#cai's 200

[rowdyluv]

holy shit what

thank you, thank you, THANK YOU.🥺 I’ve been here since the start of Stanley Cup playoffs. I can’t believe 200+ (a few more joined since I took this at 5am) of you want to follow a mid 20s girl obsessed with hockey (and other sports), who rambles on about useless things, writes about hockey’s hottest men, and dreams of being an athletic trainer one day in the NHL. I honestly thought I may have ended up with maybe 10 followers when I started up this tumblr. So again, thank everyone of you who follow me, and those of you who follow in the future (if there’s more, never assuming anything) thank you! And feel free to drop me an ask let’s chat🥰

[bisexualoftheopera]

Twisted Wonderland Love Languages

Heartslabyul

Riddle: words of affirmation (his mother was not good for his self esteem and he often doubts himself)

Trey: quality time (sit by him as he bakes, keep him company. He's a simple man)

Cater: words of affirmation (he's depressed, we all know it. Reassurance that you love the real Cater and not just Cay-Cay is greatly appreciated)

Ace: physical touch (he likes holding you, not much to say)

Deuce: gift giving (he might not have a lot of money but he crafts the loveliest little things for you. He tries his best to get the little details right and make it pretty but sometimes he gets frustrated. He tries his best)

Savanaclaw

Leona: all of them (he's used to being second fiddle, the second born, all that. Show him you love him, constant sleeping and all, by doin this for him. Tell him you love how determined he is, tell him he's smart. Maybe play chess with him, give him cuddles, redo his braids when they come loose)

Jack: physical touch (wolf boy needs to be touching you, he doesn't know why. His tail wags when he does too, he's ashamed but as much as he pretends to grumble, he won't stop touching you)

Ruggie: words of affirmation (reassurance that he isn't just a sneaky thief with sticky fingers, that you actually trust him. He love) gift giving (he doesn't have much and sometimes he thinks he likely never will. Little homemade gifts always make his heart soar, you actually put time and effort into the thing for him? He love so much)

Octavinelle

Azul: physical touch (as shy as he is, he loves being held) words of affirmation (body issues from his past still creep up so a little reassurance is nice)

Jade: quality time (he likes going hiking with you, pointing out different fauna. Be there, show interest, the eel relishes in it)

Floyd: physical touch (he squeeze. He love when shrimpy squeeze back)

Scarabia

Kalim: physical touch (baby loves being held, he loves it so much) quality time (given his large amount of siblings he doesn't really get alone time so he'd love to spend some time just the two of you)

Jamil: words of affirmation (poor baby is full of doubt because he was always in Kalim's shadow) acts of service (he's used to taking care of Kalim and serving others so he'd love it if someone would take care of him for once)

Pomefiore

Vil: words of affirmation (yes, he knows he's beautiful, he knows he's awesome and all that. But being typecast as a villain all the time gets a man down, even him)

Rook: physical touch (if he could envelop you constantly, he would. Only thing stopping him for now is classes and Vil)

Epel: gift giving (farmboy works with his hands a lot, he likes crafting and giving you what he's made. Make sure you keep them all)

Igenhyde

Idia: words of affirmation (poor fire boy is shy and always feel crappy, reassure the man) acts of service (maybe you entered a draw to try and win one of his favorite game related things, maybe you brought him a snack while he grinds levels. Show him you care)

Ortho (platonic): quality time (he likes spending time with the people he loves and he loves you like you're part of his family)

Diasomnia

Malleus: all of them (good luck because this pouty dragon will definitely be showing you so much love in so many ways and he wants it shown in so many ways too)

Lilia: quality time (he doesn't have much time left by fae standards (maybe 100? 200? years) it's a pity he only met you now. He definitely loves spending time with you and won't hesitate to take any opportunity presented)

Silver: quality time (he spends most of his time falling asleep which isn't ideal for dates and such but he's trying so hard to stay awake for you. Make sure he knows that being in the same room is still quality time)

Sebek: gift giving (fae express their love this way, of course he'd do the same. He's fae! What did you expect from him, human?) words of affirmation (he's insecure about being half human. He isn't as strong, he won't live as long, he gets judged by other fae for being half human. He's not human enough for the humans and not fae enough for the fae. Reassurance (word of the post) is key)

[linda-from-the-bird-site]

So to those of you as yet unaware I’m currently running two raffles which include books by @neil-gaiman

The first book is a copy of STARDUST there are ONLY 2 of these particular copies anywhere in the world and I have one!!

Funds from both books will go towards supporting non-referral foodbanks, homelessness, wholly volunteer led charities such as The Biscuit Fund and a few smaller charities I’ve supported for some time now, there is a lot more information on the link.

The 2nd book is a numbered edition of CORALINE- The Red Thread Edition it is number 174/200 and it has some additional doodles from both Neil and the artist Rovina Cai you can no longer buy this edition either.

If you’d like to enter the first thing I’d say is ***PLEASE READ THE SHIPPING INFORMATION***

You’ll not need to sell any major organs to buy tickets as was previously suggested to me, but there are only 2000 of the STARDUST tickets available at a mere £20 each for a book that you couldn’t ever possibly dream of affording any other way so this is going to make some lucky persons day.

The Coraline book retailed at £600 I’ve seen resales on eBay for over £1000 but you can buy a ticket for £5 there are 5000 tickets available and we are well on our way to selling the first 100 in each category of book.

I’ll add the links below but again PLEASE make sure I’m shipping to your country and please read the shipping information BEFORE you rush out and buy your tickets.

You can check out my Raffall profile to find the other link (and previous raffalled books)

[momo-de-avis]

A associação Batoto Yetu, em consequência do projeto que foi este livro, espalhou uma série de placas educativas acerca da história africana da cidade de Lisboa. O problema é que elas são extremamente difíceis de localizar. Reza a história que a Câmara de Lisboa fez que sim senhor vamos colaborar e depois cobrou acho que foi 200€ à placa. Deixo aqui um guia daquelas que já encontrei:

1. Rua da Madalena, junto à Rua do Arsenal, quase no terreiro do paço, naquele que era o antigo Largo do Pelourinho Velho.

2. Rua das Pretas, junto à Avenida da Liberdade

3. Esta lamento não ter foto da placa em si, mas isto é o Campo das Cebolas, no começo da Rua do Arsenal, voltado para o jardim/parque de estacionamento

4. Praça do Rossio, e espero que a imagem contextualize porque é difícil explicar

5. Chafariz d'El Rey, está do outro lado da estrada ao chafariz

Falta aqui a do Largo de São Domingos, que até está bem visível, mas acrescento depois e vou também acrescentando consoante encontre mais.

Se alguém descobrir a do Terreiro do Paço ou a do Cais do Sodré, são os maiores. E boa sorte que esta merda é pior que apanhar pokemons

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

Was she or was she not born with a vulva?

That's all I care about. Whether a condition she has should or should not disqualify a certain woman from a certain sport is a different conversation.

But if she was born with a vagina, I don't care if she has a Y chromosome ffs. She's a woman. Before the discovery of chromosomes, women and girls were identified by vulvas. Does material reality matter when it comes to womanhood and oppression, or does it fucking not?

You can't see chromosomes. You can see genitals. No, not at all the time, and yes, we can tell by secondary and tertiary sex characteristics the vast majority of the time. But not all the time. Some people genuinely look androgynous or even like the opposite sex. It's rare, but it happens.

Some women have gotten by in history by posing as men. I, a fertile female, have been mistaken for male when I've let my upper lip hair grow! If we looked back through history and exhumed the bodies of women who posed as men, say, Dr James Barry, and found that she had XY chromosomes, does it make her less of a woman in history trying to practice medicine in a time when women weren't allowed to? Whose accomplishments were discredited when they gave her an autopsy and found her to be female (because she had a vulva)? Is it really just misdirected misogyny if a baby is born with the very female organ that men try to control, if it turns out she's actually a male who didn't develop properly in the womb?

Personally, no, I don't think so. Those are my sisters. They are not whole ass men developing a fantasy of what being women is and playing at being women and invading our spaces and taking up our resources. They are not even like David Reimer who was born as an intact male, had his genitals destroyed, had to use a colostomy bag, and whose parents attempted to raise as a girl. They were born and treated as girls.

Tell me, if you heard right now about a woman from 200 years ago who posed as a man to get an education, fight in war, etc. and never had any children, you wouldn't be happy to learn about her, you wouldn't see her as an icon. But it's entirely possible the reason she didn't have children and was able to pass as a man is because she was technically male with a DSD! So is that suddenly not a woman's accomplishment? How is that different from transing historical figures? Shrodinger's female accomplishments until a chromosome test?

An XX female with an SRY gene activated will develop as an infertile male. Is he one of us because of his fucking chromosomes? With a whole ass penis?

Like, come the fuck on. A lot of people here lately seem to really want to be the "TERF" stereotype. Literally seeing people arguing that being born with a vulva doesn't count because of neovulvas! Are you fucking kidding me?!? What happened to the vagina and clitoris being organs whereas neovulvas are an open wound that doesn't and can't function as more than a hole? Suddenly it's similar enough that only chromosomes count? Come off it!

Again, I'm not talking about whether a woman with XY chromosomes should be playing in certain sports. I don't know enough to have a fully formed opinion on that.

It's the way people are insisting on calling them men that's pissing me off. You do not know enough to do that. If they were born with malformed penises, fine! Have at it! But we have no evidence of that. All we know is that they *probably* have XY chromosomes. That says nothing about whether they have Swyer Syndrome, CAIS, or another XY DSD I'm not aware of where the babies are born with female genitalia.

Just, enough. If you want to talk about whether the tiny percentage of women with XY chromosomes have automatic advantages (I think they likely do, but again I don't know) over non-DSD females, talk about that. You can do that without calling women with DSDs men.

[jasvtsc]

also ARE YOU GUYS SHITTING ME OR STH

200 FOLLOWERS ON CAI AND 70 HERE?!?!

THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH I NEVER THOUGHT THAT PEOPLE WOULD LIKE MY STUFF SO MUCH😭🙏

[cupiidk1lls]

GUYSBGYYS GUYSBGYYSBGYYS GUYS SOMEONE GET THE CONFETTI CANNONS OUT

YAAYAYAY OMGGG 200+ THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH I APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF U!!!!

AND WHAT DO U MEAN IM AT 964.3K INTERACTIONS ON CAI AND ALMOST AT 2,000 FOLLOWERS LIKE THIS IS INSANE THIS IS RIDICULOUS.

TYSM FOR BEING IN THIS JOURNEY W/ ME!

(bringing this gif back because why not.)

[yameoto]

if I'm wrong please forgive me but don't you have a few bots on janitor ai? With everything going on with c.ai I'm backing up my bots on there. It's so fucking time consuming.

if you do, how do you like it? Like, is there any big issue with posting bots on there that you've noticed?

it’s incredibly time-consuming! i completely understand you. get the most out of janitor.ai (free vers) you need to reformat your bot descriptions. essentially, it’s like building the bot from scratch again. of course you can always copy paste your cai straight onto jai, but i’ve personally noticed a ridiculous difference between the ones i’ve simply restarted vs the ones i only transfer.

+ takes longer to upload responses than cai.

+ (personally) like cai’s way of organising things better (app, auto-alphabetical, compact formatting)

+ memory/prose is much poorer on jai and bots break at a higher rate than cai does.

+ bot theft is soso common.

however i do think jai objectively does a lot of aspects they do better, such as the tagging system, rating system, customisation and visible reviews. the easily accessible char description (if made public) also makes it excellent for OC bots.

my personal barriers are just that transferring bots is simply a chore, especially when i have 200+ that aren’t easily sorted on jai’s system. i just don’t see the point, especially when they’re already on cai. i’d rather have a couple bots like perv!jordan or somno!sam carpenter that are brand-new, with brand-new descriptions and explicitly nsfw, built in a way that translate to jai’s llm, rather than transfer everything. that’s just my two cents however!

tldr: totally personal preference. i just think cai has a better llm/formatting. transferring is a pain in itself, and not worth it in my executive opinion. however! beggars can’t be choosers, and if cai implodes most bot creators will likely have to move elsewhere.

[skaruresonic]

The Welsh Triads were originally orally transmitted, as druids and bards had to memorize everything, and it made things easier on them to recount information in multiples of three. The system of memorization via lists is called cyfarwyddiaid, which would be spoken aloud by a cyfarwyddyd (storyteller). Culhwch and Olwen, the earliest example of Welsh Arthurian literature, reads at times like a pastiche of this form of Welsh oral storytelling. Arthur evoking the 200 or so names of every person, animal, and possession in his court in dedication to Culhwch's quest would have definitely tested the cyfarwyddyd's powers of recall had it been recounted orally. The lengthy list of characters would have also given the audience reason to be like "ah yes, I remember that guy." Not to mention the occasional bit of comedy may have been sprinkled in to keep the passage from becoming a total slog, such as the name "Sound, Son of Hearing." That would suggest the author was knowledgeable enough in the traditional oral form to riff on it a little. The Dream of Rhonabwy, a much later (and I use this term loosely) isekai tale in which a royal messenger in the 13th century falls asleep on a yellow calf-skin inside a derelict hall and dreams of the former glory of Arthur's court, borders on satire, if not surrealism. Dream of Rhonabwy, in fact, has been argued to reflect the political tumult of medieval Wales at the time, turning it into a (then) modern parable with a vague Arthurian gloss draped on top. It may have been a way to wag the finger at warring princes of the time and lament "Oh, how the mighty have fallen." Sir Thomas Malory's take builds off of Geoffrey of Monmouth and Chretien de Troyes's work, compiling and compressing an amalgamation of folk tales. His work furthermore reflects the political and social mores of his time in the form of Christian virtue and codes of chivalry. Our boy Geoffrey claimed to be working from original Bri'ish tradition, but his sources are a little "just trust me dood" tbh. With all this in mind, it must be considered that Arthuriana reflects the cultural mores of time and place, and so there is no one set "canon," no one fixed version of legend. Frankly, given how many countries and principalities each had their own slice of the pie, it's impossible to even say which is more "canon" than the next. Welsh and French cycles do bear their own continuities if you look at them broadly, true, but once you zoom in on the details, you find hundreds of localized permutations. Like: that spring is known for hosting the magical tomb of Arthur's dead son, you should go and measure the dimensions for yourself. Or, isn't it crazy how our blessed saint had beef with Arthur, and got his head cut off after spotting Arthur dancing in drag with a bunch of girls at a party and the saint was only able to tell due to Arthur's telltale limp? (I swear I am not making this shit up.)

Even though the characterization of Malory's Arthur is a far cry from the rampaging warlord of Welsh folk tales, even that more "savage" characterization varies depending on what source you read. Sometimes the clergy made Arthur, a pagan warlord, look bad precisely to puff up their own protagonists, or just the church in general:

These may be exemplary, conventional episodes, but in other Vitae the Arthurian episodes appear to be genuine fragments of Arthurian legend, manipulated so that they display Arthur in the worst possible light.

One of the clearest examples of the inversion of traditional Arthurian values occurs in the Life of Cadoc by Llancarfan, c. 1090. Arthur is prevented from fulfilling his lustful desires upon a fleeing maiden by his two companions, Cai and Bedwyr, who remind him that they normally help the needy [...], a comment which is reminiscent of Arthur's rebuke to Cai in Culhwch ac Olwen.

That's why I tend to look askance whenever people treat Arthurian legend like it's a monolith - there's a millennium of literature scattered across the continent, and even those elements you'd take for granted are not always necessarily so.

[bonefall]

Cute idea for Windclan apprentices: Since the cats can use string, what if the apprentices somehow make kites (out of feathers, leaves, etc) and run around the moor with them?

I'm finally getting around to really old asks that have been sitting around as reminders; I've made an official to-do list.

Sadly though I did a little bit of digging into how exactly the cats would be able to construct their own kite, and it's looking like an Incan Wheel. The problem isn't the string; it's the paper.

Paper actually didn't hit Europe until super late, like 14th century. It was developed in China because they were writing, and from there spread to the Middle East where it spread to Europe. It's actually fascinating that the invention of kites and cheap paper (predating Cai Lun's official 'invention' of papermaking) seem to have happened around the same time-- 200 BC.

And this is the point where I shook my head and closed out the research. The Clans wouldn't come up with something like this on their own.

HOWEVER

I won't rule this out of SkyClan's culture. I write them as stealing things and being a lot closer to humans than the other Clans, so I wouldn't be against making a sort of "side story" about them finding and fixing a kite.

But it would feature a specific cat and be more of a side parable. "That time SkyClan found a kite" story.

[just-emis-blog]

character voice tag:

Thanks @fractured-shield for the tag! This is interesting :O

Rules: Rewrite the line of dialogue from the person who tagged you into the voice of your OC! Pass on the tag with a new line of dialogue. My line: "And why are you trusting me with this”

Blake: ...Why in the fresh blue fuck would you trust me of all people? With this of all things!? Have you met me? I'm me!

Cai: I don't trust God, why would I trust you?

Blake: Yea. Uh huh. You continue to make excellent points as to why I should leave.

Cai: .................Is babysitting so beyond your pathetic capabilities?

Blake: Yes to that! And more yes to this! This isn't babysitting you fucking lunatic! This is, like, wild life shit! I'm not some - some Zootopiaist, dude!

Cai: It's zoologist...dear god, if only you weren't my last resort...

Blake: Heh. That's what she said - wait...

Cai: Listen. Do you want the money, or not?

Blake: NoOoO. I don't care about your stupid money you magnificent bastard. I care about boning your brother -

Cai: Mm? What was that last part? Muttered suspiciously?

Blake: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Just…what am I supposed to do with a Komodo dragon?

Cai:...............Hm. I have sent you a detailed PowerPoint and Excel Sheet with instructions on her care. Alphabetized and color coded.

Blake: I'm so confused as to why that last part is relevant but Ok...Hey, wait. I can't even open this on my phone this file is so big. There's, like, 200 pictures on here...is that a video? This video is 4 hours and 10 minutes. Why is this video about your pet longer than Zack Snyder's Justice League, Cai???

Cai: Never mind that. Just heed the instructions, Blake, and you will survive.

Blake: Survive? Wait, she's trained not to eat people, right? You said she was trained.

Cai: Oh Blake. Can one ever truly train the inherent insubordination out of a rebellious teen?

Blake: ...............Can't believe I'm going to die from a drooling lizard.

Cai: It is an anticoagulant so you would do well not to be bitten by her.

Blake: Oh my god you are the worst!

Ha ha, this got away from me a bit. Hope I followed the assignment well enough :3

Your line: "I am in love. Actually, truly, in love!"

Tagging for funsies: @kaylinalexanderbooks @paeliae-occasionally @scbwriter @illarian-rambling

[upwards-descent]

Kicking my feet at the idea of Cai assuming he's once again the oldest in the crew, just to find out Astarion is somewhere over 200 and Halsin is 350 and he finally gets to feel like the baby brother he was never allowed to be

[sonhosdeescritor]

      Lucinda gritou lá da rua para que alguém lhe ajudasse com as 5 sacolas, viera da feira da rua de baixo, Luana, Telma, Fátima e Rose de pronto em suas saias curtas e sutiãs em rendas francesas sairam por aquele portão pequeno de ferro, algumas senhoras que vinham do centro comercial ao olharem para elas desabaram em reclamações.    - Ai essas beatas do caralho.    - Fique tranquila, dona Lúcia disse que isso sempre acontece.    - Ainda bem que o touro vem me buscar.    - Vai mesmo com aquele homem para Tupã?    - Fazer o quê, foi o que me quis, ainda tem o Kaique, não posso deixar meu filho nas mãos do juizado.    - Conselho tutelar burra.    - Mesma coisa, te tiram tudo, até teus filhos.    - Só por que somos mulheres livres.    - Sei, puta é livre, quando?    - Eu sou.    O riso toma conta delas ali até entrarem pela cozinha onde a velha Lucinda prepara o almoço, feijão, carne de porco, polenta, arroz, salada de rúcula.   - Nossa, um belo banquete hein.   - Já vi, se não comerem tudo faço lavar aqueles banheiros.   - Calma Lucinda, sua comida é dos deuses.   - Não coloque Deus neste lugar.   - Deus esta em tudo, você mesma que disse.   - Vai, vão cuidar de suas coisas, me deixe terminar aqui.   - Tudo bem vó.  Risos.   Lucinda grita com elas e logo cada uma segue para o quarto no corredor.   Lucia sai de sua suíte aos fundos, cabelos molhados e com lixa na mão, logo vem Bruna de minisaia e blusa rosa.   - Preciso de grana.   - Ainda não troquei o cheque.   - Tanto faz quero 200.   - Para quê Bruna?   - Comprar umas roupas.   - Sei, sei bem que tipo de roupas.   - É meu dinheiro, eu ganhei.   - Certo, só me deixa o Tiago chegar.   - O Titi, o que aquela bicha tem a ver com o meu dinheiro?   - Ele vai vir para trazer as bebidas.   - De novo, ele voltou para quele velho safado.   - Problema dele Bruna, deixa ele em paz.   - Só quero a grana, se ele quiser que engula o Agenor.   - você não aceita né Bruna.   - Aceitar que ele tomou o Agenor de mim?   - NInguém tomou ninguém, o Agenor já estava longe de você, você é que chutou o cara para fora.   - Chutei mesmo, para que vou ficar com um velho lambão, mesquinho, muquirana e nem dava no couro.   - Gozado, para o Tiago ele compra tudo.   - Macumba, só falo isso.   - Será?   - A vai você e ele catar favas.   Lúcia cai na gargalhada enquanto Bruna anda aos xingos para a sala.   Rebeca, a novata surge só de calcinha e camiseta ali a bocejar.   - Que briga é essa?   - Briga, que briga garota, vá se vestir, logo o Titi vai estar aqui com o velho dele.   - Oba, vou andar de caminhão de novo.   - Vai se ficar vestida deste jeito só vai levar é xingo do Titi.  Risos.   Marcela passa por elas em camisete, calça e bota de couro cobra.   - Onde vai mulher?   - Tava mesmo te procurando, Lucia, o Leonel me ligou, vou atender, ele vai te mandar o pix.   - Tomara que logo, preciso completar o da luz, aluguel e as parcelas do terreno.   - Vai dar certo, ja deu.   - Vai logo então.   - Até mais.  A mulher sai dali cantando um sertanejo, Lúcia segue para o escritório onde se tranca e abre o cofre, dentro algumas jóias, pertences das garotas e 3 envelopes com dinheiro.   - Deixa logo eu trocar este cheque, o piranha dificil mais eu gosto da sem vergonha.    Titi chega ali ja buzinando para a alegria das mulheres, logo ele e Agenor descem as caixas de bebidas, sucos e algumas frutas que Agenor cultiva no sítio.   - Nossa, dessa vez trouxe bastante.   - Olha Lucia, meu boy desta vez lacrou.   - Ai Titi, você sempre feliz.   - Lógico, meu marido me faz assim.   Todas riem, Bruna surge ali na janela e ao ver os dois profere alguns xingos e mostra a língua.    - Peraí, vou cortar isso ai sua cobra.    - Vem viado barrela.    Lucia grita e tudo fica ao normal, logo o som é ligado em volume alto, Bruna atiça dançando ali até que Lucia manda desligar.    Tudo pronto, Lucia troca o cheque ao pagar pelas mercadorias, as frutas foram presentes de Titi para elas.    - Obrigada querido.    - Olha sabe que eu te amo, afinal quando fui para a rua você que me aceitou, abriu as portas para mim.    - Só fiz o que meu coração pediu.    - Obrigado coração viu.   Tiago abraça ela ali e lágrimas rolam, Agenor agradece o ganho e eles se despedem mais antes dão a volta até o fim da rua com Rebeca.    - Nossa, essa daí é uma criança toda.  Risos.   O almoço segue como sempre, algumas brigas por causa de roupas, make, homens, programa e grana, Lucia deixa elas ali e segue a comer seu prato como se nada mais estivesse acontecendo.   Terminado o almoço, Rebeca ajuda Lucinda na limpeza das panelas já que é lei ali cada uma lava seu prato, copo e talher.   - O menina você vale ouro viu.   - Que nada Lucinda, eu gosto de ajudar, me faz bem.   - Ja essas outras se eu deixo nem os pratos limpam.   Lucia olha para elas e agradece a mulher pelo almoço seguindo para a suíte mais antes ouve o assovio ali e olha para trás, estya chegando Talles, um rapaz que trabalha para ela a mais de 10 anos.   - Atrasado hein.   - Tenho que contar algo.   - O quê?   - É particular.   - Vem logo.   O homem segue com ela para a suíte, 20 minutos depois, Talles sai dali ja indo para o quartinho e logo sai com rodo, balde, vassoura, panos, produtos de limpeza, ele inicia a limpeza do salão e das varandas ao redor, abastece os frezzer's e já deixa picado os gelos e outros ingridientes das doses famosissimas que ele prepara.    Lucia sai toda arrumada e logo entra no carro que pedira por app, Telma e Rose olham da janela do quarto a dona entrar e sair com o carro.   - Onde será que ela foi?   - O caso aqui é o quê ela foi fazer?   - Como assim?   - Acho que tenho uma idéia vamos logo falar com Talles, ele vai nos contar tudo, eu faço?    - Então vamos né.    - Demorou.    As duas seguem até o salão, Talles esta terminando de secar o quarto banheiro dali.   - Talinho.   - O que foi?   - Por que a dona saiu?   - E eu é que sei.   - Sabe sim, não somos bobas, vimos que ela saiu ás pressa da suíte.   - E o que eu tenho a ver?   - Tudo, afinal você lá dentro com ela, com certeza lhe disse algo.   - Sei de nada.   - Não sabe, tudo bem, vou falar com ela que você fez furos na parede do banheiro do camarim, viu.   - Venham aqui.   - e ai?   - Parece que o Jordão surgiu de novo.   - A não, aquele canalha, de novo não.   - Tive de contar para ela, afinal né........   - O que ele quer desta vez?   - Não sei se devo contar.   - Fale logo de uma vez.   - Ele quer algo de 200 mil.   - Duzentos, ele tá louco isso sim.   - Vocês acham que ela não tem esse valor?   - Claro que tem e sabemos muito bem disso, aquela lá é econômica no máximo, mais daí ela dar essa grana de mão beijada assim, tem caroço forte e podre neste angú.   - Acho que ela vai acabar dando.   - Se isso acontecer, com certeza ele tem algo muito ruim sobre ela.   - Penso o mesmo.   - Vou procurar saber.   - Cuidado Telma, ela não pode nem sonhar que eu contei a vocês, principalmente vocês.   - Fica sussa seu gostosinho, pervertido.   Os dias passam e Lucia decide por levar as garotas para um banho no lago do sítio de Agenor, há uma cachoeira e ela ama isso.   Todas prontas e Talles segue com elas na direção de sua Kombi que comprara há dois meses, Lucia vai na frente com ele ainda pensativa sobre os últimos acontecimentos.    O jovem Michel fica a cuidar da casa e de tudo ali, frita uns bifes, batatas, abre um refri, liga a tv assistindo ao canal de clip's musicais onde canta junto, logo ouve o soar da campainha, ele sai do sofá e vai até o balcão, deixa as guloseimas e pega a chave controle.   - Oi.   - Cadê as vadias?   - Foram tomar banho de lago.   - Quando voltam?   - Só no final do dia, se quiser vão até lá, no sitío do seu Agenor.   - Tá bom.  Os caras se olham e seguem ao portão, mais um deles decide por voltar.   - Quem mais esta com você?   - Estou sozinho.   - Bem, já que as putas foram se lavar, acho que a gente poderia ficar aqui e brincar um pouco com você, o que acha?   - Eu não estou aqui para isso.   - Sei que você gosta, a gente não curte tanto assim mais na seca a gente não quer ficar, entende, bichinha?    - Vão embora.    - E se a gente não for, viadinho?    - vou chamar a lei.    - Cale a boca sua bichinha podre.    Os quatro homens vão até Michel, são chutes e socos e a agressão segue até a violência íntima, eles quebram algumas garrafas e deixam Michel ali no chão.     No sítio todos curtem se banhando, Talles auxilia Agenor no preparo de churrasco enquanto Tiago prepara uma maionese de macaxeira.     Lucia ali a ouvir brega na caixa de som quando do nada algo de ruim lhe apossa o corpo e mente, Lucia se sente mau e decide que tem de ir.     Ela chama um carro por app e deixa aos outros ali, quando chega na casa, encontra Michel ali aos trapos recolhendo os cacos de vidros no salão.    - Nem precisa dizer, eles vieram?    - Em quatro.    - Por favor Michel, me desculpe.    - Sabíamos que isso ia acontecer.    - Vem comigo.    A mulher acolhe aquele jovem nos braços e o leva para a suíte, dentro ela abre uma gaveta e tira umas roupas do seu afair que há 3 anos a deixou na lona total.    Uma hora e meia, as meninas chegam e ali no salão elas veem Lucia e Michel ali limpando o palco.    - O que houve?    Lucia conta a todos o que houve com Michel, Rebeca vai até o rapaz e lhe acaricia a face.    - Eu queria ficar aqui, eu tinha de ter ficado com você.    Lucia olha para eles e vai até a mulher.    - Não Rebeca, você tinha que ter ido sim, eu e o Michel sabíamos que algo deste tipo poderia acontecer.    - Por que Lucia?    - Por que ja houve antes.   Todas alli olhando para Lucia que sentou na cadeira.    - Há 6 anos eu tive de sair, fui para São Paulo e deixei uma garota, Núbia, ela era do Ceará, ficou a cuidar de tudo, Talles foi comigo e no quarto dia que ela estava aqui, chegaram 3 homens, beberam, comeram, usaram os quartos, fizeram programas com as garotas e ao fim houve uma confusão, todas foram surradas e quando a policia chegou, não tinha uma garrafa inteira.

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thank y’all for 200 followers ❥ special shout out to my lovely mutuals who support my work so much!! (especially sere, lyric, cai, morgan, & tori <3) glad i have this little corner on tumblr full of love and likeminded people

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M'using cai with Astarion n' my Tav and my Tav is tiny and gave Astarion his teddy and Astarion is saying how he hasn't had a teddy in over 200 years😭