Argumentação arrogante em defesa da impunidade termina em lágrimas e ataque de ansiedade.

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞'𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬—𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆?

Menores de idade em redes sociais dá nisso.

A criança de apenas 5 anos também tem título de eleitor.

Present Day Donny placed the red phone back down on the receiver with his orange hand. He had just gotten off the phone with what he thought was the Nobel Prize Committee. His rousing speech would surely

img source I told myself earlier last week I was going to finally start the Yangchen ones, after owning the first Yangchen book for like 3+ years now. But I was browsing AO3 when I was bored and stumbled

Epic finale of a Miss Fortune Fanfic. The rest of the story is right here on PeakD in my blog. Thanks for reading.

Miss Fortune Fanfic

A Miss Fortune, League of Legends Fanfic

Chapters 7-9 of a Miss Fortune fanfic

Interlude: A Caught Fish Baits the Hook Time no longer had meaning. Will had no way to know how many days had passed since his soul had been snatched from the broken body floating face down in the polluted,

Miss Fortune fanfic featuring Thresh and original characters

This is the last part of the AI generated Talentless Nana story. There are a few continuity errors (and I made some incorrect assumptions as well - a boy was killed in the school gym, not a cave) but in

The dying embers of the fire in the cave cast long, flickering shadows, mirroring the uncertain, shifting thoughts of the fugitives huddled around its meager warmth. Arthur Ainsworth had laid bare his

The fire in the cave, which had earlier seemed a small beacon of warmth and fragile hope, now seemed to cast long, dancing, almost accusatory shadows on the faces of the assembled survivors as Arthur

The crackling fire cast flickering, uncertain light upon the stunned, contemplative faces of the survivors huddled in the damp chill of the cave. Arthur Ainsworth’s revelations – the impossible truth of

The crackling fire in the damp cave cast long, dancing shadows on the weary faces of the assembled escapees. Nana Hiiragi, her expression a mixture of fierce determination and a newfound, fragile openness,

This is a drawing of a feudal warrior, she is one of my favorites of my original characters.

There was something oddly satisfying about the sound of Fred’s computer booting up in the morning. The soft whir of the fan and the rhythmic clunk of the hard drive starting up felt like a digital yawn,

En estos días he estado revisando algunos trabajos de amigos en varias redes. En algunos casos es cosa de revisar las traducciones, en otras es colaborar en la limpieza de las imágenes para su posterior