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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 ೀ

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 - Jason Voorhees! Capitano x Camp counselor! Cyno

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, blood, injuries, murder, Cyno has a vagina, smut!, slight predator & prey, slight hair pulling, slight choking, crying, size kink, fingering (Cyno receiving), mating press, breeding?, slight fluff, anything I miss pls inform me

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎’𝚜 - Sir, & love

𝚆𝙲 - 2.2k

𝚊𝚘𝟹 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔 - (♥)

𝙰/𝙽 - mdni (17+), mentioned other characters (their dead - the kids), character x character, Wanderers name is Hatsumi!, Halloween special!, & Happy Halloween!

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Run or it’ll catch you

It repeats over and over again in Cyno’s head as his body continues to move forward away from the danger of death that looms over him, it’s dark barely even visible to Cyno’s eyes

He huffs and gasps for air as he runs, legs aching as the sounds of the woods echo in his ears, twigs snapping and leaves rustling. It’s getting closer, and soon Cyno will be dead too just like the others. He’ll die a bloody horrible death by this things…? Hands, what will happen to the campers? Did Mika make it back? Have they called the police like he told them to before…

Bam

He hits the ground hard, coughing as the breath is knocked out of him. Cyno struggles to stand, and breathe a struggle to obtain. He tries to stand before wincing out in pain… had he injured himself from the fall? Cyno reaches out for his left boot eyes trying to make something out of the stain on his sock.

Blood

It’s blood

He gasps, what had happened was this the reason he fell?

Snap

He staggers, head turning to the sound, goose bumps covering his dark skin. Where that thing stands, ax in hand covered in blood. He’s…? Tall to say the least, standing taller than Mr. Pierro for sure. They stare at one another a silence hanging over them, that thing moves first heavy boots leaving an imprint on the ground. Cyno tries to stand struggling as the thing gets closer, is he going to die here? Or was this all a bad dream he’d watch up from?

It’s not

He’s pushed back to the ground, a hand wrapped tightly around his neck, this thing’s fingers are surely going to leave bruises on his corpses. The ax it was holding dropped next to Cyno’s head, scaring the counselor even more. He begins to whimper and cry as this thing's fingers wrap more around his neck. Its other hand grabs at his hair pulling it slightly, Cyno cries more unable to feel this thing let go of his neck

Its free hand wraps around the counselor's waist, pulling him up against its chest. Cyno sniffles, confused by this thing's actions towards him wasn’t it going to kill him like the others? The thing groans hand releasing Cyno’s hair, and a small sigh leaves the counselor's lips. What was this thing planning?

It’s quiet as Cyno catches his breath, in its arms. It groans again before moving its other hand to Cyno’s chest, the movement is slow as it stands moving Cyno over its shoulder. Right hand holding onto the counselor's waist while its free hand grabs the ax

Cyno’s breath quickens, as it starts to move deeper into the woods, he starts to lick at his lips, tongue hitting his two lip piercings. The walk is quiet, the two never exchanging words, all that’s heard is that things boots hitting the woods ground. Cyno sighs, questioning just what this thing wants and why it’s here.

His thoughts are interrupted as he is hit in the head with something, he winces looking up slightly… a lamp? The thing groans, setting the ax down before squatting down to the small cabin's floor setting Cyno down. The counselor stares eyes catching onto… a helmet or mask on its head, he winces as the thing grabs at his leg, one of its large hands grabbing at the underside of his knee while the other unties his dirt-covered boot it slides off the boot before tossing it behind its large body

Cyno stares at the things mask, where had he seen it before? It’s way too familiar to be a conscience, he starts to rack his brain for the answer as the thing pulls his sock off revealing a sizable cut on the counselor's ankle, it looks up at the counselor deep in thought. It sighs lowly, setting Cyno’s foot down blood dripping down from the cut

The thing is quiet as it moves away from Cyno, grabbing a first aid kit from a box slightly covered in dyed blood. It moves back grabbing at the counselor's foot again setting it down on its clothed thigh, carefully and gently it starts to wrap up the wound. Causing Cyno to snap back to reality, he stares as the thing gently touches his injured skin

“W-why are you helping me…?” Cyno questions, voice a hazy mess. The thing grumbles finishing up its work before looking up at Cyno slowly, it turns its head to take in the counselor's face. His cheeks had a slight red tint to them… it grumbled hand raising to his cheeks, cupping them gently in its large hand.

The thing's thumb gently creases Cyno’s cheek, trying to comfort and calm his nerves from their little cat-and-mouse game. A shiver runs up Cyno’s spine as he feels the things touches, it’s quite calming but this thing killed his friends. Why should he allow this? It’s not right, not at all…

“N-no…” He mumbles, trying to squirm out of this thing's grasp. It grumbles, other hand grabbing at Cyno’s waist pulling him onto its lap, he squirms more pushing away from the thing more and more. It groans as the counselor tries to move away from it, hands grabbing at his sides to try and keep him still… but it’s futile

Struggling is always futile

The small cabin creaks loudly as this thing slams Cyno into the old wood floor. He yelps breath caught in his throat, coughs leave the counselor as breath slowly enters his lungs again

“P-please… I’ll do anything, just let me go!” Cyno whispers, tears leaving his eyes as they stare up into the black void of this thing’s mask. It groans one of its hands reaches into a pocket, pulling out a long black piece of… Cyno’s choker? “W-wait… how'd you get this??” He questions leaning up on his forearms, eyes staring up at the thing and his choker

It grumbles sitting up slightly, the other hand grabbing the other end of the choker before slowly moving to wrap the black choker around Cyno's neck… it’s an awkward moment between the two, leaving both unable to talk… for the moment

“The mask… it’s Mr. Pierro right?” Cyno mumbles, raising both of his hands to the mask. The thing doesn’t do anything it just sits there, as Cyno’s hands get closer to the mask

Click

The helmet hinges have been unhooked

Panic… the things panics hands grabbing at the mask before it can be removed “H-hey r-relax… I didn’t mean to do that, I was just…” Cyno mumbles hands resting on the things as it holds onto the mask

Cyno’s hands grab at the thing's wrist gently touching them trying to calm down the thing “You're… already it’s just me no one else!” He mumbles, eyes looking into the masks black void

The thing calms, hooking the hinges of the mask back up, hands resting up against its thighs bringing Cyno’s with them, a smile leaves the counselor's lips. Being gentle to it, the thing's larger hand grabs at Cyno’s wrist pulling it closer to it till the thing brings Cyno’s hand down to its pelvis

“O-oh my Lord…” He mumbles, hand shaking as this man holds his hand down against his large and hard bulge, a dark blush creeps up on Cyno’s face realizing what he’s entailing they do

The man groans, pushing Cyno’s hand more onto him, the counselor breathes a small breath as he looks up to the mask “W-why did you kill them… w-why?” Cyno mumbles, voice shaking as he speaks. The man grumbles free hand pointing at Cyno’s chest “M-me w-why… you're Capitano… you're Pierro’s child!” He shouts eyes wide as the man… Capitano shakes his head

They stare at one another again, quite a romantic thing to do. Cyno smiles slightly free hand brushing up against the mask Capitano’s wearing.

“Why did you kill them..? They didn’t do anything wrong, they were dumb stupid teenagers… please answer me��

Cyno mumbles, grabbing at Capitano’s mask slightly. A low breath leaves the man’s lips, he lets go of Cyno’s hand raising it to the counselor's face, caressing it gently. He must not be able to speak! Asking him these questions is worthless he can’t answer them…

Cyno’s eyes trail down to Capitano’s bulge, he shivers thinking of what’s to come “Would you like my assistance with you're problem?” He mumbles, sucking in a low breath

Capitano stops, hand against Cyno’s face moving to his chin, taking a hold of it roughly. Groaning as his free hand grabs at the counselor's waist, fingers digging into Cyno’s skin. Breath hot against Cyno’s neck, he mumbles low as his body is laid back onto the cabin’s floor. Hands wrapping around Capitano’s neck, keeping himself from hitting his head

Capitano’s hands glide down the counselor’s body, hooking onto his shorts pulling them down slowly exposing Cyno’s bare skin. He groans hands grabbing at the underside of his knee pushing them up to his chest, Capitano breathes heavily as Cyno lets out a small whimper.

“P-please be gentle…”

The requ-… the order fills Capitano's ears he groans, one hand grabbing at the underside of Cyno’s knees as the other glides down the back of his thighs causing him to shiver at the touch. Capitano groans again as he slides his thumb against Cyno’s pussy, making him moan at the touch

Capitano slides one of his fingers in, slowly thrusting it in and out. He’s tight, very tight, making it hard for Capitano to even push into him more. Cyno moans lowly, it echoes in the man’s ears… damn was this hard; Capitano grumbles pushing another finger in starting a scissor motion to open Cyno up more. Whimper and cries leave the counselor's pierced lips his back arches as Capitano continues his movements

The movements continue

“P-please… sir, I need you!”

Cyno mumbles, tears streaming down his face. As Capitano pulls yet another orgasm out of his body, fingers dripping with cum. The man groans, finally pulling out a wet loud pop, sounding as he does. Capitano breathes free hand going for his pants zipper

Its sound is overshadowed by Cyno's loud whimpers for more, his hand under the boy's knees tightening as he leans closer chest barely touching up against the counselor's legs pended down against his chest, his hand under Cyno’s knees move to his waist grabbing at it gently but firmly. Capitano groans his cock barely even an inch away from entering Cyno

He grumbles, leaning his chest against Cyno’s legs. The counselor whimpers eyes barely open from the pleasure he feels, Capitano slowly pushes in the tip forcing the folds to stretch out against him. Cyno moans head leaning against Capitano’s shoulder arms still tightly wrapped around his neck

Capitano pushes in more stretching Cyno’s walls more and more till… he’s in, Cyno moans hands grabbing at Capitano’s shoulders tightly “Holy fuck…” he moans, tears streaming and staining his pretty face. Capitano groans, slowly starting to thrust into Cyno more. His hands grab at the counselor's waist, pulling him more and more against his body

Cyno moans more and more as they continue, his legs shake as Capitano’s chest pushes more against them. He gasps for breath as his pussy tightens around Capitano’s cock, he close and so is his body it shakes and shivers more and more as Capitano fucks into him more

“C-close..”

He whimpers, arms losing their grasp on Capitano as he gets closer to the end. The man huffs a few breaths slowing down his pace and drawing out Cyno’s orgasm slowly but surely. The boy shakes, his head leaning back against the cabin’s floor as he cums all over Capitano’s cock, small huffs of breath leaves his body and mind shutting down slowly

Capitano huffs, hands gently grabbing at Cyno’s legs pinned to his chest holding onto them gently as he cums. Covering Cyno’s insides. He’d do it again but now’s not the time, Capitano's hands holding onto Cyno’s sides gently as his fingers slowly caress the boy's skin

It's a quiet moment, as the two breathe slowly and calmly. Cyno takes a few heavy breathes as he slowly closes his eyes lulling himself to sleep from… everything

Capitano wipes a few pieces of hair away from Cyno’s face, tucking them behind his ear… he breathes, slowly removing himself from Cyno, zipping himself up. He grumbles pulling Cyno into his arms, holding onto him gently

“My… love… did… good…”

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Why…?

Why did Capitano kill those other counselors? Cause they didn't protect the children, letting one almost drown, scaring them with you're predictions, not paying any attention to them

He killed them because they harmed the children, not protect

All campers survived the night, out of the nine counselors only three survived. Cyno survived cause Capitano wanted him too, Ororon and Sethos only survived cause they weren’t even on camp when the killing began

Mona was found in one of the storage cabins with a broken snapped neck, Ajax was brutally beaten to death and found under one of the camp boats, Alhaitham’s was drowned in the camps lake and left to sink, Hatsumi (Wanderer) was strangled to death, Kaveh died to blood loses, and Nilou died on impact when she snapped her neck while being chased by the murder

And Mr. Pierro… found passed out drunk in his truck

Nothing made since, were had he gone? Why didn’t he kill Cyno!? Guess no one will even know…

Maybe it was love?

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♡ 𝚈𝚞𝚞𝟹𝟻𝟾𝟻 - 2024

[paperkutzs]

FOWC With Fandango- Capricious

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/05/26/fowc-with-fandango-capricious/ FOWC With Fandango- Capricious By Five Dot Oh Capricious People with bipolar disorder often are plagued with capricious swings. I ❤️ love to hear your thoughts so feel free to leave a comment , opinion, or feedback. AS ALWAYS KEEP ON q & LOVIN’ EVERY MINUTE! NO MATTER WHAT YOUR STYLE!…WHILE YOUqq AT IT ENJOY ANY WRITING ORqq…

[books-and-cookies]

5 SECOND REVIEW:

CIRCE by MADELINE MILLER

You can find the Goodreads summary here.

Goodreads rating: 4.26

THE GOOD:

* raise your hand if you had an “omg i fucking love greek mythology aaaahh” phase when you were a kid * well, Madeline Miller just made me relive mine as a 32 year old woman with questionable coping mechanisms in... life (this is code for “I drink wine a lot”) * the writing is... *sobs incoherently*... exquisite™ * i know this review doesn’t make any sense, but you knew that when you signed up to following my mess of a blog, which means you also knew that when i’m incoherent, it means i really fucking loved the book * because I did, oh my looooorddddd * I want to wrap Circe in a blanket, take her far away and just feed her strawberries and drink wine with her all day and trash talk everything and everyone * hashtag bestie goals * you have a bit of everything: mythology, magic, love, the complex emotions of humans, the capiciousness of gods, all mixed up in a gorgeous story  * one of The Best Endings™ I’ve ever read, it was exactly what I needed and what I hoped for * I genuinely did not expect to love this as much as I did, yet here we are, me rambling and making no sense, but with the general idea of “ahahaha please read this i’m begging you” and you with a confused look of “why won’t this lady go away, why is she blabbering about pls make her stop” * anyway, 15/10 would reread this, because it’s one of those books where you miss so much the first time around and where you discover a million little things upon rereading

THE BAD:

* excuse you, we don’t disrespect this book in this house

YAY or NAY: *refers you to the incoherence in the above paragraphs*

Favourite quotes:

“But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”

“He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.”

“Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep.”

★★★★★

To everyone who got this far, thank you for reading and have a wonderful day! Also, feel free to share your thoughts, comment or tell me anything :)

If you liked this stupid review, consider buying me a coffee because it keeps me warm :)

[ooccoo]

i want to make a game where you play as a hireling employed by an adventuring party to manage their loot with a limited amount of space in the cart. the adventuring party is fickle and capicious, and making decisions such as who gets to ride in the cart and which loot to take home can get you killed if you cross the wrong person. also, as the party grows more powerful, they also grow more morally reprehensible, slaughtering villages full of goblins for no reason other than to pillage their coffers and take their magic items. your job is, on paper, to make sure they make as much money as possible, but it turns out that you have to make decisions about which magic items to let them keep, which to sell, and in doing so you control their power level and try to save innocent lives

[ficsinhistory]

Please answer as one of your favorite OCs, where is your favorite spot/place to be?

Hello! Thank you very much for asking. My favorite place, huh? Capicious question ... Well, in spite of wherever I have my violin, I think a good covered and comfortable place where I can enjoy the light rain is the best. - Rory Rose

[ildemonebianco01]

Come quando ti sentì un po’ vuoto ma non sai cosa ti manca, fino a quando non la rivedi.. e da lì capici tutto. Capisci ogni singola cosa.

-demonebianco

[absolutebritneycom]

Spotlight on Britney Army Fan Louis Capici!

Spotlight on Britney Army Fan Louis Capici!

Its Sunday y’all and you know what the means its time to feature a flawless Britney Army member on our main page! Today we are featuring, Louis Capici, who has been a Britney fan since day one. Check out his interview below:

1) What started you to love Britney Spears? 

I was obsessed right away. I was about 8 years old when Baby one more time came out….And the first time I ever heard the song…

[interstellarfeeling]

↳ Zúrich, Suiza.

↳ 2022.

Graham lucía aburrido mientras almorzaba, removía el revoltillo en su plato de un lado a otro. Por dentro, estaba a un paso de un colapso nervioso. ㅤ ㅤ Debutaría en el equipo principal y no en el de segunda división. La presión exprimía su estómago dejando nulo espacio para comida, ni bilis. La devolvió también, a un lado de la cama, cuando despertó.

La noticia de encabezado de El Profeta junto a su plato terminó de destruir sus nervios. ㅤ ㅤ

Yoshi Wakahisa, antiguo cazador de la selección japonesa y actual director técnico de los Lillerød Lindorms apareció muerto en la habitación de su hotel.

La cual estaba a tres puertas de la de Graham. No podía olvidarlo, había pedido a su acompañante de esa noche que guardara silencio al pasar frente a ella, mientras la dejaba colarse clandestinamente a su habitación. ㅤ ㅤ

«No mujeres la noche previa a un juego. No, Peakes, hombres tampoco.»

Era una de las reglas doradas de su director técnico y él se vio en la obligación de romperla. El sexo era la única forma que Graham conocía para desahogar su estrés sin efectos perjudiciales a corto plazo, como el alcohol. ㅤ ㅤ

Sin efectos tan perjudiciales, se corrigió. 

En Bavaria, antes del partido contra la segunda división de los Grodzisk Goblins, una chica le había arrojado un objeto contundente no identificado cuando Graham se equivocó con su nombre a la mañana siguiente.

Tras siete puntadas, una cicatriz en el nacimiento del cabello y una regla dorada antivisitas femeninas, o masculinas, añadida en su honor, Graham, sus compañeros de equipo y los DT Wakahisa y Wiel, nunca la olvidarían. 

 Movimiento frente a él atrajo su atención. La mente de Graham se proyecto la información que conocía de aquel hombre de nariz aguileña. Conocía a cada uno de los huéspedes en ese hotel pertenecientes a la Asociación Internacional de Quidditch, ¿cómo no conocerlos si siempre quiso formar parte de ese mundo del deporte? ㅤ ㅤ

Ludovico Volpi, italiano, jugador de la selección nacional y del equipo Lazio Lupi hasta su retiro. Actualmente, miembro de la directiva de la asociación.

ㅤ ㅤ —Una tragedia, non c'è vero? —Dedicó una mirada melancólica a la fotografía tomada del cuerpo del director técnico en la primera plana—. Morire per un'overdose. Aspetto che Tronte faccia un mejor avoro. ¿Te molesta si fumo? 

Graham dejó el plato a un lado hablar de Tronte Pfeffer, el nuevo DT, cuando la presencia de Wakahisa seguía en el aire parecía irrespetuoso. ㅤ ㅤ 

Negó con la cabeza. A la molestia y al ofrecimiento de Volpi de tomar un cigarrillo para él.

 ㅤ ㅤ —Nunca lo imaginé como un adicto. ㅤ ㅤ

Su comentario creó una sonrisa entre los vahos de humo gris del italiano. Estos se perdían en el viento del comedor abierto.

 ㅤ ㅤ —Las fachadas sono veramente meravigliose en este mundo que vivimos. Nunca sabes lo que ocultan. ㅤ ㅤ 

Un escalofrío bajó por la columna vertebral de Graham. Sentía que el filosófico momentáneo no era amplio, se limitaba a ese lugar en concreto. 

 ㅤ ㅤ —Ho qualque cosa para usted, señor Prewett. —Volpi sacó un sobre amarillo y lo dejó frente a él en la mesa—. Revíselo con calma y piense al respecto, capici?

El sobre permaneció a un lado de su mano, fulminándolo. Una serpiente rizándose para saltarle a la cara.

 ㅤ ㅤ —Y envíe mis saludos a Tronte. ㅤ ㅤ

«Ganan ellos, ganamos nosotros.»

Las cuatro palabras en el trozo de pergamino ardieron y formaron un montículo de cenizas tras Graham leerlas, hace dos semanas, pero seguían grabadas en su retina. ㅤ ㅤ

Parecía un acertijo para él. El cheque, escrito por el puño y letra de Ludovico Volpi, para reclamar en Gringotts más oro del que había ganado en los dos años que llevaba jugando, solo como incentivo era la respuesta.

Frotó su rostro con ambas manos, ocultó el cheque bajo la almohada y salió de la habitación. En el pasillo se encontró a la chica que salía de la puerta frente a la suya.

Akane Wakahisa. El entrenador tenía una fotografía de ella, rodeados de flores de cerezo, durante su graduación de Mahoutokoro. Ella se apartó el flequillo lustroso del rostro y cerró la distancia hacia Graham con pasos tambaleantes. Su aliento olía a whiskey y ella a lirios.

 ㅤ ㅤ —Ninguno siente lo de mi padre —balbuceó, dejando que el chico la ayudara a sentarse en la cama—. Creen que fue un cobarde y un estúpido.

 Graham sabía que no lo era. Pero Akane estaba muy ebria como para mantener una charla con ella y, de un momento a otro, sobre su regazo.

 ㅤ ㅤ —Estás borracha —señaló Graham, colocando las manos en su cintura para apartarla de encima.

 ㅤ ㅤ —Necesito aclararme la cabeza y tú también. ㅤ ㅤ 

Aceptar o rechazar la oferta de Volpi, era el dilema que daba vueltas en su mente mientras aceptaba la de Akane, que se arrodilló frente a él, y llegó a sus oídos el sonido de su bragueta abierta. ㅤ ㅤ

¿Qué clase de persona sería si aceptaba dejar el equipo contrario le marcara algunos tantos?

ㅤ ㅤ Tensó los dedos en los mechones negros de la mujer y le marcó el ritmo sosteniéndole la nuca, arriba y abajo. ㅤ ㅤ 

Era un novato, inexperto y nervioso, nadie tomaría por extraño cazadores más experimentados cobraran ventaja en aquella situación. ㅤ ㅤ 

Estaba rompiendo por segunda vez una regla que el entrenador impuso por él. Y con su hija. Aquello ya era suficiente traición en memoria del hombre que había confiado en él y su talento al ascenderlo. O terminaba de entender por qué la sobredosis del entrenador. Tenía buenos planes para el equipo, había resuelto los papeles de su divorcio, las custodias de sus hijos menores, ganar ese juego los colocaría en camino a los cuartos de final... ㅤ ㅤ 

Para cuando terminó, sabía qué clase de persona era. ㅤ ㅤ 

La oficina de Wakahisa estaba remodelada. No quedaba ni una sola huella dactilar que recordara su existencia. Fue borrado por completo y reemplazado por la helada eficiencia alemana de Pfeffer. El sobre amarillo resaltaba vulgarmente sobre el metal del escritorio.

 ㅤ ㅤ —¿Dices que Ludovico Volpi trató de sobornarte para que los Heidelberg Harriers ganaran? ㅤ ㅤ 

Graham asintió, solemne. El partido fue postergado por el luto y el funeral, pero no podía ser postergado más. El mundo debía seguir su marcha a pesar de la pérdida. ㅤ ㅤ 

Tronte Pfeffer negó con la cabeza y se amasó las sienes.

Alemán, bateador, nuevo DT de los Lindorms, hermano menor de Throsten Pfeffer, afamado buscador.

ㅤ ㅤ —¿Sabes algo más los sobornos y el amaño de partidos?

 ㅤ ㅤ —No, señor —respondió Graham, rascando su nuca sin saber si debía compartir más de sus dudas. ㅤ ㅤ 

Pffeffer tenía una quijada cuadrada y rostro pétreo, imposible saber qué pensaba aunque su aura irradiaba rectitud. Justo por eso Graham había acudido a él.

 ㅤ ㅤ —Wakahisa no tuvo una sobredosis. ㅤ ㅤ 

Decirlo en voz alta le dio realismo y coherencia. Su entrenador no era de los que se entregaban a las distracciones momentáneas. Les había enseñado a sus jugadores a enfrentar los problemas, a no vivir ignorando la vida. ㅤ ㅤ 

Pfeffer dijo que se encargaría de ello y Graham le creyó. ㅤ ㅤ 

Ya no gritaba, su garganta estaba a carne viva, y había perdido la sensibilidad en los dedos. Si se le podía llamar dedos a la masa sanguinolenta e hinchada al final de su antebrazo. Lo sostuvo contra su pecho, manchando la camiseta de los Lindorms con la sangre.

 ㅤ ㅤ —Una tragedia, non c'è vero? ㅤ ㅤ 

Ludovico Volpi le haló los mechones de cabello pelirrojo para alzarle el rostro. Una cordillera de cardinales le recorrían el pómulo y las sienes a Graham. Tenía el labio roto y el tabique de la nariz fracturado. Tanta sangre llovía sobre su regazo que ya no sabía de dónde provenía. 

 ㅤ ㅤ —Sempre es doloroso ver tanto potencial desperdiciado, ¿no crees, Tron? ㅤ ㅤ 

El alemán dio una cabezada de aprobación, golpeando el bate contra su palma abierta. ㅤ ㅤ 

Si hubiera quedado en Graham el más mínimo gramo de voluntad entero, lo habría tacleado al suelo y dejado magullado como él mismo estaba.

ㅤ ㅤ —Su boca enorme fue su perdición. ㅤ ㅤ 

Tronte asestó otro golpe a la mejilla del pelirrojo, una nube de sangre y saliva saltó del impacto. Volpi miró con repugnancia el coágulo, sin dejar de fumar su cigarrillo.

 ㅤ ㅤ —Debiste aceptar el dinero, bambino. Guarda para lo que sirve ser honrado. ㅤ ㅤ 

Cuando se aburrió de batearlo; Graham, destruido por dentro y por fuera, había aprendido su lección: las fachadas no son reflejo del interior y nunca debía confiar en ellas.

En el Profeta apareció la noticia del terrible accidente automovilístico que sufrió Graham Prewett: numerosas fracturas y magulladuras a lo largo de su cuerpo. Era un milagro siguiera con vida, pero no lo suficiente para que volviera a jugar. Los huesos de sus manos estaban irremediablemente dañados y las cicatrices en ellas eran un recordatorio perpetuo.

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[yuu3585]

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𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 - 🔞

𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 - 🥀

𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 - 🪽

𝙽𝚎𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚢/𝙽𝚎𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚢𝚗𝚘 - 🌊⚖️

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◤──•~❉᯽❉~•──◥

Neuvicy/Neuvicyno

𝙷𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚘 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗, 𝙷𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚘 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎… 🌊⚖️ ~ 🔞+🪽+🥀 Ao3 link

Wriocy/Wriocyno

𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 ୨��� 🐺⚖️ ~ 🔞 link - ao3

𝙳𝚊𝚍��𝚢’𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝜗𝜚 🐺⚖️ ~ 🔞+🪽 link - ao3

Capicy/Capicyno

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 ೀ ⚔️⚖️ ~ 🔞+🪽 link - ao3 - preview

◤──•~❉᯽❉~•──◥

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍/𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍

𝚃𝙵: 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐

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𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜

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[autolesionistacazzosorridi]

E quando tutto si fa buoi capici che non troverai mai più la strada per la luce

[fatalquiete]

Non sei stata molto bene dietro alla questione, ma poi, all’improvviso, capici come mai tutte le tue amiche sono favorevoli alla ius soli

[enelquetzal]

#MIERCOLES Anticipando los temas del nuevo disco con un repertorio completamente renovado y algunos clásicos también, Esquina Constitución le pone sabor al barrio de Palermo, y con invitades de lujo como siempre: Ivan Katzman en flauta, Pato Resico Tom Viano y Sonia Savinell en voces⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣MIÉRCOLES 25 DE SEPTIEMBRE 21HS EN GUATEMALA 4516⁣ ⁣ENTRADA A LA GORRA!⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣Nutriéndose del Candombe como sostén y motor para su música, el septeto Esquina Constitución se pasea por composiciones propias y ajenas aprovechando las influencias del funk, de la música cubana, brasilera y argentina de sus integrantes. Chico, piano y repique, versiones originales de temas ya conocidos y la necesidad de crear una nueva música respetando siempre la historia del folklore afro-urugayo. Además el conjunto funciona como un colectivo de artistas contando con la participación de diversos invitados generando así un intercambio musical que enriquece la propuesta y permite generar redes entre músicos de distintos géneros y ambientes.⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣Lucas Wilders: Batería⁣ ⁣SeBass Garay: Bajo⁣ ⁣Martin Chino Capici: Guitarra Eléctrica⁣ ⁣Alejandro Grinschpun: Teclados⁣ ⁣Martín Alvarez Pizzo: Tambor chico⁣ ⁣Danielo Garcia: Tambor piano⁣ ⁣Santiago Benítez: Tambor repique — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2mahH4K

[roby-mazza-2270]

Imparare dai gatti, essere sociali con diffidenza, liberi pensatori nel loro agire, capici di confrontarsi con le diversità senza mai abbandonarsi alle rassicuranti vertigini delle etichette. (presso San Marino - Belvedere) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1YPa7FlVCS/?igshid=1vdbwioivnlel

[crazybadbarbie]

Pain

Tutti pensano che il vero dolore risieda nel momento in cui ci si lascia andare al pianto. Che siano singhiozzi di disperazione o lacrime mute poco importa. Sono tutti convinti che sia quella l'espressione della massima sofferenza. Non sanno che il fondo lo tocchi nell'istante in cui lo rifiuti, il pianto, quando distendi il viso in un respiro profondo, quando ti rassegni, quando senti gli occhi svuotarsi, capici solo di fissare un punto indefinito, nell'attimo in cui ti ripeti che non hai paura, che stai bene. E che non fa niente. E che sei forte. E che non fa niente....

[volevoimparareavolare]

23:54 ~parte 1~ Mi mancano le nostre chiacchierate , nei corridoi, senza farci beccare da qualche prof, Mi mancano le nostre battutine , perverse a volte , Mi mancano i tuoi sorrisi , quelli che facevi solo a me , mi trasmettevano così tanta sicurezza che solo a guardarli mi sentivo più forte, Mi mancano i tuoi abbracci, all'improvviso, quelli in cui mi stringevi forte e mi sussurravi ti voglio bene, (J)

Parte 2~ Mi mancano le tue mani sulle mie, Mi mancano i nostri momenti , le nostre cavolate , le nostre stupide chat , Mi manca averti accanto, Mi manca sentirti mio , mio e di nessun'altra , mio soltanto, Mi mancano i nostri pomeriggi, le nostre battaglie con le penne, Mi mancano i nostri sguardi , quelli che capivamo solo io e te, Mi mancano i tuoi attimi di dolcezza , quando mi guardavo negli occhi e mi dicevo che sarei stata per sempre io , l'unica a capirti, (J)Parte 3~ Mi manca il buongiorno e la buonanotte , Mi manca litigare con te per ogni minima cosa, Mi manca essere gelosa di te , Mi mancano i tuoi occhi , color ghiaccio , gli unici capici a capirmi fino in fondo ,Mi manca quel “noi” speciale perché un'amicizia più intensa della mia e della tua non la vivrò più, Mi manchi migliore amico , Manchi in ogni singolo attimo della mia giornata , torna da me. Ti prego (J)Oddio, se solo il tuo amico si accorgesse che ha perso la parte migliore di se; te... probabilmente tornerebbe indietro... spero lo capisca presto😔

[ilivesoiam]

Avere opportunità. Avere occasioni. Avere possibilità di redenzione. Ed essere solo capici di ottenere ciò che nella nostra vita si cerca di evitare, la solitudine nel caos. Sembra quasi un ossimoro stupido, che per chi non mi conosce pensa io voglia solo esagerare e usare paroloni, ma è l'unico modo che riesco ad usare per concepire un mondo utopico come il nostro; pensare che è grande, ma noi siamo poi così piccoli, ci sentiamo soli, in mezzo a persone che reputiamo semplici conoscenti, amici o magari persino con la nostra famiglia. Una cosa che ho capito in questi ultimi mesi è che le persone ti fanno soffrire, le persone non pensano, agiscono per debolezza. Sentimenti traditi e schiacciati. A volte si è abbagliati da tutto questo, l'oro luccica ma il bagliore ti accieca: lei fece quell' effetto, e ho perso. A chi è arrivato fino a questo punto voglio solo dire di cogliere l'attimo e vivere ogni giorno senza ripensamenti, perché gli anni passano, e passano anche quelle famose "opportunità". Pensare a se stessi, crescere con noi stessi, menta dinamica e cuore statico. Parole buttate lì voi direte. Conoscere se stessi è il primo passo. Come disse un certo "Oscar", la vita è breve per sprecarla a realizzare i sogni degli altri, fatelo anche voi.

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