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  • sljivko
    13.06.2021 - 24 minutes ago

    i appreciate fanfictiom writers who, when working with characters who aren't canonically native english speakers, go the extra mile and include the character's native language and all, but i wish they would go the extra extra mile and include it correctly

    #this has been brought to you by reading fics in which sokovian is straight up substituted with serbian #i understand it and i cannot go over the fact that they're so grammatically wrong that it breaks the suspension of disbelief #you could make the argument that sokovian is based on serbian and other similar languages and as such a patchwork can afford the mistakes #and to that i say fuck off
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  • krylov-space
    13.06.2021 - 33 minutes ago

    British racing green

    (Triumph NN02 Speed Triple race model, color modified in Ride 4)

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  • meezcarrie
    13.06.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Book Review: On Skein of Death by Allie Pleiter

    #BookReview One of my fave authors - @alliepleiter - writing in one of my fave genres - #cozymystery - set in a yarn shop with all the pretty colors? Yes please! ON SKEIN OF DEATH is a fun start to a new series. @BerkleyMystery

    ON SKEIN OF DEATH SERIES: A Riverbank Knitting Mystery #1 GENRE: Cozy Mystery PUBLISHER: Berkley RELEASE DATE: June 1, 2021 PAGES: 302 For Libby Beckett, opening her charming yarn shop, and introducing customers to the joys of knitting and crochet, is the work she was meant to do.  Until the yarn she loves is used for murder…. Libby has come home to Collinstown, Maryland to live her dream and…

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  • thereadingcafe
    13.06.2021 - 3 hours ago
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  • visonews
    13.06.2021 - 5 hours ago

    Cricket: Bangladesh all-rounder Shakib Al Hasan suspended for three matches over umpire outburst

    Cricket: Bangladesh all-rounder Shakib Al Hasan suspended for three matches over umpire outburst

    ​Ace Bangladesh all-rounder Shakib Al Hasan has been handed a three-match suspension for “showing aggressive behavior towards the umpire” during a Dhaka Premier Division T20 Cricket League. Shakib, the top-ranked all-rounder in ICC ODI rankings, kicked the stumps after an LBW decision was turned down by the umpire during a match between Abahani Limited and Mohammedan Sporting Club on…

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    #Cricket News #Shakib Al Hasan #Shakib Al Hasan ban #Shakib Al Hasan suspension #Shakib Al Hasan umpire video #Sports News
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  • camdotcom
    13.06.2021 - 7 hours ago

    the blues are the only good sports team (real)

    #maybe we lost 0-4 in the first round of the playoffs but to be fair #literally ALL of our best players were out on suspension or from injuries for at least the first 2 games
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  • starry-sim
    13.06.2021 - 9 hours ago

    Remember Me.

    Here's a part two, since you guys wanted it :) Part one is here! It would make sense if you read that one first :) Enjoy, my lovelies <3 ✨

    Ash didn't know exactly how long he had been standing outside as he tried to process the question Eiji had just asked him. It felt like a damn eternity. Was Eiji teasing him? Yeah. That seemed reasonable. But a part of him imagined the reunion going in a whole other direction. Full of hugs and tears and laughter.

    Not confusion and awkwardness and pain.

    "Good joke," he laughed nervously "What's next, forgetting that you came to New York? Do you really hate me that much, Eiji?"

    That came out harsher than intended. It was the sleep deprivation talking, mainly.

    "Um.." He looked for any signs of recognition on Eiji's face. His jade eyes scanning over the other boys features, finally stopping at his eyes. His lovely doe eyes that Ash would lose himself in, more often than not.

    The same eyes that had looked at him with so much love all of the time. When Ash knew he didn't deserve it. But, confusion was the only thing he could swimming around in the two pools of chocolate.

    Ash then turned to Ibe in growing alarm, who glanced at the blond boy with the same pitiful look, that Max had given him hours earlier, etched into his features as if he'd shown it many times before.

    The tension had grown significantly as the three of them stood silently.

    Ash decided to glare at Ibe, looking for answers. The latter noticed and cleared his throat; interrupting the song of the crickets in the bushes a few paces away from them. "Ash, why don't you sleep in Ei-chan's room. Is okay you with you, Ei-chan?"

    They both looked at Eiji for confirmation- who nodded in reply, smiling and beckoning them both inside. He explained that he'd get the other bed ready and be right back down, bounding up the stairs and down the hallway as they heard a door click shut.

    Ash whirled on the other man, arms crossed. "Care to explain? Why the fuck doesn't he remember me?"

    In response, Ibe only let out a sigh. He looked extremely tired. Ash only then noticed the dark bags under the man's eyes, aging him up significantly (despite only being in his late 20's).

    "Look, I'll explain everything in the morning-"

    "It is the morning."

    Ibe shot him a somewhat desperate look. It was amusing to tease him, sometimes "Later today. You can meet everyone tomorrow too. Eiji's mother and also little sister-"

    Eiji appeared on the stairs again, inviting Ash upstairs, oddly excited. Ash bid Ibe farewell and trekked upstairs and into Eiji's bedroom, who followed behind eagerly.

    This was a sight he never thought he'd see.

    The room seemed fairly normal and generic: a single bed on the far side of the room, (a newly placed futon beside it), a desk with books piled on top untidily, posters and pictures adorning most of the walls.

    It felt strange. The only rooms he was used to were the rich, fancy huge bedrooms with silk covering the double beds. The draft still reaching him no matter how far into the covers he would retreat. Never left alone, no matter the day or occasion-

    "I used to be a pole-vaulter." Eiji's voice came timidly from behind (sounding slightly unsure of his own statement), shaking Ash from his stupor as the smaller boy retrieved a picture from his desk, handing it over to the blond.

    Ash's breath hitched. It was the picture. The one that sparked Ibe's fame in the photography world; the picture Eiji promised to show him.

    The picture that he never thought he would get to see.

    It was beautfiul. He had never been into photography but this photo... It was astounding. It had been caught mid-jump. The pole just a few millimetres away from Eiji's hand, as the boy had manoeuvred himself in a way that guaranteed him a high place on the scoreboard. Ash even picked up on the faint smile that graced Eiji's lips, knowing that he had made it over.

    All frozen in time.

    "Were you good?" Ash asked, as he slowly approached the desk to place the photo back. He didn't want to disturb anything else with his already intruding presence.

    Eiji bashfully fiddled with the hem of his shirt, avoiding Ash's gaze that was not even focused on him "According to Ibe-san, I was 'the best there ever was'. But weirdly, I don't remember doing it. So maybe I was... Maybe I wasn't..."

    "I bet you were..." He placed the picture gently down, roughly from where Eiji had retrieved it from, noticing a piece of paper. Scribbled onto it was basic details:

    Okumura Eiji

    19 years old

    My birthday is May 2nd 3rd

    I think I was a pole-vaulter. Im a photographer now?

    I have a sister??? She's a brat. But she's also very nice. Ak

    Who is the man with purp

    Shorter?

    Ash's mind berated him. That could be any person with purple hair, idiot. Averting his eyes, he went over to the futon laid out neatly for him and lay down. Eiji hurried over to settle onto the bed above and peaked his head over the end, resting his head in his hand, seemingly not wanting the conversation to end yet.

    "I've never seen you before... What brought you to Japan?" Eiji asked curiously, tucking his hair behind his ear with his other hand.

    Oh but you have seen me before (Ash was desperate to say) through both my highs and lows... Instead, he thought of a plausible excuse.

    "Oh... I'm uh- I'm a photography student back in America. Yeah! I was deeply inspired by Ibe's works and decided that I wanted to learn his ways." He applauded himself for that excuse, throwing his arm behind his head.

    Eiji grinned "I'm currently learning his ways too! I guess we're both classmates now."

    "But you're so old compared to me." Ash teased.

    "I'm... 19." (it pained Ash to witness how long it took for Eiji to remember trivial things such as his own age).

    "One year older than me, grandad." He smirked "You should sleep soon, you can't miss taking your morning strolls. That's hazardous to your health!"

    Eiji rolled his eyes at that statement. "Well, you can bond with my little sister in the meantime. You two are on the same level of immaturity." Ash laughed.

    Still as good with his retaliations as always. At least that hadn't been taken away.

    Eiji held out his hand "Eiji Okumura. Nice to meet you, fellow classmate. And you are?"

    Ash lifted one of his hands to meet Eiji's in a handshake. "Aslan Callenreese. Though, you can just call me Ash. Pleasured to make your acquaintance, Eiji."

    Ash could look at the positives here. This Eiji had no idea of what his past was like. As far as he knew, Ash was a curious photographer from America seeking guidance from Ibe. Eiji had no knowledge of the blood on his hands. He didn't have to know...

    For the first time, in a while, he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

    Only to be woken by Eiji shaking his shoulders enthusiastically, informing him that breakfast was ready. Ash grumbled in his reply; of course Eiji didn't remember that he was not a morning person.

    He rose after a few minutes of negotiations with Eiji, having being promised some coffee to help him wake up. He was going to need it.

    After all, Ibe had promised to tell him about the incident.

    #MORE SUSPENSE#Hehehee #Tbh i might make this like more chapters #I hope you guys enjoy! Really #Eijis sister next time :) #FINALLY#Eiji okumura#Ash lynx#Shunichi ibe#Banana fish#Starry writes
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  • literallycreativelylit
    13.06.2021 - 9 hours ago

    Reflections, part 2

    Apologize for the delay. This story is a difficult one to discuss because the dreams are still a mystery to me to this day. I am normally a pretty decent interpreter of dreams, what with all the symbolism… But there was so little symbolism and so much realism in these dreams that I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I’m still not. With that being said, I apologize if it’s shorter than you were…

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  • newsbuzzfinder
    13.06.2021 - 10 hours ago

    Twitter Suspension in Nigeria: US Condemns Move, Calls for Reversal

    Twitter Suspension in Nigeria: US Condemns Move, Calls for Reversal

    The United States on Thursday condemned the Nigerian government for suspending Twitter and targeting individuals who use the social media site, including Nigerian broadcasters, and called for the African nation to reverse its decision. “Unduly restricting the ability of Nigerians to report, gather, and disseminate opinions and information has no place in a democracy. Freedom of expression and…

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    #twitter nigeria ban suspension us condemn move decision reverse joe biden muhammadu buhari twitter
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  • loyalhearts
    13.06.2021 - 11 hours ago

    {{ Remember when what happened to Mary, who Meg was, and Sam having psychic powers were THE biggest twists of SPN?

    I miss the old days }}

    #ooc #og SPN just has this unmistakable vibe to it #the high contrast low saturation suspenseful mini-movie vibe #like each episode whether it was Monster of the Week or the Demon/Mary arc #or the apocalypse arc when it hits #each episode was told like its own story. it was an art form #idk the show was at its best in s1-6 #(I include 6 because of how it deals with the main 3 and the fallout of the apocalypse well) #the only things after that that counts is m.egstiel stuff
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  • aniruddham
    13.06.2021 - 13 hours ago

    Books - Review of The Last Thing He Told Me - Laura Dave - 2021 - Mind-blowing Thriller

    Books – Review of The Last Thing He Told Me – Laura Dave – 2021 – Mind-blowing Thriller

    The Last Thing He Told Me Book Cover Book Review – The Last Thing He Told Me by Laura Dave – Edge Of The Seat Thriller My Rating – 4 out of 5 Plot Summary – The Last Thing He Told Me When I picked up this novel, I wasn’t sure what I was getting into. Would the book live up to the hype? Would the thriller thrill in ample measure. I’m happy to note that it does fulfill all expectations of it in…

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  • arthur-rex
    12.06.2021 - 14 hours ago
    #v. the knights of albion #sorceress-queen #*suspension of disbelief always required* #//Matt Bellamy's stage presence is king
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  • freebargainbooks
    12.06.2021 - 15 hours ago
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  • softpadawan
    12.06.2021 - 15 hours ago
    #fic update#hjbwrites #fic: all i need #kanezra#kanan jarrus#ezra bridger#kanan/ezra #star wars rebels #rebelsedit#hjbendergifs#mustafar#master/padawan #the dark side #suspense#terror#action #strap in friends. this is the climax #almost 8000 words of it #i hope you enjoy #i removed the moodboard chapter for continuity #so the old chapter numbers are off #this fic will be 12 chapters all said and done
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  • starkitty14
    12.06.2021 - 17 hours ago

    https://twoupproductions.com/shipworm/podcast-1

    This is one of the best horror podcasts I've ever heard. It's two hours long, and stand-alone. Suspense-filled. Incredibly written and acted.

    Shipworm.

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  • architectureforsuicides
    12.06.2021 - 17 hours ago

    Air Doll (Hirokazu Koreeda, 2009) Rainbow Bridge Tokyo (Japan) Bridge over the Tokyo Bay Type: suspension bridge.

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  • ukusvdovy
    12.06.2021 - 17 hours ago
    wait!   whom shall i say is calling? do not bother!   i shall introduce myself!

    TALES OF SUSPENSE   ( 1959 ),   #52 - #53.

    #*   universe.     /     earth 616. #*   series.     /     tales of suspense 1959. #*   character.     /     natalia romanova. #*   character.     /     tony stark. #*   relationship.     /     natalia  &  tony.
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  • wilde--at--heart
    12.06.2021 - 18 hours ago

    End of March - Alex Learns a Couple of Truths

    ALEX

    No lights are on when I open the door to my condo. I should’ve swung by here yesterday. Except that a major project for Hoodoo Mobile kept failing to render. I had to spend all day calming the client (and nagging Bridget about finding decent tech support, since that falls under her ever-expanding domain). I stumble over a stack of flat boxes. I’m about to blow a gasket. Chris isn’t close to moving out. I’ve been beyond patient with her. I’m tempted to start packing her stuff myself.

    My rage defuses at the sight of her. She’s asleep on the cream leather sofa, hugging a ratty beige teddy bear like a sweet, neglected child (she was). Moonlight streams in from the side window. The pale silver light illuminates her face. I stand still, watching her. God, she’s beautiful. With her long lashes and turned-up nose, she resembles an old-fashioned doll. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I had to.

    My eyes fall to a sheet of paper on the coffee table. I pick it up, curious. My heart lurches in my chest. A grayish blob floating in a sea of black, a tiny dark smudge on one side. I can hardly believe it.

    Our child.

    Christine really is pregnant. She wasn’t lying.

    I am going to be a dad.

    I perch next to her, gently shake her shoulder. “Hey, Chris.”

    Her eyes flutter open. Her mouth splits into a grin of perfect little teeth.

    “Alex!” Her face is radiant. She looks ecstatic to see me. No one else looks at me the way she does. Not even Marissa. Her eyes gleam bright. Her smile has no artifice. There is nothing controlled about her. She’s wild and free, which I absolutely loved about her, but hated, too. She could never rein herself in. Right now, I don’t care. I cut my own reins loose.

    I throw my arms around her. She smells like strawberries and her Satsuma shampoo. I missed her smell. I feel as if I’ve come home again after a decade-long absence. “I hope you’re okay. I’ve been such a jerk to you and I’m sorry. It didn’t even hit me until now.”

    She doesn’t say a word. Just clings to me like a barnacle on rock. I wonder what’s going through her mind, search my own for what I should say. The strap of her silk nightdress slides off her shoulder. My eyes fall to her engorged breasts. I hate how I convinced myself she was lying (because it was easier).

    Our lips meet and we begin kissing. God, how I miss her sometimes, the old her, when we first got together. I’m kissing that person now. I run my hand along her shoulder and down her arm. Her skin is as soft and silky as her negligee. I reach up underneath and slip it off over her head. I run my hand along her bare tummy. I plant a kiss.

    Inside, a brand new life is forming.

    Made from my life, and hers.

    A miracle.

    *     *     *     *     *

    CHRISTINE – 5:30 am

    Alex snoozes on the couch while I lie on my back in bed wide awake. Fooling around felt like old times, but I know him. He’ll wake up hung over with guilt, and convince himself it was no big deal because we stopped short of going all the way. We didn’t fuck. A midnight text from his new girlfriend interrupted us. When it comes to relationship boundaries he has the precision of a lawyer. I roll onto my side and hear the pipes in the bathroom shudder, then the shower hissing. He is so predictable. Up and at ‘em way earlier than he needs to be. As soon as he’s finished, I go to confront him in the bathroom.

    “I’m almost done.” He keeps his towel around his waist while he steps into his boxer briefs. I can feel his guilt from where I’m standing. “They scheduled this stupid power breakfast at the Ramada and I just got the call for it. Harvey’s going to be there so I have to go.”

    The steamy air stifles me. I flip on the exhaust fan and block the door. “I know you don’t want to be with me. All I ask is for you to have a relationship with him or her once they’re born.”

    He hangs his head, resumes getting dressed. He can’t even look at me. “Of course I will! What do you take me for? I don’t understand why you always assume that––”

    “I’ll be honest,” I say, praying that whoever this new chick is, she kicks him to the curb. If she doesn’t, she has zero pride. Knowing him, he hasn’t told her yet. “I wish we were still together. I know what it’s like to grow up without a father around and––”

    “I’m sorry, Chris.” He holds his arms around me. His skin is sticky. The smell of his aftershave stings my nostrils. “We’ll talk about this later tonight. Let me know how your doctor appointment goes.”

    He is so fucking cold sometimes. Goddammit! “You cheated on her last night!” I shove him square in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards, his arms flailing. Why else would he have stopped kissing me the second his phone beeped? He’s trying to have his cake and eat it too and he damned well knows it. I saw his phone. Her page-long text about all the things she was wanting to do in bed with him.

    “We were never serious.” He purses his lips, bundles his clothes in his arms, and barges past me.

    “Does she know that?” When he doesn’t answer, I snatch his arm, digging my nails in. He tears out of my grip, glances at the blood oozing out of a scratch on his bicep, and puts on his shirt and jacket. “Better watch your balls because you’re juggling a few too many, hm?”

    “Quit taking everything the wrong way! I need to think about how we should go about telling my parents and it’s not so easy to break the news to a—”

    I let out an exasperated shriek, storm back into the bedroom, fling myself down on the mattress and curl up. I’m about to explode. He always does this!

    “I’ll talk to you later!” Alex calls through the door. Then I hear the one to the hallway slam shut. Rage boils in me; I’m freaking out. If Alex were any kind of man, he’d be here for me. He’s a fucking pathetic coward, a lying, cheating shit, and probably stringing how many new chicks along right now.

    I stomp into the living room, desperate to blow off steam. I grab a side of the nearest bookshelf and slam it to the floor. God, that feels good. High on endorphins, I pitch Alex’s favorite vase against the wall, feeling an amazing rush as I watch it shatter into a million glittering pieces that catch the rays of the morning sun. The gift from his bitch of a mother couldn’t have met a more deserving fate. I wish it was her skull. Would serve her right for calling me trash right to my face.

    Next, his precious stereo. I pick up the amp and raise it high over my head like a WWE wrestler about to smash a chair over the head of his opponent.

    “What are you doing?” Alex gawks at me from the hallway.

    Shit. “I thought you left.”

    “I forgot my ...” His eyes land on the splinters of crystal spilled across the floorboards. He shakes his head and I’m on the verge of collapsing in tears. He’ll never understand why I get like this. I have this monster inside of me. No matter how much I try to keep it chained, it always breaks loose.

    “Hormones,” I whimper, but he’s too furious to care. While I stand frozen like a marble statue, he takes the amp out of my hands and tucks it under his arm.

    “I can’t deal with you like this––get help. Mental help. This is why we aren’t together anymore! Thanks for reminding me!” He leaves again, slamming the door behind him. I’m so numb I feel my whole sense of self slipping away, disappearing into thin air. I don’t need help, I just need him to be more understanding, to stop being so goddamned cold. Just once.

    Fuck it. I call his direct line at work. If I word it the right way, he’ll have to hear what I say before he realizes it’s me and hangs up. At the beep I say, “You tell her, or I will. Bye.”

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  • little-water-lily
    12.06.2021 - 19 hours ago

    gena having a monologue i this. hell yes

    #literally QUEEN of acting #lys watches kraft suspense theatre
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  • little-water-lily
    12.06.2021 - 19 hours ago

    BABE WAKE UP A NEW GENA ROWLANDS TV EPISODE DROPPED 

    #kraft suspense theatre we meet again
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