One time I was walking home when a very mean robber approached me. He pulled out a sharp knife and said "Give me all your money, punk! And your phone, too!" I began to comply as I didn't want any trouble, but as I handed him my phone, my thumb unlocked it and the robber was face to face with the handsome dimpled smile on my lockscreen. Seeing the glimmer of awe in his eyes, I said to the robber, "That's Mark Lee. He's in the musical groups NCT 127, NCT U, NCT Dream, NCT Jop, NCT Superpoopoopeepee, NCT Sperm, NCT ABC, NCT XYZ, NCT KFC, NCT KBS, and GOT7! Would you like to learn to jop with me, sir?" Speechless, the robber could do nothing but nod his head enthusiastically. Day and night, he and I practiced tirelessly, honing our choreography until we were perfectly in sync. Now you might think the story ends there, dear reader, but you'll surprised to hear that the robber and I popped up in the public eye again many months later – this time, when the two of us debuted together as 5-member girl group NewJeans!
Why did riot make the new prestige shaco a Twink?
You know why, imagine you're strolling through the jungle on graves, suddenly you step into a trap and hear a light melodic laugh, angry you look towards it and it's that sneaky little Twink! You chase after him your huge throbbing health bar barely even dented despite his ap centered build, realizing his tiny little (level) 6 can't stand up to your gigantic (lvl) 9 you catch him by the throat and blast him 3 no 4 times with your huge double barrelled "shotgun" filling his insides with potent hextech pellets, you both let out a groan as you fill him full with your gun's load and drop his limp body as you go to take his red buff
Dude, Rosalina is one of the deepest characters in Mario, she was orphaned at a young age, got lost in space where she became the emotionally closed off mother figure to the lumas and a gaurdian of the universe and eventually met Mario where she finally let herself live a semi-normal life having fun with Mario and his friends, if that's "cringe, bland and boring" to you, you either are taking an overly serface level look at the character or are just making up a reason to hate her or something.
Obviously for XP its fine, but think about it in the context of the game universe for a moment.
This woman Amy hires you as a contractor to fix peoples homes. She provides no supplies, no transportation, and most importantly NO PAY.
You are literally providing her with free supplies and labor while she gets to keep the money from the contracts.
The only thing you receive as a reward is essentially company scrip where you can buy back some of the supplies YOU USED TO DO THE CONTRACTS.
SUDO I'M DELETING GNU+LINUX!😭👋🐧
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If you get
0 Back: you use proprietary BSD 🚫🚫👿
3 back: you're an Ubuntu user☁️💦
5 back: you're a kernel developer😽👼🏿💦
10+ back: Stallman!😛😛💕💕💦👅👅
I am autism. I'm visible in your children, but if I can help it, I am invisible to you until it's too late. I know where you live. And guess what? I live there too. I hover around all of you. I know no color barrier, no religion, no morality, no currency. I speak your language fluently. And with every voice I take away, I acquire yet another language. I work very quickly. I work faster than pediatric aids, cancer, and diabetes combined And if you're happily married, I will make sure that your marriage fails. Your money will fall into my hands, and I will bankrupt you for my own self-gain. I don't sleep, so I make sure you don't either. I will make it virtually impossible for your family to easily attend a temple, birthday party, or public park without a struggle, without embarrassment, without pain. You have no cure for me. Your scientists don't have the resources, and I relish their desperation. Your neighbors are happier to pretend that I don't exist-of course, until it's their child. I am autism. I have no interest in right or wrong. I derive great pleasure out of your loneliness. I will fight to take away your hope. I will plot to rob you of your children and your dreams. I will make sure that every day you wake up you will cry, wondering who will take care of my child after I die? And the truth is, I am still winning, and you are scared. And you should be. I am autism. You ignored me. That was a mistake.
Family: And to autism I say: I am a father, a mother, a grandparent, a brother, a sister. We will spend every waking hour trying to weaken you. We don't need sleep because we will not rest until you do. Family can be much stronger than autism ever anticipated, and we will not be intimidated by you, nor will the love and strength of my community. I am a parent riding toward you, and you can push me off this horse time and time again, but I will get up, climb back on, and ride on with the message. Autism, you forget who we are. You forget who you are dealing with. You forget the spirit of mothers, and daughters, and fathers and sons. We are Qatar. We are the United Kingdom. We are the United States. We are China. We are Argentina. We are Russia. We are the Eurpoean Union. We are the United Nations. We are coming together in all climates. We call on all faiths. We search with technology and voodoo and prayer and herbs and genetic studies and a growing awareness you never anticipated. We have had challenges, but we are the best when overcoming them. We speak the only language that matters: love for our children. Our capacity to love is greater than your capacity to overwhelm. Autism is naïve. You are alone. We are a community of warriors. We have a voice. You think because some of our children cannot speak, we cannot hear them? That is autism's weakness. You think that because my child lives behind a wall, I am afraid to knock it down with my bare hands? You have not properly been introduced to this community of parents and grandparents, of siblings and friends and schoolteachers and therapists and pediatricians and scientists. Autism, if you are not scared, you should be. When you came for my child, you forgot: you came for me. Autism, are you listening?
