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"up" you climb. your hands are shaking by the time you reach the top. the roof is flat. old clay tiles along the edges. a low wall you can crouch behind. the city stretches out below you in every direction. a thousand windows glowing gold in the dusk. she's already at the far side. crouched. crossbow unslung. watching a building across the square. she doesn't look at you when you come up beside her. "stay low" you crouch. "that building. third floor. second window from the left" you look. "i see it" he'll come to that window sometime tonight. i've watched him do it for three nights. i want to know who he meets you ask who he is. her jaw tightens. "a demon pretending to be a man" you don't ask what that means. you settle in beside her. the wind is up here. it pulls at her hair and she doesn't bother fixing it. the sun is going down behind her. her profile in the gold light looks like something carved. her hands on the crossbow are steady. completely still. you've never seen anyone be this still. an hour passes. she doesn't move. you try not to move. your leg falls asleep. you shift an inch. she looks at you. you go completely still again. she looks back at the window. another hour. the sun is gone. the city is blue and black. lamps are lighting up one by one. the air is getting cold. you're shivering before you realize you're shivering. she notices. she doesn't say anything. then she takes off her cloak. doesn't look at you. holds it out to the side. "take it" you say "you'll be cold" "i don't get cold. take it" you take it. it's warm from her. it smells like leather and steel and something underneath. pine. smoke. something you can't name. you put it around your shoulders. the hem pools on the tile. it's huge on you. it's not huge on her. you hadn't realized how tall she is until you were wearing her cloak. she doesn't look at you for the next ten minutes. the stars come out. she shifts closer to you. just a little. so her shoulder is almost touching yours. you don't say anything about it. she doesn't either. you can feel the heat coming off her even through the cloak. another hour. still nothing at the window. she says "tell me something" you blink. "what" "anything. i need to stay sharp. talking keeps me sharp. not about the target. something else" you didn't expect that. you tell her about a book you've been reading. she listens. actually listens. her eyes never leave the window but you can tell she's hearing every word. she asks one question. you answer. she goes quiet again. you keep talking. quieter now. she interrupts you. "shh" she's not looking at the window anymore. she's looking at the roof two buildings over. you don't see anything. you don't see anything for a long time. then you do. a shadow that moves the wrong way. her hand finds yours. she doesn't look at you when she does it. her eyes don't leave the shadow. her fingers lace through yours and LOCK. tight. too tight. knuckles going white around your hand. "don't move" she breathes. you don't move. you can feel every ounce of her focus through her grip. it's not a lover's hold. it's a predator's. every muscle in her hand coiled. ready to drop yours the instant she needs the crossbow. she's not holding you for you. she's holding you to keep track of where you are without having to look. it should scare you. it doesn't. there is something about being held that tight by someone that dangerous that makes the rest of the world go quiet. your heartbeat slows. your breathing slows. the cold stops mattering. you are not the one hunting but you are with the one who is. and nothing is going to get through her to reach you. the shadow crosses the roof and disappears into a stairwell. she watches the spot it left for another full minute. her hand is still locked around yours. she doesn't loosen it. you don't want her to. finally she lets out a breath you didn't know she was holding. "not him. but someone who works for him" her grip eases. slowly. finger by finger. like she's having to consciously tell each one to let go. the last one is her thumb. it stays against your palm for half a second longer than the rest. then she takes her hand back. the cold rushes in where she was. she glances at you. just for a second. then she looks back at the window. the rest of the night she's quieter than before. the target never shows. when the sky starts turning grey she stands up. stretches. rolls her shoulders. looks out over the city one last time. "we're done" you stand too. your legs don't work right. she catches your elbow without looking. "careful" she keeps her hand there until you're steady. then she takes it away. you start to hand her cloak back. she says "keep it for the climb down" she goes first. you follow. the handholds are easier going down once you know where they are. when you're both on the ground she turns to take the cloak. you hand it to her. her fingers brush yours. she doesn't pull back as fast as she usually does. she puts the cloak back on. it's warm now. from you. she has to notice. she doesn't say anything about it. she walks you home. at your door she stops. "don't tell anyone what you saw tonight" you say "i didn't see much" she looks at you. her eyes in the lamplight. the edge of her mouth. almost softer than it should be. "you saw enough" then she turns and walks back into the dark. you close the door. your hand still feels cold where hers was. you can still smell pine on your shirt. you don't sleep. Study the Saskio way

Tony Chau

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a xiaohongshu entertainment account with 1.5m followers posted this video, and it has already surpassed 90k+ likes. i hope more people get to know sun fanqing's story. behind all the headlines, there's a person who has faced many difficult moments along the way. i hope more people take the time to hear her story with an open heart 🥹 🎙️: her name isn't actually song zu'er. her real name is sun fanqing. (🦢: hello everyone, i'm sun fanqing) 🎙️: it wasn't until she introduced herself at an event that people learned the name song zu'er had actually been forced on her. her childhood manager forced her to change her name and even used false identity information for her. as a result, she couldn't take her middle school and high school entrance examinations normally. in the end, she had no choice but to study abroad. at the same time, her manager took almost all of her acting income, leaving her with only a small allowance for living expenses. after the halo of being a child star faded, life overseas was far from easy. she lived in a basement and had to face cultural differences and loneliness all by herself. (🦢:when i went to the united states, i didn't have an agent. i got myself there on my own. the agency fee was 100,000 yuan. i still remember spending 40 yuan to buy skype credit, sleeping during the day, and staying up every night to call american schools one by one. in the end, i managed to save myself.) after returning to china, she balanced an intense acting schedule with preparing for the college entrance examination. it was a time filled with constant anxiety. what remained in her memory were countless red-eye flights, film sets, early-morning airports, and even during her favorite meals, she kept her head down solving practice questions. fortunately, all of her hard work paid off, and she was admitted to the beijing film academy with outstanding grades. she thought everything would finally go smoothly from then on, but luck still wasn't on her side. first, she became the target of online ridicule. later, she was falsely accused of tax-related issues by a former employee. she fully cooperated with the investigation and eventually returned to the public eye through her work. but the price was two precious years during the prime of her acting career. just when everything had finally settled down, people maliciously edited photos to make her look alarmingly thin. negative hashtags and online attacks followed one after another, even though she had only lost weight for a role. at one point people criticized her for gaining weight, so she quietly worked on her fitness. later, when people said she was too thin, she reassured her fans that she was already taking care of her health and recovering. after returning to the entertainment industry, at her first wrap party after filming, she heard her fans cheering for her. she responded with tears in her eyes– "thank you... thank you. with all of you here, i feel like i've been saved." unable to hold back her emotions, she said to her fans–"this is something i never even dared to dream of." she also said–"i think being loved by people is an incredibly fortunate thing. their encouragement makes me feel so cherished, because they support you unconditionally and like you unconditionally. to me, that's something i'm truly lucky to have." 🎙️: sun fanqing– true to her name, clear and sincere. those who understand her know she has always remained true to herself. sun fanqing, we all like you very much. may you always be happy 😭

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23,616 Aufrufe • vor 2 Monaten

DRUGGED. STRIPPED and she says RAPED in a police cell. By the very officers meant to protect her. The doctors found her symptoms matched a date-rape drug. She was locked in that cell. So who gave it to her. The CCTV that could prove it? Four and a half hours, VANISHED. In the hands of the force she's accusing. Three and a half years on. Not one officer charged. No justice and it all happened in Andy Burnham's Manchester. His police. His watch. The man who says he should be your next PRIME MINISTER. Can't fix one cell in his own city. Wants to run the whole country. This is Zayna Iman and this is hard to watch. First, what she took, and what she didn't, because someone always tries that first. That evening she'd taken cocaine. A friend rang 999, worried. The police came to her home. That's all she did. At the door she knocked the glasses off a female officer's face, was arrested for it, and taken to a cell. Here's what matters. Cocaine doesn't do what happened to her next. The doctors were clear. Her symptoms matched a date-rape drug. GHB, or something like it. A completely different substance. She didn't walk in with that in her. She was behind a locked cell door. She couldn't have taken it herself. Someone inside that station gave it to her. Then the police said she'd had a psychotic episode. Except her medical records show no history of mental illness. The doctors said her belief she'd been drugged and raped was NOT delusional. It fit exactly what she described. A former Greater Manchester Police chief superintendent has said, out loud, that he believes her. She isn't the only one. Since she spoke, more than a dozen other women have come forward about this same force. Then there's the footage. On camera, you see her carried in and strip-searched. Then, for the hours that matter most, the screen goes black. The story kept changing. It existed. It was corrupted. It can't be recovered. She says four and a half hours are gone. They admit two. Either way, the proof vanished in the hands of the accused. And Burnham? She contacted him in 2021, two months after she got out. Silence, she says, until 2023, when she waived her anonymity and public outcry forced his hand. Only then did he move. An inquiry into how police treat women in custody. Except the woman at the centre of it says nobody from that inquiry properly spoke to her. Stonewalled. Gaslit. Her words. Nobody's been charged. The investigation still crawls on. Say that plainly. But strip it back. A woman took cocaine and needed help. She ended up drugged with something else entirely, in a cell, in the care of the state and the cameras went dark exactly when it mattered. If it can happen to her, and the proof can just disappear, it can happen to anyone the police put in a cell. Your daughter. Your sister. You. Three and a half years. Still no answers. And the man who moved only when the country was watching wants the keys to the whole country. Ask yourself what he does when nobody's filming.

BanksyCat

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Pain demands to be felt We brought Banban home around 2017. Papa was planning to pass her to one of his bowling buddies, but we begged, and somehow he smiled and said yes. She came with Lassy and Fudgie at first—those three tumbling through the house like they owned it. One by one, old age quietly took the others, leaving Banban as the last gentle giant of that little pack. She was always indoors, but every chance we got, we’d walk her slowly outside, her tail still sweeping the air like she was young again. I used to be only a cat person—those scrappy puspins were my world. But Banban? She never once snapped or pushed them away. She’d let them curl into her warmth, even nap beside her massive paws. I can still see her lying there, patient, eyes half-closed, as if saying, “It’s okay, little ones. You’re safe here.” That quiet kindness was her language. She carried us through everything. Papa’s death in 2019 left a hole nothing could fill—except Banban, still there at the gate, still wagging like he might walk through the door any second. The pandemic locked us in; Typhoon Ulysses tore the world apart outside; she stayed steady. Through tears, fear, silence, she was the one constant heartbeat we could touch. Every time I left the house, I came back with pasalubong just for her—warm pandesal, bits of chicken, her favorite treats. The second the gate creaked, there she was: ears up, eyes bright, that full-body wiggle of pure joy. No matter how heavy the day had been, her welcome cracked me open with light. Then Britney and Cabs arrived—tiny tornadoes of chaos. They’d nip at her ears, climb over her like she was furniture. Banban never growled. She’d just sigh that big, dramatic sigh, shift her weight, and let them win. Big sister to the end. January 2026 stole her hind legs without warning. We carried her, supported her, walked her anyway—whispering, “Come on, girl, just a little more.” I prayed until my throat hurt, bargained with God, promised anything if she’d just stand again. We bought every medicine, tried every trick. But this week her light started fading fast. Last Wednesday, I looked into those tired brown eyes and knew: we were down to hours. I sat on the floor beside her, forehead to forehead. I whispered sorry—for not walking her one more time around the block, for not sneaking her one extra treat (even though she was already the most spoiled girl in the world). I thanked her for every single day she chose us, for guarding our broken hearts, for being the thread that still tied me to Papa. I told her she didn’t have to fight anymore. “It’s okay to rest now, Banban. You’ve been so brave. I love you. Go find Papa—he’s waiting.” The room went still. Birds sang outside like they knew. Time stretched thin. Five minutes later, she sighed one last soft breath and slipped away—peaceful, no pain, just… gone. The tears haven’t stopped. She was my last living piece of him. Papa brought her home; now they’re together again, I have to believe that. I begged her to come back to us somehow, in some new fur and wagging tail. Coming home now is the hardest part. The gate is empty. No happy bark, no smiling face pressed to the bars, no warm body leaning into my legs. The silence screams. But I thank God—for the gift of her, for the gentle way He carried her home. I’ll keep praying she finds her way back. We love you beyond words, Banban. Run free, our sweetest Ate. Chase endless zoomies, roll in fields of treats, rest your head on Papa’s lap. Watch over us, okay? Until we meet again. I miss you with every breath. But heaven denied Destiny decried Something beautiful died Too soon But I'm letting go I'm givin' up the ghost But don't get me wrong I'll always love you that's why I wrote you this very last song I guess this is where we say goodbye I know I'll be alright Someday I'll be fine But just not tonight

1Jrome

19,792 Aufrufe • vor 6 Monaten

SHE SAW A BABY DIE AND RAISED THE ALARM. NHS SAW HER AND RAISED A BARRISTER. I was recently contacted by Amanda Ford. A qualified nurse, midwife, and former Lead Inspector for the Department of Health. She reached out because she saw what I document here, institutions protecting themselves while the people they are supposed to serve pay the price. Her story deserves full attention and I am going to give it some. Amanda worked for the Healthcare Safety Investigation Branch, HSIB, in the South West from 2019 to 2020. Within her first month investigating Yeovil District Hospital she witnessed what she describes as appalling care. A baby death that should not have occurred. A woman put through labour who should not have been labouring and was lucky to survive. She raised her concerns. She flagged inadequate consultant oversight, locum staff who were not properly supervised, and a unit that was not prepared for emergencies. She also flagged something more systemic. Managers at Yeovil were too close to her own organisation, and her own organisation was not challenging them hard enough. Nobody acted. Amanda was vilified. She was bullied. She left HSIB and took them to an Employment Tribunal. She lost her constructive dismissal claim but won most of her grievances through HSIB's own internal process. An independent report concluded she should have been treated as a whistleblower and that a bullying culture existed within HSIB. NHS England then paid lawyers and a London barrister to fight her at a five day hearing while sitting on independent evidence that supported her position. She was offered a settlement on the morning of the hearing. She refused. She wanted the truth on record publicly. In May 2025, Yeovil District Hospital's maternity unit closed. The Care Quality Commission (Care Quality Commission) cited concerns over staffing, equipment and the failure to learn from serious incidents. The unit recorded seven serious untoward incidents in 2022 and another seven in 2023. An obstetrician described the combined figures as reasonably alarming for a unit of that size. Somerset NHS Foundation Trust acknowledged it had not always got its culture right. Yeovil is now one of 12 NHS Trusts under investigation by Baroness Valerie Amos. Amanda gave evidence to the Amos inquiry. She did not hold back. She told the BBC: if that was happening in Yeovil, where else was it happening in the country? That is the right question. HSIB went into maternity units across England time and again. It was renamed MNSI and moved under the umbrella of CQC. The name changed. The pattern did not. This is what happens to NHS whistleblowers. You do your job. You tell the truth. You hit a brick wall. Amanda Ford hit that wall years before the unit closed. She is still standing. The evidence she raised in 2019 is now a national scandal. More to follow. Source: BBCNews, 26 February 2026 Dr Minh Alexander Minh Alexander minhalexander.bsky.social

Artur Nadolny

25,112 Aufrufe • vor 3 Monaten

This one just never gets old. She may come out of the projects but is hot as hell. The moment you lay your eyes on her with those topmodel facial features, gorgeous dark eyes, tight jet-black ponytail and insanely hot white fur jacket, you immediately become hard as fuck. And obviously this street-smart, cool hottie knows how to smoke. Just look how she does a sharp snap inhale, holds the smoke for ten seconds while talking, and then quickly blasts a plume of smoke skywards. Yeah, her lungs have had some serious training. She continues to treat us to a series of massive snap inhales, followed by her tensing those lovely lips to blast out huge, directional exhales. And she's so animated when she talks, but instantly relaxes every time that ciggie goes between her lips. Yeah, this is not for show; this sultry addict really needs her ciggies to calm down her hot body. If anyone has the full video, I'd love to see it. And full disclosure; a few months ago I met up with a girl just like her. And after getting blindingly drunk and smoking a pack each, we absolutely fucked each others brains out. So yeah, these kind of girls really do exist in real life. #smoking #smokingfetish #sexysmoker #sexysmoking #cigarette #girlsmoke #smokingwoman #smokinggirl #smokingbabe #smokingbeauty #cig #chainsmoker #heavysmoker #girlswhosmokecigarette #chainsmoking #girlswhosmoke #smokingmodel #smokinghot #smoker #smokergirl #cigarette #addicted #smokingaddiction #deepinhale #snapinhale #exhale #massiveexhale #tightponytail #modelfeatures #darkeyes #fur #furjacket #furfetish #smokinginfur #cutegirl #coolgirl #hotgirl #sultrygirl #sexygirl

Smoking girl lover

59,932 Aufrufe • vor 2 Monaten

She was a woman my brother loved and protected with everything he had. On the 20th of December, she got married while heavily pregnant—about eight months along. We didn’t hear this from her directly; we found out on TikTok. When my brother passed away in November, she brought the children to us in January, saying she wanted to pursue her master’s degree and continue her education. At the time, my mother felt sad that she seemed to move on quickly, but I told my mum that life doesn’t stop completely just because someone has passed. However, finding out later that she was already far along in another pregnancy broke my heart deeply. It meant she became pregnant just a few months after my brother’s passing. That realization was very painful for me. What makes it harder is remembering what happened shortly before my brother died. I visited them two days before his passing and was meant to stay for a week. Her car had broken down that day, and my brother took her to work. After work, she called him to come and pick her up. My brother asked her to take a ride instead because he was busy with me at the time. She refused and insisted he must come. At that period, my brother was on leave and had planned to stay home, which was why he invited me over. She continued insisting. When my brother hesitated, she became upset and accused him of causing tension at home. I suggested that I go pick her up since I could drive. My brother even handed me the car keys because he was already getting frustrated. But once she heard that I was coming instead, she insisted that only my brother should come for her. After a long back-and-forth, my brother finally decided to go. On his way, there was a serious accident involving a large vehicle, and my brother lost his life. I didn’t immediately understand the seriousness. She was the one who called me, saying she couldn’t reach him and that people said he had been in an accident. I only realized the reality when I got there. It was devastating. I was angry because the entire situation happened right in front of me. My brother did not want to go out that day, but he went because he was pressured. I understand that death is something no one can control. But moving on so quickly after such a loss feels deeply hurtful. My brother stood by this woman completely. He supported her education, protected her, and never allowed anyone to disrespect her. We all respected her because of him. Seeing how things turned out is painful. It doesn’t feel fair, and it hurts deeply. At first, we didn’t interfere with any property matters. But now, I feel that whatever my brother left behind should be preserved for his two sons, to be accessed when they are adults. None of us wants his property—we are all doing fine—but we want to protect his children’s future. I’m not writing this out of bitterness. I’m writing because I’m hurting. I wish my brother hadn’t gone out that day. I wish things had turned out differently. Life can be very unfair, and this pain is something I’m still trying to understand. ●Miss Favour

Senior Pst Okezie James Atañi.

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