#continental movers

[elbiotipo]

para responder tu pregunta de como funcionaban los magos en harry potter durante las guerras de independencia en latam, si mal no recuerdo (la ultima vez que interactue con hp fue hace 10 años, asi que puede que este mezclando cosas) rowling misma dijo que los magos en hogwarts no estaban ni ahi con el holocausto porque eran "problemas de no magos", asi que si ese es el nivel de separatismo de sus personajes, me imagino que no existio ningun simon bolivar magico

Si, me imaginé algo así, porque ella insistiría en esa separación entre el mundo mágico y el mundo mundano que yo creo que es básicamente imposible porque alguien fundó esa escuela, alguien le puso ese nombre (horrible), alguien decide que se enseña y alguien va a esa escuela

Uno puede entender "bueno Hogwarts es una escuela en Inglaterra bla bla bla" porque los ingleses tienen ejemplos de esos tienen escuelas y universidades que llevan siglos. Uno más o menos puede imaginar Hogwarts desde el año 1000 DC porque más o menos es la edad de por ejemplo, Oxford. No voy a decir que Inglaterra nunca tuvo grandes cambios, pero podemos asumir cierta continuidad, y podemos asumir que un país relativamente pequeño como Inglaterra tiene una escuela "central".

Con América no. Las culturas americanas fueron totalmente destruidas o transformadas durante la colonización europea. América tuvo eventos sísmicos con la formación de nuevas naciones e identidades, y es un continente inmenso y diverso. Entonces cuando hablamos de una escuela de magia, y yo interpreto magia no como una mover una varita* sino como algo muy aferrado a tradiciones culturales, la magia en América debió haber tenido dicha evolución, no? Entonces te entra la duda, de dónde salió algo como Castelobruxo y por qué es la "única" escuela de magia de Latinoamérica.

Igual todos sabemos que Rowling seguro puso en el traductor de Google "magic castle in Brazilian", dibujo unas ruinas medio mayas y volvió a tuitear cosas transfobicas

*el problema es que realmente la magia en Harry Potter ES básicamente mover una varita, por eso nunca me interesó demasiado

[senig-fandom]

¡¡Pregunta!!

¿Hay algo que caracterice a los continentes como algo único de ellos? ¿Qué aunque se replique igual no es lo mismo, ya sea un poder o algo así?

Saludos desde Chile :)

Mmm... viendo mi Word escribí algo a parte como un recordatorio, así que a ver lo pongo aquí exactamente:

Continentes, Habilidad Especial: (El control mental no cuenta, ya que todos lo pueden usar) Europa- El único que puede ver el futuro o predecir el futuro, puede cambiar lo que vio antes pero luego ve los cambios de esas acciones. Pero tiene un limite de años, que aun no se sabe exactamente cuanto puede llegar a ver el europeo. (Dato Extra: Hay países que pueden ver un futuro, Filipinas, Grecia y Italia, pero se trata más de una visión de algo que puede pasar que un acontecimiento que pasara y cambia, así que aun así Europa es el único que puede ver un futuro exacto y ver los posibles cambios) (Antes de morir, vio lo que paso con su hermano América, sabiendo por fin donde estaba, que paso con el y llorando porque solamente lo encontró en una visión futura donde lo ve morir, irónicamente cuando ve morir a América el tambien muere.) África- El único que puede cancelar los poderes de un país, no continente solo país. Lo usa mucho con los suyos y ha llegado a usarlo con Sur. (Dato extra: África cuando alguien entra en su tierra, se quedan sin sus poder si él lo decide, pero cuando el sale de sus tierras tiene que tocar a ese país para quitárselo) (Sur a maldecido a África varias veces por quitarle su poder en medio del camino, y Guyana Francesa al no tener su poder teme que en algún punto África controle a Sudáfrica para hacerle daño, por eso es que ella nunca se queda mucho tiempo haya aunque Sudáfrica si es bueno con ella)

Asia- El único que puede hacer que el cuerpo se debilite en un radio de 20 metros a todo su alrededor. (Síntomas: Hace que se dificulte respirar, temblor en las piernas, incapacidad para mover las manos, mareos e incluso dolor de cabeza) (Dato extra: A diferencia de África, no es necesario mantener contacto con él, pero al igual que África su poder no funciona con los continentes pero si en países.) (Enfermería tras encontrar el alma del continente estudio sus efectos en aquellos que lo tocaron, y parece que es un tipo de enfermedad que va por el aire, pero aun sigue con la investigación) (Se desconoce si algún pais tiene algo parecido a su habilidad, algunos piensan que podría ser Ucrania o Chad) Oceanía- La única que puede nadar hasta lo más profundo del mar, y la que tiene de mascotas a muchas bestias de las profundidades. (Dato Extra: Al igual que Europa hay países que tienen algo parecido a ella como Argentina, Uruguay y Paraguay que pueden usar sus poderes de agua para ir al fondo del mar, pero estos no pueden ir tan profundo, también Países Bajos, Islas Marshall y Estados Federados de Micronesia, tienen una resistencia al ir bajo el mar) (También Oceanía tiene una habilidad para hablar con animales, pero eso ya lo tienen Australia y Brasil) América- El único que puede crear materiales naturales, desde lava, gemas, tierra, e incluso agua, incluso materiales que son casi imposible de crear por el humano. (Dato extra: Países como Chile, Venezuela y Cuba, pueden tener un control de ciertos metales y partes de la tierra, pero cuando intentan crear un material nuevo siempre dependen de otros para crearlos,[Chile al mejorar encontró el uso del calor y agua de su cuerpo para crear obsidiana, Centro explica que los países de Sudamérica solo mantienen la idea base de sus poderes, pero que realmente son tan holgazanes que no buscan mejorarlos] otros países que manejan ese tipo de poderes son República democrática del Congo, Irán y Polonia.) (Los poderes de América se ve reflejado en todos los americanos, a excepción de los hermanos Mexicanos, mas con México Centro y su extraño esclerosis amarilla que es muy característico de África, pero sorprendentemente, USA, Canadá y Groenlandia, si mantienen un poder con América, por las antiguas civilizaciones que vivían en esos países) (Centro, cree que si los países en América dejaran de holgazanear y empezaran a ver mas sus poderes, descubrirían algo mucho mejor [Centro descubrió que Norte casi pudo curar las marcas de Guerra, algo que parecía inútil, pero si Norte lo descubre, ella podría aprender a curarlo] por eso Centro es muy agresivo cuando ve que los entrenamientos no llevan a nada y los países siguen haciendo las mismas jugadas. Centro sabe que todos aquí ya podrían hacerle mierda si solo mejoraran por la combinación de continentes que tienen) (Belice, actualmente esta usando una varita, Guatemala dejo que España entrenara a su hijo, y sorprendentemente Belice mejoro mucho mas, Belice tiene conexión con las habilidades de Europa que trata mas o menos de que deben canalizar su poder en algo [Recordatorio para mi: Seguir escribiendo ´´Belice el heredero olvidado´´] Dato importante: los poderes de los países son variantes porque antes de separarse los hermanos, los países pudieron haber heredado algo de cada continente aun si ellos no pertenecen a ese continente.

Creo que eso es lo que tengo, es algo que escribí en un word y lo tengo para recordar datos o ideas que podría ayudar en algo, ya luego son cambiados, por lo cual este podría ser uno , pero por el momento no.

Aun así descubrir quienes pueden tener una combinación de otro lugar es interesante 7w7

[aerandirrol]

La calma en las húmedas calles de Sacrestic Ville estaba a punto de acabar, las guardias de los humanos provenientes Verisar cada vez eran más cortas y las guarniciones militares más vacías, así como los platos de comida. A penas llegan recursos y refuerzos desde el otro lado del continente. "La calma que precede a la tempestad, algo se cuece en el Oeste" dicen las malas lenguas. En las sombras, los vampiros empiezan a mover sus hilos para recuperar su capital en los reinos del Oeste y expulsar de una vez por todas a los humanos de su territorio. Intrigas políticas, alianzas poco ortodoxas y otras aventuras están por venir ¿De qué lado estarás?

https://aerandir.foroes.org/

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #312: "HAS THE WHOLE WORLD GONE MAD?!?"

December, 1989

Avengers Park trashed by Freedom Force!

Holy crap, Hank is so mad about property damage, he's about to bust a cap in Avalanche's torso!

Hank no! Aim for Pyro instead!

I really do guess that Avengers just can't have nice things. First, their island sinks. Now these dorks are smashing up the park where Avengers Mansion used to be.

Last times in Avengers: A lot. So much.

Scarlet Witch has been through a wringer since John Byrne took over. Such a bad couple weeks that she went into a catatonic state. Hank Pym roused her out of it but now she's had a severe break from reality and is seeing Vision as all colorful, not as the whitest guy.

Also, Acts of Vengeance is happening. Various top villains and also the Wizard have teamed up to launch an all-out assault on the heroes of Marvel, facing them with villains they've never fought before.

A bunch of robots sank Avengers Island, weep sob. And the U-Foes were tricked into attacking the West Coast Avengers and burned down their mansion.

Just can't have nice things.

After that attack, Hank Pym split the West Coast Avengers into two teams. One team to continue chasing down the U-Foes. And himself, Wasp, Vision, and Scarlet Witch to head to New York to find out why Avengers Island wasn't responding to communications (because it sank).

And now: Wasp asking the real question.

Wasp: "HAS THE WHOLE WORLD GONE MAD?!?" Dr Pym: "Not the whole world, Wasp. Luckily, so far the... insanity seems to be confining itself to the continental United States."

Hey.

Hey, Hank.

Does it make you feel good to be so pedantic to a rhetorical question?

Falcon asks Dr Pym what's behind all this villainous activity and Hank just shrugs.

Dr Pym: "I wish I could say, Falcon. But I'm no psychiatrist. I've never begun to understand the criminal mind." Wasp: "Holy, cliche!"

You know... Byrne shoved Wasp back onto the West Coast Avengers and shoved her back into a relationship with Hank without really establishing why she would do that.

But it's becoming clear that she's also been shoved back into a subordinate sidekick role to Hank. The Robinism just then really made it clear to me.

Wasp proved herself a good leader in her own right but now that Hank is the leader that US Agent is never around to be, Wasp just exists to flit around and be his sounding board or tell him how smart he is.

I don't love that.

Anyway, Wasp jokes that maybe there's some bad vibes machine that's make the villains act up. Vision takes her seriously and explains that is impossible because they would detect bad vibes with their sophisticated sensors in Avengers Headquarters East!

... Which is...?

Apparently, with Avengers Island destroyed, the Avengers are operating out of what was a sub-basement when Avengers Mansion was still standing.

What is it with superhero teams operating out of sub-basements when their headquarters blows up? The X-Men and X-Force do that too.

Heck, when did the Avengers have time to set this all up? They moved everything to the island. THEY MOVED THE ENTIRE MANSION.

Whatever.

Scarlet Witch is in an optimistic mood, saying that the Avengers will triumph over this latest adversity. But she's staring and smiling at Vision in a way that makes Hank suspect that messing with her mind to snap her out of her catatonic state has not actually fixed her emotional problems. And that she's maybe not perceiving the same reality everyone else is.

She's not. She's imagining Vision as back to his old green and gold self.

Over at the Acts of Vengeance headquarters, the secret meeting location for the "Prime Movers" which, sorry, is a dumb name to call the masterminds of this dumb plan.

Lost track of that sentence. Anyway. Over at that place, the guy who is totally Loki spies on the Avengers and gloats that his plan will see that they are finally obliterated.

Then he goes to meet the other Prime Movers: Wizard, Kingpin, the Mandarin, VICTOR VON DOOM, Magneto, and Red Skull.

Magneto is very upset that his designated brooding location is right next to Red Skull. As he he should be. Upset. The man is a Nazi. And he's smoking indoors. Kill him.

Actually, it's funny.

As soon as Red Skull opens his mouth to complain that he's had to wait for Definitely-Loki to show up, Wizard basically tells him 'shut up, Nazi.'

Has the same energy as the Joker getting pissed that Red Skull is a Nazi that one time they teamed up.

Definitely Loki soothes the mastermind club by telling them that they're too cool to bicker with each other. He tries to brief everyone on the progress of the plan but Red Skull interrupts because he's very upset that Wizard was mean to him.

If there's any good that came out of this event, it's everyone in this room telling Red Skull to his face that they hate him.

Also, Magneto locking Red Skull in a bunker later with only water.

That's pretty great too.

Red Skull pulls a gun on Magneto. A metal gun full of metal bullets.

If Definitely Loki hadn't interrupted, Red Skull would have died.

Dammit, Definitely Loki!

He tells the group again that they're too cool to squabble and that they'll get the world to divide up once the heroes are gone so can he please get through his briefing??

Definitely Loki: "All goes perfectly. Each part is played exactly as is wished. Across the land called America, super-powered beings battle who have never had reason before to do so. In the general confusion, all are weakened. Primed for the final stroke."

Doom tells Definitely Loki to go continue preparing for the final stroke. And as Definitely Loki leaves, he sasses the people he's gathered for this, saying they're children trapped in pettiness, with little idea that they're playing "the game of the gods."

So, it's definitely Loki.

Do you know what's funny? The Old Man Logan alt universe is predicated on something nearly exactly like Acts of Vengeance. A bunch of villains got together and attacked the heroes all at once. Villains fought heroes they didn't usually fight, like Mysterio going after the X-Men.

Except Old Man Logan requires you to pretend the villains could keep from bickering and in-fighting before the heroes were all dead.

Which as we see here is impossible.

Anyway.

Freedom Force. They're on the cover and now they're in Central Park.

Freedom Force. They WERE Mystique's Brotherhood of Evil Mutants but they got a job offer to be the government's mutant team. And they acted basically as you'd expect a supervillain group to act after being given official power. They're jerks.

But Mystique isn't here. Grieving Destiny, I assume. And Avalanche says they're independent. Team has been disbanded.

Dunno what they're doing here.

They land a helicopter, disrupt traffic, shove some pedestrians, and head towards Avengers Park where there's some nice statues.

Aw, even Hulk got a statue and he was on the team less than a week.

The Avengers are watching this on their security monitors and they don't quite know how to react.

The Avengers have tangled with Freedom Force before.

(Dammit, Acts of Vengeance, you had one job!)

They know them as a jerky government team. So rushing out throwing punches unprovoked could be trouble.

There's a lot of anti-hero sentiment lately so maybe the government sent Freedom Force as an official visit.

Vision agrees. He thinks math proves that Freedom Force wouldn't just be unsanctioned!

So he decides to intangible up to the surface and ask them what up.

It goes about this well.

Vision doesn't quite get Blob's vernacular when the guy demands Vision round up the Avengers for him to beat up and he doesn't like repeating himself so he punches Vision through the Captain America statue.

The Avengers were watching on the security feed so all rush out to go back up Vision.

On the way, they give Falcon a quick and dirty on Freedom Force since he doesn't really know them.

Blob is a big dude with the mutant power to manipulate his mass. He can use it to become practically unmovable.

Sure, Vision has density alteration powers but Blob is just better, shut up.

And it must be a short elevator ride because Blob is the only one that gets an explanation before the Avengers hit the surface.

Very weird writing choice to have someone ask for a rundown on the enemies and only get an explanation for one.

Freedom Force spots the Avengers as they're jumping out of the secret elevator and Avalanche and Pyro start blasting them while they're still bunched up.

Wasp zaps Pyro and gets all the aggro on her while Falcon swoops in from behind and punches the guy.

Avalanche backs up his guy by using his shock waves power on Falcon's wings, sending him crashing into another of the statues.

For some reason, Avalanche's powers very explicitly do not work on biological material. I'm not sure how exactly that works if he's sending out shockwaves.

Dr Pym unshrinks a gas pellet gun and gases Avalanche. Then Scarlet Witch scarlet witches the ground, collapsing it under Avalanche.

Meanwhile, Vision tries to fist Blob. But because of their similar powers, Vision gets stuck. So Blob swings him around by his trapped arm, breaking yet another statue.

I guess we're supposed to see this fight as going significantly worse than it is. Because Scarlet Witch starts bemoaning that the Avengers should be able to handle Freedom Force, but the trio is turning all their moves back on them!

Sure, I guess. That's the give and take of a fight.Just get someone else to fight Blob, geez.

Okay, sure, Avalanche recovered from being cratered into the ground to break yet another statue and topple it on Wanda. But Falcon swoops in and whisks her away from danger.

And without Falcon punching him, Pyro is making a lot of fire everywhere but Wasp has that covered.

The first time she zapped him, she got him in the face, to draw aggro.

This time, she severs the fuel line on his flamethrower.

Because Pyro can manipulate fire but he can't create it by himself.

With half of his firepower cut off, Dr Pym can get close and blast Pyro with a fire extinguisher, clogging up the other flamethrower.

Meanwhile, Professor Harker.

Remember that one old guy that we keep cutting to in Avengers? Blew up his own house inventing something? And made a deal with Polydyne to fund his research?

I've been wondering what the heck is the point of him and we're getting to the point now.

The professor returns to his apartment (presumably where he had to move after he blew up his house) after a shopping trip. He sees some kids playing pretend on the street with cardboard swords and what seems to be an actual, real gun?? and muses to himself that once he perfects his "compressor unit" nobody will know squalor again.

He seems a cool guy.

Shame that he comes home to Nebula sitting in his chair because she's interested in his compressor invention.

Nothing good can come of Nebula sitting in your chair.

Back at the plot, Wasp has Pyro running scared as she zaps him in the butt and noggin so Dr Pym turns his attention to Vision and the Blob.

He has Vision break away so he can tag in.

And when Dr Pym has a way of making big problems into small concerns.

Pym Particles is the way.

He claps Blob right on the chest and the mutant shrinks to the size of a GI Joe.

It would have worked great if Pym hadn't forgotten some science.

Blob can alter his density. And Pym reduced his size. So now Blob is highly dense and super small so he just plummets down into the ground.

Maybe even to the center of the Earth.

Vision says that Blob is virtually indestructible so he'll be fiiiiiiine. Now let's go save Falcon and Scarlet Witch from Avalanche.

Avalanche's running fight with Falcon and Scarlet Witch has taken them outside the park and now police are getting involved. Avalanche tells them to back off if they know what's good for them.

Vision floats in and tells Avalanche he won't be harmed if he leaves Wanda and Falcon alone.

Avalanche wonders what happens if he uses his powers on Vision. His powers that don't work on biological material.

Turns out they work really well on Vision.

Geez, Vision is really being put through the wringer in Byrne's run. Disassembled. Head twisted backwards by a demon. Having his insides pulverized by shockwaves.

Although from the sound effect, he seems to have crunched like an empty soda can.

Avalanche tries to grab Scarlet Witch but she yanks her arm back. She says he may be a fellow mutant but her place is by her husband.

Which, of course, the crowd interprets as "She sounded like she'd rather be fightin' on the side of them muties!"

Never change, Marvel public. Wait, do change. You're all terrible.

Scarlet Witch is big mad at Avalanche now and unleashes her FULL POWER. Which dislodges a manhole cover in a blast of steam.

Some offense, Wanda. It was more impressive when you leveled that building. Are you sure this is the extent of your power?

The comic cuts to the Prime Movers of Acts of Vengeance who comment that Freedom Force attacking the Avengers? They have nothing to do with! This Acts of Vengeance tie-in has nothing to do with Acts of Vengeance!

In fact, the Prime Movers are pissed at Freedom Force for attacking the Avengers because they suck so hard at it and it might give the Avengers a morale boost when they win.

Definitely Loki promises to do something about it but plans to twiddle his thumbs in hopes that Freedom Force will inflict some damage.

I cannot believe. That in the two Avengers Acts of Vengeance tie-ins so far. One didn't even have the Avengers. And the other wasn't even part of the event.

For shame.

(Also, Definitely Loki drops another hint that he's definitely Loki by musing that he especially hopes death happens to Hank Pym and Janet van Dyne who were "present at the genesis of my shame."

Anyway. Down a Blob, Freedom Force is getting their asses kicked.

Pyro shifts gears and orders the police to arrest the Avengers.

The police HAVE heard that Freedom Force are government agents... but then Captain America drops in on a trapeze and drops the exposition that Freedom Force isn't working for the government anymore.

This news immediately causes a riot in the spectators.

One guy: "Did you hear that?? Those creeps were trying to make us think this attack on the Avengers was a government operation -- but it isn't!" Other guy: "Yeah? Well, maybe it should be! Them super-freaks have bin nothin' but trouble since they came ta this town!" Someone: "Hey, you can't say that about Captain America!" Person D: "Oh, yeah? Who's gonna stop me?" Another person: "Those superguys are dangerous!" Someone else: "They're heroes! We need 'em!" Individual 7: "Like we need a toxic waste dump in Central Park!"

This is all very stupid.

Maybe there's been a big anti-superhero public opinion movement happening in other books or other parts of Acts of Vengeance. It's been alluded to. But it comes right out of nowhere in Avengers.

But like I said. The Marvel public is the worst. If they're not viciously anti-mutant and liable to form hate mobs at the drop of a hat, they resent superheroes for saving them from so many alien invasions. Or both. Sometimes it's both.

The Freedom Twosome takes advantage of the distraction to escape. Avalanche creates a big shockwave in the streets and then run off to their helicopter in the confusion.

Yet another instant where the Avengers can't definitively win the day. The bad guys just fuck off.

The Avengers are torn between pursuing the people who attacked them for no reason (like, seriously, if it wasn't part of Acts of Vengeance, why did it happen?) or helping the people injured in the big seismic upset.

Wanda suggests that she can just bring down the helicopter with her hex powers but repaired Vision pops up to tell her not to crash a helicopter in New York. Duh.

She rushes over to hug him. D'aww. While he just stands still like a statue. Hm.

Since Freedom Force got away, Dr Pym muses that this has been another round of the mysterious scheme that they've lost, with Falcon chiming in that they still don't know what scheme that is.

And Definitely Loki is magically scrying on them and laughs that the Avengers never will understand what web they're caught in, except, maybe, at the moment of their death.

Next post hops back over to Avengers West Coast for more Acts of Vengeance.

So many acts, so much vengeance...

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[phthalology]

13 but i'm fishing for mr. wick 👀 (but also i subsume 2 ur will and/or your ordinal numbering)

whether or not mr wick will be in this story is an ongoing question. really I want to write about the continental, a place that is supposedly safe and yet near-constantly besieged in one way or another partially because of its pax rules. it's a place with power and carefully delineated borders and near-magical resources, yet the violence infringes on those walls all the time because that's what the story demands, because that's what's beautiful about that story. there's a sword of damocles over it at all times. it's the only sword-proof place in the world. it's a fortress with a matrix green emergency lighting mode where emergencies supposedly do not and can not happen. it's a home and a castle and a spa and there's a secret New York City subway line underneath it like a wardrobe door out of Narnia. the staff is so, so good at cleaning blood out of stuff. the staff is the thousand arms of charon, who lives there and guards the gate of the dead and is conveniently always in the right place at the right time, but always as master as much as servant and vice versa, as figurehead and prime mover. I think when he leaves continental grounds the building itself feels it. I want lance reddick to kiss the marble. mr john wick will be, if anything, a convenient plot point. I've been trying to give this idea a structure for months. briefly it was a christmas story.

13 is "teixcalaan cats," fic for "a desolation called peace" in which a character called twenty cicada canonically accidentally adopts a lot of space kittens.

[elprincipiodelfim]

quando NANTIER passa sob as estrelas, há quem poderia jurar que DELFIM sussurra seu nome, mas talvez seja apenas o mar deslizando na areia, contando seus segredos. se ouvir com atenção, se escuta que ele é ATENCIOSO e, sem julgamentos, um tanto ÁSPERO. no continente, juram que se parece com EMILIO SAKRAYA, você sabe do que estão falando? 

como se sempre soubesse exatamente para onde olhar, fazia a rota mais curta entre quaisquer dois pontos. tudo em delfim se movia no instinto e, então, dizia: guerreiro. haviam guerreiros lá, no mar, nas profundezas ou seja lá onde viviam os tarka? se haviam, com certeza era um deles, talvez o general, diziam, sussurravam para que ele não ouvisse e direcionasse seus olhos brilhantes para o interlocutor. e se seus sorrisos não eram assim tão fáceis, pouco distribuídos pela ilha, transbordavam de carisma quando apareciam, cutucando a espinha de seu alvo com sensações ambíguas sobre suas intenções. isso é bom, ou é ruim? então, o ano havia se passado, e ele seguia completamente inofensivo por trás da postura avaliadora, quase primitiva. talvez fosse alerta demais para uma pessoa comum, moradora da ilha, mas nada disso nunca foi crime.

bio: Sua força atrai os olhares, mas o que sustenta a curiosidade é aquele olhar inteligente. Inteligência de uma espécie difícil de decifrar, aguçada mas primitiva, e que não respeita — não necessariamente — as regras de uma socialização humana. Achava um tanto quanto incoerente, inclusive, que exigissem dele tal coisa. Deveria ser óbvio que, de onde viera e por onde viveu tantos anos (sabe-se lá quantos, e sabe-se lá que lugar é esse) não se formulavam frases iguais àquelas, ou se explicava emoções daquela forma. Bom, parecia óbvio para ele, mas como poderia afirmar ser verdade? Não possuía quaisquer memórias dignas de confiança, apenas sonhos desconexos que eram mais sensações que imagens ou pensamentos. Quem procura explicar emoções, aliás? Que lógica aquilo poderia respeitar? Que sentido teria gastar energia vital em explicar algo com palavras que... como qualquer palavra, são inventadas, e nada além disso?

Nantier sabia de duas coisas: seu nome, e que merecia aquele chão que pisava tanto quanto qualquer outro, e não havia motivo para que fosse diferente. Aliás, sabia um pouco mais, como a maneira que deveria mover seu corpo diante de uma luta ou caçada. E sabia exatamente como calcular toda a física de cada ato mesmo sem que fosse necessário entender de números. Outra perda de energia que seria, se o fizesse. Preferível atuar diante de coisas palpáveis, passíveis de toque, com cheiro, com cor e som. Indo além, pode-se corrigir a fala anterior e admitir que quase todo conhecimento que poderia ser adquirido pela observação, Nantier sabia. É, inclusive, consciente da distância segura que alguns pareciam preferir manter de si.  Diferente da maioria de outros tarka, causava calafrios. Talvez por essa altivez avaliadora, essa soberba inconsciente de quem não se esforça para sequer comunicar suas leis e ideais, o que o move, o que o faz frear. Como um animal que amamos assistir mas tememos que olhe em nossa direção, tememos ainda que seja capaz de ver nossos pontos fracos.

Independentemente, ele seguia sua vida com satisfação naquela enorme rocha coberta de grama macia, montes onde o vento cantava e pessoas que ele, na verdade, adorava. Mesmo em toda sua impaciência que podia ser ácida, mesmo em sua conformação inabalável e fechada demais para acessarem e perceberem o quanto aquilo era real, e sabendo que era esse o motivo pelo qual se mantinham longe: era um desconhecido, mesmo um ano depois. Se importava bem pouco com como era visto. Nada, usando de máxima honestidade, e faria nada na exata quantidade de nada para que soubessem qualquer detalhe a mais sobre ele que mudasse sua imagem. Que Saint Abbon de Fleury agisse de acordo com seus sentimentos. Não havia, para Nantier, motivo que justificasse usar palavras (imagina, que horror) em uma argumentação contrária. 

tarka — chegada em saint abbon de fleury: há 1 ano idade: não determinada ocupação: professor de luta e auxiliar nos campos de flores moradia: Vesper

[thecursedthrone]

Zahai mo Hazdar, también conocido como Zahai el Terrible, forjó su poder en Astapor durante veinte años, hasta convertirse en el más poderoso de los Bondadosos Amos. Creció ambicionando poder y algo que no tiene ningún hombre o mujer en la Bahía de los Esclavos: una corona. Una corona que le fue prometida por sacerdotisas de R’hllor por medio de una profecía que presagiaba una gran pirámide de dominio y poder. Una corona con la que deseaba recuperar la gloria inmemorial del Antiguo Imperio de Ghis ―y encumbrarse a sí mismo como el nuevo emperador. Zahai formó una alianza con los Grandes Amos de Meereen para tomar el control de Yunkai, subyugando a los Sabios Amos y apoderándose de su comercio de esclavos, y así expandir su autoridad e influencia.

Zahai sabía que, para restaurar el poder del Imperio Ghiscario, debía expandir su base de esclavos, que serían los ladrillos donde se construiría la estructura de la gran pirámide que se había afirmado en sus pensamientos. Pero incluso las ciudades esclavistas tenían una cantidad finita de prisioneros para comprar, secuestrar o robar ― esto es, una cantidad finita en Essos.

Hacia el oeste, atravesando las ruinas de la Antigua Valyria y todos los territorios y mares controlados por las Ciudades Libres, se encontraba el extenso continente de Poniente. Millones de personas vivían bajo el yugo de un único rey, sentado en el Trono de Hierro, decorado con mil espadas. Nunca nadie había controlado un dominio tan amplio como lo hacía la Casa Targaryen, que en otros tiempos hubiera representado el mayor de los obstáculos para sus ambiciones. ¿Pero ahora? Llevaban gobernando más de cien años sin su mayor arma: los dragones.

Si Zahai mo Hazdar planeaba llenar sus casas de esclavos para construir su nueva riqueza y su nuevo imperio, iba a necesitar de la mejor mano de obra. Fue así que, dos veranos e inviernos atrás, empezó a mover su fortuna. Aprovechándose de su nueva autoridad sobre Yunkai, y su creciente influencia sobre Meereen, el auto-apodado Amo Supremo de la Bahía de los Esclavos empezó a contratar corsarios y piratas para que extendieran su alcance hacia el norte de los Siete Reinos, en donde podría llevarse a los hombres del Pueblo Libre sin ser perturbado. Salvajes, les decían.

Cuando eso no fue suficiente, meses después los siguientes en caer fueron un gran número de vándalos de los Clanes de las Montañas del Valle de Arryn, desapareciendo en circunstancias misteriosas que los caballeros del Valle prefirieron ignorar. Un clan menos era un problema menos, al fin y al cabo. Pero eso tampoco le bastó a Zahai. Haciendo un acuerdo con Tyrosh (recientemente ocupada por el nuevo Arconte de la ciudad, Alequo Adarys Lengua de Plata, un miembro de la Banda de los Nueve), y particularmente con Samarro Saan, el Último Valyrio de Lys (también parte de la Banda), sus zarpas se esparcieron por las costas de Dorne y luego bajaron hacia las Islas del Verano, para apoderarse de los altos y fuertes habitantes de aquella región.

Los prisioneros capturados se fueron acumulando, y poco a poco las protestas empezaron a ganar volumen, pero el rey Aegon V tenía otras preocupaciones, y no podía priorizar algunos secuestros por más extraños que resultaran, particularmente si tenían lugar en tierras lejanas y poco importantes. Menos aún cuando a la gran mayoría de sus señores vasallos no parecía preocuparles. Y de eso se aprovechó también el Terrible, porque los siguientes en caer fueron los barcoluengos de los hijos del hierro.

Sin atreverse a atacar directamente las Islas del Hierro, sus flotas de corsarios y piratas se enfrentaron a los isleños en altamar durante seis meses, lejos de las costas y, a merced de sus emboscadas, capturaron barco por barco. Sus victorias le abrieron el Mar del Ocaso, permitiéndole llegar hasta las mismas orillas del frío e inhóspito Norte, menos vigiladas y protegidas que las del sur, pudiendo hacerse entonces con la estirpe del invierno.

Ahora sí, finalmente, los rumores de una flota de fantasmas empezaron a recorrer las aldeas y fortalezas de los Siete Reinos, perturbando a los campesinos y confundiendo a los nobles. ¿Quiénes eran? ¿De dónde venían? ¿Por qué se llevaban a sus víctimas? Y más aún, ¿a dónde se las llevaban? Por orden de Zahai mo Hazdar, sus hombres viajaban sin banderas ni distintivos, evitando puertos que no fueran de sus simpatizantes o aliados. Y los esclavos empezaron a llegar: primero de a decenas, luego de a cientos, finalmente de a miles, desde cada rincón del mundo conocido.

Pero eso tampoco fue suficiente. Para el Amo Supremo de los esclavistas, su Nuevo Imperio no podía abarcar solamente los antiguos dominios de Ghis. Tampoco le bastaban las ruinas de Valyria, ni sojuzgar a las Ciudades Libres que habían trascendido a sus antiguos amos.

No, lo que él quería era a los hombres libres de Poniente, que nunca habían conocido el sufrimiento del látigo, ni habían puesto a prueba el valor de su independencia. Aquellos hijos de Andalos y el Rhoyne, con sus blasones petulantes, en sus castillos vanidosos y sus coronas arrogantes. Ellos debían convertirse en los nuevos hijos de Ghis.

[linyarguilera]

HISTÓRIA DA TERRA

Após o Big Bang (explosão/expansão), há mais de 1,5 bilhões de anos a Terra era apenas um pedaço de fogo sem vida. No entanto aos poucos, com chuvas torrenciais que ajudaram a esfriar nosso lindo planeta a vida foi surgindo e evoluindo.

Os geólogos, cientistas que dedicam-se a estudar a Terra junto com outros pesquisadores dividem a evolução terrestre em: Era Azóica; Era Primária; Era Secundária/Mesozóica; Era Terciária/Cenozóica e Era Quartenária/Antropozóica.

Era Azóica

É a era em que não havia forma de vida na Terra, apenas muitas chuvas ácidas e terremotos.

Era Primária ou Paleozóica

Milhões de anos depois, com as chuvas resfriando o planeta, ocorreu o surgimento da vida nos oceanos (semelhantes a bactérias e arqueas), seres capazes de sobreviverem em lugares inóspitos.

Em aproximadamente 300 milhões de anos surgiram peixes, anfíbios, bosques e florestas.

Era Secundária ou Mesozóica

Há aproximadamente cem milhões de anos tivemos os imensos dinossauros, época das carboniferas.

Era Terciária ou Cenozóica

Nesse período de cerca de 50 milhões de anos surgiram vidas novas, com poucos terremotos e erupções vulcânicas vieram os mamíferos conhecidos como mamutes.

Era Quartenária ou Antropozóica

Nessa era já não estavam mais na pangeia, os continentes começaram a mover-se, pois as placas tectônicas fazem pequenos movimentos contínuos, dando origem aos continentes.

No final da última glaciação, há mais de 3,5 milhões de anos surge a espécie humana.

Bibliografia:

Livro: História e Civilização O mundo antigo (Carlos Guilherme Mota e Adriana Lopes)

Arte: Canva

[kylo-wrecked]

@graysistance ://

— ☾ —

He doesn't know what he's doing at an annual Foster Care and Adoption Conference, only that Dad warns him, 'Your mother will kill us both' if Ben doesn't attend, and he for one would prefer 'to be alive and well backstage—supporting'. And so Ben waits in the designated Ben area with whoever can still tolerate him. It's a short list: the interns and their head-sized smartphones, Ian the IT guy, Mr. Pryde (who only darts his ugly mug inside now and again to ensure Ben's ongoing presence), and Miss Rugy. 

Miss Rugy was initially hired to give each member of the Organa-Solo family a pass with a makeup brush and a blotting sheet for such functions as the adoption conference and has, over time, become Ben's PR department. Tonight, his sage advice? 

"Do not piss off your mother, you hear? This is her moment, okay? Nobody leaves or shits until she does. Now, if you sweat off my Bobbi Brown, come to the left vomitory, and I will do you up again and douse your inners with a little lemon water. I am your personal spa. We are going to get you through the night."

"Now," Miss Rugy says again, affecting Bela Lugosi, wetting his matte red lips and squeezing a dollop of concealer onto a sponge, "Do not move."

"I am not moving," says Ben, whose face takes on the structural moroseness of the neo-Gothic friezes facing the North, East, South, and West of their indeterminate ceiling. 

The foam wedge oozes with makeup. It's green, and that is the point, Miss Rugy tells him as he blots the sanguine swells beneath Ben's eyes.

"Now, look up," he demands, pressing the heel of his palm into Ben's jaw.  

"Please don't touch me there," Ben says. 

"Quiet. I am rehabilitating you. You look like fifty shades of shit."

"I think that gets the point across." 

"You—" Miss Rugy says, going in with an angled sponge the wet color of Ben's skin, dabbing and dabbing. "—are playing mama's child tonight. You are going to look the part." 

"I've never looked like my mother's child. I think she found me under a bridge and took pity on me. Tonight might be the night she gives me back." 

Miss Rugy snorts and scolds, "Ben! Do not make me mess up!" 

What's meant to be gentle daubing motions feel like Miss Rugy replacing his skin with octinoxate and titanium dioxide. Two more dabs, and done. 

"Remember, the lemon water refresher later. Now go." 

So, Ben goes the route of a thousand print-out arrows. On his way, he discovers a corridor mirror and, repulsed by his new laudatory reflection, glossed and airbrushed as a magazine ad but more orange, indicating tonight's company of Nikon cameras, Ben tears at his under-eyes with his thumbs until Miss Rugy's blended magic is undone. He wipes the makeup on the inner lining of his suit cuffs and straggles on, idling behind the deco ingress of an ilk that once dominated lower Manhattan, until they open upon an 'I've very much bloody had it' Mr. Pryde, who may well have pulled Ben in by vaudeville hook.  

The belly of the assembly hall is like an Anabaptist church, holy in its ugliness, its staunch rows of oak flip-down seats arranged in an inelegant continental and bolted down into stale blue carpet. The curtains obstructing the dearth of the stage are the same blue, flanked by pillars of lilies on either side. Their scent gives grandma's musty sunroom sarcophagus or school play from the Sloth Ring of Hell. Whatever it is, it's cloying. It's confining. It's inescapable. 

Ben is the only conversation piece in Belphegor's auditorium not to take the stage at a time when all the movers and shakers therein have long since been introduced, once upon Senator Organa's successful reelection. The day Ben died. Again. 

Many are already seated. Just as many gather in small annular cliques, buzzing at low volumes. Theirs is the conversation written thousands of years ago by Beelzebub, and Ben pretends not to pick up on the contours of their words. The guests, in turn, pretend not to see him. Nobody waves or raises their paper cups and straws in welcome, as was writ. 

Snoke's absence is notable, but his senior associate, Armitage, stands beside an equally steely tripod. As Ben makes his way toward the front rows, he tries to treat his fixture there like any other camera by ignoring his existence completely. 

By the time he sits, he has already sweated through his shirt underarms and is sure he'll die tonight, too. He soaks up the measly space closest to the emergency exit in case he needs to throw up beforehand.

This is why Ben wears black. He's never sought to make a statement with the custom threads that detain his frame's jumbo bones and musculature or the color of his perspiration. He's trying not to do anything except shield himself from the added heat of the relentless stage lights when his mother approaches the lectern. 

She seems piqued while she adjusts the mic, but not at Ben—because she looks at him. Because when she looks at him, the corners of her eyes crinkle, and she eases her death grip on the bezel. He thinks while sweating buckets: it's a wonder his presence could ever mollify anyone, let alone his mother. 

She taps the mic and begins; Ben goes far away somewhere. Until he's jolted back by the sudden incline of her voice, introducing the next speaker, and he realizes he's missed the entirety of his mother's address. Every word of it goes into the ether or on a camera for later, where they will be hacked to pieces. 

Feeling chilled and disoriented, he looks around. Everyone else is still seated—thank God—but in this gap of mild laughter and riveted applause, Ben registers someone, a woman, sitting just one seat away from him. She's pert, either much younger or less miserable than him. Perhaps both. He has never seen her before. She is the one, the only stranger to him at this event. 

Twisting toward her, Ben's lips form the word 'who' before knotting themselves into a confounded lump. Left without words, he lodges his ill-fitted frame into the seat again and wills himself into... one of those wooden statues of the Three Kings. Whatever they're called. Where are the words? He wants to scream through the knot on his face, his soft and fleshy apparatus called a 'mouth.' 

The materialization of this perfect stranger dislodges the other knot, the clump of ice-cold dread he'd tried all the previous afternoon to chisel loose. And in its place, heat rises, and there's that feeling again. Now might be a good time to take Miss Rugy up on his lemon water, only, despite every protracted moment, he's just got here. So exactly when did she show up?

Call the feeling bad nerves, bad vibes, or poor human mechanism; it always feels like a rush of anger; and is always a loosening agent for speech. 

Finally, Ben turns to the woman and whispers, "Excuse me, are you lost?" Winces and yet adds, "I have literally never seen your face. I have no idea who you are. I wish I had seen you before."

The next speaker takes the stage, more clapping, Ben whispering fiercely: "Tell me you're not in politics. Lie if you have to. I will—" 

And if she did? If she responded to his maelstrom of verbal vomit at all? Ben would what? He starts undoing his tie, the stupid Armani noose that strangles him. 

"I will stay all night."

These are the ramblings of a certifiable thirty-year-old man hissing under the ovations of a Green Party delegate who once called Ben a ticking time bomb. 

[soubaim]

O EFEITO CASCATA COMEÇOU - Conselho Arcturiano

Ninguém precisa mover continentes, parar furacões e dar um mundial ao Palmeiras; basta alinhar-se à luz.

[rainsofcastamererpg]

¿Cómo vais a gestionar lo que sucede en Essos y Poniente? ¿Serán dos continentes jugables por completo? Es decir, ¿Qué hay de las Ciudades Libres?

¡Valar Morghulis, Anon! La acción principal del foro estará en Poniente, por eso mismo hemos ideado las tramas y canons que se encuentran allí desterrados para que puedan volver de una forma u otra. Se podrá rolear en Essos y en el resto del mundo pero nuestra idea es la vuelta al continente de Poniente. Aunque si los usuarios quieren mover tramas en las Ciudades Libres y en el resto de Essos podríamos plantear algo para esas zonas. En otras palabras, Essos es jugable, podéis moveros por ese continente pero nuestra idea principal es que la acción se mueva en Poniente. De nuevo, recalcamos que las tramas irán moviéndose en función de las decisiones de los personajes y de los propios usuarios, por lo que podéis abrirnos sugerencias y decirnos vuestras ideas para tenerlas en cuenta.

[bremont]

(via (21) Socialismo del siglo XXI o castrochavismo es crimen organizado - YouTube)

El Peligro 🥀🌍 es para Washington 🙃😤 el systema MADURO 🥀 😤 religion ⛪ chavista 🙏🥀🙃 causa un efecto igual a Trump 🙃🤡 y la 🤡 embajada de Israel en 🙃😖 Jerusalén 🤬 70 AD version USA está en el futuro 🩻🔮 antes ⚠️ de fin de año... unica solución para el Pentágono es mover la guerra de Ucrania a Venezuela 🙃🤠 y evitar un colapsó generalizado en el continente americano. 🌎 Socialismo del siglo XXI o castrochavismo es crimen organizado🌎

[karaokulta]

🚀💡 ¡Explorando el universo del desarrollo de videojuegos! 💡🚀 💥 La odisea de la creación gamer no es juego de niños. Según el último informe de Perforce, nuestros valientes desarrolladores enfrentan tres monstruos épicos: 1. **Fondos**: Sí, esa endiablada misión de encontrar suficientes monedas de oro para llevar a cabo la travesía. 2. **Colaboración**: Mover archivos pesados se ha convertido en el dragón que muchos no pueden derrotar, incluso más molesto que tener al equipo esparcido por diferentes continentes. 3. **Tiempo para Innovar**: Ah, ese precioso elixir del tiempo, que siempre acaba más rápido de lo esperado y se convierte en el gran villano del progreso. Pero, atención aquí, un destello de sabiduría emerge de la oscuridad: 🌟 el 90% de los encuestados elevan al pedestal la disponibilidad y accesibilidad del liderazgo sénior. Aún desde lejos, un buen líder es el hechizo vital para el éxito. 🤝 El trabajo remoto, amigos quisqueyanos, no se percibe como el gran desafío. Estar en pijama no es el enemigo, sino los problemas logísticos... ¿quién lo habría pensado? Mi predicción – levanto mi espada de adivino – es que muy pronto veremos a empresas como Perforce forjando herramientas más poderosas, para que los grandes talleres de juegos no solo sobrevivan el embate de estos retos, sino que también triunfen en la conquista de reinos digitales. 👇🔥 ¿Cuáles son tus predicciones, valientes creadores y guerreros del gaming? Deja tus comentarios o invoca a tus compañeros de batalla aquí abajo para que se unan a este noble debate. ¡Juntos, partiremos hacia el horizonte de un desarrollo de videojuegos sin precedentes! 🎮✨ #DesarrolloDeVideojuegos #Gaming #Innovación #Liderazgo #Colaboración #Perforce

[webscarlet]

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[folkcpntr]

"𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠"

Pedro Pascal x FEM!singer reader x football player Joel Miller

Canadá;

As mensagens ficaram desfocadas no fundo da tela quando a foto de Joel brilhou em uma ligação. Você queria atender, mas seus olhos cheios de lágrimas chamariam atenção de seu namorado e não da maneira positiva como você gostaria.

Do outro lado do mapa, Joel estava se preparando para entrar no primeiro treino oficial da temporada; sem a mídia ativa, apenas uma dupla de fotógrafos do time que o acompanharia ao longo da temporada esportiva, em jogos, treinos e coletivas. Ele ansiava por um momento com ela, mesmo que o caminho mais rápido contivesse oceanos e continentes, e por mais que acabar com a saudade fosse uma boa razão., não era viável pegar um avião e te encontrar. Quando a ligação não foi respondida com a rapidez usual, Joel soube que havia algo errado.

O jogador não queria saber se tinha ou nao entrevistas, sessões de foto ou seja lá o que sua agenda poderia ter, ele precisava ir até singapura; mesmo com tommy e maria dizendo que você estaria em casa em dois dias e então tudo ficaria bem, joel sabia que tudo ficaria bem, mas uma sensação estranha estava amarrada em suas entranhas apertando seu coração, ele sentia fisicamente que você, por alguma razão precisava dele.

Mesmo todo dinheiro e fama não são capazes de mover mundos por amor, e infelizmente, com toda vontade e esforço, Joel não foi liberado para fazer uma viagem tão grande, especialmente com todos os olhos mirando no novo casal. Ele queria morrer, não, ele queria matar alguém- não de verdade, Joel não machucaria uma mosca se isso fosse possível...

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você;

A deflação do sonho, literalmente seu fim, o que antes era um lugar colorido e cheio de vida com a mesma energia caótica e feliz de um festival de verão, mas que lentamente dia após dia se tornou cinza e pálido, triste e repleto de lembranças como um cemitério em um manhã chuvosa. era o fim, você sabia disso com tanta força que doía por dentro e parecia que te faria quebrar. Deixar sua casa para trás foi triste. Suas memórias se tornaram frígidas e solitárias.

o desejo de desaparecer ou apenas voltar no tempo para esquecer isso, aquele amor que nasceu e morreu de forma tão abrupta que te fazia questionar; "em algum momento ele existiu de fato?" As respostas eram espaços em branco vazios, tristes e silenciosos como uma noite em meio a uma crise de ansiedade ou abstinência. Seus ruídos eram soluços chorosos.

A mensagem dele fez tudo isso voltar e desabar sobre você como uma torrente de sentimentos e sensações reprimidas. A ligação que tiveram foi tão importante para você que apagá-la completamente ainda parece um desafio, e mutante, parte sua quer desistir, outra parte quer que todos saibam, foi assim que as músicas surgiram, como uma das inúmeras tentativas de arrancar a dor que queimava em seu peito.

Texas, 2019

você estava sentada na frente do piano, as notas saiam com muita facilidade, mas seu coração parecia engessado, os sentimentos não andavam livremente, você agia como uma criança prestes a ser pega comendo doce antes do jantar. Flutuando em uma nuvem de sentimentos complexos. Pedro chegou cedo naquele dia, te abraçando pelas costas enquanto você tocava algumas notas que ele já conhecia, nada realmente original. seus lábios pressionaram beijos suaves nas bochechas, enchendo seu peito de conforto, fazendo se dissipar todo o sentimento de insegurança e não-pertencimento que parecia um peso preso a seu tornozelo.

" o que se passa nessa cabecinha?" Pedro perguntou te puxando para seu colo e aninhando vocês no sofá. Seu corpo respondia ele com adoração, caindo como um encaixe perfeito.

"Nada demais..." sua resposta era fraca e distante, distraída mexendo com dos dedos dele enquanto sentia beijos por toda a pele; era bom, reconfortante saber que ele estava ali mesmo que sua alma estivesse distante, talvez sabendo que você não estava realmente com ele naquele instante, mas sem se importar, outros teriam em vão te puxar e seria exaustivo tentar, mas com o chileno era fácil, era tão natural como um dia quente no meio do verão.

Pedro era como respirar o ar puro de uma cidadezinha pitoresca nos alpes franceses, era como o perfume de lavanda no ar.

"Sei que tem algo martelando aí dentro meu amor, mas vou esperar você me contar." Seus olhos se enchem de lágrimas para as palavras dele. "eu amo você do jeito que você é..."

As palavras dele encheram seu peito e alma de uma alegria até então desconhecida, tinha o doce gosto da esperança, após tantas idas e vindas, corações partidos e "e se" que a mantiveram acordada durante noites longas, pela primeira vez você sentia que poderia ser feliz com base nos sonhos da sua "pequena eu", a garotinha com sonhos de amores de contos de fada, com fugas secretas dos amantes apaixonados, com Romeu & Julieta, mas com um final feliz.

algum lugar sobrevoando o oceano, 2024

A vida tende à ironia, e de fato vocês viveram uma trágica história de amor, antes de macabel, ou até mesmo ofélia, um mito grego que decorria de séculos de glória.

❝Teseu com ajuda da filha de minos derrotou a besta que se alimentava do sacrifício de jovens atenienses virgens, para recompensar, ele levou ariadne com ele em sua fuga, logo ela era uma pária, jamais poderia retornar a seu lar, mas acreditava em seu herói, nunca esperando que ele a abandonasse em uma ilha... ❞

Sua história deveria ter um fim trágico se a beleza e devoção da jovem não tivessem atraído alguém que realmente valia a pena, um deus, Dionísio.

Você ainda não havia escrito sobre isso, mas se sentia compelida com a história da moça, e definitivamente compreendia sua dor, desejando encontrar alguém que curasse seu coração. Antes de Joel, havia sido o álcool aquele que auxiliou seu coração partido, curiosamente Dionísio é o deus do álcool, de certa forma os antigos patronos estavam sobre sua vida...

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O Brasil até que não se atrasou tanto e nos próximos cinco anos os incentivos fiscais vão somar 19,3 bilhões. As fabricantes já garantiram pelos menos R$ 130 bilhões de investimentos em pesquisa e desenvolvimento para atender não apenas o Mover, mas também as novas exigências de segurança ativa e passiva já estabelecidas por lei. Consiga um ótimo Currículo - Crie um Currículo profissional www.cvwizard.com/currículo Consiga um ótimo Currículo - Crie um Currículo profissional Publicidade Antes do Mover, a indústria já cumpriu o Inovar-Auto (2012-2017) e o Rota 2030 (2018-2023), mas a exigência agora será bem maior e inclui veículos leves e pesados. O principal avanço está no cálculo de emissões de gás carbônico (CO2), agora do poço à roda, que mede a eficiência ambiental do combustível desde o início de sua produção. Na Europa, por exemplo, o cálculo só é feito do motor à roda, que esconde a fraqueza do continente em sua matriz energética com altas emissões daquele gás de feito estufa. Aqui, 27% de etanol (que capta 80% do CO2 no seu processo agroindustrial) é misturado à gasolina e mais 30% são usados diretamente nos motores. No total, veículos leves ajudam a diminuir em 55% os efeitos deletérios do CO2. Nenhum país chega perto desses resultados. Com o avanço da hibridização nos próximos anos os ganhos serão ainda maiores Segundo o Ministério do Desenvolvimento, Indústria, Comércio e Serviços, a partir de 2027 haverá medição da pegada completa de carbono dos veículos vendidos no Brasil, numa classificação conhecida como do berço ao túmulo.

https://autopapo.uol.com.br/noticia/mover-aprovado/