#Liber Paz

[premiogrampo]

– Prêmio Grampo 2025 de Grandes HQs – Os nomes dos 20 jurados da premiação

O resultado do Prêmio Grampo 2025 de Grandes HQs está definido. Os três primeiros colocados, assim como todas as obras listadas e os rankings dos 20 jurados da 10ª edição do Grampo serão anunciados no dia 12 de abril (sábado), 8h, nos blog Vitralizado e Balbúrdia. Vamos revelar agora os nomes dos jurados convidados a participar do prêmio em 2025. Continue reading – Prêmio Grampo 2025 de Grandes…

[balburder]

– Prêmio Grampo 2025 de Grandes HQs – Os nomes dos 20 jurados da premiação

O resultado do Prêmio Grampo 2025 de Grandes HQs está definido. Os três primeiros colocados, assim como todas as obras listadas e os rankings dos 20 jurados da 10ª edição do Grampo serão anunciados no dia 12 de abril (sábado), 8h, nos blog Vitralizado e Balbúrdia. Vamos revelar agora os nomes dos jurados convidados a participar do prêmio em 2025. Continue reading – Prêmio Grampo 2025 de Grandes…

[espejismo-fragmentado]

"no puedes amar a nadie sin antes amarte a ti mismo". Una de las frases más cliché y engañosas que he escuchado en mi vida, nunca la entendí, nunca le encontré sentido. No es indispensable amarte para amar a alguien más pero sí es necesario amarte para tener un amor sano, para conocer tus límites y no caer en relaciones tóxicas. La explicación estándar de esta frase es que el amor no duele ni hiere pero si eso fuera verdad entonces todo lo que sabemos del amor estaría mal, no se sufriría por amor, no serías capaz de amar a alguien que te manipula o te hiere y eso incluiría a la familia y a los amigos. Porque muchas veces sacamos a personas de nuestra vida, no porque dejemos de amarlas sino porque nos hacen daño y nos elegimos a nosotros mismos sobre ellas aunque nos duela. Amarte a ti mismo no te da un poder milagroso para amar al resto, te muestra como quieres ser amado y que no tienes que quedarte en un lugar en el que no estás cómodo por complacer a nadie, a separar entre las personas que realmente se preocupan y quieren lo mejor para ti y las personas que quieren sacar algún beneficio de ti.

-corazón de hielo

[fancyshooting]

I got a few asks after my post explaining why I wasn't entirely convinced ocelot was canonically in love with bb. I'm not going to answer any of them. sorry. we'd be going round in circles and I don't want to drag this out or have it become a big THING. interpreting their relationship/ocelot's feelings as romantic is not without basis but it's not really how I see it anymore after reading so much about him, especially after learning that all of the japanese words for love used in relation to ocelot do not have exclusively romantic connotations and carry more nuance than eg. "fallen for him?" does in english. there are other examples of this from guidebooks/interviews, etc. that have come up while putting japanese text through online translators. in the mgs3 scenario book, the script note (all major ocelot script notes here) on ocelot's feelings after snake defeats his entire unit and lectures him on his technique is:

オセロットはこの時の強烈すぎる屈辱でスネークに惹かれる。

The initial result from deepl is:

"Ocelot is attracted to Snake because of the intense humiliation of this moment."

if the words "attracted to" were used in english, the implication would be pretty clear in this context - ocelot has a crush on bb. however, if you look up the japanese word used here - 惹かれる -the meaning is actually closer to charmed by/fascinated by/captivated by/drawn to - none of which are exclusively romantic. "attracted to" still technically fits but is a very literal translation. a more suitable choice would be one of the above because an english audience would commonly associate the phrase "attracted to" with romantic or sexual feelings

if ocelot could ever be described as having a crush, it would be in mgs3, when he first meets bb. in japanese, that type of passionate love would apparently be described as 恋 (koi). this is never used to describe ocelot but it is used to describe volgin and raikov, who are confirmed lovers:

大佐とイワン少佐は恋仲。

"Colonel and Major Ivan are in love."

恋仲 - being in love with each other

when ocelot is described as "longing for snake", the word for "longing" used is 憧れる, the main meaning of which relates to admiration. according to this page, it can also have romantic connotations but 焦がれる is more frequently used to express that

it seems a deliberate choice to make ocelot's feelings ambiguous by selecting words that convey a complex range of emotions rather than stating them to be outright romantic. the words used always have alternate meanings unrelated to romantic love, which is why I'm hesitant to acknowledge "ocelot is in love with bb" as solid concrete definite 100% canon, seeing as I'm incapable of understanding the nuance of japanese as a native english speaker. as far as I'm able to understand, it's up to individual interpretation imo

whether you believe ocelot's feelings for bb were romantic or not, we can still agree that everything he did for him was out of some form of love, that type being 愛 (ai) - the deep, unconditional love that might drive a person to dedicate their entire life to another and alter their mind and body to enact their will of eternal global warfare. aww <3

[curlymangue]

¡Para y disfruta de ti mismo! No reflexiones

Puede que esta frase te parezca simple, o trillada. No importa. Porque en el fondo sabes que hace mucho tiempo, que quieres hacer eso exactamente. Parar y disfrutar de ti mismo. Pero no sabes por qué no lo haces. Si decirlo es tan fácil. Si no es más que sentarte, o estar de pie durante unos minutos sin pensar en nada, excepto en disfrutar de ti mismo y del silencio en tu cabeza. De esas voces,…

[kropotkindersurprise]

April 1, 1971 - From red. media:

On this day in 1971, German communist Monika Ertl assassinated Roberto Quintanilla, the Bolivian officer responsible for Che Guevara’s execution. Surprisingly, Ertl was the daughter of a Nazi propagandist who had fled to Bolivia. She was raised surrounded by her family's Nazi friends, such as Gestapo chief Klaus Barbie, aka the "Butcher of Lyon", who British director Kevin Macdonald alleges orchestrated Guevara's murder. Monika cut ties with her fascist family and grew closer to the Communist cause. She was deeply moved by Che Guevara's assassination in 1967 which led to her joining the National Liberation Army of Bolivia (ELN), which Che headed prior to his death. Under her new nom de guerre, “Imilla”, she worked with Che's former comrades to hunt down his killer. In 1971, Monika arrived in the German city of Hamburg, where she looked for Pereira, who was working at the Bolivian Consulate. Monika gunned down Che's killer with three shots to the chest. As she escaped, she left behind her purse, a wig, a revolver, and a piece of paper with the words "Victory or Death - ELN". The killing was soon linked to her and the US-backed Bolivian dictatorship put a $20,000 bounty on her head. However, Monika successfully returned to Bolivia with more targets on her mind, including her family's Nazi friends. In 1973, after several days of surveillance, CIA trained special units ambushed and murdered Monika in the capital city of La Paz. Her body was never found. Monika was dubbed “the avenger of Che”, a name that made headlines around the world.

[letsroanrekru]

MARÍA – CALMA TU MENTE ۞ ORDEN VENUSIANOS

[pasitaenelcentro]

La falta de tu cariño abrió una herida en mi alma.

Tu ausencia hizo sentirme que no era lo suficientemente valiosa como para que te quedarás.

La falta de tu amor me hizo sentir que estaba defectuosa o que no era digna de tu amor.

Mi vacío me convirtió en esta mierda de persona en el amor, el temer y tener un miedo tan grande que al final todos terminan abandonanme.....es que no quiero a nadie más solo a ti querido padre.

[jartita-me-teneis]

“Al final, nada importa. No la probable demencia, la ignorancia infatuante, la incontinencia emocional; No, ciertamente, la campaña torpe y llena de odio, ni las antipolíticas ridículamente impracticables.

El candidato en libertad bajo fianza en cuatro jurisdicciones, el estafador convicto, el violador y depredador sexual en serie juzgado, el arruinado habitual, el títere de Vladimir Putin, el hombre que intentó anular las últimas elecciones y todo su espeluznante séquito de delincuentes e ideólogos. y los lunáticos: los estadounidenses analizaron todo esto detenidamente y dijeron: sí, por favor.

No tiene sentido subestimar la profundidad del desastre. Esta es una crisis como ninguna otra en nuestras vidas. El gobierno de los Estados Unidos ha sido entregado a un gángster cuyo único propósito al huir, además de mantenerse fuera de la cárcel, es buscar venganza contra sus enemigos. El daño que Donald Trump y sus crónicas nihilistas pueden causar –a Estados Unidos, pero también a sus aliados democráticos y a la paz y la seguridad del mundo– es incalculable. Vivimos en la época de Nerón.

Los primeros seis meses serán un período de máximo peligro. Desde este momento la OTAN debe considerarse efectivamente obsoleta, sin la garantía de seguridad estadounidense que siempre ha sido su fundamento. Es posible que veamos nuevas incursiones de Rusia en Europa (los pobres ucranianos probablemente estén perdidos, pero ahora son los países bálticos y los polacos los que deben preocuparse) antes de que los europeos tengan tiempo de organizar una alternativa. China también podría acelerar sus ambiciones taiwanesas.

En casa, Trump actuará con rapidez para consolidar su poder. Parte de esto será institucional: el reemplazo de decenas de miles de funcionarios de carrera por leales a Trump. Pero algo de ello será… atmosférico.

En algún momento, alguien –una empresa cuyo director ejecutivo lo ha desagradado, un crítico de los medios que lo ha molestado– se encontrará siendo objeto de una atención no deseada por parte de la administración Trump. Quizás no sea tan crudo como un arresto policial. Podría ser simplemente un pequeño asunto regulatorio, una auditoría fiscal, algo así. Buscarán la protección de los tribunales, y descubrirán que no la encuentran.

Los jueces también son tal vez leales a Trump, o están demasiado asustados para enfrentarlo. O podrían emitir un fallo y descubrir que no tiene efecto, lo que la administración ha llamado el engaño básico de la democracia liberal: la idea de que, en la crisis, las personas en el poder aceptan estar sujetas a la ley y a sus instrumentos. tribunales, lo mismo que todos los demás. Entonces cada uno tomará su señal. Los ejecutivos harán fila para cortejarlo. Los medios de comunicación, al menos los grandes, encontrarán motivos para estar alegres.

Por supuesto, en la realidad las cosas empezarán a desmoronarse bastante rápido. Los enormes aranceles generalizados que impone hundirán la economía mundial. Los déficits masivos, alimentados por sus políticas fiscales mal pensadas (no reemplazará el impuesto a la renta, como prometió, sino que lo llenará de agujeros) y monetizados, según sus instrucciones, por la Reserva Federal, encenderán una nueva ronda. de la inflación.

Sobre todo, el insensato proyecto de deportar a 12 millones de inmigrantes indocumentados (encontrarlos, capturarlos y detenerlos en cientos de campos de internamiento en todo el país, probablemente durante años, antes de hacerlo) consumirá su administración. Pero para entonces será demasiado tarde.

No deberíamos contar con que la mayoría de los estadounidenses recuperen la cordura. No pudieron ver al señor Trump como era antes: ¿por qué debería cambiar eso? ¿No se volverían más bien más crueles al ver a sus vecinos arrastrados por la policía o los militares, y se endurecerían aún más ante la necesidad de hacer “cosas duras” para “restaurar el orden”?

Algunos no lo harán, por supuesto. Pero con el tiempo descubrirán que las palancas democráticas que alguna vez accionaron para exigir cambios ya no sirven para nada. Todavía hay elecciones, pero las reglas han cambiado: hay ciertos obstáculos, ciertas desventajas si no estás con el partido en el poder. Al principio parecerá más fácil intentar cambiar las cosas desde dentro. Entonces será más fácil no cambiar las cosas.

Todo esto afectará a Canadá de diversas maneras, algunas predecibles, como la avalancha de refugiados que intentarán escapar de los campos; Algunos no tanto, como el empobrecimiento de nuestra propia política, la degradación de la moral y las normas por parte de políticos que han descubierto que no hay un precio político que pagar por ello. ¿Y quién contará con el respaldo de su patrón en Washington?

Toda mi vida he sido un admirador de los Estados Unidos y su gente. Pero ahora me da miedo, y les tengo aún más miedo a ellos”.

El periodista canadiense Andrew Coyne:

[flightlessangelwings]

Bold

Paz Vizsla x fem!reader (no use of y/n) Word count-4.5k

Summary- Paz saves your life when the pirates attack Nevarro. And then you find out he likes it when you’re bold...

Warnings- 18+ ONLY minors do not interact, takes places on Nevarro during "The Pirate," protective!Paz, mutual pining, smut, handjob, fingering, breast play, oral (f receiving), cumplay, size kink, competency kink, praise kink, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms, "good girl" Notes- This one is dedicated to the Paz girlies. This started as more towards the action and protectiveness and then I had the idea to add the smut and I ended up spending more time on that lol! Enjoy! @flightlessangelwings-updates​ is my update blog to also follow and turn on post notifications to stay up to date on when I post!

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You let out a deep sigh as you scanned the rubble that was once the capital city of Nevarro. You and the others counted yourselves lucky to be alive, but nerves still pulsed through your veins that you had just been through. As you helped the others clean up the mess and start to rebuild your homes, you relived the past day in your head. But it was the liberation and the rescue of your home that stuck with you the most.

It all happened so fast. The Nevarro sky rained with blaster fire as ships poured out of the large pirate vessel that descended on the city. You tried to run, but the pirates grabbed you and a few others and held you hostage, forcing you all to act as their bartenders as they enjoyed their victory over your largely defenseless city.

But just as you felt the feeling of despair threaten to overtake you, a light in the atmosphere brought hope. Ships carrying Mandalorians swept through the city and they easily took out the pirates. The other trapped girls quickly ran for cover, but one of the pirates grabbed you before you could join them.

“You’re coming with me, pretty girl,” he sneered at you. 

You screamed as you tried to break free, but it wasn’t until a blast hit his face that he finally let you go. A gasp escaped your lips as the biggest man you had ever seen decked out completely in blue armor grabbed you by the wrist and told you in an urgent tone, “Stay behind me. I’ve got you.”

You didn’t want to leave his side even for a moment, and you easily complied with his order. Not wanting to be a burden, you grabbed a blaster from the fallen pirate and shot as whoever you could from the safety of your Mandalorian shield. He protected you throughout the blaster fire until the dust settled and the last pirate was taken down. Even when your two groups of people met and your leaders came to an agreement to share the land of Nevarro, you stayed close to him. 

As the conversation came to an end, and yours and his people broke off to go their own ways, you let out a heavy sigh of relief, “Thank you,” your voice was just a whisper but you were sure he heard you, “You saved my life back there.” After a beat, you gave him your name.

The large blue Mandalorian turned to you slowly and gave you a nod, “You held your own back there well,” his smooth, low voice sent a shiver up your spine as he took your hand. He raised your arm up to the bottom edge of his helmet as he tapped the back of your hand to it. “Paz,” he gave you his name shortly before he let go of your hand and went to join his people.

You stood dumbfounded for several moments just cradling your hand as if you felt his lips against your skin. It wasn’t until your friends called your name and ran up to you, engulfing you in warm embraces that you let go of your breath and were brought back to the present. 

*

The citizens of Nevarro all decided to camp out together that first night and get to work rebuilding the city the next day. You spent the morning helping some others clean out the school before you decided to walk to the further edge of the city and see how bad the damage was to your home. Living closer to the outskirts, you hoped that the little neighborhood where your house sat in a row of other dwellings wasn’t hit too badly.

“Thank the Maker,” you let out a sigh of relief when you turned the corner and saw all the buildings still sood mostly intact. But you scrunched your brows when you saw that a large piece of rubble completely blocked your front door. “Ok…” you breathed as you stretched and tried to work yourself up and muster the energy to move it.

But as hard as you pushed and as much as you strained, the piece of rubble just would not budge. 

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath as you tried again, lunging at the stubborn rock. Maybe you thought that you could catch it by surprise and it would move.

Then suddenly it did move.

You yelped as the heavy boulder slowly slid away from you and you almost tripped over yourself when it lifted off the ground and moved to the side. Finding your footing, you looked up from the ground and saw the familiar blue Mandalorian grunting as he used every ounce of his strength to move the boulder out of your way.

“Paz!” you breathed in relief as you watched him set the rubble down out of the way of your front door. Even if you had wanted to, you couldn’t hide the way your face lit up when you saw him again.

“A valiant effort,” Paz tilted his head to the side as he looked you up and down, “But I think that was too big for you to move on your own.”

You bit your lip as you fiddled with your fingers, “Well good thing I have a Mandalorian that seems to find me at just the right time.” 

A short huff escaped his lips and you wondered if he hid a smirk underneath that helmet. You were sure you imagined it, but you thought you saw his gaze subtly drift down along your figure, as if he studied every inch of you, every curve of your body. It made your skin tingle and heat up as you snuck a glance at his imposing figure whenever you could. You only hoped he didn’t catch your wandering eyes. 

If he noticed, Paz didn’t mention it and he redirected your thoughts when he spoke again, “Your door is damaged,” he seemed to force himself to concentrate on anything but you as he turned his attention to your front door. He ran his gloved hand up and down the doorframe and you couldn’t help but wonder what his hand would feel like if he touched you like that. Again, though, his voice brought you back to reality, “I can fix it for you,” Paz said plainly before he pulled out a tool from his pack and made quick work of your front door.

The world felt like it spun around you as you watched the big, strong Mandalorian fix the front of your house like it was nothing. Just like he lifted that boulder like it was nothing. Thankfully, the damage wasn’t too bad, but you found that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. The way he was able to move the boulder that blocked your way, the way he easily shot down the pirates and kept you safe the day before, the way he competently fixed your door… you were a goner before you even realized it.

“Done,” Paz huffed as he straightened his posture and pushed your door open.

Your eyes went wide as your gaze trailed from his armored silhouette to the inside of your home. Paz stood to the side as you carefully stepped inside, your breath trapped in your chest as you anticipated the worst. But, you let out a deep sigh of relief when the inside was completely intact. Only some things scattered the floor that had fallen from the tables and shelves when the city was attacked, but otherwise, the damage was minimal. 

“You got lucky here,” Paz moved to stand at your side, closing the door behind him, “Your home seems to have escaped the damage,” he turned to you as your gaze stayed forward. His hand clenched and unclenched as he longed to reach out to you like he did the way before. Even from the moment he first saw you, Paz felt an instant pull towards you. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and when he saw the way you fought back against the clutches of that pirate, he felt compelled to protect you. 

Unaware of Paz’s inner turmoil, you let out another deep sigh as you met his vizor. Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt his gaze on you, even if you couldn’t see it. You had no idea where it came from, but your next words caught even you off guard, “It’s not the first time I got lucky… Maybe it won’t be the last…” your tone dropped as you made your intentions obvious to him.

As he stared at you, you instantly regretted your words and you dropped your gaze and turned away from him, “I’m sorry,” you blurted out, “That was bold… I don’t want to cross a line…”

But your rambles of embarrassment were cut off when a gloved hand gently cupped your chin and guided you to look back at him, “No,” Paz’s voice was soft as his tone matched your low one, “I like boldness,” he growled as his grip on your chin tightened slightly.

The tension in the room was palpable as you both stared at each other. Nerves made your skin tingle and your breath tremble, yet the way Paz held your chin brought comfort to you. Finding your bravery, you broke the silence, “The bedroom is back this way.”

“Lead the way,” Paz replied in a low tone as his thumb brushed across your face.

You stepped backwards, knowing your home by heart, so you didn’t have to look away from Paz as you slid your hand in his. He immediately wrapped his fingers around yours as he caressed your side with his free hand. Paz’s grip landed on your hip and he used the leverage to yank you up against his armored chest.

A gasp escaped your lips as you found yourself flushed against his broad body, and your hand landed on the cool plate of his armor. You felt weightless as you took tiny steps back into your bedroom while Paz hands his hands up and down your body. After repeating the motion a few times, he grabbed your shirt and held still, the fabric balled in his fist as his gaze bore into you through the vizor.

“Do it,” you breathed, knowing exactly what he asked without the words needed, “I want this.”

Paz let out a low growl as he made quick work of your clothes. With every step towards your bed he exposed another sliver of your skin until you were completely bare by the time your legs hit the bed. He grunted as he pushed you backwards so that you landed on your mattress, and he was mesmerized by the way your breasts bounced when you did. 

“Beautiful…” Paz groaned as he looked you up and down, this time less subtly.

You laid out on your back completely exposed to him. And Paz couldn’t help but notice the glisten between your parted legs as you anticipated his next move. His gaze ran up your body as he leaned forward, memorizing every dip and curve of your figure until he got you your face and noticed the glazed over expression in your eyes and the way your lips were parted.

Feeling nervous under Paz’s strong gaze, you suddenly became very aware that you were naked and he remained fully covered. Swallowing hard, you whispered, “Can I see your hands?” Your eyes fluttered up to meet his vizor as he hovered over you.

Paz said nothing, and only tilted his helmet to the side slightly.

Somehow, you knew exactly what the gesture meant and you rephrased in a stronger voice, “I want to see your hands.” 

“Good girl,” Paz groaned. 

He stayed hovering over you even as he lifted himself up to slowly remove his gloves. Paz took pleasure in the way your breath trembled and your body shook in anticipation. He teased you as he slowly took one glove off, one finger at a time. And it didn’t go unnoticed when you gasped at the first glimpse of skin or the way you licked your lips when you noticed how thick his fingers were.

But then your next words took you both by surprise, “And your cock.”

Paz stilled, his hands bare for you as he hovered over you between your parted legs. But, he did like the boldness in your request… command… and Paz felt himself stiffen in his pants. With a growl, he complied, and his bare hands quickly freed his cock for you.

“Fuck…” you breathed when you saw how big he was. 

Moving before you could stop yourself, you reached out for him and wrapped your hand around his cock. Paz leaned forward more, planting his hands on either side of you as you gave his length a soft squeeze. You glanced up for a moment, and when you felt his energy flow through your body, your eyes drifted back down between your bodies as you pumped his cock.

Paz growled your name as he tilted his head forward so that his helmet rested against your forehead. He felt cool against your heated skin, and when he rocked his hips in time with your hand, you worked him faster, squeezing all the spots that made him groan more. Heat rose in the room as you pumped him as he covered your body with his own, and you let out a soft moan when Paz growled your name.

“If you don’t stop now…” Paz grunted, “I’m going to cum all over you…”

You looked up from where his cock captivated your attention to meet Paz’s vizor. A challenge glistened in your eyes as you gave him a slight smirk and pumped him faster in response. A low curse hissed out of Paz’s lips as he thrust his hips into your hand more. Grunts and whimpers filled the room as Paz felt his climax hit him before he could give you any warning. A gasp escaped your throat as he came hard, splashing his seed all over your stomach, but you kept going until Paz grabbed your wrist and yanked you off of him.

Heavy breaths filled the space between your bodies as you and Paz stared at each other for several moments. Your wrist stayed in his grip as you were content to be held by him. And for a moment, you swore you saw a glimpse of his eyes behind the darkness of the vizor…

But that moment quickly vanished when Paz let go of your wrists to grab onto your breasts firmly. You dropped your head onto the mattress as you let out a loud scream as he squeezed and fondled your breasts. His rough fingers pinched your nipples as he kneaded the soft flesh and savored every little sound of pleasure you made under his touch. 

“You look so beautiful with my cum on you,” Paz groaned as he gave your breasts another firm squeeze. 

“Paz…” you panted as your eyes fluttered closed. 

He ran his hands down the sides of your body, careful to leave the evidence of his release on your skin. When he reached your thighs, Paz grabbed your legs and parted them more, and his breath hitched in his throat when he saw how your pussy glistened. 

“So wet for me already, mesh’la,” Paz growled as he scooped just a little bit of his seed and trailed it down the mound of your public bone, “But I need to prepare you for my cock…”

“Please Paz,” you begged as you shifted to make yourself comfortable, “I need you… Don’t make me wait.”

“Shhh,” he cooed as he parted your lower lips, “Patience, mesh’la… I’ve got you.” 

Your heart skipped a beat as he repeated his first words to you, only this time they held even more meaning, “I trust you,” you whispered your reply as you relaxed your body under his expert touch. Vaguely, you wondered what that nickname meant, but just by the way he said it with fondness was enough to make your heart flutter. 

But any thought you might have had vanished from your mind as Paz coated his finger with his seed and pushed into your pussy. You clutched at the sheets as his thick digit entered you inch by delicious inch. Paz groaned as he watched his cum-coated finger disappear inside you and your warmth engulfed him. His cock already started to stiffen again as he slowly reeled back and thrust his finger fully into you again.

“Paz!” you cried out as he repeated the motion again and again, “Another finger… Please…”

He growled your name as he complied with your request… demand. You felt so good around his fingers and he felt your wet tightness grip him hard as he crooked his fingers up and hit your sweet spot with precision. You bucked your hips and screamed loudly as you felt like you would fly off of the bed.

“Oh fuck…” you cried out as Paz hit your sweet spot over and over again ad he thrust his fingers harder and faster.

“Show me how beautiful you are when you cum,” Paz growled as he watched you fall apart with intense satisfaction. His cock screamed at him, but he ignored it in favor of pleasuring you.

It didn’t take long for Paz to get what he wanted and you came with a loud scream. Your legs trembled on either side of him as you rode out your climax on his fingers as Paz savored the way your mouth dropped open to allow the beautiful sounds to flow freely. When you were spent, you flopped down limp on the bed and Paz stayed still inside you for a few moments as he watched your breasts rise and fall.

Carefully, paz pulled his fingers out, and he caressed your body with his free hand when you let out a soft whimper. You kept your eyes closed as you spread yourself for him in a wordless invitation… but Paz had other plans for you.

“Turn over, mesh’la,” he ordered softly.

You blinked your eyes open and were met with his armored figure, just his hands and cock out for you. You gasped as you felt a fresh wave of need crash through you at the way he looked at you with fondness, even through the helmet. You flashed him a grin as you eagerly complied.

Feeling flirtatious, you wiggled your ass a little as you positioned yourself on your hands and knees. Any embarrassment was gone after you both came for each other once, and all that was felt in between the two of you was need and desire.

“Put your face down,” Paz said, “Keep your eyes covered.”

That caught you off guard and the nerves rushed back. But, you did as you were told with a meek, “Yes.” You leaned forward, burying your face in the sheets until your world went black. And your skin warmed as the motion made you lift your ass in the air, putting yourself on full display for the Mandalorian.

To test you, Paz slapped your pussy without warning. You screamed into the mattress, but your face stayed buried. You felt dizzy from the impact but it only turned you on more.

“Good girl,” he growled as he dipped down behind you, “Stay just like that no matter what.”

Before you could answer, you felt the cold touch of Paz’s helmet against your ass. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as you heard the hiss of his helmet and you realized what he had planned. You let out a loud moan as you felt the tip of Paz’s tongue against your folds as he licked your pussy from behind. 

Your muffled moans filled the room as you clutched tightly to the sheets, lost in the pleasure that was Paz’s tongue. Even with your face buried, you saw stars every time he hit your clit, and you were sure you weren't going to last long.

“Fuck… Paz… You’re gonna make me cum,” you whimpered before you fell apart again.

He slurped loudly as he gripped your thighs tightly, licking and sucking at your cunt while you came on his face. Paz savored the taste of you, and he smirked against you as he felt you gush against his face. And while he kept his helmet tilted off just enough to expose his lips, Paz was proud of you for keeping yourself down just like he told you to.

Breaking away with a pop, Paz lowered his helmet back down and licked his lips as he did so, “I think you’re ready for my cock now, mesh’la,” his voice was low as he stroked himself, “You can lift your head now.”

You didn’t have the energy to pick yourself up completely, but you lifted your face and took in a deep breath.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” you breathed as you trembled in anticipation. 

But as wet as you were, the stretch of Paz’s cock still took your breath away and you gasped loudly as the tip pushed into you. Slowly, Paz entered your pussy with a groan of his own. Fuck you felt even better around him than he thought. But, he didn’t want to hurt you by letting himself go.

“Are you alright?” Paz asked as he caressed your back and your ass.

“Yes,” you replied immediately, “Fuck… Please, don’t stop. Feels so good.”

Paz growled as he kept going, “You look even more beautiful on my cock than I thought,” he groaned as he pushed the rest of the way inside you, “And you feel even better too.”

You whimpered as the feeling of Paz’s cock was overwhelming in the best way. You had never felt fuller, never been more stretched out, and you had never felt a pleasure like this ever in your life. Maker, you were already addicted to him and he had just entered you. 

He grabbed onto your hips as he rolled back and thrust forward gently. Slowly at first, Paz rocked back and forth, but the more you moaned and cried out in pleasure, the faster he went. Skin slapped against skin as he reached forward and grabbed your arms, lifting your chest off the bed as he thrust into you over and over again.

Moans and screams filled the room as your mouth hung open while Paz fucked you. Your eyes rolled back as you surrendered yourself and gave every inch of yourself to him. Not only did his cock stretch you out more than ever before, but the way Paz held you tight made you feel safe and protected as he pounded into you.

Paz groaned your name as he craved even more of you. He grabbed you and yanked you back so that your bare back was pressed flush against his armored chest. Paz wrapped his arm around you and grabbed your breast with one hand and pinned you against his body and rubbed at your clit with the other.

“Oh! Fuck!” you screamed, “Paz!” you reached up behind you and grabbed onto him wherever you could. Only your knees stayed on the bed as you arched your back and let Paz hold you tightly as he fucked into you with an ever faster pace.

“Cum, mesh’la,” he groaned in your ear, “Cum on my cock.” Paz’s own orgasm wasn’t far behind, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last like this. Holding you in his arms while he thrust into you was just as overwhelming for him as it was for you. 

“Cum in me,” you whispered before your climax hit you.

That was all it took for both of you to completely fall apart. You screamed loudly as your inner muscles squeezed Paz’s cock. His grip on you tightened as he filled you to the point where you thought you would burst, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was Paz and the ecstasy he brought you. Your entire body shook as he held you close and you both rode out your intense highs on each other.

You felt yourself gush as your release dripped down your inner thigh. Paz noticed too, as he felt you soak his cock while he spilled himself inside of you until that too dripped out of you. With one last grunt and thrust, Paz sheathed himself completely inside you as he tipped you both forward until you both collapsed down onto the bed. 

Neither of you moved for a long time. Heavy breaths filled the room as you laid in Paz’s arms, his cock still buried deep inside you. Tears filled your eyes from the waves of emotions that crashed into you suddenly. As much as you tried to keep them hidden, Paz heard a soft sob and immediately pushed himself up.

“Are you alright, cyare?” Paz hissed as he pulled out of you, but his focus was quickly redirected to your needs.

You whimpered at the loss of him inside you, “I’m fine, Paz,” your voice was soft as he wiped away the tears from the corners of your eyes, “More than fine actually,” you gave him a bright smile as you leaned into his touch. Closing your eyes, you kissed the palm of his hand and you heard his breath hitch. 

Paz let out a heavy sigh as he looked at you. He felt an even bigger need to keep you protected as you looked so vulnerable in his arms. A glow surrounded you as you let out a contented sigh of your own. It was a tender moment neither of you would ever forget. 

But, Paz knew he couldn’t stay like this forever, “I should go,” he said abruptly.

“Wait,” you grabbed his wrist before he could get up, “Stay?” you pleaded with your eyes before you repeated in a stronger voice, “I want you to stay.” 

He let out another sigh, “Alright.” Paz wouldn’t admit how little it took to convince him to stay. But he also didn’t want to deny how much he already craved the feeling of you securely in his arms. The rest of the world could wait as Paz settled back down and held you tight. He wondered what would happen moving forward. How could he keep you by his side while still remaining loyal to his tribe? Would Ragnar like you? Would you like him? 

But for now, those questions would wait, and all Paz wanted to do was hold you close.

SImilar questions ran through your mind, and you wondered if he would want to stay with you, if he would allow you to stay with him. Somehow, you had a feeling you could make it work from how strong your feelings were already. You could figure it out somehow. And you had never been happier that you were bold as you sighed contently in Paz’s strong arms. 

[premiogrampo]

– Prêmio Grampo 2024 de Grandes HQs – Os 20 rankings do júri

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– Prêmio Grampo 2024 de Grandes HQs – Os 20 rankings do júri

Foram 20 eleitores convidados para votar no Prêmio Grampo 2024. A regra era simples: cada um deveria enviar um ranking com seus 10 quadrinhos preferidos publicados no Brasil entre os dias 1º de janeiro e 31 de dezembro de 2023 – incluindo republicações (títulos que já tenham sido lançados no Brasil anteriormente, mas que retornaram em novo formato editorial). Continue reading – Prêmio Grampo…

[espejismo-fragmentado]

No voy a perder tiempo con juegos mentales; me hablas, te hablo.

Me ignoras, te ignoro, así de simple.

[marymagdalenegf]

This Easter Sunday, I am thinking about all the horrors I have seen out of Palestine since October, out of Sudan and the Congo ; the way what I thought were the lines no human beings would ever cross have had to be redrawn further and further and further. I refuse not to love this world, but to love it properly we must always remember Jesus came to liberate the suffering and the oppressed and that we must continue His work how we can- through education, through extending kindness, through charity, etc.

consider donating to UNRWA. Consider buying an esim. consider donating to save the children. When you pray today, please remember to pray for Gaza, for Sudan, for the Congo.

Le doy gracias a mi dios por la vida que tengo, y le ruego por paz y por la libertad de todos. amén.

[xaiper-moony]

Humanidad

Los humanos son criaturas extrañas. Se atreven a proclamarse como guardianes de la paz, y con ese mismo aliento clavan las uñas en la carne de sus semejantes. Sus corazones fueron hechos para latir al ritmo del amor, sí, pero como un péndulo, oscilan entre la ternura y la brutalidad. Construyen y destruyen en una misma danza; siembran la paz y la guerra en un mismo suelo, como si sus manos no supieran distinguir entre lo sagrado y lo prohibido.

Un simple vaiven de su voluntad es capaz de encender luz en la más recondita oscuridad. Sin embargo, esa misma luz que les enseñó a crear, los ha encendido con una llama insaciable, capaz de consumir todo cuanto tocan. Los impulsa hacia adelante, pero también los arrastra al abismo, un ciclo interminable que convierte el dolor en su lenguaje común, y donde siempre, siempre, se levantan sombras a su alrededor. La corrupción es una mancha tenaz que se adhiere a sus sueños, desdibujando la pureza de sus intenciones y dejando tras de sí un rastro de cenizas.

La justicia, ese ideal noble que alzan como bandera, se transforma en un arma en sus manos. La ambición los ciega, y pronto convierten la ley en un instrumento de poder y control, mientras la verdad se convierte en un eco que se desvanece, cada vez más lejano, hasta volverse inaudible. Lo buscan todo, pero no encuentran nada. Sus valores, en principio tan sólidos, se diluyen, dejando poco más que promesas incumplidas.

Así son ellos: una contradicción andante, crearon ángeles y demonios que reflejan tal disonancia en su alma, desafiando toda lógica, toda esperanza. Caminan por la tierra como en una marcha sin fin, sin dirección clara, sin comprender que en su misma esencia llevan las semillas de su redención y su perdición. Tal vez, en algún rincón de su caótico ser, aún exista un destello que los libere de sí mismos.