#fort hays state

[professional-funnyman]

mom: i went to the university and then the votech

me: whatd you do at the university then

mom: failed.

[harriswalz4usabybr]

Speech Governor Walz gave at the Kansas State Capitol!

~BR~

[jmfenner91]

Painting I made as a demo after my guest lecture at Fort Hays State University yesterday.

It was such a fun experience getting to share tips & exercises on how to build your art style. I am going to try and make a condensed video version of it when I get back home! ❤️

[afeelgoodblog]

The Best News of Last Week - March 20, 2023

🌱 - Okra to the Rescue and Other News You Can't 'Lettuce' Miss This Week

1. 4 day work week being pushed in Congress

Progressive Democrats, led by Rep. Mark Takano of California, are pushing for a four-day workweek to give Americans more time for leisure outside of work. The proposed Thirty-Two Hour Workweek Act would amend the Fair Labor Standards Act of 1938 to require overtime pay for any employee working more than 32 hours in a week at a rate of time and a half.

More than 70 British companies have started to test a four-day workweek, and halfway through the six-month trial, most respondents reported there has been no loss in productivity.

2. Governor Walz signs universal school meals bill into Minnesota law

Minnesota just became the fourth state in the US to provide breakfasts and lunches at no charge to students at participating schools! The bill was signed into law by Governor Tim Walz on Friday, and it's set to ease the burden on parents who struggle to provide meals for their children.

The new legislation will cover the cost of meals for all students, regardless of household income. This means that families who don't qualify for free and reduced meals but who struggle to pay for food will also be covered. The bill is also meant to prevent "lunch shaming" practices, where children are denied food or given substitutes that indicate their family is struggling financially.

3. Texas Researchers Use Okra to Remove Microplastics from Wastewater

Researchers from Tarleton State University in Fort Worth, Texas discovered that food-grade plant extracts from okra have the power to remove microplastics from wastewater. Polysaccharide extracts from plants like fenugreek, cactus, aloe vera, tamarind, and okra were found to be effective non-toxic flocculant alternatives to remove microplastics from water.

Polysaccharides from okra and fenugreek were best for removing microplastics from ocean water, while a combination of okra and tamarind worked best for freshwater. Furthermore, plant-based flocculants can be easily implemented in existing water treatment facilities.

4. In the northern California snow, stranded cows are getting emergency hay drops

The recent wave of unprecedented snowfall in California has left cattle stranded and starving. When rancher Robert Puga ran out of hay, neighboring Humboldt County officials put together an emergency rescue operation called "Operation Hay Drop." State, federal, and local officials airdropped stranded cattle bales of hay to feed them.

Humboldt County Sheriff William Honsal went to the Coast Guard with the idea of a helicopter rescue, and by midday Sunday, March 5, Operation Hay Drop was underway. So far, Operation Hay Drop has been a success, said rancher Puga. The mission covers about 2,500 head of cattle over several miles.

5. Make-A-Wish Foundation no longer considers Cystic Fibrosis to be automatically qualifying due to improvements in life outcomes for patients

Given the ongoing life-changing advances in cystic fibrosis, beginning in January 2024, cystic fibrosis will no longer automatically qualify for a wish.

6. 1st woman given stem cell transplant to cure HIV is still virus-free 5 years later

In 2017, a woman known as the "New York patient" underwent a stem cell transplant to treat both her cancer and HIV. Now, about 30 months later, she has been virus-free and off her HIV medication, leading some researchers to suggest that she may have been cured of HIV.

The New York patient, received stem cells taken from umbilical cord blood that also had the HIV-resistance genes. However, it's important to note that there is no official distinction between being cured and being in long-term remission, and the medical team is waiting for longer-term follow-up before making any definitive statements.

7. Cheetahs Back in Wild in India After Seven Decades

Namibian cheetahs have been successfully reintroduced to India after the world's fastest land animal was declared extinct in the South Asian country more than 70 years ago. Two cheetahs, Obaan and Asha, were released into the wild of Kuno National Park after being brought to India last September.

The species is being reintroduced on an experimental basis as part of a major prestige project for Prime Minister Narendra Modi. India aims to bring in about 100 of the big cats over the next decade. The African cheetah is a different subspecies from the extinct Asiatic cheetah, which once roamed the sub-continent in great numbers.

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[lamiaprigione]

La vita, proprio la vita

e io ho aspettato

Ha piovuto tutta la sera, tutta la notte e io ho aspettato ma tu non sei arrivata, e se qualcuno è arrivato certo non eri tu sono uscito in strada o sul balcone, non ricordo, e la pioggia scendeva, senza tregua, tutta la sera, tutta la notte, a meno che non siano state le stelle ad arrivare il cielo, l’eterno, il tempo dal principio, che è arrivato e mi è passato attraverso, così che la pioggia, se è piovuto, è arrivata e tu no, e io non ho mai detto a nessuno quanto è stato doloroso aspettare, quanti dischi ho suonato e tutte le canzoni parlavano di te, anche quelle che non parlavano affatto di te, anche il cielo parlava di te e il tempo, l’eterno, la pioggia, o se non di te della tua assenza, perché non sei arrivata e quella notte ho compreso il vero significato di buco nero, non solitudine, non dolore, non tragedia, non sole morto, ma qualcosa del genere, perché un buco nero è quando non arrivi quando decidi di vivere senza di me

no, non l’ho mai detto a nessuno, con quale dolore ho atteso, quanto è stata lunga la notte, che ogni minuto mi entrava dentro come un coltello smussato

e si piantava lì, che la notte mi si era avvolta intorno al collo come filo spinato, poi è arrivato il giorno e ha stretto più forte

Identico è il cielo, identico è il tempo e l’eterno è eterno, credo che sia una sequoia, ma forse non hai mai dovuto aspettare qualcuno che non è arrivato a meno che invece l’abbia provato e questo sia il motivo per tutti i buchi neri del cosmo, trecentomila all’ultimo conteggio

ecco quante volte non sei arrivata

Ricordo che non volevo sopravvivere alla notte, nemmeno vedere un nuovo mattino sorgere senza di te, avevo vent’anni e qualcosa e volevo morire

Come puoi continuare a battere chiedevo al cuore, nella tenebre del sangue

troppo giovane per sospettare che il cuore è il più vecchio muscolo del mondo, è un trattore ostinato, un pulsar costante

ma per molti mesi, molti, molti lunghi mesi, sei stata tu il mio inizio e la mia fine, chiudevo gli occhi e vedevo solo te che quella notte non sei arrivata, non hai risposto quando ho telefonato, e due giorni dopo ecco una lettera, scritta con una penna nera, diciamo una lettera da parte dell’amore, con l’inchiostro di un buco nero

Trent’anni più tardi salgo su un autobus ed eccoti lì, seduta davanti con in braccio un nipotino di tre anni, forse quattro, sei seduta con lui come a chiedere scusa per non essere arrivata quella notte di dicembre di tanto tempo fa quando la pioggia o le stelle sferzavano i vetri in Karlagata, mi si piantavano in fronte e l’eterno si era tramutato nella tua assenza e pensavo di morire

Ma se ti ricordi, il cuore è un trattore ostinato per questo posso prendere quell’autobus trent’anni dopo, vivo, con la barba, qualche cicatrice lasciata dalla vita, e tu sei lì e la vita, proprio la vita sta in mezzo tra me e te

[lets-steal-an-archive]

The annual Kansas Speaks survey from the Docking Institute at Fort Hays State University showed Democratic presidential candidate Kamala Harris a mere five points behind Republican candidate Donald Trump. Given that the survey covers traditionally conservative Kansas, political pundits pounced.

“BREAKING: Trump only winning by 5 In KANSAS,” wrote legal commentator Tristan Snell.

“If Harris is only down 5 to Trump in Kansas – election night is going to be very good for Democrats,” added Obama campaign and administration alumnus Tim Fullerton.

“…holy sh*t?” exclaimed journalist and lawyer Seth Abramson.

Let’s step back from excited progressive reactions for a moment and actually talk about the poll, what it means and whether Harris has a shot in Kansas. (Spoiler alert, she almost certainly does not). We found a great person to help us break things down: Brett Zollinger, director of the Docking Institute. He sat down with Kansas Reflector staff on Tuesday afternoon to give background on those surprising results.

First off, we should understand that the data presented comes from a survey, not a poll. Kansas Speaks primarily tracks public opinion on issues rather than candidates. It gathers a representative panel of Kansans and collects information from them via a carefully designed online form.

“The presidential election is a very minor focus for us in Kansas Speaks,” he said. “We are far more focused on policies, issues that are going to be relevant to Kansans, likely to come up in the legislative session, that sort of thing. But every four years, we get this unique opportunity to see what our survey methodology bears out in terms of some actual voter decisions in the state in the presidential election. So in 2020, we were within 0.2% actually, in the spread between Trump and Biden with our survey panel methodology.”

For reference, in 2020 Trump finished at 56.2% in Kansas, while President Joe Biden reached 41.6%, a 14.6 percentage point gap. The 2020 Kansas Speaks survey found 52% support for Trump and 37.6% for Biden, a 14.4 percentage point gap.

[outlandish-dreamer]

hai ^u^ um i was wondering if you had any toddler / baby regressor vanessa headcanons from the fnaf movie ? :00 or anything about her hehe , i'm an introject of her and i've been looking for some stuff :33

I do actually!! She's been on my mind a lot recently, so here's what I have for her :D

(I'm probably going to include some of my other headcanons just because I feel like they fit here as well if that's okay!)

Baby Regressor! Vanessa

She's not quite sure what her age range is, though she does know it's pretty small. Mainly because it's before she can remember all the things that happened with her family, so with being pretty young at that state, it's between 0-3.

Very independent, "I can do it myself !!" I feel like she wouldn't really care about having a caregiver, like it's not something she thinks she needs, but won't say no if it happens.

Because of that, she has trouble letting her guard down around others when she's regressed (mainly Mike). Feeling that vulnerable around someone else reminds her of when she was a kid, so it's hard for her to trust that he won't do anything to her.

Dealing with the trauma of everything is hard on someone that's as small as she is. Her brain doesn't know how to process it all and it takes a toll on her both mentally and emotionally. Sometimes she just cries and doesn't know why, but aside from that, she's not really an explosive or overly emotional kid. Mainly a little bit more sensitive than anything.

Is a little nervous when it comes to him acting like a sort of parental/brother figure towards her. She hasn't experienced that in a long time and ever since she's worried it would turn out just like her relationship with her father. That she'll be rejected, taken advantage of, or forced to "grow up."

Mike, being the ever-patient guy he is, wishes he could get rid of those feelings for her. He'd never hurt Vanessa and despite how much she questions it, he still reassures her that he won't.

Will tag along with him anytime she can. He's pretty much the one person she trusts with this and will take up any chance to be around him. Since she's content to pretty much sit and sleep or watch, he doesn't mind.

He also gets much more protective over her when she's little. It could be something as small as seeing a bug in the house or crossing the street, but whatever it is, he's making sure she's alright. That's his baby and though he's still figuring it out, he'll do anything for her.

Very tired kiddo, but hates sleeping alone. She spends most nights (if they aren't with each other) on the phone with Mike or falling asleep together (which happens more often than the former.) And he, having a similar problem, is cool with it either way.

Has a plush bunny (and later on, all the other animatronics) that she keeps with her at all times. It's small enough to fit in her pocket, so she can bring it in to work whenever she's having a rough day.

While her skills aren't as good as they normally are, she still loves to draw with Abby when she feels old enough to. Most of the time they're just scribbles and she's proud of it either way.

S O many forts. It's not even funny. They're her favorite spot to be in and there's no stopping her and Abby from building them.

Speaking of which, it was difficult in the first place to tell Mike about her regression, and it was even more so when it came to Abby. She was a kid and Vanessa didn't expect her to understand it, plus she worried that it would freak her out. They didn't exactly say it was that, but they pretty much put in a way that made sense to Abby. And she didn't mind, she was actually happy to have someone to play with, even if it wasn't someone exactly her age.

She never had a ton of pet names growing up, so Mike takes advantage of that. Mainly variations of her name like "Nessa", and he calls her ones he finds silly or funny. Like "Peanut" or "Munchkin." He does have a favorite though and ends up calling her "Little Lady" most often.

Much more comfortable with PDA/touching in general when she's little. Even if it's just small, subtle things like holding each other's pinkies or holding hands. It helps her feel safer to know that someone else is there like "Hey, I got you." And it helps both her and Mike open up more to each other by doing it.

the DNI banner credit goes to @geekgirl-33, I hope it's okay that I used it!

[allthecanadianpolitics]

The Government of the Northwest Territories officially declared a territorial state of emergency on Tuesday in response to out-of-control wildfires in the territory. Situations in the South Slave and North Salve regions are quickly changing, the territorialgovernment said in a press release, also noting that Fort Smith and Hay River remain at risk. Due to wildfires approaching from the west, Yellowknife is also facing an increased risk, the territory announced.

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[pbandjelly535]

WE ARE SO BACK! First game is tmrw at 12pm est on UConn+! Note: this is an exhibition game, against Fort Hays State which is a Division II program from Kansas. So I’m expecting this to be a bit of a blowout!

Also Azzi will not be playing for at least a couple weeks so do not expect her to be playing for a bit!

Link to watch it live:

Ty for making this gif❤️ @mygaynesshasnolimits

[raccontidialiantis]

Fammi sentire ancora amata da te

Caro, sai che da qualche tempo ne devo mandare giù tante. Ogni giorno. Mi tiene in pugno: sa benissimo che questo lavoro ci serve per mangiare. Ma finirà, fidati. Forse. Magari no... Anzi decisamente no, come capirai fra un po'. Devo dirti tutto. So che dovrei probabilmente cercare comunque di respingerlo, di ritrovare un minimo della mia dignità di donna, di lavoratrice, di moglie e madre: sono quasi sicura che non mi licenzierebbe, se lo respingessi.

M’ha assunta diversi anni fa e sai che all'epoca mi disse che lui per me sarebbe stato sempre come un secondo padre. Ed è anche stato il padrino di battesimo di Luca. Però sento intimamente che ormai devo assolutamente dirti tutto. Me lo impone la  mia coscienza. Non posso più fare finta di nulla; devo essere onesta con te e sputare finalmente il rospo. Un matrimonio è anche questo. Sai, non è proprio come ti ho sempre detto: non sono state solo battute e qualche palpatina... aspetta, non ti arrabbiare. Mantieni il controllo, per favore. Non è solo tutta colpa sua... si, si: adesso se ti calmi ti spiego, ok?

Dunque, da quando tu hai perso il lavoro, senza por tempo in mezzo lui mi ha immediatamente aumentato lo stipendio ma ha preso ad accelerare, con me. Dapprima ha iniziato a mettermi timidamente una mano nella scollatura, quasi per caso, appoggiandosi un po' quando mi si avvicinava alla scrivania, per chiedermi qualcosa o per controllare. Io, impaurita e rossissima in viso, lo lasciavo fare. A ogni modo, non succedeva tutti i giorni. Lui era comunque sempre un po’ esitante, imbarazzato. Però capivo anche che, vedovo da cinque anni, aveva una voglia enorme di passera, magari della moglie di qualcuno, quindi di una donna seria e in fin dei conti pulita.

Una mamma di famiglia, una donna matura: da amare molto discretamente e anche da aiutare concretamente, insomma. Non è certo tipo da andare a troie. Poi, dopo un paio di settimane di tensione erotica crescente ma palpabile tra noi, un giorno, con mio totale imbarazzo, a fine pomeriggio lavorativo tolse tutte le sue esitazioni di mezzo, prese confidenza e chiuse a chiave la porta dello studio. Mi guardò fissa e io capii. Sarei senz'altro potuta andare via: aveva lasciato la chiave nella toppa. Avrei voluto morire, quella prima volta. Da quel momento lo fece ogni giorno, a fine giornata e appuntamenti esauriti.

Però un po’ devo dire che questa cosa mi incuriosiva, mi eccitava. Mi lusingava anche, il fatto che lui volesse proprio me. Per non scappare e per non sentirmi piena di vergogna, pensavo alle bollette, alla spesa da fare. Ai libri e ai vestiti dei figli. Ma erano scuse: chi volevo fregare... in fondo al mio cuore, che già batteva forte per lui, lo volevo anche io! Forse, parlando chiaro tra noi, sarà stata anche la noia del nostro ménage, sai... Egli dopo la chiusura della porta immediatamente si infilava sempre seduto sulla mia stessa sedia dietro di me. Ogni pomeriggio. Iniziò dapprima col mettermi semplicemente una mano nella camicetta.

Su un seno, stimolandomi il capezzolo e l’altra in mezzo alle cosce, fino alle mutande. Mi frugava e mi stimolava. M'annusava baciandomi il collo, rapito dalla passione. Senza dire una parola. Poi sosteneva e massaggiava dolcemente e con delicatezza le mie tette con entrambe le mani. Da sotto la camicetta o la canotta mi accarezzava lascivamente i fianchi dei seni, eccitandomi da impazzire. Mugolavo e lui si ingrifava ancora di più. Mi sussurrava che col mio profumo lo stordivo, che mi desiderava da impazzire. Io ero apparentemente ancora una statua di gesso, fatto salvo il mugolare. Non partecipavo attivamente. Però dovevo sbottonare la camicetta e allargare le gambe per lasciarlo fare.

Inizialmente, mi palpava la fica da sopra gli slip, ancora non aveva il coraggio di scostarli. Sebbene fossi evidentemente bagnata e lui lo sentiva. Dargli il contatto con il mio intimo lo feci io dopo un po’: guidando la sua mano, gli consentii di infilarmi le dita dentro il solco tra le natiche e poi nell'ano. Tanto valeva farlo fare ormai, no? Nella fregna subito a seguire. Mi masturbava per alcuni secondi e poi si ritraeva, un po' si vergognava di quello che stava facendo a una mamma di famiglia. Iniziai quindi un po’ a rilassarmi, a fargli capire che gradivo. Mi eccitava, quella sensazione di potere su un uomo tanto influente, stimato e rispettato.

Toglieva le dita dalla mia fica di donna sposata, le annusava rapito e quindi se le leccava, gemendo a occhi chiusi. Poi mi ringraziava e mi lasciava tornare a casa. Io segretamente speravo ogni giorno che osasse di più. Lo desideravo da impazzire. Dopo qualche giorno dal contatto delle sue dita con il mio ano e la fica, egli si decise: mi ordinò perentoriamente di togliermi la camicetta e di mettermi a cavalcioni sulle sue gambe, in grembo a lui. A torso completamente nudo e seni liberi. Ero imbarazzatissima. Ma nonostante tutto eseguii docilmente, come ipnotizzata dalla sua voce. E... si, confesso: anche totalmente eccitata dall’oscenità e da quel senso di sporco, di proibito di quella situazione.

Ero ormai una donna dal comportamento disdicevole, una vera peccatrice: mi piaceva tutto quello che facevamo e quindi ti stavo tradendo, era ormai chiaro e conclamato. Quanto mi sentivo in colpa, quelle prime volte. Mi slacciava il reggiseno, mi faceva restare a torso nudo e giocava con le mie mammelle. Le leccava dappertutto, se le sbatteva in faccia più volte, si torturava dolcemente e succhiava dai miei capezzoli. Gli piaceva affondare il viso nel mio petto e restarci. Mi ciucciava le tette a lungo e tirava fortissimo. Quasi me le strappava, succhiandole come un ossesso, mettendosele tutte in bocca: con me diventava un bambino viziato e desideroso del seno della madre. Lo accarezzavo, mentre me lo faceva. Devo dirti che è in quel frangente che, sentendomi da tempo un po’ trascurata da te ma nuovamente una femmina molto desiderata e succhiata, leccata a lungo da un maschio, dopo un po’ di volte che lo lasciavo fare, ho iniziato a godere della sua bocca.

Non vedevo l'ora che arrivassero le sei. E iniziai a provare compiacimento, del mio essere diventata una troia. Quindi, dopo il mio rilassamento, fu naturale che quasi subito, sotto i sapienti maneggiamenti e le leccate di seno, ebbi con l’Avvocato il mio primo orgasmo spontaneo. Iniziai a gemere ad alta voce e a dirgli: "oh, caro, caro... fammi godere, fammi quello che vuoi... sono la tua puttana..." Si, ti giuro sui nostri figli che non volevo, non ho iniziato io questo gioco perverso. Ma venire, avere il primo orgasmo con lui, è stato più forte di me. Non riuscivo a soffocare i miei mugolii. A frenare le mie parole. Gli ho detto il mio primo “siii” con tutto il cuore e con la fica. Non ho potuto evitarlo: ho goduto. Molto e veramente.

Lui ha realizzato subito quello che stava accadendo ed è letteralmente impazzito. Non ha potuto resistere e dal giorno dopo quel mio primo orgasmo spontaneo senza penetrazione ha voluto tutto, da me. In quel primo frangente, magico per entrambi, egli infatti non ha voluto approfittare, forse spiazzato da ciò che gli si stava aprendo davanti. Una voragine di perversione e tradimento, di tutti i suoi e miei valori. Un ultimo, labile scrupolo di coscienza: dopotutto lui ti conosce bene e ti stima tantissimo.

Ma il cazzo non sente ragioni. Era un percorso di vera e segreta, fortissima passione per entrambi. Stava rubando la donna a un altro uomo: la faceva godere al posto suo. Così sappi quindi che è da un anno ormai che ogni giorno me lo spompino, glielo prendo in bocca, lo lavoro per bene e lo faccio sborrare. Tantissimo. Ingoio integralmente tutto quello che produce. Gli succhio tutto ciò che ha dentro i coglioni. E più ne ha, più ne ingoio. Glieli strizzo, mentre viene, per fargli un po’ male quando sta sborrando e fargli così capire che lo tengo per le palle.

Dopo circa due mesi, progressivamente e in modo molto discreto quindi, ho iniziato a dargli ordini anche io!!! Eccheccazzo!!! Poi, da lui mi faccio sfondare il culo, anche se a te l'ho dato raramente, lo sai, perché mi fa male. Lui ha il cazzo più grosso del tuo, ma anche se mi fa tanto male, lo voglio, lo desidero. Voglio soffrire per ciò che ti faccio. Devo dire però che quando lui mi sborra dentro le viscere, sento che sono intimamente sua e vengo anche io. Squirto... allago ovunque e poi mi tocca pure pulire!

Mi piace da morire, prenderlo in culo da lui. Allargo le natiche con le mani, per farlo entrare tutto. Come e quando succede: quando gli ultimi clienti del suo studio di affermato penalista sono andati via, io mi spoglio e mi metto sul tappeto. Nuda, a cosce spalancate e voglio che mi lecchi la fica fino alla mia soddisfazione completa. Lui ama inghiottire il mio miele di donna. Malgrado l’età è ancora molto potente e duro. Ah, a proposito: questo ti farà andare fuori dai gangheri non poco! Ho iniziato già dopo un paio di mesi a consentirgli di sborrarmi sul viso.

Aspetta... dai non ti incazzare... siamo pragmatici... si, si: va bene! La cosa del culo... Hai ragione: a te il mio culo non l’ho quasi mai concesso... ma questa situazione ci porta bei soldi, caro mio... e quindi fino a quando non troverai un lavoro stabile e redditizio, devo mantenere il suo interesse per me ben vivo e alto. Perché ti sto facendo questa confessione molto dettagliata... perché te lo devo. E perché ormai di lui e del suo cazzo grosso e insaziabile sappi che sono diventata schiava e mezzo innamorata. Mi piace tanto, prenderlo in culo e in bocca da lui. In fica poi non ne parliamo! Non so più farne a meno.

Non vedi che durante il fine settimana sono sempre nervosa? Non vedo l'ora di rivederlo. Poi, appunto, non è solo colpa mia: perché tu mi devi scopare di più. Devo sentire che mi vuoi come un tempo. Perché a quarant'anni passati da tempo, quasi cinquanta, sento che ho bisogno di più cazzo, nella mia vita: voglio scopare. E ormai voglio farlo con i miei due uomini. Sappi che forse cercherò anche qualche altra avventura extra con uno più giovane, in giro. E tu dovrai lasciarmelo fare. Ne ho bisogno. E comunque dei bei soldi extra che ogni mese il mio datore di lavoro e di cazzo ci allunga, noi non possiamo più fare a meno.

Ecco, ora sai tutto: questa è la materia di cui sono fatte le mie ore di lavoro extra fino alle otto di sera. Non c’è assolutamente nessun impegno per la redazione di cartelle, lettere di diffida, di convocazione, ingiunzioni, ricorsi. Tutte balle che t'ho raccontato. Ma non voglio più mentire. Glielo prendo in corpo in tutti i modi. Rassegnati, se veramente mi ami e non vuoi perdermi. Amo te, certo: ma scopo con lui. E con gran gusto. Mi sono scoperta puttana e felice. Adesso andiamo a letto. Puoi sfondarmi il culo, strizzandomi le tette e chiamandomi a buon diritto troia. Aspetta... almeno arriviamo sul materasso... daiiii... leva quella cazzo di mano dalle mutande e dal mio ano... stupido... si, lo so: profumo di sesso e di paradiso... me lo dici sempre, quando sei arrapato.

RDA

[asshlyyyy]

Unexpected Guests

I don't want anyone to mention my posting schedule. I know I suck, I am very well aware of that. Things get crazy. You think that everything is worked out and squared away, but... it's just... it's all over the place. Daylight savings really messed with me and I have no idea why. I hope you guys like this old draft I ripped from the beginnings. I think this is based off my headcanons with twins. So, you can go ahead and check that out!

Masterlist

Pairing: Elvis (or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Spelling and Grammatical errors most likely. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1.7k

You loved going to each and every single one of Elvis’ concerts. You tried your very best to be at everyone, but then your twins came along and it got harder to be at them. Of course, you were able to go to the ones he held in Memphis… but outside of state was pretty much a definite no. 

Your twins were the complete opposite. Weirdly enough, one of them took after Elvis and one of them took after yourself. Valeria was much like her daddy. She was very outgoing and loved anyone who gave her any sort of attention. Orson was much like you. You were the quiet shy girl. You preferred to be alone than around people. 

The introvert and the extrovert if you will. You were careful when taking your kids out and around. Especially when you were with Elvis, everyone would crowd Elvis just to get a picture, an autograph, or even a smooch off of him. Valeria, well she was. everywhere. Despite your effects of keeping her face away from the line of paparazzi. Orson was much easier than his sister. He usually kept his face tucked into your neck. 

“Valeria! Where’s your brother!” You called out to your two-year-old. You picked up some of the kid's toys and threw them in the basket next to the couch.

“I don knwoah, mama.” She replied back. You let out a sigh and looked over toward the bookshelf. Orson loved to read, well… he loved to look at the pictures. He was only two after all. If he could read… you would be a tad bit concerned. 

You found him sitting tucked under the small fort you helped him build hours prior. You smiled and picked him up. You placed a sweet soft kiss on his cheek and fixed his hair. “There you are.”

“Hai mama,” he giggled.

“Whatcha got there?” You asked as you looked at the book in his hands. “Woah, are those dinosaurs?”

“Wes!” He nodded with a great big smile on his face. It reminded you of Elvis’ smile. They did look a lot like him. 

“Do you know what sound they make?” You asked as you tickled his stomach a bit.

“Roar!” He gave a great big impression of a dinosaur. You let out a gasp, you were quite impressed with your little loveable boy. 

“Yes!” you giggled lightly and put the book away. You had to get to the venue in an hour. You went over to where Valeria played with her dolls and picked her up.

“Mama noi!” She whined as she reached for her dolls again.

“Come on, we have to get ready. Don’t you want to see daddy perform?” You asked her. She quickly turned to look at you.

“Daddy!?”

“Yes, daddy,” you nodded in agreement. You took the twins up to their room to get them all prepped and dressed. “He has a show that’s in town, and he offered for us to come.”

“I wuv daddy!” She squealed and tried to find the most perfect dress. You smiled at her and felt your heart flare with emotions. “I mush wook pwerfec.”

“And you will,” you told her. You placed Orson down on his bed and went to the closet to help her. You grabbed her favorite white dress and held it out. 

Your daughter’s head tilted to the side. She was contemplating if she actually wanted to wear it or go down another direction. She nodded with a big smile and snatched the dress out of your hands. You shook your head gently at her and got together your son’s outfit. He didn’t care much about what he wore as long as he was comfortable.

You helped Valeria get into her dress and made sure she had the perfect bow to go with it. You set her off to play with the toys in the room and went to get Orson ready. You got him dressed in something similar to what Valeria wore. Yes, you were indeed that mother who made her twins match. You thought it was quite cute.

“How baby?” Orson asked you. You looked down at your bump and rubbed it gently. 

“They’re doing great,” you whispered and kissed the top of Orson’s head. Okay, everything was ready. You had their coats, their headphones, and extra snacks packed… Now all you had to do was get ready yourself. Luckily, you picked out your outfit earlier in the day whilst Elvis was still home.

You went ahead and got changed quickly. You then fixed up your hair and makeup before going back over to the twins. You didn’t like to be away from them too long. Mostly due to the fact that Valeria could get a little bit too out of order. Which turns into stressing out Orson and causing him to cry. It was just best if they weren’t together for long without an adult. 

You were not saying she was a bad kid, she was far from that. She just got frustrated easily. Now, that is something she most definitely got from her father. You weren’t even going to argue on that one. You loved all pieces of Elvis, but his anger was one you wish you could get rid of. 

“All right, who’s ready to see daddy?!” You asked the two excitedly.

“Me!” They both replied. You smiled and helped them put on their coats and shoes. You got them out and into the car before you were on your way. 

It didn’t take long to get to the venue. Mostly because you got a special escort. When Elvis was doing a concert you couldn’t move anywhere. It would take at least an extra forty minutes just to get gas or some groceries. Everyone was trying to get in. Everyone was trying to get a peak of the king himself. 

You parked your car next to Elvis’ and got out. You held a smile on your kiss and grabbed your kids from the back seat. You grabbed your bag and headed over to the back door where you knocked. It wasn’t long before someone answered and led you to where Elvis was. 

“Whoa, who are these little animals?” Elvis spoke as he saw you three walk into his dressing room. 

Valeria gasped loudly, “Daddy!” She squealed and let go of our hand. She ran over to her father and threw her arms around him. Elvis smiled and picked up his daughter and held her close.

“Look at you! This is such a pretty dress, princess.” Elvis smiled and kissed the top of her head.

“I picked it out all by myself.” Your daughter spoke proudly of her lie. You let out a lightly laugh and shook your head. You walked over to the couch and helped your son up on it. You made your way over to Elvis with a smile on your face.

“There’s ma beautiful wife.” Elvis smiled and pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your lips. Your daughter ewed at the sight and covered her eyes.

“Hi Elvis,” you greeted him after you pulled away. 

“Hi.”

You guys spent as much time together before Elvis was pulled away to get on stage. You three stayed backstage and watched him from the sidelines. You made sure that your kids had their headphones on and you three enjoyed his singing. 

You held Orson in your arms and kept a strong hand on Valeria. You knew how she was, and she would take any given moment to run out to her father. There was nothing wrong with loving your dad, it just became an issue when you could trip and fall.

It was about halfway through the show, and Elvis was giving the band an introduction. He loved to make sure that people were getting the proper praise for their incredible playing/ singing. You loved that Elvis did that. It showed that the show wasn’t all about him, but the people who play around him. They are the ones who really make it a show. 

“Mrs. Presley,” someone spoke from behind you. You turned and faced the person, a smile on your face.

“Yes?”

“I just had a few questions regarding Elvis’ upcoming tour dates. We just want to make sure they aren’t on any important dates.” They explained. You nodded and looked at the clipboard they were carrying around. 

“I don’t know if these ones will work. The baby is due around that time. We don’t know if they will be early, on time, or late. We just don’t want to risk it.” You pointed to the dates around your baby’s due date. 

“Right, and so then he won’t be able to perform at least for a month or two afterward?” They doubled checked. You nodded agreeing with their statement.

“That is correct. It’s mainly up to Elvis though. It’s his schedule.” You replied. They nodded and wrote down all the information. You felt a tiny hand leave your own and you turned to see a two-year-old running toward her father.

“Valeria!” You called out after her. Elvis must have heard you 'cause he turned his head and found his daughter all the way towards him.

“Hey hey, looks like we got an unexpected guess.” Elvis smiled and picked up his daughter. “Want to say hi?”

“Hi,” Valeria responded with a giggle. You let out a sigh and made your way over to them to grab Valeria back. 

“This is Valeria,” Elvis introduced her. The audience was awed at his precious daughter. “And here comes my wife and son.” 

Orson had his face pressed against your chest. He took one look at the audience and quickly peered away. He wanted nothing to do with them. You gave Elvis a shower look and took Valeria from him.

“This is my son Orson. He’s very shy. Then of course ma beautiful, beautiful wife.” He gave an introduction to your two. You smiled softly toward the fans and apologized once again.

“How bout we sing a song for ‘em?” Elvis suggested as you took the twins away. “Love Me Tender.” He told the guys and they started to get into the song. You smiled softly and watched your husband lovingly. 

Mutual Taglist: @babyhoneypresley, @emmymaehereeeeee, @venus-haze, @austinstyles

[harriswalz4usabybr]

Saturday, August 31, 2024 - Tim Walz

Governors Walz and Laura spent the day campaigning in Kansas, while sporting Ralston High School (or Nebraska) gear due to a friendly bet from the Friday Night Football game up north. The schedule of 'official' events is below.

Topeka, KS Event Location: Kansas State Capitol Event Type: Policy Announcement Event Time: 9:00 - 10:00 CT *Full-text of the speech to follow shortly.

Salina, KS Event Location: Webster Conference Center Event Type: Lunch with Agriculture Industry Leaders Event Time: 12:00 - 15:00 CT *This event was focused on learning more from people we would like to welcome to the new agriculture initiative we want to bring to the state. Leaders from Cargill, Tyson, The Land Institute, American Topsoil, ADM, Syngenta and Nestle were invited to lead the corporate markets portion; Researchers from KSU, WSU, and FHSU who focus on engineering, agriculture, genetics, public health, and Native American history were invited to head up the academic side; Governor Laura Kelly and Congresswoman Sharice Davids were invited to head up the government entity side as were members of the Prairie Band Potawatomi and Kickapoo tribes. Additionally there were speeches, which took place after Governors Walz and Kelly left. These speeches were from special guests as follows; John Steenhuisen Minister of Agriculture from South Africa and Carlos Fávaro Minister of Agriculture and Livestock from Brazil. The event was very high energy and we believe this energy will propel the new initiative forward.

Hays, KS Event Location: Fort Hays State University Event Type: Get Out the Vote Event Time: 17:00 - 20:30 CT *A campaign of door knocking was kicked off on-campus by the Governors but they knocked on many doors off-campus as well. Mail-in ballots were a topic of many discussion and directions on how to apply for mail-in were supplied, but no forms were given out.

~BR~

[scalpcollector]

Comunque state tutti messi malissimo se pensate che harryanthe abbia una qualsiasi chance di essere una coppia che si possa avverare.

Non nego che in HTN non ci fosse tensione sessuale perché c’era, e ce n’era pure troppa. Ma quella è lussuria ragazzi, tutta lussuria.

In che universo Harrow si metterebbe con Ianthe romanticamente? Secondo voi, sinceramente, che senso avrebbe? Non dico neanche “eh no non si deve mettere con Ianthe perché si deve mettere con Gideon!!1!” NO! NON LO DIREI MAI! Però, considerate:

IN CHE CAZZO DI UNIVERSO HAI UNA RAGAZZA CHE CONOSCI DA TUTTA LA VITA, È BELLA, ALTA, FORTE, UNA FANTASTICA SPADACCINA, DIVERTENTE, BONISSIMA, SI SUICIDA PER TE, TI ABBRACCIA E TI BACIA E A TE PIACE E TI MACIULLI IL CRANIO PER RIPORTARLA INDIETRO PERCHÉ LE VUOI UN BENE DELL’ANIMA ED È LA TUA UNICA AMICA E POI, MIRACOLO DIVINO, RITORNA DALL’ALDILÀ E TI METTI CON CAZZO DI IANTHE TRIDENTARIUS

Oh! Ragazzi, ma non dimentichiamoci che:

Ianthe ha già una fidanzata e quella (s)fortunata fanciulla è nientemeno che sua sorella.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Prompt ask: more torturing Air Exec Daddy Kidd please.

Jack opens his office door. He takes one step inside and stops cold. He stares. He takes two steps back and closes his office door.

He finds Buck down at his fort, walking around to check the state of repairs. "Why the fuck is there a goat in my office?" Jack asks.

Buck checks the patch on one of his wings. "Why do you think I know anything about that? Sounds like the terrible trio's work to me."

"It's wearing a diaper. And it has hay. And it's tied up where it can't eat any of my papers. That's how I know you're in on it."

"What? You don't trust Bucky, Curt, or Bubbles to take care of a goat?"

"I trust any of the three of them to try and fuck it," Jack says.

Buck's poker face breaks. He laughs and rubs a hand over his mouth like he's trying to hide it. "They woke me up at dawn. It wandered over from somewhere or they stole it. I honestly couldn't get a straight answer. Curt wanted to set it loose in Harding's office. I talked him out of it."

"By putting it in mine," Jack says.

Buck shrugs, giving Jack a quick smirk. "I dunno. Maybe I was nostalgic for flight school."

Jack tries to keep his face stern, but he can't. It's his turn to hide his smile. "You never told Bucky it was us, did you?"

"And I never will," Buck replies. "It's too much fun watching him get riled up because he still doesn't know who snuck a sheep into the co-pilot's seat."

"Major Kidd!" Harding calls from several feet away. "Why the fuck is there a goat in your office?"

There's a moment of stunned silence up and down the runway, and then everyone's laughing. Jack hears someone shout "The terrible trio does it again!" and pretends not to hear it.

"Sir, if I fucking knew, I'd tell you," Jack says as he turns towards the Colonel."

Harding shakes his head. "Well, at least it's wearing a fucking diaper. Not like those damn chickens in the toolboxes." His face is serious, but Jack can see a smidge of amusement in his eyes. "Come on. Briefing."

"On my way," Jack says. He gives Buck a tap on the arm then jogs over so he can fall into step beside the Colonel. He hears a few goat noises from the ground crew but ignores those as well.

"I sent a private in to take care of it," Harding says. "He's a farm boy. I'm sure the goat will make it home safely."

"Thank you, Sir," Jack replies. "Hopefully, it won't happen again."

"With this crowd, I'm concerned the next thing will be a horse."

Jack chuckles, unable to disagree. "Hope they know how to diaper a horse," he says. "You can't get behind them like you can a goat."

"Well, if they try, we'll know who did it when he's got a bruise in the shape of a hoof," Harding replies.

"Yes, Sir," Jack says. "That's a good point."

[angelap3]

In un villaggio viveva un vecchio molto povero, ma perfino i re erano gelosi di lui perché aveva un bellissimo cavallo bianco; non si era mai visto un cavallo di una simile bellezza, una forza, una maestosità… i re offrivano prezzi favolosi per quel cavallo, ma l’uomo diceva a tutti: “Questo cavallo non è un animale per me, è come una persona. E come si può vendere una persona, un amico?”. L’uomo era povero, la tentazione era forte, ma non volle mai vendere quel cavallo.

Un mattino scoprì che il cavallo non era più nella stalla. L’intero villaggio accorse e tutti dissero: “Vecchio sciocco! Lo sapevamo che un giorno o l’altro ti avrebbero rubato il cavallo. Sarebbe stato molto meglio venderlo. Potevi ottenere il prezzo che volevi. E adesso il cavallo non c’è più, che disgrazia!”.

Il vecchio disse: “Non correte troppo! Dite semplicemente che il cavallo non è più nella stalla. Il fatto è tutto qui: il resto è solo giudizio. Se sia una disgrazia o meno non lo so, perché questo è solo un frammento. Chissà cosa succederà in seguito?”. Ma la gente rideva, avevano sempre saputo che era un po’ matto.

Dopo quindici giorni, una notte, all’improvviso il cavallo ritornò. Non era stato rubato, era semplicemente fuggito, era andato nelle praterie. Ora non solo era ritornato, ma aveva portato con sé una dozzina di cavalli selvaggi.

La gente di nuovo accorse e disse: “Vecchio, avevi ragione tu! Quella non era una disgrazia. In effetti si è rivelata una fortuna”.

Il vecchio disse: “Di nuovo state correndo troppo. Dite semplicemente che il cavallo è tornato, portando con sé una dozzina di altri cavalli… chissà se è una fortuna oppure no? È solo un frammento. Fino a quando non si conosce tutta la storia, come si fa a dirlo? Voi leggete solo una parola in un’intera frase: come potete giudicare tutto il libro?”.

Questa volta la gente non poteva dire nulla, magari il vecchio aveva ragione di nuovo. Non parlavano, ma nell’intimo sapevano bene che il vecchio aveva torto: dodici bellissimi cavalli, bastava domarli e poi si potevano vendere per una bella somma.

Il vecchio aveva un unico figlio, un giovane che iniziò a domare i cavalli selvaggi. E dopo una sola settimana, cadde da cavallo e si ruppe le gambe. Di nuovo la gente accorse, dicendo: “Hai dimostrato un’altra volta di avere ragione! Non era una fortuna, ma una disgrazia. Il tuo unico figlio ha perso l’uso delle gambe, ed era l’unico sostegno della tua vecchiaia. Ora sei più povero che mai”.

Il vecchio disse: “Sempre a dare giudizi, è un’ossessione. Non correte troppo. Dite solo che mio figlio si è rotto le gambe. Chissà se è una disgrazia o una fortuna?… non lo sa nessuno. È ancora un frammento, non ne sappiamo mai di più…”.

Accadde che qualche settimana dopo il paese entrò in guerra, e tutti i giovani del villaggio furono reclutati a forza. Solo il figlio del vecchio fu lasciato a casa perché era uno storpio. La gente piangeva e si lamentava, da ogni casa tutti i giovani erano stati arruolati a forza, e tutti sapevano che la maggior parte non sarebbe mai più tornata, perché era una guerra persa in partenza, i nemici erano troppo potenti.

Di nuovo, gli abitanti del villaggio andarono dal vecchio e gli dissero: “Avevi ragione, vecchio: la tua è stata una fortuna. Forse tuo figlio rimarrà uno storpio, ma almeno è ancora con te. I nostri figli se ne sono andati, per sempre. Almeno lui è ancora vivo, a poco a poco ricomincerà a camminare, magari solo zoppicando un po’…”.

Il vecchio, di nuovo, disse: “Continuate sempre a giudicare. Dite solo che i vostri figli sono stati obbligati a partire per la guerra, e mio figlio no. Chi lo sa… se è una fortuna o una disgrazia. Nessuno lo può sapere veramente. Solo dio lo sa, solo la totalità lo può sapere”.

Non giudicare, altrimenti non sarai mai unito alla totalità.

Sarai ossessionato dai frammenti, vorrai trarre delle conclusioni basandoti solo su dei particolari.

Una volta che hai espresso un giudizio, hai smesso di crescere.

Di fatto, il viaggio non finisce mai.

Un sentiero finisce, e ne inizia un altro.

Una porta si chiude, e un’altra se ne apre…

Tratto da un racconto di Osho