sorry for bad english

Where were you when doge die?

 

Jesus fuck...

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Before you retort, I'm going to bed so allow me to pre-post my future reply.

What in Davy Jones’ locker did ye just bark at me, ye scurvy bilgerat? I’ll have ye know I be the meanest cutthroat on the seven seas, and I’ve led numerous raids on fishing villages, and raped over 300 wenches. I be trained in hit-and-run pillaging and be the deadliest with a pistol of all the captains on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but another source o’ swag. I’ll have yer guts for garters and keel haul ye like never been done before, hear me true. You think ye can hide behind your newfangled computing device? Think twice on that, scallywag. As we parley I be contacting my secret network o’ pirates across the sea and yer port is being tracked right now so ye better prepare for the typhoon, weevil. The kind o’ monsoon that’ll wipe ye off the map. You’re sharkbait, fool. I can sail anywhere, in any waters, and can kill ye in o’er seven hundred ways, and that be just with me hook and fist. Not only do I be top o’ the line with a cutlass, but I have an entire pirate fleet at my beck and call and I’ll damned sure use it all to wipe yer arse off o’ the world, ye dog. If only ye had had the foresight to know what devilish wrath your jibe was about to incur, ye might have belayed the comment. But ye couldn’t, ye didn’t, and now ye’ll pay the ultimate toll, you buffoon. I’ll shit fury all over ye and ye’ll drown in the depths o’ it. You’re fish food now.

Again, I ask... What the desu did you just fucking desu about me, you little desu? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my desu in the Navy Desus, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret desus on Al-Desu, and I have over 300 confirmed desus. I am trained in desu warfare and I’m the top desu in the entire US armed desu. You are nothing to me but just another desu. I will desu you the fuck out with desu the likes of which has never been seen before on this desu, mark my fucking desu. You think you can get away with saying that desu to me over the desu? Think again, desu. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of desu across the USA and your desu is being traced right now so you better prepare for the spam, maggot. The spam that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your desu. You’re fucking desu, kid. I can be desu, desu, and I can desu you in over desu ways, and that’s just with my bare desu. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed desu, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Desu and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable desu off the face of the desu, you little desu. If only you could have known what unholy desu your little “desu” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking desu. But you desu, you desu, and now you’re desu, you goddamn desu. I will shit desu all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking desu, kiddo.

"I want a smoke. Go get me some, Drake."

"Jeez, Aaron. Okay, okay. Can't you just draw some―"

"No. I can't. Magic has its limits. You know that. I can't just make things from out of thin air."

"What are the limits, anyway? What can you do?"

"Well, it'll take a while to explain. I can't fly, but I can teleport. Obviously you know about the portal already. Casting spells on people is also very difficult and full of rules. I did it once on your parents and boyfriend, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"I can make them forget things, but only a memory that I know about, and only once. I can have them lie, but just once and if they thought about doing it. Might not work, you know?

I can make people happy or angry or sad, but those are the only emotions I can manipulate and it's temporary. Can wear off in 20 minutes, or a day, even a week. The thing is, I don't even know how long it lasts myself. I tried a spell to charm or repel others once, but it only affects me. For example, I can make someone want to approach or ignore me, but I can't make someone do it to someone else. I have to be directly involved.

You also know I can't simply conjure or draw solid objects out of nothing. I have to gather all the correct ingredients that make it. There can't be anything missing, no matter how tiny.

Anyway, that's all I know so far. God, look how much time I wasted talking. I want a smoke!"

"Okay, I got it! I'll go buy some. Don't leave, okay?"

"Like I'd want to. Thanks. Love you, little bro! And there he goes. I want to smoke..."

Drake's brother-in-law was the almighty 'Magical Lord' Arracan Duhali, the only man in the world who was born with the powers of magic. Drake didn't know anything about his life or what it meant to be a magical lord and artist, but he knew that Aaron―Arracan's public alias―was a kind and caring man.

He was always helping Drake. Drake's mom was against homosexuality, almost violently so. Whenever he went to sneak out to see his boyfriend who lived directly across the world from him, Aaron met him at their rendezvous point and created a time dimensional opening to transport Drake to his boyfriend's location. Sometimes, as his body was in the process of teleporting, he caught Aaron's lips moving to form silent words. He always stared at them to see what he was trying to say.

Every time, Drake thought it was, "I love you." It was always the same thing, though the first few times he thought he'd seen wrong.

They always said a casual "love ya" right before Drake stepped into the portal Aaron conjured, as they were very close to each other. They were more brothers than Aaron was Drake's sister's husband. It made him think once that maybe Aaron had just married Trish to become Drake's actual brother, but he wasn't happy about that idea, so he never asked him about it.

Dalton stood at the gate where horses and riders entered and exited the show ring, his eyes focused on the black and white Dutch Warmblood stallion cantering around the perimeter to a standing ovation from the crowd. It would be the last time the beloved Sweet Revolution and his owner and rider, Kelvin Crofton, would enter a show ring together, and this was only to allow the stallion's legions of fans a chance to say good-bye. After this day, the stallion would retire from the life of a grand champion eventer.

As he gazed at the horse, Dalton remembered the first time he'd seen Sweet Revolution, eight years prior. He was only fifteen at the time, still living in his hometown of Ashford in Kent, England, and watching a show jumping competition on television, dreaming of someday competing at the same level with the world-renowned Grand Prix riders. He felt hypnotized by the horses' sleek coats, their fluid movements, their power as they flew without wings over the jumps. Bays, grays, blacks, and chestnuts came one after the other, and then the announcer called out a new horse with his unknown, twenty-year-old rider.

The moment Sweet Revolution stepped into the ring, the crowd had fallen silent, as if struck speechless by the stallion's beauty, with his tobiano coat of glistening black and winter white, his mane and tail a blend of both colors. When he cleared his first jump that day, it was the beginning of his legend. It turned out "Revie" was aptly named, as a revolution is exactly what he caused in the eventing world. He brought attention to it like no other horse before him and became adored by people around the world, but for more than simply his flashy pinto coloring. Graceful and fearless, no jump could intimidate him. Show jumping, dressage, cross-country -- there was nothing the stallion didn't excel in.

Dalton, too, became a devoted fan of Sweet Revolution, but for more than the stallion's amazing ability. Also on that day, as the camera zoomed in on a smiling Kelvin Crofton praising the horse for the clear round they'd just jumped, he felt something deep inside him respond.

Dalton strove to learn everything he could about the American rider and discovered the Crofton family owned a large ranch in Texas. They were famous on the Quarter Horse circuit for the fine cutting and reining horses they bred. Despite Kelvin having diverged from his Western roots to English riding, part of it continued to hold onto him. He had gained the nickname "Cowboy" among those on the eventing circuit for the beige cowboy hat that never left his head except when he entered the show ring. Before going in, when the hat was still in place, Kelvin presented a rather mismatched image in his formal show attire of white riding breeches, white shirt with white stock tie, black jacket, and tall, black English riding boots.

Dalton thought Kelvin's ways were incredibly charming, even though they'd never actually met. He'd ridden all his life, but breaking into the same level of world-class competition as Kelvin was no easy thing. First, it took money, a lot of it, something his family didn't have. Second, he needed an extremely talented horse, which also took a lot of money, or at the very least, high connections with people who owned quality mounts, another thing he didn't have. When he tried to make those connections, no one was willing to put an unproven rider on their priceless horses, for which he couldn't blame them. Horses of such caliber were of far greater value than his own meager life.

But those days were behind him now that he owned Midnight Dalliance.

At least, he hoped those days were behind him. A tendril of doubt snaked through his heart as the image of his black Hanoverian stallion came to his mind. It'd taken every bit of the inheritance money from his grandmother to purchase the horse, so much so that he couldn't afford to get the stallion back to England, forcing them both to remain in the States, which he didn't view as a bad thing. Upstate New York had been a beautiful place to live, and he had a feeling that, from what little he'd seen of it so far, Kentucky would be lovely to call home for a while. What troubled him was that he'd thought the stallion was destined to be a champion. After four months of working together, now he wasn't so sure.

Dalton exhaled a hard breath to expel the negative feelings inside him. It wasn't the time to worry about that. This was the first, and probably last, time he would ever see Sweet Revolution in person.

Kelvin brought the stallion to the center of the jumping ring. He unbuckled his riding helmet and removed it, extending it to the side as he bowed in the saddle to raucous applause and blinding cameras. He'd done nothing more than canter the stallion around the ring, but he could've just won gold in the Olympics again for all the celebration. He placed his helmet back on his head, not bothering to buckle it, and with a subtle touch to the stallion's left side, he turned Sweet Revolution away from the crowd toward the gate leading out of the ring.

Dalton stepped back to join the gathering of riders and trainers waiting for Kelvin and Sweet Revolution. He hastily combed his fingers through his short, dark blond hair. As the pair exited, Dalton flashed a bright smile up at Kelvin, but Kelvin's gaze remained focused downward. He seemed oblivious to the cheers and calls around him. Dalton turned in place as they passed by, watching Sweet Revolution slowly walk away, wondering why there were tears in Kelvin's soft brown eyes.

whoever wrote all this shit has issues.

And that is why Sythe and Concentration camps have a lot in common.

 

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Needs more desu.

 

I read everything in this thread.

goodbye

 

I read nothing in this fucking thread, my english is perfect

 

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