#Paras Square

[ball-jointed-cadaver]

"such a handsome man"

[wallpapedits-vvc]

Details of pics I've taken: Altamira 👁️👁️ pt. 10

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[genbabureki]

how am I supposed to keep going after that boonboomger episode

[aricastmblr]

ARMYs reunidos en Time Square para la presentación de JungKook en un ratito. Al parecer todo indica que es el evento sorpresa del comunicado de ayer army lo ha confirmado viendo al team jungkook llegara al lugar. Hay un escenario que se encuentra sobre las icónicas pantallas

(Nada que ver pero se vio a Steve Aoki pasar por ahí XD) (esperamos si sea)

Según el personal del evento, la presentación de Jungkook en Times Square será a las 7:30 a.m. KST...

Jueves, 09 de Noviembre 04:30 PM

[goethefaustworld]

Can you people hate him for legitimate reasons rather than stupid shit whose evidence you need to look at a certain angle and only just a still image of it?

What the fuck? Are there seriously no better things you can hate him for?

Everyone that is saying “Oh that was a Roman salute!” They are a Nazi too, They just don’t want to be outed as one yet, but they’re Nazi, every single one of them.

We all saw it and we all know what it was.

[edsonjnovaes]

Museum of Bad Art

O Moba (Museum of Bad Art, ou Museu da Arte Ruim) foi criado quando o vendedor de antiguidades Scott Wilson encontrou, em uma lixeira da cidade, a pintura do retrato de uma senhora de vestido azul, em 1994, localizado na região metropolitana de Boston, nos EUA, abriga o único museu do mundo dedicado a exibir obras de arte que jamais estariam nas casas tradicionais de exposição. Letícia Mori –…

[dandysworldhcs]

actually can i just req some silly finn hcs! our finn fictive Will judge them (politely). i have a lot of hcs and projections already but i wanna see more :3c

- tropical charms anon

(also might come back for more later on cuz i'm making a bit hc list project..)

hi !!

-the missing tooth is from a fishing accident. the fish was putting up a fight and once he was able to pull it out of the water it clocked him square in the face and knocked out a tooth. he also has a crack on his lip where the fish hit him. he thinks the whole situation was hilarious

-this is based off my design for him.his fish features have slight bioluminescent markings. its not enough to be like.a big noticeable glow like vee or astro or brightney.just little bits of glow similar to those glow in the dark stars.does this make sense

-he is posic. when he says barnaby willikers is more than just a toy fish to him he means it.thats his guy !! wether hes objectum or not is up to viewers interpretation -hes a very catch-and-release guy with his fishing which is why he gets a little frazzled when sprout talks about seafood.he forgets some people dont just.put the fish back in the water -this is based off a minicomic i saw that made me laugh, he has that specific trait where he can smell the chemical ants use to communicate. both him and shelly sometimes track down stray ants. like they could be talking and having the most important conversation of their lives but the moment they smell an ant theyre like.we gotta go find it.and its a bonding experience for them !! fun enrichment :-]

-he has a glass top that hes supposed to put on so he doesnt spill everywhere but he forgets to put it on almost every time -one of the walls in his room is a bigass fish tank but none of the fish are real. its all different types of toy fish like barnaby. he takes all the fish out once or twice a week to wind them up again and have them swim around in the tank

-surprisingly good at riddles. to him they're just "smarter puns". even rodger is surprised at his efficiency

-fluent in spanish, one time one of the kids that came to gardenview in a field trip didnt know much english and was Afraid and nobody knew how to help them and suddenly he pulled up like "hola !! soy finn, necesitas ayuda con algo ? te ves nerviosa. no te preocupes, estoy aqui para ayudarte <:] ". he de-escalated the situation beautifully and even the handlers were shocked. hes got a puertorican accent btw because i love projecting

-master at spinning things in his fingers.like yk how some people spin pens and stuff when theyre bored.yeah finn could spin that shit for hours at alarming speeds if given the time and if hes got nothing to do

thats all for now :-]

[patrycarro]

Sul Sul!

Looking for new houses for your Sims? Want to refresh the world you're playing in with some new community lots? Or perhaps you'd like to add a few apartments to your city for your more cosmopolitan Sims? If you answered yes to any of these, keep reading.

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Most of my content consists of builds for The Sims 3 (it’s what I enjoy the most in the game), but before you dive in, here are a few things to keep in mind:

I don’t use CC in 99% of my builds, although I occasionally use mods to enhance gameplay or the atmosphere of the lot.

I have version 1.69 of the game and all the expansions installed. However, I rarely use all of them in a single build.

My builds are exclusively available for download on my Patreon. After 15 days of early access, they become—and will always remain—free for everyone. If you like my work and are able to support me, it’s always greatly appreciated.

I create builds of all kinds, sizes, styles, and colors, so chances are you’ll find something that suits your taste.

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La mayor parte de mi contenido son construcciones de Los Sims 3 (es lo que más me gusta hacer en el juego), pero antes de adentrarte en él deberías tener en cuenta que:

No utilizo CC en el 99% de mis creaciones, pero sí algún mod de vez en cuando para mejorar la jugabilidad o el ambiente del solar.

Tengo la versión 1.69 del juego y todas las expansiones instaladas. Sin embargo, rara vez las utilizo todas en una sola construcción.

Mis construcciones solo están disponibles para descargar en mi Patreon y, tras 15 días de acceso anticipado, son y siempre serán accesibles para todo el mundo de forma gratuita. Aun así, si te gusta lo que hago y te lo puedes permitir, siempre agradeceré tu apoyo.

Hago construcciones de todo tipo, tamaño, estilo y color, por lo que es muy probable que alguna de ellas encaje con tus preferencias.

Buscar por tipo:

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[goethefaustworld]

I do wonder if people are being deliberately obtuse...

Like, he very clearly didn't make a Nazi salute. This is just ridiculous! Nothing about how he stands implies he's doing one! And yet we have to ignore everything but his arm and come to the conclusion that he's doing a Nazi gesture

And these are the people who don't really care about the Jewish! At all! The last year and something showed that already!

But they never remember. Always chasing the trendy political stance, never caring they condemned it to hell just last week...

USA... Elon Musk just did the sieg heil (nazi salut to Hitler)

[fairytsuk1]

Cold heartily believe that quackity will be the sweetest dad ever…however when he needs to he’ll will yell but not scary yell like that one scene in rio where Rafael yells “stop shaking him he's not a maraca.” To his kid

dad!alex headcanons <3

i definitely agree SO much, he's the sweetest dad but he isn't afraid to maintain his place as not letting shit slide. he is very much tuned into you and the kids, coming up to hug you from behind as your daughter, itzel, happily eats cereal, "ya, debes limpiar tu tazón. ¿me oyes?"

"siii, papa," she says, grinning at him with her eyes scrunching. "¡quiero jugar Minecraft contigo después de escuela!"

you smile at her, sliding over some fresh fruit. it's domestic and sweet. alex can't help but watch how your daughter wipes her hair out of her face so messily that he swears he's seeing his reflection in the mirror. he squeezes you tighter, "por supuesto, bajita."

while alex can be so absolutely sweet, he doesn't tolerate bullshit, like I said. maybe it's getting late, alex is sleepy and cleaning up while you handle bath time. it's quiet. it's... serene, too serene. alex hears you sigh, and your daughter whines. ah, there it is. by the time he's made his way over, it's already escalated into a full-blown tantrum.

your husband looks over at you, and you just look so worn. itzel is huffing, not wanting the pajamas you'd selected, and you're trying so hard to be patient, "do you want a few minutes to calm down?"

"no! i want my duck jammies," she whines, fighting your arms as you try to wrap her in a comforting embrace. "you're so stupid!"

"hey! itzel," he immediately squats down and squares her shoulders. "mírame, toma una respira. no, no te vayas, te vas a pararse aquí y tomar un minuto para relajarte."

itzel sniffles with her mouth opening in protest; alex only has to look at her as he crosses his arms before she quiets down. itzel takes shaky breaths, and her eyes guiltily flit back from you to him.

"tu mama te ama muchisimo, mija. this behavior is unacceptable. your pajamas are dirty right now, so you're wearing your nightie. there's nothing we can do," he says simply.

itzel starts to calm down bit by bit, "no quiero oír un insulto hablado a tu mamá ningún otra vez. ella es tu mamá, es importante a ti, es importante a mí."

he nods his head over to you, and itzel's face is wracked with shame. her tears well again as she turns guiltily, rushing into your arms, "mama..."

your eyes meet his, and alex only shrugs with a soft smile, inching closer to hug all of you. though his hand lingers on your waist and squeezes. alex kisses you unashamedly, which makes itzel giggle: "te amo mamá, y papá también!"

it makes your heart sing as you kiss her forehead, "I love you both too."

"mhm. and she's right, i especially love you," alex whispers into your ear.

your family may be small, and it may come with challenges, but he's never not there to remind you that he's with you. and that means through anything, he's got your back.

[harrrystyles-writing]

Bitter Sweet

Inspirado na música: sweet - cigarrettes after sex

A batida da música fazia o chão vibrar sob meus pés, as luzes vermelhas e azuis cortavam o ambiente, iluminando rostos borrados pelo efeito de dos drinks que bebi. Mulheres passavam por mim, algumas me olhavam por tempo demais, mas eu não retribuía, nenhuma delas era interessante o suficiente para me satisfazer. Meu copo estava pela metade, quando senti o celular vibrar no bolso da calça.

Uma vez.

Depois outra.

E outra.

Tirei o aparelho e vi o nome dela iluminando a tela.

S/n.

Meu peito apertou.

Desbloqueei a tela e vi as mensagens chegando sem parar.

Dez.

Quinze.

Todas foram enviadas nos últimos minutos.

Hazz...

Você não me odeia, né?

Você ainda pensa em mim?

Eu ainda penso em você.

Você pensa em mim?

Você sente saudade?

Eu sinto…

Minha mão apertou o celular com mais força, eu sabia onde isso ia dar, sempre acontecia quando ela bebia.

Ela sumia da minha vida, me obrigava a seguir em frente e no segundo em que eu começava a conseguir, ela reaparecia.

Dessa vez, não seria diferente.

Amanhã, quando a ressaca passasse, ela se arrependeria de ter me procurado.

Fingiria que nada aconteceu.

Mas antes que eu desligasse a tela, um vídeo carregou na conversa.

Minha respiração falhou quando vi a imagem refletindo em meu celular. S/n estava no banho, o cabelo molhado pingava gotas que deslizavam por sua pele, o vapor cobria parte da câmera, mas o que consegui enxergar já era o suficiente para bagunçar minha cabeça.

Ela sabia que eu era obcecado pelo seu corpo.

Sabia como mexer comigo.

Mas todas às vezes… todas as malditas vezes… era o jeito que ela sorria que me atraía.

Outro vídeo carregou.

Ela já estava na cama agora, uma lingerie vermelha contrastava com sua pele quente, o tecido se moldando ao corpo que eu ainda conhecia tão bem.

Ela se movia devagar, como se soubesse exatamente o que estava fazendo comigo.

Ela sabia que eu achava que sua pele tinha a cor perfeita.

Perfeita no jeito como se encaixava contra os meus lençóis.

Mas eram sempre os olhos dela que me seduziam, por mais que o corpo me atraísse, eram os olhos que me quebravam.

O jeito como costumavam brilhar para mim, o jeito como, mesmo agora, mesmo bêbada e confusa, ela ainda me olhava como se eu fosse tudo.

Como se eu fosse o único para ela.

Seu único e doce amor.

Meus pensamentos lutavam entre razão e impulso, eu sabia que deveria ignorar.

Eu precisava ignorar.

Porém, mais mensagens chegaram.

Eu fiz merda, Hazz…

Eu estraguei tudo, né?

Diz que não me odeia.

Diz que ainda me quer.

Diz que quer me foder até eu esquecer que a gente terminou.

Me diz que quer me amar até eu lembrar por que a gente começou.

Meus dedos apertaram o copo.

E então, um áudio carregou.

Eu me forcei a não ouvir. Mas não consegui, eu precisava ouvir, eu queria ouvir.

Harry...

Eu sempre fui péssima sem você.

Antes que percebesse, já estava saindo da boate.

O ar frio da madrugada bateu no meu rosto quando alcancei a rua, os passos apressados enquanto tentava chamar um carro.

As mensagens dela ainda piscavam na tela.

Hazz, eu estou tão cansada de sentir sua falta…

Não quero mais sentir isso…

O táxi chegou, e eu entrei sem hesitar.

— Para onde? — perguntou o motorista, sem nem me olhar.

Minhas mãos apertaram o celular, o endereço dela já estava salvo nos meus favoritos, porque eu nunca consegui apagar.

— Madison Avenue, número 845.

O motorista apenas assentiu e começou a dirigir. Meus dedos tamborilavam contra a perna. As luzes da Times Square passavam borradas pela janela, tudo dentro de mim se contraía com a lembrança da voz dela.

"Eu sempre fui péssima sem você."

Ela não fazia ideia do que essa frase fez comigo.

O carro parou, eu saí antes mesmo do motorista dar o aviso, atravessei a rua, subi as escadas do prédio quase correndo, minhas mãos tremiam quando bati à porta.

Nada.

Bati de novo.

Silêncio.

Talvez ela já tivesse desmaiado, talvez nem se lembrasse de que me chamou, mas a porta se abriu com um rangido lento, o que vi me fez prender o ar nos pulmões.

Ela estava ali.

Descalça, os cabelos bagunçados, uma das alças da lingerie caída sobre o ombro, seus olhos estavam inchados, o rímel borrado na pele, o cheiro de álcool impregnado nela.

— Harry… — Ela sorriu. — Você veio…

— Você me chamou.

Ela deu um passo para trás, me dando espaço para entrar, não precisei procurar muito para saber que tipo de noite ela teve sozinha: garrafas espalhadas, um cinzeiro com cigarros amassados, a TV ligada em um dos meus clipes.

Ela estava péssima.

Mesmo assim, mesmo sabendo que essa noite ia me foder inteiro por dentro, eu não consegui ir embora.

S/n cambaleou para o lado ao fechar a porta, eu avancei instintivamente, segurando-a pelos braços.

— Você não deveria ter bebido tanto — murmurei.

— Eu sei… — Ela soltou uma risada fraca e encostou a testa contra o meu peito. — Mas eu só queria parar de pensar.

Eu a conhecia, sabia exatamente o que acontecia quando ela bebia até esquecer de si mesma, sabia que no dia seguinte viriam a ressaca, o arrependimento de tudo o que fez, mas ainda assim, eu estava ali.

Com cuidado, levei-a até o sofá, ela se jogou no estofado com um suspiro.

— Você cuida tão bem de mim… — Ela sorriu de leve, mas logo o sorriso sumiu. — Por que você ainda cuida de mim?

Não tinha uma resposta ou talvez tivesse, mas não queria dizê-la em voz alta.

— Espera aqui.

Fui até o banheiro e peguei alguns lenços umedecidos, quando voltei, ela ainda me olhava.

— Hazz?

— O que foi? — Sentei ao lado dela.

— Eu sei que você sabe, mas... — Ela abaixou a cabeça. — Eu ainda te amo…

Fechei os olhos por um instante.

Isso não era justo.

Não era justo que ela dissesse essas coisas só quando estava bêbada.

Respirei fundo, ignorando sua confissão e voltei a me concentrar no que estava fazendo, com delicadeza, comecei a limpar seu rosto, ela fechou os olhos ao toque.

— Isso me lembra de quando você cuidava de mim depois das festas… — murmurou, segurando minha camisa.

Sim.

Porque sempre tinha sido assim.

Sempre fui eu.

Mas agora, não sabia se ainda deveria ser, por mais que eu ainda me importasse, por mais que ela ainda fizesse meu peito apertar e meu coração acelerar, havia algo dentro de mim que gritava para que eu fosse embora antes que fosse tarde demais.

Antes que eu me perdesse nela outra vez.

Mas eu não fiz.

Quando terminei, ela já estava mais sonolenta, mas sabia que precisava ajudá-la a se recompor, antes que o álcool a fizesse desabar de vez.

— Vem. — Ofereci minha mão. — Você precisa de um banho.

Eu ajudei a se levantar, guiando-a até o banheiro, que estava escuro, exceto pela luz fraca do corredor. Girei o registro do chuveiro, deixando a água cair, morna, quase fria, ela continuava me observando em silêncio.

Eu sabia que ela não tinha forças para ficar ali sozinha. Sabia que confiava em mim, então a fiz entrar na banheira e entrei com ela, sentando-me atrás, enquanto a água escorria pelos nossos corpos.Puxei-a para o meu peito, o calor que emanava dela me fazia quase esquecer a temperatura, S/n ficou ali, mole contra mim, os joelhos dobrados, a cabeça encostada no meu ombro.

— Harry…

— Hm?

— Você me odeia? — Ela respirou fundo, encolhendo-se mais contra o meu corpo.

— Por que odiaria você?

— Você deveria...

— Por que está falando essas coisas?

— Eu fiz algo que não consigo consertar.

— O quê? — Minha pulsação acelerou.

— Antes do nosso último término… — Ela fechou os olhos, apertando as mãos ao redor dos meus braços. — Eu... eu te traí.

Por um momento, achei que tinha ouvido errado.

Ela não.

Não ela.

— O quê? — repeti, torcendo para ser mentira.

Ela abriu os olhos e eu a conhecia bem o suficiente para ver que sua dor, sua culpa, eram reais, mas nenhuma justificativa seria suficiente, nenhuma explicação apagaria o que foi feito.

— Com quem? — Minha respiração travou.

— Isso importa? — A voz dela se desfez em um choro sufocado.

— Importa pra caralho, é alguém que eu conheço?

— Um cara qualquer, Harry. Me desculpa… Eu me odeio por isso, me odeio tanto… — Ela fechou os olhos novamente, como se doesse me encarar. — Eu estava confusa e com raiva, achei que você não se importava mais comigo.

— Então a solução foi dormir com outro?

Passei as mãos molhadas no rosto, tentando raciocinar, mas não havia lógica que aliviasse aquela dor.

Ela me destruiu.

De um jeito que nem todas as idas e vindas, nem todas as brigas e despedidas conseguiram.

— Eu sei que nada do que eu disser vai mudar o que fiz… mas só quero que saiba que me arrependo, eu me odeio por isso. — Ela levantou a cabeça, os olhos implorando por algo que eu não sabia se podia dar. — Harry… diz alguma coisa, grita comigo, me diz que eu sou uma pessoa horrível.

Fechei os olhos por um segundo, tentando respirar, tentando encontrar um resquício de racionalidade, antes que surtasse, mas senti seus dedos fracos agarrando minha camisa.

— Mas por favor... — Seus dedos puxavam com força, como se tivesse medo de que eu desaparecesse e talvez eu devesse. — Por favor, me odeia amanhã, fica comigo hoje... Não me deixe, Harry.

Se fosse qualquer outra pessoa...

Se fossem outras mãos agarrando minha camisa, outra voz implorando para que eu ficasse, outro rosto marcado pelo peso do arrependimento, eu não hesitaria, me afastaria, viraria as costas e jamais olharia para trás.

Mas era ela.

Sempre foi ela.

Desde o momento em que a vi pela primeira vez, desde que aquele sorriso inocente fez algo dentro de mim desmoronar, desde que ouvi sua risada e soube, que estava perdido.

Eu a amei.

Eu a amo.

E não importa o que aconteça, não importa quantas vezes ela me machuque, me destrua, me tire o chão, não há escapatória.

Não para mim.

Eu deveria odiá-la.

Sei que deveria.

Mas como odiar o que é parte de mim?

Como arrancar algo que está entrelaçado à minha alma?

Se eu fosse forte, diria não.

Se tivesse um mínimo de amor próprio, me afastaria.

Ela esperava que eu a abandonasse, que finalmente fizesse o que deveria ter feito há muito tempo, mas, no fundo, ela já sabia.

Ela sempre soube.

Que, quando se tratava dela, eu sempre ficava.

Eu sempre voltava.

Sempre escolheria partir meu coração por ela, porque viver sem ela seria muito pior do que carregar essa dor que dilacerava meu peito.

Eu era um homem fraco quando se tratava dela.

Então, meus braços se fecharam ao redor de sua cintura, apertando-a contra mim, como se eu quisesse prendê-la ali, forçando a encarar a dor em meu rosto, seus olhos úmidos e hesitantes me encararam, neles encontrei a versão de mim que eu quis esquecer, a que pertencia a ela.

Minha mão deslizou por sua nuca, os dedos se enterrando em seus cabelos, quase num desespero, meu rosto pairou sobre o dela por um segundo antes de nossos lábios se encontrarem.

Eu não fui cuidadoso.

Não fui gentil.

Sua boca era quente, desesperada, como se aquele beijo fosse a única coisa que a mantinha inteira.

E talvez fosse.

Talvez fosse para os dois.

O gosto das lágrimas se misturava ao beijo, mas eu não parei.

Não conseguia parar.

Porque, por mais que doesse, por mais que a realidade estivesse ali, gritando entre nós, naquele momento, tudo o que importava era que ela estava em meus braços.

Minhas mãos apertaram sua cintura com força, como se eu pudesse arrancar da pele dela as marcas que outro homem deixou, como se eu pudesse reescrever o que já estava feito.

Mas não podia.

E isso me matava.

Eu a continuei a beijá-la com tudo o que sentia, com todo o amor e toda a mágoa que me sufocavam, ela se entregou a mim como se soubesse que essa era a única maneira de eu não desmoronar.

Sem separar nossos lábios, desliguei o chuveiro, a segurei mais forte e a carreguei para fora da banheira, passamos pelo corredor, molhando tudo pelo caminho, mas nada importava, carreguei-a até o quarto, sem dizer uma palavra.

Deitamos na cama, encharcados, os corpos colados, espalhando água pelo chão, pelo colchão, pelos lençóis amarrotados, então ela se afastou sem dizer nada e enterrou o rosto em meu peito, eu fechei os olhos, acariciando seus cabelos.

Meu coração estava exausto, destruído, dolorido...

Mas ele não era mais meu.

Nunca foi.

Ele pertencia a ela.

E se amanhã essa escolha me matasse, que seja.

Se amanhã ela me destruir de novo, eu aceitaria.

Porque, com prazer, partiria meu coração por ela.

De novo.

E de novo.

E de novo.

[longliveblackness]

Jackie Tonawanda was known in her prime as 'The Female Ali'. She was an incredible woman who boxed for years before women were allowed to fight in sanctioned bouts.

She was one of the great pioneers of women's boxing, being one of the first women awarded a boxing licence in New York.

She lost her only professional fight but holds an impressive record from her underground bouts. She was even named the No. 1 light heavyweight by Boxing Illustrated in 1979 and 1980.

Due to the majority of her fights being unsanctioned as women were not allowed to prize fight her record is hard to determine.

Sources claim it anywhere from 23-0 to 36-0. Despite this uncertainty Tonwanada's achievements go far beyond her boxing record. She was the first woman to box in Madison Square Garden in 1975. Her opponent was kickboxer Larry Rodania whom she knocked out in the second round with a strike that broke his jaw. A man fighting a woman in such a public venue was unheard of, however it pushed female fighters into the spotlight.

Tonawanda faced sexism head on and set out to prove that women were more than capable as pugilists. She sued the state for discrimination and the state supreme court ruled in her favour, urging her to sue once again to have the laws preventing women from boxing to be revoked. Tonwanda did not pursue further legal action, in the coming years she would continue to fight in underground bouts and in 1976 she was invited to attend a training camp for Muhammad Ali.

Her movement to recognise women's boxing as legitimate was taken further by fellow boxer Cathy Davis in 1978 which lead to Davis, Tonawanda and Marian Trimiar to be the first women to receive boxing licenses in the state of New York. After gaining her licence and being allowed to fight professionally Tonawanda was much older than her contemporary opponents.

She fought one professional bout against Diane Clark and lost in the 6th round by split decision, making her professional record 0-1. In 1986 she was injured in a car accident which forced her to officially retire, ending her professional career.

•••

Jackie Tonawanda era conocida en su mejor momento como "La mujer Ali". Era una mujer increíble que boxeó durante años antes de que a las mujeres se les permitiera pelear en combates autorizados.

Fue una de las grandes pioneras del boxeo femenino, siendo una de las primeras mujeres en obtener una licencia de boxeo en Nueva York.

Perdió su única pelea profesional, pero tiene un récord impresionante de sus peleas clandestinas. Incluso fue nombrada semipesado número uno por Boxing Illustrated en 1979 y 1980.

Debido a que la mayoría de sus peleas no fueron autorizadas ya que a las mujeres no se les permitía pelear, su récord es difícil de determinar.

Las fuentes afirman que está entre 23-0 y 36-0. A pesar de esta incertidumbre, los logros de Tonwanada van mucho más allá de su récord en el boxeo. Fue la primera mujer en boxear en el Madison Square Garden en 1975. Su oponente fue el kickboxer Larry Rodania, a quien noqueó en el segundo asalto con un golpe que le rompió la mandíbula. Que un hombre peleara con una mujer en un lugar tan público era algo inaudito, sin embargo, puso a las luchadoras en el centro de atención.

Tonawanda enfrentó el sexismo de frente y se propuso demostrar que las mujeres eran más que capaces como pugilistas. Ella demandó al estado por discriminación y la corte suprema del estado falló a su favor, instándola a demandar una vez más para que se revoquen las leyes que impiden a las mujeres boxear. Tonwanda no emprendió más acciones legales, en los años siguientes continuaría peleando en combates clandestinos y en 1976 fue invitada a asistir a un campo de entrenamiento para Muhammad Ali.

Su movimiento para reconocer el boxeo femenino como legítimo fue llevado más allá por su compañera boxeadora Cathy Davis en 1978, lo que llevó a Davis, Tonawanda y Marian Trimiar a ser las primeras mujeres en recibir licencias de boxeo en el estado de Nueva York. Después de obtener su licencia y poder pelear profesionalmente, Tonawanda era mucho mayor que sus oponentes contemporáneos.

Peleó en una pelea profesional contra Diane Clark y perdió en el sexto asalto por decisión dividida, lo que hizo que su récord profesional fuera de 0-1. En 1986 sufrió un accidente automovilístico que la obligó a retirarse oficialmente, poniendo fin a su carrera profesional.

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maladaptive/immersive daydreaming ask game! (*¯︶¯*).｡o○O☁️

send in a number (or multiple) and if you feel like it, an accompanying paracosm/para!

(apologies for how wordy these are. i am not a man known for my brevity)

reblog and have fun with these! (and if you reblog this or send me an ask, i'll send you one too)

how long have you been daydreaming for? (bonus if you can remember: what was your first daydream scenario/paracosm?)

if your paracosm had a popular fandom, what do you think it'd be like?

do you have any paracosms that aren't huge, but that you fall back on when The Time Is Right™️?

WOULD YOU RATHER: have your daydreams projected onto a screen attached to your head at all times OR be entirely unable to daydream ever again for the rest of your life?

what para of yours is most like you? self inserts and paraselves don't count!

how did you come up with your paras' names? did they come to you randomly or did you spend hours researching name websites?

imagine your paras have at least a basic knowledge of driving (or even just like, cars). can they parallel park? (bonus points if you explain it like in this post)

do you do extensive worldbuilding for your paracosms? if you do, what are some of your favorite elements?

if your paras found out you were their creator, how would they react?

if you have a self insert/paraself, how similar are they to you?

is there any time of the day where you can't/don't daydream?

are your daydreams linear and structured, or do you jump all over the place?

what's a song you've been daydreaming to lately, and what's your favorite moment in said daydream?

do your paras age with you, or are their ages static? does it feel weird to be older than a para you were previously the same age as?

if you had the opportunity to leave this world and live in your paracosm forever, would you? why or why not?

(if you have multiple) which paracosm of yours is most grounded in reality? which is most fantastical?

make one of those "[blank] spoilers without context" memes for your paracosms. then explain it (or don't :))

who is your second favorite para, and why aren't they your favorite?

what would your paras' typing styles be like? do they use lots of emojis? sign off each text like a letter? type with lots of weird spaces and ellipses?

do you move a lot when daydreaming, and if so, in what ways?

have you ever wanted to make a piece of media of your paracosm (comic, animation, visual novel, novel, tv show, etc.)? what are elements that would be apart of it?

when you actively want to start daydreaming, what is your mind's process? do you tune back in like it's a tv show? flip through imaginary files? let it come naturally?

do you ever daydream about yourself (not a self insert, just you)?

do you have any two paras that are polar opposites to one another? (they don't even have to exist in the same universe, just in general)

what para would you absolutely hate in real life?

FREEBIE! drop some long-winded lore or some memes or whatever you want ^▽^

when you experience a daydream block or crash, what are things you do to try and fix it? (or ways you cope. lmao i get it)

for fictparacosms, do your daydreams affect how you perceive the media and/or the fandom?

if you ever write down things about your daydreams (truly anything at all — notes, dialogues, descriptions, etc), share a random snippet with no context.

if your paras had madd/daydreamed immersively, what would they daydream about?

for any pairings (romantic, platonic, familial, whatever), what is the dynamic between your paras like?

if you could make a bingo of common elements of your daydreams (paracosm-specific or not), what would be on some of the squares?

if you have tried to make your paras in character makers (picrew, meiker, etc), what is an aspect of your para that these makers never/rarely have?

are your daydreams clear in your mind's eye?

if you have multiple paracosms, what would it be like if they had a crossover?

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El vídeo restaurado de Grecia en el año 375 a.C. da un ambiente especial. En sus libros, Jenofonte, el historiador y filósofo griego, habla sobre el ajetreo y las actividades diarias en el ágora (la plaza central y el mercado de las ciudades griegas). Estos lugares no sólo eran el centro de compra y venta de bienes, sino que también se consideraban un espacio para el intercambio de ideas y la celebración de reuniones públicas. The restored video from Greece in 375 BC gives a special atmosphere. In his books, Xenophon, the Greek historian and philosopher, talks about the hustle and bustle of daily activities in the agora (the central square and market place of Greek cities). These places were not only the centre of buying and selling goods, but were also considered a space for the exchange of ideas and holding public meetings.

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정국 (Jung Kook) ‘Standing Next to You’ Promotions Sketch

Jung Kook Live at TSX, Times Square

Standing Next to You

Yes or No

3D (feat. Jack Harlow)

Please Don't Change (feat. DJ Snake)

Seven (feat. Latto)

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Usually held in the two weeks after the Olympic Games in the same host city, the Paralympics showcase the best athletes with physical disabilities from around the world competing for their home countries. (The Paralympics are not to be confused with the Special Olympics, which feature athletes with intellectual disabilities.) This year, the Summer Paralympics will take place from August 28 to September 8 in Paris, France.

Quick history lesson: The origins of the Paralympics began shortly after World War II, during the 1948 London Olympics, where 16 wheelchair-using veterans participated. The first official Paralympic Games took place in Rome in 1960 and featured 400 athletes from 23 countries. Since then, the Games have taken place every four years and now feature 4,400 athletes in 22 sports (the Olympics have 32), with 549 gold medals up for grabs.

There are athletes competing from 177 countries (this year’s Olympics had athletes from 184 countries), including 10 countries that have never been represented in the Paralympic Games before, along with representation from the Neutral and Refugee teams. In case you missed it, at the last Paralympics in Tokyo, China earned the most medals, with Great Britain behind it and the US in third.

Since the 1988 Summer Games and the 1992 Winter Games, the Olympic and Paralympic Games have been held in the same cities and venues. Although Paralympians still strive for equal treatment as Olympic athletes without disabilities, there is a large gap in funding between the Olympics and Paralympics.

Where to Watch

This year’s Games will make history as the first Paralympic Games to offer live coverage of every one of the 22 sports played. Like the Olympics, every event at the Paralympics will be available to stream on Peacock if you’re in the US.

If you prefer going old school and watching on basic cable, a select number of events will be airing on the NBC channels NBC, CNBC, and USA Network, along with E!, Golf Channel, and Telemundo, which offers coverage in Spanish. In an effort to make the Games more accessible, closed captioning will be available for every Paralympic event (regardless of the platform). You can also watch highlights and athlete interviews on Paralympic.org.

In the UK, Channel 4 has more than 1,300 hours of live coverage scheduled. Folks can also watch through their streaming service or Channel 4 Sport’s YouTube channel, which will show the entirety of the Games for the first time. BBC, BBC Radio 5 Live, and the BBC Sport website will also air highlights and select coverage. The Paralympics website also has a complete list of where to watch by country.

Opening Ceremony

The Opening Ceremony will begin August 28 at 8 pm Paris time, 7 pm BST, 2 pm EDT, and 11 am PDT. Similar to the Olympics opening ceremony, the Paralympics opening ceremony will be held outside of a stadium at one of the major squares in Paris, Place de la Concorde, and the iconic avenue Champs-Élysées will be transformed into the opening ceremony stage.

The competition starts the following day, on August 29, at 11 am EDT (8 am PDT). Like with the Paris Olympics, the start times will be similarly early and continue throughout the day. The specific timing of some of the events might change, so check the schedule of events on the Olympics' Paralympics schedule webpage.

Blind Football (Soccer)

Blind football is an adaptation of football (or soccer, if you’re American) for athletes with vision impairment played with an audible ball. This men’s competition starts early on September 1 and continues on September 2, 3 and 5, with the gold medal match on Saturday, September 7.

Boccia

Boccia is one of only two sports with no Olympic equivalent. It was originally created for athletes in wheelchairs who have impaired motor function or coordination. To win, each team must get the most balls closest to the white ball called the jack, with athletes allowed to make modifications according to their needs. Men’s and women’s individual games start August 29 and go through September 1, with the gold medal individual matches on September 1 and 2. Mixed pairs and teams start September 3, with gold mixed pairs and teams matches on September 5.

Goalball

The other sport of the Paralympic Games without an Olympic equivalent, goalball is a team sport for the visually impaired and blind, in which players wear special black eye-covering-type glasses so they fully can’t see and are thus more equitable (and honestly, look cool as hell). If there’s anything that the Olympic Games have taught us, it’s that the people go crazy for some out-of-the-norm eyewear. The audience needs to stay as quiet as possible because the ball has bells inside. Thus, the athletes have to rely solely on sound, while they use their whole body to try to block the ball from making it inside the goal. (Lets see Neymar try to do that.) Men’s and women’s games start August 29 with the gold medal games for both on September 5.

Para Archery

The first game played at the early iteration of the Paralympics in 1948, para archery now has men and women’s individual and mixed teams, with wheelchair or standing, and with recurve and compound bows used. Men’s and women’s individual events begin August 29 and continue through September 5, with gold medal matches in individual, teams and with different bows across multiple days.

Para Athletics

One of the most beloved sports in the Paralympics is para athletics, which has been a popular fixture in the games since the inaugural Rome Games in 1960. Today, it spans a wide range of track, jumping, and throwing events, as well as marathons. Because of the wide range of men’s and women’s events, competition begins on August 30 and happens daily with gold medal matches until the Games end on September 8. Check the full para athletics schedule for more specific events’ times.

Para Badminton

Para badminton debuted at Tokyo 2020, although it has been hugely popular for decades. Like badminton, players compete as singles and pairs, as well as standing and in wheelchairs. Group play begins on August 29, with men’s, women’s, and mixed doubles beginning August 31. Gold medal matches take place September 1 and 2.

Para Canoe

The Paralympic Canoe competition features two types of boats: the kayak and va’a (traditionally used in Oceania for travel between islands). Para canoes are basically the same as those used in the Olympic Games, but just have a wider bottom for greater stability. The races begin September 6 with gold medal games on September 7 and 8.

Para Road Cycling

Throughout the years, like many other events, Paralympic cycling has grown to adapt to many disabilities, and uses standard bicycles, handcycles, tricycles, and tandems. In road cycling, there are road races, time trials, and relay events. Both the men and women’s individual and relay events and gold medal races take place daily September 4 through 7.

Para Track Cycling

Para  track cycling is similar to road cycling but takes place on a velodrome track (as the name suggests). Competition is divided into time trials, individual, and tandem or team sprints, using standard bicycles and tandems (all of which can be adapted for the specific athlete). The various track cycling events and gold medal races take place simultaneously August 29 to September 1.

Para Equestrian

Unlike the three equestrian events at the Olympic Games, the Paralympic equestrian program only includes the dressage competition. Para dressage essentially focuses on how well the rider and horse gel, with riders judged on their riding and performance with the horse. All the events are individual mixed, and each competition has gold medal rounds, taking place August 3, 4, 6 and 7.

Para Judo

Para judo is one of two martial arts competitions at the Games. The Paralympics judo follows the same rules as its Olympic equivalent, except it’s practiced exclusively by athletes with vision impairments—and is way more badass, in my humble opinion. (I think I’m allowed to make that assertion since I’m also disabled, don’t come for me.) With the athletes unable to see their opponent, they must use their sense of touch and careful listening—including slight differences in breathing and movement—to sense what their rival may do next. Men’s and women’s matches take place September 5, 6, and 7 and have gold medal matches at the end of each day.

Para Powerlifting

Para powerlifting is a men’s and women’s bench press competition that tests upper body strength where the athletes compete in different weight categories. All of the events are individual and there are gold medal rounds for each competition (which varies by gender and weight class) taking place September 4 to 8.

Para Rowing

A relatively new sport, rowing debuted at the Paralympic Games in 2008. Now, there are five rowing events, including three mixed events. Para rowing rules are nearly identical to those at the Olympics and rowers are eligible for different events according to their gender and impairment categories. The races begin across all categories on August 30, continue to August 31, with final gold medal rounds on September 1.

Para Swimming

Para swimming has remained one of the most enduring sports in the Paralympics since its debut at the Rome Games in 1960. Its popularity is due in part because athletes with all kinds of physical and mental disabilities can participate and doesn’t require any specific equipment. (Prosthetics aren’t allowed either.) Featuring different swims at different distances, athletes compete in breaststroke, backstroke, butterfly, freestyle, and medley. As one of the most popular sports, there are men’s, women’s, and mixed events virtually nonstop with gold medal races near the end of every day, August 29 until September 7.

Para Table Tennis

One of the OG Paralympian games, table tennis actually has a longer history in the Paralympic Games than its Olympic counterpart. When it began, it was only open to wheelchair users, although today athletes are placed into 11 different classes based on their physical and intellectual impairments. Men’s and women’s doubles, singles and mixed games take place August 29 to September 7, with gold medal games every day except September 2.

Para Taekwondo

Para taekwondo is a new competition that made its Paralympic debut at the Tokyo Games. Focused on athletes with upper limb impairments, they are split into two sports classes and divided into weight categories. Men and women compete August 29 to 31, with gold medal matches at the end of each day.

Para Triathlon

A relatively new sport introduced at the 2016 Rio Games, the para triathlon is held over the “sprint” distance, which is half the Olympic distance for individual competitions, where athletes swim 750 meters, cycle 20 kilometers, and run 5 kilometers. The competition is divided by men’s and women’s, with medals being awarded for each race September 1 and 2.

Shooting Para Sport

Shooters compete in rifle and pistol events from distances of 10-meter, 25-meter, and 50-meter in men’s, women’s, and mixed fields. Depending on needs, athletes compete in a kneeling position, prone, or standing (or in a wheelchair or shooting seat). The games take place August 30 to September 5, with medals awarded each day.

Sitting Volleyball

Sitting volleyball is pretty much the exact same as the volleyball we know and love, except as the name suggests, is a sitting variation of the sport. It’s played by two teams of six players who move around the court using the power of their arms, along with a lowered net that’s 3 feet high. The games start on August 29 and continue until the men’s gold medal game on September 6 and the women’s on September 7.

Wheelchair Basketball

Originally used for rehabilitation and exercise for World War II veterans—wheelchair basketball is quintessential Paralympics. Now, it’s one of the most popular and beloved sports for wheelchair users around the world. Games start August 29 and go until the men’s gold medal match September 7, with the women’s September 8.

Wheelchair Fencing

What’s more badass than fencing? Wheelchair fencing. In this sport that requires discipline (and ability to not flinch when a sword is coming at you), athletes compete in a special wheelchair frame designed for the sport which is fastened to the floor—meaning the fencers cannot move and are always close to their opponent. Just like the Olympic equivalent, wheelchair fencing consists of three disciplines: foil, épée, and saber. The men’s and women’s matches take place September 3 to 7, with gold medal rounds at the end of every day.

Wheelchair Rugby

Wheelchair rugby is a four-person team sport played in specially designed wheelchairs. It combines elements of rugby, basketball, and handball, with players using a round ball. Because it’s such an aggressive sport, it’s often referred to as “murderball.” Need I say more? You’re gonna wanna watch this one. Mixed games start August 29, with the gold medal games September 2.

Wheelchair Tennis

Wheelchair tennis pretty much follows the same rules of able-bodied tennis, except here the ball can bounce twice before the player hits it back. Athletes are divided into open and quad classes, along with men’s, women’s, singles, and doubles. Games start August 30, with gold medal matches September 4 to 7.