Also, if YOU don't like watching UFC, or football, or comedy roasts, or Rogan, or whatever furrows your wannabe intellectual brow, guess what? YOU don't HAVE to watch it. Bye, Felicia.

… hm? *He expected… quite a few things when approaching the Index Member… but not this. His brow furrows, and he sends a questioning look their way.* What… does that mean?

[Olly’s brow furrows, clearly agitated.] There’s a lot more t’me than just bein’ a Bloodfiend, y’know. Bit insensitive, ain’t it? [Olly’s agitation turns to surprise, taking a step back.] How… d’ya know ‘bout that? I thought that was somethin’ I did in private…?

⠀⠀ .. shouldn't love make you feel a little .. lessˏ adrenaline—filled? it's just .. ⠀⠀(different. kenshi furrows his browsˏ observing nikki's features carefully—— trying to find that underlying stress that he's spotted; nowˏ this sugary-dialogue that makes him frown.) ⠀

Shane and Ilya have been retired for a few yrs now and Ilya’s highlight of the day is doing the school drop off and pickup with their daughter. He loves standing in the playground and waving her off telling her to have a good day each morning. One day after pickup they are driving home and his daughter from the back seat says “Papa, is it okay if daddy takes me to school and picks up me tomorrow?”. Ilya confused asks “Why sweetheart? Papa always takes you to school it is my favourite thing”. She doesn’t answer him and they drive home in silence. Ilya tells Shane about it and he agrees to take her tomorrow and also tells him he’ll see if their daughter will tell Shane anything. The next day Shane does drop off and waves her off and at pickup she doesn’t seem herself. When in the car Shane turns round to face her in the backseat “What’s wrong my love? You haven’t said a word since you got out of school”. Her bottom lip begins to quiver and tears pool in her eyes “Papa didn’t tell me to have a good day”. Shane’s brow furrows “but baby you didn’t want papa to drop you off today so he couldn’t. Why did you not want him to drop you off?” She avoids his eyes, “because the boys always make fun of papas voice and says he sounds funny. I didn’t want him to be embarrassed”. Shane reaches out and rests his hand over here squeezing tight, she continues “Papa always says he gets his voice from baba Irina and he is very proud of that… I didn’t want him to hear the bad things the boys say about him”. Shane comforts her “baby you don’t have to worry about papa, he was more upset he didn’t get to tell you to have a good day. I think he missed you more than you missed him”. Shane pulls into their driveway and opens the car door for her to jump out, they walk to the front door and Shane flings it open as he does the silence is pierced by their daughter “PAPA!”. She shoots past Shane running into the house hunting for Ilya who appears from the laundry room “yes? My sweetheart”. She runs towards Ilya and he kneels arms spread to catch her as she jumps into his arms, he stands and spins with their daughter cradled in his arms. “I love you papa. I’m sorry, will you please take me to school tomorrow and everyday I missed you so much I didn’t have a good day because you didn’t tell me today”. He places a kiss to her forehead “of course I will baby I will take you everyday I would not miss it for the world. I also didn’t have a good day because I didn’t get to tell you” she buries her face in his neck as Shane comes to curl into Ilya’s side, Ilya pulls Shane closer and places a kiss to the top of his head. He whispers to himself “my world”.

Gun me Down.. Broken ‘pon the Duluth wheel I was, just a couple of years ago. The smiling snitch with the liar’s itch defamed me don’t ya know. A state paid feminist, duplicity’s hedonist, my family in her sights. With remorseless cruelty, and vicious surety gunned ’em down with great delight. Virgil Caine, not my real name, returned from Afghan’s plains. For a new life, with my wife, met just weeks before entrained. From Yorkshire Dales to Banks’ Ales upped and left familial ties. A government job, domesticity slob, we built and multiplied. Blood neath my feet, the nation’s peat, made sense to me a yore. Freedom of speech, naysayers weak, fought and won for centuries fore. A man’s home his castle, State couldn’t hassle, Equality under the law. And grace assumed, manners groomed, the pen mightier than the maw. Well I don’t mind tellin’ you, inquisitive fellow dude, things are not so now. A knock on the door, a concern du jour, Social worker furrows her brow. And at that point, responsibility joint, Leviathan follows it’s macabre script. Lambs to the slaughter, crooked solicitor bought for ya, staring at the pit.. Broken ‘pon the Duluth wheel I was, just a couple of years ago. The grinning snitch with the sadist’s itch destroyed me don’t ya know. A state paid feminist, duplicity's hedonist, my legacy in her sights. With remorseless cruelty, and vicious surety gunned it down with great delight. Citizen Caine, backbone strained, from shouldering his manly burden. Three young horrors, mortgage honoured, no complaints noted or murmured. Looking forward to, the idyllic view, where nappies and wails no longer bother. Where I could teach my kin, the simple things my family names always honour'd. Lesbian couple annoyed, politically tannoyed, barren science no justification! That wicked crew, pencil pushers few, smirk their indignation. A lifestyle choice, politically correct voice, reproductive rights should accrue. And what of Caine’s worthy name? Flush it down the toilet is what we’ll do! Split him up, from love’s true cusp, with allegations of infidelity. Ascertain, in referendum frame, that he has campaigned for brexit posterity. How court this, bar a fascist’s twist, have any bearing on parental ability? You are in a game, oh Citizen Caine, where truth an irrelevance and liability. Broken ‘pon the Duluth wheel I was, just a couple of years ago. The sloth like bitch with the child snatcher’s itch she raped me don’t ya know. A state paid feminist, duplicity's hedonist, wife’s sanity in her sights. Ethnic cleansing efficiently, with vicious surety, gunned it down with great delight. Frasier Caine, yes he was a pain, held to ideas of truth and right. The judge will hear, don’t worry my dear, for this is an easy fight. He did not bear, state silenced fear, others knew of family courts. Friendly name, assumed fair game, ignorant to the blackout like a dork. His cries of perjury, produced nil empathy, bored twisted comprador souls. Who’ve heard it all, and seen it all, casual to the pantomime like ghouls. Intellectualised, the evil that lies, is impossible to behold. For one impressed, even to duress, that British justice to be bold. And what of you, humble correspondent’s view, should make this sad old news? No smoke without fire, secret defamation is higher, would likely be your view. First they came for me, and my family to be, no concern of yours. Until that shrew, with doom scripted anew, knocks upon your door. Broken ‘pon the Duluth wheel she was, too many years ago. A foster child’s plight, dealer and parlour’s delight, they don’t do well ya know. A state made feminist, fatherless predicates, future prospects not so bright. With remorseless cruelty, and vicious surety was gunned down to Blair’s delight. I’d rather be Abel, Cain’s hand is unstable, no dreams live in the land of Nod. Countenance thee, child of me, only maybe by the side of God. No redress for me, the PTSD, keeps me from the fight. And the smug bitch free, more evil destiny, no law she has not trod. Cheerfully, and casually, the cunt called me up one night. Son’s doing great, oh except three days late, when happened he almost died. My angry tone, she put down the phone, it never bothered to view him safe. Police report, she who fear no tort, as abuse from an ingrate. We must break the Duluth wheel you know, ere child’s lives be slaved. Sanctimonious power, Rotherham’s deflower’d, also caught the bitches’ racist gaze. Kill the feminists, don’t negotiate with terrorists, too far but can you blame? For you and thee, a mere poem will see, and gun me down unfazed.

( His visor furrows to his friend’s question, and he hums as he considers it. ) …Maybe, ( he decides on, cautiously brushing a pretty piece of orange coral with the pad of a digit. ) Depends if it’s actually alive. It was taken from its home, so…

In some parts of Serbia, after the first 3 furrows were cut in the grain field, an egg was buried in the field (sowing, death of grain), and after the last sheaf of wheat was cut, a cockerel was slaughtered in the field (harvest, birth of grain)... oldeuropeanculture.blogspot.…

Endure affliction, but stand unbroken. Though the plowers make long their furrows, the righteous Lord cuts the cords of the wicked. They shall not prevail. #Psalm129 #KJV

Midjourney Prompt for characters: [angel / dark angel] with huge sword, stylized 3D animation character design, painterly textures, cinematic lighting, highly detailed character concept art, white background --ar 2:3 --sref 5718120047 --profile txgf1m1 --stylize 1000 GPT Image 2 Storyboard Prompt: Create a 16:9 all-action winged sword duel storyboard sheet image: a modern-minimal board with clean low-detail panels, a project card, header strips, and a visual director strip. [PROJECT CARD] Compact designed masthead, not a table. Use scene-appropriate typography, generous spacing, crisp dark-gray text, readable thin rules, clear hierarchy, and restrained high-altitude styling for masthead, frame, bands, headers, and strip. TITLE: SKY BLADE STORM META LINE: fast aerial combat / cinematic anime / compressed duel density PRIORITY: readable fighter geography, wing direction, blade contacts, mist trails, and spark clusters MICRO BRIEF: Make a short duel feel longer through layered passes, parries, delayed impacts, orbiting combos, and one recoil strike. [SCENE] Two winged sword warriors clash above layered clouds with no still opening or held pause. The panels must show fast lanes, near-miss passes, orbiting locks, close parries, wing dodges, cloud spirals, spark clusters, delayed impact trails, X-shaped mist tears, and a final strike sending both fighters past. [REFERENCE RULE] Image A is the sole authority for C1 final face, body, wardrobe, proportions, materials, likeness, wings, and sword. Image B is the sole authority for C2 final face, body, wardrobe, proportions, materials, likeness, wings, and sword. Storyboard characters remain neutral staging proxies; this sheet controls blocking, pose, eye-line, prop placement, screen direction, continuity, and emotional progression only. [VISUAL RULES] Panel interiors are light but readable ultra-clean low-detail blocking thumbnails, not illustrations: open outline shapes, readable silhouettes, thin medium-light graphite lines, broad negative space, mostly white paper, and only the minimum anchors needed to read each beat. Sheet typography, headers, borders, section rules, and director strip labels use crisp readable dark-gray ink, medium contrast, and small-but-readable type; panel interiors stay lighter, sparse, and mostly uncolored. Use subtle air-current, blade-line, and orbit-ring motifs outside panels. Put panel numbers, beat names, and lens tags only in header strips outside panels. Avoid overly faint hairlines, bold outlines, thick contour lines, solid filled silhouettes, black ink look, dark print effect, facial detail, hair strands, fabric folds, material rendering, dense cloud texture, feather detail, prop texture, scenic micro-detail, tonal modeling, messy sketch buildup, crosshatching, heavy shading, saturated color, labels, arrows, captions, UI, ghost poses, duplicate bodies, technical overlays, and finished concept-art rendering inside panels. [CONTINUITY] P01 is the active geography panel: C1 dives from upper-left and C2 rockets up from lower-right above the cloud deck, with a central cloud pillar as anchor. Keep C1 entering from left/high and C2 from right/low until the converging dive; make the sequence feel dense through mist furrows, old spark drift, wing states, X-shaped tears, delayed impact rings, and vapor lines, not duplicate bodies. [DIRECTOR STRIP] Bottom visual infographic strip aligned to panel columns, with exactly two stacked mini-cells per panel: RHYTHM TRACK as clean outlined horizontal rhythm blocks and ESCALATION MAP as clean outlined L1-L5 bars with a curve trace. Use crisp thin strokes, spacing, and compact open graphic shapes; keep labels small but readable. No camera path, action path, state track, paragraph cells, timestamps, arrows, icons, dark filled blocks, or color legend. RHYTHM TRACK CELL LABELS: RHY P01: burst / short block / whip beat; RHY P02: burst / short block / clean beat; RHY P03: impact / short block / smash beat; RHY P04: burst / short block / whip beat; RHY P05: build / medium block / match beat; RHY P06: burst / short block / clean beat; RHY P07: impact / short block / smash beat; RHY P08: burst / short block / whip beat; RHY P09: burst / short block / whip beat; RHY P10: build / medium block / match beat; RHY P11: burst / short block / whip beat; RHY P12: final hit / short block / smash beat ESCALATION MAP CELL LABELS: ESC P01: L3 rise / rise; ESC P02: L3 rise / rise; ESC P03: L4 surge / spike; ESC P04: L4 surge / spike; ESC P05: L4 surge / rise; ESC P06: L4 surge / spike; ESC P07: L5 peak / spike; ESC P08: L5 peak / unresolved; ESC P09: L5 peak / spike; ESC P10: L5 peak / rise; ESC P11: L5 peak / spike; ESC P12: L5 peak / unresolved [SEQUENCE] Grid: 12 panels, AUTO 4x3 preferred; use small header strips outside panels with `P## / lens / beat name`; P01 / 24mm wide / active attack lane: C1 dives from upper-left as C2 rockets up from lower-right, both mist trails already carving the attack lane; P02 / telephoto / near-miss cross: both cross before contact, wing tips shredding two cloud ribbons as swords reset; P03 / 35mm orbit / stretched clash: blades hit at center, sparks travel outward before both snap back into motion; P04 / handheld close / rising combo: C1 rolls under into a three-hit combo while C2 parries high, middle, high; P05 / overhead / spiral exchange: both corkscrew down one cloud tunnel, blades crossing on opposite sides; P06 / 50mm / wing slip counter: C2 folds one wing inside C1's wide cut and counters twice at arm's length; P07 / 24mm wide / delayed triple pass: both hook back and cross three times through one X-shaped tear, each pass adding spark seams; P08 / 35mm orbit / circular combo: C1 rushes from foreground left as C2 spins back, sparks circling the camera; P09 / 85mm / close ricochet: they scrape face-close past each other, blades ricocheting four times while old sparks drift behind; P10 / 24mm vertical wide / upward ladder: tiny silhouettes climb a cloud column while fast parries shed falling sparks; P11 / 35mm orbit / converging dive: both fold wings from high-left and low-right, sword tips aimed at one point; P12 / telephoto to wide / delayed final recoil: crossed blades collide, sparks expand, then both fighters arc past through ruptured mist. --- Seedance 2.0 Prompt: Read @[image1] as the duel map: order, placement, flight direction, blade contacts, mist tears, spark states, and screen geography. Keep staging; render finished cinematic anime, not storyboard art. Use @[image2] for C1 and @[image3] for C2 as final identity authority: face, body, wardrobe, wings, swords, materials, proportions, and likeness; storyboard figures are proxies. VISUAL STYLE: High-speed cinematic anime aerial sword duel above sunlit clouds. Layered micro-actions, overlapping parries, delayed impacts, persistent mist/spark trails, violent orbits, whip-pan passes, jet-fast wing dives, cloud spirals, sakuga impacts, hard rim light, and no glow beyond sparks and air pressure. AUDIO: No background music or score. Use only diegetic high-altitude wind, wing cracks, blade chatter, parry rings, spark snaps, cloth snaps, breath cuts, cloud rush, and delayed pressure booms after fighters move on. ENVIRONMENT: Open sky above layered clouds with hard sun rim light, drifting cloud pillars, torn mist trails, and spark rain marking every pass. EMOTIONAL GUIDANCE: C1 and C2 are already attacking in the first frame, escalating through impossible-speed combo chains until the final strike rips them past each other. BEATS: P01: 24mm wide, C1 dives from upper-left while C2 rockets up from lower-right, both blades already drawn through mist trails that carve the attack lane; wing rush, rising wind. P02: telephoto, they cross before contact, missing by inches as wing tips shred two cloud ribbons and both swords reset for the return line; air crack, cloth snap. P03: 35mm fast orbit, first center clash hits blade-to-blade, impact stretching as sparks travel outward before both snap into motion, C1 driving left-to-right and C2 forcing back; metal shriek, delayed boom. P04: handheld close orbit, C1 rolls under into a three-hit rising combo while C2 parries shoulder, ribs, and head line in one continuous blur; breath cuts, blade chatter. P05: overhead, both corkscrew down a vertical cloud tunnel, trading rapid left-right slashes on opposite sides of the same spiral path; roaring drop, staccato steel. P06: 50mm near-body, C2 folds one wing inside C1's wide cut and answers with a tight two-hit counter at arm's length, sparks skidding across both guards; wing snap, close scrape. P07: 24mm wide, they explode from the cloud wall, hook back, and cross three times through one X-shaped mist tear, each pass adding a spark seam and late pressure thump; triple boom, spark rain. P08: 35mm aggressive 360 orbit, C1 rushes from foreground left while C2 spins backward, both blades clashing in a circular combo that wraps around the camera; steel rattle, wind shear. P09: 85mm compressed, they scrape face-close past each other, blades ricocheting four times from chest line to head line while older sparks still drift behind them; hard rings, rapid breaths. P10: 24mm vertical wide, both launch upward through a cloud column, tiny silhouettes parrying so fast falling sparks draw a ladder below them; climbing rush, rapid pings. P11: 35mm orbit dive, they fold wings and drop from high-left and low-right, sword tips drawing two vapor lines into one collision point; vacuum pull, blade hiss. P12: telephoto to wide shock pullback, final strike tears through center, crossed blades collide, sparks expand, then both fighters recoil past through ruptured mist before thunder catches up; trailing steel.

Your national anthem tells you what to do. The hell you think 4rm the citizens and form the battalions means? Blood watering your furrows? It’s not exactly a subtle song

I love it how everytime jay raises his eyebrows and ni-ki furrows his eyebrows (⁠=⁠^⁠･⁠ｪ⁠･⁠^⁠=⁠) •᷄ɞ•᷅

While the left-libs undertake cooperative farming in India's propaganda fields, the right-wingers, barring honourable exceptions, tend to leave their ilk to plough their lonely furrows in its intellectual farms, and that tells. If proof were ever needed, here's a substantive one.

Sounds right....those air filled tires made the nicest furrows & were great down the rd....just immpossible to keep air in em all!!!