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#luigi mangione#mangione#ceo#uhc shooter#uhc ceo#Beautiful stuff#It's making me want to dig out my acrylics and paint for the first time in years
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Healthcare is basic human rights. Healthcare should not be exclusive to only the rich.
#luigi mangione#ceo down#anti capitalism#brian thompson#basic human rights#social justice#healthcare#united healthcare ceo#ceo shooting#fuck ceos#ceo assassination#politics#usa#american#america#medicare for all#uhc#uhc ceo#uhc assassin#uhc shooter
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Good morning everyone!
#deny defend depose#democratic party#republicans#ceo#information#united healthcare#uhc ceo#uhc shooter#fuck uhc#people#healthcare
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all the CEOs shocked that the general public would celebrate their deaths...as if they wouldn't sign off on the deaths of thousands of 'customers' just to get a slightly bigger Christmas bonus
#sounds like the consequences of their own actions#uhc ceo#uhc shooter#uhc assassin#luigi mangione#united healthcare#united health group#capitalism
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Luigi Mangione's chess.com account - x
A Chessbase 18 Style Analysis of his game
"Attacks the king. Completely fearless."
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STUDY - LUIGI MANGIONE x READER
!SUMMARY! cunnilingus (female receiving), thigh grinding, smut. guys I need him I'm sorry. he has a very sittable face so here’s this. also this is short and kinda lazy but still hot so its okay!
it started innocently: rewarding him every time he got an answer right. with a kiss. as you sit on his lap in a short skirt that looks straight out of a porno.
until it turned into grinding on his thigh. his thick, muscular thigh was just too perfect to not grind on.
luigi pretended not to be affected by your antics, but he was getting every practice question wrong, even the ones that he knew, and his cock was raging beneath his zipper. he flexed his thigh and locked up at you, waiting for you to read the next flashcard aloud. instead you gasped at the feeling of his thigh hardening.
"what's it say? read it." he commands.
"I-" you gasp as he grips onto your waist and brings you further up his thigh, your bare thigh now brushing against his cock with every movement. your empty hand falls onto his chest and the other still holds onto his flash cards, forgotten now. "need you," you whimper, your head falling onto his shoulder.
his big hand reaches under your skirt and gropes your ass. you begin leaving a wet spot on his jeans.
"you're so desperate, hm?" he groans into your ear, nipping at your earlobe. all you can do is whine in reply. he breathes harder and you feel his chest rising faster and faster.
"what do you need? tell me, y/n"
"I need you to fuck me," you whimper into his neck. before you know it, he's lifting you up on his desk and he's on his knees in front of you. his dark eyes flicker between your pussy and your eyes.
he leaves wet kisses on the inside of your thigh, approaching your pussy with delicacy.
"you're so wet for me." he says, sucking on your inner thigh, trying to leave a mark.
you grind onto his face desperately and whine.
"please, Luigi."
at the sound of your voice, he licks his lips and plants them on yours. your hips buck and your clit grazes his big nose. he grips your thighs and throws them over his shoulder, leaving him completely enthralled in your pussy. he shamelessly indulges in your smell, a carnal need for you shining through. he gazes up at your face, completely blissed out, almost at peace.
"you taste so good," he says into you, his teeth lightly scathing against you. you look down at him and grip onto his hair, pulling on his curls. he feverishly eats you like a starved man. it almost feels like worship, him on his knees before you, worshiping your body, treating you like a goddess.
his tongue lapping at your juices creates a lewd sound that's almost music to your ears. your thighs tighten around his head and bring him impossibly closer to you.
pressure begins to build up in your stomach and he feels you pulsing on his lips. in return, he laps at you deeper than before and pinches your clit.
"cum," he demands, groaning, "cum on my face."
you follow his command, cumming hard all over him. your back arches off the desk and you grasp onto his curls harder. he laps up all of your juices, not leaving a single drop. you ride out your orgasm by grinding all over his face, loving the pressure from his big nose on your hole.
he finally comes up from between your legs and smiles down at you fucked out on his desk. his face is almost completely covered in your juices, his lips and nose glistening. he leans down and kisses you deeply, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. your hand traces the shape of his body down to his cock, and you gasp at the wet stickiness you feel.
"did you cum?" you break the kiss and whisper, palming the wet spot on his crotch.
"i-" he looks away, searching for something to say that wont make him lose all of his dignity. you grasp his face with your other hand and force him to look into your eyes.
"don't be embarrassed."
"I just love making you feel good." he says, ashamed. you pull him into you for a final kiss, claiming his lips against yours.
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#luigi mangione#luigi mangione fanfic#luigi mangione fanfiction#uhc shooter#uhc assassin#luigi mangione x reader#luigi#luigi mangione smut#free luigi#my works
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Her name is Briana Boston, she is 42. A mother of three.
While on call with a representative of Blue Cross Blue Shield (an insurance agency), they dismissed her challenge of their denial of her insurance claim. She said “Delay, deny, depose. You people are next.” as the call ended.
Her bail set at $100,000.
She has a GoFundMe linked below.
TW:
They will arrest people for words to faceless companies as they ignore the bloodshed on the street. As they ignore the begging of children, hurt by the ones that they should be loved by. As they disregard hundreds of victims begging to see their assaulter behind bars. As they ignore the people who need them.
You ignore those people who rely on you, and they begin to rely on themselves.
This woman was arrested for WORDS.
We should rally for her as much as the guy who actually shot someone. Push back.
#luigi mangione#united healthcare#fuck united healthcare#briana boston#SAY HER NAME#uhc ceo#uhc shooter#us politics#cops#acab#american politics#america yay#fuck everyone involved in this
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hells yeah babyy listen to that crowd🥰
#snl#saturday night live#luigi mangione#brian thompson#united healthcare#uhc shooter#delay deny depose#deny defend depose#eat the rich#class war#free luigi
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wild how u think brian thompson is working class when he’s always been richer than you’ll ever be. you rlly wish u were him soooo bad n it’s so clear that’s the only reason u care
His father was a grain elevator worker.
Your spite and envy towards him uplifting himself is the reason you celebrate his death.
You coward.
#uhc ceo#uhc shooter#uhc assassin#brian thompson#luigi mangione#united healthcare#murder#crime#politics#us politics#usa politics#american politics
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#dank memes#deny defend depose#uhc shooter#united healthcare#aetna#us healthcare#insurance reform#revolution#revenge era#luigi mangioni
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This Christmas Eve, do you think Brian Thompson's ghost will visit his colleagues and warn them that they need to change their ways?
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𓆩♡𓆪 for the first time
― luigi thinks of you in his cell. that's it that's the fic.
notes :: thank you for all the support to show my appreciation i would like to throw a rusty screwdriver into your hearts i love u guys!!
The thing they don't tell you about prison is that it's really cold.
No, seriously. It's really fucking cold, even here in NYC where it's already cold to begin with - it's like you're in the back of a deep freezer in a shitty jumpsuit, because you kind of are. It's cold enough that I have to curl up into a ball on my "bed", knees to my chest in order to try and stay warm.
And because I have nothing to do, I find myself staring at the white, emotionless wall, and doing that sort of thing is kind of a surefire way to get your mind to wander. One of the tried and true methods, if you will.
It's lonely here. Sure, the inmates like me, they're nice, but I mean... I'm not really in the mood to socialize with anyone. This whole ordeal has sucked the energy out of me. I've been being thrown around the country for days, ever since they found me.
I don't even want to think about what's happening outside of this place, either. I'm sure people have lots of thoughts and things to say about what I did.
I wonder if she saw it.
The news, I mean. Of course she saw it, who didn't? I bet her and all my old classmates and friends are probably talking about it, about me, what I'd done - right now. Trying to pick apart my motive, maybe grieving about the life I'd thrown away. Guess I had a lot ahead of me.
Can't help but wonder what she's thinking. I wonder if she's disappointed in me. Or maybe proud. Why am I thinking so much about what she thinks of me? It was one fling, from ages ago, I can't even remember when... at one of countless parties, and yet I still see how she looked underneath me so clearly.
It wasn't really just a fling. I talked to her about it - about how the system was falling apart (if it was ever together to begin with) and I felt the need to put all this privilege I'd been granted to good use. How I felt like I had to do something. She told me about herself, too, how she'd been fucked over time and time again and how she knew countless others who felt the same way.
Actually, yeah, we spent a lot of time together, thinking back on it. She'd come over on those cold winter nights I remember so fondly and we'd keep warm together, whatever way we could find. She was kind of... below me, I guess. Lower class. Not that I cared that much, though. Didn't make her any less of a lover.
And then I went radio silent. Then I figured out exactly what that thing I had to do was, and I put all my effort towards it. I didn't have time for love anymore. I had to take the chance I'd been given and fix things.
So I started leaving her on seen, stopped answering my door, even when she'd yell that she knew I was there, stopped showing up at the places I'd loved before, I stopped everything. Dropped off the map and left nothing but a ghost in my place.
She probably hates me.
I'd like to think that maybe this brings her solace... that maybe the idea that "it wasn't because you did something wrong" made her feel better, but I doubt it does.
When I get out of here, if I even do, she'll probably have forgotten all about me, because everybody forgets. I'll be old news by the time that day comes, and everything we did, everything we wanted to do - would just be a hazy memory.
I still remember seeing her for the first time. I remember the way her eyes pierced through my soul, and I remember how it made me feel inside.
I wonder if she remembers that too.
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Hmm…
A Bug’s Life, 1998
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(2024-12-19) Luigi Mangione HQ court sketches by Emily Goff
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Musician: Jesse Welles
Posted 11Dec2024
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