#63 year old smoke show

[burtlancster]

crazy thing to say when you look this fine

[strangegutz]

Hey what’s up, it’s just about midnight, here’s some information on CompanDroids and Eddie under the cut.

HEADS UP! Some mature/NSFW subject matter

Broad scope:

-CompanDroids were manufactured by Ramirez Robotics 83 years ago.

-They were created to be companions and caretakers, making them strong, soft, reliable, and people pleasers.

-There is a model for each letter of the alphabet, 13 male models and 13 females, alternating. For example, Eddie is a model E, his female counterpart would be the model F. Each pair “matches”

-Each model is based on a different celebrity, from actors, to models, to TV show hosts. For example, Eddie’s face-sake was a Mexican heartthrob actor, Navarro Riviera, and model F was a Mexican Miss Universe contestant.

-There were different cosmetic changes available for a handful of models in the form of hair colors or styles, particularly for those based on actors, styled after their various roles.

-ComDro’s were available in “Standard” and “Deluxe,” Deluxe packages allowed for more functionality, like eating, drinking, smoking, and for a few select models, sex.

-The contracts for these celebrities were murky, and many didn’t realize the full scope of how the androids would function or be used.

-Ramirez Robotics went under 20 years after the release of the CompanDroids (63 years before current)

-CompanDroids are extremely rare, as they were already very expensive, and now vintage.

-CompanDroids, as they are now, are more or less integrated into society as independent people, and mostly seen as an unusual novelty, though the greater public tends to only remember more salacious details about their functionality.

-They remain one of the most high tech inventions of all time.

Looking in:

-ComDro’s have their power bank located at the top of their spine. They run on electricity, and need to charge themselves via a port located on the back of their neck. Eddie has had himself outfitted with a nuclear battery, and has spares.

-They can get drunk or high, internal sensors detect the chemical composition of various substances and adjust function accordingly.

-They have a simulated heartbeat in the form of a faint vibration in the chest.

-A diagnostic panel is located in the left forearm, which has a screen, small keyboard, a few ports, and their serial number.

-The visible seam lines on their bodies are cosmetic, there are many more seams for access that are flush and hard to see.

-Standard models can upgrade to Deluxe models with a kit.

-Certain “involuntary” bodily functions, like becoming intoxicated, sweating, blushing, or arousal, can be manually controlled, or turned off all together by the android themself.

Eddie himself:

-Eddie was a pre-order, specifically picked to look like Navarro Riviera’s character, Sheriff DeLeon, in a romantic drama western.

-Eddie was originally a standard CompanDroid, but worked for and paid for his own upgrade kit as a free bot.

-Eddie’s serial number is E-013, he named himself after how his number would have read as a deluxe edition, ED-013

-He painted his eyes black the night he was “let go,” but didn’t swap to LED light eyes until later

-CompanDroids have feeling in their internal mechanics, Eddie finds the sensation pleasurable and erotic, though is very selective about who can touch his internals in any context.

-To avoid any uncomfortable situations, he toggles his “arousal” routines off during repairs or maintenance, but prefers to feel all sensations naturally otherwise.

-Being an old computer, Eddie is a bit “off” in the software, he is twitchy and violent, but is loyal and can be a great caregiver and people pleaser to his friends.

-Eddie’s CPU being overloaded will cause his voice to hitch and stutter like a computer’s audio would, as well as his eye LEDs flickering slightly. This would happen in an extreme stress situation, downloading large files of information, but most often when he climaxes in bed.

-Eddie has a very skewed sense of age, as he doesn’t age at all. He tends to always think of people having the same age and capabilities as when he met them, like continuing to see Zeki as a naive 23 year old.

I did not include every single one of my thoughts here but this is good enough for now I think! And if you have any explicit questions take them over to @strangeorganz !

[bluebutlikenotalways]

Will You Be Redesigning The Other Three Los Campeons?

I’ll answer these both at the same time!

1. I do want to, but like I don’t have as clear an idea for Fly, Pro and Rayo. (I do have a rule 63 design for Pro though because I think it’d be funny) Rayo’s might be out in the next…five months??? Who knows.

2. Just Hcs because you already know my fave (ik you send that ask to my main. A lot of folks don’t know it’s the same person lol)

LETS START WITH JR

Man does not sleep, because sleep is for the weak and he is always on that grind 💪 Because of this his ability to make choices is hindered (which is the only possible reason he chose not to let Sorpresa join the team I say jokingly) and it also gives him a shorter fuse, as if it wasn’t short enough.

He’s already got some anger issues from his father, but most of his fight outside of the ring are just gas so he’ll rarely start a physical fight.

Still trying his best to outgrow his father’s shadow, but his team is worried it’ll all go to his head instead. He is one to brag whenever things really go his way so the next step in his hero’s journey has better be humility

In his first match with Rayo he got his elbow broken and that was how Rayo got thrown out of his first club and why I draw Jr with a brace.

Nepo baby, like big time. He’s a rich kid and they all know it, but he tries not to flaunt his wealth. His father’s influence however…

Grew up around the ring and knew “Tío Blanco y Verde” before his father left that team. Hadn’t seen them in a long time, which is why he didn’t recognize either of their voices.

Used to love his fathers old movies until he realized just how big a legend he had to live up to, now it just makes him feel sick when he sees them knowing his dad was only a few years older than he was then when they were made and he had only just secured a main event. Not so fun feeling like you’ve fallen behind.

Refuses to touch alcohol or drugs of any kind so he doesn’t fuck up his body. His father started losing his shape when he started drinking more and smoking cigars, so he’s seen the road gone down before.

He’s gonna start wearing contacts eventually so he can play into his Dragon roll more.

Up next the grappling goth himself, Rayo X!

He is the second shortest.

This isn’t even a hc, I just wanted to show you their hight comparisons

He is not as physically strong as the others because he put more of his stats into agility and precision. Pressure points and the ability to use his opponents weight against them is key, but he’s still stronger than your average cat. Guy can throw a fully grown man over his head, what do you expect?

Autistic. HEAR ME OUT! Doesn’t like being touched by anyone, the only one who wrestles in gloves, hangs out in a quiet coffin and works better in the dark. “But that’s no-“ Just trust me bro.

He’s a little limp wristed, but you know. Happens to the best of us.

His character is a sullen goth who’s like this serious guy and kinda scary, but out of character he’s a little shit emo kid who’s starting to dwindle into scene.

Has an older brother, also cannon now I think, and isn’t really on the best terms with him. Still he got on great with his mother and his father used to take him to work and he’d hide in the coffins to try and scare his dad.

Isn’t intentionally rude, but does come off that way pretty easily so he just kinda ran with that when making a character. Because of this he dances on the edge between técnico and rudo, but still leans more towards face because he likes coming across as a hero.

When he was banned from every promotion and couldn’t find a job he ended up doing a few death matches. You’ll find a lot of scars under all that gear and he’ll no longer use thumb tacks if he can avoid it.

Mr Professional

Has a $tan Pines-ass backstory with him getting kicked out of his own home when he was young and having his kid sister run away so she could stick with himself

Where am I getting this?

I just like the drama I guess :)

Big personality in the ring, but is kinda timid outside of it. A little shy, but still good at talking with folks. He’s still more a party dog type of guy

I think he’d collect sweaters, sense were already ripping off the Pines family here, and tea, because once again this guy is pretty chill.

[tbh a masked wrestler would fit right into gravity fa//s if I’m being real)

Has a cat that he had to leave with his sister when he moved to Mexico and when he calls her he makes her turn on face time so she can talk to it DX

Still looking for a house and might end up moving in with Fly now that Sorpresa has moved out.

Knew Fly for a while before moving away and knew Sorpresa too, but never knew she worked as his valet because he thought she was his daughter.

If any of his team mates find themselves in a fight she will be the one to end it.

Cross dressing cowboy? Why not. He brought it with him to Mexico for some reason 😭

Tsetse Fly!

Met Sorpresa’s aunt first when he was teamed with her for a comedy act which neither of them wanted to be a part of. They ended up whipping their opponents so hard they were belt holders for a month before Sorpresa’s aunt was scouted by a woman’s wrestling promotion. She was going to stay with Fly, but he told her to take her chance when she had one so she moved on. To Fly’s surprise she kept in touch and she ended up steering her towards her sister so they could wrestle together instead.

He actually got really close with the Sorpresa family, so much so that he’s Sorpresa’s god father.

This man is a big pipe smoker. He used to sit outside, smoke and just stare at the clouds. When Sorpresa was younger she’s sit on the floor next to him and bug him till he taught her some of his moves.

He’s a ladies man, again cannon but you know, and is dating one of his ring girls. (I have Hcs for them too, but no names 😔) but it’s an open relationship because you can’t clip this fly’s wings XD

Because of his dwarfism he does have some health complications with his bone structure and his breathing, so he takes the great precautions of not giving a shit and it’s working apparently because he’s doing fine enough.

He’s not the step dad he’s the dad that stepped up🫡 Helped raise Sorpresa during her preteens to teenage years by “babysitting” (sneaking her into matches and buying her first beers) while her mother was busy and became her legal guardian the last few months before she turned 18. He was planning on finding her a job and a place to stay before moving up to the states but she insisted on coming with him and here they are! She did get tired of living with him though.

Did not realise he became a dad until everyone started calling Sorpresa his daughter.

And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for. The trickster of torture, the shocker of slaughter, the kick back of calamity

¡SORPRESA!

We have found the youngest! She has been training since she was popped out. Like this girl learned how to do a headlock before she could crawl and was beating her parents without them going easy on her when she was in her teens. She’s been ready to carry on her family’s legacy for a long time now.

If you’ve been around for a while you know what Hc I usually give my faves 😌

🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥🇿🇦💥

Afro Latina! Her mother is from Mexico and her father was from South Africa (Mzansi <3) but her father died when she was little so there’s not much to be said on him from her pov. She also doesn’t connect to her South African roots as much sense no one was there to help her learn them. (She’s Xhosa just in case you wanted to know)

There’s gonna be a great big lull between her helping to save a village of monsters and finding someone to sign her so, with some help from Rayo, she joins death matches. She was pretty good at both letting her nerves get the better of her, but it definitely took some getting used to. However she found herself pretty handy with a chain and if that failed she had her trusty bat! You’ll find her avoiding barbed wire at all costs tho 😞

She dropped out of high school at 16 to focus on wrestling and is very worried that she made the wrong choice

Her mother is in jail!

I think it would be funny if her cousins were punctuation themed. Like one of them was called like (google translate Spanish) “Pregunta?” And had a question mark on her head and so on. I think it’d be funny.

Speaking of cousins! She’s cousins with Ricochet! Mama Maniaca is one of her relatives that grew too far apart to wear her family mask.

Sorpresa has no idea what she’s doing but she’s doing it really well. She might not always be prepared for a situation, but she is great at coming up with solutions. You could even say this is the greatest plaaan-er. She’s quick on her feat and can roll with the punches easy.

Speaking of being quick, she is the fastest on the team, which was decided when she finally managed to take Rayo down lol.

Speaking or Rayo, tag team partners for life right there, hell she’s moving in with him with him! That’s her favourite person who isn’t family or dating. In other words, her best friend!

She and Jr had an on again off again relationship for a while until she finally sat him down and told him that unless it was going somewhere she wasn’t interested in all that drama. He stepped the fuck up after that.

She’s gonna usurp the role of leadership from Jr eventually. I can feel it in my knees. Either that or co- leaders. Rayo is only a little salty about it.

She is actually friends with the other valets. They would sneak her drinks because she was too young to buy them in the states (oh but back home it’s FINE! America’s drinking age is so dumb WHAT THW FUCK)

Despite knowing Pro for a few years they weren’t all that close, but now that they’ve started working together she’s enjoying his company a lot more than she thought.

The big part of her character is to be surprising, so whenever she’s in the ring she’ll do a lot of back stabbing. Her and her family are all rudos originally, but she’ll play técnico when she’s teaming. Being bad is just more fun.

Never let them know your next move.

If she was ever teamed with Fly she would have played big time into the comedy aspect to take the attention off Fly. We all know how he reacts when someone makes fun of him.

Here when she was younger she really wanted to be a dancer and she almost went down that route, until she met Fly and he showed her how wrestling was just like a more dangerous form of dance and she was hooked. Still enjoys dancing, going to a dance studio is still one of her favourite date spots.

Most of her strength comes from her core, so she’s good at staying stable in a fight, but she started strength training after the events of the movie to help her keep up with her team.

In one of her first matches she fought a woman who glued broken glass to the bottom of her boots and was very lucky not to lose an eye when she got kicked in the side of the head. Shes got some pretty wicked scars on the right side of her face now, but they’re hidden well enough under her mask. You can just see the one near her eye if it’s shits enough. (I haven’t draw it yet, so you won’t see it in my art 😔)

Despite being a really good wrestler she is the one with the most left to learn, but she’s getting there.

I have so many more but this post has gotten long enough. Thank you so much for the ask <3

[abeycnce]

walking through the picturesque streets of cardinal hill, you find ( reagan borges ), the ( 38 ) year old ( owner of just like heaven bakery ) originally from ( gloucester, ma  ). living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're ( loyal ) and ( sardonic ), but what you might not know is that they are a ( witch ), and that they’re hiding something… ― aubrey plaza, bisexual, woman, and she/her.

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&. BASICS

full name: reagan cara borges

age: thirty-eight

gender, pronouns, sexuality: cisfemale, she/her, bisexual

species: witch

job position: baker and owner of just like heaven bakery

&. MORE BASIC INFO

zodiac sign: cancer

mbti: intp - introverted (69%), intuitive (70%), thinking (64%) prospecting (58%) assertive (63%)

scars: various scars of unknown origin, most notably three faint scars on her left side and one one her wrist from the plane crash

secret talent: she's great and knot-tying and sailing

fears: flying

five + traits: loyal, charismatic, inventive, dedicated, protective

five - traits: sardonic, impulsive, cynical, stubborn, irreverent

pets: olive, a 7-year-old tan chow-retriever mix + macy, a 2-year-old red and white kooikerhondje, and lupe, a stray black cat that Reagan feeds

&. BACKGROUND

tw: death, family illness

well, you don't know me, but i know you.

the hand first visited reagan borges at an early age. in the quiet of a warm september night, it seeped around the doorjam and coiled beneath her bedframe, permeating every inch of what should have been a safe space. 

she had felt stirrings in her fingertips for months, ever since her eleventh birthday, but this was different. an unfamiliar disquiet settled across her shoulders, a cold restlessness that starkly contrasted the comforting warmth in her fingers. it felt sinister, and it had sunk its roots in her. 

and i've got a message to give to you.

then, just weeks later, an accident. her half-brother, george, twelve years her senior and fresh out of flight school, had loaded them up in his brand-new piper cherokee 140. he was eager to show her the skills he'd learned — "maybe one day we can see the world" — just like her hero, amelia earhart, had. 

so you better get ready. ready to go. 

from there, the rest is a blur. one moment the siblings were cruising down the runway, broad smiles on their faces, and the next, they were canting downwards, weightlessness tickling at their stomachs. each one walked away with their lives that day, though neither returned to normal. 

you can come as you are, but pay as you go.

reagan paid with her childhood. george had suffered a stroke, the spontaneous rupture of an artery causing him to have severe brain trauma, leaving his sister to face the daunting fragility of the human condition. he was unable to speak for months and, when he did, it was as the boy she knew had never existed.

this is the hand, the hand that takes.

the loss of her brother along with the sudden disappearance of the chill, unsettled the young girl. her mother, having grown up in a house filled with magic yet born non-magical, reassured her daughter that a spell hadn’t taken down her brother’s plane. it was a freak medical accident. that helped reagan sleep well enough, until… 

hello? this is your mother. are you there? are you coming home?

her name rang out over the crappy grocery store intercom – “reagan, we have a call for you on line one.” could she bring home a pack of hotdog buns? fourth of july, the annual family cookout. her mother was exhausted planning for it all, graveyard shifts at the hospital draining the last of her energy. at least the house was quiet enough for the woman to rest; her son had gone to live with his father, her husband was down at the docks, and her teenage daughter was at work. so busy, that the latter didn’t notice the chill seeping into her bones.

smoking or non-smoking?

it didn’t matter when or where reagan became aware of her unease. time stops having a meaning when met with such finality. when her bike came careening to a halt in the driveway sending the buns clattering to the ground, ash and soot were all that greeted her. someone cried out, a piercing, haunted sound. and then she was on the ground. 

the warm embrace of rough hands and the faint smell of the sea drew her back into her body, clearing her bleary eyes enough to find an explanation in matching brown irises.

neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night…

the fire rattled the close-knit community. fruit baskets were delivered daily to listless stares and halfhearted ‘thank you’s. most of the food went bad, spoiled due to the excess that poured in. the borges' were grateful, but lasagna held little interest when it symbolized the loss of a matriarch.

by the time the chill returned, reagan was ready. she pleaded for her father to remain home, to call in sick if he had to — they had to stay together, to stay safe. but what could he do? it was still early in the season and it wasn’t unusual for new england to have a chill in the air; it would be fine. the rain pelted the roof of their small apartment, the best he could afford on his meager income, and yet the tuna wouldn’t catch itself. his wife had left behind a sizable life insurance policy, but he insisted that reagan keep it for college; it was what her mother wanted. 

... shall stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

it took a week for his ship to wash in with the tide, scattered bits of hull and mast littering the beach. neighbors left wreaths at the fisherman’s memorial in the town square — a green-tinted bronze statue forged in honor of the souls lost at sea. where once reagan had ridden her bike around it, now she dodged the seafaring man and his wheel. 

cause when love is gone, there's always justice.

at fifteen, reagan nearly became a ward of the state of massachusetts. her parents had forgotten to update their wills after george’s accident and he was deemed unfit to take full custody. without an apparent next-of-kin, reagan was slatedto be delivered to the foster system.

it was by an unusual stroke of luck that a woman with oversized tinted glasses, a cherrywood cane, and a star-speckled navy coat called an emergency courthouse hearing. that was the first time reagan met her grandmother. 

the woman taught her about runes and sigils, protection spells, and bread. if a curse had taken hold, she would have to be crafty to evade it, thus the aleuromancer taught her recipes that incorporated mugwort, chamomile, and sage. lavender was reagan’s favorite herb, and she quickly became proficient at lavender-based muffins. 

and when justice is gone, there's always force.

by the time she moved out for college, she was seasoned in kitchen witchcraft. her grandmother suggested culinary school, however, the pragmatist in her knew that any pipedream of opening a bakery would require business know-how. it was a difficult four years, made worse by the near-constant jeers of her male peers who prodded at her eclectic dating history and penchant for crude responses. 

still, she graduated at the top of her class and learned to bare her teeth with the best of them. some professors argued she might have made a better lawyer than a businesswoman, but she had little desire to find herself back in a courtroom. so, she found a job at a startup in chicago and set to work. 

so hold me, mom, in your long arms. 

reagan never quite shook the desire to belong. all she had known was ripped away: her brother, her mother, her father, and the seaside town they once called home. her losses created a longing that could never quite be sated by the revolving door of partners she found herself with. she ended up in europe by accident, a surprise trip with a soon-to-be-ex partner gone awry after the extent of her aerophobia was revealed. regardless, it was an opportunity to experience the world, which she embraced with open arms. and that was how she landed in the arms of one scout proctor only a day before her ship was set to sail home.

scout was different, likeminded yet enough of a spitfire to match her energy and call her bluff. perhaps that should have been a sign that their conflicting beliefs of what life held for them would spell trouble, but they were already in too deep. reagan’s ship left without her, and so began the best four years of her life. 

in your automatic arms. your electronic arms.

the loss of her relationship caught the brunette off guard and shattered her sense of stability. in impulsive defiance, she visited her ex’s hometown. cardinal hill reminded her of her childhood and, when she saw the bakery was up for sale, she leapt at the opportunity. one could say she baked away her feelings, however, reagan would argue that she established a customer base through overzealous muffin handouts —this time with lavender and lemon zest—  and late-night recipe experimentation. now, she finds purpose in helping her customers and toying with new daily specials. those who areinterested can place custom orders for runes to be baked into their bread; if she can heed off her curse from touching the small town she's begrudgingly come to love, perhaps it wasn't all for nothing.

bold which habits your muse has

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

&. HEADCANNONS

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[roadtogracelandx45]

Baby, I Do| Austin Butler!Elvis

*This is a rewrite, I think that Sylvie forgave him to easily in the first verison of it. I like this one better. masterlist will come soon.*

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@thatbanditqueen

Baby, I Do 

Summary: Elvis has had enough of Sylvie being away, and he goes to New York before the night shows he was booked to do to get her back. And he is willing to do everything he can to get her back. Including offering the one thing they both always wanted. Marriage and a family. 

Volume 2 

Inspired by Prompt 63

“Well, you are coming home with me whether you like it or not.” + “Like what see?”

 Austin Butler!Elvis/ Sylvie  

Kind of what if. Instead of the colonel going to get Sylvie it’s Elvis 

*** 

1956

New York City 

4 months after Roberta successfully kicked Sylvie out of Graceland 

** 

Elvis could never understand why Sylvie wanted to be in a big, loud, smoke-filled city like New York. Memphis, he could understand because that was home, but New York, never. 

Maybe it was because she could blend into the crowds and be a 22-year-old woman. Not just the only female member of the Memphis Mafia, not Elvis’s girl Friday. Not the Dream Maker. She was just Sylvie here and it was something she had needed. 

She had tried to voice her opinion and needed time off but Elvis and the boys tended to forget that Sylvie had to press the off button for a while and just be her. She couldn’t just take the pills or get injections and bounce back to it. 

And the fight with Roberta and him siding with her over Sylvie was the straw that broke the camel's back and in the middle of the night, she had snuck out of Graceland and came up to New York and had stayed out of contact with them. 

It had gotten so bad with the phone calls and letters, that she took the phone off of the hook and marked the letters return to sender. The first letters she had sent back had broken his heart and he knew it was his fault. He could never have just one girl, he had to have multiples and he thought that the love that they shared was strong enough. 

But he had broken it again and that love they had was shattered again.  He shattered Sylvie “My boy, why, why are we here?” Colonel asked, he had come up with him to New York for the show. 

“Sylvie is here and I need to see her.”  The older man groaned and shifted his cane to where it was sitting in the crock of his elbow. 

“You don’t need her, you have Roberta.” He liked the idea of Roberta better, she didn’t push against what he wanted. Sylvie on the other hand fought tooth and nail for not only things that Elvis needed and in turn what she needed.  The singer turned to him and glared at him, “I am seeing her.” There was such a finality in his voice that it almost scared him. Whatever Sylvia held over him was something fierce and having another woman in his life was never going to cut it. 

Sighing the Colonel opened the front door to the studio where Frank Sinatra and several others were recording, they had been informed by the doorman at Sylvie’s building, that she had been picked up early that morning by Frank’s driver and his daughter Nancy to be taken to the studio.  And Elvis insisted on stopping there before going any further into the city. 

“You know she is betraying you by being here right?” He asked, “This, this Frank has said things.” 

“He is also Sylvie’s favorite singer.” The singer added as the girl sitting by the desk pressed a few buttons on the phone. 

 “Besides you.” A voice came from the back hallway, Angie, Frank’s assistant had come out of the studio that had tracks playing and Sylvie’s voice was mixing in with Frank’s.  “She made that clear that you were her number one and she wasn’t going to take any negative comments about you. If you come with me Mr. Presley, I will show you to the studio. Colonel Parker, Frank asked for you to stay out here.’ 

“I am his manager.’  

“That doesn’t matter,  he is insisting and mostly on Ms. Adams’ part. And what Frank wants, he gets.” She motioned the security guard to come over just in case he put up an argument like Sylvie had warned them, 'You have done enough damage to her, the only reason, why he is welcoming Mr. Presley in, is because of Ms. Adams and her feelings for him.’ 

“What? What feelings?” 

“If you have to ask that, then you don’t know your client or Ms. Adams well at all.” 

“Stay out here. This shouldn’t take long.” Elvis patted the man’s shoulder before taking steps to follow Angie toward the hallway.  “Don’t bring that girl back Elvis. She isn’t good for you. And isn’t good for your career.’ 

Angie, along with Nancy spent several days with Sylvie and Natalie Wood and heard all about Sylvie’s feelings for Elvis and the lingering feeling that she felt that he had for her, bit her tongue from mouthing off.  

Plus the stories about Roberta.  They reflected badly on both Parker and Elvis.  

Still biting her tongue, Angie led Elvis back to the studio. He spotted his girl right away, she was sitting perched on the rolling chair by the soundboard, laughing at something the producer had said to her. “Sylvie.” Her name escaped him before he could stop himself. She turned quickly and her smile faded.  “Elvis. What are you doing here?” 

“We need to talk.” Releasing a sigh, the girl stood up from the chair. 

“Give me a minute?” She directed back at the booth where Frank was at. 

“Take your time.”  Normally Frank wouldn’t get involved in this kind of stuff, but his daughter Nancy had formed a friendship with Sylvia and heard stories and seen pictures of the two together.  The girl needed Elvis and in turn, he needed her, they just needed to sit down and admit it all. 

**

“Where’s the Pequin?’ She asked once they were in the room across the hall. “In the waiting room.”  

“And Roberta?”  

“At Graceland.”  Sylvie was glad her back was turned, so he couldn’t see the eye roll or the hurt. This was all just a repetitive cycle,  him bringing girls around and her dealing with it.  ‘And my sister and Davey?” “With Mama.”  “Once I get settled here, I will come down and get them. They aren’t yours or Gladys’s responsibility.” 

“You aren’t taking the kids. Graceland is their home. It is your home.” 

“No, it’s not. You bringing Roberta home and letting her overtake me changed that.” 

“Sylvie.” Elvis started as he crossed the room to go to her side, “I wasn’t thinking.” 

“Yeah, you were. Just not with the brain that God gave ya.’  She took another step away from him putting the table between them, she was the one that put a stop to what they had going on when Roberta tried to mother Andie and David. 

She was the one responsible for them, not Roberta, Andie was her sister and David was her son. And on top of that, he had chosen Roberta over Sylvie. After he had promised her the world and just dropped everything to be with another girl.  

“I miss you Syl.” He admitted causing her head to fly up and her eyes to go to him. 

“What?”

 “I miss you.”  This time he was able to come to her and stand in front of her, his hands stealing her hips and pulling her closer to him. 

For the first time since she had seen him, she was getting a good look at him, there were dark rings underneath his eyes, and the normal spark that they held was missing. His lace shirt was hanging loosely off of his slumped shoulders.   

“I need you with me, baby. I am not complete without you.”  

An unladylike snort escaped Sylvie, “You say that about every single time but you still do it! Why should I keep coming back?” “Because I love you god damn it.” Sylvie took a stumbling step back. Elvis never swore like that around her. “That life we were living, you, me, Andie, and Davey. With Mama and Daddy. Is the life I want.”

She put her hands on his chest and pushed him back slightly, “Then prove it. Words isn’t going to cut it this time.” 

[hislopchino]

What I’ve learnt: Angus Deayton

By Fiona Lensvelt

From The Times, 27th April 2019

The actor, comedian and TV host Angus Deayton, 63, presented the panel show Have I Got News for You, until he was dismissed in 2002 after tabloid allegations about his personal life. His career, which has spanned radio, television and film, began with Radio Active, which has been revived to mark its 40th anniversary. He has a son, Isaac, with his former partner Lise Mayer, and lives in north London.

When you start appearing on television, your life changes irrevocably. For me that came quite late in life, in my mid-thirties. I had spent most of my time on the radio or touring. Then Have I Got News for You began. I remember thinking, “Oh, this must be what it’s like to be very good-looking.” Everyone sits up and takes notice. People will either pat you on the back or tell you how appalling you are.

You have to give people the benefit of the doubt. [When the scandal broke in 2002], it felt like an out-of-body experience. I remember thinking, ‘This isn’t actually me. I’m looking down on someone else’s life.’ It was traumatic. How do you cope with something like that? You go from day to day, relying on friends to carry you through. It would be nice to say I’ve learnt to trust people less, but I’m not sure you can go through life like that. You’d end up a hermit.

It would be odd if Boris Johnson became the leader of our country. I remember Boris as a guest on Have I Got News for You and it always struck me as weird that he put on this buffoon act when he was clearly an intelligent man and probably quite cut-throat, too. You’d think, why is he rolling his eyes and scratching his head and talking about “old boy”? It seemed like an act. It was a very successful act.

You can tell a lot about someone by how they behave on the football pitch. It’s the same when people get behind the wheel of a car – nice people turn into raving fascists. I love football more than anything in the world, apart from my son. I would say I am overcompetitive. Incidentally, I’ve played football with Boris – he came onto the pitch in a bobble hat and immediately rugby-tackled one of the opposition.

If you both have the will for a split to be amicable, it will be. After Lise and I broke up, we remained friends. We live close to one another; we both look after Isaac; we go to our house in Italy as a family. There’s no reason why we shouldn’t if neither of us has acted badly towards the other. There was no acrimony.

Luck and fortunate breaks got me where I am today. I spent three years at Oxford thinking I was probably going to be a TEFL teacher. I had barely set foot on a stage. Then in my final year I met Richard Curtis, who invited me to join the Oxford Revue comedy group. Our show led straight to a radio series.

Acting is a test of nerves and memory. Can you remember the lines and deliver them as you’ve done in rehearsals? With presenting, you’ve got to appear unruffled when you’re thinking, “What the hell am I supposed to do now?” I remember Terry Wogan saying he used to do three chat shows a week – walking on stage was like walking into his living room. It shouldn’t be like that: you should have some nerves, otherwise you don’t perform at your best.

I don’t smoke, but apart from that, I have all the bad habits. Drinking is chief among them, probably. But it is a social vice and with a meal, it can be delightful.

Life keeps getting better. I came to the realisation recently that I’ve enjoyed every decade better than the one before. I’m in my sixties; my son is almost an adult. My living situation is much less fraught and I am happier in my own skin. I’m working but not working so much that it’s getting in the way, and I’m able to lead a comfortable life.

Radio Active is currently touring nationally and will be at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe (socomedy.co.uk/artist/radio-active)

[tuliptiger]

Dark vent and bad life circumstances ahead.

The very nature of caregiving sucks so fucking bad dude. If it takes a village to raise a child it takes a village to lower a person gently into the ground too. Everyone can say caregivers are angels and they are but the NATURE of it is awful.

For people like my grandma with no one else but me and my mom and my two brothers in Washington who have not stepped up to help at 82 years old, who lost her husband of 63 years less than a year ago. Who just had 2 minor strokes a month ago and now has extreme memory issues along with balance issues.

She needs strong blood thinners, can't remember fuck all and can't safely walk anywhere. She needs 24/7 care and all the care facilities in a 50 mile radius are either break the bank expensive or horror shows. She needs help and me and my family need help taking care of her and it just isn't happening unless we give everything she's ever owned and everything she and my grandpa worked towards to medicare/Medicaid whichever fucking one it is. And it would move her out of her house which is one of the few things helping her stay normal.

Caregiving is for people who literally don't have a life or a team of 3-5 people who can switch out. I mean absolutely no life and one person can't do it alone. 24/7 care, no leaving, no walks, no moments alone nothing for one person. No boundaries and it's groundhog shit day in and day out, yes I checked the doors, no grandpa is dead, how are you feeling are you tired? Are you hurting? Where do you hurt? Yes i checked the doors no grandpa isn't coming to dinner no he isn't sleeping outside on the ground yes i checked the doors. Yes i checked the doors.

I love my grandma more than any other person i think i could other than my grandpa. I do, I am not built for this my mom isn't built for this, it was sudden and this is a huge change in both our lives and it's fucking bleak. It's sad it hurts every moment. I love her and I'll never stop loving her but by god it's fucking hard. I'm pre mourning my life already, fuck my hopes and dreams, fuck the house i was trying to build, fuck my career. Anything I've ever wanted is gone in a puff of smoke. I know that's how my mom feels and I feel a little bit of it even helping a little bit. Things have been going downhill fast.

And it just feels like i was predestined to be here. I came from this family. I came with these fucked up mental issues. I was gifted the neglect and abuse as a kid. I can't keep friends or relate with people. Im fucked up and no matter how hard i try and climb out of my situation I can't escape myself or my family or my blood born assigned-at-birth shit luck. I had 3 good years, 3 good fucking years where I lived in my car for half of that time and i tried to make friends i tried to pretend i could be normal and it always comes back to some shit in the past or me or my family.

I can't run and I can't fight it I might as well settle in or die jesus christ. And if I don't I think my mom might instead. Fuck me and fuck my families shitty ass fucking luck we were all born into.

[speedyposts]

Chile declares state of emergency over raging forest fires

Chile has declared a state of emergency as it battles spreading forest fires in the centre of the country that have so far killed at least 10 people.

“All forces are deployed in the fight against the forest fires,” President Gabriel Boric posted on X as he announced the measure, adding that emergency services would meet on Saturday to assess the situation.

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The fires have ravaged thousands of hectares of forest since Friday, cloaking coastal cities in a dense fog of grey smoke and forcing people to flee their homes in the central regions of Vina del Mar and Valparaiso.

At least 10 people have died, according to a state representative of Valparaiso.

“We have winds of close to 40 or 50km [25-31 miles] per hour,” said Leonardo Moder, the director of Valparaiso’s national forestry corporation.

“This wind is hard because it carries lit leaves, branches or pieces of wood, and each creates a new little fire that grows into more fires,” he added.

The blaze is being driven by a summer heatwave and drought affecting the southern part of South America caused by the El Nino weather phenomenon, as scientists warn that a warming planet has increased the risk of natural disasters such as intense heat and fires.

In the towns of Estrella and Navidad, southwest of the capital, the fires have burned nearly 30 homes and forced evacuations near the surfing resort of Pichilemu.

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” 63-year-old Yvonne Guzman told the AFP news agency. When the flames started to close in on her home in Quilpue, she fled with her elderly mother, only to find themselves trapped in traffic for hours.

“It’s very distressing because we’ve evacuated the house but we can’t move forward. There are all these people trying to get out and who can’t move,” she said.

About 7,000 hectares (17,300 acres) have already been burned in Valparaiso alone, according to CONAF, the Chilean national forest authority, which called the blazes “extreme”.

Images filmed by trapped motorists have gone viral online, showing mountains in flames at the end of the famous Route 68, a road used by thousands of tourists to get to the Pacific coast beaches.

On Friday, authorities closed the road, which links Valparaiso to the capital, Santiago, as a huge mushroom cloud of smoke “reduced visibility”.

As Chile and Colombia battle rising temperatures, the heatwave is also threatening to sweep over Argentina, Paraguay and Brazil in the coming days.

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[alyosiuscreightonward]

Dear Diary.

Yesterday, 23rd of April, was hard for me for various reasons.

My foster son was born in 1986. 37 years old and apparently he’s homeless and living in Lost Wages. Here’s where I wonder if he’ll ever run into the Ex-Boyfriend, Mr Haole Luvah. 🤣

I’m pretty sure that my foster son is going to blame me for him being homeless and not having the money for the storage unit where he kept his mothers ashes.

I have mixed emotions about this. He was eight years old when I got a boyfriend and moved to FLA. If I didn’t move to FLA, I wouldn’t have had the chance to be the boyfriend. In the meantime, I’d hear things about him and I wanted to run to him and make it all better. This where I failed him. Those were the formative years and in retrospect, I know what he felt in some instances. Am I the Qween of Failed Relationships and I need to fix them?

Bitch please. We’ve all have failed ourselves and so has the other person failed us. Love is a two way street and it’s also a two way mirror. Nah. Don’t even. Your opinion or explanation about your situation is a moot point. Yeah, you’ve been denied.

I know I went overboard with sharing my feelings with him. I was never really told that I was loved by my parents. I was never really held close to their hearts and cuddled or coddled by them and I wanted to break that chain. I wanted him to know that his feelings are valid but I wasn’t there for him when he needed me. Though as a Tauren man, he like other Tauren men in my life, affection is on their terms and is rarely called upon, but when they want it, be very careful it just may disintegrate in the blink of an eye.

I think that he wanted it to be understood that he knew that I love him and that I was never ever allowed to be able to say those words. That is verboten. Nein bitte sprich nicht. I should’ve known that I was not allowed to let him know how I felt. Those who are Taurus ♉️ may say that they love you but they don’t want to hear from you because it will cause a problem.

The very last time I saw him was when he was in jail and behind several inches of bulletproof glass a few weeks before my mother passed. I told him that his mother and his aunt said that I had SA’ed him. I sat there on the phone while he looked down upon me as I was having the ugly cry. In between my gasps for air, I told him that I had been raped and I could never ever put those feelings on anyone ever. At 63, I’m still haunted by what happened to me and I cannot imagine how much pain it would cause the other person.

I’m sure he was horrified to hear that. I’m sure at that moment he wanted me to vanish from his life.

He too is like my professional photographer who lives in LA, just because I’m a Faggot Piece of Trash, I just want to have him perform fellatio and to have him ingest my zygotes and then I will give him my turgid body and I will then deposit my zygotes into his colon. This is so cheap like a cardboard cutout of a rainbow that Judy Garland once spoke of in a movie. No. Absolutely not. Absolutely not and most certainly the actual furthest thing from the truth. Not even Stephen King could write that shit.

As I write this, I quite clearly remember that my sister’s boyfriend proportioned me. Yeah he has a nice dick, but I turned him down. I just couldn’t.

I’m puzzled by CIS/Hetero men thinking that every single one of us Faggot Pieces of Trash just wants to suck their dicks just because. It is just as absurd as the first Lesbian you meet is going to show up the next morning with a U-Haul and demanding you get a companion animal and when you do they break up with you because they’re allergic to said animal.

What are you smoking or are you microdosing??? YIKES!!

Regardless of the circumstances, he will continue to be my foster son. I am well aware that I will never be of any consequence to him and he will continue to wish that I was never in his life.

The other item to talk about is that after five years, I left my job in the world of retail. It feels great. I’m going to miss seeing several people who are in my eyes, delicious.

I’m not sure if they’re ever going to get someone to do what I did but that’s neither here nor there.

I’m going to start a new job soon and I’m sure I’ll be better off. I’m just looking forward to buying a pair of Hoka Bondi’s and a pair of Hoka Trail Code’s. They’re pricey but worth it and I’ll wait.

Anyway, ciao for now.

[swldx]

BBC 0422 15 Apr 2023

12095Khz 0357 15 APR 2023 - BBC (UNITED KINGDOM) in ENGLISH from TALATA VOLONONDRY. SINPO = 55434. English, dead carrier s/on @0358z with Al'Seela modulation in the bg, then ID@0359z pips and Newsroom preview. @0401z World News anchored by Gareth Barlow. Japan's Prime Minister Fumio Kishida has been evacuated unharmed from a public event after what appeared to be a smoke bomb was thrown at him. A person was detained at the scene in Wakayama, where Kishida had been due to give a speech, local media reported. Montana has become the first US state to pass legislation banning TikTok on personal devices. TikTok, which is owned by Chinese company ByteDance, has been accused of posing a national security risk through data gathered from users. If signed into law by Governor Greg Gianforte, the ban could come into effect in January. The company has suggested that it would take legal action to fight the Montana bill. The US Supreme Court has temporarily halted a ruling that set limits on access to the abortion pill mifepristone. The pause ordered by Justice Samuel Alito is the latest move in an ongoing legal battle over access to the drug. Last week, a Texas court had ordered the drug to be pulled off the market. Vietnamese Prime Minister Pham Minh Chinh and U.S. Secretary of State Antony Blinken expressed a willingness on Saturday to upgrade bilateral ties as the U.S. seeks to balance an increasingly assertive China. In his first visit to the key southeast Asian country as the top U.S. diplomat, Blinken met Prime Minister Pham Minh Chinh, saying during that the past decade there has been "extraordinary progress" in the bilateral relationship. France's top constitutional body has cleared the Macron government's highly unpopular move to raise the state pension age from 62 to 64. The Constitutional Council rejected calls for a referendum by political opponents but also struck out some of the reforms, citing legal flaws. Twelve days of protests have been held against the reforms since January. Relics of ancient viruses - that have spent millions of years hiding inside human DNA - help the body fight cancer, say scientists. The study by the Francis Crick Institute showed the dormant remnants of these old viruses are woken up when cancerous cells spiral out of control. This unintentionally helps the immune system target and attack the tumour. SpaceX plans to carry out its first test flight on Monday of Starship, the most powerful rocket ever built, designed to send astronauts to the Moon and eventually beyond. The launch is scheduled to take place at 7:00 am (1200 GMT) from the sprawling Texas base of the private space company owned by billionaire Elon Musk. @0406z "The Newsroom" begins. Backyard fence antenna, Etón e1XM. 250kW, beamAz 315°, bearing 63°. Received at Plymouth, United States, 15359KM from transmitter at Talata Volonondry. Local time: 2257.

[newslime]

Indian-Origin Woman Dead In Plane Crash In New York Area, Daughter Critical

Roma Gupta, 63, and her daughter Reeva Gupta, 33, were on board the small plane on Sunday as its pilot reported smoke in the cockpit before crashing near Long Island homes, NBC New York TV channel reported.

New York: An Indian-origin woman has died while her daughter and the pilot instructor were injured in a small plane crash in the New York area when they were on a "demonstration flight", media reports said.

Roma Gupta, 63, and her daughter Reeva Gupta, 33, were on board the small plane on Sunday as its pilot reported smoke in the cockpit before crashing near Long Island homes, NBC New York TV channel reported.

Roma was killed when the four-seater single-engine Piper Cherokee plane went down in flames as it was returning to the Republic Airport on Long Island from where it had also taken off.

Her daughter Reeva and the 23-year-old pilot instructor are in hospital with severe burns, according to the report.

"The two patients critically injured, severely burned, to my knowledge they were pulled from the plane from a civilian," North Lindenhurst Fire Dept. Chief Kenny Stallone said.

Roma died in the crash. Her daughter, Reeva, is in critical condition at Stony Brook Hospital with third-degree burns. Reeva is a physician's assistant in the Mount Sinai system, whose colleagues say she has a long, painful recovery ahead.

The flight instructor operating the plane was also in critical condition Monday, according to the Danny Waizman Flight School, which owns the plane.

Oleh Dekaylo, the attorney for Danny Waizman Flight School said the pilot had all his ratings and certifications, and the plane involved in the crash had just passed two stringent inspections, the most recently last week.

"It was a demonstration flight, an introductory flight to see if people are interested" in flying lessons, Dekajlo, the lawyer for Danny Waizman Flight School, told the channel.

Suffolk County police say the pilot was on a tourist flight. The flight path shows the plane went over the South Shore beaches. Then the pilot reported smoke in the cabin, which he radioed into Republic Airport air traffic controllers, the News12 New Jersey website reported.

The attorney for the plane's owner said that the plane had gone through numerous inspections, including one just recently.

The National Transportation Safety Board will continue the investigation to determine the cause of the crash. The Federal Aviation Administration is also investigating the crash.

Federal investigators are expected to return to the crash site for a third time on Tuesday to remove the wreckage for further analysis.

Meanwhile, a GoFundMe created for the Gupta family has raised more than USD 60,000.

[yukidragon]

An Examination of Joseph Cullman’s Childhood

Okay, while I don’t want to make a habit of answering twitter asks here on tumblr, this got my brain buzzing, and I want a little more room to ramble than in a tweet thread.

Before we get started, the lovely artwork I’m using for this post was drawn by Sauce/Jambeebot and was posted on their public twitter before it went down. As always, I’ll gently remind you not to post any of the private pictures from the SnaccPop Studio patreon. It’s only $3 to sign up, and it really supports this engaging game. Also, consider joining the Sunny Day Jack kickstarter, but hurry since there’s less than 2 weeks left to get the rewards.

Quick warning, Something’s Wrong with Sunny Day Jack is an Adults Only game, so there will likely be some mature themes discussed. At least one image I use will depict a person committing self-harm while being encouraged verbally to do so. Take care when indulging in this fandom.

Also, before I begin, I want to tag @channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars. If you want to be tagged when I make these headcanon posts, please let me know!

Oh, and while I’m at it, please let me know what you think about my SDJ fanfics, Sunshine in Hell and Sunshine in Another World. Thank you!

With all that out of the way, let’s get down to business.

First, let’s list out the facts we do know about Joseph’s childhood that are canon according to the official Sunny Day Jack twitter.

Joseph Cullman was (presumably) born in 1959, according to this memorial marker.

He attended Haberdae High School until he ran away during a school day at 12pm.

He traveled on foot and was last seen by train tracks.

He would be 63 years old at present day.

He got into trouble at school on a regular basis, as evidenced by comments on this disciplinary report.

Joseph had a habit of skipping school to the point that it seemed to frustrate his teachers.

He carried around a lighter and a small knife.

He “smelled of smokes” (cigarettes).

The disciplinary report was written on August 23, 1973, around the start of the school year.

He was given a 1 month in-school suspension.

The teachers were given permission to search Joseph’s belongings before class.

Joseph had changed his last name to Haberdae when he got the part of Sunny Day Jack.

As an adult, Joseph is concerned about putting children “in a bad position,” or something to that effect.

Joseph stated that he got his tattoos when he was in high school when he, “didn’t know any [better].”

The show’s psyche and development consultant made these assessments about Joseph at their first meeting:

 Consultant: I’m willing to bet that you had a very hard life growing up. For someone so young to be so defined(?) in themselves and to lash out like that, making permanent adjustments to their bodies in order to stand out… You wanted attention, didn’t you? You wanted to be seen and heard and felt and loved…

Consultant: I’m sure you especially understand what it’s like to, say… have a parent or guardian tell you that they love you, right? But, maybe even as young as, say… six, you could tell that they didn’t really mean what they were saying.

So far, there’s no information about Joseph’s biological family, or about any friends he may or may not have had at any point during his childhood. The only relationship we get a glimpse of is the (presumed) frustration of the teacher writing the disciplinary report, as suggested by the use of excessive exclamation marks and the phrasing used.

Students in the USA attend high school at ages 14-18. Given that Joseph was born in 1959, and the report was made in 1973, it’s most likely that he was 14 at the time the report was made.

The punishment for his behavior was to put Joseph on an in-school suspension for one month and allowing teachers to search him before class begins.

What is in-school suspension? Well, here’s an definition I found:

In-School Suspension (ISS) is a behavior management program for student misbehavior aimed at keeping students in school to complete their work while being isolated from the rest of the student body. ISS is used as a school punishment for infractions that are not severe enough for suspension but require behavior remediation. Students who are in violation of school rules and regulations can expect to be temporarily assigned to the ISS classroom where they will be supervised by school personnel or a teacher.

From all this, we have a brief glimpse at the timeline of Joseph’s high school life. Right at the start of attending Haberdae Highschool, he was skipping classes, presumably to sneak off to smoke, as he was found smelling of cigarettes with a lighter and a knife on his person. There were no cigarettes on him when he was caught.

Joseph had frustrated his teachers, and his behavior resulted in him being isolated from his peers for at least a month with an in-school suspension. At some point after this report, he ran away from school during lunch and hadn’t been seen by anyone who knew him since then.

This immediately makes me think of a piece of art where Jack said certain things that stood out to me.

While technically this picture isn’t canon due to it not being in the game or on the official twitter, I think the things Jack says here connect directly to his experiences in Haberdae Highschool. What’s also telling is that there are two styles of font - the more easily read white on red text, then the more faded and smeared text.

What’s interesting is on the Patreon, this image was voice acted and was slightly modified. While I won’t share the video file here, I’ve been told that it’s fine to discuss what is seen on Patreon, so I’m going to do a quick transcript.

...

(panting, out of breath, sounding like he's speaking through faint TV static)

There we go!

That wasn't so hard, was it?

It's all done now.

You won't ever hurt them again.

(more breathy and composed)

Isn't that nice?

Aren't you glad?

It's for the best, I promise.

You just aren't special enough for them~

(slightly tense but still "cheerful" tone)

This is the right away~

(more breathy, quieter voice)

You're so worthless.

You can't do anything right anyways.

You're just a burden to the whole class.

I'm sorry, but you failed.

I'm clean now.

Don't ruin this for me.

(no static filter, normal speaking voice, tense yandere tone)

They don't need you.

I'm the only thing they'll need... forever... and always.

(knife slice)

...

I highly recommend joining the patreon to listen to the audio for yourself, as the transcript doesn’t give the marvelous voice acting justice. Jack is very chilling in this audio.

This picture suggests the duality of the cheerful Sunny Day Jack persona conflicting with Joseph’s core feelings and issues. The former is written in the more bold text, more confident and almost “cheerfully” delivered as if he’s trying to keep acting like the teacher he played on TV. The latter is delivered in almost a whisper to himself, as if he’s projecting things that once were directed at him as Joseph to this unknown victim.

I suspect that Joseph was told, among other things, that he was “worthless,” “a burden to the whole class,” and that he “just can’t do anything right anyways.” Given that the last known class he attended was high school before he ran away, it would seem to be these were things teachers said to him. If he’s projecting these words on people he finds, as his profile might suggest, “inferior,” then that suggests how he felt about himself at this age... or at least that’s what others labeled him as.

It also suggests many scars from Joseph’s childhood are still lingering to this day.

This paints a strong picture that Joseph was disliked by his teachers during high school. Whether or not he acted out earlier during elementary or junior high is difficult to speculate, but it’s unlikely these behaviors started on the first day of the new school year.

I’d like to take a quick look at this picture of young Joseph (along with fully grown Jack). While the canon of this picture must be taken with a grain of salt, it does suggest a few things. Joseph is roughed up, his clothes scuffed, he’s covered in bandages, his clothes have a patch on them, and he shows a rebellious attitude, sticking out his tongue and flipping the bird. He gives the impression of a typical “punk” teenager.

If the consultant’s assessment was accurate, then Joseph, when younger, acted out to get the attention, most likely the attention of his parents/guardians. This suggests that his parents/guardians were neglectful of him and his needs. They paid lip service to being his caretakers, but in the end didn’t actually care about him at all. This sort of neglect often leads to kids lashing out in order to get some sort of attention. After all, bad attention is still attention.

The game takes place in El Paso, Texas, where the SunnyTime Crew Show was filmed, but that isn’t necessarily where Joseph is from. It’s hard to say how far his hometown is from El Paso, but either it was a good distance away... or the people in his hometown weren’t trying very hard to find him.

According to the interview with the reporter, the SunnyTime Crew Show was “inescapable” and “everywhere” with Jack being regarded as the “leader,” otherwise regarded as the face of the show. The reporter commented, "I'd put money on you being the crush of at least half of the housewives across America who tune in." This implies that the show was broadcast nation-wide and was very popular, which suggests to me that, even though Joseph is still actively listed as a missing person, no one is cared enough to really look for him.

This ties into the themes of Jack being deathly afraid of being forgotten. Joseph was ignored unless he lashed out, only to be isolated from others as punishment, and even as a missing person with his face plastered on televisions, lunchboxes, books, and other merchandise, no one bothered to look at Joseph even after he ran away from home as a teenager.

All of this paints a pretty bleak picture of Joseph’s childhood, one devoid of love or affection. It’s no wonder he’s so desperate for it now and why he’s abandoned his previous identity for one that was actually cared about and remembered... until the studio buried his memory, of course.

[infernalodie]

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 || 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

“𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳“

Inspo: Drake - Losses

Pairing: Cassie Howard x Black!Male!reader

Summary: When you had nothing, you had Cassie. She’d been there since you two were just kids. But people grow apart and evolve, but you never thought Cassie would so willingly end things between you two.

(gif used is not mine)

Warnings: Angst

Words 1231

When you had nothing, you had Cassie Howard.

Everyone knew this as you were by her side since Pre-school. Accompanying her at each party she went to and verified if a guy was good enough for her. But most of the time, she just went behind your back to go fuck a few dudes. And when pictures and videos of her were leaked to every student in East Highland, you were at her house comforting her and promising to help bury them in the past.

And she was there for you when your parent's belligerence extended towards you. Their abusive behaviour’s shaping every step they took, which led to destruction. But Cassie was there. Putting up with the smallest of things like a household smelling like smoke and cigarette stains clinging to the decor, making it unsafe to touch anything in your house. When no one was there to understand your situation, Cassie was there to hold you and listen to what you had to say.

It’s always been hard for you to accept the fact that you only had one friend. With a kid who’s lived in poverty all his life, you expected to make some friends on your block. Stay out late on the street corner making money how everyone else in your neighbourhood has. But no matter how much you tried, you were only left with Cassie. And it wasn’t like you didn’t appreciate her because you did. She’s been there in your darkest times, and there has been a real bond created between the both of you. But people needed to reach out farther and go into situations they weren’t comfortable being.

That had been basketball as you quickly rose through the roster with skill. Making it to the starting lineup with pure ease. Perhaps balling with kids on your block toughened you up quite a bit. But you showed true potential, and you could see it. A real chance to make something of yourself and get the hell out of the hell hole you called your home. And Cassie was there to support you and help in any way you sought fit.

You got a sponsor after Cassie posted a viral video of you having a 63-point game. Highlights being posted on many verified accounts on Instagram and even having some of your highlights on ESPN. It was a dream that came true and a wave of popularity at Highland you didn’t wish to entertain. Sticking with the blonde that had been there for you since you were just 3-years-old.

Years went on, you found more friends, you continued playing basketball, you won East Highland a championship and you were getting offers from across the country. With the money you earned from your sponsor, you got yourself an apartment across Highland to get away from your parents. But something was missing and that was Cassie.

Things were strange nowadays. You didn’t see her as often as you used to. If anything, she was avoiding you and after years of knowing which classes you would be taking, she knew which hallways to go down to avoid you. It’d been since McKay’s New Year’s Eve party that this weird started forming in your stomach. Stirring each time you saw her and watched her avoid interacting with you. Something was changing and you weren’t sure what could be responsible.

After years of being by one another’s side, you expected her to maybe reach out. That was something you expected, but you hadn’t expected her to stay under your wing whilst hiding the fact that she had any correlation with you. Asking for money when she saw a nice Birkin bag, but never stated that it was you who bought it for her.

If you’d known any better, you may have kept your money to yourself. Kept the ones who seemed to genuinely care for who you were as a person a lot closer. Maybe you should’ve cut things off with Cassie ahead of time when you started to see the signs of something going on with her.

But the least you expected was to get a text from Lexi, pleading you to come over to her house as soon as possible. And you did, cutting off your workout early and driving across town to Howard’s house. You wish you could be more presentable with your purple durag, wife beater, and basketball shorts being all you could wear. But you arrived just in time to see Maddy rushing out of the house in tears with Kat on her tail.

You frowned, getting out of your car and walking up the path leading to the wide-open front door. As soon as you stepped inside, you sensed an odd form of tension in the air. Glancing around and hearing the faintest sound of crying.

“She’s been hooking up with Nate.” Lexi’s sudden presence and the statement had you flinching. Glancing over at her from the living room towards the stairs. You’ve had your troubles with Nate ever since grade school. Dealing with his not-so-subtle racist comments whenever you beat him in a sport. It got so bad that you made Cassie promise that she would never associate herself with him.

“How long?” You asked in a quiet voice.

Lexi pursed her lips. “Since New Year’s.”

All you could offer was a quiet hum before you started making your way up the stairs. Entering the shared bedroom belonging to Lexi and Cassie. Proceeding towards the bathroom where you could hear the quiet sobs on the other side of the door. With gentleness, leaned against the door, sitting on the floor with a sigh.

The lanyard of your car keys was taken between your fingers. Keys jingling together enabling Cassie to glance at the door, sniffle and wipe her face before she seated herself against the door. “Y/n?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “it’s me.”

With your presence being now known, Cassie felt herself relax, to an extent. Only because now, she had to face the fact that you now understood why she hadn’t been around much.

Clearing your throat, you rested your head against the door. “I think tonight we should just be honest with each other,” you announced. “I know aren’t happy anymore being around me and I can understand that.”

Cassie felt a new wave of tears as she covered her face, but you continued. “I lost you way back and I know I kept you from guys who may have wanted your heart,” you acknowledged. “But I kept you with me because I wanted you to have a bright future ahead of you. I mean, you have double the followers on your Instagram than everyone combined. But when I thought I brought you up with me, you were still at the bottom and that’s where you’ll stay.”

You stood to your feet, hand pressing to the door. “I just don’t know how you could even like being there and call it normal,” you said. “But if that’s where you feel like you belong, then so be it. But I’ll always love you, Cassie. And whenever you need me, you know where to find me.”

And Cassie was left speechless, listening to your muffled footsteps before the door clicked shut. Losses were natural to life, but losing someone who has never wanted anything else but for you to succeed hurts the most.

[nolassolace]

HHHHHHHH

I caved

Fight me

Here's the dumb little nark drabble I wrote at 4 am. I typed it all up on my phone so I really don't care if it's formatted wierd or if there's any punctuation wrong oops?

Might do a small series with it who knows.

But yeah here's one of the ways I see Nicky and Larks first kiss going down.

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Lark realized he may have been in just a little bit deeper than he originally intended with one Nick Close than he had thought.

The two of them grew up together, went through tough shit, nightmares, break ups, experiments, the list goes on. Nicky was a big fan of always throwing out the good old “ Nothing brings people together like shared trauma.” quote  always through a crooked grin and a shrug of his shoulders, and you know what? He was right.

After everything, Lark could only go to Sparrow for so much. But Nicky? He could rant about his dad to him for hours on end. That's when this whole mess started, the feelings and all that other bullshit.

They were probably 16 or something. Who cares really? Lark had been ranting non stop going on almost 45 minutes (not that Nick was counting) It was when Lark was having a hard time calming his breathing and Nicky stopped him from pacing, grabbed his shoulders, gave them an affirming squeeze, looked in his eyes and barely above a whisper said “ hey, man, deep breath. You're good, I'm right here.” amber eyes searching into his with concern and reassurance, then a gentle kiss placed to his forehead before the other ruffled his hair and stated light heartedly “ it's gonna be alright song bird.”

As they got older things got a bit more complicated. Nicky started spending more time in the infernal plane, he’d visit every now and then and when he did they would stay up all night talking, laughing, having a few drinks, better judgment stalling things that could ruin a good friendship. Especially when the older of the two would do things like fidget with the brunette's hands or rest his head on his shoulders. Lark liked when Nick would do those things which just made it that much worse. He'd notice how Nick's fingers were always warm and his nails ever so slightly pointed, and his hair always smelled good, even with the addition of the infernal planes smoke.

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There were a few times that were too close for Larks' comfort honestly. Like when Nick would play with his unruly locks as they watched tv together and fell into comfortable silence. Or when he would teasingly blow smoke in Larks face when they shared a smoke or even worse the way they would perfectly banter with each other through arguments when things got too competitive.

Their first kiss happened in Larks second year of university. They went to some party on campus since Nicky was visiting after who knows how long. Lark decided it was best for his mental health to not keep track ( 63 days).  Nick was quick to show his skills in Guitar Hero as soon as he saw the avatar selection screen on the tv in the living room. It didn't take long for him to start beating ass left and right at the game. As bystanders watched in awe, Lark sat nearby sipping on a solo cup tracking the half demon's expression as he played, his heart stuttering at the curve of Nick's smile, the faint glint of canines being ever so slightly too sharp. The way he bounced on his feet when he got too into the song and gave an occasional hop that made his black hair bounce on his shoulders and get in the way of his eyes which always led to him flipping it out of his face. Lark let a fond smile slip when he could see the ever so slightly visible smoke and warmth radiate off his friends fingers on the plastic frets as he tried to suppress his hellish nature. 

Nick finished his last round before he let some poor freshman take their turn to try and follow up the show he had put on, he plopped down next to the younger on the worn down couch, stole his cup and chugged whatever was left of the awful college grade concoction. Nick patted his back and noted he was going to go get them refills before standing and taking his leave to the kitchen which before Lark knew it and before his brain could scream at him to stop what he was doing he was following Nicky close behind following the sweet smell of that he carried with him.

Once in the kitchen, solo cups refilled, Nick turned around to face Lark, only a little surprised to see his friend had followed him “ ahh it too loud out there for ya songbird?” his lips curled as he got ready to make some cocky remark about lark missing him after barely 30 seconds, the younger cut him off barely above a whisper of “ Shut it Foster” practically whispering it in to Nicks lips as he closed the distance and gripped the front of the jacket that he'd been gifted by his father. Lark waited to be pushed away, for the older to separate from him and chew him out or just disappear like he had gotten so good at.

But it didn't happen, at least not how he expected. 

The ravenette pushed back just the slightest to break the kiss just for the tiniest moment. Amber eyes desperately searching Sage ones trying to find the hints of how this could be a prank or any type of deception, and when he couldn't see any, the faintest glow of blue flickered from Nicks eyes the same shade his horns seemed to give off like the center of a match and he dove back in to the kiss. He snaked his arm behind Larks neck to hold him close and it didn't take long till the cup was spilled down his friends back as they backed up into the pantry in a mess of drunken passion, open mouth kisses, tightening grips on clothes, just barely too warm fingertips brushing across scarred skin and the faintest scent of smoke.

Nick was the one who broke the kiss, panting and touching his lip with his hand after Lark had given a bit of a too confident bite. Maybe it had been too far? And of course only now he would realize this too late and he was absolutely going to beat himself up for it forever now as Nick practically rushed out of the kitchen and back into the fray of the party. Face flushed, his nose and lips the same warm shade of red. He shouldered his way past a few people and made his way to the back yard, opened a stupid portal back home to the infernal plane with his dumb flaming fingers and vanished just like that. Just like he had gotten so good at once they had gotten older. The portal closed and the smell of smoke and Nicks shampoo lingering in the air around Lark, he groaned and rubbed his face with both hands in frustration before punching the door of the pantry and leaving a significant dent in it. It didn't take long for him to grab his jacket and notify Sparrow he was going home.

Nicky didn't come around as much after that.

[mcl38]

i have a theory that the drivers’ car numbers are their mental ages pls hear me out bc i’m right

lewis: he’s mature. stable. he has a scooter because he wants to be down with the kids. experienced but no signs of slowing down. he’s a 44 year old

valtteri: this guy eats so much porridge because his teeth have fallen off. he goes fucking ice fishing. he’s 77 for sure

sebastian: seb is that kid with the red toy car that makes the vroom noises with his mouth. he does the egyptian dance and sings “ta tara ra ta ta” on the radio when he’s happy. he’s 5

charles: tell me this boy is not 16 like - tell me he doesn’t smoke cigarettes just to look cool and posts filtered pictures of him and his girlfriend at the beach on insta with post malone as the caption

max: god have you ever met a single man in his early 30s. he would bully me for not liking beer. he’s stubborn and kind of angry and he’s 33 and you just got dirt on his polo shirt how dare you

alex: alex is a nice normal person. he acts as a person in their early 20s should, so his age is not that far off his real one. he has an instagram for his cats and he loves his siblings- he’s 23

lando: i mean i know theres an issue abt babying lando too much but guys he’s barely been weaned off milk and he only eats pizza and chicken. he’s 4

carlos: carlos is the uncle at the barbeque who makes the comment that doesnt quite sit right with you. he tries to teach you spanish but you don’t like the way he grabs your shoulder when he talks to you because his hands are sweaty. he’s 55

daniel: i mean. he thinks fart jokes are funny and mostly communicates with noises, not words. he’s 3

esteban: ok listen esteban is that woman who reads cosmo and actively takes sides in celebrity divorces. he would name his child khatelynne. he’s 31

sergio: look, personally 11 is the age everything in my life went downhill and i’m still bitter for poor checo so it fits

lance: lance is a hockey boy. he is runner up prom king. he’s 18

(bonus- hulk: if u told me this man is 27 i wouldn’t bat an eyelash idek what his real age is i trust that 27 so much)

pierre: i wouldn’t be surprised if pierre was genuinely into naruto. also there’s a reason all those children’s book plots with the big redeption arcs all happen to pre-teens it’s just a magical age. he’s 10

daniil: apparently daniil is actually 26 but even if he wasn’t, you know when you meet one of those dudes who’s really into learning guitar? they’re always 26. all of them

kimi: kimi is cranky without an ice cream in his hand. he’d pull out the chair from under you and then refuse to speak when the teacher asks him to apologise. he’s 7

antonio: idk man is anyone even sure antonio’s alive like where is he? he’s 99

romain: ah. 8. the perfect age for bumper cars. he took a ratatouille themed cooking class and he won’t shut up about it

kevin: kevin has just gotten out of his teens and he’s growing disillusioned with the instability of life so he takes it out on others. he’s 20

nicholas: this boy likes nutella and mario kart. he’s just started school and his backpack is blue. he’s 6

george: of course george is 63. he tells you stories about what life used to be “back in the day”. centered, patient but lively, george would show me chuck norris memes on facebook and i’d laugh along because i like him.

[ligiawrites]

#EleNão

I never get tired of discussing politics. Online, I post my opinions, share ideas I find interesting, and I always try to be in the loop of what's happening around the globe as much as I can.

Most of the time, this much-needed exercise leaves me teary-eyed and broken-hearted. But THIS time, reading about the manifestations against Bolsonaro all around Brazil, I felt a profound sense of pride in my people.

Those of you who have been following me for some time probably know how much disgust I feel towards the current Brazilian president, Jair Bolsonaro.

(long post about Brazilian Politics after the cut. There's a list of amazing NGOs doing awesome work at the end of the text if you can/want to help the situation of the many groups at risk in Brazil right now. They include LGBTQIA+ groups, Indigenous people, Black communities, feminist movements, and NGOs focused on proper education and food for impoverished children).

In 2018, before the presidential elections, I was walking down Paulista Avenue with one of my closest friends.

Filling one of the widest avenues in Brazil, there was a mob of Bolsonaro supporters holding placards that read "É melhor Jair se acostumando." It's a small word-play with Bolsonaro's name; the idea is "You better start getting used to him". Stationed on the edges of the avenue, police officers stood with guns attached to their waists, crossed arms, and expressions that ranged from pure disinterest to clear enjoyment.

My friend stepped closer to me. He is strong, brilliant, and one of the bravest people I know, and yet he was clearly uncomfortable, so—after I managed to recover from the slight shock of seeing him like that—we linked our arms and avoided the mob in front of us, walking back to the intersection with Consolação Avenue.

Once we were away from the mob and the officers, he looked over his shoulders and sighed.

"If you weren't here, they'd probably have stopped me," he said.

The mob was mostly White. I'm White.

My friend is Black.

"I don't wanna think what will happen if that dude wins the elections," he completed.

His fear was justified. Bolsonaro is a racist, misogynist, homophobic ex-military who preaches in favor of the Military Dictatorship period in Brazil, which killed thousands of Black and Indigenous people while also torturing anyone who spoke up against the military government.

"He won't win," I answered. I was born and raised in São Paulo, one of Brazil's industrial, technological, and cultural hubs; I never thought people would turn a blind eye to how much damage Bolsonaro could make as a president. "He can't win," I added. "Not being who he is."

My friend nodded. We hugged and walked and laughed it off (tried to). And when Bolsonaro won, we both cried.

I guess I was a tad too naïve.

He won. He won, and I never got used to the idea of having such a terrible president. Here are a few things that happened in his government and that are directly connected to him:

(most of the links here are from news articles in Portuguese)

The number of neo-nazism sites in favor of white supremacy increased 400% in Brazil in 2020 compared to the same period in 2018 (before Bolsonaro was elected); this is one of the many consequences of his numerous racist speeches and a small proof of just how racist Brazil is.

The number of military police attacks on low-income communities increased along with the number of COVID deaths.

While, since February 2019, the world already knows that the rights of LGBTQIA+ people are threatened under the current far-right government, the advances in LGBTQIA+ rights n Brazil stopped after Bolsonaro was elected, and instead, there was a movement of retrocession.

The fires in the Amazon Forest further increased by 43% in April 2021 (in 2019, after an increase of 63% in comparison to 2018, I wrote about one of the most terrifying fires in Amazon and how I could see the smoke from it from my home in São Paulo, 3000 km away).

After promising to diminish deforestation in order to receive a large sum of money from the US, the Brazilian Senate is preparing to vote for a new Law Project that tries to make the licensing of land in the Amazon Forest more pliable. That means it'd be disgustingly easier for people to buy and explore the lands that should belong to the Brazilian indigenous people; all they'd need is an auto-declaratory license emitted online without the analysis of any environmental body.

Under the pretext of "helping" the indigenous people, Bolsonaro defends mining and agriculture in indigenous peoples' lands. This is one of the public declarations of repudiation written by the Yanomami people (one of the biggest indigenous communities in Brazil) about Bolsonaro and his visit to their land on May 27th, 2021.

And then we have women's situation, which you can see in the Brazilian annual of Public Security.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg. I didn't add the investigations of corruption (including embezzlement of money for COVID-related services), the liberation of guns, the nepotism, the problem with vaccines, the damage of the far-right religious institutions the president supports, and the disrespect and verbal aggression towards women.

... And that's why I felt so proud of my fellow Brazilians yesterday. :3 We're a young people (Brazil is only 521 years old, while England, for example, is 1094, if you think about the creation of the kingdom of England), but we're still doing our best. I might be away from my Land of Drizzle, but I carry my people in my heart, and I cry alongside them, as loud as I can,

♥♥♥ Fora Bolsonaro! ♥♥♥

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And even though I can see Brazilians waking up and organizing themselves better, there are still people needing our help right now. If you want to help the situation in Brazil, please consider Donating! Here's a small list of NGOs doing a lot of good in Brazil:

+ APIB ("Brazilian Indigenous People Articulation") - to help the indigenous people in Brazil. (They also have a fantastic documentary subtitled in English you can watch here, showing the situation of the indigenous people in Brazil)

+ CUFA ("Unified Central of Favelas") - to help the impoverished communities and Favelas in Brazil. (I use my credit card to donate to this one; if you're outside Brazil, I think this might work for you too). If you want to help the Covid Relief specifically, CUFA has a project called "Mães da Favela" (Favela mothers), which you can donate to directly through this link.

+ Amigos do Bem - help with famine, donate drinkable water, and improve education in northeast Brazil, one of the areas more impacted by droughts.

+ Omolará (site in Portuguese) - amazing social project focusing on helping Black Woman find education and financial independence.

+ To help the LGBT+ community in Brazil, I'm still searching for NGOs and projects that receive international donations. If you're in Brazil or if you can make wire transfers, I suggest checking this list of fantastic projects (in Portuguese).