Physique Stories

The world saw a Prince. The internet saw a target. ​Man is the pinnacle of batting perfection. He doesn't just score runs; he paints them. With a flawless technique and a soft-spoken humility that harks back to the legends of the game, he was supposed to be the nation's next great hero. He lived for the sound of the ball hitting the middle of his bat and the roar of a stadium in love. ​But in the digital age, love is a volatile currency. ​When a single bad series leads to a heartbreaking dismissal at ninety-nine, the pedestal Man was built upon begins to crack. Overnight, the "Prince" is stripped of his dignity. The same fans who cheered his centuries now weaponize his every feature. They mock his gentle voice as "weak," his lean physique as "frail," and his quiet dedication as "arrogance." ​As the trolling turns toxic, the harassment leaks beyond the boundary rope. His family becomes fair game, his gender identity is mocked in vile viral edits, and his private life is sexualized and dissected by millions of faceless critics hiding behind glowing screens. ​The Glass Century is a visceral exploration of the modern athlete's nightmare. It is a story about the heavy cost of a national jersey, the fragility of fame, and one man's struggle to find his voice in a world that is trying to scream it into silence.

Ceci n'est ni une fiction ni un roman mais plutôt une sorte de journal intime. J'y raconte mes expériences passés sur des sujets communs de la vie tel que les amours, les amis, l'apparence physique, le poids, première fois etc... Je vous partage les choix que j'ai fais et dont je suis plus ou moins fière. Aucun tabou, je parle de tout. Je ne suis personne si ce n'est une jeune fille de 18 ans qui aimerait que son histoire pour aider les plus jeunes en pleine remise en question ou les moins jeunes qui se sentent parfois seuls... Voici mon histoire.

𝒜𝓋𝑒𝒸 𝓊𝓃 𝒻𝑒𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒 𝓏𝒾𝓃𝒸, 𝑒𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒶𝓃𝑒̀𝓈𝑒, 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓏 𝒹𝓊 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒷𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓊 𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑒... 𝐸𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝒻 ! 𝒞𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝑒 !

Tout ça pour un physique..

Existe-t-il d'autres vies dans l'univers ? D'autres univers ?

Seoul, a city of lights and shadows. Jihoon, at the age of eight, lived in a world that seemed perfect to everyone around him. His mother, Eun-Ji, a celebrated actress, graced every screen, and his father, Seung-Ho, a renowned scientist, was respected for his groundbreaking research on the mysteries of human existence. But behind the walls of their luxurious home, Jihoon felt an overwhelming loneliness. He was different. He had known this ever since the day, during a schoolyard argument, he had touched another boy's hand and felt, like an electric wave, the deepest thoughts of that child flooding into his mind. Jihoon had a power. Unique, strange, and terrifying. His father, always immersed in his work, often told him: "The meaning of life, Jihoon, isn't given to you. It's built. And you have the ability to build something extraordinary." Those words, though inspiring, placed an immense weight on the boy's small shoulders. Jihoon began to feel a void he couldn't explain. Was it the shadow of his father? The distance of his mother? Or this power he didn't yet understand? Elsewhere in the city, Jae-Hyun, a boy his age, lived a very different life. Where Jihoon had luxury and security, Jae-Hyun had only coldness and rejection. He didn't know it yet, but their destinies were about to collide and change forever.

Heyy, ici je vous posterais des poèmes sur le harcèlement en général, qu'il soit scolaire, au travail, sexuel, mental etc...

This blog has covered the hottest and the sexiest bollywood actor of all time and their height and weight, respectively.

Vous vous posez de questions qui ne vont nulle part ? ☞ Pourquoi il y a des p'tits pandas dans les fibres optiques ? ☞ Comment se protéger efficacement d'un tir de pistolet laser ? ☞ Pourquoi Alben trouve les hologrammes de Palpatine et Mélenchon supernuls ? Vous êtes au bon endroit.

a normal man is dragged out of his quiet and normal life and into being a hitman for the mafia. he kills or he dies. not only does his life change. but also his mind slowly loosing itself

a book of poems about my life and my story

•À 90% des girls car les boys ne m'aiment pas je crois• ○Vous pouvez utiliser comme vous le voulez les physiques proposés○

This is just a short poem i made because i couldn't sleep. Honestly i'm not expecting anyone to even see this, in fact i only downloaded this app a few minutes ago and decided to throw together this poem. Yes, i know it's a mess - a beautiful mess :) This is basically a poem about a guy who kills his love, Why? i don't know, that is for you to decide ;) -Maybe it was the fault of love: he loved her so much it hurt him, haunting him. Thinking about her continuously, like a torturing maze he could never seem to escape, the only way out being to get rid of the cause of his love, her. -Or it might be because he wanted her all to himself. Selfishly killing her as a way to keep her all to him. He just couldn't handle the fear of loosing her to someone else.

Juste pour que vous puissiez les reproduire- Mais ne copier pas mes Oc's, ce sont MES créations.