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I just love it that they are using the “naive” to excuse her now..,..She didn’t know it was going to be hard joining the royals.She doesn’t understand that as a person in the public eye she needs to be careful of what she says. She’s being miSUndERstOoD🥺….You are telling me the actress in her late 30s who has a degree in international relation though joining a political family in another country was going to be easy? Same actress who said that her Hollywood training would help her navigate the royal life in her engagement interview also doesn’t know about how media works? The creator of the podcast about owning a label society gives you that has 28 people overseeing production and has final say in what’s release is having trouble communicating her exacts thoughts? Just say criticism it’s not welcome.
Agree.
Saying she's "naive" is ridiculous. She tried it @ the beginning though. "Oh I didn't Google him. I didn't know I had to curtsey to The Queen. I didn't know the national anthem." Paaah-lease.
This is a woman who thrives on being in complete control. You're telling me that her husband has 2304958 pages of the internet dedicated to his entire life story, and she didn't google him? I've Googled my husband, and he is NO ONE. (I mean, he's my everything but he's not famous lol.)
But anywho, she went into it all saying she had no idea so that she could try to build in some breathing room - she was making room for herself to make mistakes. "Oh, well Meghan had a misstep but that's okay because she didn't know..."
The problem is, it's been YEARS now. Even if you didn't know then, you know now. You can't keep saying you don't know, you didn't understand, you misspoke, etc when you KNOW how it works, when you have hired a TEAM of people to handle it all for you, and when you eat/sleep/and breathe the strategy of it all.
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Eu vou na garupa pa paaah
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oh oh oh teito and reporter should bond over trying to catch zura 🤔 which makes me think, how does teito get along with him?
Ah 🥺🥺 bonding over how terrible Teito's police sketches are and how he absolutely has no idea that you can't make any of Zura's features out of a stick figure with a drawn on neo armstrong cyclone jet armstrong cannon that they absolutely cannot air without the censorship law coming down hard (heh 'coming down hard') because Teito wants the public to know the suspect is a male of course, and reporter-chan has to play the straight man role and make a better sketch so the public has something to work with (turns out the final product they air is still, nothing Zura-distinguishable or even remotely human) paaah anon you make me think hard for this gem au
But to answer yer question, Teito usually follows the rule book when it comes to capturing Joui terrorists, but when they meet (w/ Sougo in tow to take advantage of eating on Teito's dime) in restaurants— propriety wins out because decorum dictates you can't just arrest a man on an empty stomach, kindly letting Zura know that as soon as he finishes his somen, he'll have to arrest him. I think Zura would have a respect for Teito who clearly is a gentleman, calling him Harada-dono in kind. They'd have nothing personal against each other, but alas, they're natural enemies, aren't they? As soon as Zura slurps up the last noodle and pats his mouth, once, twice, Teito let's the sword go flying and Zura is leaving behind a bomb as a parting gift.
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paaah nə maraqlı olacaq sanki🙄
Sözün gəlişi dedim sadəcə
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A small portal opens and a small, rock-like creature covered in moss plopped hard at Celeste's feet. It looked like a Wooper would and shook itself off like one, but it was clearly made out of rock. Like a little statue. A living Wooper statue.
"Woo-paaah~!"
Celeste stopped to see this poor thing fall over onto the ground; barely able to see the portal closing. Despite the confusion she felt from seeing whatever that was, her attention shifted to the Wooper.
"Are you okay?" She spoke to the Pokemon as it got up and readjusted itself. Strange, this one looked to be made of rock. This certainly isn't a Paldean or Johtonian Wooper.
She guided this Wooper closer to her body. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're safe."
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Anak sulungku penggemar berat Cars, terutama sang bintang utama Lightning McQueen. Akhir-akhir ini dia tergila-gila dengan tokoh Shu Todoroki, pembalap dari Jepang. Alhasil bapaknya tiap malam selalui dihantui dengan permintaan,
"Paaah, beliin Shu Pah... yang dari Tomica itu lho".
Lha ya jelas dibeliin lah abis itu, buat apa si bapak kerja keras banting gigi kalo ga buat nurutin permintaan ndoro Drean. Setelah terpenuhi keinginan ndoro Drean, sekarang dia selalu minta di-print-in sketsa Shu Todoroki buat diwarnai, digunting, ditempelin, dipandang-pandang, disenyumin, dieker-eker kemanapun. Ini adalah salah satu karya mewarnai Shu Todoroki oleh Drean, enak bener ini mewarnainya.. lha wong Shu dominan warna putih, cuma perlu mewarnai aksen-aksen warna merahnya doang. Ya jelas pinuuuuuk.
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Shatta Wale - Don’t Call Me Lyrics
Shatta Wale – Don’t Call Me Lyrics
Don’t Call Me Lyrics by Shatta Wale
1don 1don
One gun!
One stand!
Paah paah paaah
The way adey chop
You dey look my face
I know your mouth has come
Naturally ino be fearoe
What can come can come!
I like click clock
Deh there and do vandamme
Go ask Yvonne who be the girls wanzam
Les enfants
I dey see dem all like cum
You no be le garcon
Adey ride dem like ga sor!
Yeah….!
Dont call me please!
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Shatta Wale - Don’t Call Me Lyrics
Shatta Wale – Don’t Call Me Lyrics
Don’t Call Me Lyrics by Shatta Wale
1don 1don
One gun!
One stand!
Paah paah paaah
The way adey chop
You dey look my face
I know your mouth has come
Naturally ino be fearoe
What can come can come!
I like click clock
Deh there and do vandamme
Go ask Yvonne who be the girls wanzam
Les enfants
I dey see dem all like cum
You no be le garcon
Adey ride dem like ga sor!
Yeah….!
Dont call me please!
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"I know this song but what is its name ?”
Chances are (very) high that all of you know the melody of “Also sprach Zarathustra”. You know, the “paaah paaaaah paaaaah, PAH PAH” song in “2001 : A Space Odyssey”.
This melody,composed in 1896 by Richard Strauss, is inspired by the eponymous Nietzsche philosophical novel. Its fanfare, repeated creschendo for 3 times, represents a sunrise. This aspect of elevation in the sound may be the original element that made Stanley Kubrick chose this track for his famous movie. A choice so good that now, few people think of a sunrise hearing these notes, but rather to space. This association is also based on the fact that the BBC, inspired by Kubrick’s work, used the same track for its televison coverage of space missions accomplished by Apollo.
Do you think it is a good thing that a song is known only by this mean ? Do you think “Also sprach Zarathustra” should be more than “The Space Song ?”
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more season 1 - 3 muses, please && thank you. also, some oc hunters that wanna kill all the supernaturals, like yes please ? ? ?
#❰ ° • ✩ ❛ i like pineapple on pizza. *slides on sunglasses* deal with it. — ❲ OOC ❳ *#i'm sorry i just wanna feel nostalgic and see more people from the earlier seasons#and of course have liam fight off some hunters wah paaah!
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Gives a kiss to the cute frog
{🐸} - "Paaah-! Thank you!" Cecil bowed. "Anyway, I have an announcement!! It's very important!!" He cleared his throat. "I had waffles for dinner with whipped cream and strawberries!"
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Former Ghosts
Dean/Cas fic
~2k words, pretty fluffy/light
AO3 -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/27648394
On TV, hospital rooms are usually these clean, white places with a sunny window and a nice chair in the corner. A family member or loved one would be there, desperately pleading for forgiveness, or redemption, or something like that. The nurses are all hot 20 somethings and doctors take time to talk to the patient and their family in soothing, apologetic tones. By the end of the episode there is either a miraculous recovery or a heartbreaking death.
Dean knows this well, television practically raised him. So no matter how many times he ends up in one it’s still a bit of a disappointment to wake up sweaty and alone in a dark room with puke green walls on one side and a curtain separating another patient on the other. This time, his back hurts like hell and he wants to know where Sam is and what happened to those kids.
As usual, he ignores the disappointed part of him that wanted to have not woken up at all. He’s grown accustomed to that thought over the years, and it’s easy to shoo away, but not as easy as it used to be.
He tries to get up and make a run for it before an orderly notices he’s awake and starts questioning him about the health insurance he doesn’t have, but the moment Dean moves forward he’s overcome with a stab of pain that makes his vision go black in the middle. He lets out a sharp “paaah” sound that hurts his throat, and falls back into place. He feels nauseous and winded.
A heavyset woman in her 30’s comes into the room. “Hello,” she says kindly, “I saw your heart rate was up, do you know where you are?”
Dean shakes his head no.
“St. Sebastian Hospital” she answers, then: “Give me one moment, please.” Dean’s mouth is so dry he doesn’t think he could argue even if he wanted to. The woman pulls his medical chart off the back of his bed and checks it over.
“Mr, ah, Bolan, it seems like you were in a serious car accident and have been out for the last few days. You have a punctured kidney, and quite a few other injuries, you’re really lucky to be alive and recovering as well as you are,” the woman says. There’s a softly scolding tone in her voice. Dean wonders if she thinks he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt or something.
Dean nods at her, feigning repentance. He guesses his full name on her chart must be Marc Bolan, the rock star tragically deceased in a car crash. Good one, Sammy, though a bit on the nose.
Dean’s mouth is still dry so he gestures weakly at his throat. The nurse lightens up.
“I’ll have someone bring you some ice chips, and the attending physician will be in soon to get you up to speed on your recovery.” She points out a little red button attached to his bed, “If you need anything, press this, okay?”
Dean nods.
—
Dean spends the next few days in the hospital. He wants to leave as soon as Sam gets there in the morning but Sam insists he stay the full amount of time that the doctor recommended. He says something to Dean about the possibility of sepsis but Dean doesn’t really listen. He knows how to keep his wounds clean, he’s not some dumb kid.
Eventually Dean gets discharged back to the bunker with a handful of unpaid-for antibiotics and by the time he’s healthy enough to get to the bathroom by himself without blacking out, they get a call. After much hemming and hawing from Dean, Sam goes off to a hunt in Texas by himself. It scares the shit out of Dean to see his brother go alone but he puts on a brave face and pats Sam on the back, like it’s no big deal.
“Call if you need anything. Anything at all,” Dean tells him. Sam rolls his eyes but agrees.
Dean waits. And waits. And waits. And nothing bad happens. Sam comes home victorious. Dean knew he would.
And then Sam goes off by again. And comes back. And keeps doing it. And after a while Dean gets used to it, though he can’t help himself from feeling like the world is moving on without him.
—
Dean’s back still hurts. He feels like a burden to Sam, and to himself. He drinks beer with the dog and watches TV and eats chips, then goes to bed and gets up the next day and does the same thing. Sometimes he’ll help Sam out with research over the phone, and hates that these moments are the highlight of his day, sometimes week.
He tries not to think about Castiel, but almost immediately gives up and starts researching ways to get him back. When Sam is home, sometimes he asks what Dean is up to but Dean can’t bring himself to lie or to tell the whole truth.
“Looking for trouble,” Dean replies jokingly, and lets Sam assume this means Dean’s searching for a new case rather than researching ancient enochian summoning rituals. Because he knows what Sam would say. Cas sacrificed himself so they could win, and he’d want them to move forward. Cas would want them to be happy, and live good lives. Especially Dean.
But, Dean’s not entirely sure he wants to be happy, it would be a pretty foreign feeling after all this time. In fact, Dean’s not sure he wants anything, anymore. Except for Sam to be happy and Cas to be home, with him. He doesn’t think he’ll ever finish processing what Castiel had said to him the last time they had seen each other but Dean reserves the right to try.
Around the time Dean’s back wound is fully healed and he’s ready to start hunting again, Sam runs back into Eileen hunting an angry spirit outside Lafayette. They start spending more time together on the road. Dean is happy for them, though a little sad when Sam starts to move on.
But, the plus side is that this gives Dean extra time to do something very stupid and ill advised without his brother walking in on him.
—
He’s about halfway through the summoning ritual when the candles blow out on their own and Dean feels himself thrown backwards by an otherworldly gust of wind. It hurts badly but the live ram Dean was about to sacrifice seems relieved.
A man in a trench coat appears in the room with a very cross look on his face. The relief Dean feels when he sees Castiel is so powerful he almost needs to sit down.
“Did it work?” Dean asks.
“Not even close,” Castiel replies, “You were about to summon a huge sea monster.”
Dean can’t stop himself from smiling anyway.
The ram makes a grunting sound.
—
Castiel comes clean that he’d been saved by Jack, and instead of saying anything was waiting for Dean to die of old age and get to heaven, which Dean finds pretty insulting. “Time passes differently in heaven” Cas had said which sounded to Dean like a cop out.
He ignores the fact that, as usual, Sam is right. Dean is actually pretty great at ignoring Sam when he wants to.
“I wanted you to have a real life, Dean,” Cas had said irritatedly, “I wanted you to know happiness and freedom. Freedom from everything.”
Dean doesn’t like Castiel’s tone when he says the word, “everything” because he knows Cas is including himself in that. It pisses him off, in fact.
“So what?” Dean nearly shouts before collecting himself to grit out, “You get to say your peace and then leave? Just like that?” Dean doesn’t add “It’s not fair” but petulantly thinks it. He’s so mad he has to take a step back and breathe through his nose. It had never occurred to him Cas was back and simply didn’t want to see him, especially after what had happened. It stings.
Cas says nothing for a long moment, just levels a sad look at Dean that says the differences are insurmountable between them. That they’re wholly different creatures meant to be on different planes of existence and never meet on earth, and certainly never care for each other. They are, at best, to have a post-life cordial business relationship. Dean huffs. He steps closer to Cas, and Cas lets him.
“You know how I feel, Dean, but...” Cas finally starts but is cut off.
“Okay, well. Do you want to hear what I have to say?” Dean asks.
Cas says nothing. Dean can feel himself choking up, which he hates.
“I want to say that I love you too, you know. Love you-love you. And I don’t wanna be here if you’re not around, and I don’t wanna get old without you. I got hurt, bad, after you were gone and I thought to myself: good, finally, this is how it’s supposed to be. Because if you were gone, I wanted to be gone too. I’ve been counting down my days since I was a kid, man.”
He doesn’t cry but his face is hot and scrunched up and he knows he looks like a mess. He doesn’t often let himself willingly experience these feelings, but they’re there. They’ve always been there. They’ve gotten so much worse without Castiel beside him.
Resigned, Castiel replies with absolutely no irony but a bit of pettiness, “Should I have not saved you from those vampire clowns, then? I’m sorry, Dean, I couldn’t help myself. I had hoped you’d be able to outlive John, at least.”
Of course, Dean thinks. Of course you don’t heal that easy from a punctured organ, but what’s a subtle bit of healing magic between friends? The hot air leaves him all at once and he feels empty.
“Cas” he says. He doesn't actually know where he’s going with this. He leans his face close to Castiel, so their foreheads and noses are touching. He is deeply relieved when Cas kisses him.
—
A few days later Sam is surprised to come home to a ram grazing outside the bunker, but not at all to find Castiel and Dean cuddled up on the couch watching movies.
“Welcome home,” he says.
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,, i am feared by the darkness around me, by the darkness in my own heart. But i have to move on. If i stay i will fall. So i follow your light to the day until we met again"
Yeah its glints crystal and Eos is speaking of Trahearne so that maaaay not fit but...paaah xD
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