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girlactionfigure · 3 months
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ladymacabrebeth · 2 years
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People with opposing views coexisting peacefully through diplomatic discussions is an ideal world. But unfortunately, that is merely an unreachable dream these days — because everything is polarized. Perhaps things would be better if we sought the truth as a common ground instead of competing on which side is the best.
Lady Macabre Beth
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davidpasqualone · 4 days
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usnewsper-politics · 20 days
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Protecting Democracy: Leaders Defend American Values and Unite for a Stronger Future #Americandemocracy #civicengagement #commonground #Constitution #divisionandpolarization #electoralprocess #erosionofdemocraticnorms #fragilityofdemocraticinstitutions #freeandfairelection #governmentoflaws #individualrights #leaderswhoprotectdemocracy #Leadership #politicalprocess #protectingdemocracy #resilienceofAmericandemocracy. #respectfortheConstitution #ruleoflaw #sharedvalues #unity #USCapitolattack #values
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usnewsper-business · 20 days
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Berkshire Hathaway and Haslam Family Settle Lawsuit Over Investment in Pilot Flying J, Avoiding Trial #BerkshireHathaway #breachofduty #cancelation #commonground #courtsettlement #damages #disclosure #financialhealth #Haslamfamily #investment #investors #Lawsuit #legalbattle #minoritystake #PilotFlyingJ #reputationaldamage #resolution #risks #Settlement #settlementagreement #shareholders #Tennesseefederalcourt #trial #wrongdoing
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chriswick47 · 2 months
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Understanding the Landscape Before delving into strategies for constructive discussions, it’s crucial to grasp the landscape we’re navigating. Corruption, the abuse of entrusted power for private gain, permeates various sectors worldwide. From political scandals to corporate malpractice, its effects reverberate through societies, eroding trust and undermining institutions.
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justnadiene · 7 months
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Embracing Your Inner Lone Wolf: 5 Signs You Might Be a Lone Wolf Personality and How to Build Deeper Connections with Others
Photo by Nicolás Encina on Unsplash Do you enjoy spending time alone? Do you find it challenging to connect with others on a deeper level? If so, you might be a lone wolf personality. While embracing your individuality is important, being a lone wolf can sometimes lead to feelings of isolation and disconnection from others. In this blog post, we’ll explore five signs that you might be a lone…
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esandersonucc · 1 year
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Story: The Unexpected Peacemaker
May 14, 2023 Acts 17:22-31John 14:15-21 A peaceful morning on a Hawaiian beach was… less than peaceful. There were birds screeching – at least two birds and birds of different kinds screeching. There was also a sound that was harder to identify because it’s so rarely heard. A nearby cat decided she had to find out what was causing all the ruckus. Besides, it was interrupting her first nap of…
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jameszeeshan · 1 year
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World Interfaith Harmony Week Interfaith Harmony is not about convincing what is right or who is superior but rather respecting others opinions, learning to coexist, finding common ground, establishing dialogues, initiating mutual activities, and most importantly celebrating the differences #WorldInterfaithHarmonyWeek #UN #InterfaithHarmony #right #superior #respecting #opinions #learning #coexist #commonground #dialogues #celebratingTHEdifferences #instaZJ #tumblrZJ #pinterestZJ #tweetZJ #linkedinZJ #youtubeZJ #tiktokZJ #wordpressZJ #quoteZJ https://www.instagram.com/p/CoONZ7AsTyh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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fdjphotography · 1 year
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Another amazing shoot with Co-Founder of @commongroundspirits and Investing Partner @merseasf I introduce to you...... Mr. Tory Brown, looking quite dapper, in this stunning blue Zegna Sports Coat. Tory and I have been friends for 17 years, how time flies. He told me he needed a couple of shots not much time. I told him to pull up and let's get it done. Please check out, "Common Ground" page and The Common Ground Gins. Their Gins are award-winning, smooth, crisp, and clean with flavors you will crave. Common Ground is #GETTINGITDONE . . . . . CF........@torybcgs . . 📸......@fdjphotography . . . . . #fdjphotography #torybcgs #commonground #merseasf #gin #nikonusa #lexarmemory #hoyafilter #godoxad600pro #godoxad200pro @#savageuniversal #zegna #saks5ave #bayareaphotographer #blackownedbusiness #blackowndistillery (at Mountain House, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClRaxSiPZTE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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gudgin · 2 years
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Card of the Day: Duality In your encounters with other people today, don't focus on your differences. Find your common ground, and amplify it, so what you get is greater than the sum of its parts. #tarotbygraham #tarot #oraclereading #rootsandwingsoracledeck #cardoftheday #oraclecards #oraclereadersofinstagram #tarotreadersofinstagram #tarottuesday #duality #commonground #letsagree #workingtogether #differences #pointsofview #seebothsides #perseverance #teamwork #bridges #collaboration === (Cards are from the Roots & Wings Oracle Deck by Kat Ryalls) I'm well known on social media for my "Card of the Day" 1-Card Mini-Readings, which are great for some quick guidance, but if you have a specific question or a more complex situation, a full tarot reading is going to be more useful to you. More: tarotbygraham.com/order (at Edison, New Jersey) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjkvNNhuiBi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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linandara · 2 years
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I have been hearing from very different people phrases like: "We are not the same!" - "We are pure blood" - "I have the pedigree" - "I have the right genetics" - "My personality is creative, unlike others"... "Unlike yours, my experiences have been confirmed"... I think we need more unity, understanding, sense of common ground rather than divisiveness, illusions of grandeur and just blind pride. Biologically we are all humans and very similar to each other, just like close relatives. Spiritually we all are parts of the Universe, looking at Itself. We may disagree, some of us are obviousely doing things wrong, but we are still all of the same blood. When we built barriers we diminish and dehumanise the other side. The rift then grows and deepens through hate and mistrust. A few days ago I ended up in a situation where the only person who could give me a lift was the one who earlier voiced an opinion I found absolutely crazy and immature. Can a person like that even drive? It was a narrow steep winding road, it was dark. Sometimes you have to trust a human being regardless, have to keep smiling and talking. It worked out OK. We even managed to have some sort of conversation. No person is completely good or evil. We have the same blood. * Available as a t shirt on Zazzle and will be a #NFT on Rarible soon. #linandara #linandaras_art #thoughts #unity #commonground #sameblood #humanity #design #peace (at Newtown Mid Wales) https://www.instagram.com/p/CifkW0LNjx7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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usnewsper-politics · 21 days
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Republicans Clash Over Immigration: Urgent Need for Action at Southern Border #apprehensions #BorderPatrolagents #commonground #comprehensiveimmigrationlegislation #effectivereforms #GOPbordervisit #growingdivide #hardliners #illegalcrossings #illegalimmigration #immigrationpolicy #immigrationreform #localcommunities #moderates #mountingcrisis #politicalposturing #potentialsolutions #publicitystunt #republicanparty #securetheborder #southernborder #tensions #urgentneedforimmigrationreform
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hyydraworks · 6 months
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Etsy update tonight at 5pm ET!
Squid mugs are going to be $55 + shipping, Squid Tumblers $37, and Hummingbird Mugs $45. Will be sneaking a sale squid mug and some other discounted friends in there with everything also!
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raineandsky · 1 month
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Hi!
Would you write a story about a body guard and a prince?
The prince doesn't trust the body guard at first, because he thinks that the body guard is someone else's spy. But when the guard saves his life from a deadly assassination all by himself and gets severely injured, the prince apologizes and starts to trust him. Hope you have a great day/night!!
ANON. YOU KNOW ME SO WELL :O thank you for the request - enjoy!!
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The prince is usually woken up by a maid, or his dog, or, god forbid, that goddamn bodyguard barging in for no explicable reason.
It’s not often he’s awoken by the feeling of cold metal against his neck.
Panic crashes through the confusion almost instantly. The prince flails, tangled in royally thick sheets, and his attacker hisses in annoyance. The blade stings against his skin and falls away.
The assassin fumbles after the prince as he scrambles across the bed; they clearly weren’t expecting to deal with him conscious. They grab him by the collar to yank him back into the covers. The force rocks the nightstand, and the flower vase on top of it rocks in tandem. There’s a blissful moment of still nothingness before the vase topples and crashes to the floor with the violence of a swinging hammer.
The door gets battered open with a similar amount of force. The assassin startles, their attention snapped to the giant figure blocking the doorway.
His bodyguard. The prince has seen the way this man’s eyes follow him, how he’s always in the most convenient of places to fall in line with the prince’s day. He’s been spying, he knew it, he’s been relaying information to some treasonous third party—
And now he’s come to join in on the murder, the prince thinks sourly. Amazing.
The guard moves and the prince scrambles to avoid him, but he doesn’t descend on the prince like he was expecting. He takes four assured steps into the room, draws his sword, and throws himself at the assassin.
The assassin lurches to the side, mostly. The guard’s blade catches on their wrist in a bright arc of shining metal and crimson.
The assassin seems to be getting more and more out of their depth with every passing second. They hold their wrist shakily, red leaking through their fingers, stumbling slightly. The prince’s guard moves in for another strike.
He gets too close; the assassin’s ready for him this time. They dart out of reach and breeze their dagger across the guard’s side.
The guard shoves them. It’s almost an instinct. The assassin staggers, making another haphazard swipe to the guard’s chest that he doesn’t even seem to notice. He traps them against the windowsill, his frame blocking their escape, and with one final push they tumble straight out the window.
The silence that follows is more unnerving than the prince expected. The guard leans over the sill slightly to glance at his handiwork, almost unbothered, before finally turning his gaze back inside and to the prince. “You okay?” he asks plainly.
The prince isn’t entirely sure if he’s meant to feel grateful or terrified. The guard steps towards him, a frown creasing his brow, and the prince flinches unintentionally. 
His guard rummages in his pocket before offering him a handkerchief. “You’re bleeding,” he adds after a moment.
He hadn’t even noticed. Now he’s pointed it out, the prince can feel the faint line trailing down his throat. But, Jesus Christ, now he’s said it—
“I don’t think it’s me that needs it,” the prince says faintly.
Blood splatters across the front of the guard’s shirt, leaving unsightly red stains across the fabric like a stark reminder of who he is, of what he can do.
The prince hasn’t really seen blood at all, let alone so much of it. He feels a little weak looking at it but he just can’t seem to avert his gaze. It’s fascinating, in a horrific sort of way.
His guard follows his gaze to the new patterning on his clothes. “Ah,” he says shortly, “I didn’t even notice.”
He stumbles into the plush armchair near the bed, his sword tumbling to the floor. The prince watches with fear that he can’t quite place—the person the prince has always trusted the least—this supposed spy—has put his life on the line, and for what? What does he prove by almost dying?
He moves without thinking, clambering to free himself of covers much too hot and thick. He grabs the blanket from the end of the bed with shaky hands and mindlessly pushes it into the gash on the guard’s side.
The thanks he gets is a sharp hiss and a cringe from his touch. “I— I want to help,” the prince says a little more desperately than is royal.
“Your Majesty, please,” the guard says gently, “I’m okay.”
“It’s a lot of blood.”
“I’m not dead.”
“Not yet,” the prince snaps, and the guard barks a laugh.
He obediently stays put, though, forcing out a long breath as the prince tries valiantly to stem some of the blood leaking all over his lovely velvet chair. His hands tremble, his head light at the feeling of that sickly warmth on his skin, his mind already wandering. 
He was so sure his guard was in on this. If he had been, surely, he wouldn’t have intervened. The prince has spent the last god knows how many months watching him back, waiting for a hint that he’s right, that this man is part of some gang out for his blood.
His waiting was in vain, clearly. The guard’s always been silent—looking back, maybe that was a respect thing—content to just watch from the shadows, unseen until needed—a common trait amongst the crown’s warriors—and Jesus Christ he was just completely normal and the prince misread everything.
“I’m sorry,” the prince blurts before he can stop it. The guard turns his gaze from the window and back to his prince.
“Not your fault people think you’re an easy target.”
The prince doesn’t think too hard about that comment. “You saved my life.”
A half-smile graces the guard’s face for a moment. “As is my duty, Your Majesty.”
Calling it duty is slightly underselling the weight of what he’s done. “No, you saved my life.” The prince keeps his eyes focused on the blanket slowly turning red in his hands, as much as he doesn’t want to, to avoid the way the guard’s gaze is burning into him. “I think a thank you is in order, at least.”
“Oh, uh, a’ight.” The guard clears his throat dramatically. “Thank you.”
“What? No.” The prince laughs, a genuine full-second’s laugh, before he remembers to rein it in. “No, I want to thank you. After I’ve been so… weird to you, you still put yourself at risk for me. I think it’s worth you knowing that I appreciate that.”
The guard flushes for a moment, thankfully turning his interest elsewhere. “Well, your father pays a hefty sum to keep you alive. I’d deal with you actively trying to kill me for the salary I get in this place.”
“And I’m sorry, again” — The guard’s barely finished talking before the words are falling out like they’re desperate to be said — “for being so… so—”
“Suspicious and rude?”
The prince is momentarily incensed enough that his eyes snap up to the guard’s, but he simply grins back. His eyes crinkle slightly, his face brightened. “Your staring wasn’t subtle,” he adds with a short laugh. “At first I thought it might be admiration, but after a while I realised it was only ever me you were looking at.”
It’s the prince’s turn to flush now—mostly out of embarrassment. “Yes, well, I inherited paranoia from my father as well as his crown.”
The guard’s smile turns soft, and the prince decides he’s best to avoid it once again. “You’ve no need to worry,” he says gently. “I’ll always be here to protect you.”
The prince makes some horrendously unchecked noise before clambering to his feet. “Okay,” he says quickly, “hold this against your side and your chest. I’m going to find a doctor that’s awake.”
“That’s usually my job.”
“You’re not usually the one bleeding all over my silk cushions.”
The guard nods like he’s admitting defeat. “Give my apologies to the maids for all the washing they’re about to do.”
“I will,” the prince says with complete earnest, then he’s out the door.
He reappears with the doctor a few minutes later, the latter of which is wearing a rather telling scowl for four in the morning. The guard lets the doctor prod and poke without complaint whilst the prince flutters about nervously.
He’s so focused on the work the doctor’s doing, making sure he’s careful—as if the palace doctor wouldn’t be—that he completely misses his guard’s gaze. Soft, knowing, relieved that the prince is finally watching him with hope instead of mistrust.
It’s a refreshing change to his usual expression. Maybe one day the guard can change it from hope to unwavering faith.
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thingslefttojb · 11 months
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Festival Prep:
- drink ample amounts of coffee
- pack sunscreen in your clear bag
- bring a book so you can read in a coffeeshop until it’s time to go in
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