REMEMBER THIS AU???

So I found this CD on the street today on my way to work, right? So I decided I’d bring it home and listen to it.

And it was the best decision I’ve ever made in my life.

I can't breathe right now 😂😂

if you’re abled, please watch this

Transcript:

A tiktok reply to a comment that says, “an ambulatory wheelchair user? 😂😂😂”

The girl says, “I wasn’t gonna reply to this comment at first, but I decided I should make a video on it, because recently, I’ve gotten so many ableist comments about being an ambulatory wheelchair user, and I really wanted to address it. There are quite literally hundreds of reasons why someone could use a wheelchair. And actually, the majority of wheelchair users are not paralyzed. Over 60 % of wheelchair users are not paralyzed. They use it for some other disability. So just because you see someone who uses a wheelchair get up and walk for a few steps does not mean that they don’t need their wheelchair.

I use a wheelchair for like, ten different reasons. First of all, I have a condition called hypermobility spectrum disorder, which is very similar to Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, for people who know about that, which basically means that all the connective tissue in my body is extremely stretchy and loose. This means that all of my joints are extremely hyper-mobile and they dislocate very easily. My hips sublux, or partially dislocate, almost every single time I try to take a step. It’s extremely painful, and it literally causes damage to my hip joints. My connective tissue disorder also caused me to develop a condition called POTS, or postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. This makes me pass out basically any time I stand up for more than, like, 20 seconds. So it’s not really safe, because I’ve gotten concussions from it before from passing out and hitting my head.

POTS and hyper-mobility spectrum disorder also come with extreme fatigue, and I don’t mean being tired, I mean fatigue. My muscles physically get exhausted much easier than other people’s. And, to top it off, I have a neurological condition called functional neurological disorder. Basically, it makes my legs go numb, it causes me to have extreme muscle weakness in my calves and thighs, and some days I can’t really move them that well.

Disabled people and ambulatory wheelchair users do not owe you an explanation, and you need to understand that. I am sharing this because I feel comfortable with it and because I want to, I want to educate this person. But you have to understand that not every person is like that, and quite frankly, it’s none of your business. Thank you.”

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Joy Fielding: See Jane run

One of my first good books I read was this one. I borrowed this book from my mom, becouse Joy is her favourite author.

Joy Fielding was born 18.3. 1945 in Toronto. She writes novels and also work as actress. She is married and has two daughters.

If you like little drama with hint of krimi, this kind of story is for you. One young lady realizes that she is in unknown part of city and she don´t know how she get there. But that´s not all. She don´t now anythyng. How old she is, where she lives, members of her family if she even has it. Just one thing. Her name. Her name is Jane. After few hours of confusion she is brought to police station where is some strange man waiting for her. He called himself as her husband. She has a doughter with him. But why? Why she forgets? 

After some time passes some faded shattered memories wants to come back. But those stupid pills make it so hard to remember. She decidet to stop taking them. More and more things are coming back to her. Then, she realizes...

I won´t spoil you whole story here. If you want to know, go to the library or book store and get this book. I also read more of her books and I must say, that everytime I got incredibly excitet about it. I would say, that her story lines are perfectly calculated and in the end surprise always wait.

Simply perfection ❤👌✨

The Path of Destiny - The Blue Moon Ch 8.

Sorry, guys. This took more time than I expected. I also had to learn whole periodic table for today´s test, so I had no time to translate or post anything. Hope you don´t mind and you´ll accept this as my apology.

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She saw a village. It was in the middle of the forest. She spotted a group of elves how they confused run here and there, trying to hide. Some of them scream. It was a horrifying scene. Then there appeared strange shadows. Without a shape, but it had white fangs and yellow hostile eyes. They looked scary. Probably because of them the others fled. One of those shadows caught one elf and cut his throat. Elf immediately fell to the ground. There was blood everywhere. In one corner of the ruined room she saw an elf woman in a blue dress, cowering in fear and trying to soothe a crying baby. It has also blue dress. It was her daughter. Suddenly there appeared bright white silhouette. Despite all the glow she didn´t know who it is. Bright light flooded near area. The dark shadows hissed menacingly and disappeared. Sep light subsided. The figure turned slowly. Eventually she stopped. Eunis saw her face. Still slightly radiate white light. Her bright green eyes showed goodness and love, suddenly turned yellow and showed hatred and evil. The figure smirked mischievously, bared her huge fangs and lunged at Eunis.

Then a sharp pain cut through her mind. She opened her eyes and sat up, fast breathing. She must lay down again. Her head was spinning like crazy.

´What the hell was that?´ When she calmed down, she tried to find some sense in it. The pain subsided and Eunis sat up slowly. She looked around. At first she didn´t know where she is, but then she remembered. She was Arian´s at home. This is probably his room. Carefully she examined the room. On the left wall there stood a chest of drawers and a tall cabinet. On the right was a table with chair. He had furnished a small bookcase. On the table was a candlestick with almost burned candle. On the corner was a pile of books. Various papers, some described some other empty, were strewn across the table. In the middle the tangle of papers stood an inkwell. Beside him lay a white quill pen. Cut tip was black from ink. Eunis was overcome by curiosity. She got up and walked to the table. She looked at the books. There were five of them. Each is related to something else. Encyclopedia of forest and cave creatures, descriptions of the various tribes and warlords, astronomical manual, a magic book and ...... chronicle of their village. He probably got it in the library. Then she began to look through the papers. It looked as if he was searching for something. But he didn´t find it. She can´t orientate in his notes so went back to the Chronicle.

It was a big book with hard covers bonded in dark leather. On the front was written in gold ink Chronicle Larrawels forest. Eagerly she opened the book, flipping through lengthy articles. Then he came across one, which was already 600 years old. It was over two pages. Mysterious attacks and looting of the village. These words glowed in red ink. Other articles were written in classic black, but this one was whole written in red ink. It has to be about something very important. She decided to read it. There was described a situation of the village and the damage. It was incredibly coincided with yesterday. She found the testimony of witnesses of the horrific event. There were only a few. It was all the descriptions of the perpetrators. Eunis shivered. Black shadows with yellow glowing eyes, an impenetrable armor and with incredible power. Her heart was pounding faster. The same raiders as the previous evening and as in her dream. The attack was repeated. They were searching for something once before and they are looking for it now. What if it could really be her fault? Suddenly she heard muffled voices. She returned the book to the place and sat on the bed. A weak creaking of stairs to the second floor was added to the voices. They were approaching. It was Arian with the other elf. She almost forgot about him. A moment later she recognized what they say.

„Speak quietly.“ whispered Arian. „Maybe she is still asleep.”

„She has no right to be here.” said the other elf. Not bothering to lower his voice, plus there were anger in it.

„Why are you so rude to her? You don´t even know her.” Arian defended her.

„She doesn´t belong here.”

„How can you be so sure?”

„She is threat to us, and you know it.” Arian sighed, but said nothing. There was a soft knock and Arian stepped inside. His face was again with the nice smile, like when they first met. He took a chair from the table and sat next to the bed.

„So, how did you sleep?” he asked.

„I slept well, thank you. And I'm so sorry.”

„It was nothing.” he waved his hand. „He should have you apologize.” he pointed to the door. There stood the other elf.

He leaned his shoulder against the door frame. From beneath cropped blond hair, that fell across his forehead, appeared narrow and piercing, moss-green eyes, spitefully looking at her. Over his right eye, there was stretched thin, but quite a long scar. It ranged from the eyebrow to the middle of the face. Oval face with distinct cheekbones and sharp chin was frowning at her. His lips were pursed into a straight line. Hands crossed on his chest confirmed his unwillingness. Strap on his neck hung a large tooth. Certainly it belonged to a big animal. He was wearing a white linen shirt with wide sleeves and leather vest. Fingerless gloves had belted nearly halfway down the forearm. Loose pants were tucked in boots. On his back he has a quiver full of arrows and attached bow. A dagger on his belt.

„Come on, Luten. Apologize.” he said. Luten sighed and turned his gaze to the right corner.

„I'm sorry. I shouldn´t be so rude.” he said. It sounded forced, almost arrogantly. Arian was probably satisfied.

„You don´t know each other yet.” Arian spoke to break the silence. First, he pointed to Eunis.

„This is Eunis. My friend.“ he added firmly. „And this is Luten. My friend and roommate. We've known each other since childhood.”

„Nice to meet you, Luten.” Eunis said. Elf gave a snort, turned and walked down the stairs. Two eagle feathers were attached in his hair. Eunis stared at him.

„Excuse him, Eunis.” Arian asked. „He didn´t had it easy lately.” Eunis nodded. Arian looked at her gratefully.

„How long is he this... grumpy?” she asked carefully. Arian started to recalculate something on fingers.

„About eight… Yeah, eight or nine years.” Her eyes widened.

„Isn´t it a bit long time to use the term ´lately´, don´t you think?”

Arian hesitated, what to say, but Eunis didn´t let him answer.

„How can you stand him? I'd already moved out. Is he like this all the time?” Before he could say anything, he heard the muffled sound of the bell. It was not the doorbell. It was headman´s bell. Now he is summoning the meeting.

„We better go.” Arian said finally. When they came to the headman´s house, there was already rest of the village. The headman had his traditional robe as at the previous meeting. But he took a long wooden stick, which was decorated with various carvings. The stick emphasized the seriousness of the situation. He tapped with it at the ground to negotiate the quiet. Everyone fell silent.

„Dastan, did someone missing appeared?” he asked hopefully.

„Sorry, headman. Thirty elves are still missing.” said Dastan. Hope in the headmsn's face disappeared. Leaving only a sad and worried face.

„Alright. How are the repairs?”

„In a few days the village will be completely repaired.” The headman nodded.

„Are elves, who were injured already alright?”

„There are some serious injuries, but no one is in danger of life. Most have returned home.” The chief was greatly relieved. 

But Eunis got nervous. Again she heard the words Luten said her yesterday. What if all this is happening really just because of her? But what do they want from her? She has nothing. She didn´t even know them. The question is rather from where they know her. And how do they know that she lives here? Her thoughts were broke by bustle around. There was talk of further progress in the defense of the village. Some suggested increasing the guards, others improve weapons. There was a proposal for the construction of walls. All variants have proven to be unrealistic. And to the celebration remained few days. During these, attackers will be able to come back anytime. Eunis had been clear. She turned and ran to her home. In the closet she found an old bag. She took a blanket and some food she found in the kitchen. She was about to leave when Arian blocked the way. She jumped back.

„Oh, you startled me. Don´t do this to me.” she scolded him.

„Where are you going?” he asked, looking at the bag.

„Just for a trip.” she brushed him off. Arian raised his eyebrows.

„Ok, you got me. I´m going away. Leaving the village.” she said.

„And why are you leaving?” he asked.

„I just don´t want to threaten anybody.” she explained. Arian already understood what was going on.

„You are still thinking about what Luten said yesterday? He didn´t mean it. Don´t take it so hard.” he told her.

„But he did. And he was right.”

„How do you know?”

„ You didn´t see his eyes.”

„What?”

„The eyes reveal more than one would think. I know it. And these were not the eyes of someone who's not serious.” she said. Arian looked at her confused.

„Now please back off.” she ordered. Arian conversely stood so she had no chance to pass.

„And where do you like to go?” he asked when he knew he lost. Eunis shrugged.

„Definitely it will be far away.” she added hastily. Arian thought for a moment.

„Then I suggest you go north, to Azzaret. Or south along Sarezs´ ravine. That leads to Kanterlot.” Eunis gave him a puzzled look.

„Oh.” he said slowly.

„You know what? Meet me after moment by the Mykénai statue. Deal? Don´t run away.” he said. Before she could answer, he was gone.

„Why not?” she said, actually for herself.

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Public transport

This one was one of my first shool-work stories. But honestly, I don´t know if it will be as good as in my language. Also the “rule” doesn´t have to be valid in other countries. This story was made just to make fun of some people´s behavior, so please don´t take it personaly. Have fun :D

In the evening I am a witness of instinctual behavior. Unfortunately, in every means of transport our instinct is simple slogan: “Just me, just me!!”. Everyone has seen this.

We all know the unwritten rule, first exit and then enter. Vain attempt. Life is a struggle, and even such a trivial thing as exit from the means of transport, is sometimes an impossible task. If we add the panic in the eyes of entering passengers and maliciousness of the driver who lights up the warning light to signal the approach of closing door, it turns out we have really hilarious scene! Well, only in the case when you are currently not in the area around the doors and do not belong to one of the two groups of entering or exiting.

Amused, I watched this scene from the seat, which I fairly seized. The exiting crowd instinctively ducked behind spatially significant persons to had more easy way to exit. The problem occurs at the moment when you and other exiting person choose the same spatially significant person. We are where we were. Crushes to the freedom. The entering people also certainly have not helped. Those, who waited in the station, rushed to the sides of the door, and those, who need to free up space at the door, must exit with the intention to enter back.

Door area is getting rapidly thinner, so the first wave exiting by three suddenly became noodle exiting by one. It certainly does not add the speed, not to mention the often grumpy driver who demonstratively plays the record: “Accelerate the access and exit!”. I think the person, that the voice from a record belongs to, had a lot of fun while recording. The intonation is excellent.

So the result? The exiting crowd indiscriminately struggling to get out, and to make matters worse, nervous entering passengers are pushing in. Physicists should be pleased by this experiment, the resistance of opposite sides is perfect. Weaker pieces drop out, that one with a small balance fall or better yet, gave up attempt to exit completly. The entering passengers look around the other door, which is not at such crush. Metro closes, strong pieces survived, though some fought for their life with the closing door and we go to the next station. I'm going to slowly prepare onto the battlefield, because the next warrior to exit is me ...

The Path of Destiny - The Blue Moon Ch 9.

Really sorry for late update... again. But our cottage got flood and we have to drive almost through the whole coutnry to get there because most of roads were under repairs. We were trying to save what´s left and somehow fix it. It took us almost half of a week. And we wrrived yesterday about 2 a.m. and I also must learn for some exams... So sorry it took longer than I thought, but here you go! Enjoy :-D

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When she got to the statue, Arian wasn´t there yet. It was late morning. The sky still has pinkish hue. In this weather the statue has strange color. It was carved out of gray stone, but now it looked like she had normal skin. Almost alive. Just talk. Eunis looked Mykénai into her eyes. While were from the cold stone, Eunis saw sadness and fear, with some urgency.

´I guess I was dreaming.´ She assured herself. I'm tired and it is too much for me. But Mykénai disproved her conviction. Her eyes moved. They looked at the horizon. Eunis winced. She looked in the same direction as Mykénai. There grew a thick forest, behind which was a long strip of mountains. Behind one a mountain she saw protrudes a tower. It could belong to some castle or chateau. It was certainly far. Far to the west. Eunis again turned to Mykénai. Her sight was as before. Empty. She stared blindly ahead.

„I'm glad you waited here for me.” Arian emerged from the woods. „I'm sorry I took so long. I had to put Karmisha to sleep.” he explained. „That little creature didn´t want to stay home. And Luten wasn´t too excited about it too.”

„Why did you want to meet me here?” she asked. Arian laid his canvas bag he was carrying in his hand on the ground. For a moment he was rummaging in it and then he pulled out a folded piece of paper. He triumphantly showed it to Eunis and then decomposed it on a rock that lay off to the side. It was a map. It was full of colors and names that describe different places. Arian pointed to a small sketch of the castle. Beneath it was written Azzaret.

„This is the kingdom of Azzaret. I've got some friends, who would allow you to stay with them. Moreover there rules queen Selestia. I've heard that she's a good and generous. You would get work from her.” Then he turned his gaze on the bottom side of the map. „This is Sarezs ravine.” He ran his finger along a winding brown line. „But don´t be fooled. On the map it looks very small, in fact it is huge. Passing takes up to three days.” he pointed out. „It´ll leads you thee into Kanterlot Empire. There rules emperor Cronos. They say he is also very kind.” he explained. Eunis studied the symbol of Kanterlot. It was also castle just a little bit bigger than the Azzaret. He also had many more towers. Then her eyes slid to the west side of the map. Strange. Behind a strip of mountains she found a stain. As if the painter accidentally spilled paint there. Dark, satin black color. Beyond that, nothing. Map ended there.

„What's in here?” she asked curiously. Lightly shock flashed Arian's face, but quickly disappeared. It was replaced by nervousness.

„There's nothing there.” he said quickly.

„Why is there that stain? There's like the end of the world, or what?” she refused to be denied.

„I do not know. I found it in the library. Maybe it is an older map. Certainly there is nothing there. Probably just another mountains.” he said gruffly.

„So let's explore.” she said.

„That would be just a waste of time. There's nothing there.” Arian raised his voice to confirm his assertion.

„How do you know?”

„Do you see the map, don´t you? There is nothing. We could get lost.”

„You said it's an old map.” Arian was already angry.

„Does it matter how old it is? There's nothing there and DOT! We won´t talk about it.” Eunis was confused. But she didn´t let him intimidated her.

„You know something about that, right? What do you know about that?”

„Hey, I'm here with that to help you find your way and new place. I can just walk away if you want.” he snapped.

Eunis stopped. Why is he angry? Why didn´t he just says, what is there? It is possible that he really don´t knows? But that wouldn´t explain his behavior. Does she have to tell him what had happened before he arrived? Mykénai looked pretty urgent and desperate. Probably she will look like a fool.

„Mykénai wants us to go there.” she said slowly, watching Arian´s reaction. He looked at her uncomprehendingly. He didn´t believe her.

„I know you don´t believe me. You probably think I'm crazy.” she continued before he could say anything.

„But Mykénai wants us to go there. Before you came here, she looked to those mountains.” she pointed towards the tower.

„You see that tower? That is our goal.”

„Are you sure? I don´t mean to say that you invent it.” he added hastily, when he caught her gaze. „It's just that you do may seem. You've probably upset about what happened to the village. Or ...”

„Arian, please.” she interrupted him. She stared into his confused emerald eyes.

„You must trust me. I don´t know why we should go there. Maybe it has something to do with the attack.” she said urgently. „I don´t know how or why, but I feel that we should listen. She is our goddess. She protects us. You didn´t see her eyes. She was afraid. If you don´t want to go with me, than don´t. Just please, tell me, what is there and how to get there.” Arian did not know what to do. He looked Eunis into eyes. There were seen urgent plea for help. She begged him to not let her in it alone. She hoped for help. He saw in them also panic. Fear of rejection. Fear of what is waiting at that place. Yet he found some kind of determination. Eunis made up her mind. Now it was up to him to decide. He looked up at the horizon of the western mountains. He found high black tower stand out among the mountains. It looked to mysteriously ominous. Even from this distance it seemed to be impressive. His gaze then slid to a map in his hands. He stared at the black stain in the upper left corner.

„It's Forbidden territory.” he said quietly. Eunis stepped closer to him and looked at the western part of the map.

„According to legend, there lives a very bad elf. They say destroys everything and everyone who approach him. That tower could include his chateau or castle. But nobody knows for sure. Couple elves decided to investigate, but never returned.“ Eunis looked at him aghast.

„That's why you not want to me to say anything.” He nodded.

„ It doesn´t change anything on my decision.” she said in a tone that he rejected any resistance. Arian lost. Again. He had to smile about it. Twice a day he lost against inexperienced elf, while he diligently studied and practiced, so that someday he could get on post of headman. How ironic.

„Arian?” Arian cleared his throat and looked again seriously.

„To these Forbidden mountains leads many paths, only a few of them are right. A large majority of them leads through the forest. However, they are unused. A lot of them naturally overgrown with grass and bushes. You easily get lose. It is good to find someone who knows it there. A guide. Unfortunately, none of us here are familiar with those paths and I can´t think of anyone else. We'll have to ask someone local.” he paused. „Won't you reconsider it? Are you sure you want to go?” he asked worriedly. Eunis for a moment still hesitated.

„As I have already said. It doesn´t change anything on my decision.” she said.

„Okay.” he said resignedly. „We're going to find a guide.” When they returned, the village was in full flow. Many elves were still eagerly working on repairs. Just a few more days and there will be no trace about the attack. They decided that they first visit Sankore. As a blacksmith he should know the nearby mountains, due to imports of material for the job. Moreover Eunis wanted to take look at his condition. His left hand still needed to be fixed, but otherwise he was fine. No serious injuries. Soon, even the splints won´t be necessary. That day he was very lucky. They found him near the northern border. He instructed a group of elves how build the future protective walls. Now he was arguing with one elf over the construction plans.

„What the hell you were you thinking? You can´t just say that you build the wall, then pick a nice spot and finally begin to pile up stones. What on earth were you thinking? In this way this wall will fall even because of a breeze. Remember that the most important thing are the foundations. Without them they won´t stand. Where did you learn that you don´t know even this? No. Don´t say anything. And most importantly, after you lay the stones, don´t forget add some binder, ok? Now, get out. And make it right this time” shaking his head in disbelief after him. But when he saw, that Arian with Eunis were approaching him, kindly he smiled and waved.

„Hey, Sankore.” Eunis greeted him. „How are you doing?”

„Oh, well. And when do you plan to take this off my hand?” he asked. „It obstructs me at work.”

„You know that you shouldn´t work at all. At this rate, I´ll never take them off. But if you behave, you should be just fine before the celebration.” she said.

„So it'll be a complete saint.” he grinned. But suddenly spun around and marched to the elf, with whom he spoke a moment ago.

„For the King´s sake, what are you doing again?! You're probably kidding me? These are the foundations? And how is the wall suppose fit? It should be a protective wall, so it must endure something. And to endure anything it should be wide and strong. Yeah, so you think that should be enough? It has barely a meter! I could demolish if I leaned against it, let alone if the invaders began attacking it. A minimum of two and a half meters it will be wide and a meter deep, understand? And woe to you if you mess up something again!” grumbled Sankore. Reprimanded elf shuffled shamefully to other coworkers.

„Bloody likely.” he complained. „Getting nowadays somebody who knows something is almost impossible.”

„That's why we came to you." Eunis said.

„What? You need to fix something?”

„No. We need more like advice.” Arian said. The answer surprised Sankore.

„Advice? From me? What you want to know?”

„Well, as a blacksmith,” said Arian, „at least in our opinion, you should be familiar with the broader surroundings of the village. Especially the mountainous area due to rocks and metal. It is that so?” Sankore nodded. Confused eyes darting from one to the other.

„Thou shalt confess in the mountains around the Forbidden territory?”

Sankore startled by his question backed off. But he tripped over shovel, and with a muffled thud hit the ground. Incredulous he looked at them. Has he heard correctly? No, no. Certainly he misheard. They couldn´t ask him about something like that.

„Thou shalt confess in the mountains around the Forbidden territory?” Arian repeated. He hasn´t misheard. What do they want to know? Why did they come after him? Does he have to tell them what he knows, or send them away?

„Why ... Why do you ask?” he said finally.

„We want to check something.” Arian replied simply.

„I don´t understand ...”

„Thou shalt confess there or not?”

„Well, we can say yes.”

„Could you take us somewhere?” Sankore stood up and firmly shaking his head.

„No no. I can´t. Sorry, but I don´t want to have anything with this.”

„Sankore, please. You're the only one who can help us.” Eunis begged.

„I'm really sorry, but no.”

„And do you know someone else who would be willing to show us the way?” Arian asked.

„With that someone barely helps. Although ...” he thought for a moment.

„Someone could have possibly been found. Oh dear King, I'll get in trouble if someone finds out about it. Well. Listen carefully. I will not repeat it. Deeper in the woods, north of our village, lives one a freak. His name is Zodocar. If you persuade him, he´ll take you wherever you need. But be careful, he is quite explosive. He easily gets angry. Then you definitely don´t want to know him. Tell him that I send you. In this region he is known by everyone. Just ask someone about him and they will show you where he is.”

Eunis threw her arms around his neck. „Thank you, Sankore.“ Arian nodded gratefully. Sankore sighed and returned to work.

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I think he broke a record for the amount of NSFW jokes in this one. 😂

I was curious what kind of masterpice it will be, and I wasn’t dissapointed...

It belongs in a museum,I think