Nov 17, 2025
Having a real “back by unpopular demand, it’s me” moment LOL
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Having a real “back by unpopular demand, it’s me” moment LOL
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UE ar trebui să elimine interdicția privind vânzările de motoare cu ardere internă
Giganții din sectorul auto al Germaniei, precum Volkswagen, BMW și Mercedes-Benz, au pus la îndoială obiectivul UE, în contextul în care se luptă să construiască afaceri competitive cu vehicule electrice împotriva rivalilor chinezi precum BYD. Înaintea unei întâlniri care va avea loc joi cu reprezentanți ai sectorului auto, Merz a declarat pentru postul de televiziune ntv că interdicția UE este…
The boys are back in town.
È così che si sente ardere di passione e di desiderio, poi all’improvviso ci si spegne. Ci si spegne come quando buttiamo l’acqua nel fuoco, sotto ancora è acceso ma non basta per tornare ad ardere come prima. Sono i gesti e le parole mancate a distruggere, il fuoco della passione arde ancora ma non abbastanza.
Tune from the upcoming Ardere EP I played bass on.
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Will be playing session bass for this band on a tour in a few months. If you dig your Burzum/Hate Forest sounding BM give this a listen!
FFwrite2023 #19 Weal
Mature content: assault
this is a companion piece to this story of a friend
He'd smelled blood the moment the door opened. He'd tried harder to backpedal then, all the nerves in his body that had been quietly prickling at the manhandling so far on fire now that he could smell death. The Keeper scrabbled for purchase on the door casing, nails digging in before he was shoved forward into the dark building. Like being offered into the maw of some horrible beast. Fane recoiled when his hands hit a shelf, eyes wide as he tried to get some layout of the space.
It was more than unease that bubbled up in him now. Panicked terror lit his veins. The kind he hadn't felt since he'd run desperate from La Noscea like hell was on his heels. Now it was right here, advancing on him in a tiny shop lit by just the moon's light in the windows.
Fane jerked back, ears pinning. He threw a hiss made savage with fear at the much taller man before making a mad dash toward the window. He was caught by the wrist and wrenched around. No amount of twisting or squirming seemed to loosen the bruising grip on his arm, though Fane tried to wriggle away. Being caught was the end. He couldn't be caught. He knew what happened when you were caught. His free hand raised to push at the man's chest, then, desperate, he slashed out with it, connecting just above the man's eye as he jerked his head away with a growl.
Fane wanted to scream. Always told himself at night he would argue and rage and light asunder anyone who did this to him. But the crystal bracelets he wore only tinkled uselessly as he was slammed into the wall, breath leaving him in a whoosh of air. Pain bloomed from his cheek when he was slapped, head jerking to the side. That hand stayed close then, fingers curling under Fane's chin so he could turn the miqo'te to look at him. It slid up to grab a handful of hair near his scalp, pulling his head back. "Nice kitty.."
The smug drawl of the words could have stopped his heart. The Keeper would never forgive himself later but that was when the tears had fell. He was caught.
Then it seemed all hell broke loose. There was a crash nearby and the hands holding him loosened, but if his attacker had bee about to do more he didn't get the chance. He was yanked backward. Once his grip on Fane was gone the miqo'te dropped to the floor like dead weight. He cowered for a moment, unsure what was happening before a familiar voice broke through his panic. "Fane. Get yourself out of here." Ardere? He whispered the elezen's name, peering up for a moment in confusion. How...? When? But the blond had already turned away, his attention back to Fane's assailant. It took a moment for the Keeper to gather himself- to recognize he wasn't about to die. He looked toward the door and slowly, as Arde dealt with the issue, clawed his way to his feet again. He heard little more than the 'go on' Ardere said next, before he had turned and fled out the door of the shop and into the night.
Sarà audace lo sguardo del seduttore (che si sente) infallibile - o lo spacco vertiginoso della femme fatale.
La sorte aiuta gli audaci perché l'audace è sicuro di sé, e non esiste forza più grande.