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Suguru Geto was born in Shimotsuki Village in the East Blue. He learned how to defend himself at the Isshin Dojo. He left the dojo when he discovered his skills with curses and his gifts as a sorcerer.He is 10 years older than Zoro of the Straw Hat Pirates who came from the same village.He is not related to Zoro or Kuina. He was simply born in the same place ten years earlier. 

When they saw her walking on the streets,They saw oppression, dehumanization, and inequality.Whilst they oppressed her with their visionShe wore her cape of grace, her drapes of black chiffonWhich also covered her facefree from all the judgment regarding beauty and idealsthe world was threatened by her walkAlthough her posture was humbleShe still walked with queen like graceFor she was super women and her Abaya was her capeHer Niqaab was her shield form the worlds disgraceAnd her Hijab was the crown she wore with all her graceAnd she was a true womanA woman oppressed not by her faithBut by society's obligationsShe IS a woman empowered,Empowered by her faith.

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the dance chronicles     August 12th, 1997 dear journal,   where was this fleetwood mac our entire careers before tonight? had we spent so many years hooked on one vice or another that it affected our performance? i mean, don't get me wrong, we've had a LOT of good shows over the years, but tonight? whether it was because we were all sober because it had been so long since we had been a full band in front of a crowd who wanted to see us, a mixture of both, or something different altogether, tonight was something i haven't experienced with the band for lord only knows how long.and, even at the height of the performance, at the height of the high, I was riding while being on stage again. being on stage sober, once again surviving what should've killed me, my eyes could never peel away from him. the way i saw him on the side and my mind flashed back to our one night stand a few weeks ago when it was tasked onto me to convince him even to do this special -- at least i convinced him? i don't know, things feel so different, both personally within me, but within the band, with him and i. for the first time in what seems like a lifetime, we're all on the same page. we all want to rewrite what we wrote in fleetwood mac's history book years ago.we wanted to show the world - and more importantly ourselves - that the sober us. the us free from all the liquor and drugs - could perform as well as we could back then. and honestly? i think we do it better.however, me agreeing to a whole tour after the show tonight might've jumped the gun a bit just because i don't know where linds and i stand. i don't know where we are privately, and i don't want that to leak onto the stage publically, we've done so much of that back in the 80s. and now? things are different. he stayed in rehab with me, yet all we did was f*** and fight. but during these rehearsals and this evening i remember why i fell in love with him to start with. and us being on tour together is going to make it difficult to rewrite my life without him so heavily involved, because the truth is i really can't stay away from him. there's something about him has drove me utterly insane since we were teenagers, and tonight it was as if it was like we were back in the moments of fritz, the moments where the love for the music and each other were so intertwined in the way that made beautiful moments on stage and off.but, i knew the band couldn't do it if i disagreed and i couldn't do that to them. not after tonight. not after even christine said that she was exacted to do something with the band again. i just know that lindsey and i being together, especially with both of us being single, will make things rather interesting...and i'm not sure in what way it will be yet.. can't back out now, can i? just gotta make sure the one night a few weeks ago was the only night, because out of every bad habit I've ever had, lindsey buckingham is the only one I've never been able to fully break.stevie.

Summary: A look at Etain as she grapples with what's expected of her versus what she believes and what she's discovered is truly important to her.   Notes: For May the 4th!   I wish Republic Commando had fleshed out Darman and Etain's relationship a lot more, particularly in the early stages, so I wrote this to look at what Etain's thought process and concerns might be as she pursues a relationship with Darman.     Etain paused on her way up the ladder, one foot hovering in the empty space below the next rung. She could feel it even before she saw him, before she heard his voice—an eddy of quiet excitement, of anticipation swirling somewhere just out of sight.       “Ma’am?”       She peered past the rungs to see Darman rounding the corner. In black Katarn he looked the same as any other member of Omega squad, but she knew it was him. There was his impression in the force, unique like the bends and contours of ruffled fabric, and the sense that she’d come home no matter what place lay beneath her feet.        “There’s another systems test set to start soon,” Darman said as he walked up to the base of the ladder. “They’ll be cycling the ship’s grav generators—it’ll be easier if you’re already wherever you need to be before they shut off the gravity.”       Etain cast a quick glance aside, smiling at a cluster of pipes snaking over the bulkhead without really looking at them.       “You know what, Darman?”       He grasped the ladder’s siderails, rocking forwards a little to pull himself into the ladder, tilting his chin up to look at her. It was a small motion, not requiring much—Etain was only a few rungs high, and with his height, there was maybe a head or two of vertical space separating them.       “I—” Etain paused, and then words were out of her mouth before she’d even known she’d wanted to say them.       “Sometimes I feel like I’m already right where I need to be.” She swallowed, fighting off the sudden urge to mess with the plaits of her braid.       She felt it somehow as Darman curled his fingers tighter around the durasteel. She couldn’t see past his helmet, but she didn’t need to in order to know that his lips too had curled into a smile, mirroring the one that had spread over her face.       “Three points of contact on a ladder, ma’am…” Darman said, voice lower than she’d expected it to be.       She blinked as his gloved hand enveloped hers. One of her hands had apparently migrated to her braid anyway despite her intentions, and now Darman was guiding her fingers away from a loose whorl of hair and gently pressing her palm into the siderail.       A squeeze, then his hand fell away.         “And you need to be at… the ship’s laundry facilities?” Darman asked after a beat, sounding positive. “If you need a new robe or undershirt, the droids can take care of that for you.”       He gestured to a code painted on a nearby door. Etain knew it had some kind of navigational significance, but the sequence of numbers and letters might as well have been randomly chosen for all they told her about her location onboard—just what did ‘Q’ have to do with laundry?       “Oh—” she looked around as though expecting to see a mouse droid zoom past at any moment. “It’s all droids down there then?”   “Yes—well, mostly. But that’s eh…” He bounced on his heels a couple times, moving in slow motion. “Fi’s probably the one who should brief you on that story,” he said, voice carrying a hint of the conspiratorial.       He nudged her elbow, eliciting a bit of a grin back.       “We all rotate laundry duty back at the temple,” Etain said. “It’s one of those basic chores we all participate in to keep things running, where everyone contributes.”       Or at least that’s how it had mostly been before the war, before she’d stepped into a muddy river on the run from Mid Rim-thugs and mercenaries, blinked, and had found herself thrust into a position where even her most casual words held the force of law over millions of men she hadn’t even known existed. It had been such a shock that she hadn’t even felt it, maybe hadn’t even processed it.       Maybe she finally had when, at some intangible point, she’d gone from seeing something very much unearned in Darman’s unshakeable confidence in her to finding it a well of assurance and strength for something much bigger than herself.          “I guess I assumed it’d be the same here,” Etain continued with a shrug. “That the crew would take care of laundry together, but…” She shook her head and gave Darman a wan smile, a little amused that she’d ever thought that.       He shifted in place, reflexively rubbing his shoulder.       “Can’t imagine Chief Lazetti washing my skivvies, that’s for sure.”       Chief Lazetti had been attached to the Omega-Delta joint commando team on their last op, and had interpreted ‘attached’ to mean that he could practically stick an RC designator in front of his name. There were other reasons too that Etain didn’t think much of him, and she figured it was just as well that he’d never appear on the same mess deck where Darman and the others ate, eliminating the possibility that they’d be subjected to him during meals (without ever receiving hazard pay for it too, as Fi might say.)       That was another thing she didn’t understand, why there were separate dining areas for different members of the crew. It would never have crossed the mind of someone like Masters Fulier or Zey that padawans, knights, and Jedi masters should all eat separately, and if you’d suggested to Niner that he should do the same because he was a sergeant while the rest of Omega were privates? He might even be disgusted enough to curse.         Etain pushed aside the confusion she had about some aspects of her new life, banishing it along with unwelcome thoughts about Lazetti.       “But no,” she said, “I wasn’t actually trying to come down here for washing machines. I’m trying to get back to my quarters, but the hallway—passageway—I always go through got blocked off for maintenance.”       She sighed and slid down the ladder, one hand coming down over Darman’s where he still held the siderail.       “I knew we were due for some upgrades once we docked over Bilbringi, but I didn’t expect the Falconer to turn into a construction zone so quickly,” Etain said, almost as an aside.       Darman twisted his hand around to cup hers, and she threaded her fingers through his. He liked touch, even the brief instances, like he wanted as much as possible to make up for the years he hadn’t known to miss it. Little things like that mattered for Etain too, especially when what she felt for Darman meant she didn’t feel much like a Jedi, let alone a bastion of detached, military decision-making like one of the Council generals with big sector commands to oversee.       Of course, feeling like part of you would always be at odds with something didn’t mean you were suddenly divorced from it.       Etain dug her fingers into the fabric of Darman’s glove and stepped closer to him, as close as she could with the ladder in the way. For a moment she imaged it wasn’t there, that she could stand on her toes, pop his helmet seal, and reach up just enough to—       The little things mattered.       She pulled away from his hand and stood back. Someone might look down the ladderwell, might come around the corner.       Etain smoothed out her robes that didn’t need any smoothing while Darman reoriented himself in the passageway—a little farther back now, but still facing her.         “You’ll have the ship’s layout down in no time, ma’am. Pretty soon you won’t even have to think about it,” Darman said with that nod of his, like whatever statement he’d just made was indisputable as the existence of gravity.       “I’m sure I would if I weren’t leaving at 0500 tomorrow,” she said, smiling sadly.       There’d been a request from Clone Intelligence. She wouldn’t even know the details until tomorrow morning, but it was enough to know that neither Darman nor any part of Omega were coming with her.       “In that case, I could show you a shortcut,” Darman offered. “For what it’s worth, you were already headed in the right direction for the officers’ quarters… if you decide you’d like being back there better than…being where you need to be.”       The unmoving, steady glow of his T-visor gave the impression that he was somehow holding her in place with his gaze.       He gestured to the ladder.       “You first, General.”       Once they’d both ascended, Darman led her on a route through a maintenance corridor and some kind of repair facility. A few clones and a Zabrak crewmember occupied the space, bodies half stuck inside what Etain thought was a disassembled LAAT. They acknowledged her as was practical, luckily not seeming to mind that she and Darman were skirting through their shop.       Darman led her down another passage, stopping once they arrived at a familiar line painted on the durasteel beneath their feet: a yellow strip of paint separating the officer’s quarters from the rest of the ship.       Etain stepped over the line and turned back to Darman on the other side, crossing her arms.       “I’m not sure if maneuvering around chunks of engines and ducking under bundles of cables really counts as a shortcut, Dar.”       “Every second counts, Sarge says,” he replied, clasping his hands behind his back pushing his chest out. “And Kal says it too, and they’re right. I figure I just saved you about… 30 of those seconds, Eti’ka.”       Her cheeks felt a little warmer and she instinctively checked for patterns in the force, though she already knew nobody was around to have heard that. Even if all the Mando’a you knew was di’kut and shabuir, the tone and timbre of Darman’s voice was translation enough for anyone.         A trio of electronic, gong-like sounds played over the ship-wide comm, and a steady clone voice began making an announcement.       Etain stared down at yellow paint in front of her, only passively listening to what the man was saying about the systems trial.       If those three sounds had gone off to signal combat and things went as south as south goes, there was a very real chance that something could happen, that she and Darman would never see each other again. There could be an accident or an ambush a month from now. Maybe a week. Maybe even tomorrow.       In her training, Etain had been taught a lot about love and compassion, about respect and service… She’d internalized a lot about those too, formed thoughts she couldn’t articulate into words, grappled with feelings that tugged her feet from the traditionalist path of her Jedi lineage. She could spend her life thinking about all that, doing good work in the Med Corps or Diplomatic Corps or wherever else, but right now there were millions of men like Darman with artificially severed lives, purchased in the Jedi name and raised like they were never deserving of the same love, compassion, and respect she’d always been told—always known—were due to all people.       For a moment she felt sick, her stomach twisted in knots.       A thrum spread throughout the entire ship as the gravity shut off. Darman’s boots locked flush with the deck with a hiss, and the sound drew her eyes back up to his figure all armored in black.       Millions of men like that, but only one Darman.       The voice was still coming over the comm, and she stood staring at Darman while the clone announced that the direction of travel aboard was forward and—       Up.       Etain pushed up, boots leaving the deck as zero gravity carried her over the yellow line. Warmth bloomed across her chest as Darman caught her, pulling her close with his hands cinched around her waist. Sliding her hands over to his neck, she popped his helmet seal and, breath hitched, tipped his helmet up.

Summary: Ordo feels he might finally be getting used to his new cadet body. And as much as he hates to admit it, he's starting to enjoy how his ori'vode and his buir now dote on him and Mereel. But now that they're returning to Kyrimorut...he's not sure how he feels about the rest of the family seeing him like this. Notes: I do not own Star Wars.     Ordo slowly awoke to the humming sound of a ship. For a moment, he just lay there, feeling oddly content. His head was resting on something warm and he could feel someone stroking his hair. It was a nice feeling and he let out a sigh, having no intention of moving. Then his eyes flew open and he jumped up with a cry. Where was he? Was he on a mission? Was he supposed to be protecting his vode? Why couldn't he remember? And why did he feel so...small? "Udesii ad'ika." Kal'buir's voice had the effect of immediately calming him, despite his...fear? Why was he afraid? Ordo was never afraid, not like this at least. Not when there was no reason to be. When he glanced at Buir, he found himself looking up at him. That bewildered him for a moment before his memories finally clicked into place. Getting captured by the Empire, him and Mereel both. Experimented on. Somehow transferred into ridiculously small cadet bodies. Sold to Zygerrians. Rescued by a vod named Fives who'd been similarly transferred to a younger body, a vod who was also a jetii. And, finally, being returned to Buir. Somehow, he both hated and loved the strange feelings that came with his new body. He and Mereel no longer had the eidetic memory of a Null. That had been a disturbing discovery. And it seemed that his muscle mass was less than it had been when he'd physically been this age the first time around. He also got afraid a lot easier than he would have liked. But at the same time, he found he now craved his buir and vode in a way he never had before. Their voices. Their touch. And, as humiliating as it was, the way they'd scoop him up and hold him close. It made him feel safe. "Ord'ika?" Kal'buir knelt in front of him and gently grabbed his shoulders. "Are you okay?" Ordo nodded, not wanting to hear his ridiculously high-pitched, child's voice at the moment. He leaned against his buir and closed his eyes. A moment later, he was gently lifted up and found he couldn't have complained even if he'd wanted to. He heard footsteps a moment later and glanced up to find Jaing had appeared in the doorway. "We're almost home Kal'buir." He grinned at Ordo. "How're you doing vod'ika?" "M'fine." He didn't think he'd ever get used to that voice. And this body didn't have accelerated aging, so he was going to have to put up with it for several years yet. A delighted shriek filled the air as Prudii pushed past Jaing, a blue-eyed, blond cadet hanging upside down from his arms. "Prudii! Put me down!" Mereel giggled. "No." Prudii grinned. "This is what you get for stealing my uj'alayi." Kal'buir smiled. "You know I would have given you your own." Mereel laughed. "But this was more fun!" At that moment, A'den and Kom'rk appeared from the cockpit followed by four more cadets. Rio, Arrow, Orar and Nuhun were physically a little older than Ordo and Mereel, but were real cadets. They'd been rescued from the slavers as well, and Kal'buir had decided to adopt them. Ordo couldn't say he was surprised. "Just finished landing," Kom'rk said. "You two ready to see the rest of our aliit?" "I am!" Mereel kept trying to twist out of Prudii's arms. "Do you...think they'll like us?" Arrow asked nervously. "They'll love you vod'ika." Kom'rk pulled him into a hug. "They'll love all of you." Ordo swallowed, thinking about the rest of his family on Mandalore. "How much did you tell them?" "Only that we found you," A'den said. "We thought the rest would be...easier to explain in person." "Is that okay?" Kal'buir asked. "Or would you rather us go and explain before you come?" "No!" Mereel had finally extricated himself from Prudii's arms and was now perched on Jaing's shoulders. "I want to see the looks on their faces when they find out!" Buir gently set him down. "Ordo?" Ordo shrugged. "Sure. I'll be fine."   Ordo refused to be carried off the ship in full view of his vode. Mereel, on the other hand, was happy enough to remain on Jaing's shoulders as they walked off the ship. It was nice to be home, despite Ordo's misgivings. But when he saw several other individuals approaching, he froze up. A hand fell on his shoulder. "It's okay Ord'ika." He glanced up to find Buir smiling gently down at him. "They're aliit. This won't change anything." Ordo took a deep breath and continued, taking in which of his aliit were present. All of Omega squad was there. Etain was at Darman's side, Kad asleep in her arms. And Bardan was there as well. "What's with all the cadet's Kal'buir?" Darman's eyes darted over their party. "And where are Mereel and Ordo?" Buir smiled. "Funny story, that." "I thought you said you found them," Corr said, looking worried. "I think they did." Bardan's eyes were fixed on Ordo, an amused quirk to his lips. Stupid jetii  powers! "But..." Etain's eyes were darting from Ordo to Mereel before finally resting on Kal'buir. "How?" "How what?" Darman glanced at his wife. Buir sighed. "First things first." He gestured the real cadets forward. "Everyone, meet Arrow, Orar, Nuhun and Rio Skirata." The cadets shuffled forward, sheepish smiles on their faces. Fi's face broke into a grin. "Su'cuy vod'ike! Welcome to the family!" "That's it?" Orar blinked. "Just like that? You're not surprised?" Jaing laughed. "Kal'buir tends to adopt any clones he can get his hands on." "What about them?" Atin motioned to where Mereel had come to stand beside Ordo. A grin broke across Mereel's face. "Come on vod, it's us!" He gestured to Ordo. "Don't you recognize Ordo's scowl?" Ordo felt his face warm as he watched his family's reactions. Everyone was staring at them with wide eyes, except Bardan and Etain. They just looked like they were trying to figure out a puzzle. Corr was the first to react. "Mereel?" Mereel trotted over to his brother for a hug. "Hey Corr." He pulled away grinning. Corr stared at him for a moment before laughing and lifting him into his arms for another hug. "Mereel, you're adorable!" Ordo shot a glare at the others. "First person who calls me adorable is going to regret it." Fi's face got a look that meant trouble. "Not sure you could really do that much." Then everyone was talking at once, asking questions. Kal'buir patiently explained what had happened, Project Rebirth and troopers getting transferred to cadet bodies. He also told them about the new allies they had on Lothal, including Jedi. Everyone was surprised and impressed when they learned of the Force-sensitive clones. "So..." Darman examined Ordo. "You're...stuck like this now?" "Evidenly." Ordo sighed. "Until we grow up again. Don't even have accelerated aging in these bodies." Not that they'd had it before either. Kal'buir had seen to that. Still, Ordo wouldn't have minded growing up quickly for a bit. He wasn't sure about being a child like this for so long. It sounded like a hassle. "I'm glad." Corr messed with Mereel's hair. He hadn't set the boy down and was hugging him like a stuffed tooka. Not that Mereel seemed to mind in the slightest. "Are you going to be okay?" Ordo was startled by Etain's touch. His senses really weren't what they used to be. "We'll be fine." He hoped he sounded convincing. "We have our aliit. I may not like this, but I'll live." Darman walked over to stand with his wife, his son tucked in his arms. "Well, at least Kad's still younger than you." Kad was awake now, watching Ordo and giggling. He still looked tiny, despite Ordo's new size. He also looked very comfortable in his father's arms. Oh no. Not this again. But Ordo couldn't help himself. He felt his cheeks redden as he walked to Kal'buir, eyes down. Buir glanced down at him in surprise before a delighted grin crossed his face and he scooped Ordo up. Ordo expected taunts from his vode as he leaned his head on Kal'buir's shoulder, but they didn't come. And he couldn't help but smile a little at last. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be so bad after all. Notes: Finally got around to working on some of the Second Life one shots I promised! I have another started that should be ready before too long. Haven't started on the main sequel yet, but I'm hoping to get started on that pretty soon as well. As I've said before, I haven't actually finished the Republic Commando books yet. I know there are several things that aren't accurate to the books, but I like happy endings. So, in this universe, Etain lives and gets to raise her son with Darman and clan Skirata gets to stick together. Don't ask me how that happened though. Also, for this, Besany and Ordo haven't met. I like to think she happens to be younger in this universe and they'll still get married one day, but I doubt I'll ever write about that. Have a great day! Mando'a TranslationsYaim'ol: homecomingVode: brothersUdesii: calm downAd'ika: little oneKal'buir: papa KalBuir: fatherVod: brotherJetii: JediOrd'ika: little OrdoVod'ika: little brotherUj'alayli: uj cakeAliit: clan; familySu'cuy: hiVod'ike: little brothers

I spy with my little eye ACCEPTANCE.I spy with my little eye a BARBECUE stand.I spy with my little eye rainbow COOKIES.I spy with my little eye DRAG QUEENS.I spy with my little eye ENTHUSIASM.I spy with my little eye FUNNEL cake.I spy with my little eye GLITTER.I spy with my little eye feeling HEAT from the sun.I spy with my little eye feeling INSPIRED.I spy with my little eye feeling filled with JOY.I spy with my little eye KISSES being shared.I spy with my little eye LEOTARDS.I spy with my little eye MEN kissing.I spy with my little eye NACHOS.I spy with my little eye feeling OPTIMISTIC about a good day.I spy with my little eye feeling PROUD to be an ally. I spy with my little eye QUOTES to inspire.I spy with my little eye RUM punch.I spy with my little eye SHADEY Queens.I spy with my little eye TACOS.I spy with my little eye feeling UNAFRAID.I spy with my little eye feeling VIVACIOUS.I spy with my little eye feeling WARM.I spy with my little eye feeling XENIAL.I spy with my little eye YELLING crowds looking happy..I spy with my little eye ZUMBA dancers.

Task:Create an I-Spy list using each letter of the alphabet A-Z of all the things you see, do, eat, feel, thoughts, emotions, etc, during the pride parade A -  I spy with my little eye ANIMALS dressed up.B -  I spy with my little eye BISEXUAL'S duh.C -  I spy with my little eye COLOURFUL CONFETTI.D -  I spy with my little eye DIVAS everywhere.E -  I spy with my little eye feeling EXCITED.F -  I spy with my little eye FEATHER BOAS.G -  I spy with my little eye GAYS obviously.H -  I spy with my little eye HAPPINESS.I -  I spy with my little eye INCLUSIVITY.J -  I spy with my little eye feeling JOYFUL.K - I spy with my little eye KISSES being shared.L -  I spy with my little eye LESBIANS of course.M -  I spy with my little eye MARTINIS.N -  I spy with my little eye NAUGHTY toys.O -  I spy with my little eye feeling OVERJOYED.P -  I spy with my little eye PEOPLE everywhere.Q -  I spy with my little eye QUEERS, f*ck yeah.R -  I spy with my little eye ROMANCE of all kinds.S -  I spy with my little eye SYMBOLS of equality.T -  I spy with my little eye TRANSEXUAL bada$$es U -  I spy with my little eye people being UNAPOLOGETICALLY themselves.V -  I spy with my little eye VIBRANT colours.W -  I spy with my little eye WHITSLES.X -  I spy with my little eye a XYLOPHONE.Y -  I spy with my little eye a YELLOW inflatable banana. Z -   I spy with my little eye rainbow ZOODLES.

When she turned 18, Sophie decided to follow her dreams instead of wasting her time finding a job or getting herself into lots of study debt. That’s why she made her backpack and decided to travel all by herself, determined to live day by day and experience life as it came. This meant that she had to look for a new play to spend the day basically every single day, and today was no different.She thought she was in luck as she found herself a hostel which seemed pretty affordable. Alas, there was no single room vacant anymore. Yet there was this group which had rented themselves an eight-person room, but the receptionist had only seen seven checking in. So perhaps she could go and ask if they could spare that last bed?After knocking on the door of said room and explaining her situation, the two guys who were there seemed quite eager to indeed offer up that last bed. Much to Sophies relief and gratitude. At that moment though, she didn’t realize that all other seven beds in the room would be taken up by guys that night… 

Sophie had gotten quite used to her daddy spoiling her with all sorts of expensive gifts and clothes. After getting into an argument with him though, he decided to punish her by not buying her anything anymore. Yet her cravings for expensive fashion still remained, so she tried to keep those cravings satisfied by going out in the mall and swiping some of her most wanted articles without paying for them. All seemed to go well, until that one time when she suddenly felt a heavy hand at her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks just when she tried to leave the store with quite the haul… 

Sophie had taken up running, since she had gotten quite insecure about her weight after her boyfriend commented negatively on it. So she was determined to work on her thick curves by doing a daily morning run. Today was no different, aside from the fact that parents weren’t home and wouldn’t be until late in the afternoon or even evening. That wouldn’t have been a problem at all, if not for the fact she had totally forgotten to put the key to the front door underneath the door mat…So when he finally finished her morning run, she soon figured out she had locked herself out. Being all sweaty and having somewhat sore feet, she didn’t know what to do. So she ended up ringing the neighbours door bell, hoping he might have a spare key or that at least he’d let her shower at his place… 

Sophie and her friends were at this party, playing a game of ‘truth or dare’ which started to gradually got more and more out of hand. At one point in time, it was Sophies turn and she felt bold enough to ask for a dare. One of her friends had quite the smirk on her face, as she told her: “Alright: I dare you to put on a blindfold for the next half an hour and you can’t take it off, no matter what happens…”Sophie raised her brow in confusion, since that didn’t sound too bad at all: “Sure thing: why not?!”, she confidently proclaimed. After she was being blindfolded to the point where all she could see was pitch-black, her friend would proceed by writing something on her forehead with a black marker: “Aah, that tickles! What are you writing?”, Sophie wondered. Her friend only whispered mysteriously: “You’ll find out soon enough…”, causing her other friends to giggle as well, as they could all read the words ‘free use’ across Sophies forehead… 

There are a few things Lauren wants to do this summer and hopefully she will get the chance to. She works so many hours at the hospital, so sometimes it gets hard to take time off for herself.   Spend less time at work. HOPEFULLY people aren't as stupid as they have been the last weeks. It would nice to be on call for a super long weekend just to have some time to rewind and recharge. Go to the beach.  Spend time with Jax, somewhere outdoors, maybe take him to the lakehouse.  GET A TAN, I'm pastey white since I never see the light of day because of work. Eat as much seafood as possible.   Go up to the lakehouse ( alone sometimes ) and ride the jetski. Read a book.

Real Name - Anastasia KvitkoNickname - AnastasiaProfession - Glamour model, Entrepreneur, Instagram StarKnown As - Russian Kim KardashianAge - 27 years (2021)Date of Birth - 25 November 1994Birthplace - Kaliningrad, RussiaNationality - RussianEthnicity - Russian WhiteReligion - ChristianGender - Female     Height in Inches - 5 feet 9 inchWeight in Pounds - 145 lbsBody Measurements - 38-25-42Bra Size - 38BWaist Size - 25Hip Size - 42Eye Color - BrownHair Color - BrownBodytype - Hourglass