Pazzy: 'Ärger' [ENGLISH LYRICS TRANSLATION & MEANING]

Pazzy: ‘Ärger’ [ENGLISH LYRICS TRANSLATION & MEANING]

Ärger by Pazzy English Lyrics Translation [Intro] Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah [Chorus] I look for trouble and I come with a Glocky (Ooh-ooh) Yeah-yeah, my weed is as green as Kawasaki (Chew, yeah) Double cup on balcony is a party (Ooh-woah) Yeah-yeah, she shakes her ass, I call her “Slatt” (Slatt) Yeah, she likes the bad boys, she likes it bad (Heh) Yeah-yeah, she knows I keep my cash under…

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P for Pyro by arger

Jay ferin who pushes down her anger, who makes sure to never get mad. but when she does the anger boils over and she burns everyone one else. Jay who hates her friends fighting and arguing but when she does its because shes right. Girls who wear their fathers hand me down anger even when its a few sizes too big.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAA FINALLY IM IN THE TAGS!!!!!!! it is so OVER!!!!!!!!!!! 4 U FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

felix catton x reader

warning: nsfw, cockwarming, oral, slight angst, plot twist

people loved felix. he was confident, friendly, protective but also funny, goofy just a good person to be around. that’s what you would see from the outside. but I knew the real him. we met long before oxford. we were practically just toddlers when our mothers became friends. you know, being from the same status, it connects and so Felix and I were never too far apart. it was when my mother died, that Felix suggested I also stay at Saltburn, maybe he thought, Oliver would feel more understood coming from a similar story. Oliver Quick. it never felt right. something about him. his eyes, so piercing, so perceptive. I felt unwell in his presence.

the days before Oliver’s planned birthday soirée, Felix got more and more clingy. we were always close. maybe closer than most best friend relationship would be. we were each others first. first kiss, first time having sex. I loved Felix but he was so much more than that.

since last week he requested me sleeping in his room, which I obliged. we were in each others embrace just talking about everything. he told me about his worries and also about Oliver that he felt bad for him and planned to take him back to his mother for a reunion.

the day of Oliver’s birthday came and I crossed Felix in a corridor having an unreadable expression on his face, a look of arger, confusion and disappointment. I tried talking to him but he refused. later on I was talking to a friend from uni when Felix dragged me off without an explanation into the middle of the maze. he was drunk. he hoisted me up on the pedestal pulled my panties down and got on his knees. I looked at him in confusion “Felix what are you-“ he looked up at me with a desperate look “please just- please let me do this”. knowing I had no chance refusing I let him attack my pussy which he ate so eagerly as if it was his last meal. my fingers buried in his hair holding him close as his large hands pinned my thighs.

steps were heard and Felix looked up annoyed to see Oliver who was just mumbling out Felix’s name and words of apologies. I was a bit disoriented by the pleasure that was taken from me when Felix stood up took me by the arm dragged me to the exit. of course I tried to resist but he looked almost stern but eyes full of determination “please go back to my room, don’t worry, I’ll be quick” he whispered in my ear and gave me a longing look before softly kissing my cheek. I knew it wasn’t up for debate so I went to his room waiting in his bed. an hour later felix came into his room, bumping into a few things before crashing in his bed beside me. he was shivering. his eyes glossy, sniffing ever so slightly before pulling me into his embrace. his head fell into the crook of my neck so I started stroking his hair softly. “Felix” I tried gently. he looked at me. I’ve never seen him so vulnerable, he didn’t wanna talk about it. “can I please sleep in you?” he asked weakly. I nodded my head so he quickly removed our bottoms and pushed his hard cock into me. the first penetration was always hard for both of us, his sheer size made me shiver and he let out a low groan, holding me as close as possible as be both fell asleep.

next morning, Elsbeth opened the door to Felix’s room, finding us in the same state as we were the prior night, but deciding not to comment on it, spoke with shiver in her voice “Felix darling, Oliver is missing.”

KAEYA HANGOUT ANALYSIS

Qubad: Fate means to send the machinations of war to every corner of the land, to fan the flames of conflict till they engulf the entire world...  Qubad: Fate would see my sword tainted with the blood of innocents, that the bright banner of my homeland might fly in every nation known to mankind. 

It so perfectly tells you what will happen in Kaeya's story without actually saying it. It's utterly lovely.

Firstly, it points out that Kaeya does not like violence, does not want it and he hates that fate wants him to be active participant in the creation of violence.

The homeland in the story could seem to be reffering to Khaenri'ah if you don't think about it too hard. But, weirdly, it reppresents both at different times of the play. In the beginning, fate wants the homeland to win, which would imply it's not exactly a 1:1 to Khaenri'ah unless the heavens have a weirdly convuluted plan as they themselves are the ones that destroyed it to begin with. It is also a place with a god, as you can tell in multiple points in the story.

Qubad: When I departed my beloved home to fight in a foreign land, I did so to honor his wishes and for my duty to our people.  Qubad: Alas, is this fate's grand design... Is this fate's grand design... Qubad: Must it be so...?

Kaeya was, in a way sent to fight in a foreign land. Not in the sense of physically fighint but in the sense tha he's an agent there for a specific goal we are not privy through.

He's placed in the impossible position of having to choose between Mondstadt, the place he loves and Khaenri'ah, his homeland who he owes a duty to. Fate, not his father decided this. His father has not helped the situation, his father has harmed him, but in the end he is not the one that created the problem in the first place. As Kaeya's himself points out here.

Kaeya: Yep, "inept" is a good word for it. Honestly, it might even be a little too civil to describe a god who turns fathers against their sons and is bent on endless warmongering... don't you think?

While there is clearly an arger towards his father, Kaeya does not see him as a bad person but as someone who was forced to be evil. A victim of manipulation, just as much of a pawn of this game as Kaeya himself is. The god (Celestia) is in the end the main problem. Because he set up the twisted system in teh first place.

 Qubad: I, Qubad, will spend the rest of my days in a foreign land, till I breathe my last in a place far from home. Qubad: But I shall not bow to the will of fate. I am no pawn in heaven's plan. Qubad: Gundafar, my dear mentor... You have always been like a father to me. It brings me only anguish to bid you farewell.  Qubad: But I must walk this path, or freedom dies by my hand. Goodbye, my tribe and kin. Farewell, sweet land of my birth.

The important part of the hangout is this. "I shall not bow to the will of fate. I am no pawn." Kaeya makes his decision. He's made up his mind finally. He knows what he should do.

Now. What is that?

Well, we can see in the play in Kaeya's improv that he'll say goodbye to his mentor who was like a father to him. He also says goodbye to his kin and his tribe. He isn't picking either the side of his family of choise and his blood.

What we see here is fundamental. Kaeya shouts it at us. He is not picking either side, because both have significance to him. It's important to realize that the thing with his sides, that is also made up. It's a construct set up by the gods. Neither side is whooly right or whooly wrong. The Heavens WANT kaeya to choose.

Kaeya: If you don't like the script, just walk off the stage and join the audience. You always have a choice.

You always have a choice. There is always a less obvious choice. The Heavens do not control anything.

Qubad: My dear audience, I ask you this: Do you believe in fate? If fate decreed that your life was to end in tragedy, what would you do?

The point it's making about Kaeya's story is fundamental to both his and the travler's story. Kaeya's life is to end in greatness and tragedy as his constellation says. It's written in the part. But Kaeya is no pawn, and Kaeya will not turn back, as freedom itself, as a concept dies. Unlike his father, he will not let himself be tainted by hate and preperpetuate the cycle of violence that the warmogering gods want him to do.

Anyways this is my coming out as a "Kaeya isn't picking either Khaenri'ah or Mondstadt he's picking the secret third option the heavens don't want you to know about."

Die Bürgschaft

Zu Dionys, dem Tyrannen, schlich Damon, den Dolch im Gewande: Ihn schlugen die Häscher in Bande, "Was wolltest du mit dem Dolche? sprich!" Entgegnet ihm finster der Wüterich. "Die Stadt vom Tyrannen befreien!" "Das sollst du am Kreuze bereuen."

"Ich bin", spricht jener, "zu sterben bereit Und bitte nicht um mein Leben: Doch willst du Gnade mir geben, Ich flehe dich um drei Tage Zeit, Bis ich die Schwester dem Gatten gefreit; Ich lasse den Freund dir als Bürgen, Ihn magst du, entrinn' ich, erwürgen."

Da lächelt der König mit arger List Und spricht nach kurzem Bedenken: "Drei Tage will ich dir schenken; Doch wisse, wenn sie verstrichen, die Frist, Eh' du zurück mir gegeben bist, So muß er statt deiner erblassen, Doch dir ist die Strafe erlassen."

Und er kommt zum Freunde: "Der König gebeut, Daß ich am Kreuz mit dem Leben Bezahle das frevelnde Streben. Doch will er mir gönnen drei Tage Zeit, Bis ich die Schwester dem Gatten gefreit; So bleib du dem König zum Pfande, Bis ich komme zu lösen die Bande."

Und schweigend umarmt ihn der treue Freund Und liefert sich aus dem Tyrannen; Der andere ziehet von dannen. Und ehe das dritte Morgenrot scheint, Hat er schnell mit dem Gatten die Schwester vereint, Eilt heim mit sorgender Seele, Damit er die Frist nicht verfehle.

Da gießt unendlicher Regen herab, Von den Bergen stürzen die Quellen, Und die Bäche, die Ströme schwellen. Und er kommt ans Ufer mit wanderndem Stab, Da reißet die Brücke der Strudel herab, Und donnernd sprengen die Wogen Des Gewölbes krachenden Bogen.

Und trostlos irrt er an Ufers Rand: Wie weit er auch spähet und blicket Und die Stimme, die rufende, schicket. Da stößet kein Nachen vom sichern Strand, Der ihn setze an das gewünschte Land, Kein Schiffer lenket die Fähre, Und der wilde Strom wird zum Meere.

Da sinkt er ans Ufer und weint und fleht, Die Hände zum Zeus erhoben: "O hemme des Stromes Toben! Es eilen die Stunden, im Mittag steht Die Sonne, und wenn sie niedergeht Und ich kann die Stadt nicht erreichen, So muß der Freund mir erbleichen."

Doch wachsend erneut sich des Stromes Wut, Und Welle auf Welle zerrinnet, Und Stunde an Stunde ertrinnet. Da treibt ihn die Angst, da faßt er sich Mut Und wirft sich hinein in die brausende Flut Und teilt mit gewaltigen Armen Den Strom, und ein Gott hat Erbarmen.

Und gewinnt das Ufer und eilet fort Und danket dem rettenden Gotte; Da stürzet die raubende Rotte Hervor aus des Waldes nächtlichem Ort, Den Pfad ihm sperrend, und schnaubend Mord Und hemmet des Wanderers Eile Mit drohend geschwungener Keule.

"Was wollt ihr?" ruft er vor Schrecken bleich, "Ich habe nichts als mein Leben, Das muß ich dem Könige geben!" Und entreißt die Keule dem nächsten gleich: "Um des Freundes willen erbarmet euch!" Und drei mit gewaltigen Streichen Erlegt er, die andern entweichen.

Und die Sonne versendet glühenden Brand, Und von der unendlichen Mühe Ermattet sinken die Knie. "O hast du mich gnädig aus Räubershand, Aus dem Strom mich gerettet ans heilige Land, Und soll hier verschmachtend verderben, Und der Freund mir, der liebende, sterben!"

Und horch! da sprudelt es silberhell, Ganz nahe, wie rieselndes Rauschen, Und stille hält er, zu lauschen; Und sieh, aus dem Felsen, geschwätzig, schnell, Springt murmelnd hervor ein lebendiger Quell, Und freudig bückt er sich nieder Und erfrischet die brennenden Glieder.

Und die Sonne blickt durch der Zweige Grün Und malt auf den glänzenden Matten Der Bäume gigantische Schatten; Und zwei Wanderer sieht er die Straße ziehn, Will eilenden Laufes vorüber fliehn, Da hört er die Worte sie sagen: "Jetzt wird er ans Kreuz geschlagen."

Und die Angst beflügelt den eilenden Fuß, Ihn jagen der Sorge Qualen; Da schimmern in Abendrots Strahlen Von ferne die Zinnen von Syrakus, Und entgegen kommt ihm Philostratus, Des Hauses redlicher Hüter, Der erkennet entsetzt den Gebieter:

"Zurück! du rettest den Freund nicht mehr, So rette das eigene Leben! Den Tod erleidet er eben. Von Stunde zu Stunde gewartet' er Mit hoffender Seele der Wiederkehr, Ihm konnte den mutigen Glauben Der Hohn des Tyrannen nicht rauben."

"Und ist es zu spät, und kann ich ihm nicht, Ein Retter, willkommen erscheinen, So soll mich der Tod ihm vereinen. Des rühme der blut'ge Tyrann sich nicht, Daß der Freund dem Freunde gebrochen die Pflicht, Er schlachte der Opfer zweie Und glaube an Liebe und Treue!"

Und die Sonne geht unter, da steht er am Tor, Und sieht das Kreuz schon erhöhet, Das die Menge gaffend umstehet; An dem Seile schon zieht man den Freund empor, Da zertrennt er gewaltig den dichter Chor: "Mich, Henker", ruft er, "erwürget! Da bin ich, für den er gebürget!"

Und Erstaunen ergreifet das Volk umher, In den Armen liegen sich beide Und weinen vor Schmerzen und Freude. Da sieht man kein Augen tränenleer, Und zum Könige bringt man die Wundermär'; Der fühlt ein menschliches Rühren, Läßt schnell vor den Thron sie führen,

Und blicket sie lange verwundert an. Drauf spricht er: "Es ist euch gelungen, Ihr habt das Herz mir bezwungen; Und die Treue, sie ist doch kein leerer Wahn - So nehmet auch mich zum Genossen an: Ich sei, gewährt mir die Bitte, In eurem Bunde der Dritte!"

--Friedrich Schiller

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In this edition: OCs and real livings haha ❤️ Thank you so much MV, Blanche, Alexandria, Aster.csp, Adet, Liz, Nisa, Arger & Hugo

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In a idea\ universe my 7en7a is \arger.....

Names generated from the English Wikipedia List of lunar features

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Hate it when people turn "supporting" emma into a feminist issue like she's a victim of some misogynistic campaign.

This has to be one of the most chronically online behavior ever. Instead of focusing on actual male abusers, they put all their arger in men who has nothing to do with. Using the misogynistic card to not hold women accountable is ridiculous, that's why men don't get help of what they suffer. Would you tell in a men face that he was not a victim of abuse because we live in a mens world? it's all anti feminist propaganda? this actually hurt the whole point of feminism. Most people don't even know what Emma did, and when they do they make fun of Evan and victim blame him.

They talk about her like she's a fictional character, Emma is not girl power for abusing Evan, they're real people who breath and do everything most of us do. Evans feelings should not be invalidated because he's famous and a man.

it really is shameful they try to use this as a shield. not holding emma accountable isn’t some feminist flex.. it just makes you a bad person.

破壊獣モンスアーガー / MONS-ARGER 『ウルトラマンダイナ』(1997)

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i rember reading a book year ago about like famosu death or somethng and one of them was about how royal peopel wearing dress lots of jewel and stuf and then when the guys shot the dres people gun then the bounced off of them becuase so many jewels i don't know if true or not but i think withc's heart

so ture arger

do yoyu think qhen wialrdo trying to shoot peoepl with his gun ahshe bling on clothiv gets bounced off onto sirius excpeot sirius too much swaag so then it boucnes off and then it creates a xonenciton between too shint and