Santo Domingo.- El intérprete de música urbana El Mayor Clásico se desvinculó este lunes de los señalamientos realizados por su colega El Alfa, quien reveló que el atentado contra su Bugatti fue porque se negó a grabar con él.
«¡Falso! No creo que sea eso, creo que te están escondiendo la verdad y me están usando para distraer al público cuando ustedes saben que no tengo poder para hacerte eso,…
Starting point: D major scale
They built a wall of ignorance
It got knocked down by internets
And now we need to fix our mess
It mostly reads as idiocy
They built the world so brutally
They never learned some empathy
Track art is the following historical public domain piece:“Charles Maurice de Talleyrand Périgord […]” (1808) by baron…
guess who has uni entry exams tomorrow and spends the evening watching run bts while not knowing like half of the questions
#my brain grew out of the ability to panic #now it's like eh so what? #and this uni is actually not the one which i planned to enter so one more reason to stay calm #the one i'm planning to enter has exams in a day :D #stacey's rants
Dudes not watching the dsmp and getting lore from the (magnificent) livebloggers will mess me up a ton.
LIKE yeah the old structure may not change but places like Las Nevadas, the Beets farm and the summer home are where the few people that log on usually are so THESE places change almost daily!
And obviously I'm sad i can't understand the emotional punch that was the interactions between Wilbur and ranboo but i am much more nostalgic about the little things that... Makes the world feel alive!
#Not a dig but on wilb and ranb but you know the server feels ALIVE when it is used and not as background for big lore #Damn I'm sick in a situation that every fucking July-agoust pressent it self again and without my major comfort #Aaaaaaaaah I'm gonna scream #If happyduomeetupiswhileimstuckhereandicantwatchit i will legit scream :D #Rupigeirl #FUCK I FORGOT DUDES IS NEUTRAL che poi dudes when the fuck i ever used dudes #Idk my mind is stupid rn
DATE & TIME: June 23, 2021; 9:30AM
LOCATION: their apartment, midtown manhattan
WITH: @uncaged-bunny & @prince-abel-d-amour-blog
EVEN THOUGH HE balances three takeaway cups of coffee in one hand and a bag of their favorite pastries on the other, the task of opening the door to their apartment remains a simple one. the key slides in its place easily enough; an effortless twisting movement of his wrist; and just like that, the door opens. it barely registers in gavriil’s mind as he grabs the key again, shoving it to his pocket before he steps inside the apartment and pulls the door close once more. he has gone on countless coffee runs, so, by now, he’s learned the script by heart. he could do it with his eyes closed — a testament to how automated this little routine of his has become.
today, however, the familiarity of this habit is what enables him to execute it successfully despite the startling phone call he received in the middle of it. he had just received their coffees when illarion had rung him. nothing extraordinary, for he did speak with his younger brother on the phone regularly. no, it was the information relayed during it that shook even a cold-blooded man such as himself. she’s dead, illarion had repeated frantically. she’s been murdered, brother. it had taken a decent amount of soothing words and firm questions before illarion had explained everything. marina, found brutally murdered in her own apartment. no culprit identified, though as illarion had mentioned, konstantin was already convinced of the killer’s identity.
in gavriil’s mind, it makes little difference whether the russian boss’ accusations are true or false. what concerns him more are the potentially devastating consequences of this act of violence that he and his loved ones will face.
before he can further analyze the situation, his eyes land on a sight and thus force his mind to consider something far more delightful: bunny and abel. “you’re both awake.” he observes, brows rising in a show of mild surprise. “pity,” the russian continues as he heads toward the dining table. “i’d hoped you’d both be asleep still so i could tempt you awake with coffee and kisses.” the corners of his lips curve upwards in amusement as he places their breakfast items on the table. unfortunately, the moment of joy is short-lived; the call returning to the forefront of his mind.
because of this, his smile dies and the expression on his features transforms into something somber. a brief inhale and exhale; and only then does he turn around to face his lovers. when he speaks, his voice is all seriousness and no humor. “have you heard the news already?”
#i: bunny. #i: abel. #l: the apartment. #d: june 23 2021. #( i am gonna cry i have missed this bastard. )