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☜♥☞☜♥☞☜♥☞☜♥☞☜♥☞☜♥☞☜♥☞☜♥☞☜♥☞☜♥☞
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⡀⠭⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠄⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣿⣷⣶⣶⡆⠄⠄⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠄⠄⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⣼⣿⣿⠿⠶⠙⣿⡟⠡⣴⣿⣽⣿⣧⠄⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣟⣭⣾⣿⣷⣶⣶⣴⣶⣿⣿⢄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣩⣿⣿⣿⡏⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣹⡋⠘⠷⣦⣀⣠⡶⠁⠈⠁⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣍⠃⣴⣶⡔⠒⠄⣠⢀⠄⠄⠄⡨⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡘⠿⣷⣿⠿⠟⠃⠄⠄⣠⡇⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠋⢁⣷⣠⠄⠄⠄⠄⣀⣠⣾⡟⠄⠄⠄⠄⠉⠙⠻
⡿⠟⠋⠁⠄⠄⠄⢸⣿⣿⡯⢓⣴⣾⣿⣿⡟⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣿⡟⣷⠄⠹⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
Celestia landed in the courtyard of Everfree Castle. It was almost dusk, the sun hanging low in the sky, and Celestia knew that many of the palace staff would be on their way home.
⠄⠄⠄⣀⣀⡀⠤⢤⢤⡦⢣⢞⡏⢻⡇⡻⡇⣿⢊⢸⡄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⢿⣿⣿⠟⠄⠣⡴⣼⢸⢃⡻⡃⣫⠠⢹⢸⢸⡇⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠈⠻⣿⣷⣤⡀⠁⣿⠸⠰⠆⡡⣧⣛⡘⣸⢸⡇⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⢸⣮⠻⣿⣿⣶⣍⠳⠜⢿⣟⣉⡿⢃⢻⠘⡄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⢸⡇⠄⠄⠙⢧⢻⣷⣖⢤⣶⣷⣮⣌⡸⠸⡇⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⢸⡇⠄⠄⠄⢨⣼⣿⣿⢷⣿⣭⣭⣶⡿⢿⡆⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⢀⣿⡇⠄⠄⢠⣿⡿⡛⣿⡎⢫⣾⣿⣿⣷⡌⠃⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⡸⢹⡇⠄⠄⠘⢿⣷⣶⣿⢇⣿⣿⣐⣸⣿⡇⡆⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⡇⠸⡇⠄⠄⢀⣷⣶⣶⣶⣿⣮⣛⣛⢛⣛⡅⡇⠄⠄
Sadly yes. From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay
A place where souls may mend your ailing mind.
You will lose everything, once branded. The symbol of the curse, an augur of darkness. Your past, your future, your very light.
None will have meaning, and you won't even care. By then, you will be something other than human. A thing that feeds on souls, a hollow.
Long ago, in a walled off land far to the north. A great king built a great kingdom. I believe they called it Drangleic. Perhaps you're familiar. No, how could you be... But one day, you will stand before its decrepit gate, without really knowing why.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, your wings will burn in anguish. Time, after time.
For that is your fate. The fate of the cursed."
⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣤⣒⣶⣾⣳⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢛⣯⣭⣭⣭⣽⣻⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⡇⣶⡽⣿⠟⣡⣶⣾⣯⣭⣽⣟⡻⣿⣷⡽⣿
⣿⣿⣿⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⢇⠃⣟⣷⠃⢸⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽
⣿⣿⣿⣇⢻⣿⣿⣯⣕⠧⢿⢿⣇⢯⣝⣒⣛⣯⣭⣛⣛⣣⣿⣿⣿⡇
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠻⠿⣿⣿⣷⠈⢞⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣗⠄⢿⣿⣿⡆⡈⣽⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢻
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣻⣽⣿⣆⠹⣿⡇⠁⣿⡼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣾
⣿⠿⣛⣽⣾⣿⣿⠿⠋⠄⢻⣷⣾⣿⣧⠟⣡⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿
⢼⡟⢿⣿⡿⠋⠁⣀⡀⠄⠘⠊⣨⣽⠁⠰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡍⠗⣿
⡼⣿⠄⠄⠄⠄⣼⣿⡗⢠⣶⣿⣿⡇⠄⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⢠⣿
⣷⣝⠄⠄⢀⠄⢻⡟⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠄⠄⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢹⣿
⢸⣇⠻⣿⣿⣿⣧⣀⢀⣠⡌⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⠄
⢸⣿⣷⣤⣤⣤⣬⣙⣛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⡍⠄⠄⢀⣤⣄⠉⠋⣰
⣖⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢇⣿⣿⡷⠶⠶⢿⣿⣿⠇⢀⣤
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣥⣴⣿⡗
⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠄
⣦⣌⣛⣻⣿⣿⣧⠙⠛⠛⡭⠅⠒⠦⠭⣭⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠄
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠹⠈⢋⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣵⣾⠃⠄
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄⣴⣿⣶⣄⠄⣴⣶⠄⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠄⠄
⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⢻⣿⣿⣿⠄⣿⣿⡀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣛⠛⠁⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠈⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠞⢿⣿⣿⡄⢿⣿⡇⣸⣿⣿⠿⠛⠁⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
Conforme noticiou o Terra, de acordo com levantamento do Painel Nacional de Televisão, da Kantar Ibope Media, ‘Pantanal’ trouxe de volta à Globo 33% mais homens adultos. Muitos deles juram não gostar de novela (“é coisa de mulher”).
A história das onças e sucuris também atraiu 32% mais jovens de até 34 anos. Esses dois perfis são fundamentais para a emissora se manter no topo do ranking. Importantes ainda para o futuro da TV aberta, cada vez mais ameaçada por sedutoras plataformas de streaming.
Ainda segundo o PTN, 7 de cada 10 brasileiros assistiram à novela em algum momento desde a estreia, ou seja, 151 milhões de pessoas.
⠄⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⢀⠼⣛⣛⣭⢭⣟⣛⣛⣛⠿⠿⢆⡠⢿⣿⣿⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠸⣿⣿⢣⢶⣟⣿⣖⣿⣷⣻⣮⡿⣽⣿⣻⣖⣶⣤⣭⡉⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⢹⠣⣛⣣⣭⣭⣭⣁⡛⠻⢽⣿⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣽⡧⡄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣌⡛⢿⣽⢘⣿⣷⣿⡻⠏⣛⣀⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠙⡅⣿⠚⣡⣴⣿⣿⣿⡆⠄
⠄⠄⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠄⣱⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄
⠄⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿APROVADO⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄
⠄⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠣⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄
⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠑⣿⣮⣝⣛⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄
⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⠄⠄⠄⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
No jogo da discórdia, Jove chamou o próprio pai, mas acabou pedindo desculpas.
Jove: "Você me desculpe, por esse contratempo."
Zé Leôncio: "Eu não lhe desculparia se você tivesse morrido. Eu não conseguiria viver com essa aflição."
Para selar a paz entre os panthers, a conversa acabou com um abraço acalorado.
Igual um dia desse no banho dos campeões mano, aí porra a gente na maior brotheragem memo coisa de brother de macho caralho, um batendo punheta forte pro outro, né, sem carinho, na pegada..... aí punhetão punhetão, aí o maluco não tentou beijar o outro? na boca? eu mandei foi um pauzão, no peito dele POW sai sai sai sai fora sai fora, quer chupar chupa, agora esse negócio de beijar não, chupa o pau do cara aí na moral sem viadagem. Eae mano foi mó onda no banho dos campeões, mó cagada.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⡀⠀⠘⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⢳⡂⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⠀⠀⢈⣾⣮⣀⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣾⣿⠋⠉⠛⠿⠛⠁⠸⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⠿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀
quer vir n?
Profile Pic: oc created by me and redrawed by @funpark_ on twitter.:hthappy:
Por favor, não me mande convite com intuito de pedir cartas, jogos, e etc. :zenura:
Que acontece com razão
É Deus quem escolhe
Quem vai se dar bem
A caminhada é igual
Seguindo a mesma direção
Pensando juntos nós vamos além
Lágrimas na vitória
Sempre na derrota ou glória
É luz na escuridão
Somos um só coração
Sempre vivo na memória
Faz parte da minha história
Nada vai nos separar
A amizade é tudo
He was born on the shores of a town called Glace Bay,
And all that he had was himself and his father.
They lived in a house about a mile down the way.
His dad was a big man and worked as a miner.
Billy grew more to be like him each day,
‘Cause every boy’s dream was to work with his father
In the mine that ran under the bay.
“My son,” he said, “don’t be a miner,
‘Cause it’s hard work and too little pay.
You’ll dig in that hole for that company’s coal
And wind up just digging your grave.”
Billy grew older but never grew wiser,
Fighting and drinking his young life away.
He reached for the top but wound up on the bottom
Of the mine that ran under the bay.
They say that it happened one morning in April,
A cave-in at Number Eleven that day.
Billy got there as his dad reached the surface.
In his dying words he did say:
“My son,” he said….
⠸⡇⠀⠿⡀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡴⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⢄⣠⠾⠁⣀⣄⡈⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠁⠀⠀⠈⠙⠛⠂⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⡿⢿⣆
⠀⠀⠀⢀⡾⣁⣀⠀⠴⠂⠙⣗⡀⠀⢻⣿⣿⠭⢤⣴⣦⣤⣹⣶⣆
⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⣮⣽⣾⣿⣥⣴⣿⣿⡿⢂⠔⢚⡿⢿⣿⣦⣴⣾⠸
⠀⢀⡞⠁⠙⠻⠿⠟⠉⠀⠛⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣌⢤⣼⣿⣾⣿⡟⠉
⠀⣾⣷⣶⠇⠀⠀⣤⣄⣀⡀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇
⠀⠉⠈⠉⠀⠀⢦⡈⢻⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣶⣶⣤⣽⡹⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠲⣽⡻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣜⣿⣿⣿⡇
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣷⣶⣮⣭⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
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🐸🐸⚪️⚫️⚫️⚪️🐸🐸🐸⚪️⚫️⚫️⚪️
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The question seldom addressed is *where* Medusa had snakes. Underarm hair
is an even more embarassing problem when it keeps biting the top of the
deodorant bottle.
(Soul Music)
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