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Just some random stuff, I think about. Most of the photos are mine. I'll post one chapter every day. Hope you'll like this little collection?

stuff about me for the stalkers

The four droogs - Alex, Pete, Dim, and Georgie - sit in a coffeeplace mesto and sip on some tea on a cold, wintry day. It's meant to take place possibly a year before the events of the film. - These characters belong to Anthony Burgess.

A young devotchka gets the attention of all 4 droogs of Alex's Gang and they all intend to make you theirs🥵

"Your Humble Narrator had his eyes on a certain cheena..." - I had a desire to write something in Nadsat and this was the result.

I ship Dim & Georgie as mostly best friends but with a bit of romantic tension in there and mixed up feelings & I could definitely see something like this happening in canon but it never being brought up and the both of them swearing never to talk about it and it was more of a heat of the moment deal. Pairing: Dim x Georgie [dimgie] - These characters belong to Anthony Burgess.

Kali is a nadsat ptitsa whose world changes forever after a brief encounter with Alex Delarge--a fellow nadsat from skolliwoll with a thing for ultra-violence--at the local moloko-plus mesto one nochy. Alex develops a strange fascination with her, and despite all of Kali's efforts she can't get the veck to leave her alone. (Inspired by Anthony Burgess's: A Clockwork Orange)

Alex is home sick and his three droogs pay him a caring visit. Super fluffy. Also, Basil.

In this, I choose certain films and discuss the meaning and significance of them. Films such as There Will Be Blood, Fight Club, Silence, A Clockwork Orange, Pulp Fiction, etc. hide incredibly deep meanings in them, and I want to unveil their secrets to you. If you'd like me to discuss a film of your choice, then tell me and I'll try my best to do it!

You have no freedom. You will obey. You are a slave. You will serve. You will smile. You will live to die. Welcome to Dystopia, mothertroopers. Merry Christmas!

Ich möchte die Gemüter von euch spalten sehen! Wer kann darüber urteilen was böse und gut ist? Vielleicht möchte man uns kontrollieren? Was werde ich mit diesem Gedicht euch dazu motivieren zu tun oder nicht? Ich sage nur „Wer weiß schon welche Gesetze gerecht sind. Man muss sie einmal brechen, damit sie gerecht sind. ‟