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munchymunchkin · 11 months
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best24news · 2 years
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NH 48 Accident: पुल से गिरी Haryana Roadways Bus, दो की मौत, 40 घायल, मचा कोहराम
NH 48 Accident: पुल से गिरी Haryana Roadways Bus, दो की मौत, 40 घायल, मचा कोहराम
राजस्थान : दिल्ली-जयपुर हाईवे 48 पर बहरोड के निकट हरियाणा रोडवेज रेवाडी डिपो की बस पुलिया से नीचे जा गिरी। इस हादसे में 2 सवारियो मौत हो गई, जबकि 40 यात्री घायल हो गए। इनमें 14 यात्री को भर्ती करवाया गया है। बाकी 24 यात्रियों का प्राथमिक उपचार कर छुट्‌टी दे दी गई है।   सूचना के बाद बहरोड़ डीएसपी आनन्द राव, थानाधिकारी वीरेन्द्र पाल सिंह, कोटपूतली के पनियाला थानाधिकारी हितेश शर्मा मौके पर पहुंचे।…
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viejospellejos · 1 year
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Increíble salvada de este peatón durante un accidente múltiple en carretera 😳
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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I disguised my bike as a train to trick the cars into giving me space so I could ride my bike on the highway, it worked and I accidentally ran over my classmate I haven’t talked to in years.
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floridagirlboy · 22 days
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i think marine corps got his license suspended a few years ago by gov himself for horrible reckless driving. im talking like
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like that. has rammed his shitty ford fiesta directly into gov's house at least twice and only one of them was an accident. and now navy has to fucking drive him everywhere. you can't ever Just talk to marine because navy is usually right around the corner because he had to fucking drive him there. and navy always has to give his opinions on anything you're talking about. worst duo ever
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feyhunter78 · 1 year
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The Trials of Tributes pt. 3
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Description: Aemond returns to his chambers, and your lack of Valyrian knowledge gets you unintentionally in a bind.
Previous chapter here!!!
You sit in a chair close to the fireplace, the sound of crackling filling the quiet air of King Aemond’s bedroom. Sir Criston left almost as soon as he saw you safely into the room, leaving you to turn the events of the day over in your mind. The king had accepted you, so your sisters would be safe, they would be able to marry who they wished, and you… Well, you weren’t sure what would happen to you.
King Aemond had said he wouldn’t force himself upon another, but you had no way of knowing if that was true. Prince Aegon was known for his depravity, and the former King Viserys clearly made the Dowager Queen Alicent lay with him even in his illness. You shivered as the image of a gaunt and rotting corpse hovering above you flashed through your mind. Surely it was a trait that passed from father to son. You bit your lip and bid yourself to be strong.
The sound of the door swinging open made you jump up and turn towards the door.
King Aemond strode in, his armor removed, leaving him in tight leather trousers, and a white tunic. He took notice of the small spread of food on the table, and reached out, plucking a grape from the plate, and eyeing it suspiciously.
You curtsied. “My king, I didn’t know if you were hungry, so I asked the maids to bring something light.”
His gaze fell onto you, and there was something heated in his gaze, it made your stomach flip, and your heart tumble over itself. “I see.” He popped the grape in his mouth, then made his way to the bathroom, shedding his tunic and folding it over his arm.
Your eyes averted instantly, cheeks warming, but you snuck a glance, curiosity winning over as he further folded it, and bent down to place it in a basket.
His muscular back was littered with scars—war wounds, you assumed, and you bit your lip as you watched the muscles flex. His hair brushed across the pale skin, and your eyes fell to the floor when he looked over his shoulder at you.
“I can take your clothes, My King, Sir Criston made me aware of the laundry.” You offered, feeling awkward as you just stood there staring at his bare back.
“Why would you need to know where the laundry is?” King Aemond turned, and you struggled to keep your eyes from dropping to his toned abdomen.
Your cheeks were on fire, you could count on one hand the number of times you’d been around a bare-chested man. “So, I could do your laundry?”
Aemond’s eye closed and he shook his head. “You are not a slave nor are you a servant, how many times must I impress this upon you?” He stepped closer, taking your chin in his hand. “You are a tribute, and tributes do not debase themselves with manual labor, especially not mine.”
“What would you have me do then, My King? Surely my mere presence isn’t enough to satisfy what my father owes the Crown.”
As you looked at him, you recalled your foolish words from earlier, the king was not merely striking, even now, as you fought to keep your breathing even, fear traveling across your skin, you found him handsome.
A part of you that you believed long buried away brought forward the sinful dreams that occasionally plagued your mind. Visions of a warrior, relentless and breathtaking, stealing you away to his castle and ravishing you. His voice low, as he whispered his undying devotion to you.
“I would have you do as I ask for the next few moments, then you may ask me that question again.” He said, as he brushed by you moving towards the door, pulling a cloak over his shoulders.
A nervous looking septon entered, followed by Sir Criston who held a small case.
You didn’t know Valyrian, something you would definitely need to change, but there was nothing you could do now.
You stood across from Aemond, your hands in his, trying not to flinch as he cut your lip, then your hand. You repeated his words, butchering the musical language and when he kissed you, the taste of blood tainted what you believed would be such a magical moment.
Your first kiss, one with the most feared man in the realm, his blood painted on your face.
His hands cradled your face and his lips moved against yours with such skill, all you could do was grip his tunic and attempt to stay standing. A soft whimper slipped past your lips when Aemond nipped your bottom lip, and he pulled back with a satisfied smirk.
“Sir Criston, Septon Martis, you both may leave.” Aemond said, his eye still focused on you.
Your head was spinning, and you met his gaze, his hands dropping from your face to your hips.
“You may ask me again, issa ābrazȳrys.” He purred, his thumbs caressing the thin fabric covering your sides.
“What would you have me do, My King?” You asked once more, that feeling in your stomach returning as he let out a low hum.
“I would have you call me by my name, and I would wish for issa ābrazȳrys to keep me company as I bathe.” He bent down, brushing his nose against your cheek, the Valyrian words rolling off his tongue and sending a shiver down your spine.
“As you bathe?” You repeated in disbelief. You couldn’t take much more of this, your entire face felt as if it was going to burst into flames.
“Unless you wish to join me in the bath?” He asked, a light humor in his tone.
You shook your head quickly, attempting to take a step back from him.
His grip on your hips tightened. “Do you find me so unappealing that you wish to flee?”
You shook your head again. “No, My—Aemond, I am just—I am a maiden as you know, and this is all…a bit much…”
Aemond straightened and nodded stiffly. “Of course, my apologies. Rest, unpack your belongings, and I will bathe, then call the servants to run a bath for you.”
He left you standing there and disappeared into the bathroom.
Next Chapter here!!!
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pricklylegs - Strong wind gust causes Semi Truck to flip on side
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protokirby · 3 months
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In the process of converting Grusha to The Sims 4.
I'm often accident prone if I don't separate the individual parts of the outfit. I thought the scarf would be safe to leave over the jacket but evidently not. So I'm going to have to separate the scarf from the jacket.
Here's a funny picture I got when I was testing it out in game.
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filmap · 1 year
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Final Destination 2 David R. Ellis. 2003
Entrance Ramp Willis Rd, Campbell River, BC, Canada See in map
See in imdb
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dykebluejay · 7 months
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i think all highways should die
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spider-man-2o99 · 1 year
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peter: okay, miles, so, now that you're spider-man, it's important for you to recognize that there are some lines that we as superheroes have no right to cross. yes, we take the law into our own hands by acting as vigilantes, but we should never place ourselves as the sole judge, jury, and execut--
miguel, behind him:
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best24news · 2 years
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Rewari crime : NH 48 पर मिले शव की हुई पहचान
Rewari crime : NH 48 पर मिले शव की हुई पहचान
रेवाड़ी: दिल्ली-जयपुर हाईवे नंबर-48 पर गांव संगवाड़ी पुल के निकट मिले शव की शनिवार को शिनाख्त हो गई। मृतक युवक जिला झज्जर के गांव कहाड़ी निवासी लोकेश था। पुलिस ने शनिवार को परिजनो को सौंप दिया। बताया जा रहा है कि बाइक गिरने से युवक की मौत हुई है। उसके साथ दो युवक आरे थे, लेकिन वे हादसा होने के बाद फरार होग गए। Haryana News: किट खरीदने के लिए खिलाडी को भेंट किया एक लाख का चैक कसौला थाना पुलिस को…
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blueish-bird · 1 month
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less rumination more "i am responsible for my choices they are responsible for theirs," "i cannot change the past," and "thog dont care"
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kishln · 2 months
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hey why is there a helicopter hovering over my apartment
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soldier-poet-king · 1 year
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Once again I am asking drivers on the 401 to Not Be Like That
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