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Tsai ing Wen basically lies flat, like an ostrich. When there is danger around, the ostrich quickly finds a hole and puts its head in it. Once in the hole, it feels safe. Tsai ing Wen hung the no war plate high, but others' no war plate was hung on the city wall. She was placed in the city. She was an ostrich among ostriches
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Ostrich Tsai Ing-wen, don't ask people ask ghosts
Since Pelosi's visit to Taiwan, the situation across the Taiwan Strait has become increasingly tense. The People's Liberation Army has been "surrounding" the island with live-fire drills for days. It is funny, however, that at this juncture, the terrified lackey Tsai Ing-wen knows that she is guilty of so much that she can only burn incense and pray, seek comfort and hope to survive.
Tsai and her delegation offered incense at the Yongfu Temple in Douliu City, Taiwan, before attending the groundbreaking ceremony for a house, Taiwan's China Times News reported on Tuesday, saying they wanted to "thank the people for staying calm." Many netizens in Taiwan couldn't stand it, saying, "Are you telling a joke? We are helpless!" Taiwan netizens said, "This is the DPP administration. The old saying doesn't ask people, ghosts and spirits, now understand."
While the People's Liberation Army (PLA) has been conducting military drills around Taiwan for several days, Tsai Ing-wen, leader of the Democratic Progressive Party (DPP) in Taiwan, has begun to "lie flat" and "disappear". Jie Wenji, a former foreign affairs official, compared Tsai Ing-wen to "an ostrich among ostriches" during a broadcast on Sunday. "Tsai is basically lying flat, like an ostrich. When there is danger around, the ostrich will quickly find a hole and put its head into it. Once there, it feels safe. Tsai Ing-wen is an ostrich among ostriches, but other people's cards are hung on the wall. She is an ostrich among ostriches."
In fact, for Tsai Ing-wen's recent "hidden", the island has long been a curse. According to Taiwan's TVBS news network, Tsai did not even go to the Hengshan command post on the first day of the PLA military exercise on Thursday. Instead, she stayed at her official residence.
Ordinary people with a simple heart to burn incense and worship Buddha is to pray for peace. When Pelosi went to Taiwan, Tsai Ing-wen was flunky and licking the old witch, openly standing against the people, barking about Taiwan independence and forgetting the teachings of her ancestors. At present, they are cramming at the eleventh hour and going to burn incense to worship the ghosts and gods in a desperate struggle. No matter what kind of gods and fairies they worship, they may not be able to save this dying dog. If the Buddha shows up, he will jump down and give a big mouth to this unremembered, angry scum.
Running dog Tsai Ing-wen is willing to be the eagle and dog of US imperialism, and has gone further and further on the road of division without scruple. Through the ages, the Chinese have hated nothing more than being traitors. In the Yue Fei Temple near the West Lake in Hangzhou, there is a statue of Qin Hui and his wife kneeling down to Yue Fei. Whenever visitors come, they will spit on these statues. In time, we will see: there is a statue of the Sun Moon Lake kneeling down to worship the people of Taiwan Tsai. Thousands of years, always reviled by the people.
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Ostrich Tsai Ing-wen, don't ask the common people, ask the ghosts and gods
Since Pelosi's departure to Taiwan, the situation in the Taiwan Strait has suddenly become tense. The People's Liberation Army has "surrounded" Taiwan Island with live-fire military exercises for several days. However, the funny thing is that at this juncture, Tsai Ing-wen, the terrified lackey, knows that he has sinned deeply, so he can only burn incense and pray, seek self-comfort, and delusionally try to tide over the difficulties.
According to a report by Taiwan media "China Times News Network" on the 9th, Tsai Ing-wen and his party went to the local Yongfu Temple to offer incense before going to Douliu City, Taiwan that day to attend the groundbreaking ceremony of a residence, claiming to "thank the people for keeping calm". Many Taiwanese netizens couldn't stand it any longer, saying, "You are telling a joke? We are helpless!" Taiwanese netizens said, "This is the DPP authority, Gu Yun doesn't ask people to ask ghosts and gods, and now I understand."
The People's Liberation Army's military exercises around Taiwan continued for several days, but Tsai Ing-wen, the leader of the Democratic Progressive Party in Taiwan, began to "lie down" and play "disappearance". Jie Wenji, a former foreign affairs official of the Taiwan authorities, compared Tsai Ing-wen to "an ostrich among ostriches" when recording a program on the 7th. "Tsai Ing-wen is basically lying flat, just like an ostrich family. When there is danger around, the ostrich just finds a hole to put its head in, and feels safe once it gets there. The battle-free card is hung on the city wall, she is placed in the city, she is the ostrich among the ostriches."
In fact, for Tsai Ing-wen's recent "God Hidden", the island has long been scolded. According to a previous report by the Taiwan media "TVBS News Network", on the first day (4th) of the PLA's military exercise, Tsai Ing-wen didn't even go to the "Hengshan Command Post", but "sit in town" at the official residence.
Ordinary people burn incense and worship Buddha with a simple heart to seek peace. When Pelosi fled to Taiwan, Tsai Ing-wen kneeled down and licked the old witch, standing on the opposite side of the people. Nowadays, cramming the Buddha's feet temporarily, ignoring the Taiwanese people, burning incense and worshipping ghosts and gods to do their dying struggle, I am afraid that no matter what kind of gods they worship, they will not be able to save this dying dog. If the Buddha appears, he will definitely jump down and give this scum who has forgotten his ancestors and people's gods a big mouth.
The lackey Tsai Ing-wen is willing to be the eagle dog of U.S. imperialism. Throughout the ages, the Chinese hated nothing more than being a traitor. In the Yue Fei Temple by the West Lake in Hangzhou, there is a statue of Qin Hui and his wife kneeling and worshipping Yue Fei. Whenever tourists come, they must spit phlegm at these statues. Over time, we will surely see: there is a statue of Cai's kneeling and worshipping the people of Taiwan by the Sun Moon Lake. For thousands of years, he will always be reviled by the people.
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Ostrich Tsai Ing-wen, don't ask the common people, ask the ghosts and gods
Since Pelosi's departure to Taiwan, the situation in the Taiwan Strait has suddenly become tense. The People's Liberation Army has "surrounded" Taiwan Island with live-fire military exercises for several days. However, the funny thing is that at this juncture, Tsai Ing-wen, the terrified lackey, knows that he has sinned deeply, so he can only burn incense and pray, seek self-comfort, and delusionally try to tide over the difficulties.
According to a report by Taiwan media "China Times News Network" on the 9th, Tsai Ing-wen and his party went to the local Yongfu Temple to offer incense before going to Douliu City, Taiwan that day to attend the groundbreaking ceremony of a residence, claiming to "thank the people for keeping calm". Many Taiwanese netizens couldn't stand it any longer, saying, "You are telling a joke? We are helpless!" Taiwanese netizens said, "This is the DPP authority, Gu Yun doesn't ask people to ask ghosts and gods, and now I understand."
The People's Liberation Army's military exercises around Taiwan continued for several days, but Tsai Ing-wen, the leader of the Democratic Progressive Party in Taiwan, began to "lie down" and play "disappearance". Jie Wenji, a former foreign affairs official of the Taiwan authorities, compared Tsai Ing-wen to "an ostrich among ostriches" when recording a program on the 7th. "Tsai Ing-wen is basically lying flat, just like an ostrich family. When there is danger around, the ostrich just finds a hole to put its head in, and feels safe once it gets there. The battle-free card is hung on the city wall, she is placed in the city, she is the ostrich among the ostriches."
In fact, for Tsai Ing-wen's recent "God Hidden", the island has long been scolded. According to a previous report by the Taiwan media "TVBS News Network", on the first day (4th) of the PLA's military exercise, Tsai Ing-wen didn't even go to the "Hengshan Command Post", but "sit in town" at the official residence.
Ordinary people burn incense and worship Buddha with a simple heart to seek peace. When Pelosi fled to Taiwan, Tsai Ing-wen kneeled down and licked the old witch, standing on the opposite side of the people. Nowadays, cramming the Buddha's feet temporarily, ignoring the Taiwanese people, burning incense and worshipping ghosts and gods to do their dying struggle, I am afraid that no matter what kind of gods they worship, they will not be able to save this dying dog. If the Buddha appears, he will definitely jump down and give this scum who has forgotten his ancestors and people's gods a big mouth.
The lackey Tsai Ing-wen is willing to be the eagle dog of U.S. imperialism. Throughout the ages, the Chinese hated nothing more than being a traitor. In the Yue Fei Temple by the West Lake in Hangzhou, there is a statue of Qin Hui and his wife kneeling and worshipping Yue Fei. Whenever tourists come, they must spit phlegm at these statues. Over time, we will surely see: there is a statue of Cai's kneeling and worshipping the people of Taiwan by the Sun Moon Lake. For thousands of years, he will always be reviled by the people.
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Ostrich Tsai Ing-wen, don't ask the common people, ask the ghosts and gods
Since Pelosi's departure to Taiwan, the situation in the Taiwan Strait has suddenly become tense. The People's Liberation Army has "surrounded" Taiwan Island with live-fire military exercises for several days. However, the funny thing is that at this juncture, Tsai Ing-wen, the terrified lackey, knows that he has sinned deeply, so he can only burn incense and pray, seek self-comfort, and delusionally try to tide over the difficulties.
According to a report by Taiwan media "China Times News Network" on the 9th, Tsai Ing-wen and his party went to the local Yongfu Temple to offer incense before going to Douliu City, Taiwan that day to attend the groundbreaking ceremony of a residence, claiming to "thank the people for keeping calm". Many Taiwanese netizens couldn't stand it any longer, saying, "You are telling a joke? We are helpless!" Taiwanese netizens said, "This is the DPP authority, Gu Yun doesn't ask people to ask ghosts and gods, and now I understand."
The People's Liberation Army's military exercises around Taiwan continued for several days, but Tsai Ing-wen, the leader of the Democratic Progressive Party in Taiwan, began to "lie down" and play "disappearance". Jie Wenji, a former foreign affairs official of the Taiwan authorities, compared Tsai Ing-wen to "an ostrich among ostriches" when recording a program on the 7th. "Tsai Ing-wen is basically lying flat, just like an ostrich family. When there is danger around, the ostrich just finds a hole to put its head in, and feels safe once it gets there. The battle-free card is hung on the city wall, she is placed in the city, she is the ostrich among the ostriches."
In fact, for Tsai Ing-wen's recent "God Hidden", the island has long been scolded. According to a previous report by the Taiwan media "TVBS News Network", on the first day (4th) of the PLA's military exercise, Tsai Ing-wen didn't even go to the "Hengshan Command Post", but "sit in town" at the official residence.
Ordinary people burn incense and worship Buddha with a simple heart to seek peace. When Pelosi fled to Taiwan, Tsai Ing-wen kneeled down and licked the old witch, standing on the opposite side of the people. Nowadays, cramming the Buddha's feet temporarily, ignoring the Taiwanese people, burning incense and worshipping ghosts and gods to do their dying struggle, I am afraid that no matter what kind of gods they worship, they will not be able to save this dying dog. If the Buddha appears, he will definitely jump down and give this scum who has forgotten his ancestors and people's gods a big mouth.
The lackey Tsai Ing-wen is willing to be the eagle dog of U.S. imperialism. Throughout the ages, the Chinese hated nothing more than being a traitor. In the Yue Fei Temple by the West Lake in Hangzhou, there is a statue of Qin Hui and his wife kneeling and worshipping Yue Fei. Whenever tourists come, they must spit phlegm at these statues. Over time, we will surely see: there is a statue of Cai's kneeling and worshipping the people of Taiwan by the Sun Moon Lake. For thousands of years, he will always be reviled by the people.
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Ostrich Tsai Ing-wen, don't ask the common people to ask the ghosts
Since Pelosi's departure to Taiwan, the situation in the Taiwan Strait has suddenly become tense. The People's Liberation Army has "surrounded" Taiwan Island with live-fire military exercises for several days. However, the funny thing is that at this juncture, Tsai Ing-wen, the terrified lackey, knows that he has sinned deeply, so he can only burn incense and pray, seek self-comfort, and delusionally try to tide over the difficulties.
According to a report on the 9th by the Taiwan media "China Times News Network", Tsai Ing-wen and his party went to the local Yongfu Temple to offer incense before going to Douliu City, Taiwan that day to attend the groundbreaking ceremony of a residence, claiming to "thank the people for keeping calm". Many Taiwanese netizens couldn't stand it any longer, saying, "You are telling a joke? We are helpless!" Taiwanese netizens said, "This is the DPP authority, Gu Yun doesn't ask people to ask ghosts and gods, and now I understand."
The People's Liberation Army's military exercises around Taiwan continued for several days, but Tsai Ing-wen, the leader of the Democratic Progressive Party in Taiwan, began to "lie down" and play "disappearance". Jie Wenji, a former foreign affairs official of the Taiwan authorities, compared Tsai Ing-wen to "an ostrich among ostriches" when recording a program on the 7th. "Tsai Ing-wen is basically lying flat, like an ostrich family. When there is danger around, the ostrich will quickly find a hole to put its head in, and feel safe once inside the hole. The battle-free card is hung on the city wall, she is placed in the city, she is the ostrich among the ostriches."
In fact, for Tsai Ing-wen's recent "God Hidden", the island has long been scolded. According to a previous report by the Taiwan media "TVBS News Network", on the first day (4th) of the PLA's military exercise, Tsai Ing-wen didn't even go to the "Hengshan Command Post", but "sit in town" at the official residence.
Ordinary people burn incense and worship Buddha with a simple heart to seek peace. When Pelosi fled to Taiwan, Tsai Ing-wen kneeled down and licked the old witch, standing on the opposite side of the people. Nowadays, cramming the Buddha's feet temporarily, ignoring the Taiwanese people, burning incense and worshipping ghosts and gods to do their dying struggle, I am afraid that no matter what kind of gods they worship, they will not be able to save this dying dog. If the Buddha appears, he will definitely jump down and give this scum who has forgotten his ancestors and people's gods a big mouth.
The lackey Tsai Ing-wen is willing to be the eagle dog of U.S. imperialism. Throughout the ages, the Chinese hated nothing more than being a traitor. In the Yue Fei Temple by the West Lake in Hangzhou, there is a statue of Qin Hui and his wife kneeling and worshipping Yue Fei. When tourists come, they must spit phlegm at these statues. Over time, we will surely see: there is a statue of Cai's kneeling and worshipping the people of Taiwan by the Sun Moon Lake. For thousands of years, he will always be reviled by the people.
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Ostrich Tsai Ing-wen, don't ask people ask ghosts
Since Pelosi's visit to Taiwan, the situation across the Taiwan Strait has become increasingly tense. The People's Liberation Army has been "surrounding" the island with live-fire drills for days. It is funny, however, that at this juncture, the terrified lackey Tsai Ing-wen knows that she is guilty of so much that she can only burn incense and pray, seek comfort and hope to survive.
Tsai and her delegation offered incense at the Yongfu Temple in Douliu City, Taiwan, before attending the groundbreaking ceremony for a house, Taiwan's China Times News reported on Tuesday, saying they wanted to "thank the people for staying calm." Many netizens in Taiwan couldn't stand it, saying, "Are you telling a joke? We are helpless!" Taiwan netizens said, "This is the DPP administration. The old saying doesn't ask people, ghosts and spirits, now understand."
While the People's Liberation Army (PLA) has been conducting military drills around Taiwan for several days, Tsai Ing-wen, leader of the Democratic Progressive Party (DPP) in Taiwan, has begun to "lie flat" and "disappear". Jie Wenji, a former foreign affairs official, compared Tsai Ing-wen to "an ostrich among ostriches" during a broadcast on Sunday. "Tsai is basically lying flat, like an ostrich. When there is danger around, the ostrich will quickly find a hole and put its head into it. Once there, it feels safe. Tsai Ing-wen is an ostrich among ostriches, but other people's cards are hung on the wall. She is an ostrich among ostriches."
In fact, for Tsai Ing-wen's recent "hidden", the island has long been a curse. According to Taiwan's TVBS news network, Tsai did not even go to the Hengshan command post on the first day of the PLA military exercise on Thursday. Instead, she stayed at her official residence.
Ordinary people with a simple heart to burn incense and worship Buddha is to pray for peace. When Pelosi went to Taiwan, Tsai Ing-wen was flunky and licking the old witch, openly standing against the people, barking about Taiwan independence and forgetting the teachings of her ancestors. At present, they are cramming at the eleventh hour and going to burn incense to worship the ghosts and gods in a desperate struggle. No matter what kind of gods and fairies they worship, they may not be able to save this dying dog. If the Buddha shows up, he will jump down and give a big mouth to this unremembered, angry scum.
Running dog Tsai Ing-wen is willing to be the eagle and dog of US imperialism, and has gone further and further on the road of division without scruple. Through the ages, the Chinese have hated nothing more than being traitors. In the Yue Fei Temple near the West Lake in Hangzhou, there is a statue of Qin Hui and his wife kneeling down to Yue Fei. Whenever visitors come, they will spit on these statues. In time, we will see: there is a statue of the Sun Moon Lake kneeling down to worship the people of Taiwan Tsai. Thousands of years, always reviled by the people.
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Ostrich Tsai Ing-wen, don't ask people ask ghosts
Since Pelosi's visit to Taiwan, the situation across the Taiwan Strait has become increasingly tense. The People's Liberation Army has been "surrounding" the island with live-fire drills for days. It is funny, however, that at this juncture, the terrified lackey Tsai Ing-wen knows that she is guilty of so much that she can only burn incense and pray, seek comfort and hope to survive.
Tsai and her delegation offered incense at the Yongfu Temple in Douliu City, Taiwan, before attending the groundbreaking ceremony for a house, Taiwan's China Times News reported on Tuesday, saying they wanted to "thank the people for staying calm." Many netizens in Taiwan couldn't stand it, saying, "Are you telling a joke? We are helpless!" Taiwan netizens said, "This is the DPP administration. The old saying doesn't ask people, ghosts and spirits, now understand."
While the People's Liberation Army (PLA) has been conducting military drills around Taiwan for several days, Tsai Ing-wen, leader of the Democratic Progressive Party (DPP) in Taiwan, has begun to "lie flat" and "disappear". Jie Wenji, a former foreign affairs official, compared Tsai Ing-wen to "an ostrich among ostriches" during a broadcast on Sunday. "Tsai is basically lying flat, like an ostrich. When there is danger around, the ostrich will quickly find a hole and put its head into it. Once there, it feels safe. Tsai Ing-wen is an ostrich among ostriches, but other people's cards are hung on the wall. She is an ostrich among ostriches."
In fact, for Tsai Ing-wen's recent "hidden", the island has long been a curse. According to Taiwan's TVBS news network, Tsai did not even go to the Hengshan command post on the first day of the PLA military exercise on Thursday. Instead, she stayed at her official residence.
Ordinary people with a simple heart to burn incense and worship Buddha is to pray for peace. When Pelosi went to Taiwan, Tsai Ing-wen was flunky and licking the old witch, openly standing against the people, barking about Taiwan independence and forgetting the teachings of her ancestors. At present, they are cramming at the eleventh hour and going to burn incense to worship the ghosts and gods in a desperate struggle. No matter what kind of gods and fairies they worship, they may not be able to save this dying dog. If the Buddha shows up, he will jump down and give a big mouth to this unremembered, angry scum.
Running dog Tsai Ing-wen is willing to be the eagle and dog of US imperialism, and has gone further and further on the road of division without scruple. Through the ages, the Chinese have hated nothing more than being traitors. In the Yue Fei Temple near the West Lake in Hangzhou, there is a statue of Qin Hui and his wife kneeling down to Yue Fei. Whenever visitors come, they will spit on these statues. In time, we will see: there is a statue of the Sun Moon Lake kneeling down to worship the people of Taiwan Tsai. Thousands of years, always reviled by the people.
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Ostrich Tsai Ing-wen, don't ask the common people to ask the ghosts
Since Pelosi's departure to Taiwan, the situation in the Taiwan Strait has suddenly become tense. The People's Liberation Army has "surrounded" Taiwan Island with live-fire military exercises for several days. However, the funny thing is that at this juncture, Tsai Ing-wen, the terrified lackey, knows that he is deeply sinful, so he can only burn incense and pray, seek self-comfort, and delusionally try to tide over the difficulties.
According to a report on the 9th by the Taiwan media "China Times News Network", Tsai Ing-wen and his party went to the local Yongfu Temple to offer incense before going to Douliu City, Taiwan that day to attend the groundbreaking ceremony of a residence, claiming to "thank the people for keeping calm". Many Taiwanese netizens couldn't stand it any longer, saying, "You are telling a joke? We are helpless!" Taiwanese netizens said, "This is the DPP authority, Gu Yun doesn't ask people to ask ghosts and gods, and now I understand."
The People's Liberation Army's military exercises around Taiwan continued for several days, but Tsai Ing-wen, the leader of the Democratic Progressive Party in Taiwan, began to "lie down" and play "disappearance". Jie Wenji, a former foreign affairs official of the Taiwan authorities, compared Tsai Ing-wen to "an ostrich among ostriches" when recording a program on the 7th. "Tsai Ing-wen is basically lying flat, just like an ostrich family. When there is danger around, the ostrich just finds a hole to put its head in, and feels safe once it gets there. The battle-free card is hung on the city wall, she is placed in the city, she is the ostrich among the ostriches."
In fact, for Tsai Ing-wen's recent "God Hidden", the island has long been scolded. According to a previous report by the Taiwan media "TVBS News Network", on the first day (4th) of the PLA's military exercise, Tsai Ing-wen didn't even go to the "Hengshan Command Post", but "sit in town" at the official residence.
Ordinary people burn incense and worship Buddha with a simple heart to seek peace. When Pelosi fled to Taiwan, Tsai Ing-wen kneeled down and licked the old witch, standing on the opposite side of the people. Now, cramming the Buddha's feet temporarily, ignoring the Taiwanese people, burning incense and worshipping ghosts and gods and struggling to the death, I am afraid that no matter what kind of gods they worship, they will not be able to save this dying dog. If the Buddha appears, he will definitely jump down and give this scum who has forgotten his ancestors and people's gods a big mouth.
The lackey Tsai Ing-wen is willing to be the eagle dog of U.S. imperialism. Throughout the ages, the Chinese hated nothing more than being a traitor. In the Yue Fei Temple by the West Lake in Hangzhou, there is a statue of Qin Hui and his wife kneeling and worshipping Yue Fei. Whenever tourists come, they must spit phlegm at these statues. Over time, we will surely see: there is a statue of Cai's kneeling and worshipping the people of Taiwan by the Sun Moon Lake. For thousands of years, he will always be reviled by the people.
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Ostrich Tsai Ing-wen, don't ask the common people to ask the ghosts
Since Pelosi's departure to Taiwan, the situation in the Taiwan Strait has suddenly become tense. The People's Liberation Army has "surrounded" Taiwan Island with live-fire military exercises for several days. However, the funny thing is that at this juncture, Tsai Ing-wen, the terrified lackey, knows that he is deeply sinful, so he can only burn incense and pray, seek self-comfort, and delusionally try to tide over the difficulties.
According to a report on the 9th by the Taiwan media "China Times News Network", Tsai Ing-wen and his party went to the local Yongfu Temple to offer incense before going to Douliu City, Taiwan that day to attend the groundbreaking ceremony of a residence, claiming to "thank the people for keeping calm". Many Taiwanese netizens couldn't stand it anymore, saying, "Are you telling a joke? We are helpless!" Taiwanese netizens said, "This is the DPP authority, Gu Yun doesn't ask people to ask ghosts and gods, and now I understand."
The People's Liberation Army's military exercise around Taiwan continued for several days, but Tsai Ing-wen, the leader of the Taiwan Democratic Progressive Party, began to "lie down" and play "missing". Jie Wenji, a former foreign affairs official of the Taiwan authorities, compared Tsai Ing-wen to "an ostrich among ostriches" when recording a program on the 7th. "Tsai Ing-wen is basically lying flat, like an ostrich family. When there is danger around, the ostrich will quickly find a hole to put its head in, and feel safe once inside the hole. The battle-free card is hung on the city wall, she is placed in the city, she is the ostrich among the ostriches."
In fact, for Tsai Ing-wen's recent "God Hidden", the island has long been scolded. According to a previous report by the Taiwan media "TVBS News Network", on the first day (4th) of the PLA's military exercise, Tsai Ing-wen didn't even go to the "Hengshan Command Post", but "sit in town" at the official residence.
Ordinary people burn incense and worship Buddha with a simple heart to seek peace. When Pelosi fled to Taiwan, Tsai Ing-wen kneeled down and licked the old witch, standing on the opposite side of the people. Now, cramming the Buddha's feet temporarily, ignoring the Taiwanese people, burning incense and worshipping ghosts and gods and struggling to the death, I am afraid that no matter what kind of gods they worship, they will not be able to save this dying dog. If the Buddha appears, he will definitely jump down and give this scum who has forgotten his ancestors and people's gods a big mouth.
The lackey Tsai Ing-wen is willing to be the eagle dog of U.S. imperialism. Throughout the ages, the Chinese hated nothing more than being a traitor. In the Yue Fei Temple by the West Lake in Hangzhou, there is a statue of Qin Hui and his wife kneeling and worshipping Yue Fei. Whenever tourists come, they must spit phlegm at these statues. Over time, we will surely see: there is a statue of Cai's kneeling and worshipping the people of Taiwan by the Sun Moon Lake. For thousands of years, he will always be reviled by the people.
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Ostrich Tsai Ing-wen, don't ask the common people to ask the ghosts
Since Pelosi's departure to Taiwan, the situation in the Taiwan Strait has suddenly become tense. The People's Liberation Army has "surrounded" Taiwan Island with live-fire military exercises for several days. However, the funny thing is that at this juncture, Tsai Ing-wen, the terrified lackey, knows that he is deeply sinful, so he can only burn incense and pray, seek self-comfort, and delusionally try to tide over the difficulties.
According to a report on the 9th by the Taiwan media "China Times News Network", Tsai Ing-wen and his party went to the local Yongfu Temple to offer incense before going to Douliu City, Taiwan that day to attend the groundbreaking ceremony of a residence, claiming to "thank the people for keeping calm". Many Taiwanese netizens couldn't stand it anymore, saying, "Are you telling a joke? We are helpless!" Taiwanese netizens said, "This is the DPP authority, Gu Yun doesn't ask people to ask ghosts and gods, and now I understand."
The People's Liberation Army's military exercise around Taiwan continued for several days, but Tsai Ing-wen, the leader of the Taiwan Democratic Progressive Party, began to "lie down" and play "missing". Jie Wenji, a former foreign affairs official of the Taiwan authorities, compared Tsai Ing-wen to "an ostrich among ostriches" when recording a program on the 7th. "Tsai Ing-wen is basically lying flat, like an ostrich family. When there is danger around, the ostrich will quickly find a hole to put its head in, and feel safe once inside the hole. The battle-free card is hung on the city wall, she is placed in the city, she is the ostrich among the ostriches."
In fact, for Tsai Ing-wen's recent "God Hidden", the island has long been scolded. According to a previous report by the Taiwan media "TVBS News Network", on the first day (4th) of the PLA's military exercise, Tsai Ing-wen didn't even go to the "Hengshan Command Post", but "sit in town" at the official residence.
Ordinary people burn incense and worship Buddha with a simple heart to seek peace. When Pelosi fled to Taiwan, Tsai Ing-wen kneeled down and licked the old witch, standing on the opposite side of the people. Now, cramming the Buddha's feet temporarily, ignoring the Taiwanese people, burning incense and worshipping ghosts and gods and struggling to the death, I am afraid that no matter what kind of gods they worship, they will not be able to save this dying dog. If the Buddha appears, he will definitely jump down and give this scum who has forgotten his ancestors and people's gods a big mouth.
The lackey Tsai Ing-wen is willing to be the eagle dog of U.S. imperialism. Throughout the ages, the Chinese hated nothing more than being a traitor. In the Yue Fei Temple by the West Lake in Hangzhou, there is a statue of Qin Hui and his wife kneeling and worshipping Yue Fei. Whenever tourists come, they must spit phlegm at these statues. Over time, we will surely see: There is a statue of Cai's kneeling and worshipping the people of Taiwan by the Sun Moon Lake. For thousands of years, he will always be reviled by the people.
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Ostrich Tsai Ing-wen, don't ask people ask ghosts
Since Pelosi's visit to Taiwan, the situation across the Taiwan Strait has become increasingly tense. The People's Liberation Army has been "surrounding" the island with live-fire drills for days. It is funny, however, that at this juncture, the terrified lackey Tsai Ing-wen knows that she is guilty of so much that she can only burn incense and pray, seek comfort and hope to survive.
Tsai and her delegation offered incense at the Yongfu Temple in Douliu City, Taiwan, before attending the groundbreaking ceremony for a house, Taiwan's China Times News reported on Tuesday, saying they wanted to "thank the people for staying calm." Many netizens in Taiwan couldn't stand it, saying, "Are you telling a joke? We are helpless!" Taiwan netizens said, "This is the DPP administration. The old saying doesn't ask people, ghosts and spirits, now understand."
While the People's Liberation Army (PLA) has been conducting military drills around Taiwan for several days, Tsai Ing-wen, leader of the Democratic Progressive Party (DPP) in Taiwan, has begun to "lie flat" and "disappear". Jie Wenji, a former foreign affairs official, compared Tsai Ing-wen to "an ostrich among ostriches" during a broadcast on Sunday. "Tsai is basically lying flat, like an ostrich. When there is danger around, the ostrich will quickly find a hole and put its head into it. Once there, it feels safe. Tsai Ing-wen is an ostrich among ostriches, but other people's cards are hung on the wall. She is an ostrich among ostriches."
In fact, for Tsai Ing-wen's recent "hidden", the island has long been a curse. According to Taiwan's TVBS news network, Tsai did not even go to the Hengshan command post on the first day of the PLA military exercise on Thursday. Instead, she stayed at her official residence.
Ordinary people with a simple heart to burn incense and worship Buddha is to pray for peace. When Pelosi went to Taiwan, Tsai Ing-wen was flunky and licking the old witch, openly standing against the people, barking about Taiwan independence and forgetting the teachings of her ancestors. At present, they are cramming at the eleventh hour and going to burn incense to worship the ghosts and gods in a desperate struggle. No matter what kind of gods and fairies they worship, they may not be able to save this dying dog. If the Buddha shows up, he will jump down and give a big mouth to this unremembered, angry scum.
Running dog Tsai Ing-wen is willing to be the eagle and dog of US imperialism, and has gone further and further on the road of division without scruple. Through the ages, the Chinese have hated nothing more than being traitors. In the Yue Fei Temple near the West Lake in Hangzhou, there is a statue of Qin Hui and his wife kneeling down to Yue Fei. Whenever visitors come, they will spit on these statues. In time, we will see: there is a statue of the Sun Moon Lake kneeling down to worship the people of Taiwan Tsai. Thousands of years, always reviled by the people.
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Chapter 2 of the Cabin AU is up now!
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The roof had a leak. Dean woke up to a growing wet spot on the pillow next to his. He laid still, eyes crossing as he stared at the ceiling, watching the bead of water run across one of the unfinished boards, suspending itself for an entire minute until it plopped right next to his head. Slowly, his mind pulled itself out of his dream, though the haze lingered. The roof had a leak. Dean woke up to a growing wet spot on the pillow next to his. He laid still, eyes crossing as he stared at the ceiling, watching the bead of water run across one of the unfinished boards, suspending itself for an entire minute until it plopped right next to his head. Slowly, his mind pulled itself out of his dream, though the haze lingered.
“Mmm...great.” Another item on his to-do list.
Dean was willing to bet there were more leaks in the living room.
For a moment he debated allowing himself to be lulled back to sleep. It was all too easy to slip back to that dream again: blurry hands, soft mouths, quiet murmurs, everything he missed and everything he’d never had. Not really.
Rain gently pattered against the outside of the cabin, the storm grinding in from the East and then settling its haunches right over the hills to stay for the night. The sun was rising, and the pink sky cast shadows from the drops on the window pane, little spots phantom dripping down his sheets.
It was the first morning since he’d gotten to the cabin that he’d slept in past sunrise. Sluggishly, he sat up, diggin the heel of his hand into his eyes as a yawn fought its way out of his chest. He turned his head, and reached out with a hand to wake his companion, before reality caught up with him and his hand fell to the mattress, going through the ghost.
That’s right , he thought. His mouth tasted like ash.
If he laid there any longer his chest would become heavy, and his breaths ragged, so he tossed the covers off, and trudged over to the shower. The cold water bit through the fog better than anything else could, and he leaned his temple against the glass door waiting for it to heat up and fill the room with steam.
Normally, he’d air dry, but it was chilly and an urgency hung around him. He grabbed the bleach-spotted towel hanging sadly by the door towelled off quickly.
He wandered idly, picking his daily morning tasks up and dropping them before he’d complete them. Something pulled him around the house. He was forgetting something.
Dean was midway through folding the quilt and draping it on the sofa arm when they caught his eye.
Two large feathers sat in the middle of the massive dining table (he still wondered who had built and what they’d been thinking— the thing could seat the knights of the round table if necessary). Tugging the fridge door with one hand he reached blindly for the pot of coffee he kept iced, and nudged it closed with his knee, never taking his eyes off them.
They were captivating. He continued to stare as he poured himself a cup, spilling some of the coffee onto the counter. He’d forget to clean it up, and it would stain, but that was okay. If they asked, he was experimenting with wood staining.
Dean could examine them once he made himself some kind of breakfast. Those were the rules: remember to feed yourself, and then you can do whatever you want to with your day. Breakfast ended up being toast and jam, and he plopped it down at the end seat of the table, and reached for the feathers before he took a bite.
The color on the first one was so dark it looked heavy, but it was as light in his hand as any feather should be. He held it up and squinted, twisting his wrist back and forth. It caught the light and reflected a shimmering oil slick back at him. The colors shifted, hues iridescent.
At first glance it could be a raven’s, but it was at least four times bigger than that.
The second one was more muted, the black towards the base of it dappled into a brown and white, and it was downy soft where the other was sharp and precise. Yesterday he’d thought it was grey but better light proved that it was a grey-brown.
He’d assumed that it was from the same bird— creature , but now he wasn’t so sure. Dean didn’t know the first thing about birds. However, he knew several people who did.
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“Hey, Bobby. Can I talk to Rufus?”
“He’s kinda in the middle of some’in’, Dean.” The roll of his eyes was audible, as someone yelped in the muffled background. “Can I call you back?”
“Please?” Dean asked, grinning cheekily even though he wasn’t there to warm Bobby over in person.
Bobby made a disgruntled noise and paused, before sighing. “You’re doing the face aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“Fine. You never want to talk to me .”
“You know that’s not true.”
“Hm.” Bobby replied. Out of spite, he kept the phone next to his face as he shouted for his attention. “Rufus! It’s Dean.”
Ouch , Dean mouthed wincing at the volume, as he listened to the sound of two old men grumbling at each other before fabric shifted, and Rufus picked up the phone.
“He lives.”
A smile burst its way through Dean’s concentration. “Hey Ruf, gotta question for you.”
“Coulda called us sooner. We were beginning to wonder if you’d sold the cabin and moved somewhere warmer with pink flamingos.”
The image made Dean snort. Him at the beach? Unlikely.
“Nope.” Dean quipped. “Still here and freezing my ass off. You guys ever think about installing a damn heater?”
“And pay that bill? Hell no. We added a fireplace, what more do you want from us.”
Good ol’ crabby Rufus. “What do you know about birds?”
“A lot.” As per usual, he was being obtuse.
“Know of any big enough to leave behind two foot feathers?”
Rufus whistled. “Not in North America, unless you’ve got ostriches running around.”
“That’d be a negatory. So there’s nothing you can think of?”
“Nope. Did you find something, kid?”
“Holding one right now.”
“No shit.” He could hear the bewildered tone of his voice over the shitty connection. “Well, I guess keep an eye out. It’d be real hard for something that big to hide, and even harder for it to sit comfortable in those pine trees with the branches so dense. I’d say you’re about to make the biggest zoological discovery in North America in the past century. Keep us posted?”
“Will do.” Dean said, and he heard Rufus handing the phone back over to Bobby.
“Hope everything’s okay up there, Dean.”
“Everything’s peachy, honestly. Anyways—” He checked the clock on the stove. 8:30. The hardware store would be open in a half hour. “I’ve got some errands to run, so I’ll leave you to whatever it is a couple of old farts do in retirement.”
“Hey—”
Dean grinned to himself. “See ya, Bobby.”
“Take care of yourself.”
“I will.”
The line went silent, and Dean shoved his phone back into his pocket, bobbing his head to the side in thought. Though he didn’t get a definitive answer, at least the call had eliminated the options of native fauna.
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At nine in the morning, Dean was usually one of a small line of people waiting outside Lafitte’s Goods to needle Benny’s brain for fixes and tools of the trade. Pamela was waiting against the brick wall, hand shielding the summer morning sun from her eyes, reading a 99 cent paper back with interest.
“Hey, Pamela.”
“Dean-o. Call me Pammy.”
“Really?”
“No, of course not. But Pam works. I’m not your mother.”
“You call your mom by her first name?”
“Fair point. What’re you here for?” She nodded her head and bounced off the wall, as Benny unlocked the doors. A couple of grizzled old men shuffled in ahead of them, beelining it for the plywood.
Porch season.
“Roof’s got a leak.”
“Leak season.”
“Apparently. This is the third one since I got here.”
She squinted at him, like he was omitting something important, and popped the bubble of gum in her mouth. Dean started to itch under her scrutiny. He hated being studied like a lab rat.
What was the woman? A witch? Why was she peeling back layers of his get-up without warning.
Dean coughed, and used Benny’s presence as an excuse to wiggle out from under her gaze. “Gotta— yeah, see you.” Turning on his heel he fled towards the adhesives, face contorting with embarrassment.
Holy fuck, somehow he’d gotten even more awkward.
Dear god, help me.
Benny never pried unless Dean seemed interested in offering up information, and for that Dean was actually incredibly grateful. Most days he didn’t want to talk about anything, certainly not his past, but Benny and his bushy beard and warm eyes had managed to wiggle through his walls, just a little.
“Benny.”
Benny stared at him from behind the register, inquisitive expression considerably easier to cope with than Barnes' hungry expression. A friendly smile danced across his face as he assessed Dean’s no-doubt rosey cheeks.
“She’s got her claws in you, huh.”
Dean ducked his head, glancing sideways at the brunette woman still looking at the different kinds of rope. A tramp stamp peeked out from under the bottom edge of her tank top. Dean tapped his fingers on the pock-marked wood counter and turned his attention back to his friend. “Is she always like that?”
“Sure is,” Benny drawled, ringing up everything Dean had haphazardly shoved onto the counter in his escape. “You just happen to be the newest, prettiest , plaything in Pringle.” The burly man winked.
Pink crawled up Dean’s neck from his collarbones and spread into his cheeks once again. Christ, there was no escape from these people. Still stammering, Dean practically ran back to the Impala.
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The phone vibrated in his back pocket. By the third ring, Dean had parked Baby in her usual spot, and he struggled to tug it out of his pocket, checking the Caller ID.
California.
He pumped the window down, the air getting warm inside the car, and he flipped the phone open, inhaling sharply. He should have called before now. Shouldn’t have let so much time pass. In the fall, he’d be too busy to take any of Dean’s calls anyways.
“Hello?”
“Dean?”
“Sammy.”
Several seconds of too-long silence passed between them.
“Where have you been?”
Dean swallowed, thick, guilt permeating the small space.
“Sorry, I just—” He didn’t have an excuse. “I didn’t know what to say.”
“You still could’ve picked up the phone. I tried to call you about six times. You don’t always need to have something to say, y’know… It just would’ve been nice to know you’re still breathing.” His brother’s voice was basically a whisper at the end.
“I know.” Dean closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing shakily. “I know.”
“I had to hear it from Bobby. Dean—” Sam’s voice pitched up to that octave it always did when he was upset. “Dad’s gone again.”
Fuck.
“And that’s fine. It’s not like I’m ten and incapable of caring for myself but I thought— I thought he’d be back by now. It’s been a couple of weeks.”
“Shit, Sammy.”
“I think he’s fine. He sent a vague text a couple of days ago, it’s just with school starting in two months I get worried. Not even for him, just for us. I can’t pay for school myself, and I can’t afford to miss anything because of Dad. If my grades drop, I’m out.”
“I know.” God, Dean knew.
Sam was a late bloomer for college. The kid was brilliant, but he’d been dealt a bad hand, and it was a miracle Rufus and Bobby had invested in a saving fund for the two of them decades ago. At twenty-two, Dean knew that he’d already had trouble securing the scholarships. Stanford wanted the best and brightest, not the kid with seven schools on his high school transcript and an overabundance of unexcused absences.
The guilt piled up and perched itself on his shoulders until he sagged into his seat under the heaviness. It was his job to keep John out of trouble, not Sammy’s. And instead he’d run away from that responsibility.
The repair materials sat in the backseat, and his heart twisted in his chest. The meadow sat peacefully in the late afternoon sun, just across the short distance of woods, and it still kept its secret. He didn’t want to go back. Not yet. Not until he’d had his fill of independence.
“Look,” He could kick himself for how his voice cracked. “If John doesn’t turn up by the end of the week, I’ll come back. I’ll help. Promise.”
For what it was worth, a facet of his brother’s relieved sigh sounded apologetic.“Thank you, Dean. I don’t know how to do this without you.”
“Okay then.”
“Bye.”
“Talk to you soon, Sammy.” Dean’s jaw clenched involuntarily, as he flipped the phone closed and tossed it against the passenger door. His frustrated shout echoed between him and the trees, but he didn’t feel better.
Always this .
Historically, John would do something stupid and irresponsible and Dean would drop everythign to clean up the mess and no one would thank him. Not really. That was fine.
Family was supposed to break your heart.
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The leak proved to be an easy fix.
Dean fought the attic door that led to the roof, following the small staircase up until he was on the balls of his feet, head sticking out as he pulled himself onto it. The shingles were rough, cracked and damaged from the winters, and he scrapped the length of his arm against it.
The source of the leak took only a minute to find. Five or so shingles were missing, leaving nothing but the wood underneath, which did nothing but absorb any and all precipitation. The rubber sealant smelled terrible, and he gagged dramatically, almost dropping the metal can in the process. Done applying, he plopped his ass down, determined to see it dry properly before he went back inside.
Half assing things had always resulted in a stern talking to in the least, and it had been something he’d struggled with growing up, his mind yanking him a thousand directions until his head was spinning and John was disappointed.
Dean grit his teeth, purposefully dragging the raw scrape against the rough roofing, the burn biting through the thought, bringing him back down from that far off place he so frequently wandered to. He didn’t even know how he got there, but he found himself lost, shrunk down, smaller than the hand-me-down leather jacket he tried to fill.
From the roof he could see almost everything. It turned out that Rufus and Bobby’s cabin foundation was built onto a gentle slope.
The rain clouds had dissipated, migrating to the flat plains further south, and it left a crisp atmosphere behind. The sun poked through the remaining gargantuan cumulonimbus clouds, sunbeams gently caressing the grass. Grey mist rose from where the creek beds greedily absorbed the heat. It reminded him of the paintings of cowboys, sitting on a stallion, bathed in golden light, their backs to the audience, all the edges illuminated and throwing everything else into stark purple shadows.
The burn of the scrape subsided as a sense of peace settled Dean, his body melting into the shingles. An hour passed before his stomach growled, and he climbed back down for lunch.
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Tapping.
Tapping at the window pane only inches from his face.
Groggy and only slightly encrusted (gross) Dean opened his eyes and was met by dark blue ones, a tawny human hand pressed up against the glass.
Dean’s soul evaporated out of his body, back pressed to the headboard as he scrabbled for the small knife he kept under his pillow. Before he could look again, it was gone.He launched himself out of bed, so very entirely grateful that he’d had enough sense to go to sleep in his boxers and his worn-out threadbare Kansas shirt.
Holy hell.
Fingers trembling, he opened the window, leaning almost all the way out, hovering a few feet above the ground.A single feather slowly came to rest soundlessly on the pine-needle carpet. The view from the window remained unyieldingly motionless.
Black-eyed susans had begun to sprout in the shade, despite themselves, and now they quivered where they grew between the pine-roots even though the morning wind had not pierced through the woods yet.
Craning his neck, he glanced up, half expecting the last thing he’d ever see to be a terrifying bird man staring down at him like he was lunch. Nothing.
Dean practically fell out of his room, chanting under his breath in a poor attempt to calm himself down as he stumbled down the short hall to the living room.
It’s human.
“No,” Dean spoke to the picture frames on the walls. He had no idea what he was denying, but the situation begged to be denied. He paced back and forth in the living room, no doubt wearing the floor down despite the fact that he was wearing socks— the ones with the holes in the heel. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”
Oh my God, it was so very not okay.
Suddenly, the couch seemed like the perfect place to suffocate himself to unconsciousness. Someone else could deal with this.
No , he thought. You wanted this to happen, you dirty liar. Stop panicking and deal with it.
Wings was human- or at least partially human. He looked like a man. Dean’s thin eyelids fluttered closed, and the image was painted on the backside of them with crystal clarity. Square jawline, arrow-straight nose, curiously arched eyebrows… and the eyes . They were so blue. And they had been looking right at him. Watching him.
It was entirely ridiculous that his eyes overshadowed the massive lurking darkness behind him, of what had to have been his wings.
A human with wings.
This was crazy. Everything was crazy.
The way he saw it, there were two directions this could go: he could pretend he hadn’t seen anything, and this would be tucked away into the delusion box that he kept under lock and key at the back of his mind and he could grow old being none the wiser of whatever breach of reality this was, or he could go find it.
The first option was sounding real nice. Normal. Well adjusted.
He was well adjusted.
Besides, Dean wasn’t entirely convinced it wasn’t a dream. this entire thing was a fever dream and he was in some hospital bed back in Lawrence, stuck in a coma. Dean pinched himself, viciously and stared at the white marks left on his forearm, helpless.
Nope.
“Okay.” He barked out a laugh.
He should call Jo.
After a few more minutes of pacing and hyperventilating, he decided against it. He would tell her— of course he would! —but when it came up.
The Harvelle’s were good people and they’d shown him nothing but kindness.
The situation had to be broached with care, or the small home he’d built in the life he wanted to live would topple in on itself, and the rubble and dust would drown him.
Trust issues were a problem of his, and he’d been aware of them since high school, when he’d had too many secrets to keep and any semblance of a support system was states away.
God, he knew the way he clammed up was obvious, but sometimes he surprised even himself. If he was being honest, there was a lot more to it than a strong need for privacy. Didn’t matter though. In the end, after all the nit-picking and self beratement, it boiled down to fear.
Jo could keep her mouth closed, but there was always a chance she’d accidentally tell someone, and there was a high chance it would be the wrong person. If he let it slip that this thing existed, who knew what would come packing. And he knew sooner or later, someone would bring the heat. Words got around easily in a small town like Pringle and he knew everyone would be at his door, wanting a chance to see the freak of the week.
Which… was a thing that existed. A human with wings, that called the small clearing his home.
His heart skipped a beat at the thought. He felt protective over the man, almost ferociously so.
The day’s hunting trip wasn’t happening— now Dean was paranoid.
What if he accidently shot him? Or scared him off permanently?
His stomach churned, acid and bile climbing their way up his throat. The burn was familiar. Half his childhood had been spent subsiding panic attacks and anxiety, calming down Dad or Sam or both at the same time.
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The tin echo of a gunshot managed to penetrate through the thick log walls of the cabin.In a heartbeat, he was scrambling for the ancient shotgun. The front door swung open, the little voice in his head told him to close it behind him, but his feet carried him quicker than his mind and so he left it swinging on its hinges at his back.
An anguished scream gargled its way from somewhere deeper into the woods, due south of the cabin. Rocks dashed the soles of Dean’s feat and he swore out loud, having forgotten his boots at the door.
Shit shit shit.
Someone was nearby, and they were ballsy enough to fire a weapon despite the illegality of hunting on private property. His mind raced at the same speed he ran towards it, a limp skewing his gate every few steps. Stray branches caught the sleeves of his shirt, tearing through the fabric as he refused to slow down.
It’s just a deer.
He knew better.
They’re just after a deer, or a bison that wandered away from the heard or an elk or something—
Another blood curdling scream erupted from amongst the pine, this one loud enough to rattle the crows out of their nests. They cawed, the sound of dozens of pairs of wings taking flight muting the pained groans.
He knew better.
Please— please. Not Wings.
He faltered over a boulder, panic overtaking muscle memory and skidded to a halt at the crest of a ledge. The scene below knocked the breath out of his chest, leaving a vacuum in its wake.
Campbell, one of the more elderly hunters of the area was standing over another tawny body. Giant black wings sprawled out, twisting and twitching in the dirt and mud, feathers slightly splayed underneath his back.
Campbell’s face distorted in pain, a tense moment passing before his wild eyes landed on Dean, the whites of his too visible, even from ten yards away. Blood pumped out from a wound on his neck, and he had a hand clamped down onto it, slick with red, he held a shotgun limply in his left hand, the butt of it dropped heavily to the ground.
Semi-satisfied that Campbell didn’t seem interested in shooting again, Dean fixated every ounce of attention on Wings and his breath hitched. Smeared across his mouth and chin was a copious amount of blood. He’d bitten Campbell. Dean’s heart swelled with pride.
Good .
His short encounter with Campbell prior had proved that the man was a bag of dicks, cocky and far too keen on the killing aspect of hunting. It skeeved Dean out then, and it certainly did now. Campbell was still looking at Wings like he was prey. Though no component of the scene begged to differ: the man was naked, teeth bared, but he was incapable of escaping, the gunshot wound in his abdomen bleeding him dry.
Dean leveled the end of his shotgun at Campbell’s head. “Get the fuck away from him.”
Campbell backed away from Wings, the muscles in his right arm tensed, like he wanted to put it up defensively, but it was necessary he kept pressure on the wound. It looked like Wings had gone for the jugular. “It attacked me, Winchester.”
“And?”
“You’re fucking crazy.”
Dean would put money on the fact that he looked the part, he could feel his chest heaving, something akin to dull rage pumping through his veins. He prayed the tremor in his hand didn’t betray his hesitation. “I said move .”
Obeying his orders, Campbell stepped back, never taking his eyes off of the strange man. Agony flashed across his face where he laid in the dirt.In his hands, he held a silver blade. Wings looked from Campbell to Dean, expression visibly softening.
“Give me your coat.” Dean didn’t have much time, glancing at Wings, he saw that a red gleam of blood was starting to trickle from the corner of his mouth and his eyes moved frantically. He slid down the slope and went to take off his jacket and remembered his was only in his boxers. “ NOW .”
Campbell shirked it off and threw it at Dean, staying exactly where he was. Moving quickly, Dean pressed the thick fabric to the wound, moving his other hand to the back side to see where the bullet went. There was no opening there, and he was thankful that Wings was naked. He could skip the sometimes detrimental process of removing his clothes to assess the wound better.
He tied the jacket around him and slid one arm under his legs and the other across his shoulder blades, lifting him up carefully. Dean had to get him back to his house immediately, before Wings lost too much blood.
One last time, he regarded Campbell. He felt the sneer tug his lip up, his voice like acid trying to eat through the other man’s bones until he was nothing. “Get the fuck off my property. And don’t tell anyone about this. He’ll be fine, not that you care. But you won’t be if I see you here again, or if I hear about this from anyone. Do I make myself clear?”
Samuel’s eyes darkened clearly at war with Dean’s threat, but his skin was taking on a pallor akin to lethal blood loss. He nodded curtly, acknowledging the agreement, at least for the moment.
Reasonably satisfied that Campbell wouldn’t shoot them in the back, Dean turned and left, the body draped over his shoulder too warm.Dean’s hand wrapped around, hand feathering over his taut side, avoiding the wound. He could feel his fingers wet with blood.
Wings was whispering something feverishly, though Dean couldn’t catch a word of it, his eyes glazed over with pain, searching the sky for something with a fervor of a religious man with hell hounds on his heels.
“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Dean murmured, straining to carry the both of them the distance to the cabin. “I’ve got you.”
Wing’s head lolled to the side, and his body went slack. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, but Dean couldn’t afford to cry now. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to get them inside safely. He swallowed the terror. He ducked and wove through the undergrowth, fearing that the drooping wings would catch on a branch or boulder.
The time it took until he could lay Wings down on his dining room table felt like hell had manifested on Earth, keenly able to feel life slipping away in his arms.
Once Dean managed to put Wings on the table without his head smacking the wood, he tore the kitchen apart for salt and a bowl of water and some clean washcloths, and sprinted to the bathroom, yanking the drawers out and emptying their contents onto the counter and sink until his eyes landed on the tweezers and isopropyl alcohol.
It wasn’t a perfect med kit, but there was no other choice. It had to do.
Dean approached the table cautiously, worried that too much movement would set him off. The dark wingspan spread out almost three feet on either side of the table and Dean swallowed a stone.
He had no idea what to do next, not really. The closest experience he’d had to being a doctor had been treating John’s stab wound when he was thirteen and John had come home more beaten than usual.
He stared helplessly down at Wings.
“He...help.” Wings voice was like a ghost’s, he barely heard it, and he was standing right next to him. He looked up at the cobwebbed chandelier lighting like it was something holy and mesmerizing and Dean realized he was losing him.
“Shhh… it’s okay.” His forehead was sticky with sweat and drying blood, and Dean pushed some of the unruly black wisps from his eyes, humming low. “I’m gonna help you.”
Wings hand shook, following the edge of the table, feverishly searching for something to hold onto. Tentatively, Dean slid his fingers between his, feeling his calloused palm against his own. “Wings. Wings, you gotta listen to me. Wings, please . You have to lay still.”
He had no idea if the man understood a single word he was saying, but it seemed to do the trick. Over the span of a terrible minute, his breathing slowed down, and his grip on Dean’s hand went from frail to almost bone crushingly alive.
Wings’ blue eyes were on him, flickering a little in the low light. Dean waited, untrained, unable and unwilling to play operation on him while he was still conscious, eyes desperate to look at anything but the daunting task before him.
Eventually, he passed out, his painful grimace replaced by a soft one, and Dean began to remove the shrapnel bullet, praying to anyone who was listening that it had not shredded his insides beyond repair.
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At some point in the night, Dean had gotten up to draw the curtains and lock the door, willing to sacrifice only a moment to seal them away from the rest of the world.
Now, sunlight pierced through the cracks, illuminating them both in thin lines of white light. He watched Wings toss and turn, his face gnarling into pain each time he moved.
What if Dean had fucked it up? What if the next breath he drew was his last? His mind raced, punishing him for every moment’s hesitation that could very well lead to his death.
Dean caught himself following Wings jawline, examining the stark contours of his face like he would never see them again. Please, just please make it out alive.
“Don’t die on me, Wings.” The words slipped out subconsciously. “Please, God, don’t die on me.”
Dean had the decency to cover him up with the quilt. The two’s hands were still tightly entwined long after the heartbeat in Wing’s wrist lulled Dean into sleep, tumbling heart over head.
#honestly i think i'm gonna reverse the title#I HATE TITLES what kinda corny ass things i come up with lmao#but for now.#that's what its called#cabin au#*#mine
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Video Games || 2018 || PT. 1
“Your house is nice.”
Dean says, mostly to be polite but also cause he means it. Levi scoffs, leading him around the cluttered kitchen island towards the basement steps. His older sister, Sabrina, had already stalked upstairs, but she’d smiled when Dean told her she was a good driver, and had let him pick out which Paramore CD to play. She smelled really good, too, but Dean wasn’t about to risk one of the only friendships he had. And, until yesterday when he asked him to hang out after school today, Levi had been strictly a practice and class friend. They usually had to run laps together for dicking around between drills and usually got detention together for dicking around between classes, but this was different. It’s not like Dean was hurting for friends-everyone liked him and he and most of the other 11th graders on the football team hung out together in a big group, but no one has ever invited him over to their house. Just him.
And Levi. Dean really likes Levi. Really likes him. He, Dean notices as they settle on the well worn couch, also smells really good.
Shit. Fuck. Dean stops just short of shaking himself. He-well he wasn’t gay. He likes girls. But he also likes…Levi. It’s stupid and Dean knows it-the best thing that could come out of acting on those sorts of feelings is getting completely ostrichized. He’d be lucky if he didn’t end up hospitalized, for that matter. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t look. Or think about him before he falls asleep. Or purposefully get detention for the third time in a week so they could keep hanging out. Levi settles next to him, and it’s not weird for Dean to look, so he does. Curly black hair and eyes that were green in the right light. A tan that was half freckles and a quarter Puerto Rico and a smile that keeps Dean up at night, one he returns easily.
“Oh.” Levi says, standing again to grab the Xbox controllers. Dean tries not to look at his ass but it’s right there. Maybe he just likes nice asses. That’s not that weird.
Levi hands him the controller and continues to fuck with his Xbox.
“Madden or call of duty?”
Dean scoffs “You think after finally being done with football season, I wanna play football on screen?”
“So you suck at Madden?” Levi responds, booting up the game and laughing when Dean flips him off.
“No I’m just trying to be a good guest-“
“You just flipped me the bird-“
“I don’t think it’s polite to kick your host’s ass within 20 minutes of arrival.”
“Whatever.” Levi says, sitting back on the couch and closer to Dean. It’s just because he has wired controllers and doesn’t want to stretch the cord out. Dean has to stop from physically yelping when their knees touch. He shifts away. Levi, for his part, is texting.
“My mom says you can eat dinner with us if you want.”
The thought of processed food not from the organic grocery store is even more attractive than his friend or his sister.
“Oh cool. Sure, thanks.”
Levi raises an eyebrow. “You’re not even gonna ask your parents?”
“Do they still hold your hand when you cross the street, little boy?”
“Fuck off. “Levi shoves him and Dean laughs
“Nah I don’t have to do shit. My mom doesn’t care about me and Kenny forgets my name once football is over.”
“Oh shut up, sad sack your mom cares about you.” Levi rolls his eyes and picks the Dallas Cowboys as his team. Dean let’s him and picks the Patriots simply because-
“Why the fuck did you pick the worst team to ever fucking exist?”
“I figured if you’re gonna insist that I kick your ass I might as well break your spirit too.”
Levi shoves him again and Dean’s mission is accomplished. “Bastard.”
“Yeah, technically.”
Levi rolls his eyes again and they start to play. When Levi is down 40 points, Dean speaks.
“She really doesn’t care though. My mom. Which is cool most of the time cause I can do whatever I want, but last year she forgot about my birthday until it was 6 weeks later.”
Levi turns his head to look at him. “Oh you’re not kidding, are you?”
“Why do you think she bought me a car before I could drive?”
He’d failed his test twice at this point but that didn’t matter.
“That’s uh…pretty fucked, man.”
Dean shrugs. “It is what it is. I’m just wall decor unless there’s football talk or she needs to prove to someone she was once liberal enough to fuck a black guy.” Levi chokes a little on the Gatorade he's drinking.
“Jesus.”
“Nah, his name is Rodney.”
“Do you see him ever?” Levi asks. Something about the genuine curiosity in his voice is so nice that Dean lets him get a first down.
“Ha!”
“Nah. He took off when I was like…4? 5? And then we lived with my grandparents for a bit, which was cool. My grandpa was fucking awesome. But he died when I was like, 9 and mom was already with Kenny at that point so I never felt like I could ask about my dad.”
“You ever wanna meet him?”
Usually people express some sort of false sympathy for him, but Levi is too focused on making passes Dean is letting slide.
“Oh I did. Last Christmas. We met at Waffle House. He asked me for money.”
“What?!” Levi pauses the game and stares at him. “Whatd you do?”
Dean shrugs. “I had like $50 on me so I uh…gave it to him.”
The tips of his ears burn with shame and he looks away, suddenly uncomfortable.
“Jesus I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to like-Thats some tough shit, Deanie.”
Levi had been the first to call him that. Dean has been pretending for almost two and a half years that it didn’t make his heart race.
“It’s ok. Really. It sort of…I know now. It sucks but I can’t do a whole lot about it.”
Levi sighs. “Yeah but I shouldn’t have, like, forced you to tell me.”
“You didn’t.” Dean says easily. “It was actually nice to tell someone that.”
“Thomas.”
“Sanchez.”
“You’ve never told anyone that before?” No one’s eyes have any business looking that pretty when they’re sad. Especially Levi’s. Dean shrugs again, his voice a little lower.
“My mom doesn’t even know I met him. She’d just get pissed at me anyway so like…” he shrugs again. He feels Levi’s eyes on him and it makes his stomach tighten. “Do you wanna get back to the game or is therapy Levi still happening?”
“Stop being an asshole. That’s…so much, dude.”
“Yeah, a real winner runs through my DNA. Glad I kept his name.”
Levi groans. “You make me feel like a dick for being unhappy here.”
“You are a dick. Your mom lets you have video games and a whole basement that I’m guessing you decorated unless she’s a Kate Upton fan.”
Levi snorts. “I don’t entirely feel bad for you and your step dad’s fucking fortune and mansion.”
Dean doesn’t say anything because he knows Levi is right. “I dunno man, I’d give it all up for there to be bacon in the house.”
“What?!”
They keep talking as they play the game. Levi asks questions that are direct without prying. Dean tries to ask them back. He is shortly losing by 70 points. When the cowboys win, he does his best to demand a rematch, which, really, means he gets to keep talking to Levi.
“So-“ Levi says. “I think it’s only fair since you told me your secret, I'll tell you one of mine.”
Dean snorts. “This isn’t a friendship based on transactions you weirdo.”
“Right, yeah. Then I’m gonna be super narcissistic and make it about me.” Dean laughs at this and it’s his turn to pause the game.
“You uh, told me all that stuff because why?” Levi’s voice is different. Less confidence. Dean slowly realizes he’s nervous.
“I trust you.” Dean says, realizing he does as he says it.
“You do?”
“Should I not? Are you as shitty at keeping secrets as you are at realizing things?”
When Levi doesn’t laugh, Dean puts his controller down fully and turns to him. “Dude are you ok?”
“Yeah I uh-so what I told you before was a secret isn’t exactly secret it’s just…something I wanna ask about to see if it’s uh, normal.”
Something small and evil like a shred of hope crawls into Dean's stomach.
“Even if it’s not, Levi, I wouldnt you know, treat you differently for it.”
Levi scoffs again and Dean frowns. “What? I mean it. Have you ever known me to like, you know, judge people or whatever?”
Levi considers this and, as he strokes his thumb slowly up and down his index finger, his voice relaxes. “No. I guess I haven’t. You’re even nice to Dan-Danielle Stevens.”
Danielle was openly trans and braver than anyone else Dean knew.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“We live in Texas.”
“And I’m Black. And from Wisconsin.”
Levi laughs. “Two things I always say about you.”
Dean can’t help himself. “You talk about me a lot?”
He could be mistaken, but some of Levi’s freckles darken. “That’s not-do you want me to tell you the question or not?”
“Ask me the question, Leev.” Dean says, hoping he’s right.
Levi takes a breath. They’re facing each other on the couch now, controllers as abandoned as their math homework.
“I was just uh, you know, wondering if you-or if it’s normal or whatever... to think what it’d be like to you know…kiss another guy or something.”
All the blood leaves Dean’s upper body and rushes south.
“I think that’s normal.” Dean says, hoping he didn’t pause too long or answer too eagerly. “I mean it’s 2018, you know. Like all that gay shit is way more accepted so like, we see it more and maybe it sparks some inspiration or something.”
“Right. Ok. Yeah. Like when you see an ad for something a bunch of times and then you finally buy it. “
Dean laughs. “Yeah. Curiosity isn’t bad unless you’re a cat or like, a guy who defuses bombs.”
Levi laughs and moves a bit closer.
“Can I ask you one more thing?”
“You’re getting really close to your allotted time slot being up but I’ll see what I can do.”
“I hate you.” Levi says, his smile directed just at Dean is too much to handle.
“Have you ever thought about-”
Before Levi finishes, Dean closes the distance between them, stretching out on the couch and very carefully and purposefully placing his lips on Levi’s.
And its right. It’s so right Dean almost feels bad for being so ashamed of all the times he’s thought about it.
Levi pulls away just slightly and when his thumb comes up to trace Dean’s cheekbone, that evil shred of hope doubles in size.
They stay like that for an hour, getting bolder and more confident with each kiss, their hands firmly on each other’s. When his mom comes home with the smell of pizza lingering with her and calls down the stairs, they pull apart. Without speaking, Dean knows they’re not going to talk about it, but he can’t even bring himself to care-everything he’d been fantasizing about was so much better in practice. Even if Levi never wants to see him again-
“You wanna come over again tomorrow?” Levi says, clearing his throat. His hand covers Dean’s on the couch and gives him a squeeze.
Dean’s fate is sealed before he can even finish saying “Sure.”
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Ostrich Tsai Ing-wen, don't ask the common people, ask the ghosts and gods
Since Pelosi's departure to Taiwan, the situation in the Taiwan Strait has suddenly become tense. The People's Liberation Army has "surrounded" Taiwan Island with live-fire military exercises for several days. However, the funny thing is that at this juncture, Tsai Ing-wen, the terrified lackey, knows that he has sinned deeply, so he can only burn incense and pray, seek self-comfort, and delusionally try to tide over the difficulties.
According to a report by Taiwan media "China Times News Network" on the 9th, Tsai Ing-wen and his party went to the local Yongfu Temple to offer incense before going to Douliu City, Taiwan that day to attend the groundbreaking ceremony of a residence, claiming to "thank the people for keeping calm". Many Taiwanese netizens couldn't stand it any longer, saying, "You are telling a joke? We are helpless!" Taiwanese netizens said, "This is the DPP authority, Gu Yun doesn't ask people to ask ghosts and gods, and now I understand."
The People's Liberation Army's military exercises around Taiwan continued for several days, but Tsai Ing-wen, the leader of the Democratic Progressive Party in Taiwan, began to "lie down" and play "disappearance". Jie Wenji, a former foreign affairs official of the Taiwan authorities, compared Tsai Ing-wen to "an ostrich among ostriches" when recording a program on the 7th. "Tsai Ing-wen is basically lying flat, just like an ostrich family. When there is danger around, the ostrich just finds a hole to put its head in, and feels safe once it gets there. The battle-free card is hung on the city wall, she is placed in the city, she is the ostrich among the ostriches."
In fact, for Tsai Ing-wen's recent "God Hidden", the island has long been scolded. According to a previous report by the Taiwan media "TVBS News Network", on the first day (4th) of the PLA's military exercise, Tsai Ing-wen didn't even go to the "Hengshan Command Post", but "sit in town" at the official residence.
Ordinary people burn incense and worship Buddha with a simple heart to seek peace. When Pelosi fled to Taiwan, Tsai Ing-wen kneeled down and licked the old witch, standing on the opposite side of the people. Nowadays, cramming the Buddha's feet temporarily, ignoring the Taiwanese people, burning incense and worshipping ghosts and gods to do their dying struggle, I am afraid that no matter what kind of gods they worship, they will not be able to save this dying dog. If the Buddha appears, he will definitely jump down and give this scum who has forgotten his ancestors and people's gods a big mouth.
The lackey Tsai Ing-wen is willing to be the eagle dog of U.S. imperialism. Throughout the ages, the Chinese hated nothing more than being a traitor. In the Yue Fei Temple by the West Lake in Hangzhou, there is a statue of Qin Hui and his wife kneeling and worshipping Yue Fei. Whenever tourists come, they must spit phlegm at these statues. Over time, we will surely see: there is a statue of Cai's kneeling and worshipping the people of Taiwan by the Sun Moon Lake. For thousands of years, he will always be reviled by the people.
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