#acab eagle

[dangermousie]

So @aysekira spoiled Tender Light drama ending for me by request.

Spoilery so don't click unless you are sure.

Gotta love that this drama committed to three things:

1 The nail that sticks up gets hammered down. Good luck, ZL, should have listened to people in town and stayed away when someone's abused, you'd have a good life now. Now you are raising a kid, forever stuck in a dead end town of psychos, and it's not clear in any way whether you are even still in love with or together with NY. Forget university and Beijing and what not. All that excellent brain and drive and possibilities wasted. His life is forever fucked up. I do believe that even if he doesn't love NY any more (about which below), he's never regretted it because he's not the kind of person to regret.

2 If you are unlucky just off yourself. It ain't gonna get better. Nan Ya might as well be early 00s Ady An heroine. She ends up going to jail for a crime she did not commit and yeah sure she's let out early when the cops figure out they are wrong after years but you went to jail, missed years with your child and aren't even with ZL for NOTHING. Her life has been nonstop suffering and not gonna get any better. 19 year old NY might as well have stayed in that pool.

3 ACAB. The truth was exactly what Nan Ya and Zhou Luo said - it was pure self defense. Which LFL finally figured out after YEARS of Nan Ya in jail (and Zhou Luo served a few months too.) How nice of him to have the case reexemined and her released when if it wasn't for his psychotic obsession she wouldn't have needed that in the first place - if he just believed the story he was told from the start, NY would get to see her daughter's childhood, ZL would have an education and a job away from this hellhole etc. I bet LFL sleeps just fine at night though.

4 And the opposite of commitment - Open endings. I hate those except in very rare circumstances like Novoland Eagle Flag or Bad Guys. FUCKING COMMIT! As I was telling @aysekira, if you have an ending I hate it means I disagree with your take or vision but at least you have one. If you leave everything without one it means you have none. The cute coyness - is he still waiting for/with Nan Ya? Did he move on with Qing Li? Has he secretly become celibate for communism? What the FUCK even happened? Is not cute. It's not artsy. It's just you fucked up your whole drama through the ending. COM-FUCKING-MIT.

The novel ending was right there. RIGHT THERE!!!!

Rant over.

[schimmelspore]

How is Claude the most bisexual 💀 You have canonically bisexual characters who have ending, support- Some litteraly flirt with the same gender, directly mention their bisexuality, fuck with gender and have heavily queer themes!! I mean, you're in the "Bi girl with an axe who swing both way fighting against the Church and the oppressive system, and litteraly DOROTHEA ARNAULT"

Claude is definitely bisexual despite canon, but you deserve better than him >:[ If u want bi men, Fe3h might lack much of a choice, but you get the cute sleepy nerd or the serial killer who supports women directly with the eagles ( and I mean, if you recruit you can get angry "I'm not in love with childhood friend(s) despite crying harder than their wife at their death or making death pack which is like the equivalent of gay marriage in Faerghus", the rat ACAB guy or Sylvain )

Im just clinically obsessed with Claude, dude. Let me have my lil scheming asshole lmao i am weak to his two faced flirting and constant plans to poison everyone.

Besides, im well aware of all the other characters, this is my 4th playthrough and im clinically obsessed with said sleepyhead and so many others as well.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The Bezzle excerpt (Part V)

I'm on tour with my new novel The Bezzle! Catch me TONIGHT in SAN DIEGO (Feb 22, Mysterious Galaxy). After that, it's LA (Saturday night, with Adam Conover), Seattle (Monday, with Neal Stephenson), then Portland, Phoenix and more!

I'm out on tour with my new novel, The Bezzle, a cyberpunk revenge thriller about Marty Hench, a two-fisted forensic accountant, and a guerrilla war he wages on a prison-tech provider that treats incarcerated people as assets to be strip-mined:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/16/narrative-capitalism/#bezzle-tour

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https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/22/self-censorship/#acab

As part of the promotion for the book, I've been serializing an excerpt: Chapter 14, in which Marty takes on a side-quest to recover the stolen royalties of one-time funk star Stephon Magner (AKA Steve Soul) which were stolen by his scumbag manager and then sold on to an even scummier sample-licensing clearinghouse.

Today, I bring you part five, in which Marty's simple cross-referencing project is violently altered by an encounter with the criminal gangs of the LA Sheriffs Deputy departments, a real crime-syndicate whose reign of terror continues to this day:

https://www.latimes.com/california/story/2023-05-17/dozens-of-lasd-deputies-ordered-to-show-suspected-gang-tattoos-reveal-others-who-have-them

I'm posting this installment en route to San Diego, where I'll be appearing tonight at Mysterious Galaxy

https://www.mystgalaxy.com/22224Doctorow

From there, it's back to LA, where I'm appearing on Saturday evening with Adam Conover at Vromans:

https://www.vromansbookstore.com/Cory-Doctorow-discusses-The-Bezzle

And then on Monday I'll be at Third Place Books with Neal Stephenson:

https://www.thirdplacebooks.com/event/cory-doctorow

From there, I'm off to Portland, Phoenix, Tucson and points further:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/16/narrative-capitalism/#bezzle-tour

Here's part one of the serial:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/17/the-steve-soul-caper/#lead-singer-disease

Part two:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/19/crad-kilodney-was-an-outlier/#copyright-termination

Part three:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/20/fore/#lawyer-up

Part four:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/21/im-feeling-unlucky/#poacher-turned-keeper

And now, part five!

The storefront had an old break room with a first-­aid kit, and a bathroom with a sink. I sponged myself clean in the mirror, ate two expired Aleves and three 200 mg expired Tylenols out of the kit. The ass was ripped most of the way out of my pants, so I moved my wallet to my front pocket, which my massage therapist had been nagging at me to do for years.

I opened the door more carefully this time and limped out into the parking lot. My rental—­a little red Civic—­was the only car left in the parking lot, except for a rusted junker with no tires that was the perennial sentry of its farthest corner.

I bipped the doors open with my fob, checked the back seat, then slid inside. I checked my reflection in the rearview mirror and winced, which pulled at my bruises and set blood oozing from my lip and cheekbone again, which made me wince harder. I was already halfway to Quasimodo and I tried to remember if there was a 7-­Eleven on the route home where I could buy a couple of bags of frozen peas for the swelling.

I reset the mirror and backed out of my spot. The pain was increasing. They’d have Advil at the 7-­Eleven, and I’d remembered where there was one on the way back to my Airbnb.

As I waited for a red light at Eagle Rock and Colorado Boulevard, I watched as a homeless man labored across the road with his shopping cart. I was still watching him when I realized the light had been green for some time and had just toggled yellow. I made the turn and headed up Colorado, but I was barely a hundred yards down the road when I heard a siren blat and saw the police lights. I checked my mirrors and saw the LASD cruiser directly behind me, racing right up to my bumper, slowing only at the very last moment. The cruiser’s high beams blinked insistently and the siren whooped.

I pulled over.

I waited while the officer slowly got out of his car and walked to my driver’s-­side window. I kept my hands at ten and two. The officer tapped my window and made a roll-­down motion, so I hit the button, moving slowly, putting my hand back.

I got a light in my face, squinting and thus reopening my cheekbone and lip.

“Everything all right, sir?”

“Yes,” I said, feeling the blood ooze down my chin. “I was beaten up,” I said, stating the obvious.

“That is unfortunate,” the officer said. “License and registration.”

I got my driver’s license out of my wallet and found the rental papers in the glove box and handed them over. He crunched back to his cruiser and I watched him in the side mirror. He’d left his cruiser’s headlights on and in the glare it was hard to tell, but it looked like there was another cop in the car whom he was conferring with. After a long delay, he came back.

“Step out of the car, please.”

I did. He turned me around and had me plant my hands on the hood, kicked my feet apart, and roughly frisked me, getting his hand inside the rent in the seat of my pants and patting my boxer shorts and giving my balls a hard squeeze.

“Sir, do you know why I stopped you?”

“I don’t,” I said.

“You proceeded unsafely through a traffic signal. Have you been drinking, sir?”

“I haven’t.”

“Have you consumed any cannabis or other drugs?”

“I haven’t.”

He turned me around and shone his light in my eyes. “If I search your car, am I gonna find any drugs?”

“No, sir.”

“Because I am gonna search that car and if I do find drugs and you’ve been lying to me, this is gonna be a lot worse than it needs to be.”

I didn’t dignify that with a response. My head hurt. My face hurt. My back hurt. This was a bullshit stop.

I expected the deputy’s partner to get out of the cruiser while my tormentor tossed the rental car, but he stayed put. I did, too. Obviously. I wasn’t going to take off on foot. I’m a forensic accountant, not a gang kid getting fifteen minutes of fame on Cops.

He spent long enough on the rental that I started to worry. Who knew what some previous driver might have shoved between the seats? But after pulling out the floor mats and tossing them onto the grassy verge beside the car, he finally stood up.

“All right, sir. I’m going to go and get a breathalyzer test. You can refuse it and I will then suspend your license for twenty-­ four hours. I will arrest you for a suspected DUI and bring you in for a blood test. If you fail that test, you will be subject to additional criminal penalties. Do you understand me?”

He had old coffee on his breath. My face hurt. “I’ll take a test.”

Back to the cruiser. It had been half an hour at least. Once the breathalyzer was done—­fifteen minutes, if memory served—­I could go to the 7-­Eleven for painkillers and frozen peas. I decided I’d add a six-­pack, I was so tired. My face hurt. I knew that mouthing off to this cop wouldn’t make things go faster, quite the opposite, but as he took his leisurely time coming back to me, I was hard-­pressed not to.

I blew. “May I sit down?” I asked. “My face hurts.”

He didn’t bother to look up from his phone. “Stay where you are, sir.”

I stood. My face hurt. Time crawled. Finally, the breathalyzer beeped. He held it up and squinted at it, then used his phone to light up its face.

When he did, his sleeve rode up and revealed the “998” tattoo on his forearm. Suddenly, I didn’t care so much about the pain in my face.

The cop looked at me. He was an older guy, but quite a silver fox, in a Clooneyoid sort of way. Had the same smile lines at the corners of his lips and eyes. But on him, they looked mean. Dangerous. A man who would smile at you while he beat your face in.

“All right, sir,” he said. “I’m going to write you a citation for reckless driving and you will be free to go.” He smiled. “Thank you for your cooperation.” It sounded like “fuck you.”

Back to the cruiser again. When he was done writing, he switched off his headlights, and the bubble light inside the car lit up his partner. Heavyset. Smiling. Excellent teeth. He gave me the same look as he had just before kicking me in the ribs. I gasped involuntarily and my ribs burned. His smile got bigger.

The Clooneyoid deputy returned with my ticket. I looked at it and then I realized he’d said “reckless driving”—­not “dangerous driving.” This was a summons, not a citation. For a misdemeanor. Two points off my license and I’d have to go to court. Depending on the judge, I could be in for fines or even a jail sentence.

Clooneyoid saw me figuring this out and he smiled, too. Everyone was having a great time tonight except for poor old Marty Hench.

“See you in court, sir,” he said.

I exercised extreme care on the drive to the 7-­Eleven, even backing out of my parking spot and reparking so that I was perfectly centered between the white lines. The clerk didn’t bat an eye at my hamburger face. I gave myself five minutes to bury my bruises in the frozen peas before I backed out and drove the rest of the way to my Airbnb.

I drove five under the limit the whole way, and when I got out of my rental, I looked long and hard up and down the street for an LA Sheriff’s Department cruiser.

ETA: Here's part six!

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[itwasntimethatdidit40]

HOLY GOD, GOOD MORNING TO ME!

Save me DBF!Javi save me 🫠🫠🫠

This was so good, the dirty talk, the struggle, brat!reader was so delicious and him? Fucking perfect 🥵

Favorite parts under the cut 😌

“Seriously? How many drinks did you have? Just… stop talking, ok? You're gonna give me a headache with your drunk high pitched voice.”

Yep, this is me, I scream like a fucking eagle when I’m drunk 🤣😭

He choked on air and you chuckled before you continued “there's not much for the imagination with these jeans… right, leftie guy? But how big?”

Leftie guy hahahah Jesus, she’s really a brat, I love it

“What are you gonna do to shut me up, Mr. DEA agent?” you said, still pushing him. “Use your handcuffs? I bet I’d like it,” you said with a wide smile.

Look, I’m ACAB af but this right here? My major fantasy, arrest me officer 🫠

“Keep all spread for me, and dance. Slowly.”

Yes 🫡 any day, any hour, Javi, please, come to my house

“Look at you. Droolin’ all over my sack. Jeez, I’m fuckin’ soaked,” he said, before nibbling your earlobe, his moustache rubbing against your skin

I am indeed drooling 🤤🤤🤤

"That's it, you're doing good. See, there's nothing to be afraid of," he added, but when you lifted your head and saw his smirk, you knew what he was thinking. The moment he would sink in, you’d whine.

Javi talking me through it…yes baby, please 🫠🫠🫠

“Every time you’ll fuck someone else, you’ll think of me now,” he growled. “Like a curse. You will never feel something like this again.”

Fuck, I’m sure of it 🥵

“Please… I don’t want it to end. Please…” you whimpered.

Exactly 🔥🔥🔥

He slipped his hand under your breasts to force you up and didn't stop fucking you, your back pressed against his chest. You fumbled and grabbed his hand, finally clinging to his thumb, moaning, unable to form a single coherent thought.

Oh this scene haunts me in my sleep, gorgeous 🥵🥵🥵

“I thought it was only a one-time thing,” you teased, already feeling your cunt getting wet at the sight of his hard cock.

“Fuck it,” he replied, climbing on your bed.

Yeeees keep going Javi, my body is ready 🫡🥵🥵🥵

Fucking amazing, I’m going to think about this all day, thanks for sharing Milla ♥️🤤

Playgirl

4k3 | Javier Peña x fem reader | ao3 | Masterlist

Summary: Attracted to your father's best friend since his return from Colombia, you finally get what you want Warnings: 18+ mdni. sets after season 3, Javi is back in Texas. dbf!Javi, age gap (reader in her early 20s, Javi in his 40s), Javi is jealous, possessive and a little mean, reader is a brat, dry humping, fingering, manhandling, face sitting, degradation, size kink, oral (f/m), piv, creampie

a/n: this is written for @yxtkiwiyxt 's Never have I ever challenge Prompt was "never have i ever had a sex dream about someone i shouldn't" Thank you for the event Kiwi 🙏❤️

Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing and helping me with this fic 💕 I love you more than you know 🫂🫶 @/saradika-graphics for the dividers 🙏

Javi ordered a whiskey neat, loosened the knot of his tie, and downed his drink in one go before asking the bartender for another one. The bass was resonating against the counter he was leaning on, and he had already regretted choosing that bar. Too noisy, too different from the quiet atmosphere he usually preferred. 

He drank the second whiskey and heard a loud laugh he would recognize among a thousand. He turned in that direction and saw you with two men he immediately hated. Too young, too close to you. Too touchy. And you… too drunk.

“Jesus fucking christ”, he grumbled. He wondered if you were there with your friends that he knew, but as he scanned the room he didn’t see a single one of them. He turned back to the counter, ran his thumb along his nose and tried to breathe calmly. He didn’t like it. Didn’t like to see you with those guys. 

When someone pushed him lightly, ordering three shots, Javi turned and recognized one of the men. Javi gave him a snarling look and the guy jeered,

“Chill, man.”

Javi rolled his eyes, tapping his fingers against the empty glass. He hesitated at first but then stood up and followed the guy until he came up to you. 

“She’s had enough,” he gruffed as he interposed himself between you and the men. The atmosphere shifted.

“Javi?” you stammered in a drunken pitchy voice.

“It’s not your business man,” one of the men replied. “You know this guy?” he asked you, looking over Javi's shoulder who shifted slightly to block his view. 

“Yeah, he’s my dad’s best friend.”

One of the men snickered and looked at Javi, firmly standing in front of them. 

“So you’re going out with a chaperone?” the man mocked you, not taking his eyes off Javi.

“No, I didn’t know he was here. What are you doing, Javi?” you demanded, touching his arm to turn him towards you, but he didn't flinch. 

The three men kept staring at each other until Javi turned around, told you “we're leaving,” grabbed your elbow and led you towards the exit.

“Wow wow, man, we’re having fun,” one of them objected, seizing Javi by the arm. He stopped and grasped the man's wrist to free himself. His gaze was so dark that the man backed away immediately.

“Really? Having fun?” Javi sneered, taking two steps towards him. “And how much fun do you want to have, exactly?”

Noticing that the situation was escalating, you tried to ease it and said “Come on, Javi. Everything’s fine.”

“Do you know them? Did you know them before tonight, I mean?” he asked you, and you could have sworn you saw something other than simple protectiveness of your father's friend. It made you smile, and it didn't go unnoticed by Javi when his gaze lowered to your lips. He clenched his jaw.

“You’ve had enough,” he repeated. “And if they were decent men, they wouldn’t offer you another one.”

“We’re just having fun!” you added, not hiding your mischievous smile, making him mumble into his moustache.

“You had your fun. Now we’re leaving.”

He didn’t really give you a choice, squeezing your elbow and leading you toward the exit.

“She doesn't want to go with you, man,” one of the men protested. “So who’s a decent guy here?”

“Listen, kid,” Javi said, exasperated, grabbing his shirt collar. “She’s coming with me. And if you don’t want to embarrass yourself, step back, right now.” They faced each other for a few moments until the other man told his friend to let it go.

The cool air hit your face when you stepped out of the bar, and you followed Javi to his car as best you could, given his pace. He opened a door for you and told you curtly to get in, then he sat behind the wheel.

“Seat belt,” he ordered.

“What?” 

“Jesus, are you always so fucking dumb when you're drunk?” he asked sharply, leaning over you to grab the seat belt and pull it in front of you before fastening it.

“You smell good, Javi.”

“Seriously? How many drinks did you have? Just… stop talking, ok? You're gonna give me a headache with your drunk high pitched voice.”

“Ok, you fucking stink, then,” you giggled.

He rolled his eyes and started the car. “Don’t puke in my truck”, he warned.

“Of course, who do you take me for?” You looked at him then whispered, “don’t say anything if it’s mean,” your index finger pointed at him as you  laughed and then pressed it against your lips playfully.

He sighed again and mumbled something in Spanish that you didn’t hear well, but that didn’t sound nice, for sure.

“I always wondered, you know,” you started talking in a confidential tone.

“Don't you ever shut up,” he sighed. “Wondered what?”

“How big it is.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, regretting it almost immediately. He interrogated hundreds of sicarios with a cool head, but seemed unable to cut down your drunken gibberish, much to his dismay.

“Your dick. You’ve got a big dick, for sure.”

He choked on air and you chuckled before you continued “there's not much for the imagination with these jeans… right, leftie guy? But how big?”

“Fuck, what is wrong with you? You talk to your father with this mouth?” he barked, icy gaze fixed on yours, his body frozen in shock at your audacity.

“What are you gonna do to shut me up, Mr. DEA agent?” you said, still pushing him. “Use your handcuffs? I bet I’d like it,” you said with a wide smile.

Javi’s cock twitched in his pants and he hated himself for it. The ride was going to be way too long for his liking.

His fingers tightened around the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, as the images from his last dream came back to his mind. 

You, lying beneath him, your mouth forming a perfect “o” as he pushed his length in your welcoming pussy. She was warm, so tight that she was struggling to accept his thickness. Your walls strained against his shaft that had never been so hard. His face lowered to yours, fixed on your eyes that struggled to stay open, on your lip that you were biting to fight through the stretching of your hole, even while it was drooling. He was fucking you slowly, for a long time, attentive to all the sensations that ran through his body, until you pulsed on his cock, moaning, head thrown back against his pillow. He licked your neck before nibbling it, then whispered in Spanish against your ear about how well you were taking him, how perfect you were, and then he came, filling you with his seed, and a new climax rocked you.

“Javi,” you whispered.

He woke up suddenly, his sheets wet with cum that he hadn’t been able to hold back during sleep.

Those dreams were becoming more and more regular. When he had returned to Laredo after resigning from the DEA, slowly getting back into touch with some fragments of his previous life, he couldn’t imagine that his jaw would drop when he knocked on the door of his friend's home. They had stayed in touch, even when Javi was in Colombia. Of course, your father had told him about you over the years. About your studies, about how proud he was of you.

You opened the door and stared at each other for a few seconds. Javi was unable to speak, completely frozen.

“Javi!!” you finally exclaimed and hugged him. He was sure he wouldn't have recognized you, if he had passed you in the street.

Days, weeks, months passed, and he‘d seen you many times since then, when he visited your father’s. He was trying to keep his thoughts pure but his cock was betraying him.

And then the dreams began.

The first time he jerked off thinking of you, he'd had too many beers at your dad's. All night long, he wondered if he was imagining your signals, or if you were really hitting on him. He felt ashamed when his cum leaked down his fist clenched around his cock, as he was imagining it buried in your throat.

“You put on quite a show there,” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glanced at your bare legs for a moment, your dress riding up your thighs.

“Sit properly, will you?” he cut in with a sigh.

“Why?” you replied in a playful tone. “You don’t like the view? Doubt it,” you added, nibbling the tip of your index finger.

He hated that you could think that. Hated that you were right. His only way to react was to be aggressive, but it didn't seem to stop you. Quite the opposite, actually.

“I think you were jealous.” Javi scoffed at your words. “You didn't like seeing me with other men,” you added, still pushing.

“Men?” he mocked. “They were like what, 23?”

“Yeah, 23 and 24. Seems like a perfect age to have fun,” you teased, eager to spike his jealousy, to feel desired, wanted.

“What would your father think if he saw you acting like a whore?” he hissed, pissed off.

“I don’t know Javi, what do you think?”

“Jesus christ,” he said under his breath. Luckily, your father's house was now in sight. As he pulled into the driveway, you grabbed your purse off the car’s floor and looked into it and after a pause began frantically rummaging through it.

“Ughhhh Javi? I can’t find my keys….”

He cut the engine and leaned his head against the headrest. 

“You really think I’m stupid?”

“I swear!!! I must have lost them at the bar. Where am I gonna sleep?” you whined.

He grabbed your bag roughly, searched through it and pulled out the set of keys with an annoyed glare.

 “Come on now, I’ll walk you home.”

You pouted and followed him out of the car. The moment you opened the front door, you heard the phone ring and picked it up.

“Dad? I just got home. I was at the bar and ran into Javi who walked me home like a gentleman,” you said, smiling widely at him. He rolled his eyes, hands on his hips.

“Sure,” you added, handing the phone to Javi. “Dad wants to talk to you.”

You couldn’t hear your father, but you saw Javi’s eyebrows furrow.

“I don’t think she’s that drunk, you know,” he sighed. “Okay, okay. I’ll do it. See you tomorrow.”

 “What did he say,” you asked when Javi hung up.

“Your father won’t come home until tomorrow night and he doesn’t want you to spend the night alone. He’s afraid you’ll choke on your vomit,” he scoffed. You didn’t hide your smile.

“Of course!! You don’t want me to choke on my vomit, Javi, do you?”

He tried not to think that he would really like to make you choke on something else at that moment. He closed his eyes for a minute, sighed and said, “Go to bed, dammit.”

“Mmmm… it’s too early for that. I’m gonna take a shower. See you later,” you said before heading upstairs.

Once Javi heard the water running, he poured himself a glass of whiskey, debating whether that was a good or bad idea. He turned the TV on. The first thing he saw was a documentary about drug cartels.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” he mumbled and  flipped through the channels until he found a baseball game. He was trying not to think about you naked in the shower, imagining your fingers slipping against your folds covered in soap. Unsuccessfully.

When you came out of the bathroom wearing an oversized t-shirt, his cock twitched painfully against the fabric of his pants. You walked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge before sitting on the couch next to him.

“Absolutely not,” he said, taking the bottle from your hands. “Drink some water, no need to add more, don’t you think?”

“Jeez, you’re boring,” you grumbled, leaning against the back of the couch, arms crossed over your chest. Your pouting didn’t last long, and you straddled him suddenly, pressing yourself against his crotch.

“Get off me” he growled. “You really think I’d fuck you? What is wrong with you?”

“Wrong with me? You’re hard!” you giggled. “You’re fucking hard, Javi,” you repeated, feeling his bulge. “And��� oh, shit. I knew you were big, but not that big.”

“Stop,” he grunted, his hands on your hips.

“Nuh-hu,” you replied, starting to rub against him. 

“I won’t fuck you. You really need me to tell you why?” he asked, but you almost felt like it was more to convince himself than you.

“No, and I don’t give a fuck anyway.”

You stared at each other for a few seconds, his gaze darkening with every moment. You thought he was going to pull you away from him but he surprised you when his hands squeezed your hips and you smiled, victorious.

“Wanna act like a slut? In your father’s house?”

“Yeah, actually I do. Does it turn you on, Javi? Even more than it did when you were thinking about me in the shower?”

And that was it. He didn’t care about your father anymore. He'd given up on resisting, didn’t know when he would stop. If he could even stop. Jaw clenched, he watched you rub yourself against him, your breasts so close to his face, he was glad that you still had your shirt on, or he would surely already be sucking on them.

“I’m gonna kiss you,” you breathed out, still pressed against his bulge, which was even bigger than a few minutes ago.

“No, you won’t,” he cut you off, but you smiled and leaned towards him and brushed his lips with yours, playing with him. You were enjoying it too much to stop.

“Tell me you don’t want to kiss me,” you murmured, your breath caressing his lips. “And don’t lie to me.”

Tightening his grip on your hip with one hand, he pinched your chin between his fingers, squeezing it almost painfully. He held you inches away from him, maintaining control.

Then he told you to stand up and sit back against his chest.

You didn't want to at first. You wanted to feel his digits on your skin, to feel him under you, his cock pushing against his pants, but when he murmured “do as I say” you complied and leant against his chest, legs spread around his lap. You waited, surprisingly wise, leaving him the initiative for what was to come next.

Javi placed his hands on your hips, manhandling you until his cock nestled against the warmest place of your body, still covered by your panties. You whined when he found the spot so perfectly, and whimpered a little more when he whispered “you're gonna be good?” in your ear.

“Yeah,” you moaned.

“Keep all spread for me, and dance. Slowly.”

You started to rub yourself against him, and felt your panties getting soaked. His hands slowly moved up from your hips to your breasts and under your shirt, cupped them and played with your nipples, making you bite your lip.

His breath quickened against your ear and you closed your eyes, rocking your hips against him until he pushed the fabric of your panties aside and slid his hand between your bodies to release his cock. So strained against his clothes that he cursed impatiently under his breath. 

Javi pressed the pads of his fingers to his shaft and pushed it against your soaked folds. Then he started to move, matching your hip movements with his own, gently, sensually. Perfectly.

“Look at you. Droolin’ all over my sack. Jeez, I’m fuckin’ soaked,” he said, before nibbling your earlobe, his moustache rubbing against your skin.

When he slid his other hand down to your clit and started to circle it, you came quickly, regretting only that your pussy felt desperately empty.

You weren't expecting him to push his tip into your entrance, and the slightly painful stretch made you whine.

“Fuck, wait!”

“What?” he gruffed. “You wanted to know how big it was, didn’t you? That’s why you humped that cock, just wanting to ride it, even if you already knew how fat it was, right?”

“I’m… I’m not sure I can take it,” you whined pitifully.

“Oh? You’re not sure you can take a man’s dick? A real man, not one of those boys who make you drink to fuck you.”

His thumbs ran over your dripping folds and you moaned. 

“Alright. You’re already so wet,” his tone superior, not trying to hide it. ”I bet I can make you drip even more. I’m gonna eat that cunt until she clenches on my fingers. Get you ready for my cock.”

“Oh, really? Are you that good, Javi?” you retorted, unable to stop yourself.

“That’s not very smart coming from someone whining 10 seconds ago she couldn’t take it. Now sit on my face.”

“What? I never… Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Wanna see you losin’ it. Your knees getting weak for me.”

When you straddled him and placed your pussy close to his face, you felt shy, intimidated. He grabbed your ass firmly, pulled you closer to him, tugged your panties to the side and just dove in, licking from your pussy to your clit. He growled, and an almost inaudible “fuck” escaped your lips.

Then, you couldn't do anything except moan, because no one had ever eaten your pussy like he was doing it now. He wasn’t in a rush, wasn’t showing his eager need. He was so sure of himself and his movements, alternating tongue, fingers and nose against your folds, between them, that his attitude alone would have been enough to make you come. 

He was using and manhandling your body as he pleased, choosing what part of your cunt he wanted to lick, suck or eat. What part he wanted to rub against his nose. As if your body wasn't really yours anymore, but existed for him to feist on.

You were a soaked, moaning mess, unable to feel your legs, now made of cotton. Until the heat that was increasing in your lower abdomen suddenly exploded, making you pant, hands clasping his hair and he didn't want to leave the streaming river that flowed down his throat. You squirmed over him, until he decided it was enough, and released you. You collapsed onto the couch next to him. Trembling, breathing heavily.

He wiped his mustache off your cum and grabbed your hand as he stood up, then placed it on his shaft.

“See what you did? Now you gotta do something about it.”

He released your hand and took off his clothes, his fat, reddish tip twitching and crying, begging for relief. You swallowed slowly, when you finally saw how big he was.

“Shit,” you stammered.

“Stroke it,” he ordered and you smeared the precum on the tip and used it to jerk him slowly. It was the biggest cock you'd ever seen. By far. You couldn't take your eyes off it, wondering how it would feel when he would push it inside you. If you could take it. If it would hurt, and this time you almost hoped it would, already cock drunk of him.

“Lick it a little. Drool on it,” he said. 

You wanted to do it perfectly, just to wipe the smirk from his face. So you applied yourself, licked him and let his taste fill your throat. Then you rounded your lips as much as you could to suck on his tip, and slowly moved down his shaft. 

“Look at that. You're not just good at talking, it seems”, his tone still so confident.

He accompanied your movements with one hand on your head, letting you lead the pace. His grunts turned into moans and you could feel your arousal drip.

"That's it, you're doing good. See, there's nothing to be afraid of," he added, but when you lifted your head and saw his smirk, you knew what he was thinking. The moment he would sink in, you’d whine.

“Ok, that’s it,” he said. “Bend over the couch, gonna fuck you now. I'm gonna give you what you want, and it will only happen once.”

Before settling behind you, he removed your shirt, then tugged aside your panties.

“I’ll go slow, okay?” 

You nodded and watched him lick his fingers then caress your folds with them, and he aligned his tip with your entrance before pushing in. You gasped as you felt the first stretch spreading you open.

“It’s ok, you can take it,” he added. “Breathe. Come on.”

You dug your nails into the couch as he thrust in, never stopping until he bottomed out with a growl. He stayed there, balls deep, keeping you open around him, moaning, trying to catch your breath.

“Fuck… you’re fucking tight,” he growled, pulling back and then pushing in again, eyes fixed on his cock sliding in you, covered with your slick.

“That’s what you wanted, getting fucked by your father’s friend? You should be ashamed,” he spat.

“Come on, Javi… oh fuck… you think I… think I didn’t notice the way you looked at me?” you added as he thrust harder, reacting instantly to your provocation. 

“You’re only proving me right,” you added, and he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, forcing you to hold your head like he wanted and arch your back for him.

“You’re delusional,” he hissed, making you snicker.

“Am I? You’re gonna tell me you never thought about fucking me? Never thought of… shit! Of thrusting in with your whole length? Of eating my cunt?”

“Shut up,” he panted.

“Tell me. Tell me you thought of me, and don't lie to me. I did everything I could to make you think about me. That's called premeditation, isn't it, Mr. DEA Agent?”

He stopped moving and leaned to press his chest against your back, his nose and moustache brushing against your neck, catching his breath for a moment before his hips resumed their dance, rubbing against a spot you didn't even know existed before him.

“I dreamed of you,” he finally confessed. “Several times.”

“Tell me. Tell me what happened in your dreams.”

“I fucked you like this. Made you come on my cock. Made you moan like you’re doing right now.”

“Shit… You’re gonna make me come on your cock, Javi?”

“Yes,” he answered without a doubt in his voice.

“Fuck… Keep talking to me. What else?”

“I fucked my shaft. Jerked off thinking of you. Imagining it was your mouth around my cock, not my fist.”

“In your dreams, you mean? You dreamed of that?”

“No. I thought of that.”

“Oh god,” you whined. You realized you were about to come, just from his shaft brushing this spot. Already worried that you would spend the rest of your life chasing that feeling.

He grabbed your hips tighter, digging his fingers in your flesh, and you were sure you’d have bruises the next day. His skin was slapping against yours, harder, faster.

“Every time you’ll fuck someone else, you’ll think of me now,” he growled. “Like a curse. You will never feel something like this again.”

“Please… please,” you begged.

“Please what?” he asked, and you didn’t need to see him to know there was a smirk on his face.

“I need more,” you whined.

“I’m not even done with you,” he mocked. “Now be a good girl, and come for me.”

“Please… I don’t want it to end. Please…” you whimpered. As if you could stop your body from reacting to his perfect, relentless thrusts. Clinging to the couch, you dug your fingers into the cushions as your orgasm swept through your entire being, leaving you panting and boneless.

You clenched on his cock so hard he was afraid he'd spill his load. But he wanted it to last a little more, too. He tried to think of something else, anything. He released his grip on your hips to try to feel you less, but your pussy wouldn't give him any respite.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

“You wanna fill me?” you asked. “Fill me, Javi. I wanna feel you flowing down my folds all night long.”

“Stop it,” he groaned.

“Fill me. Fill your friend's daughter.” You couldn’t stop talking. Didn’t want to stop. You wanted to make him break, to feel that he was losing his mind too. Just like you.

He slid his fingers in your mouth and found the force to smirk when you licked and sucked on them.

You squeezed your pussy around his shaft until you heard him moan.

“Shit, you… you and your fucking tight cunt!” he let out through gritted teeth.

“Who will be the most cursed, Javi? Me… or you?” you smirked.

“Shut up. Fuck… I own that cunt now. You hear me? No matter who fucks her after me.”

He slipped his hand under your breasts to force you up and didn't stop fucking you, your back pressed against his chest. You fumbled and grabbed his hand, finally clinging to his thumb, moaning, unable to form a single coherent thought.

“You wanna drain my balls? Ok take it then,” he growled, and you felt his cock twitch inside you, just before he spurted in your cunt, filling it longly, slowly, with his load.

He didn't let go of you until you both caught your breath, then he told you to go to bed. You heard him light a cigarette as you opened your bedroom door, your legs still shaking.

You woke up to the sound of your door opening during the night. He was naked and you let your gaze drop from his broad shoulders to his happy trail.

“I thought it was only a one-time thing,” you teased, already feeling your cunt getting wet at the sight of his hard cock.

“Fuck it,” he replied, climbing on your bed.

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[pacosemnoticias]

STCP adjudica fornecimento de 8 autocarros elétricos midi à Zhongtong por 2,9 milhões de euros

A Sociedade de Transportes Coletivos do Porto (STCP) adjudicou à Green Urban Mobility Solutions, representante da chinesa Zhongtong, o fornecimento de oito autocarros elétricos 'midi' por 2,9 milhões de euros.

"A STCP informa que a adjudicação foi efetuada à proposta apresentada pelo concorrente Green Urban Mobility Solutions, Lda", no valor de 2,9 milhões de euros.

Em causa estão "oito viaturas midi, com cerca de nove metros de comprimento, de propulsão elétrica autónoma, para transporte urbano de passageiros (categoria M3 - classe I), e à instalação da estação de carregamento elétrico dos autocarros na Estação de Recolha da Via Norte".

"A instalação desta nova estação de carregamento está prevista para final do mês de junho de 2025 e a entrega dos novos autocarros (com uma autonomia mínima de 250 km) irá ocorrer no terceiro trimestre do próximo ano", de acordo com a STCP.

Com a chegada dos novos veículos, a STCP passará a contar com "96 viaturas 100% livres de emissões, permitindo a redução anual de emissões de CO2 e a prestação de um serviço público mais eficiente, em termos ambientais e económicos"

"Estas viaturas irão substituir autocarros em fim de vida, de acordo com o plano de renovação de frota em curso na STCP", conclui o comunicado da transportadora.

Em outubro, a Lusa noticiou que a Mota-Engil Renewing foi a empresa melhor classificada no relatório preliminar do concurso público, a um preço de 2,75 milhões de euros, mas a empresa salientou à data que não tinha sido feita qualquer adjudicação, faltando a audiência prévia e o relatório final.

À data do relatório preliminar, tinham sido admitidas propostas da Mota-Engil, CaetanoBus, Nam Kwong Portugal e Splendid Eagle, e excluídas a da UIC - Unidade de Indústria Auto Mecânica do Centro e a da Green Urban Mobility.

Porém, de acordo com documentos do concurso público a que a Lusa teve entretanto acesso, em fases posteriores do procedimento e após a audiência prévia, a proposta da Green Urban Mobility foi readmitida.

As propostas da Mota Engil, Caetano Bus e Nam Kwong foram excluídas.

Assim, o ordenamento do concurso foi alterado, fazendo com que permanecessem duas propostas: a da Green Urban Mobility e a da Splendid Eagle.

Posteriormente, e após a elaboração do primeiro relatório final, na sequência do exercício do direito a audiência prévia, a proposta da Splendid Eagle foi também excluída.

Desta forma, a única proposta válida acabou por ser a da Green Urban Mobility, representante da Zhongtong em Portugal.

[venranae]

No matter what anyone says do me, the true my hero ending will always be that eagle smash comic where they live on an island

The real ending to me would be the league kills all corrupt heroes #acab then steals fortnite gift cards and orders sushi again 💜😍

[nflprimetime]

Minha História com a Nfl.

Minha história com a Nfl começou no dia 31 de janeiro de 2019 em um jogo de Divisional Roud.

Entre New Orleans Saints x Philadelphia Eagles.

Eu me perguntei no momento que esporte é esse?

Gostei.

Dei uma pesquisada quando o jogo acabou.

fiquei mais interessado ainda.

New Orleans Saints se classificou para a final de conferencia para enfrentar o La Rams.

o time de New Orleans perdeu por uma falta de Interferencia de passw que não teve.

Era para ir ao Super Bolw se não fosse a Arbitragem

[arte-e-homoerotismo]

Tom Tryon

Thomas Lester Tryon (14 de janeiro de 1926 - 4 de setembro de 1991) foi um ator e romancista americano. Como ator, ele foi anunciado como Tom Tryon e é mais conhecido por interpretar o papel-título no filme The Cardinal (1963), papéis de destaque nos filmes de guerra The Longest Day (1962) e In Harm's Way (1965), atuando com John Wayne em ambos os filmes, e especialmente o personagem de televisão da Walt Disney Texas John Slaughter (1958–1961). Tryon mais tarde se voltou para a escrita de ficção em prosa e roteiros, e escreveu vários romances de ficção científica, terror e mistério de sucesso como Thomas Tryon .

Início da vida e educação

Thomas Tryon nasceu em 14 de janeiro de 1926, em Hartford, Connecticut , filho de Arthur Lane Tryon, um alfaiate e dono da Stackpole, Moore & Tryon (ele é frequentemente identificado erroneamente como filho do ator de cinema mudo Glenn Tryon ). Ele serviu na Marinha dos Estados Unidos no Pacífico de 1943 a 1946 durante e após a Segunda Guerra Mundial .

Carreira de ator

Tryon começou sua carreira de ator aparecendo no palco em Wish You Were Here (1952), Cyrano de Bergerac (1953) e Richard III (1953). 

Em seguida, ele encontrou trabalho na TV, aparecendo em The Way of the World (1955) com Gloria Lewis, Leora Thatcher e Sydney Smith. Ele também estrelou em 1955 como Antoine De Mores no episódio de duas partes "King of the Dakotas" da série de antologia de faroeste da NBC , Frontier . 

Tryon assinou um contrato de longo prazo com a Paramount em 1955. Sua estreia no cinema foi em The Scarlet Hour (1956) na Paramount, dirigido por Michael Curtiz , um drama policial sobre um homem cuja amante casada o convence a cometer um assalto; Tryon recebeu o segundo faturamento. Ele foi o mais faturado em um filme de guerra de baixo orçamento na Allied Artists, Screaming Eagles (1956), então apoiou Charlton Heston e Anne Baxter em Three Violent People (1956) na Paramount. Ele foi anunciado, mas não acabou aparecendo em Short Cut to Hell . Ele teve um papel coadjuvante em The Unholy Wife (1957) da RKO, faturado após Rod Steiger e Diana Dors . Ele teve o papel principal em um filme de ficção científica de baixo orçamento na Paramount, I Married a Monster from Outer Space (1958).

O trabalho de Tryon foi principalmente na TV, aparecendo em vários papéis, como Jane Wyman Presents The Fireside Theatre , The 20th Century-Fox Hour , Playhouse 90 (uma adaptação de Charley's Aunt ), Zane Grey Theater , Studio 57 , Matinee Theatre e Lux Video Theatre , The Restless Gun com John Payne , General Electric Theater , The Millionaire e The Big Valley (série de faroeste americana exibida originalmente de 1964 a 1969), em que ele foi uma estrela convidada no episódio de 1966 "The Midas Man". Tryon apareceu na liderança em "The Mark Hanford Story" (26 de fevereiro de 1958) no Wagon Train da NBC com Onslow Stevens e Kathleen Crowley .

Tryon interpretou o texano John Slaughter em uma série de filmes de TV para a Disney que durou de 1958 a 1961. O papel foi baseado na figura histórica real John Slaughter . Ele foi considerado, mas acabou sendo preterido para o papel do amante de Janet Leigh , Sam Loomis, no thriller clássico Psicose (1960); o papel foi para John Gavin . Tryon está à direita atrás de John Wayne , do filme O Dia Mais Longo

Tryon estrelou The Story of Ruth (1960) na 20th Century Fox. Para esse estúdio, ele apareceu em Marines, Let's Go (1961). A Disney o emprestou para estrelar uma sátira sobre a era espacial, Moon Pilot (1962). Ele foi um dos muitos nomes em The Longest Day (1962) na Fox. Em 1962, Tryon foi escalado para interpretar o papel de Stephen Burkett ("Adam") no filme de comédia inacabado Marilyn Monroe - Dean Martin , Something's Got to Give , dirigido por George Cukor , mas perdeu o papel depois que Monroe foi demitido do filme; o filme foi refeito com Doris Day e James Garner como Move Over, Darling (1963) com Chuck Connors interpretando o papel de Tryon. Tryon estrelou como convidado em Dr. Kildare e The Virginian .

O maior papel de Tryon foi como um ambicioso padre católico em The Cardinal (1963). O filme foi um sucesso de bilheteria e Tryon recebeu uma indicação ao Globo de Ouro de Melhor Ator - Drama Cinematográfico. Ele não gostou de fazer o filme, dizendo em 1986: "Finalmente, eu estava em posição de poder escolher meus papéis. Mas eu não gostei do filme. Eu não gostei de mim no filme. Até hoje, não consigo olhar para aquele filme. É por causa de Preminger . Ele era um tirano que governava pelo terror. Ele me amarrou em nós. Ele gritou comigo. Ele me xingou. Ele disse que eu era preguiçoso. Ele disse que eu era um tolo. Ele nunca me amaldiçoou. Seus insultos eram muito mais pessoais." 

Tryon mais tarde estrelou como convidado no Kraft Suspense Theatre e então se reuniu com Preminger em In Harm's Way (1965), estrelado por John Wayne e Kirk Douglas . Um de seus últimos papéis no cinema foi em The Glory Guys (1965), com Senta Berger e James Caan .

Carreira de escritor

Desiludido com a atuação, Tryon se aposentou da profissão em 1969 e começou a escrever romances de terror e mistério . Ele também se mudou para o financiamento de filmes, atuando como produtor executivo de Johnny Got His Gun (1971), de Dalton Trumbo .

Sua obra mais conhecida é The Other (1971), sobre um garoto cujo irmão gêmeo maligno pode ou não ser responsável por uma série de mortes em uma pequena comunidade rural na década de 1930. Ele adaptou seu romance para um filme lançado no ano seguinte, estrelado por Diana Muldaur , Uta Hagen e John Ritter . Harvest Home (1973), sobre os obscuros rituais pagãos praticados em uma pequena cidade da Nova Inglaterra , foi adaptado como The Dark Secret of Harvest Home (1978), uma minissérie de televisão estrelada por Bette Davis .

Outros livros de Tryon incluem Crowned Heads , uma coleção de novelas inspiradas nas lendas de Hollywood . Tryon vendeu os direitos do filme para a Universal para fazer quatro filmes baseados nas novelas. A primeira dessas novelas, Fedora , sobre uma reclusa ex-atriz de cinema cujo relacionamento com seu cirurgião plástico é semelhante ao de um viciado em drogas e seu traficante, foi posteriormente convertida em um longa-metragem dirigido por Billy Wilder . 

Outras novelas da coleção foram baseadas no assassinato do ex-astro do cinema mudo Ramón Novarro e no complicado relacionamento entre o ator Clifton Webb e sua mãe. Lady (1974) trata da amizade entre um garoto de oito anos e uma charmosa viúva na Nova Inglaterra dos anos 1930 e o segredo que ele descobre sobre ela. Seu romance The Night of the Moonbow (1989) conta a história de um garoto levado a meios violentos pelo assédio constante que recebe no acampamento de verão. Night Magic, escrito em 1991, foi publicado postumamente em 1995.

Vida pessoal

Em 1955, Tryon se casou com Ann L. Noyes, filha do corretor da bolsa Joseph Leo Lilienthal e sua esposa, a ex-Edna Arnstein. Ela era a ex-esposa de Thomas Ewing Noyes, com quem ela havia sido produtora teatral. Os Tryons se divorciaram em 1958. Ann morreu em 1966. Tryon disse que ela cometeu suicídio e que ele mantinha uma fotografia dela em seu apartamento.

Durante a década de 1970, ele teve um relacionamento romântico com Clive Clerk, um dos membros do elenco original de A Chorus Line e um designer de interiores que decorou o apartamento de Tryon no Central Park West , na cidade de Nova York, que foi destaque na Architectural Digest . De 1973 a 1977, Tryon teve um relacionamento com o ator pornô Casey Donovan .

Morte

Tryon morreu em 4 de setembro de 1991, aos 65 anos, em Los Angeles, Califórnia. A causa anunciada da morte foi câncer de estômago. O executor literário de Tryon, C. Thomas Holloway, declarou mais tarde que a doença de Tryon estava relacionada ao seu status HIV positivo . Tryon pediu para manter essa informação privada. Quando o amante de Tryon, Clive Clerk, explicou: "Tom não queria que seus leitores ou parentes soubessem", Holloway desaprovou, escrevendo: "Eu vejo isso como o silêncio egoísta de Tom ajudou a Idade das Trevas [de aceitação pública do HIV/AIDS ] a continuar no milênio."

Tom Tryon, 1955

[ivanreycristo]

A lo mejor a algunos SANDRO de AME_RICA [q estreno su gira LA PROFECIA en el teatro GRAN REY o GUSTAVO CERATI siguio con su gira FUERZA NATURAL tras terremoto de CHILE].. entre otros grandes CANTANTES apocalípticos les parece q son LA VOZ DE UN DEMONIO: Así de SIMPLE: ¿ Cual es la Relación que EXISTE ENTRE LA MUSICA, EL SONIDO, EL SILENCIO, LA MUERTE Y LOS TERREMOTOS?..como titulaba la REVISTA EMINENTE del HOTEL FIESTA AMERICANA del paseo REFORMA DE MEXICO DF frente donde estaba ESTATUA DE COLON..x cierto fui desde TABASCO [TABACO+ASCO] a MEXICO DF y de MEXICO DF a MAZATLAN [donde corri mi última maratón hospendandome en hotel MISION frente hotel GENESIS como entonces o tras 17 años 2002_19]..de donde volé a LA PAZ [BAJA CALIFORNIA] donde en una moto ITALIKA [RUINAS ROMANAS DE SEVILLA] fui a EL TRIUNFO [tiene un museo de MUSICA] y al volver a LA PAZ sin casi gasolina, de noche y sin gafas, sin GPS acabe x una AUTOVIA en SENTIDO CONTRARIA pues ahí te puedes meter en ella x cualquier lado..luego fui a TODOS SANTOS [donde dicen esta el verdadero HOTEL CALIFORNIA q es una canción de los EAGLES sobre EVA Y $ATANA$..y mientras sonaba música POP ESPAÑOLA tipo BOSE, MECANO..me fijaba en una guapa jovencita mexicana con un yankee más de 50 años] camino de LOS CABOS [SAN JOSE Y SAN LUCAS famosa x sus playas de los NOVIOS y del DIVORCIO..separada x el famoso ARCO DE ROCA..como vi en el barco CABO_REY donde tocaba un Grupo]

Luego de LOS CABOS tras fotografiar una moto SUZUKI BOULEVARD del CAMINO de Los LOBOS y subirme al AVION donde leí revista AIRE de Aeromexico sobre el regreso al FESTIVAL DE WOOD_STOCK pero nada q ver como tampoco el espíritu y fin de la música de los 60 q no cuajó xq estaba mezclado con DROGAS..regrese a MEXICO DF x el puto festival VIVE LATINO donde la gran estrella fue BUNBURY [1er grupo APOCALIPSIS] presentando en el FORO SOL su cd EXPECTATIVAS con single CUNA DE CAIN o la CEREMONIA DE LA CONFUSION=EL SUERTUDO [Barco de LOS CABOS]

[postoctobrist]

ACAB, but the 1973 - 2000 US postal inspector badge goes pretty fucking hard

Fun fact, the official USPS name for this logo design is the ‘Sonic Eagle’

[poppywrights]

@meredithdardenness​ — aaron & cleo.

precisou olhar mais de uma vez em direção a figura feminina para confirmar que não era somente uma peça pregada pela sua imaginação e, realmente, estava vendo uma conhecida no bar em que fora para o pré-jogo. a organizadora de casamento de seu melhor amigo não se enquadrava exatamente em uma de suas amizades, mesmo que houvessem conversado durante as ocasiões em que estivera presente para o planejamento por ser o padrinho, no entanto, seus amigos só chegariam muito mais tarde, e a atkinson aparentava estar sozinha. não custava cumprimentá-la. “hey, tudo bem?” sorriu, simpático, ao chegar mais perto de onde ela estava. “também tá esperando vagar alguma mesa? essa loucura em dia de jogo é terrível, a gente chega duas horas antes e não tem nem uma cadeira vaga ainda.” aaron fez uma careta, examinando o ambiente com o olhar enquanto finalizava a sua sentença. uma mesa parecia estar prestes a vagar, contudo, não queria manter as suas esperanças altas. estava prestes a puxar algum assunto relacionado ao casamento - por ser o único que estava certo de possuírem em comum -, ou um diálogo sobre como estava nublado - um indicativo de não saber muito sobre o que poderiam discorrer em uma conversa -, no que acabou identificando a estampa da camiseta que ela usava. como um passe de mágica, toda a conversa furada sumia de sua mente. “não acredito. você torce pro eagles? eu ‘tava confraternizando com o inimigo sem saber durante todo o tempo esse tempo?”

[moon-mahina]

Rayearth <3

Dia 31 de Março foi meu aniversario, fiquei um ano mais velinha hehe. Todo ano eu ganho algo incrível do meu irmão (ainda mais no Natal eu ganhei uma mesa de desenho digital e um Nintendo Swith). Este ano meu irmão me perguntou o que eu queria ganhar eu não tinha ideia do que eu queria. Imagina minha surpresa ao ganhar a coleção completa de Guerreiras Magicas de Rayearth.

Quem me conhece deve saber que eu amo mangas e animes e este é uma das histórias que eu mais gosto. Prometo por uma sinopse no final falando sobre o manga/anime então quem não conhece pule para lá para não ter spoiler.

-Spoiler-

Eu totalmente adoreiiii, eu só havia assistido ao anime e nunca li o manga. Imagina minha surpresa ao ver a diferença dos finais e que surpresa incrível, eu estou totalmente encantada com o que fizeram. Eu já era fã das meninas da CLAMP agora então acho que piorou.

Vou falar exclusivamente do final do manga, que é o mais recente na minha memoria que do anime que eu assisti quando tinha 10 anos (atual 24 agora pesou nas minhas costas ai). A forma que temos a relação melhor estabelecida do Ascott com a Umi é tão meiga e fofa que se eu já amava o casal agora piorou diferente do anime que ela parecia ter algo com o Cleff também isso acabou não sendo explorado o que tornou realmente muito mais perfeito o final, mesmo que eu amo o Guru Cleff esta mudança pareceu me fazer gostar muito mais dos três personagens do que antes.

A relação entre o Ferio e a Fuu continua a coisa fofa que é, acho que não tem como mudar isso, apesar de que eu amei como logo no encontro deles eles estabeleceram bem a noção de personalidade calculista da Fuu que eu não me lembro de ser assim no anime. Ainda mais que vendo o Ferio dizer que ama ela através de dizer o que a encantou nele e ser a parte da floresta que ele percebe que ela esta calculando e a doçura que ela trata as amigas, que é realmente a coisa que mais me lembro dela no anime e a fazia minha preferida, ficou totalmente encantador.

Agora Hikaru, ela se tornou a minha preferida e seu final é tão fofo que eu quero chorar. Primeiro me deixa dizer que os irmãos dela são uma comedia e eu amei ver mais deles já que eu não me lembrava muito, chorei de rir também em saber que o pai dela saiu pelo mundo para treinar por que quando ela tinha cinco anos ela o detorou em kendo. Ela ser a escolhida para a provação do pilar pelo Mokona me fez berrar por através do manga eu conseguir ver melhor a sutileza dele a escolhendo por querer realmente quebrar o sistema e por ver elas (as três guerreiras) como amigas.

Ai vem no manga a cena fofa dela dizendo ao Eagle que ele ama profundamente o Lantis e ele simplesmente concordar na cara dura (apesar de achar que o Geo ama o Eagle). Eu ainda ri mais dele mandando o Lantis escoltar ela para o piquenique por querer alguém de olho na garota deles. E gente que pedido de casamento foi aquele do Lantis para a Hikaru, foi muito fofo ele perguntar como eles se declaravam na Terra e ele pedir para ela se casar com ele... Pena que ela não entendeu o que ele quis dizer, mas pelo menos ele ficou satisfeito em saber que ela gosta dele e do parceiro dele/namorado/melhor amigo.

Eu totalmente fiquei feliz com o presente e mais ainda com o final... Apensar de minha pouca criatividade me obrigar a chamar o novo mundo de Rayearth pelo significado até mesmo dentro da historia quanto pelo titulo do manga. Fora isso acho que teria nomeado de alguma coisa relacionado a coração e bons sentimentos, já que foi isso que a historia me trouce.

Quem leu o manga, que nome vocês deram a Cefiro?

-Sinopse-

A história gira em torno de três garotas ginasiais que são transportadas para um mundo fantástico repleto de seres mágicos e criaturas inimagináveis. Lá, as jovens recebem a inesperada missão de salvar aquele mundo à beira do colapso. Enquanto lutam para restabelecer a paz e a ordem em um mundo mergulhado no caos, as garotas embarcam em uma jornada de autoconhecimento, aprendizado e amadurecimento.

[bewaresienna]

˗ˏˋ  🐺     ❛    you see? you get 𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀, make 𝓁𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒶𝒹𝑒.  ❜

──── ∗ ⋅ TIMELINE  //  PLAYLIST  //  MUSE TAG.

⠀⠀⠀ ⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅ 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑬 ⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙

NOME :  sienna gwaed corvinus  (meaning literalmente: vermelho / filha da lua / sangue / corvo, onde o corvo advindo de corvinus é por conta do mau agouro, a morte, o azar, sentimentos sombrios e intenções negativas no geral).

ALIAS  /  APELIDO : sisi e nena para os menos chegados aka os que ela não tem tamanha consideração assim em sua vida; corvi e vivi são seus favoritos e pessoas com maior intimidade a chamam assim porque ela pede. amaris é um nome pessoal apenas para o irmão.

CONTO & PERSONA : chapeuzinho vermelho, como loba má.

IDADE :  33 anos

EDUCAÇÃO :  superior completo em administração

OCUPAÇÃO : dona do cassino playful hearts / gambler

ALTURA : 1,64m

DETALHES POSITIVOS : autodidata, odeia que alguém a ensine algo que ela tem condições de aprender sozinha; sempre está disposta a ouvir o próximo (mas raramente liga); kuudere - ela é uma pessoa que é séria por fora e não expressa muitas emoções, mas é intensa por dentro, parecendo apática quando na verdade sente em excesso;  em breve mais.

DETALHES NEGATIVOS : extremamente rancorosa e não sabe perdoar ninguém, o que a corrói quase sempre e é bem difícil lidar com esse lado dela; estressadíssima, ela não sabe controlar suas emoções muito bem e é perigoso; difícil de se abrir sobre sentimentos e afins, muito solitária; odeia gente idosa e tem certo preconceito perto delas;  em breve mais.

DETALHES NEUTROS :  faz uso do sarcasmo e da ironia na maior parte das vezes - mas nem sempre se diverte com isso, às vezes é só mecanismo de defesa;  em breve mais.

HISTÓRIA :

— Apesar de não ser uma vilã original da maldição e ainda assim estar acordada, Sienna foi corrompida pela crueldade e maldade existente dentro de si, ainda que suas razões sejam inerentes às dos demais vilões. Ela não os apoia, mas também não está totalmente contra eles  - a neutralidade em pessoa. Tal qual os mesmos também não são inteiramente confiáveis uns para os outros, isso não quer dizer que não se aproveite vez ou outra dos benefícios de se ter “aliados”, por isso pode ser traiçoeira.

— Com intuito de livrar-se do rancor que guardava de Chapeuzinho na Floresta, Sienna se apegou à história falsa que sua persona de Storybrooke carrega. Solitária como foi, esteve sempre cercada de amigos na infância e lembra-se de ter se afastado deles quando cresceu mais. Claro que, na realidade de sua perspectiva, foi apenas um surto de descontrole. Sempre que Sienna perdia o controle do lobo interior, agia fora do habituado e não podia fazer nada com isso, a não ser afastar-se de todos até que estivesse finalmente sã. 

— Talvez por isso quando voltou a Storybrooke, fundou a Playful Hearts  - era muito melhor afetar os “corações divertidos” do que lembrar-se que não tinha um para chamar de seu. Por isso mesmo virou uma apostadora em potencial até, por fim, agir também de maneiras inapropriadas conforme seus clientes requisitavam, tudo por baixo dos panos é claro. O cassino acabou virando também querência de seus aliados em potencial. E até hoje a Corvinus guarda muito rancor da vovózinha de Ruby, assim como tem como foco estragar toda e qualquer felicidade das duas.

INSPIRAÇÕES : Daryl Dixon (the walking dead); Sonja (underworld: rise of lycans); Bucky Barnes (marvel); Theodora Crain (hill house); Ziggy Berman (fear street trilogy); Hotel California by Eagles.

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⠀⠀⠀ ⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅ 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑨 𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑫𝑨 ⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙

NOME : Sempre foi conhecida pelo seu pack como a loba. Se passou a ser má, isso pode ter sido por conta de suas atitudes desenfreadas de propagar discórdia pela Floresta. Mas, antes de tudo isso, era apenas Amaris  - que significa “filho/a da lua”.

CICATRIZES :  Uma que a afeta até hoje não só pela marca física que deixou, como pela emocional. Quando Chapeuzinho a atacou, matando-a, a loba ficou com um aberto no peito e foi parar no limbo das almas até ser poupada de volta pelo Carrasco do submundo. A cicatriz, no entanto, permaneceu, e ela não consegue esquecer a traição que sofreu sempre que se olha no espelho e vê a marca abaixo do peito, na região de seu coração. Outras cicatrizes menores por aventuras externas são curadas ou suavizadas pela licantropia, a depender da gravidade delas, menos esta no peito por ter sido um golpe fatal que culminou em sua morte.

HEADCANONS IMPORTANTES :

— Antes de perpetuar o título que lhe renderia a “má” fama na Floresta Encantada, ela não era nada além de uma simples camponesa que só tinha um irmão mais novo para contar. Curtos anos após o nascimento deste, seus pais sumiram sem deixar rastros e ela se viu na obrigação de entender o que acontecia. Em seus lapsos de desespero, pois não sabia o que fazer sozinha com um mais novo em seu encalço, Amaris, como se chamava antigamente, foi de encontro a uma bruxa e esta lhe propôs um acordo: sua magia acharia um meio de encontrar os pais dela, certificando de que estavam bem e vivos, e em troca a menininha teria que lhe prestar um favor quando fosse chamada.

— A pobre criança não tinha ideia do fardo que havia imposto sobre si, por isso, quando acordo fora fechado, a bruxa cumpriu com sua palavra e lhe direcionou o caminho para onde os pais desta estariam. Frustrada por saber que estavam felizes sem os dois filhos, ela foi embora, e aquele amargor de abandono corroeu seu interior por muitos anos à frente. Finalmente, quando já tinha certa idade, a bruxa foi de encontro a ela em busca de sua parte do acordo, mas Amaris achou um meio de burlar aquela regra, o que enfureceu a mulher.

— Então, em sua fúria, a bruxa impôs uma maldição de sangue sobre a jovem, que consequentemente e propositalmente também afetou ao irmão mais novo, a única pessoa com quem Amaris se importava, e a deixou acamada e febril por dias sob os cuidados do irmão. Em tenra idade, se transformou em uma Loba, a primeira da espécie, e a primeira a aterrorizar a Floresta Encantada com seus picos na lua cheia, incapaz de se controlar pela força da maldição afetá-la mais que a qualquer um. A bruxa queria que ela sofresse, então ela sofreria. 

 —  Não muito depois, a descoberta de que seu irmão não era, de fato, irmão biológico, e sim um fruto bastardo da relação de sua mãe com um outro homem, deixou Amaris com ainda mais fúria contida dos “pais”, e no meio daquele drama todo, o pequeno Neil também desvendava um meio de lidar com a maldição que ambos agora carregavam. Não foi surpreendente saber que a morte daqueles que se subjugaram seus pais por anos, se dera pelas mãos do mais novo. Na verdade, a proximidade entre eles só cresceu após isso.

— A Loba Má nunca foi, de fato, má. Seu instinto podia ser selvagem, pois ela era livre para ser e estar como bem entendesse. Claro que isso interferia na vidinha pacata de alguns moradores de Red Rose, mas a verdade era que a ela nunca teve intenção de viver uma vida sem aventuras e muita emoção, principalmente com os anos que se passaram e ela havia se acostumado com a maldição. Por isso mesmo que quando conheceu Ruby, apaixonou-se. O espírito da jovem mesclava aos seus princípios e isso era fascinante, principalmente por ser o primeiro contato da Loba que não resultou em violência. Pelo menos, não até ela mostrar as garras...

— Na época, sua obsessão beirou a loucura quando acabou por descontrolar-se e findar a humanidade de Ruby com a maldição da licantropia. E assim, uma vez que a jovem desapareceu por sua culpa, a Loba buscava desesperadamente por sua amada para tentar ajudá-la. Foi aí que descobriu que a avó da mesma estava procurando por ela. Num ato de selvageria, natural desta, a Loba entendeu que a única pessoa que jamais permitiria que Ruby e ela estivessem juntas, era a avó, tomando a atitude então de invadir a casa para tentar matá-la. Porém, surgindo em defesa da senhora, Ruby encontrou e atacou a Loba no peito, matando-a em confusão e mágoa por tamanha traição.

— Foi para o limbo e ali, de encontro com o percursor das almas penadas, Tânatos, ela ganhou mais uma chance de viver… E esta faria valer a pena. Ao retornar, ganhou novamente a confiança de sua alcateia, mas todos foram alertados da traição de Ruby Red. O que a Loba não lhes explicou, no entanto, era que esta tinha apenas feito o atentado contra a Loba na intenção de salvar sua avó, mentindo para seus semelhantes que havia uma outra loba igual á eles, que não mais pertencia ao grupo e que buscava ensandecidamente por vingança por ter sido transformada.

— Recheada dos sentimentos mais negativos e deprimentes, a Loba rendeu-se ao lado selvagem de seu ser e não consegue mais controlar a si mesma dentro de Storybrooke quando está no ápice de seus sentimentos e sensações. Machucada, amargurada, corrompida… O animal que suspeitavam que fosse, agora existia realmente.

[rejetfan-chan]

Diabolik Lovers as songs: Kino

English lyrics:

Holy water cannot help you now A thousand armies couldn't keep me out I don't want your money I don't want your crown See, I've come to burn your kingdom down

Holy water cannot help you now See, I've come to burn your kingdom down And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out I'm going to raise the stakes I'm going to smoke you out

Seven devils all around me Seven devils in my house See, they were there when I woke up this morning And I'll be dead before the day is done

Seven devils all around you Seven devils in your house See, I was dead when I woke up this morning And I'll be dead before the day is done Before the day is done

And now all your lies will be exorcised And we will find your saints to be canonized And it's an even song It's a litany It's a battle cry It's a symphony

Seven devils all around me Seven devils in my house See, they were there when I woke up this morning And I'll be dead before the day is done

Seven devils all around you Seven devils in your house See, I was dead when I woke up this morning And I'll be dead before the day is done Before the day is done Before the day is done Before the day is done

You can't keep it out It's coming through the walls To devastate your heart And to take your soul For what has been done Cannot be undone In the eagle's eye In the evensong

Seven devils all around you Seven devils in your house See I was dead when I woke up this morning And I'll be dead before the day is done Before the day is done

Letra en Español:

El agua bendita no puede ayudarte ahora Mil ejércitos no pudieron mantenerme fuera No quiero tu dinero No quiero tu corona Mira, he venido a quemar tu reino

El agua bendita no puede ayudarte ahora Mira, he venido a quemar tu reino Y no hay ríos ni lagos que puedan apagar el fuego Voy a subir las apuestas Te pondré en evidencia

Siete demonios a mi alrededor Siete demonios en mi casa Mira, estaban allí cuando me desperté esta mañana Y estaré muerto antes de que acabe el día

Siete demonios a tu alrededor Siete demonios en tu casa Mira, estaba muerto cuando me desperté esta mañana Y estaré muerto antes de que acabe el día Antes de que termine el día

Y ahora todas tus mentiras serán exorcizadas Y encontraremos a tus santos para ser canonizados Y esto ni siquiera es una canción Es una letanía Es un grito de batalla Es una sinfonía

Siete demonios a mi alrededor Siete demonios en mi casa Mira, estaban allí cuando me desperté esta mañana Y estaré muerto antes de que acabe el día

Siete demonios a tu alrededor Siete demonios en tu casa Mira, estaba muerto cuando me desperté esta mañana Y estaré muerto antes de que acabe el día Antes de que termine el día Antes de que termine el día Antes de que termine el día

No puedes evitarlo Viene a través de las paredes Para devastar tu corazón Y tomar tu alma Porque lo que se ha hecho No se puede deshacer En el ojo del águila En la víspera

Siete demonios a tu alrededor Siete demonios en tu casa Mira, estaba muerto cuando me desperté esta mañana Y estaré muerto antes de que acabe el día Antes de que termine el día

[cashew-dad]

Big iron (Marty Roberts)

Werewolfs of London (Warren Zevon)

Train in vain (The Clash)

Ballad of a thin man (Bob Dylan)

Dancing with mr D. (The Rolling Stones)

Doctor Jimmy (The Who)

Monolith (T. Rex)

Venus in furs (The Velvet Underground)

Please go home (The Rolling Stones)

Dantelion (The Rolling Stones)

Where eagles dare (The Misfits)

Cum on feel the noise (Quiet Riot)

Girls on film (Duran Duran)

Heart of glass (Blondie)

Doo Doo Doo Heartbreaker (The Rolling Stones)

Once bitten twice shy (Grait White)

The bitch is back (Elton John)

Bennie and the jets (Elton John)

Runaway (Bon Jovi)

Wild in the streets (Bon Jovi)

Highway to hell (ACDC)

Put out the fier (Queen)

Remote control (The Clash)

Rock the casbar (The Clash)

Streight to hell (The Clash)

Police & Thieves (The Clash)

I am so terribly sorry you asked for a few songs and I made a hole pleylist (oops)

i listened to the first 10 seconds only anyway that is enough if i feel the vibe.(also 80s songs kinda don't give me any vibe)

1.lonely cowboy vibes

2.halloween sweet home alabama

3.Igor the Engine driver's fav song

4.dramatic, slightly drunk, kinda wild west

5.grave yard without the "g", skeletons are grooving

6.doctor action series theme song

7.sounds liquid

8.old italian film dramatic, so fancy

9.space music

10.jumping around with a guitar and spinning

11.80s

12.even more 80s

13.Barbie vibes, i will not elaborate

14.musician plays on the street for a living

15.rockabilly but 80s

16.whole vibe

17.tango music???

18.rock video game sound

19.idk

20.regular ac/dc vibes

21.law of the wild west but disco

22.early The Who

23.pianoooo wooo

24 i'd dance romanian traditionl dance on this one

25.acab

thanks, mick