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camisoledadparis · 27 days ago

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … February 4

1893 – A Gay sex scandal begins in Denmark and later Friedrich Hammerich, son of a prominent judge, is arrested. The press claims that Hans Christian Andersen started a seduction chain leading to the present scandal.

Jared French, as painted by his lover Paul Cadmus

1905 – Born: American painter Jared French (d.1988) who devised a pictorial language to explore human unconsciousness and its relation to sexuality. Most of his works consist of strange, statue-like, somnambulant figures with eerily blank facial expressions positioned in austere landscapes and plazas. Rendered in a technique so precise that they seem more real than real, French's paintings capture and maintain the viewer's interest and imagination.

At Amherst College in 1926, French met artist Paul Cadmus, who was briefly his lover and who became a life-long friend. After leaving Amherst, French took a job on Wall Street and then toured Europe with Cadmus between 1931 and 1933. During the 1930s and 1940s, French was a member of the Cadmus circle that included such gay literary and artistic figures as George Platt Lynes, Lincoln Kirstein, George Tooker, Glenway Westcott, and Monroe Wheeler. In 1937, French married artist Margaret Hoening, his and Cadmus's mutual friend. Cadmus did not seem upset with the marriage and the three were soon collaborating as members of the PAJAMA photographic group (the name of which was comprised of the first two letters of each of their given names).

The photographs taken by French, Hoening, and Cadmus are particularly important for documenting the gay and artistic community coalescing at Fire Island in the period from 1937 to 1945.

French's paintings reveal the central role sexuality plays in the artist's conception of humanity. In the tempera painting entitled Washing the White Blood from Daniel Boone (1939), American Indians symbolically wash away Boone's European ancestry to make him part of the collective unconscious. Boone's metamorphosis includes a sexual awakening. Surrounded by incredibly muscular, nearly nude male Indians, he stands in the middle of the canvas, arms outstretched, wearing obtrusively feminine underwear: tight, light pink hip-huggers laced up the center with a dark blue ribbon. This scenario suggests that the painting is an exploration of Jung's concept of man's repressed feminine aspect.

Nest

During the 1960s, French radically altered his imagery. He began drawing fantastic biomorphic creatures that, on closer inspection, are fragments of human torsos, heads, pelvises, and genitalia emerge. French made paintings out of only a few of these arresting drawings. In one such work, entitled Nest (1968-1969), a mass of fleshy, cartilaginous forms appears to mutate atop a seaside cliff. Somewhat horrifically, this hermaphroditic creature, made up of orifices, buttocks, faces, and spines, seems to have impregnated itself and is hatching its egg on a nest of flesh and bone.

In the latter part of his career, French fell out of favor with art critics and art collectors. At the end of his life, he was living in Rome, virtually in seclusion.

de Rede with Marie-Helene Rothschild, Liz Taylor and Liza Minnelli

1922 – Oskar Dieter Alex von Rosenberg-Redé, 3rd Baron von Rosenberg-Redé (d.2004), also known as Alexis, Baron de Redé, was a prominent French banker, aristocrat, aesthete, collector, and socialite. In 2003, he was appointed a commandeur of the Ordre des Arts et des Lettres for his restoration of the Hôtel Lambert where he was known for hosting opulent costume balls. Involved in horse racing, in 1972 he won the Prix de Diane and came in second at the Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe.

Oskar Dieter Alex von Rosenberg-Redé was born in Zurich, Switzerland, the third and youngest child of Oskar Adolf Rosenberg, Baron von Rosenberg-Redé, a banker from Austria-Hungary.He had two siblings. Born in 1919, his brother Hubert von Rosenberg-Redé was the heir to the barony, while his sister Marion von Rosenberg-Redé (born 1916) was handicapped.

The children were brought up Protestant and raised in a 16-room hotel suite at the Dolder Grand Hotel in Zurich, attended by a great many maids, nannies, porters, and valets. Their father visited occasionally. As their finances decreased with the onset of World War II, they moved into a two-bedroom suite. Diagnosed with leukemia, their mother died in 1931, when Redé was nine years old. Redé and his brother were then sent to be educated together at Institut Le Rosey in Switzerland.

On account of bankruptcy, his father committed suicide in 1939 at the family's estate (Villa Rosin) in the Austrian town of Kaumberg. Living on an insurance policy income of $200 a month, Redé moved to New York City, where he briefly attempted to acquire American citizenship. He traveled to California to work for an antique dealer, where he earned money to support his sister and befriended Elsie de Wolfe (known as Lady Mendl), as well as Salvador Dalí. He returned in New York in 1941.[8] His brother committed suicide in 1942 in Hollywood, California, whereupon Redé became the third and last Baron von Rosenberg-Redé, which was typically abbreviated as Baron de Redé in France.

In a New York restaurant, the 19-year-old Redé caught the eye of businessman Arturo López Willshaw and they became lovers in 1941. A married Chilean millionaire, Lopez-Willshaw lived with his wife Patricia Lopez Huici in a lavishly decorated house in Neuilly, France and was "famous for his extravagant costume entertainments." Shortly after they became a couple, Lopez-Wilshaw allegedly offered Redé $1 million to return with him to France.

By his own account, Redé was largely uninterested in affection or sex, and had only ever loved a Polish classmate at Le Rosey, an interest he never acted on. Redé was romantically involved with Arturo Lopez-Willshaw until Lopez-Wilshaw's death in 1962. Upon meeting Lopez-Wilshaw, Redé recollected losing his virginity to the man at the "sleazy" hotel Winslow on East 55th Street.

As Redé recalled of the beginning of the relationship, "I was not in love. But I needed protection, and I was aware that he could provide this." In addition, he observed, "The money gave me the security I craved, and it would also enable me to look after my handicapped sister."

After their move to Paris, Lopez-Wilshaw unofficially lived with Redé at the Hôtel Lambert while maintaining a formal residence with his wife in Neuilly.

With his wealth deriving from his lover, Redé's social notoriety rested on being a kept man. In 1953, author Christian Mégret published Danaé, a popular roman à clef based on Redé's and Lopez-Willshaw's life together. The racy details were provided by one of their close friends and Mégret's companion, Princess Ghislaine de Polignac. Lopez-Willshaw promptly banned Polignac from his home, although Redé later relented and became friends again.

Redé maintained his apartment at the Hotel Lambert throughout his later years, remaining an active host. He died suddenly at the home of a friend, Carmen Saint, at the age of 82, of heart issues. Redé's estate, notably the contents of his apartment at the Hôtel Lambert, was auctioned after his death by Sotheby's and realized £5.2 million. His memoirs, Alexis: The Memoirs of the Baron de Redé, were published posthumously in 2005.

1938 – Martin Greif was born in the Bronx, New York and was an editor, publisher, writer and lecturer. (d.1996)

In 1982 he published a book called The Gay Book of Days – 'An evocatively illustrated who's who of who is, was, may have been, probably was, and almost certainly seems to have been gay during the past 5,000 years'. The book was published in the UK in 1985. This history and many other blogs and sites have used it as a starting point.

Martin Greif also published and edited a large number of other books, mostly through the two publishing houses he and his partner founded, Main Street Press in the US and Orchard Hill Press in Ireland.

He spent his latter years with his longtime work and life partner, Lawrence Grow, in County Cork, Ireland. Larry Grow died from an AIDS-related stroke in 1991 and Martin Greif died from AIDS in 1996.

Evan Wolfson (R) and Cheng He wedding

1957 – Born: Evan Wolfson is an American attorney and gay rights advocate. He is the founder and executive director of Freedom to Marry, a group favoring same-sex marriage in the United States. Wolfson, who many consider to be the father and leader of the same-sex marriage movement, authored the book Why Marriage Matters; America, Equality, and Gay People's Right to Marry, which Time Out New York magazine called, "Perhaps the most important gay-marriage primer ever written..."

Returning to the United States after his service in the Peace Corps in Togo, Wolfson entered Harvard Law School. His interest in glbtq rights led him to discover John Boswell's book Christianity, Social Tolerance, and Homosexuality (1980), which had a profound impact on him.

Wolfson took an important step in his personal life: he came out to his family. Describing the moment to reporter Mark S. Warnick, he stated,

"I think they were all surprised. I think that their main reaction was sadness, that I was not going to have the kind of life they expected and were familiar with. But they were always loving and supportive. They're very proud of what I do and they've always been there for me.

From 1989 until 2001 Wolfson worked full-time at Lambda Legal Defense and Education Fund, a gay rights advocacy non-profit. He directed their Marriage Project and coordinated the National Freedom to Marry Coalition, the forerunner to Freedom to Marry. Wolfson co-wrote a brief in Baehr v. Miike, in which the Supreme Court of Hawaii said prohibiting same-sex marriage in the state constituted discrimination, and worked on Baker v. Vermont, the Vermont Supreme Court case that led to the creation of civil unions in Vermont by the state legislature as a compromise between Wolfson's group and those objecting to same-sex marriage. Wolfson called the unions a "wonderful step forward," but not enough.

Wolfson appeared before the United States Supreme Court in 2000, to argue on behalf of Scoutmaster James Dale in the landmark case Boy Scouts of America v. Dale, in which the Court ruled that the Boy Scouts organization had the right to expel Dale for revealing that he was gay. The Court ruled 5-4 against Dale, but Wolfson, said, "We are succeeding in getting people to rethink how they feel about gay people."

On April 30, 2001, Wolfson left Lambda to form Freedom to Marry. Wolfson described his vision for the new organization: "I'm not in this just to change the law. It's about changing society. I want gay kids to grow up believing that they can get married, that they can join the Scouts, that they can choose the life they want to live."

He is adamant that victory means the right to marry, not to have different and less beneficial systems such as civil unions or domestic partnerships for gay and lesbian citizens. "You don't ask for half a loaf," he declared. "We don't need two lines at the clerk's office when there's already an institution that works in this country, and it's called marriage. One of the main protections that come with marriage is inherent in the word: certainly in times of crisis any other word than marriage would not bring the same clarity or impart the same dignity."

Wolfson takes inspiration from the words of Gandhi on the process of change: "First they ignore you. Then they laugh at you. Then they fight you. Then you win."

Wolfson and his partner (now husband), Cheng He, a Canadian-born microbiologist, reside in New York.

Fittingly, Wolfson and Freedom to Marry were deeply involved in the successful struggle to achieve marriage equality in the Empire State. Freedom to Marry became a founding member of the New Yorkers United for Marriage coalition, which was put together by Governor Andrew Cuomo to forge a coherent strategy to build support for marriage equality in the state. Freedom to Marry invested over $1,000,000 in the campaign, including more than $500,000 for television, newspaper ads, and direct mail, and over $100,000 in polling, all aimed at making sure legislators heard from the couples affected, their loved ones, and the 58% of New Yorkers who supported the freedom to marry.The New York legislature finally passed the marriage equality bill in a historic vote on June 24, 2011.

Wolfson and Dr. Cheng He were married in New York City on October 15, 2011. They have been a couple since 2002. In an interview with Nate Schweber of the New York Times for a feature story on their marriage, Wolfson said, "For me, getting married is not about making a political statement; it's about wanting to build a life together, wanting to have protections for one another, wanting to make a commitment in front of your family and friends, just like everyone else."

1974 – Lee Pearson CBE is a 10-times paralympic games gold medallist having represented British para-equestrianism in Sydney, Athens, Beijing and London. He also has six world-championship and three European titles.

Pearson was born with arthrogryposis multiplex congenita and first came to public attention in 1980 when then-British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher carried him up stairs in 10 Downing Street having awarded him a 'Children of Courage' medal. He currently lives in Bagnall, Staffordshire.

He turned professional after he was inspired by the Atlanta Olympics. He won three gold medals in the championship dressage, freestyle dressage, and team dressage events at the 2000, 2004 and 2008 Summer Paralympics. He won gold in the team dressage event at the 2012 Summer Paralympics, silver in the championship dressage and bronze in the freestyle.

He noted after his failure to win gold in the freestyle competition in London that he had been voted down by the British judge but said that he would compete at the 2016 Summer Paralympics in Rio, on a different horse.

Lee Pearson CBE currently is the title holder of no less than 34 Gold medals at European, World and Paralympic level. Probably making him the most successful Equestrian Athlete ever.

Pearson runs his own dressage yard in Staffordshire and teaches many around the countryIn August 2012 the Independent reported that Lee had a new, 18 year-old boyfriend Ben after "He broke up with [Lincolnshire fireman Mark] Latham in February [2012] and is now in the process of a messy divorce" from their civil partnership which began in August 2010. Mark Latham responded to explain, "Mr. Pearson is not 'ending' the Civil Partnership as I am the one petitioning against him on the grounds of unreasonable behaviour."

In 2014, ahead of a planned trip to decry anti-gay propaganda at the Sochi Winter Olympics, Pearson almost dared Russian President Vladimir Putin to throw him in jail, becoming one of the UK's highest-profile gay athletes.

1975 – The first Gay-oriented television commercial in the U.S. aired on two network affiliate stations in Washington D.C.. Lambda Rising Bookstore sponsored the ads on episodes of Phil Donahue and Marcus Welby, M.D. Stations balked at airing the ads, but relented after getting approval from the Association of Broadcasters Standards Office.

1981 – U.S. Congressman Jon Hinson is arrested for performing an act of "oral sodomy" with a twenty-eight-year-old man in the restroom of a House of Representatives office building. He pleads no contest and is given a thirty-day suspended sentence. Following his 1981 resignation, he became an LGBT activist in metropolitan Washington D.C.Hinson died of respiratory failure resulting from AIDS in Silver Spring, Maryland, in 1995 at the age of fifty-three.

2010 – The national parliament of Albania passed a comprehensive LGBT rights law. The bill does not include marriage equality as had been promised by the president, but the Albanian Alliance against the Discrimination of the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender (LGBT) welcomed the law as a powerful legal tool to protect against any kind of discrimination.

2017 – The Movie, Kept Boy, written by Robert Rodi, is released.

Robert Rodi (b.1956) is an American writer and author of satiric novels and comic books.

Robert Rodi was born 'in a cosy middle-class suburb of Chicago, right around the time cosy middle-class suburbs were feeling the firsts blasts of scorn from the burgeoning counterculture. Twenty-two years later, he earned a bachelor's degree in Philosophy just as the curtain went up on the hyper-materialist Reagan era. Not long afterwards, he came out of the closet just as gay men were dealt the first crushing blow of the AIDS crisis … It was thus perhaps inevitable he turned to writing comedy.'

His first novel, Fag Hag, was published in 1991 and was swiftly translated into Italian, French, German, and Japanese. It was followed in quick succession by Closet Case (1992), What They Did to Princess Paragon (1994), Drag Queen (1995), Kept Boy (1997) and Bitch Goddess (2002) and When You Were Me (2007).

Rodi's shorter fiction can be found in a number of anthologies, including Men On Men 5, His, and Sandman: Book of Dreams. His novella Glad, Gladder, Gladys was serialised online at USAToday.com. His literary criticism has appeared in the pages of The Chicago Tribune, The Los Angeles Times, NewCity, and The Harvard Gay and Lesbian Review.

Rodi is the creator of several comic-book series, including 4 Horsemen, Codename: Knockout, and The Crossovers. He was a founding member of the Chicago-based gay performance art troupe, The Pansy Kings, who were active throughout the 1990s, and he wrote sketches for the Live Bait Theater's revues Junk Food and Dear Jackie: The Queen of Camelot Remembered.

Rodi still lives in Chicago, in a century-old Queen Anne house with his partner Jeffrey Smith and a constantly shifting number of dogs.

Warner Brothers took an option on his novel Kept Boy, and Rodi adapted it it for the screen with David Ozanich. It was released in 2017 to mixed reviews.

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sgiandubh · 10 months ago

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The case against 'sharenting'

Yesterday, an Anon @bat-cat-reader got made me think. Long and hard, far and wide - research included.

Here is the Anon: https://www.tumblr.com/bat-cat-reader/750859423333908480/lo-bueno-de-estar-revisando-redes-constantemente?source=share . I wanted to piggyback first, then I realized the issue was way more important than the person in question. And decided to post everything separately.

Loved this very matter of fact, calm Anon and I totally agree with what was said about overexposing a child online.

This sudden surge of completely inappropriate information about that child raised an eyebrow, and then some more. It begs, as always when dealing with minors, the question of privacy, as opposed to using their image for what obviously is self-promotion. And more generally, what is called 'sharenting', a portmanteau combining 'sharing' (info) and 'parenting' that was quite recently invented by The Wall Street Journal to describe a more and more widespread phenomenon.

That some parents would just love to have and even share digital mementoes of their child(ren) is apparently ok. Others, however, choose to monetize their kids, turning them into a sales argument. I am still floored at such disingenuous choices, that might have serious consequences for their future. And I am not the only one, mind you: a 2018 report by England's Children Commissioner, the leading government official competent for protecting and promoting children's rights, found out that parental digital oversharing is a high risk behavior for the child.

Short term, as in identity theft ...

... to long term, as in lost academic or professional opportunities - the 2018 warning made only more compelling by the recent AI craze:

[Source: England's Children Commissioner Report 'Who Knows What About Me?', 2018 - online: https://assets.childrenscommissioner.gov.uk/wpuploads/2018/11/cco-who-knows-what-about-me.pdf]

You'll find this very recent article from The Guardian absolutely enlightening, too. I certainly did: https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2024/feb/26/son-social-media-parents-children

Particularly this - I am not a mom, so Mordor bitches will certainly point this salient detail out, you see. But maybe this journalist mom's POV could give them (and maybe even other people) pause:

Pedophile. Quite chilling, right? Pedophile rings actively searching for children photos inadvertently being shared online, to feed sick obsessions worldwide (do not be parochial and think those pics must be of an ambiguous nature!). Instagram being currently in very hot water for its strange content promoting algorithm, allowing pedophiles to easily access children photos and personal data, based on exif. Digital kidnapping, as in criminals pretending to be the child's parents, for various financial or pathological reasons.

Think I am a stupid, stupid shipper with an agenda? Then so is the US House of Representatives Energy and Commerce Commission. Last year, a joint statement has been released by two if its members (and before Mordor starts screeching about 'the MAGA mommies obsession for pedophilia', let it be said it is a bipartisan, Democrat and Republican initiative), about the fact that 'Instagram hosts a vast network of pedophilic content and that its algorithms are actively driving users to this content':

[Source: https://energycommerce.house.gov/posts/pallone-rodgers-demand-answers-from-instagram-after-reports-the-platform-is-driving-users-to-child-sex-abuse-material]

It followed a long report on Instagram's less than responsible practices in the matter, published by The Wall Street Journal, not your next door digital gossip rag (subscribers only, but you'll have an idea: https://www.wsj.com/articles/instagram-vast-pedophile-network-4ab7189?st=mbga8lpdddfm5dh&reflink=desktopwebshare_permalink)

Mark this statement: 'It is clear these companies cannot be trusted to protect children on their platforms'. I, not even a mom (but an aunt, a friend and a godmother, too), cannot even start to express my disgust at the hypocrisy of barely hiding children's faces on a certain blog, but at the same time allowing rabid speculation about a child's whereabouts, based on what is clearly a case of sharenting. All the mothers, grandmothers and aunts commenting under that post would have to take a long, hard look at themselves in a mirror. And also ask themselves why they allowed their personal fantasy to get an upper hand on common sense?

That is a terrible, terrible shame. And then people wonder why is C not sharing anything? Would you share your kid(s) to that mob? I wouldn't and it is my strong belief no mother in her right mind would.

Last but not least, reckless digital behavior comes with risks, costs and consequences. Including legal ones, taking into account what very probably is some loose, rather informal agreement of co-parenting (as opposed to a stricter, 50/50 shared custody system), as per Scottish family law. Something I shall briefly try to explain, for context purposes only:

Unlike many other legal systems in the world, the 1995 Scottish Children Act has a slightly different approach to custody (or what they call 'residence'), in which the child's best interest, as well as the parents' own agreement (called a Parenting Plan) are paramount. By the same token, it does not matter if the parents were married or just common law partners, for example. This allows for less cumbersome living and financial arrangements, provided the two parties agree, and also for quicker procedures, as the law does not encourage parents to go to Court, if an agreement has been reached ('no-order principle'). Mediation and legal assistance services are readily available to make every particular case fit in the local Parenting Plan framework. On the other hand, because in legal matters all things are (must be, really) symmetrical, it is relatively easy to have parental rights and responsibilities enforced (example: issue an order stipulating to cease and desist from posting on Instagram), or even removed, in Court. While removal is a bit of a hassle (supporting statements are required, either from an independent witness/not a relative or Social Welfare Services), the enforcement is way easier and just requires a basic contradictory procedure in Court.

For example, a child's proven overexposure on the Internet can very well be successfully contended in Court, if things go South. Especially in an emotionally loaded local context:

[Source: https://news.sky.com/story/seven-members-of-paedophile-gang-guilty-of-running-monstrous-child-sex-abuse-ring-13008082 - you read the article if you want, it's brutal]

I am not saying this will happen. What I am trying to say is simply that nobody (and I repeat: nobody) should play with fire, like this. Neither the parent, nor the public. This is a plea for decency across the dashboard I strongly felt I should make, if others won't.

No shitshow, no fantasy, no obsession should ever put a child's life at potential risk like that. You see, children are rarely asked if they would like to be shown off as circus monkeys.

#anon #fandom #shitshow #Instagram #sharenting #legal #business

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ammi515 · 19 days ago

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Tell us some funfacts about your cq oc's.

Some funfact about this fella,

For its name “lichi” I came out thinking of “limb copier” since it can copy other mimes limbs and voice,

It usually never show its own limbs and always copy other mimes ones

It’s hair are made by a piace of every mimes(the main mimes) the “horns” are from redes and foxgloves hair

I came out with it since before was meant to be my oc nala(the Lengrat) that before was a “Freon” but when wire come out explaining eith the lengrats I made that nala its its host and lichi her mime

The simble and eye that it have can change in base of its fellings but mostly have the spiral

It’s puppet its inspired to

“Zolo a-go-go play sculpture” that is a old game with changeable parts, since its a limb copier the concept its that it can always change and almost never be the same

Here some fun facts about lichi for you

#colorquest #colorquest ocs #colorquest oc #copier #mime oc #fun facts

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tomhardymyking · 1 year ago

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Did you know the audience of 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒐𝒈𝒔, which was hosted by 𝗣𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝗢'𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗱𝘆 (may he rest in peace 🙏🏻) is "asking" on social media for 𝗧𝗼𝗺 to replace him? 😯

Don't missread it, he is irreplaceable. What they mean is that they want him to take over, you know what I mean 😅

In my opinion, it would be great, since he loves dogs 💖 And we would also see more of him 😏

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¿Sabías que la audiencia de 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒐𝒈𝒔, que lo llevaba 𝗣𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝗢'𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗱𝘆 (que en paz descanse 🙏🏻) está "pidiendo" por redes sociales que 𝗧𝗼𝗺 lo sustituya? 😯

No lo malinterpretéis, es insustituible. Lo que quieren decir es que sea él quien tome el relevo, ya me entendéis 😅

En mi opinión estaría genial, con lo que él ama los perros 💖 Y además le veríamos más 😏

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#tom hardy #edward thomas hardy #for the love of dogs #world animal day #día de los animales #día mundial de los animales #2016 #paul o'grady #paul ogrady #my edits #mis edits

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theambitiousj · 7 months ago

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Now It's Afternoon é um programa sensacionalista que passa no final da tarde, conhecido por espalhar as fofocas dos famosos sem checar fonte, fazer publicidade de produtos questionáveis e entrevistar pessoas peculiares. Passa na TV aberta e qualquer um pode assistir, fazendo bastante sucesso entre as donas de casa.

Quando anunciaram que o convidado do dia era Jawie Peralta, não houve muita comoção para quem não fazia ideia de quem era ele. O que chamou a atenção foi o apelo que fizeram nas redes sociais sobre o cara bonitinho que alegava ser um viajante no tempo e que tinha ido voltado de 2402, atraindo a atenção de pessoas interessadas, místicos, pessoas que eram facilmente enganadas e pessoas que não tinham muito o que fazer.

Jawie trajava uma espécie de roupa medieval steampunk em ambas as matérias. A primeira era o clichê do sensacionalismo. Jogos de câmera, música dramática, narração instigante, uma sala escura e somente ele em foco. Feito pra impressionar mesmo, pra atrair e manter a audiência lá no alto enrolando e s repetindo a todo momento.

A segunda foi a ação. Jawie estava no programa sentado junto aos 3 apresentadores, tendo a host a Sonia Abel, uma mulher ruiva de cabelos lisos e uma expressão impactada. E essa foi a parte assustadora. Jawie falava várias coisas para além de 2024, como o fato de que no futuro o mundo tinha voltado pra monarquia e estava rolando um reality show onde a princesa francesa precisava escolher com quem ela casaria dentre 50 candidatas. Era assustador também a forma como ele falava, a forma como escolhia as palavras certas pra fazer o mais cético duvidar, isso acompanhado do típico sorriso canalha que poucos aprenderam a desviar.

Tudo poderia, e provavelmente era visto como apenas um show para a maior parte do público, mas não pra quem estava ali. Não depois que Jawie puxou a Alexa e começou a perguntar várias coisas sobre o futuro, e quando questionado sobre a fraude, tirou sua carta da manga: perguntou como morreu um dos apresentadores que tinha acabado de ser diagnosticado com câncer e ninguém até então sabia. A forma como Leo ficou, o estado de choque e como desatou a chorar depois era real demais pra desmentir o que Jawie falou, fazendo o clima ficar tenso demais no estúdio e dividindo opiniões entre os telespectadores.

A pior - ou melhor - parte era que ele não deixou de sorrir, inclusive o fazendo com mais orgulho de si do que antes.

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officialchimmie · 11 months ago

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I was dead ass supposed to finish this a while ago, but I didn't feel like it. So have like.. unfinished art

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creaturefeaster · 9 months ago

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Do mimes need to sleep while in host?

They don't need need to, but the urge is there nonetheless and typically mimes don't enjoy long bouts of darkness, and sleep is a good way to pass those moments by.

Depending on the host, the drive for sleep can be heavier or lighter. Some mimes like Jarna in host have a great desire to sleep when the body thinks it needs it, and it's hard for her to resist the urge. Others like Uppsulka in host can completely surpress the need and stay awake for however long she desire.

The bodies may not function as efficiently without sleep, but a mime is supplying the energy to the body after all, so as stated previously, there is no true need.

#brambleramble #rede ends up loving naps #jarna is a heavy sleeper #ching gets a bit loopy if he doesn't go dormant in the dark #foxglove actually develops a 'bad' sleeping habit out of host because of how habitually she slept in host #so she 'sleeps' in true form #awake but with her eyes closed while forcing herself to dream

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lousylambsblog · 2 months ago

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can u draw host rede with their glasses....

#colorquest #art #cq #digital art #fanart #cq rede #rede #god rede ure ugly /aff #doodles

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1dpreferencesbr · 2 years ago

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Imagine com Niall Horan

Punishmant

N/a: Demorou mas chegouuuuuuu! Me perdoem pela demora! Estava na casa dos meus sogros e não queria editar um imagine hot no computador deles kkkkkkkkk espero que gostem!

Inspirado nesse vídeo aqui.

Diálogos: Eu não gosto que me digam o que fazer a menos que esteja nu. / É difícil dizer não para você quando... Porra, quando você faz isso tão bem.

Avisos: contém palavras de baixo calão, sexo explícito, provocação, +18

Digitei de forma apressada uma mensagem para assessora de Niall, observando o meu namorado pela tela da televisão da sala. Vi quando recebeu um bilhete e fez menção de obedecer ao meu pedido.

— Não! — Ele disse alto. — Alguém me mandou abotoar a camisa. — Falou causando risada nos hosts do podcast.

— Acho que você deveria abrir mais um. — A mulher que eu não lembrava o nome pronunciou, me deixando ainda mais brava.

— Você deveria se curvar, assim aparece mais. — Alguém disse e ele o fez, causando ainda mais algazarra no estúdio.

— Quem pediu para abotoar? — O moreno perguntou. A câmera vira, mostrando a equipe por trás.

— Foi a S/N. — Chelsea murmurou.

— Quem é S/N? — A apresentadora perguntou.

— A minha namorada. — Niall disse dando uma risada. Um coro de piadas se estendeu por alguns minutos antes deles voltarem ao assunto anterior.

Saí do meu banho me sentindo completamente relaxada. Vesti uma camisola de tecido confortável e estava terminando de passar hidratante nos braços quando a porta do quarto se abriu. Niall me abraçou por trás, afundando o nariz no meu pescoço.

— Cheirosa. — Elogiou baixinho. Me virei para dar um beijo em seus lábios, até ver a camisa com os botões ainda abertos, me lembrando da raiva de algumas horas atrás.

Nunca fui o tipo ciumenta, e no fundo me sentia ridícula pelo sentimento. Mas, porra, precisava mesmo aparecer em rede internacional com mais da metade do peito á mostra?

— Sai. — Resmunguei empurrando seus ombros, mas Niall não me soltou. Ele afundou os dedos no tecido da camisola, me puxando para ainda mais perto.

— Eu não gosto que me digam o que fazer a menos que esteja nu. — Provocou, a boca tão próxima à minha que nossos lábios se esbarravam enquanto ele falava.

— Ah é? — Resmunguei. — E eu não gosto de exibicionistas. — Me afastei, indo para o outro lado do quarto. Já não estava mais com raiva, mas aquele jogo era divertido e eu não queria que acabasse tão cedo.

— Nem quando a exibição é para você?

— Não era pra mim. — Cruzei os braços. Niall respirou fundo, os orbes azuis cravados em mim.

— Não consigo pensar direito quando você está tão gostosa. — Murmurou manhoso, se aproximando.

— Desculpa, querido, não estou a fim hoje. — Menti descaradamente. Niall me olhou com os olhos estreitos, um sorrisinho sacana dançando em seus lábios.

— Não está mesmo? — Provocou me puxando, grudando meu corpo ao seu. — Por que eu acho que se colocar a mão na sua calcinha, ela vai estar molhada. — O tom mais do que malicioso eriçou meus pelos. Aproximei a boca de sua orelha, pressionando os seios contra seu peito.

— Que calcinha? — Sussurrei, sorrindo ao ver o arrepio em sua pele. Passando um braço em minha cintura para me manter no lugar, Niall levou a mão livre até o meios das minhas pernas, confirmando o que eu acabara de falar.

— Safada. — Mordeu meu lábio inferior com força, me puxando por ele para um beijo pegando fogo. Abri os dois botões que faltavam e empurrei o tecido da camisa para o chão.

Niall apertou minha bunda por baixo da camisola, me fazendo gemer contra a sua boca. Estava molhada, excitada e ansiosa por ele. Empurrei meu namorado com força, fazendo-o cair sentado na cama. Me coloquei de joelhos à sua frente, dando o meu melhor sorriso malicioso ao levar as mãos até o botão da calça social.

Meu namorado se mostrou tão ansioso quanto eu, se livrando das peças que o cobriam com maestria. A cabeça rosada do pau implorando por uma lambida. Deixei um rastro molhado com a língua por toda sua extensão, arrancando um gemido sofrido de sua boca. Suguei lentamente, do jeito que eu sabia que o torturava, recebendo uma série de palavrões em resposta.

Saboreei o gosto masculino, chupando o mais lento que podia, levando-o fundo apenas para tirar de novo.

— Você vai me matar assim. — Niall já estava ofegante, me deixando ainda mais molhada.

Afastei a boca do pau delicioso, lubrificando meus próprios dedos com saliva antes de levar até a boceta necessitada. Gemi baixinho, acariciando meu clitóris em círculos antes de cair de boca novamente, agora em um ritmo muito mais necessitado.

— Caralho. — Murmurou, jogando a cabeça para trás por um segundo, mas voltando a me olhar. — Meu pau na sua boca é uma obra de arte, amor.

Eu amava como Niall podia ser obsceno na hora do sexo, o que contrastava totalmente com o homem respeitoso e amoroso que ele vendia para suas fãs. Engasguei quando o senti bater na garganta, mas não desisti, indo fundo mais uma vez. Palavrões misturados com gemidos escapavam da boca que me provocou mais cedo.

O senti ficar mais duro, sua pélvis mexia sozinha. Niall estava a ponto de gozar. Me ergui, ouvindo seus resmungos. Limpei a lubrificação que havia escapado, sugando os dedos em seguida. Era viciada nesse gosto.

Sem deixar que ele tomasse as rédeas, ajoelhei na cama. Uma perna de cada lado de suas coxas, esfregando a minha boceta totalmente molhada em seu pau.

Senti seus dedos afundarem na minha bunda e sua boca deixar um chupão no meu pescoço. Queria provocá-lo mais, mas meu autocontrole já havia fugido de mim há tempos.

Levei uma das mãos entre nossos corpos, posicionando seu pau na minha entrada. Afundei tudo de uma só vez, gritando com a invasão deliciosa.

Apoiei as duas mãos em seus ombros para ter uma mobilidade maior. Subindo e descendo ao meu bel prazer. O suor escorria em minhas costas, mas minhas coxas ardiam, mas eu não iria parar. Não até fazê-lo perder o controle.

— Porra linda, sua boceta me toma tão bem. — Desferiu um tapa ardido na minha bunda, me fazendo gemer ainda mais. Niall se empurrava contra mim, o barulho molhado do nosso sexo era a trilha sonora perfeita.

Os gemidos sofridos e as estocadas fora de ritmo me avisaram que Niall estava a ponto de gozar novamente. Diminui meu ritmo drasticamente. Ondulando o quadril devagar.

— Vai continuar se exibindo por aí? — Provoquei, levando-o para dentro. — Responde, amor. — Sobe. Desce. Sobe. Desce. — Se você não responder, vou parar. — Ameacei.

— É difícil dizer não para você quando... Porra, quando você faz isso tão bem. — Sussurrou as palavras com dificuldade, levando uma das mãos até minha nuca, me puxando para um beijo necessitado.

Voltei ao ritmo inicial, ouvindo o som da minha bunda batendo contra suas coxas. Niall gemia contra a minha boca, erguendo o quadril me fazendo senti-lo ainda mais fundo.

— Porra, assim mesmo, amor. — Ele quase gritou, fechando os olhos com força.

Não sei de onde a força vinha, me sentia exausta, mas precisava continuar, estava tão perto.

Sobe.

Desce.

Sobe.

Dece.

Mais um tapa ardido. Mordidas fortes em meu lábio inferior e gemidos que me faziam escorrer ao redor do cacete enterrado até o talo em mim.

Niall levou os dedos ágeis de guitarrista ao meu clitóris, me acariciando do jeito que ele sabe que me faz explodir. É o meu fim.

Um gemido alto escapa, sinto minhas paredes apertando-o forte quando apoio a cabeça em seu ombro, derrotada pelo orgasmo alucinante. Ele se empurra mais uma, duas, três vezes. E então me enche, gozando tão forte que eu sinto escorrer para fora.

— Caralho. — Ele diz com dificuldade.

— Lembre muito bem disso aqui, se eu ver você se exibindo, vai ficar um mês sem. — Avisei, deixando um beijo leve em seus lábios.

— Você é má. — Reclamou.

— E você adora. — Saliento o óbvio, fazendo-o rir.

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