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Hey, hey Bye bye bye, bye bye Bye bye I'm doing this tonight You're probably gonna start a fight I know this can't be right Hey baby come on I loved you endlessly When you weren't there for me So now it's time to leave and make it alone I know that I can't take no more It ain't no lie I want to see you out that door Baby bye bye bye Don't want to be a fool for you Just another player in your game for two You may hate me but it ain't no lie Baby bye bye bye Bye bye Don't really want to make it tough I just want to tell you that I've had enough It might sound crazy but it ain't no lie Baby bye bye bye You just hit me with the truth Now girl you're more than welcome to So give me one good reason Baby come on I've lived for you and me And now I really come to see That life would be much better once you're gone I know that I can't take no more It ain't no lie I want to see you out that door Baby bye bye bye Don't want to be a fool for you Just another player in your game for two You may hate me but it ain't no lie Baby bye bye bye Bye bye Don't really want to make it tough I just want to tell you that I've had enough Might sound crazy but it ain't no lie Baby bye bye bye I'm giving up I know for sure I don't' want to be the reason for your love no more Bye bye I'm checking out, I'm signing off I don't want to be the loser, and I've had enough I don't want to be your fool in this game for two So I'm leaving you behind (Bye bye bye) I don't want to make it tough (Make it tough) But I've had enough And it ain't no lie Don't want to be a fool for you Just another player in your game for two I don't want to be your fool But it ain't no lie Baby bye bye bye Bye bye Don't really want to make it tough I just want to tell you that I've had enough It might sound crazy but it ain't no lie Bye bye 🫂👋🏼

Религиозная политика Юстиниана I, византийского императора, правившего в 527—565 годах, включала в себя активное участие в основных спорах христианства, имевших место в первой половине VI века. Главной задачей, которую старался решить Юстиниан, было примирение позиций сторонников и противников решений Халкидонского собора 451 года. Последовавшие за собором христологические споры вызвали многочисленные внутрицерковные конфликты. Непримиримые разногласия кафедр Константинополя и Рима привели к церковному расколу, а в отношениях между Константинополем и восточными патриархиями к взаимным обвинениям в следовании еретическим учениям Евтихия и Нестория. В правление непосредственного предшественника Юстиниана, его дяди Юстина I (518—527), государство решительно встало на сторону Халкидона и раскол с Римом был прекращён. Считается, что влияние Юстиниана было определяющим в ходе пришедшегося на царствование Юстина теопасхистского спора. Попытка достижения компромисса с антихалкидонитами на основе теопасхистской формулы «один из Троицы пострадал» путём проведения богословских диспутов завершился неудачей, что было зафиксировано решениями Константинопольского собора 536 года. Вопрос об оригенизме и «спор о трёх главах» составили основное содержание периода до 553 года, завершившегося Пятым вселенским собором. 🇷🇺🪆☦️🍸🦠🐄❄️🎄⛷️⛸️☕

there are kids on here STFU AND LET ME CUM you walked into your room to see your crush in there. naked. 'wh-what are you doing here?' you asked 'im here to fuck' your face turns red. all of the sudden he pulls you on to your bed and takes out the bible hey you what are you doing? looking at this you might not care but this isnt right. just think about that. again its your life and you decide. just saying.

"We pursued the French forces from Vitoria. The French entrenched themselves into a large town surrounded by walls. It was named San Sebastian apparently, not that I heard any chaps call it by its proper name. We breached their hornwork and me and couple of my lads were grabbed by their sappers. The French grabbed us, disarmed us, and dragged us up the city and to a fort on the mountain all behind the walls of the city. They threw us into a cell with a couple of Portuguese lads. We sat there for a good day or two. Next day, we heard a bang. Our fellows must've made there way into the city. That night one of the French officers yelled at us, locked us up, and told us not to utter a word. We heard a great deal of French screaming that night. French unlocked the cell door, a couple of them argued and then they armed us. One must figure you'd have to get the marbles shaken out of ya if you're giving your mortal enemy pistols. We met the cannibals, who'd eat you if they could put a hand on you. They were rotting like caucuses, some said they were the undead. The French said, well we couldn't understand a bloody word the French were saying. We had a Portuguese translator, but the cannibals got their teeth into 'em. Peculiarly, if they sunk their teeth into ya, one becomes a cannibal as well! A couple of chaps cheered because they got to legally discharge their afflicted officer. Anyways, we pushed ourselves down the fort to the city. I've never seen more men die in a single hour. We made out way through the city all while the cannibal blighters tried to apprehend us. We reached the edge of the city, and found the hornwork surrounding it. We couldn't get to the hole we'd originally blown through, and we couldn't find a proper exit for the life of us. We were about ready to dive into the water when we met a lad a floor above us. He used one of our supply hoists to lower us to the ground from the top of the hornwork. Poor fool was torn to shreds before you could brink your own eyes. Another fellow went up to lower it all the way down. He didn't make it either. A jolly boat picked up what little remained of us. We were brought to the HMS Undaunted, the captain welcomed us onboard. Before we were even a mile or two out of the fort, one of our guys fell to the plague. The fellow ripped into the captain. We rowed back to the shore.We parted ways with our French counterparts. We traveled through the countryside, we saw more cannibals south of the city, but once we reached a good few miles we reached Spanish guerrillas. They showed us to the army, we made our way there, and we sailed out of Spain." 🌈🫧🦠🐼📛

smut stories? okay! here! (this is my first one) you were doing freaky stuff and then... someone slapped a slipper from Norway 😱 then... you got teleported to Russia and a guy said: «Ребята, не могли бы вы, пожалуйста, перестать сочинять подобные истории…» you asked... "who's guys? what's going on? 🤔" ← you "любой, кто напишет в этом теге. 🤯"(smut tag)←Russian guy "ohh! I see!!! 😅 " ← you «Давай вместо этого поиграем в G&B» ← Russian guy "alright, sure! 😊" ← you and you take off your shirt and change to a mamegoma one. «Я не буду делать ничего странного! пойдем ко мне домой!? 🤩» ← Russian guy "yes!" ← you then you went to Russian class after. "хочешь пива!? 😨" ← Russian guy "sure! 😃" ← you and then you went drunk and... you danced to Kalinka perfectly! "ты в порядке?" ← Russian guy "yes." ← you then you stopped watching (corn). 🤩🌽👋🏼 "убирайтесь отсюда, порнозависимые! 😤💢" ← Russian guy you gave the Russian guy a rilakkuma candy kit. good ending. you found out you're Russian and stopped everyone from watching (corn) videos! 😂 📸 the end! and please stop posting freaky stories. there's kids. a picture pack for you: https://pin.it/6OBtIQ617 copy the link!

STOP! ✋🏼🛑🚫: WATCHING CORN START! 🔘🟢✔️: PLAYING SPOON PETS COLLECTOR how to download 👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼: 1. go to the app store or play store 2. search spoon pets collector 3. find the first result 4. click download 5. click play 6. follow the tutorial 7. reopen the app after completing all, enjoy! (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

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Smut Story! 🎒📛🖍️🍟 In a quaint, cluttered room, a young girl named Elara sat cross-legged on a floor littered with comic books and half-eaten snacks. Her curly hair bobbed with the beat of her favorite tunes playing from an ancient boombox. The walls were a canvas of sticky notes and magazine clippings, each one more peculiar than the last. The room smelled faintly of marker and pizza. Her eyes were glued to a glowing computer screen, fingers flying over the keyboard as she crafted a wild tale of adventure and romance. The story she wrote was anything but typical; it was a blend of the absurd and the earnest, a universe where pineapples could speak and the ocean was made of soda. She giggled to herself, enjoying the thrill of letting her imagination run wild. Her mother called from the kitchen, "Elara, dinner's ready!" But the words barely registered as she typed away. Her characters were in a heated battle with a dragon made of jelly beans, and she had to see it through. "In a flash," she murmured, not taking her eyes off the screen. Her fingers hovered over the keys, poised to deliver the next line of dialogue, when suddenly the room around her began to shift. The walls grew fuzzy, the air thick and heavy. The screen flickered and the story on it began to bleed into reality. The floor beneath her turned cold and damp, and she felt the ground tremble. A blast of arctic wind hit her, carrying with it the scent of pine and something she couldn't quite place. The lights dimmed, replaced by an eerie glow that grew brighter, and she was surrounded by a blizzard of swirling, glittering snowflakes. Elara looked down to find herself dressed in a peculiar outfit, a mix of fur and fabric that seemed both out of place in her bedroom and perfectly suited for the new environment. She was no longer in her pajamas but in a warm, insulated suit that she'd never seen before. Panic began to set in as she realized she wasn't just writing a story anymore—she was in it. The trembling grew more intense, and she felt a strange pulling sensation deep in her stomach. She tried to scream, but her voice was lost in the howling wind. Her eyes grew wide as she watched her fingers slowly morph into something new—tiny red berries, plump and ripe, growing from her fingertips. The transformation was painless but unsettling. Her skin began to take on a new texture, one that she could feel but not quite understand. The world around her grew quiet, and the snowfall slowed to a gentle flurry. As the last of the light in her room disappeared, she found herself standing in a moonlit clearing in the heart of a vast, untouched forest. The only sound was the crunch of frozen earth beneath her newfound strawberry feet. Elara looked down at herself in disbelief. Her entire body had transformed into a giant strawberry, her clothes replaced by the fruit's lush red skin. She was in Norway, a place she'd only ever dreamed of seeing, and she was now part of the very tale she had so carelessly conjured. The reality of her new form settled in, and she felt a mix of fear and awe. Her heart raced as she wondered what other twists her story might take. The night was alive with whispers of the unseen, and she could feel the eyes of the forest's inhabitants upon her. The cold seeped into her core, but she didn't feel it—not as the cold of the fridge, but as something more vital. The frosty air filled her lungs, and she realized she could breathe. The taste of sweetness lingered on her tongue, hinting at the fate she had unwittingly written for herself. Her mother's call for dinner was a distant memory now. In its place was the thrill of the unknown, the excitement of a world she had never dared to step into. And with that, she took a tentative step into the moonlit woods, ready to embrace whatever fate her imagination had in store. The crunch of the frozen ground beneath her was rhythmic, like the beat of a heart. Each step she took echoed through the quiet night, sending a shiver up her spine. She looked around, the silver moonlight casting an ethereal glow on the trees and the snow, which now reached her knees. The forest was a silent sentinel, its secrets waiting to be discovered. As she ventured deeper, the whispers grew louder—now they were not just the sounds of the night but the whispers of the very trees themselves. The branches bent and twisted in patterns that seemed to form words she couldn't quite grasp. The wind played a tune that danced around her, hinting at the adventure ahead. A figure emerged from the shadows, a creature that looked like it had been plucked straight from her story—half man, half moose, with antlers adorned with twinkling lights. It approached her with a curious gaze, and she felt a strange kinship with it, as if it were a character she had brought to life with her very own thoughts. "Welcome to the Land of the Fruitful, Strawberry Maiden," it spoke in a deep, rumbling voice. "Your tale has summoned you, and now you must live it out." Elara swallowed hard, her heart racing. "What happens now?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and fear. The creature looked down at her, its eyes kind. "Your story has no end, for now. You must choose your path." The forest grew brighter as two paths materialized before her, one leading to a castle of ice, the other to a village of glowing berries. Each promised a different adventure, a new chapter in her unfolding saga. She took a deep breath, the sweet scent of her own fruitiness filling her nose, and made her choice. The path to the castle called to her, a shimmering beacon of mystery and intrigue. She had always loved a good castle in her stories. As she began her journey, she could feel the weight of her new form, the heaviness of her strawberry body. But she was not deterred. If she could write herself into this world, she could write herself out. With each step, the whispers grew softer, the forest seemingly approving of her choice. The wind picked up, carrying her scent ahead like an invisible beacon. Elara the Strawberry Maiden walked into the night, her heart beating like a drum, ready to conquer whatever awaited her. The castle grew larger with each step, its turrets piercing the star-studded sky. The drawbridge was down, an invitation she couldn't resist. As she approached the gates, they creaked open, revealing a courtyard of sparkling ice sculptures, each one more magnificent than the last. Her breath hitched in her chest as she took in the beauty of this place. In the center of the courtyard, a figure in royal blue and gold stood, watching her approach. It was the Jelly Bean King from her story, a smile playing on his lips. "Welcome," he said, his voice a delightful jingle. "Your story has led you to the most unexpected of places, but fear not, for here, you are the heroine." Elara's mind raced. Was this a trick? Would she be a prisoner in her own tale? But as she stepped onto the gleaming ice, she felt a strange sense of belonging. This was her world now, and she was ready to face whatever it had in store for her. 🦠🍀🪖🧃 Thank You!

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can u guys actually shut the fuck up respectfully about the smut? nobody cares and neither do u, please i’m js tryna look for cute combos and y’all nigers are spamming “OH THERES SMUT STOP POSTING IT” IDGAF GO KYS