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He was transported to Japan in 1995, wielding maxed-out animator skills and diving headfirst into the animation industry. Five years later, the new century began. At this time, Kyoto Animation was still an unknown small studio, Minami Sawa hadn't yet entered the animation industry, Gen Urobuchi had just finished his first game script, and Makoto Shinkai was still a wage slave at a game company… Having accumulated enough experience and connections, Tomohiko Hayashi finally gathered a group of people and founded his own animation company. A tiger unleashed, a new era began.

At the front desk of a women's health clinic in Seattle, I ran into my college ex, Rowan Fitzgerald, freshly back from his studies at Cambridge. Rowan's gaze dropped to the abortion appointment form in my hand, his brow furrowing. "Here alone?" "Where's the father?" Before I could explain, he looked away, his voice turning cold. "Never mind. Who you're with these days is none of my business." I ignored him and turned back to my phone, only to see a new post rapidly trending on my Reddit feed: [Urgent. Just ran into my ex-girlfriend at a clinic, about to get an abortion by herself.] [She dumped me five years ago with a single text. How should I get my revenge?]

En la recepción de una clínica de salud para mujeres en Seattle, me encontré con mi ex de la universidad, Rowan Fitzgerald, recién llegado de sus estudios en Cambridge. La mirada de Rowan bajó al formulario de cita para aborto en mi mano, frunciendo el ceño. "¿Estás aquí sola?" "¿Dónde está el padre?" Antes de que pudiera explicarle, apartó la mirada, su voz tornándose fría. "No importa. Con quién estés saliendo estos días no es asunto mío". Lo ignoré y volví a mi teléfono, solo para ver una nueva publicación que se volvía viral rápidamente en mi feed de Reddit: [Urgente. Acabo de encontrarme con mi ex novia en una clínica, a punto de hacerse un aborto ella sola.] [Me dejó hace cinco años con un simple mensaje de texto. ¿Cómo debería vengarme?]

À la réception d'une clinique de santé pour femmes à Seattle, j'ai croisé mon ex de l'université, Rowan Fitzgerald, tout juste revenu de ses études à Cambridge. Le regard de Rowan s'est posé sur le formulaire de rendez-vous pour un avortement dans ma main, son front se plissant. "Tu es seule ?" "Où est le père ?" Avant que je puisse expliquer, il a détourné le regard, sa voix devenant froide. "Peu importe. Avec qui tu es ces jours-ci ne me regarde pas." Je l'ai ignoré et me suis retournée vers mon téléphone, seulement pour voir un nouveau post qui devenait rapidement viral sur mon fil Reddit : [Urgent. Je viens de croiser mon ex-petite amie dans une clinique, sur le point de se faire avorter seule.] [Elle m'a quitté il y a cinq ans avec un simple texto. Comment devrais-je me venger ?]

The night before my wedding, I saw a post on the "r/offmychest" subreddit. The title read: "I slept with my fiancée's maid of honor, but I still love my fiancée. I need to get this off my chest." The post got straight to the point: "I'm getting married tomorrow. And I'm heading to meet the maid of honor right now." "To be honest, it's purely physical with the maid of honor. The one I truly love is my fiancée." "This arrangement works for everyone. I have needs my fiancée can't meet, but the maid of honor... she's uninhibited." "Besides, she's her best friend. She would never hurt her." From their professions and the story of how they met, right down to the wedding venue—I knew instantly. The poster was my fiancé, Joel. This former Ivy League star quarterback once declared he would give up the world for me. He’d proven his love with countless passionate nights and waited three long years before I finally said yes. For the seven years we were together, he had loved me with a devotion that bordered on obsession, just as he'd promised. So much so that he could never bring himself to unleash his rougher side on me. On a whim, I pulled up the security camera feed for the wedding venue. Under the floral arch where we were meant to exchange our vows, two naked bodies were writhing in the dark. Petals rained down with their violent movements. The tattoo of my name on Joel's chest and the ugly scar on Maya's back—a scar she’d gotten for me—were pressed together in a sickening display of irony.

Dunia impian para manusia yang tidak betah dengan dunia aslinya. Dunia yang membuat apapun, di manapun, dan kapanpun sesuatu itu bisa terjadi. Dunia yang tidak pernah dianggap nyata. Hari ini, Choi Jina, membuktikan bahwa dunia animasi itu nyata keberadaanya. Di umurnya yang ke 18 tahun, ia berpindah dimensi. Apakah yang akan terjadi? yuk simak ceritanya

Simi Yi, a Reddit aficionado whose sharp-tongued comments could rival a bard's wit, found himself and his brother Sima Kai transmigrated to a realm straight out of a bad fanfiction. As they navigated this new world, a voice boomed in their head, "You, who wield words like swords, now face a quest where your tongue won't save you!" With a dramatic flourish, the voice added, "But hey, I'm not all that bad; I threw in a cheat code(I think)for fun." The brothers exchanged a look that said, "Well, this is awkward," realizing that their Reddit karma had taken a literal twist into a realm of cultivation. this is my first work so forgive my mistakes. please do suggest what I can improve. English isn’t my first language.

Takdir tak bisa ditebak, akan kah sesuai dengan yang kita harapkan atau tidak ,takdir tidak pernah menanyakan mau atau tidaknya kita untuk menerimanya ,ia tidak memperdulikannya ,karena kita sebagai manusia hanya bisa berpasrah dan menjalani hidup ini sesuai skenario tuhan , dan percaya bahwa tuhan telah menyiapkan sesuatu kebahagiaan diakhir cerita hidup ini Semoga takdir ku sesuai dengan doaku -syaiduna halimah

In her previous life, she took the wrong "white lotus" script, causing her to die a miserable death. Heaven has let her live again, so she shouldn't have to suffer the hardships of her past life once more! Feng Moxi sheds her weakness from her previous life. Making a new choice, she must fight! There are monsters! Kill them! There are scumbags! Eliminate them! With her meager strength, she picks up a Heavy Sword and forges a difficult path forward. Unexpectedly, that arrogant and reckless person who caused her no small amount of trouble along the way eventually becomes a comrade-in-arms to whom she can entrust her back, a companion for life. The sky fills with darkness, the Demon People emerge! The Heavenly Dao returns. One day, Feng Moxi is leisurely roasting beast meat by the river. Chaoyang, having just finished fighting a demon beast, sees the crumbs on her lips and immediately leans in. "Want some?" Chaoyang dazedly nodded his head. Suddenly, a piece of burnt beast meat is stuffed into his mouth. Chaoyang pulls Feng Moxi into his embrace, gently brushes the corner of her lips with his hand, and says, "You're mine!" Apocalypse + Cultivation + Doting Boyfriend