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geo-winchester · 4 years ago

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I got your back (2)

Summary: while Santiago go to get his team back, Yn stay on Colombia but thing get complicated when she has an unexpected visit.

A/N: hi! I know it’s been a long since I post but now I’m an intern on a hospital and sometimes is difficult to write but I write every time I can and I’ll try to post more, I hope you like this!

Warnings: a little smut and swearings.

Part 1

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Yn was sat on the edge of Santiago’s bed as she saw how him fill a suitcase for his trip. After he gave her all the information of Lorea and everything they know about the house they start to made a plan, the first thing they need to do was a recognition mission, look at the place and see al the exits they could use but they cant do it alone, so he text his old team for this mission.

-Are you sure you’ll be fine by your own?- she roll her eyes as she smiled.

-Remember I can beat you on fight, babe- she said with a wink, he nodded but she saw he still was a little distracted, she stand in front of him and took his hand -Hey everything is going to be fine, I can handle myself beside you need someone who cover your informant tracks.

-Fine- he said as he keep packing his cloths.

-you know its been a while since I was here, we always stay at my place...

-That’s because you always complain that you cant find anything in my kitchen- he gave her a quick kiss -or my bathroom- he kiss her again.

-But here I have more choices of your shirts- she said with a wink.

The next day she take him to the airport so he could go to his hometown and convince his friends to join them on the mission as she try to clear everything for the recognition mission, she make a fake trail of her informant and try to found any evidence of what they now but when she didnt found anything her she knew that she was telling the true about Diego. It’s been a couple of days since Santiago was on his hometown and she’s been doing her best to act normal, and she was happy to finally had a day off from the police station but when someone knock at her door she had a bad feeling as she walk to the door, when she opened her door Diego was outside of the apartment she knew something was wrong.

-Puedo pasar? (May I come in)- he asked, she move so he can came in, he scanned the place as he walk -Tienes un lugar muy bonito (You had a nice place)- he said.

-Necesitas algo? (Did you need something)- she stay in her place, when he turn around he had a smirk on his face.

-Tengo que admitir que siempre he pensado que eres bella, pero ahora lo único que puedo pensar es como serás en la cama (I had to admit that i always tough you were pretty, but know the only thing i can think is how you good you are on the bed).

-Disculpa? (Excuse me?)- he start to walk to her and when he was in front of her he brush her cheek, she push him away, he laugh a little.

-Se lo que sucede entre tu y Santiago (I know whats going on between you and Santiago)- he said -Al principio no confiaba en ti por lo que hice que un técnico rastreara tus ubicaciones y escucháramos todo lo que decías en tu celular (At the beginning, so i made a technician follow you and we hear everything you said with you cellphone)- She started to feel her heart race -Santiago es un idiota que no llegara a nada pero yo... yo podría cuidarte, si me dejas (Santiago is an idiot, he would never reach anything... i can take care of you, if you let me)- he try to kiss her but she manage to kick him.

-Get off me- She said -tu nunca serás mejor que Santiago, solo eres un cobarde (you’ll never be like Santiago, you’re just a coward)- he try to punch her but she was faster than him and punch him in the nose.

-Pensé que serias mas inteligente (i thought you’ll be smarter)- he said as he get up -you’re fired, no queremos a alguien de tu clase aquí (we don’t want some of you type here)- he said before he left her alone.

Santiago keep his eyes on Benny’s fight, he look at the other parts of the team as they keep supporting him, some of them were telling him what he should do to win, Tom only applause and whistle at him. Now that they were agreed to go to Colombia everything were according to the plan, he only need to tell them about Yn, he knew they were going to be against her because they don’t know her and because they would think that he wasn’t thinking with his head. After the fight was over they follow Benny to the lockers, they were talking about it when someone called Santiago, he knew for the number that it was from Colombia and only one person knew his personal phone.

-Guys I need to pick this...

-You fall for another informant again, Pope?- Catfish said with a smiled.

-Cállate pendejo- he said as he went to the other side of the room -Yn?

-Santiago!- he could sense the of relief in her voice but at the same time the fear in it.

-Hey, what’s going on, are you ok?

-Yes... No... I don’t know- she said -I got fired...

-What? how does that happened?

-Diego... he try to kiss me... I punch him in the face...

-Hijo de... wait? How do he know where you lived? I thought you didn’t used the apartment they offer you.

-He hack my phone- she said -Santiago, el sabía de nosotros, he could hear everything we said when my phone was close...

-The mission?- he asked, everyone look at Pope at the mention of the mission.

-He don’t know, when we talk about it my phone was on the other room-she sighed -Mierda Santiago, I don’t know what should I do...

-Hey hey, relax, where are you now?

-I’m in the restaurant we use to come...

-Does He know where do I leave?

-No, he didn’t had any interest in you, he though you couldn’t think on your own.

-Go there, you know where the key is and I’ll be there on Thursday- she couldn’t help but laugh.

-Good thing i left some cloths the last time I was there.

-I know you’re going to used my shirts- he said with a smile.

-you weren’t going to used them, anyway-she said making him laugh.

-I’ll see you on Thursday...

-I’ll see you soon, and Santiago... thank you.

-You had nothing to thank me, but please be careful, stay away from Diego.

After the fight everyone stay on the lockers as they look at Santiago, after he finish the call from Yn he saw Tom looking at him with his arms flex across his chest, he didnt say a word but Santiago knew he was going to question about the call. But now that he was stand in front of the team all of them just look at him as he expect him to talk.

-Can anyone tell me what are we doing here?- francisco asked.

-I don’t know, Santiago you had something to say to us?— He stay quiet for a moment -that call sound pretty personal, Santiago, if you fucking the informant this could blow the mission...

-She’s not an informant... she’s my partner, she went to Colombia as an advisor, she was helping me to distract the police’s chief from this trip...

-did you fuck her?- catfish asked him with a smirk, and when he roll his eyes they knew it was true.

-Did she know about the mission?- redfly asked him, he just nod.

-She’s part of the mission...

-What? And when would you going to tell us this, because you ommit this detail on the plans- Tom said.

-This change everything- Will said.

-Look, just give her a change, she’s good in her work and the recognition mission...

-What if she fail? What if one of us get caught because of her or if she put herself in danger?

-She won’t... just please trust me- everyone look at him like if he was crazy.

-If she do something wrong I’m out of here- Tom said, Santiago nod.

Yn was sitting on the copilot beside Santiago as they made their way to Lorea’s House, she could feel how Tom was looking at her from the back seat, even if everyon try to welcome her to the team she knew they don’t trust her, specially Tom, but all her thoughts were gone when Santiago took her hand and wink at her, she didn’t know how he do it but he always help her relax. But the tension in the car start to be heavier as they get closer to the House, Santiago park a little far, so they can’t see them. They gadder around Santiago as he gave them a few things for the mission, he gave them the comms and a few guns for each of them.

-Were in Lorea’s backyard- he said and he look at Yn -Ironhead you’ll go west, Benny go to the north of the house, catfish and...

-You and Yn will go to the East- Tom said, she look at him then to Santiago and when he gave her a little nod, she shrugged before he stand next to catfish.

As they keep walking to the house they could hear the voices from everyone coming from the comms, most of them were from Santiago explaining Lorea’s House, or when they were at their positions. Yn walk close to catfish and she made sure no one follow them, but something make him stop abruptly.

-Pope, I have kids over here, Does he have kids living in here with him?- he said -Cause that’s gonna made a whole lot more complicated, and is not what I signed up for...

-Relax, this is a good thing- Yn said, he look at him confused.

-Yn is right, the family is the answer.

-Why- catfish talk.

-Loera is very devout- she said -every Sunday he sends three guards to the 6:00 am service, when they get back, he sends the rest of the team along with the rest of the family, he stay in the house with another three guards, that’s our window- she said with a smirk.

-Now I got why you like her, Pope, she’s not just pretty, she’s also smart- he said.

-You better look the other way- he said making them laugh.

-Hey mr jealous, here comes your informant- Catfish said, Yn took a look to the girl, she was curious about how she look -Oh man, it seems that your not the only jealous here Pope.

-Cállate- she said rolling her eyes making him laugh.

-God damn- iron head said -I got an execution about to go down, over here.

-Are you at the tennis court?- Pope asked.

-Yeah

-Yeah, that’s his spot- a few seconds later they heard the gunshots.

Yn and Francisco get closer to the house where Santiago’s informant was taking the money out of the truck.

-Why is she doing this?- Catfish asked.

-She hope I can get her little brother out of jail.

-Did you put him in jail?- Benny asked.

-Not really

-Did you put him in jail?- catfish asked Yn.

-It wasn’t my plan but maybe I put the handcuffs.

-Oh you like a girl who can use a handcuffs, eh Pope?

-Can we concentrate on the mission?- iron head asked.

Before they were done with the mission Benny warn them about the movement sensors, and everyone tense when they heard that he didn’t know if he was detected, a few seconds later they hear the sound of the bykes, ironhead was faster and went to him for backup but when he got there the bikes were getting back to the house. They regroup near to the truck, Santiago took Yn’s arm and push her in to a tree before he kiss her deeply, she put her arms around his neck and pull her closer to her, he get away from her lips and start to play with her neck.

-Santi- she whisper -The team is waiting...

-They can’t go with out us- he said and without working he got his hand inside her pants and start to play with her clit, she moan -shit baby, you’re already wet- he said -Did you think about this?- she nod.

-Fuck, Santi- she said -I really miss this...

-You think I didn’t- he said, he insert a finger inside her making her moan and she place her head on his shoulder -After that call the one of things that happen on my mind was you on my bed fucking you all the night...

-Santi- she moan when he insert another finger.

-Or maybe as you touch yourself thinking on my cock... did you do it baby?- he asked.

-Yes- she said and he could feel how close she was.

-Yes what?

-Yes, sir... I touch myself thinking on you... -he start to go faster and deeper- fuck...

-What were you think about?

-You... doing this- she moan again -but my favorite... instead of your fingers it was you cock inside me.

-Fuck baby- he said.

-this feel so good- she said.

-Are you close baby?- she nod -come for me, I want to feel you come on my fingers- she press her head on his shoulder as she try to keep stand when she finally came on his fingers, when she look at him he had a smile on his face, she giggles.

-Sometimes I really hate you- she said.

-But I don’t thinks this is one of those times- he wink.

-Pope, stop making out with your girl and take us to the hotel- Catfish said making them laugh.

-We should go, but we’re not done yet- he said kissing her again.

-Of course we’re not done, we are going to do the handcuffs tonight- she wink, before she start to walk again.

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actionxchange2019 · 5 years ago

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Day 1 - Me, am I a changemaker?

Empezamos el dia a las 8 de la mañana, como todas, y de ahora en adelante. Nos despertamos con el maravilloso sonido de las canciones de nuestros facilitadores. Nuestra primera actividad del día estaría relacionada con nosotros mismos, estando principalmente destinada a responder preguntas como: ¿Quiénes somos?, ¿Es posible un cambio en nuestra vida?, ¿Qué pasos debemos seguir para este cambio? Posteriormente hicimos un ejercicio en el que dábamos uso de diferentes colores para agruparnos en grupos aleatorios comenzando a aparecer reflexiones para pensar en cómo categorizamos a las personas según su aspecto, su origen, el género, la raza o su sexualidad. A su vez, comenzamos a pensar en cómo sería posible organizar nuestras propias ideas para realizar cambios en nuestro entorno en lo referente a nuestras familias, amigos, barrio… al fin y al cabo, uno de los objetivos de este campamento es que seamos capaces de realizar y aceptar el cambio.

La segunda actividad estaba relacionada con la forma en la que actuamos y tratamos a otras personas según su situación social, su nacionalidad, su dinero, su trabajo, su “clase social” o su familia. Esta última hizo que muchos de nosotros diéramos diferentes opiniones a cerca de cómo nos sentiríamos si nos tratasen de formas específicas dependiendo de estas últimas “etiquetas” que nos ponen y que a veces, consciente e inconscientemente, nosotros también ponemos.

La última actividad realizada se basaba en un juego de tres categorías o personajes (elfo, enano y mago) simulando el típico “pilla pilla” por equipos, pero en el existía una dificultad adicional, pues se trataba de una captura de bandera del equipo contrario. Finalmente, nos organizamos por grupos para realizar juegos para las noches de todos los días que quedan en nuestro campamento, antes de irnos a dormir.

- Yago, Kenny, Lucas y Pablo G.

We started the day at 8 in the morning, as usual and as it will be from now on. We woke up to the wonderful songs that facilitators chose for us. Our first activity for the day was related to ourselves, mainly focused on asking questions such as: who are we? Is change possible in our lives? What steps should we follow for a change? Afterwards, we did an exercise to arrange ourselves randomly using the colors we were assigned, leading to reflexions that helped us think about how we categorize people into appearance, origin, gender, race or sexuality. At the same time, we started thinking about how it would be possible to organize our ideas to change our close environments, referring to family, friends, neighborhood… All in all, one of the goals of this camp is the ability to realize and accept change.

The second activity was related to the way we act and treat other people according to their social status, nationality, money, job, or family. This last one made us share different opinions regarding how we would feel if we were treated in specific ways, also known as ‘labels’ that we are given and that we, sometimes either consciously or unconsciously give to others.

The last activity we did during the day was basically a game of three categories or characters (elf, dwarf, and wizard) mimicking the usual ‘tag’ played in groups, however, an additional difficulty appeared to catch the other’s team flag. Finally, before going to bed, we organized ourselves into groups to come up with games for the rest of the days we have left in the camp.

- Yago, Kenny, Lucas and Pablo G.

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princessamericachavez · 6 years ago

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How is living in Europe while being latine? I want to get my master's degree (in the future) somewhere around Europe because there are more choices for what I've chosen as my career, but it's also scary at the same time, being in a foreign country by yourself and all that. Do you have any advice on it? Any wisdom for your fellow latines?

Hey, sorry it took this long to reply, it’s been kind of a crazy week haha.

Okay so first and foremost I don’t think you should be scared to live here as a latine. There’s actually a rather big latine community here, as far as I have seen. Now, to be fair, I live in Barcelona which has two advantages: 1. Spanish language. 2. Big cities usually equal a big multicultural mix.

In the time I’ve been living here, I’ve met and hung out with argentinians, colombians, peruvians and mexicans, you also see them (and hear them mostly because accents) in the streets, the metro, the shops, the restaurants. We are everywhere. The amount of argentinians didn’t really hit me until the World Cup was going on and I joined some friends to watch the match at a sports bar and around 300 people gathered to shout and cheer and celebrate together. The small peruvian restaurant right below my house is family owned and was also the meeting point for them as they celebrated their first World Cup in decades.

My point is, we are everywhere and you can find us and it is beautiful. Europe is rather multicultural and colorful and exciting and I think doing a masters here is always a fun way to broaden your horizons.

When I’ve gone to other countries around here I’ve never found any issues with existing as a latine there either. At least no more issues than you’d find anywhere else in the world.

There’s always going to be closed minded and bigoted people that believe their nationality/race/money makes them automatically better than others, and we should always be watchful and aware that we still exist in this world as people of color (even though that fact can be easy to forget when you live in a latine country and everyone around you is technically poc too, coming to Europe certainly makes you more aware of your non-whiteness in both good and bad ways).

Some Cons of living in Europe as a latine?

People will act like you’re always too loud. We kinda are, but not that much, you know?

Most europeans have no idea how to dance at clubs the way we do.

The Food. You’ll miss your local food so much. Even if you find a good restaurant, there’s a chance it’ll be like texmex or a weird version of the food you know and love twisted to fit european blander taste standards.

Tourists. Ugh.

The odd racist european old person that acts like you come form an uncivilized country and say stuff like “well I don’t know how they do things there but here…”

The odd racist european young person who will either call you “exotic” or think it’s funny to ask if in your country you have cars/tvs/internet. Yes. Yes, I’ve actually heard this question a lot, though more so 5-10 years ago and thankfully the internet has drastically slowed that kind of ignorance.

“Oh so is it like in Narcos? I love that show!” And other forms of glorifying latinamerican violence and stereotyping us based on that kind of media.

Generally, most of this things would probably happened in other places of the world too. Like I said above, living in Europe after having lived in a latinamerican country mostly makes you that much more aware of your roll as a nonwhite people. You are suddenly not seen as the standard. Even white-passing peeps might find people’s attitudes change once they hear you speak in your own accent.

If you’ve lived abroad or were born in a non-latine country, maybe you’ll already have experienced all this things, in which case Europe will probably not be that different for you.

Oh, also people here are like super sold out in the “first world countries are safe” thing and like they are so sure no one’s gonna steal anything from them and the government/police will always be on their side and I mean technically it’s nice but as a latine it feels just very naive?

Shit, also the coin change. Life here can be rather expensive, especially if you’re not earning in euros. I try not to think how much everything I pay would be in pesos because “el que convierte no se divierte”.

Pros of living in Europe as a latine:

Because people can’t dance here, suddenly you’re seen as the most coordinated and fun person in the club even if you were just an average dancer for your latine friends’s standards.

The Food. You might miss your food, but oh god the local things here are so good too. Coffee is delicious and strong, bread is so good pretty much anywhere here, wine is great, they have great chocolate, and like italian food? fondue? spanish rice? german sausages? all good. Oh, also beer!

The culture: old stuff, museums, new stuff, book presentations, street concerts, galleries, etc. So much culture.

The safety. Like, dude, the safety. I know I literally just called europeans naive, and I still kinda think they are, but bro being able to walk home at night as a woman is fucking surreal to me??? Like, you still have to be vigilant and watch out for pickpocketers and stuff but there’s a sense of calm and safety in walking in the streets here that really eases the ever present underlying vigilant state we are used to as latines. It’s just nice.

Public transportation??? Buses are nice and not cramped to inhumane levels? The metro is awesome to move from one side of town to the other in minutes? The trains get you to other places of the country in like no time and they are so much fun! I just love european public transportation, especially coming from a town where you need a car to get pretty much anywhere.

Education is great and at a very high level and if you’re planing to come here to study I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful experience and learn a lot and yeah clases here are often more demanding but it’s generally so cool and you get to learn from a perspective from a whole other side of the world in topics you love.

The people are great and nice and welcoming (excluding the odd assholes mentioned above). I’ve always felt welcomed here, people are really interested about hearing about your culture, your food, your country, your customs. Almost everyone is willing to help you get around, find your way in town and enjoy their city as your own.

Most bigger european cities are very multicultural and the people who live in them are used to this, so they are ready to welcome outsiders into their lives and usually open to listen to all kinds of points of view in life.

Okay, so this just got very long and ramble-y and I realize I’m probably not making that much sense, so here’s the last thing I’ll say:

It is an experience. It has good and bad sides, like everything else, but in the end coming here to study —in a place that’s so different to your own in culture and history— is a crazy adventure in which you’ll discover more about the world and, more importantly, more about yourself. I understand doubt and fear when it comes to a decision like this, it’s a big choice after all, but my advice in the face of fear is always this: be brave, take a chance, let yourself live it and enjoy it and face the good and the bad. Whatever your experience is, you’ll grow from it. That’s what it’s all about.

#sofia's nonsense #jeez this got long and confusing and I'm sorry lmfao #dreamsofgoldandbooks

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golden-barnes · 4 years ago

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Don’t think your mad at all! I understand what you’re saying! I still think Bucky would be more compelling but I get what you’re saying, I wasn’t really putting race as a factor there thinking “oh it would be another white man” lol. It’s probably partially because I cannot relate to the struggles Sam had to go through with deciding on being cap, and although I did love how everything was done with him in the series, I still love the idea of Bucky taking the mantle

It's okay and you are entitled to your opinion and me to mine.

It's all good. I know not a lot of people can relate and that means that they might not share the same opinion as me and I'm okay with it. (Also I'm not trying to fight, it's almost 11. I got clases tomorrow I don't have the energy to be like AHHH NO YOU ARE WRONG)

#nami answers #share your hot takes or opinions #but i do have that energy sometimes sooo #especially with heavier topics

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derrickperegrine · 7 years ago

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REB I LOVE THIS LISTEN I'M ALWAYS CURIOUS WHAT CLASES OTHER MAGIC SCHOOLS WOULD HAVE!! I think it would show so much about the cultural history as well as their modern magical culture?? Anyway can I have a 🌹 + 📕 pls!! I love food but I'm a picky eater and I love love love skincare!!

hey amber!! SAME, IT CAN’T ALL BE THE SAME STUFF AS HOGWARTS RIGHT

best classes:

les charmes merveilleux: a creative course that teaches students to design their own spells, drawing inspiration from fairy tales and world mythology

comfort herbology: a branch of herbology that focuses on plants that will make you feel better, plants that are good for personal hygiene, and plants that will help you make a good impression (in a bouquet)

mind-drawing: the precise art of being able to download your thoughts directly onto a canvas or parchment … a combination of legilimency and charms that helps you find out exactly what you wanted to say

worst classes:

temporal charms: advanced charms course that deals with bending time-space – such as pausing a moment for a few minutes longer, or setting time limits for certain tasks

philosophical transfiguration: wordless transfiguration that relies on a knowledge of philosophical treatises instead of wand motions and incantations. supposedly, the particular turns of an argument will guide your magic into the right place. highly uncommon art, to be able to perform it used to be a sign of an elite upbringing

elective courses:

oracle charming: the art of communicating with an immortal seer. difficult creatures who are often obstinate and cryptic in their answers, this is not an easy class for the impatient and rigid, and requires someone with a flexible mind

gourmet potions: don’t you hate potions that taste bad? this is a class designed to teach students alternate ingredients and brewing methods in order to brew better-tasting potions with similar affects

extracurricular activities:

unicorn racing: equestrian sport at beauxbatons – students can choose to do a regular race or an obstacle race

star archery: mixing astronomy and archery, this sport asks the judges to name a star or constellation in the sky, and the student has to fire charmed into the ceiling to imitate its shape

additional duties:

head girl: this one is self-explanatory

library assistant: assist in all library functions and maintaining the environment of all the library within beauxbatons, as well as help with acquiring new books

favourite haunts:

the beauxbatons music collection: beauxbatons has the largest collection of wizarding phonographs in the world – there is a special room in the chateau designated for storing and listening to these recordings

the pond behind the maze: there is a pond at the very end of the beauxbatons maze, where students like to hang out or take a swim when it is warm outside

pet: nightingaleshort drabble:

work hard, play hard. this has always been the unofficial motto of beauxbatons, where students constantly challenge themselves with complicated and delicate arts but still find time to let loose and have fun. here, students plow through heavy philosophical texts and theoretical essays in the morning; and the afternoons are spent playing quidditch, having a picnic, or planning an after-curfew party.

while other schools push their students towards strict schedules and punish them for a bit of mischief, at beauxbatons that is merely seen as a normal sign of teenage behaviour; moreover, it is also acknowledged as a demonstration of creativity. what revolution in history wasn’t precipitated by a couple of friends, drunk on cheap wine, inspired by their realisations from class? there is no such thing as ‘wasting time’ at beauxbatons.

here, you learn as much in the classroom as you do outside of it, having adventures with your friends. you learn just as much from the practical applications of your spells in classroom demonstrations as from the numerous pranks you’ve played on the surprisingly obliging staff. here, you learn that there is value in every action you make, and there is no wrong choice – there is only a fear of no choices.

therefore, you are encouraged to follow your heart. to rebel against established structures. to have your own freedom. to make your own options when it seems like you are running out of choices. and to have a community – a group of classmates, friends gathered around a table – to support you no matter what. people think that beauxbatons is uptight and strict – but the truth is, it’s an entity constantly seeking change, seeking opportunity, seeking fellowship. it is a searching soul, a restless mind, an unruly magic. but, it is as decisive as the wand in your hand, determined to forge its own path rather than follow those trodden by others. you grip it tightly, your fingers wrapped around the smooth wood. the gates of beauxbatons swing open, and you can see the world – all yours – waiting in front of you.

school time’s over; it’s time to play now.

song: á mes dépens by archimède

reb celebrates 750 no more please

#waternymphs #not a hogwarts student #🌹#owl post #answered

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angiekatinamaple · 8 years ago

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Kaga Kaede, the kendo fighter ♥

I knew about Kaga Kaede-chan in the November 2, 2013 episode of Onedari Entamame ~ Hapi★Pure show (the car racing with Hama-chan), and I immediately liked her...but it was in the January 11th, 2014 episode when I finally fell in love with her personality (maybe because she’s the kind of girl I always wanted to be, cool, funny and cute, but also she has the same interests as me)

Supe de Kaga Kaede-chan en el episodio del 2 de noviemre del 2014 de Onedari Entamame ~ Hapi★Pure (la del carro de carreras con Hamachan) e inmediatamente me agradó...pero fue en el episodio del 11 de enero del 214 cuando finalmente me enamoré de su personalidad (tal vez por que ella es la clase de niña que siempre quise ser, cool, graciosa y linda, pero también es por que tenemos los mismos intereses)

In this episode, Kaedy and RikoRiko went to a little urban dojo, where the sensei teached them the basics of this kind of kendo.

During the sensei’s demonstration, Kaedy didn't react scared like others : covering her eyes, screaming, staying in a corner afraid hahaha!, Instead, she stood firmly, even Riko could hide behind her.

En este episodio, Kaedy y RikoRiko fueron a un pequeño dojo urbano, en donde el sensei les enseñó lo básico de esta clase de kendo.

Durante la demostración del sensei, Kaedy no reaccionó asustada como otras: cubriéndose sus ojos, gritando, parada un una esquina asustada jajaja! En lugar de eso, ella se paró firmemente, incluso Riko pudo esconderse detrás de ella.

She got amazed though. “What a cool little girl” I thought

En lugar de eso, ella se maravilló. Pensé “Qué niña tan cool”

When the time to practice came, I noticed Kaedy went with a good posture (at this time I didn't know Kaedy was a kendo student), she held the fake sword firmly and confidently. Even the hit was fast and strong with a sort of technique.

Cuando llegó el momento de practicar, me di cuenta que Kaedy puso una buena postura (en este momento no sabía que Kaedy practicaba kendo) ella sostuvo la espada falsa con firmeza y confianza. Incluso su golpe fue rápido y fuerte, con algo de técnica.

In the match with sensei, RikoRiko was hit over and over without being able to do anything(Kaedy could not stop laughing in the background).

En la pelea con sensei, RikoRiko fue golpeada una y otra vez sin poder hacer nada (Kaedy no podía parar de reír atrás)

Kaedy was hit in the head, but not before launching an attack. I love that combat posture, like a fencer .

Kaedy fue golpeada en la cabeza, pero no sin antes lanzar un ataque. Me encanta esa postura, como una esgrimista.

She could touch sensei's clothes at least. (°0°) Little Kaedy looked so cool and she had an excited expression in her face , taking her time looking for an area to connect a hit.

Ella al menos pudo tocar las ropas de sensei. (°0°) La pequeña Kaedy se veía tan cool y tenía una expresión de emoción en su rostro, tomando su tiempo buscando por una área donde conectar un golpe.

Next, is Kaedy VS RikoRiko match! RikoRiko was randomly hitting like a child who hits a piñata LOL (sorry, I'm mexican) sounds funny but this gave to Riko a good advantage, while Kaedy wa blocking the most of the time, but her eyes was focus in the area to attack.

Luego, la pelea de Kaedy VS RikoRiko! Riko estaba golpeado al azar como un niño que golpea una piñata LOL, suena graciosos pero esto le dio a Riko una buena ventaja, mientras que Kaedy pasaba la mayor parte del tiempo bloqueando, pero sus ojos estaban enfocados en el área a atacar.

Then, Kaedy launched an attack with the strong of all her body without be afraid to Riko. Maybe because Kaedy knew some punches have no value in the discipline, she went for the reglamentary area to hit getting close to Riko fastly without worring about being hit.

Luego, Kaedy lanzó un ataque con la fuerza de todo su cuerpo sin temerle a Riko. Tal vez por que Kaedy sabía que algunos golpes no valen en la disciplina, ella se fue por las áreas reglamentarias a golpear , acercándose a Riko rápidamente sin preocuparse de ser golpeada.

I think RikoRiko was good too, but Kaedy won the match eventually. Finally, after cleaning the place, sensei gave them a present for the show. When they went back to the studio’s show, Kaedy was wearing her own kendo clothes. So cool!!! she looks cute!

Pienso que RikoRiko lo hizo bien, pero Kaedy ganó la batalla eventualmente. Finalmente, luego de limpiar el lugar, sensei les dio un regalo para el programa. Cuando regresaron al estudio del show, Kaedy tenía puesto sus propias ropas de kendo. Tan genial!!!! se ve linda!

Ichioka Reina-chan was the contender in the demonstration. But Kaedy showed everything she learned...looks like an strong hit but the swords are super soft, so it's ok.

Ichioka Reina-chan fue la contendiente en la demostración. Pero Kaedy le mostró todo lo que había aprendido...parece un golpe fuerte pero la espada es super suave, así que está bien.

K.O. Kaedy wins!!

So, this is the episode when I finally start to follow Kaedy, I loved her coolness and cuteness, all the show you could hear her laughing, always happy...it was charming for me! I hope Kaedy can show us more of her other skills in kendo, trumpet, video games, anime/manga, acrobatics, etc. in the future. ♥

THE END

[PS: Sorry about my English]

O.K. Kaedy gana!!!

Así que, en este episodio fue cuando finalmente comencé a seguir a Kaedy, me encanta su genialidad y ternura, todo el show la podías escuchar reir, siempre feliz...fue encantador para mi! Espero que Kaedy pueda mostrarnos más de sus habilidades en kendo, trompeta, video juegos, anime/manga, acrobacias, etc., en el futuro. ♥

FIN

#kaga kaede #morning musume #hello!project #japan #kendo #加賀楓 #モーニング娘。#ハロプロ研修生 #kenshuusei #yamagishi riko #sensei

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chocopcy-blog · 8 years ago

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[exo fic] Study of the Mind and Body

Title: Study Of The Mind and Body Pairing: Kai/Sehun Rating: NC17 (contains daddykink!, rimming, spanking) Length: 8,938 Author's Note: i hope you guys like this shabby smutty oneshot! it took a while to write but i hope it met some standards! :) don't forget to leave me some feedback you nasties Summary: jongin loved messing with sehun because it was so easy to when he held a crush for him but when they have another project to do together, jongin turns psychology into anatomy and teaches sehun a few things

Late. Late. Late. Oddly, Sehun knew that him being late to school wouldn't matter as much as it would've if he was to not show up at all considering he was good with his mouth. He knew how to use his words right, and that was always a benefactor. He was able to get out of a lot of situations whether they were serious or not. He was smart, even. Never made below a 98.0. Everyone knew him as either a nerd or that one kid to look up to because they knew he was going to be someone great. He wasn't the smartest kid in school. however. No. That title belonged to his best friend, Byun Baekhyun. Sure, the guy was childish and joked around a lot but when a test gets handed to him, he's a completely different person. Now, why would Sehun be friends with someone smarter than him if he held such a competitive nature? Simply put, Baekhyun never made it seem like he was so intellectual and never rubbed it in Sehun's face. Plus, on mornings as this one, he needed to hear a few lame jokes.

A foot after the other raced down the hallway, and an armful of papers and books were held tightly against Sehun's chest as he tried to still beat the clock despite having only half a minute to get to class. Sweat dripped down his forehead along the side of his face as he twisted the knob, and swung open the door to his first period. Mr. Kim stopped his speech, and looked at the late student before blowing out an agitated breath. "Pleasure of you to finally join us, Mr. Oh," He commented before gesturing to where Sehun usually sat, right in the front row. "Have a seat. I will start my speech over again so that you can hear it with the class." As Sehun went to his seat, the class groaned and let out huffs of breath in annoyance at their teacher starting his speech over again. Half of them were on their way asleep to begin with.

"Okay, let's try this again," Mr. Kim cleared his throat. "Now, I know spring break is just around the corner but before then, we're going to continue putting in a lot of work. Which, boils down to getting more grades in the book for you guys. Some of you...well, some of you have failing grades, and for some I'm not too surprised considering you take this class lightly." His eyes went straight for the one student that never failed to fall straight to sleep in his class. Mr. Kim sighed before he lifted the stack of papers in his hand, and brought it down onto a student's desk in front of him with a loud bang, scaring half the class. "Mr. Kim!"

Kim Jongin. The guy that could sleep on a railroad, and not care. Could sleep through a whole war of explosives and nukes. That guy that never paid attention but still somehow managed to pass his classes by the skin of his teeth. Yep. Him. Sehun looked back at him, and scowled. "Idiot," He muttered under his breath before turning back around, losing interest.

Jongin sat up groggily, letting out a long loud yawn. He stretched his arms above his head, revealing a peek of his toned dancer abs. The girls around him, that were looking, squealed before blushing darkly. He looked bored. No, scratch that. He was bored. Bored out of his damn mind, and just wanted to go home already. His eyes met Mr. Kim's, and he instantly smirked. He let out a small laugh, "You know, if you keep yelling like that, and raising your blood pressure, you might actually pop a blood vessel. I'm sure none of us wants that to happen? We," He shook his head, putting a balled up fist to his teeth before sucking in. "We care about you. Be careful, Mr. K. Be careful."

If looks could kill, Jongin would literally be up in flames. Mr. Kim was fed up with Jongin. Entirely, however, he didn't want to continue to send him to the principal's office because what would that do? The kid would stll sleep wherever and whenever. It was inevitable. Plus, he would rather Jongin have the chance to actually learn something otherwise Mr. Kim would've felt like he didn't do his job. Which defintely wasn't the clase but he felt like Jongin could do better, and be better. Maybe. Maybe not by a long-shot.

"Just pay attention. Can you do that for me, Jongin?" Mr. Kim didn't even wait for a reply before sighing loudly, and walking to his desk. "Alright, to sum up what I was saying earlier, expect a lot more work given, and more grades put in. Take these assignments seriously class. At least try to make good grades for pete's sake," He said, shaking his head. "Now turn to page 223, and define all 80 of those words. Due at the end of class. Get to work."

It didn't take Sehun not a second to begin on the work as he was already halfway done with the first word. He remembered what the defintion was for it, and half of the words on the page. Plus, one of his strong points was doing definitions. He never understood why it took half of the class so long to look up meager words.

Jongin had fell asleep after he had easily persuaded a girl in front of him to do his 80 words. Sehun glanced back at him before rolling his eyes. For some reason, that angered him. Of course, he thought. No work for the hot, lazy popular guy. He huffed before finishing his work. Then, it hit him. Did he really just call Jongin hot? He grimaced. No way was Jongin even close to being hot. Just because he had a sharp jawline, plump lips, smoldering eyes, and a great physique didn't mean- Why the hell was he complimenting that idiot? He groaned, and rubbed at his eyes. He definitely needed to make sure to get more rest at night. Fifteen minutes went by, and most of the class had finished but the other half was rushing trying to get finished before the bell. Sehun was already done, and ready to leave to his next class. He yawned, and leaned back in his chair to stretch his back when a wadded up paper ball landed on his desk. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he whipped around to find the culprit. Baekhyun pointed hastily at the paper ball on his desk, and mouthed something that Sehun wasn't able to comprehend so he looked back at the ball. He peeled it open, and read it's contents.

look behind you! jongin's literally staring right at you!

Sehun's eyebrows were still striken with confusion but he decided to to see if Baekhyun was right or just hallucinating. When he looked back, and met those smoldering, dark brown eyes, he was unable to actually look away. It was as if he was put into a trance. One that he was trapped in. What made it even more awkward and weird was the fact that Jongin wasn't looking away. It was like Jongin didn't care whether anyone found it weird that he was staring at Sehun. Especially for this long. Sehun gulped. He could practically hear his heart pound in his ears. What was wrong with him? Was he having some type of panic attack or something? He licked his lips, and he could've sworn that Jongin's eyes followed every movement. He could feel heat rise up to his cheek. What was wrong with him? Why was his body acting so weird? Better question, why wasn't he able to just look away?

Before he able to think anymore of it, Jongin broke the gaze, and started talking to one of his friends beside him. Sehun was finally able to breathe but at the same time, he still couldn't? He shook his head, and bit his lip. What had just actually happened? - - - -

"What was that all about?" Baekhyun asked his best friend as they both were headed to their next class together.

Sehun honestly didn't even know how to answer that because truthfully, he wasn't even sure himself. So, he settled on a shrug and a low, "I don't know," hoping the topic would be dropped and forgotten.

Baekhyun knew he would have the opportunity to ask more questions once they got to class considering their seats were right next to each other. - - - -

By lunch, Baekhyun had asked Sehun a million questions, and it was a good thing that he had because he wouldn't have known that Sehun actually had a crush on the person that he claimed to hate so much. He actually had found it highly amusing because he had always thought of how compatible the two seemed to be. Two stubborn idiots. How fitting.

Sehun hadn't always liked Jongin. Or maybe he had but never came to grips with it. It wasn't the fact that Jongin was the same gender, no. He had came to tune with his sexuality a long time ago, and didn't even surprise himself. However, what he did struggle with was liking Jongin. Of all people. Of all the idiots at school, why did he have to have a crush on the biggest idiot of them all? It gnawed on his insides until he shivered but not in a good way. He wondered did Jongin feel the same way? Then he cringed, and thought about actually dating Jongin. He definitely couldn't stomach that idea. All Jongin did to him was be a pest, and waste of space. He couldn't stand him.

Baekhyun was rambling on and on about something unimportant as usual, and as usual Sehun tuned him out, not paying an ounce of attention. His eyes darted around the cafeteria looking for said idiot but he was nowhere to be found. Something pricked at Sehun's skin. It was annoyance. Why did Jongin think he was better than everyone else? Not eating with people like normal people.. How annoying. He set his sandwhich down, having lost his appetite. Baekhyun noticed, and quirked a curious eyebrow before shaking his head. He knew what Sehun was thinking about. It amused him because that very hate Sehun had for Jongin was actually something else. Baekhyun wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what was going to happen sooner or later. He was just waiting on the moment given. He smirked to himself, taking a bite of his sandwhich.

Sehun sighed, glancing at his best friend who looked to have an amused expression on his face. He pursed his lips, "What is it? Looks like you want to say something," He said, folding his arms on the table in front of him. Baekhyun shook his head, choosing to tell a fib than the truth.

"Nothing, just thinking about how dumb Chanyeol actually is," Baekhyun replied, setting his sandwhich down. He brushed his hands along his jeans to get the crumbs from his fingertips. Sehun had a small suspicion that Baekhyun was lying but then he thought about Chanyeol. The guy was dumb, to be in fact. Lucky for that giant, he had the smartest guy in school as his boyfriend whom studied with him whenever he needed it. He shrugged, and snorted.

"You're right," Sehun took a sip of his lemonade. "But you're the one oh so in love with the idiot," He replied, his lips twitching to smile. He remembered how annoying it was before Chanyeol and Baekhyun started dating. How clumsy and stuttery the giant was. He would avoid talking to Baekhyun but practically followed him everywhere. Whenever someone would bother the smaller with something, that was when Chanyeol used his height and baritone voice for good use scaring that person off. Baekhyun hadn't actually noticed him until one of the jocks came to him wanting him to do his homework. At the time, Baekhyun was already severely swamped with other students papers to do but the guy wasn't trying to hear it. When he was about to give Baekhyun the beating of a lifetime, he was stopped with another hand wrapped around his whole wrist and part of his hand. Chanyeol didn't even have to beat the guy up. He was so shaken by the giant's height and voice that he just ran off down the hallway telling Baekhyun to forget he was ever there. That was when Baekhyun had actually seen him. Park Chanyeol. Boyfriend material, and a major plus that the giant already liked him.

Sehun shivered at the memory of Baekhyun telling him how they met. How annoying. How was his best friend able to have a boyfriend when he wasn't? Annoying.

He groaned, and let his head drop to the table. Baekhyun just let him be, and pursued to texting Chanyeol back about meeting up at the giants house to study. As if. Chanyeol had gotten a new mattress, and needed Baekhyun's help breaking in. No problem, Mr. Park, he thought to himself with a small blush, his fingers tapping speedily at the bright screen.

- - - -

After lunch, it was time for his favorite class of the day. Psychology. He had always wanted to be a psychiatrist. To study and understand the mind on why this happens or why certain people do this. Think this and that. It was so interesting to him. What he didn't like about the class, however, was the fact that Jongin had the same class with him. Oh, but that wasn't the worst part. No. It couldn't have gotten any worse than the fact that Jongin sat right beside him. Still not the absolute worse though. The teacher liked to pair the class up by who they sat by, and that was the most inconvenient way of doing things for Sehun. Only because every single time, Jongin was his partner, and he never put forth any effort. Sehun did all of the work, and never got a thank you from the idiot. It was annoying, and he was fed up with it. He prayed that they wouldn't get another project anytime soon or he would actually jump off a nearby bridge, not thinking twice.

"Well hunnie, I'll see you next period. Don't die," Baekhyun said, jokingly, referring to the fact that he was to sit beside an annoying Jongin for almost an hour. Sehun sighed, and rolled his eyes.

"I'm counting on it." Then, with that, Sehun walked in the class, and was somewhat pleased to find Jongin dead asleep, his face buried in his folded arms. He walked over, and sat down with a low huff. "Come on clock. Go a little faster today please," he muttered under his breath, setting his book down on the desk.

Class started shortly, and time went by pretty fast, much to Sehun's surprise. He didn't complain in no way. He couldn't wait for the bell so that he could dart right out of there. It didn't seem like they were going to be given a project, and he thanked god because he was honestly considering that bridge. The teacher droned on and on about something that he had already researched on in his spare time. He drifted to what his mom would be cooking later that night when he got home. He hoped she wouldn't make anything with tomatoes mixed in because he was sur to gag. In his defense, tomatoes just looked like a sister to apples except they were more gross, and needed to be thrown in the trash at all costs. He made a face but felt something against his cheek. What the hell was that? Curious, Sehun looked to his side, and almost choked. Jongin was staring right at him. Again. His cheek rested on his palm, his head tilted just a smidge. Sehun didn't understand what his problem was with the staring. Did Sehun have something on his face or something? He brought a hand up to his cheek to check but another hand shot out to grasp at his wrist. Sehun's breath hitched at the warm touch of Jongin's hand. "Wha-"

"We're partners again," Was what fell from Jongin's plump lips that were turned up into a smirk.

Sehun's mind was scrambled from Jongin touching him before his words processed in his mind. "What?!" He exclaimed, standing out of his seat, having ripped his wrist from Jongin's hold who was more than amused by the whole situation. If it could be called that.

Mrs. Choi sighed deeply, and tugged her glasses down to the tip of her nose. "Mr. Oh, please sit down. You would have known what we're doing if you were paying attenton so, take a seat." Sehun looked around awkwardly, some of the class giving him weird looks and others snickering at his ouburst. He finally sat back down, sliding down in his seat, hoping that the floor underneath him would open up, and swallow him whole. The tips of his ears turned a daring red as did his cheeks. Jongin stole a glance at the younger, smirked, and muttered to himself under his breath, "Cute."

"Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Mrs. Choi took a sharp glance at Sehun, and continued on. "You all will have, yet again, another project to do but this one will be harder. Don't expect any extra days to do it. It is due when it is due so don't even ask. Understand?" The class made sounds of disapproval at the fact that they would have to do another project. It was so tiring. "Now, someone pass out the requirements for this project."

Sehun was fuming inside. The fact that he would have to deal with Jongin again over another dumb project boiled his blood. It was the last thing he wanted to do. It didn't help that Jongin never helped on the projects. All the work was usually on Sehun, and he was annoyed by it. Anything Jongin related was an annoyance in itself, if he was to be honest.

"I didn't mention it because it should already be a given but your partner will be who you sit by. Now console to each other on what you're going to do, and leave me alone until the bell rings. I have things to do," Mrs. Choi said before reaching off into her drawer to grab her cell phone.

"So," Jongin spun around to face Sehun, giving him his undivided attention. "Your place or mine?" Sehun had to scowl at that, as if the answer was simple. Which, it was in a way because he never invited Jongin over his house nor had they ever the projects at his house. So, what would change now? Nothing.

"Your place, where else?" He rolled his eyes. Jongin pursed his lips, ready to make a smart remar back but thought of another way to respond. One that would easily get under Sehun's skin. Something he took pleasure in doing every chance he got. "Well...my bed is always free, I mean.." He muttered with a smirk. Sehun made a face, and sputtered for a moment because the thought of doing anything with Jongin in that way made him defintely want to jump that bridge.

"Gross, no. Why are you so egotistical? It's a terrible trait, you know," Sehun said, crossing his arms over his chest in sheer annoyance. When wasn't he annoyed when talking to Jongin? Never.

Jongin snorted, and turned back around in his chair so that he could slack in it, putting his feet up on the desk. His black combat boots glistened under the flourescent lights. Sehun was sure that if he looked closer at them, his reflection would show. That was how clean they looked. Sehun never really just studied the older. He was too busy always battling him in some type of way. His chestnut brown hair wasn't styled in any kind of way. Just parted to frame his face. Well, Sehun would usually see his hair just in a bowl cut type of way but he figured maybe it looked a little better when it was parted in some way. It really matched well with his royally tanned skin. Then the bridge of his nose was so sharp. It looked so greek. It was almost as if Sehun could touch it, and cut his finger. That went the same with his jawline but Sehun didn't want to neglect his lips. He had never seen such beautifully plump lips on a guy before. They looked like they were soft as pillows. Then, his physique. Sehun knew he danced in his spare time but he didn't know for how long or how often but it seemed clear enough that it had to be often considering he had the body of someone insanely fit. He just looked...unreal. He was honestly jealous of Jongin's future girlfriend or boyfriend. What he wouldn't give to be right underneath that body as his was taken by Jon- What the hell? What was he thinking? Was he really thinking about.. He knew he was either truly going crazy or he was just unbelievably desperate. He sighed, and shook his head. He really needed to talk to Baekhyun about his feelings. He didn't care that he may or may not have feelings for Jongin, it was just the fact that he probably didn't feel the same for Sehun. That was what Sehun didn't have time for. He just needed to graduate, go off to college, and become the best psychiatrist in Seoul. That was it. Jongin didn't fit anywhere in that timeline nor would he ever. Simple as that.

"Ya know, kinda rude to stare. If you think I'm hot, just say so hun," Jongin said, looking at him from the corner of his eyes. He looked him up and down before he leaned over so that his lips were against the shell of his ear. "If so, I'll give you a reason to think that. Would you like that?" His warm breath fanned over Sehun's ear causing him to gasp and shiver. Out of embarrassment, he pushed Jongin back, his face a fiery red. Something that Jongin found to be insanely adorable. Sehun may not have known but everything he did drove Jongin absolutely insane. Jongin leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head, closing his eyes. The annoying smirk never leaving his lips. He left Sehun frozen in his seat. He had never had someone make as much contact as Jongin seemed to always do. Whether it was teasing or not, it was written differently in Sehun's mind. He didn't want to admit that he was attracted to Jongin but it was seeming more and more likely.

He put a hand over his heart, and tried to take quiet deep breaths. He was definitely asking for a different partner.

- - - -

Before Sehun knew it, it was the end of the day and he was honestly ecstatic to go home. He had a few things that he had to get done before he headed home but he wanted to make sure that Baekhyun and his idiot, giant boyfriend didn't want to tag along. As he was heading toward his locker to put in his books, someone was already there waiting for him. He saw that it was just Jongin so he rolled his eyes, and continued on. He put in the combination, and shoved his remaining books inside. Before he was to walk away, more like run, Jongin had reached out and grabbed his wrist. Sehun let out a huff of annoyance. "What? What do you want now?" He asked the older, his eyebrows in a deep scowl.

Jongin rolled his eyes, "The project, stupid. We gotta start it today so we're meeting up at your place in an hour," He said, and right when Sehun opened his mouth to respond back, he said, "No questions. I show up. You let me in. We start on the project then I leave. Simple. See you later." He let his wrist go, and shoved his hands in his jean pockets before walking away leaving Sehun a bit flabberasted and upset.

"Who the hell does he think he is calling the shots? My place? Yah! We never meet at my house! What makes you-!" Jongin just continued walking out of earshot but Sehun continued on, utterly upset at how Jongin just took control of the whole thing. "Yah! You hear me?! I won't let you in! Stubborn idiot," He muttered the last part under his breath before huffing loudly. "I don't want that dick in my house. He's so... Ugh!" He stomped the other direction towards the other exit of the school. He fished through his coat pocket for his car keys angrily. "I hate him so much, why is he so annoying?" He unlocked his car, and got in, slamming the door. Then he remembered that he had to go by the local grocery store to get a few things for the house. He groaned. Being out in public, and having to talk to strangers was the last thing that he wanted to do at that moment.

He put the car in drive, and was off. - - - -

6:28pm. Sehun shifted the grocery bags to his right hand so that he could dig into his pocket for his house key. Once the door was unlocked, he stepped inside, and headed straight for the kitchen. He put everything up, and completely frogot about what Jongin had said earlier about coming over so he went to the bathroom, undressing on the way there. He made sure to turn the water on warm but more so on the hot side considering the temperature was slowly dropping more and more. Once he was undressed completely, he got under the spraying warm water, and let out a groan. The water hitting his freezing cold skin felt so good. A warm relief.

Sehun let his head drop so that the water cascaded around him like a watery veil. He felt his body was humming with heat and contentment. He usually showered for around twenty to thirty minutes. He hated to leave. It had been a long, full of headaches day, and honestly being in the shower was something that he definitely needed. He had thought his mom would be home from work, and making dinner but for the first time he was glad that she wasn't. He needed the privacy.

Fifteen minutes in, and a knock was heard from the door downstairs. Sehun's eyebrows furrowed. Who could that be? He reached, and turned the water off to make sure that a knock was what he had heard. Knock knock knock. He sighed before stepping out of the shower. Yep. Of course.

He wrapped a measely towel around his waist, and threw on a robe before leaving the bathroom, going down the stairs. He grumbled under his breath about never having his privacy, and scalping whoever was knocking at the door. After unlocking the door, he swung it open, and almost choked on his spit. "J-jongin? Wha-"

"Move."

Jongin pushed Sehun aside, and walked into the house, discarding his coat. He left his boots and scarf on before turning around to face Sehun whose mouth was gaped open. "What gives you the right to just barge in here without an invitation? I told you earlier that we can't have the project here so just leave, and we'll meet at your hou-"

"You talk too much, you know that?" Jongin said with a sly smirk as he began walking towards him. His eyes were dark, and held something that Sehun wasn't familiar with. Each step that Jongin made towards him was a step that Sehun took to step back. "I told you that I was coming over here to do it. Did that not click with you when I said it or.. Or were you too busy staring at me again?" Jongin asked him, still smirking as his advancements continued. Sehun sputtered as he continued to move back away from the older. Once his back was against the wall, Jongin put his arm right beside his head. Despite Sehun being inch or so taller, Jongin still managed to look so much bigger than he was. It confused him but he didn't have time to think anymore of it when Jongin's other hand enclosed him. Sehun's lips parted as his heart began to race. "Sehun ah, are you a virgin or what? I heard that you've done things but you seem so uptight and too shy to do anything like the rumors say," Jongin breathed, licking his lips. Sehun's eyes followed that seductive tongue of his as his own breath hitched in his throat. He swallowed before Jongin's words processed and set in his mind.

"What? What rumors? Why are there rumors to begin with? And I'm not telling you whether I'm a virgin or not. It's none of your business, actually," Sehun replied, his eyebrows furrowed in irritation. Jongin looked at the youngers eyebrows before he poked them both. That only made Sehun bring them together even more. Jongin chuckled, and it made Sehun's heart jump. "Look, stop listening to every rumor you hear and actually believe them. Now, move so I can make a snack or something. Plus, we need to get started on this dumb project," Sehun said, looking him in the eyes.

"You were beginning to bore me anyway," Jongin replied, dropping his arms, and taking a step back. Sehun was about to retaliate but Jongin was already heading towards the many pictures that were by the good china and knicknacks. Yes. Those embarrassing photos that your parents would put up, and think that everyone that come in the house should see. Those. He rolled his eyes, and let Jongin do whatever while he went into the kitchen to get him some strawberries.

Afterwards, Sehun peeked back in the living room to find Jongin still looking at the pictures. He bit his lip, and fluttered upstairs to his room to get his backpack. He hoped and silently prayed that Jongin wouldn't come upstairs to follow him. Lucky for him, the house was pretty big and had many rooms which meant many doors so there was no way that Jongin would know which one was his. Unless, like he was thinking, he followed him. At that, Sehun turned around to see if he was, and much to his relief, he wasn't. Good.

When he reached his room, he quickly shut the door behind him. His eyes searched for his backpack, and luckily it was sitting on his bed. All of his psychology notes was in there, everything that he would need for the project. In his haste that morning, he had forgot to grab it, and was only left with what he had in his locker. Before he grabbed it, he stopped and thought about the very reason why he didn't want Jongin to come in his room. "Oh!" He dropped to his knees, and looked under the bed. "Ah, here it is," He said to himself as he pulled the long velvet box from underneath. He blushed, and brushed a hand over the top of the box before rubbing the sides. He bit his lip, and slowly slide the top aside to see its contents.

It was true. Sehun was a virgin but it didn't come off as a surprise. However, that didn't mean that he didn't have hormones raging. He often touched himself, and it got so often that he had decided to visit a toy shop downtown. It was hard for him to go at first but luckily Baekhyun had went with him. There were so many options. So many to choose from that, at first, he just bought the basics. Dildo, cock ring, lubricant, an anal plug, the light things. However, after some time, he was finding himself to grow quite bored of those things. He wanted somethng much more exciting. Something...kinkier. Baekhyun knew everything about Sehun. Well, everything that Sehun let him know. He had a daddy kink, and it was a sensitive topic for him to think on. He had watched many porn videos over kinks, but the daddy kink caught his upmost attention. Only because he loved being praised, and calling someone daddy. He wanted to be punished when done wrong. He wanted to be rewarded and called a good boy whenever he did something right. Also, someone to take care of him like the baby boy he was.

His fingertips grazed the paddle and leather straps that were meant to bound and punish him. He shivered. He yearned to have someone use his little toys and things on him but it needed to be someone he could trust because once bounded, he wouldn't be able to do a thing. That person would have all of the control. That gave him such an unexplainable thrill. Another shiver ran down his spine at the thought of being tied down, and letting someone have control. Not just someone. His daddy. "Mmm," He hummed, and gave one last once over at the contents of the box before he slid the top back over. Wait.

Did he lock the door?

"Sehun, I've looked at all seven rooms, where the hell-" Jongin stopped in mid sentence, seeing Sehun on the floor. He snorted, and leaned against the doorway. "Huh. So this must be your room? It's..." He looked around the room to find it pretty clean and sorted. Organized and neat. Exactly how Sehun was. "..you. Very much you." Then his eyes darted down to what Sehun was holding. He nodded at the pretty box with a quirked eyebrow. "What's that?" He asked.

Sehun looked down at the box before he scrambled to his feet quickly, blushing. "N-nothing! Just old stuff I was suppose to get rid of," He said, stuttering and clutching the box tightly. He should've shoved the box back under the bed until it was hidden behind whatever else was under there. His heart was racing, and the fear of Jongin actually finding out how not so innocent he was... It scared him because what if he decided to tell his friends about what he does in private? Then the whole school finds out... That only shook him up even more. "J-just go back downstairs, I'll get everything," He said but he somehow knew that Jongin wasn't going to drop it unless he knew exactly what was in the box.

Jongin moved from the doorframe, and closed the door behind him with a small smirk. "Forget the project, I think I found something a little more interesting. Now," Once he was right in front of the younger, he rose an eyebrow. "what's in the box, Sehun?"

Sehun held his breath for a moment before letting it go. Maybe Jongin had a heart underneath all of the black tar that seemed to cover it. Maybe he wouldn't judge him for what he does. Maybe it was okay to give Jongin the benefit of the doubt. He bit his lip, and missed when Jongin's eyes followed the movement. "I... Things. Things that I would rather keep to myself. Please just let it go, Jongin," he said lowly.

Jongin almost wanted to laugh because that wasn't his personality to just let things go. No, he wanted answers and, like always, he got them. Before Sehun was even able to blink, the box was ripped from his grip, and held high above Sehun's head. Even though Sehun was an inch taller than Jongin, his arms weren't long enough to reach the box. He felt like crying because he knew that once he told Jongin, the jokes would come, and then the public humliation. He sighed. There was no way in avoiding it. He had no choice. Might as well get it over with.

"Toys."

"..."

Silence filled the room, nothing but utter silence. Sehun was sure that he could hear a fly fluttering it's tiny wings somewhere. That was how quiet it got. He tucked his bottom lip under his teeth, waiting for the jokes to come. After moments of more silence passed, Sehun finally got up the courage to look Jongin in the eyes, and instantly regretted it. He couldn't speak. All he could do is stare into those dark orbs, and wait patiently for him to say something. Anything.

"What kind of toys?" Jongin asked him, not breaking eye contact. "Vibrators, dildos, stuff like that right?"

There was no denying what Jongin was saying because he was right. How did he guess it right? Sehun had no clue, and wasn't even sure that he even wanted to know. He just couldn't believe this was happening right now, to be honest. "Yeah... Now that you know, could you just give it back to me so that we can go back downstairs and do this stupid project so that you can go?" He asked, gnawing on his bottom lip, and tapping his foot.

Jongin smirked, and clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Nooo. I can't do that. No way. I wanna see these toys," He replied back before lowering the box. Big mistake. Sehun tried reaching for it but out of instinct, Jongin pushed him, him landing on the bed on his back. Jongin set the box on the bed, and quickly turned Sehun around so that he was on his stomach. He pinned the youngers wrists at his lower back, and kept them there with one hand before lifting the top of the box. "Let's see what you don't want me to see."

What Jongin saw literally turned his mouth into the sahara desert. There were so many toys, so many that Sehun actually used on himself or planned to. He picked up the paddle, and hummed. "So...you like to be spanked?" He asked him, laying the paddle on Sehun's back which caused the younger to let out a small whimper. Jongin froze, hearing that. Seeing the toys turned him on so bad, imagining small Sehun with a fake cock in his ass, and a cock ring over his dick. Jongin growled lowly. "Sehun, is this why you never want to do projects over your house? Afraid that I might find your box of secrets?"

Sehun was too ashamed to even respond so he just settled with a nod. Jongin looked at the paddle then at the leather straps that were meant to bound him. He had an idea. "Stay still or you'll get worse," He said before reaching into the box, and getting the straps. He clicked one on one of Sehun's wrists and then the other before clicking them together so his hands were firmly behind his back. "Ah, there we go."

Sehun's heart was likely to have jumped right out of his chest at the fact that Jongin was actually usually his sex toys on him. Who would've ever thought?

"Now," Jongin shifted to being on the edge of the bed, and pulled Sehun up to where he could lay across Jongin's lap. "the fact that you weren't honest with me...that deserves a little punishment, don't you think?" He didn't give Sehun time to even object before he grabbed the paddle, and hit it right onto the youngers plump ass.

"A-ahh! J-jongin, what are you-"

"Jongin? No. No, see from now until I'm done with you, you're to call me daddy. Do you understand?" He asked him, this time letting him respond because he wanted Sehun to know that he intended on using things on him, and showing him what it meant to be honest. Respectful. Obedient.

Sehun whimpered, and muffled out a, "Y-yes." Wasn't good enough. Sehun got another hit across his ass, and he let out a cry, feeling the tears well up in his eyes.

"Yes. What."

The tears dropped down onto the carpeted floor, creating small little puddles. Sehun wanted so bad to moan out, and let Jongin know that spanking him wasn't affecting him in the way that Jongin intended but he was selfish. He wanted more hits. To be told afterwards that he's a good boy. Who would've thought that he would ever actually call Kim Jongin, the most idiotic, egotistical guy in school daddy. He was honestly losing his sense of thinking rationally so the idea of calling him daddy didn't sound so bad. So. He did.

"Yes. Yes daddy."

That was all Jongin needed to hear. All of their previous disputes, and disagreements they had flew right out of the window when he gave Sehun another hit and heard that delicious moan fall from the younger pretty pink lips. It sounded so heavenly. A huge turn on too. He wanted to hear more of that.

Jongin fumbled with unlocking the straps on Sehun's wrists, tossing them back in the box. "Stand up. Strip. Don't face me. Can you do that for me baby boy?"

Sehun shivered before he nodded slowly. He stood up, discarded his clothing, and faced the other direction. He covered himself up, rubbing his legs together. He couldn't believe he was actually naked in front of the guy that he had claimed to hate so much. However, his crush on him wasn't much but after calling him daddy, something ignited the flame. Started the fire. Started something that they could never go back to.

"Good." Jongin commented before standing up. He grabbed a black horse whip, and let it trail along Sehun's pale, trembling thighs before lighting him there earning himself a small squeak. Jongin smirked, and tried more of his luck before moving the tips along his round butt, stroking him lightly before striking him twice there. Sehun covered his mouth, keeping the loud cry in. He was still severely sore, and it felt so good he didn't want to give in to it unless Jongin told him to.

Jongin moved the whip across Sehun's sensitive, pink nipples but didn't strike him. He ran it along his long neck, humming at how beautiful Sehun looked. So lean. So small but still an inch taller. It for him. It was cute. He was cute. Jongin was mentally admitting it. Sehun was definitely his type in every single way possible.

After teasing him enough, he decided that the tightening in his pants was becoming unbearable so he undressed completely, and rose a hand to Sehun's cheek. He looked at his lips, which he was still biting on. Such a turn on. Jongin growled, and claimed those lips as if they belonged to him. Well, they did now.

He tugged at his bottom lip, and when Sehun gasped from the hands gripping his ass, Jongin took that opportunity to dive his tongue right in, and taste him. So sweet. So innocent yet so tainted at the same time. He moved his lips down to Sehun's neck, and left many marks there. He wanted anyone that would see to know he was claimed. That no one was to ever touch him. He was Jongin's. All his. "You're mine now. No one else's, do you understand?" Jongin nipped at his neck up to his earlobe, sucking there causing Sehun to let out a mewl and cringe up. His body was so sensitive but that was what Jongin liked about him. As said, he was innocent but his body wasn't. A pure sin to Jongin.

"Yes, ah, yes daddy. All yours. Mmm but what about the psychology project? We-we have to choose a topic that studies the mind," Sehun muttered, curling against the older to hide himself. Jongin smirked against his neck before pulling away to look at him.

"Babe, I would rather study your body than the mind. Let's do an anatomy project instead. We can start with your pink, tight hole. Get on the bed for me," Jongin said before quickly biting at Sehun's bottom lip. The younger hastily got onto the bed, and awaited his next command. "On all fours, baby," The older said, his arms crossed over his chest.

Sehun didn't waste no time in doing exactly what Jongin wanted him to do. Once there, he let his head hang in anticipation. What was he going to do exactly? There was never no predicting Jongin's actions. He was always so mysterious. Never gave any indication on what his next moves would be. It was nerve-wrecking. He didn't know whether he was allowed to speak but he didn't dare it. He wanted to just so that he could get punished again but he didn't want anymore teasing. He just wanted to be fucked already.

Jongin grabbed the lube out of the box, and set it aside. He had different plans for his next play. He smirked before grabbing Sehun's hips, positioning him the way that he needed to be. Then, he crouched down, and parted the younger cheeks to look at his puckering hole. He never took notice but Sehun keeps himself insanely clean. He didn't see not a speck of hair anywhere on his body. Don't get Jongin wrong, it was weird to see but he was definitely attracted to it. So attracted. God, Sehun was like a drug. Always had been. Now he finally would have that very person underneath him, trembling and calling out his name. His name.

Jongin smirked before he pushed his wet, warm tongue past the rim, darting it in and out. Sehun wailed out in ecstasy as he pushed himself against Jongin's tongue, wanting him to go deeper. Wanting something else other than his tongue.

Jongin gripped at the youngers hips to still him, and that only turned Sehun on even more. "Mmm daddy, please, I want you s-so badly. Please," He begged and pleaded, wanting nothing more than to have Jongin deep inside of him, abusing his hole so that he would have a hard time sitting down the next day. The older pulled back, sliding a thumb in his hole before saying, "How bad, baby? I want to know that you won't regret this when I do it." He said, still having some sense that after everything was over, would Sehun want to continue whatever they had going. Or...or would things end..

Sehun bit his lip, and shook his head. "Don't worry about it. I...I've always had a crush on you. I was more worried about you throwing me to the side after today than anything else..." he said, feeling his eyebrows come together slowly as his stomach tossed and turned at the idea. If Jongin never spoke to him again after this, it would crush him. He would've felt like a rag doll. Used. Exposed for letting him in on one of the biggest secrets he had ever had to keep besides his sexuality. It was the last thing he wanted to happen.

Jongin removed his thumb, and patted Sehun's butt to turn around, and lay on his back. Sehun did so, daring himself to look right into Jongin's eyes. They were so soft and held so much compassion that it honestly surprised him considering compassion didn't seem to be in Jongin's nature. Ever. It was comforting to say to the least. He blushed. Jongin leaned down, almost an inch from their noses touching, before saying, "I would never ignore you. Never forget that we laid in bed together. Hell, I would be dumb to leave when I could have you. You all to myself. Do you know what type of gen you are? Amazing. You're really something Oh Sehun. I don't want anyone else to get the pleasure in touching any part of you because you now belong to me. Me. Is that clear?"

Sehun wasn't sure whether he could call him by his name or still by daddy so he chanced it and just said, "Okay, Jonginnie," He said before he felt lips bite at his neck. He let out a surprised squeak. "J-jongin-"

"Yah, what did I tell you? It's still daddy," Jongin replied, leaning back and claiming Sehun's lips. He couldn't wait any longer so while kissing him, Jongin reached down, and grabbed the bottle of lube. He pulled back, and leaned up to squeeze some onto his palm. He stroked his length, coating it with lube before running his hands up and down Sehun's milky thighs. He smirked, "Ready, baby?" Sehun nodded, trying to not squirm from excitement. Jongin found him so cute but not cute enough to no want to fuck him senseless.

After lining himself up right at Sehun's hole, he pushed himself in slowly. Inch by inch, making sure to not hurt him. Sehun covered his mouth, caging the cries that wanted to leave. The corners of his eyes leaked with tears from his uncomfortable Jongin being in him felt. The dildos he had weren't half the size of Jongin so it was difficult to make his body instantly accept the fullness of his length. Jongin was just well equipped and well blessed.

His hands shot out to grasp at the sheets under him as his back arched once Jongin was in him fully. All the way to the hilt. "Ah...oh god.." he breathed, reaching out with one hand to grip one of Jongin's muscled arms.

"Fuck. Ah, Sehun you're so right, shit," Jongin said under his breath, groaning at how warm and tight Sehun was. He definitely didn't regret being seated next to Sehun in psychology. Hell no.

"Mmm, yes. Please daddy, please move, I can't wait any longer," Sehun said, biting his lip, trying to not move but it was so hard when Jongin was being so still.

That was all Jongin needed to hear. His hips began moving at a fast pace, angling them to the side so that he could find that one spot that he knew would have Sehun unraveling like a fresh roll of thread. The sounds that left Sehun's lips were so sinful, so hot that they put Jongin's mind in a hazy frenzy. He had one motive at that point, and one only. To cum all in Sehun's ass, and know that the younger was full of his seed. Now that was hot.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," Jongin growled, pumping in and out of Sehun like a pistol. He had so much pent up frustration and so did Sehun. Hence why the younger wanted him to go harder, deeper, faster even. Both of them needed the release but without knowing they also needed one another in more ways than they knew.

Jongin was more than sure that there would be bruises on Sehun's hips but that only added fuel to the fire inside of him because that meant more territory marks. More reasons for someone to not touch what wasn't theirs. The thought of anyone touching Sehun set him off. It angered him.

He flipped the younger over, and pulled his hips up before entering him again, and going at such a pace that it almost seemed inhumane. It definitely felt like it to Sehun but no way in hell was he even complaining. He was definitely going to cum untouched. Something that never happened to him before. First time for everything.

"Oh fu- Ah, yes, oh my god daddy, I- I'm gonna cum, ah yes yes yes," He moaned out shamelessly, leaning down to stuff his face in one of his pillows as Jongin continued to jet in and out him, slapping his ass periodically to add affect. Sehun's moans grew louder and louder before they became pitched as he came all over his once clean sheets. As he continued to milk himself along him stomach and the sheets, Jongin was growing closer and closer to climax which came sooner than he even realized.

"Oh shit, oh fuck, ah! S-sehun!" Jongin exclaimed, gripping the youngers hips as he emptied himself out all inside of him. Sehun whimpered feeling the warmth in his stomach settle with Jongin's warm, thick cum. As Jongin rode out his orgasm, he rubbed Sehun's back with a drowsy smile before flopping down beside him.

He reached out, and pulled Sehun on top of him so that he could get a real good look at what was finally his. He kissed Sehun's nose, his eyelids then everywhere else but saved his lips for last. He slowly kissed him. Nothing like how rushed he was earlier. No. This kiss held passion. Sehun blushed a bright pink at how tender and gentle Jongin was being with him. He wanted to believe that everything that had happened was real but it seemed so much like a dream. No way did he just have sex with Kim Jongin, that idiot he couldn't stand. The idiot that never did his work. The idiot that had all of the girls pining after him. That idiot.

He smiled against Jongin's lips, and cradled his face with his pale, slender hands.

His idiot.

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Bad Bunny went silent on May 19. The Puerto Rican artist Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio, who has collaborated with stars like Cardi B, Drake and J Balvin, had just released two albums, set off a controversy by cross-dressing in a hit music video and graced the cover of Rolling Stone. After all that activity, it was time to disconnect, even from his cell phone.

Just a few days later, the callous killing of George Floyd at the hands of a Minneapolis police officer as three other officers looked on set off a series of protests in the U.S. that reinvigorated movements for racial justice around the world. Normally, Martínez does not shy away from politics: last year, he canceled a tour to join anti-corruption protests in Puerto Rico that ultimately led to the resignation of Gov. Ricardo Rosselló. He has made no secret of his disdain for President Trump. And he has become a de facto advocate for the LGBTQ+ community, a notable development from an artist in a musical tradition that has long espoused a culture of machismo.

Now, Martínez is breaking his silence to share, exclusively with TIME, a response to the Black Lives Matter movement, in the form of a “lyrical statement” that speaks to his current headspace. “There are many simple but powerful ways of helping, such as teaching, educating your community, your family, your friends,” he told TIME in an email exchange from Puerto Rico, where he is currently self-isolating. “At the moment, we are working on where to contribute seriously, economically and humanely, using the resources we have to support and in some way be part of the #BlackLivesMatter movement.” He remains off of social media. “I simply do not have a phone,” he explains. “But I know I can contribute much more from here and from the heart, as I always do.”

Martínez is not the first non-Black celebrity to speak out in support of Black Lives Matter, nor is he the first musical artist or celebrity to release a statement reflecting on the importance of justice and equality. Pop stars like Halsey, Pink and Harry Styles have been spotted marching in protests; Billie Eilish was one of many to share a long statement on social media; Chris Evans and Angelina Jolie have made donations to related funds. Fellow Latinx artists, including Ricky Martin and Camila Cabello, have also displayed solidarity for the movement. Some gestures have landed better than others.

But Martínez, whose own home of Puerto Rico has also hosted Black Lives Matter protests in recent weeks, has been absent from the conversation until now — to the dismay of some of his fans. In a recent interview with EW, comedian George Lopéz criticized the silence of many Latinx celebrities in the face of global protests. Meanwhile, in some U.S. cities, Latinx communities are displaying solidarity with the mission of Black Lives Matter, calling out the fact that systemic discrimination disproportionately affects them as well. Race has long been a fraught subject in Latin American countries, where the legacy of European colonialism remains and discrimination persists against Black and indigenous people. And reggaeton music, more specifically, has been called out with allegations of anti-Blackness.

“There are artists who only upload a photo or a basic message just to calm public pressure or to look ‘good,'” Martínez told TIME. “Not me… I want to go deeper and see in what way I can serve, how I can support the fight against a systematic monster that has been [around for] centuries. It’s a problem that perhaps will not have been solved when I die, but at least I will know that I have contributed something for future generations that, with faith, will enjoy freedom and justice.”

When asked about his place in this struggle, Martínez was clear: it is an intersectional issue. “In the case of reggaeton music, we have always struggled against discrimination, and even though today it is the world’s number one Latino genre, we continue to suffer from that discrimination, both in the world for being Latino, and in the Latino community itself for being a genre that comes from the street.” Reggaeton has a Black history that is often overlooked. He also noted President Trump’s attitude towards Latinos. “The President of the United States has made it clear since the beginning of his presidency that discrimination against Latinos is more than present; he has given even more power to racism at this time.” And in this broader struggle against racism, Martínez says, both Latinos and Black people suffer the consequences.

His full statement is written like a song. “In a world like this,” he writes, “none of us can breathe.” Below, it is shared in both the original Spanish as well as an English translation.

PERDONEN

Perdonen mi silencio pero ni estoy creyendo lo que pasa, quizás es porque solo veo corazones mas me ensañaron en mi casa, que todos somos iguales sin importar la raza, religión, apellido; que a un hermano, se le abraza.

LES JURO que no me siento bien, ni bien me puedo expresar, les juro que me duele y me duele hasta pensar. Que hoy aun por el color de piel de alguien, ¿lo puedan matar? EN UN MUNDO ASÍ, YO TAMPOCO PUEDO RESPIRAR

F–K DONALD TRUMP! PRESIDENTE DEL RACISMO, TU ODIO Y TIRANÍA, ESO SÍ ES TERRORISMO. QUE LA LUCHA NO PARE, QUE NADIE BAJE SU PUÑO, QUE SEPAN QUE ESTAMOS EN CASA, QUE ESTE ES NUESTRO TERRUÑO.

Recuerdo; al niño que tenia “pelo malo” le decían, igual que a mis vecinitos negros, y ellos también se lo creían. malo? malo es aquel que piensa eso todavía, SIN SABER QUE POR SUS VENAS CORRE LA MISMA SANGRE QUE LA MÍA.

¿Quién te enseñó a ser así? ¿Por qué no quieres cambiar? quizás ES CULPA DE LA PRENSA POR NUNCA DECIR LA VERDAD, O LAS CLASES DE HISTORIA QUE NO CUENTAN LA REALIDAD, Y MUESTRAN A LOS NEGROS DE ESCLAVOS CON TANTA NORMALIDAD, Y DESCUBRIMIENTO LE LLAMARON, A LA BRUTALIDAD.

DE ASESINAR Y DE HUMILLAR A LOS DE OTRO COLOR, QUE 500 AÑOS DESPUÉS, SIGUE ARRASTRANDO EL DOLOR. EL ODIO NO MATA AL ODIO, ESO LO HACE PEOR. PERO EN UN MUNDO ASÍ, ¿QUIÉN QUIERE DAR SU AMOR?

SI FUERA POR MÍ, NADA DE ESTO PASARA, SI FUERA POR MÍ, NADA DE ESTO EXISTIERA. NADIE CONOCE A NADIE POR MIRARLO A LA CARA, NADIE CONOCE A NADIE POR COMO SE MIRA POR FUERA.

PERDONEN QUE MI FURIA HOY SEA SILENTE. PERDONENME POR HOY SENTIRME IMPOTENTE, LES JURO QUE LES AMO Y SIEMPRE ESTARÉ CON MI GENTE PERO QUE USTEDES SIEMPRE LUCHEN ESO ES LO IMPORTANTE.

¡¡NUNCA ESPEREN POR ARTISTAS, NI POR HÉROES FICTICIOS, USTEDES SON QUIENES TIENEN EL PODER!! ENSEÑALE A TU HIJO, A TU HIJA, A RESPETAR Y AMAR SIN IMPORTAR EL COLOR DE PIEL, EDUCA A QUIENES PARECEN NO SABER SOBRE LA HISTORIA DE SUFRIMIENTO Y LUCHA QUE HA TENIDO LA GENTE NEGRA, SOBRE LAS INJUSTICIAS CON LAS QUE CARGAMOS POR SIGLOS. TAL VEZ HOY NO CAMBIEMOS EL MUNDO, PERO MAÑANA HAREMOS LA DIFERENCIA.

#BLACKLIVESMATTER

FORGIVE ME

Forgive my silence. But I can’t even believe this is still happening. Maybe it’s because I’ve always seen people’s hearts and, in my house, I was always taught that we are all the same regardless of race, religion and surname; that we are all brothers/sisters.

I SWEAR I don’t feel well, and I don’t think I can express myself properly, I swear it hurts! It hurts to know that people are still being killed because of the color of their skin. LIVING IN A WORLD LIKE THIS, NONE OF US CAN BREATHE!

F–K DONALD TRUMP! PRESIDENT OF RACISM! YOUR HATE AND TYRANNY, THAT’S TERRORISM. DON’T STOP THE FIGHT, DON’T LOWER YOUR FISTS, KNOW THAT WE ARE ALL HOME, THAT THIS IS OUR LAND.

I remember the white boy with the “bad hair,” that’s what they would say, just like they did to my black neighbors, and they believed it too. Bad? Bad are those who still think that way, WITHOUT REALIZING THAT THE SAME BLOOD RUNS THROUGH OUR VEINS.

Who taught you to be this way? Why don’t you seek change?

MAYBE THE PRESS IS TO BLAME FOR NEVER SHOWING THE TRUTH OR HISTORY CLASSES THAT DON’T TEACH US A REAL ACCOUNT OF EVENTS AND SHOW BLACK SLAVES WITH SUCH NORMALCY AND WHO STILL CALL THIS BRUTALITY A “DISCOVERY.”

TO MURDER AND HUMILIATE THOSE OF ANOTHER SKIN COLOR, THAT 500 YEARS LATER, THAT PAIN KEEPS DRAGGING ON. HATE DOESN’T STOP HATE, IT JUST MAKES IT WORSE. IN A WORLD LIKE THAT, WHO WANTS TO GIVE THEIR LOVE?

IF IT WAS UP TO ME, NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED, IF IT WAS UP TO ME, NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE EXISTED. YOU CAN’T KNOW SOMEONE BY SIMPLY LOOKING AT THEIR FACE, YOU CAN’T KNOW SOMEONE BY ONLY LOOKING AT THEIR OUTER APPEARANCE.

FORGIVE ME THAT MY ANGER TODAY IS SILENT. FORGIVE ME FOR FEELING IMPOTENT TODAY. I SWEAR TO YOU I LOVE YOU AND I WILL ALWAYS STAND BY MY PEOPLE, BUT WHAT’S IMPORTANT IS THAT YOU GUYS ALWAYS FIGHT FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN.

NEVER WAIT FOR ARTISTS, OR FOR FICTITIOUS HEROES, YOU ARE THE ONES WHO HAVE THE POWER!!! TEACH YOUR SONS AND YOUR DAUGHTERS TO RESPECT AND LOVE REGARDLESS OF SKIN COLOR. EDUCATE THOSE WHO DO NOT SEEM TO KNOW ABOUT THE HISTORY OF SUFFERING AND STRUGGLE THAT BLACK PEOPLE HAVE ENDURED, ABOUT THE INJUSTICES WE CARRIED FOR CENTURIES. MAYBE WE WON’T CHANGE THE WORLD TODAY, BUT TODAY WE CAN WORK ON MAKING A DIFFERENCE FOR TOMORROW.

#BLACKLIVESMATTER

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hellofastestnewsfan · 4 years ago

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His full statement is written like a song. “In a world like this,” he writes, “none of us can breathe.” Below, it is shared in both the original Spanish as well as an English translation.

PERDONEN

F–K DONALD TRUMP! PRESIDENTE DEL RACISMO, TU ODIO Y TIRANÍA, ESO SÍ ES TERRORISMO. QUE LA LUCHA NO PARE, QUE NADIE BAJE SU PUÑO, QUE SEPAN QUE ESTAMOS EN CASA, QUE ESTE ES NUESTRO TERRUÑO.

DE ASESINAR Y DE HUMILLAR A LOS DE OTRO COLOR, QUE 500 AÑOS DESPUÉS, SIGUE ARRASTRANDO EL DOLOR. EL ODIO NO MATA AL ODIO, ESO LO HACE PEOR. PERO EN UN MUNDO ASÍ, ¿QUIÉN QUIERE DAR SU AMOR?

SI FUERA POR MÍ, NADA DE ESTO PASARA, SI FUERA POR MÍ, NADA DE ESTO EXISTIERA. NADIE CONOCE A NADIE POR MIRARLO A LA CARA, NADIE CONOCE A NADIE POR COMO SE MIRA POR FUERA.

PERDONEN QUE MI FURIA HOY SEA SILENTE. PERDONENME POR HOY SENTIRME IMPOTENTE, LES JURO QUE LES AMO Y SIEMPRE ESTARÉ CON MI GENTE PERO QUE USTEDES SIEMPRE LUCHEN ESO ES LO IMPORTANTE.

#BLACKLIVESMATTER

FORGIVE ME

F–K DONALD TRUMP! PRESIDENT OF RACISM! YOUR HATE AND TYRANNY, THAT’S TERRORISM. DON’T STOP THE FIGHT, DON’T LOWER YOUR FISTS, KNOW THAT WE ARE ALL HOME, THAT THIS IS OUR LAND.

Who taught you to be this way? Why don’t you seek change?

#BLACKLIVESMATTER

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#Blogger

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newstechreviews · 4 years ago

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His full statement is written like a song. “In a world like this,” he writes, “none of us can breathe.” Below, it is shared in both the original Spanish as well as an English translation.

PERDONEN

F–K DONALD TRUMP! PRESIDENTE DEL RACISMO, TU ODIO Y TIRANÍA, ESO SÍ ES TERRORISMO. QUE LA LUCHA NO PARE, QUE NADIE BAJE SU PUÑO, QUE SEPAN QUE ESTAMOS EN CASA, QUE ESTE ES NUESTRO TERRUÑO.

DE ASESINAR Y DE HUMILLAR A LOS DE OTRO COLOR, QUE 500 AÑOS DESPUÉS, SIGUE ARRASTRANDO EL DOLOR. EL ODIO NO MATA AL ODIO, ESO LO HACE PEOR. PERO EN UN MUNDO ASÍ, ¿QUIÉN QUIERE DAR SU AMOR?

SI FUERA POR MÍ, NADA DE ESTO PASARA, SI FUERA POR MÍ, NADA DE ESTO EXISTIERA. NADIE CONOCE A NADIE POR MIRARLO A LA CARA, NADIE CONOCE A NADIE POR COMO SE MIRA POR FUERA.

PERDONEN QUE MI FURIA HOY SEA SILENTE. PERDONENME POR HOY SENTIRME IMPOTENTE, LES JURO QUE LES AMO Y SIEMPRE ESTARÉ CON MI GENTE PERO QUE USTEDES SIEMPRE LUCHEN ESO ES LO IMPORTANTE.

#BLACKLIVESMATTER

FORGIVE ME

F–K DONALD TRUMP! PRESIDENT OF RACISM! YOUR HATE AND TYRANNY, THAT’S TERRORISM. DON’T STOP THE FIGHT, DON’T LOWER YOUR FISTS, KNOW THAT WE ARE ALL HOME, THAT THIS IS OUR LAND.

Who taught you to be this way? Why don’t you seek change?

#BLACKLIVESMATTER

#Blogger

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behumbled94 · 5 years ago

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What??

I wake up in the morning screaming “FUCK” knowing that the day I am about to lead is not my own. I say “FUCK” with bass in my voice so I can wake up the demons inside of me. I treat them as my friends on a daily basis, praying for their nonexistence but knowing that because of them I am who I am. After we all wake up, I decide whether to feed my hunger with artificial crap that will only sustain me for the minutes that I consume it or I decide to wash off the masturbatory filth of last night. I usually choose to quench my hunger because my stomach roars louder than my stench and stickiness. Whenever my morning routine is done, I decide which clothes to wear, whether it be comfortable or itchy, tight or baggy, bright or dark. I have no system with clothes because I wear the same stuff every week, not fearing the time someone will ask “Do you own anything else?” I finally leave for work on my 7-minute journey to uncertainty, where I am around more white people than I am black. The details of my work are unimportant because it doesn’t feel real to me. It feels like a simple fact pattern that I would see every day in school, where I had to check off an element list to decide whether someone lives or dies. My job isn’t as hectic as it could be but it is damaging to me because I don’t know if it is a simple waste of time. I prayed for this life but this life still doesn’t seem blessed. I feel like the demons laugh every time I pray at work, as I think they know that I’m not built for this life and that it is a matter of time until they, my office, figures it out too. I stay later in the day to please my masters and sit there hopeful in what I’m doing is right but I leave as soon as my stomach says “It’s time to wrap things up because we must feast.” I race home to find sustenance, only to find an empty fridge and a pantry with so many dense carbs that I would be constipated if I indulge. I settle for fast food as always, forcing fries down my throat like a POV porno, choaking cuz I know I’m eating too fast. I finally finish my speed eating session only to find that my boredom has surfaced, once again, my brain has to decide of whether to be productive and aprender espanol or watch pornography or watch tv or talk on the phone with the friend that loves me way more than I like her. I normally choose clase de espanol, pornography, and tv. That way if someone wants to call, I have a legitimate excuse that “I didn’t have my phone on me.” I finish my lessons and lay down for hours with my porn and tv until my brain screams out “WE’RE TIRED OF THIS FUCKING DAY.” I proceed to the bed where now an off TV resides and stare at the phone until my eyes defeat my scrolling. I subconsciously say good night to my life and await the scary shit of tomorrow and just hope that one day I can have enough money to leave this life and my demons behind. Then I remember, unless I’m dead I will always be running.

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I’m leaving tumblr because it is compromised.

THE SAME FOR MICROSOFT. Today’s date April6th2018.

Link for the worldwide web scoria: https://chaosjoker.wixsite.com/burn

Another yahoo “error” for the record (their old password-stealing method got obsolete): http://www.player.one/tumblr-making-some-users-change-passwords-why-old-email-account-hack-forces-users-533635

The Sem Cam Files: https://ello.co/the-lead-vocal/post/e–xruzqztrqzirfgi6_gg

The Cyberthing Files:

https://ello.co/the-lead-vocal/post/3m-mxuwkryrnehjt1kl0sg

https://www.facebook.com/theleadvocal/posts/1996631590588116:0

Keep an eye on Cyberthing!

- It is imperative that you protect the victims of the shooting! They are cyberthing’s targets!! But still keep an eye on NK and cyberthing.

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/the-latest-break-in-reported-at-las-vegas-shooters-home/ar-AAtgOT3 A Las Vegas security guard who was shot in the head while helping concert-goers

flee the recent mass shooting will be laid to rest on Thursday.

Broadway says they don’t have any suspects or descriptions of possible suspects.

He told The Associated Press, “Nobody really saw anything, just a light was on

with nobody in the residence.”

Broadway says the officers discovered “someone had broken into the house” and

immediately contacted the FBI. He says it’s not clear how the person or persons

gained entry or whether anything was taken.

Time ruptures? The daughter of a woman injured during the Las Vegas shooting says she’s confused

about why police have changed the timeline involving the deadliest mass shooting

in modern U.S. history.-

13:57

Yo se que Costa Rica no tiene ejercito, pero quien dice que no tenemos inteligencia espacial y algunos planos importantes. Yo solo cumplo mi deber poniendo en alerta al pais. Yo detecte aeronaves e intromisiones en las redes. Estoy seguro. Fuera de vara sabe que al chile. Por aqui tenemos a mas de alguno que sabe bien de donde vienen esas esferas. Algunas perfectas. Que seran? Alguna clase de -? Luego vemos eso.

14:01

Surveys: Rate a good app a good rating, and they will smoothly make it dumber. All they want is to make sure we all don’t

progress.

15: 51

Now that we’re able to surf again, I see that the war for information files are no longer a secret

You broke the rules. Sorry guys I was not able to access for over – .

I was by myself. We were running out of time. When I was finally able to connect it was already too late. The war for the information has started. Maybe they had their part to do here. Of course they didn’t get anything from us either. And the most important part of the information they stole about the USSK is

secure. I won’t say it was a bate, but they have their systems. Mine are very advanced for this time.

We know that. When they understand what your mission is, this world will cover you. They will protect you, Federico.

Did you have time to prevent the ww3 on the dimension -?-

Yes. But the information is useless to us now here. We saw it happen there, some of the things we saw could happen here too.

That’s a good point. What do you have?

15:29

Cyberthing wasn’t there either, but all of what you have here already happened, except, something that calls my attention. The time space fluctuations there are even more abnormal than here, that universe was somehow older.

That’s impossible.

It is not like it may sound to you at the beggining Federico, the matter had a different density somehow.

You mean there are universes with less density than this, our yours?

We think it could be some kind of degradation phenomena.

You know the other day I was thinking about hell and heaven, do you think they exist? I mean, materialy?

Man lets save that conversation for another moment, we have some issues here.

How do we prevent any other cataclysm here? They seem to be able to hack many things. They could even see me trying ..-

You know the rules. Only this IP, this Mac, this…

yeah yeah I know this processor, this everything I got the point.

Why did you move? We told you to wait until we come back. I was worried you got lost in time or whatever. Unable to come back on time. That you’ve found the Cyberthing setting you a trap or something. That thing isn’t kidding. We are still here just because the universe is too

big…

And thanks to the good entity. You worry too much. Yes, a war for information starts, that is one key on the timespace travel, how did you get it again?

I simply you know gathered factors with my - -. Mine are very advanced for this time. I don’t wanna include more about my real

labs. That’s what I am telling you. They were here for hours trying to break into my info, but we know they just can’t because of what we already know.

Hum, you just did some brainwork and that’s it?

Lets say I didn’t break any law in the process.

That is probably why you are at this. You’re qualified.

Ok thanks. Now tell me what’s gonna happen.

Lets say they’re just trying to meet each other.

Anything to worry about? Like that we need to know?

The world will finally come to have the same knowledge in all areas. A process when humanity starts thinking as one has come. It is going to happen at exponential speed. You, as world, need to care about dealing the peace, as the first thing to consider. If you lose that north, the rest of your team should stop you and you should eventually resign.

Informing people, making awareness. Not race, not color. And you need to fight the conspiracy. The cospiracy is not one country, one man, or two. They are spread around the world and they have powers. Powers that you can only break by being aware and opening your eyes. Paying attention to this information. Not color not country no person not man, the conspiracy infiltrates into any structure, political, social, family. All the levels. You need to keep an eye on everything you know is wrong.

May I sugest legalizing the weed?

If you know they are unfair, prosecuting, things that are obvious, stupid things, and sometimes you even need to ignore, keep in mind that’s the conspiracy. Some of them are direct part of them. Some of them are just educated to be like that. Some of them feel so comfortable that they almost don’t even notice. But somehow

they know some influence that seems to be hard to control. You were right when you said Self destructive instict turn off They are using an instrument that amplifies the agressivity of humans. You know what it is and we know what it is and that is one of the first things we

need to have a diplomatic approach, and we don’t say because it is too shocking. But a considerable number of worldwide leaders know so. We will send the psychic at your convenience if you want to know how many of them are exactly aware of the instrument, that we both know but we don’t mouth.

Maybe later.

Good Observation. The world is sensitive in this moment with the information

that’s been obtained by Korea (North) in cyber security matters recently. And some of the other cyber attacks. Cyberthing is not behind those cyber attacks.

I am gonna try to see if I am able to post this hold on. 15:40.

Facebook log in issue again… screenshot taken at 15:45

17:15

Cyberthing is … We were thinking that cyberthing was out of this dimension,

https://www.msn.com/es-xl/noticias/tecnologia/as%c3%ad-es-como-pueden-robar-informaci%c3%b3n-privada-de-whatsapp/ar-AAthcLj?li=AAgh0dF&ocid=mailsignout

Oh no seems the possibilities that cyberthing is around are increasing https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/the-latest-break-in-reported-at-las-vegas-shooters-home/ar-AAtgOT3

https://laopinion.com/2017/10/10/de-verdad-isis-no-esta-detras-de-la-masacre-en-las-vegas/

but we are not sure that the version of reality we just were that break in happened. I see there are small time differences on the network failures you experienced, compared to the ones we have registered from the other dimension. This is another dimension. Something has changed. You saw previous versions of us. No one got your or our important information and we are a 100%. The only explanation for that is that someone already prevented our presence here, using time travel.

Those anomalies and some differences in such a short time could mean the presence of the same cyberthing. More, cyberthing and you were directly fighting. Cyberthing is after you. You put his operation in danger. He’s setting you up. This world seems to be more valuable than we thought. The possibilites are closing gates. It is highly possible that Cyberthing is back and watching us.

All the things that are happening smoothly and normaly seem to hide secret operations of the cyberthing. If we leave he will know. You need us now. At the other dimension the chain of events was broken and going fine, here it seems to be still under presure, by an unatural presence pushing it, This is the battle of battles, when we left, the chain of events changed again and cyberthing reapeared.

So what happened into Stephen Paddocks house today?

That didn’t happen either. (didn’t happen in the other dimension)

Are you sure.

Yes sir. (reafirms that that didn’t happen in the other dimension)

More. NK seems to have some kind of indirect “power” or “will” over your connections when you try to log in. We know that the application is not letting you because they don’t know what side are you. We know that your local ISP is aware of some things. But the way these events happened, seems to be masterminded the NK.

Can we get something about them? You were already on them. There’s nothing else. Unless…

Is cyberthing is behind this again, then why the war for the information was successfully prevented on the other dimension and not here?

Because we left. And that let cyberthing to come back. As we suspected as the beggining. He has not left. But he left. Everytime we appear he will go to somewhere in the future, until we can catch him or he wins. This world is the epicentric of the most important battle of all times. I am sorry for your planet boy. It is doomed.

Even if we defeat cyberthing somehow, it will cost you a considerable, I correct myself, a terrible ammount of victims. And if we don’t eventually fight, he will end up destroying everything.

So why is he playing strategic? We all know how to destroy this planet. Because this world is a time key.

Time key event.

Yes. And this one seems to be the most important after destroying my world, and

I know

And that means that your world is the next target. Its, or His first priority. Damn it and you are saying that I can’t even use other resources to post other than this station?

Federico, it’s time to break the rules we gave you. You will need to use every resource you have on stopping cyberthing. We will be with you. At the same time, we need an ambassador to your world, you are the one. Will be, if necesary. The threat is big, and if cyberthing is playing strategy, then that means that we need to as well.

18:01

- It is imperative that you protect the victims of the shooting! They are cyberthing’s targets!!

A Las Vegas security guard who was shot in the head while helping concert-goers

flee the recent mass shooting will be laid to rest on Thursday.

Broadway says they don’t have any suspects or descriptions of possible suspects.

He told The Associated Press, “Nobody really saw anything, just a light was on

with nobody in the residence.”

Broadway says the officers discovered “someone had broken into the house” and

immediately contacted the FBI. He says it’s not clear how the person or persons

gained entry or whether anything was taken.

Time ruptures? The daughter of a woman injured during the Las Vegas shooting says she’s confused

about why police have changed the timeline involving the deadliest mass shooting

in modern U.S. history.-

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/the-latest-break-in-reported-at-las-vegas-shooters-home/ar-AAtgOT3

The world is under attack. I repeat the world is under attack. United States is a potential target. I can’t log in on FB. Guys the worse hasn’t come. Declare national emergency. War has started. We know Cyberthing is after this but it is too late. Prepare to fight. 18:14

We have good people in every country and I don’t judge any country for one man or its government. I care about the people and always try to stop the fight. But cyberthing is dangerous as nothing we’ve seen before. It will do whatever to destroy us. I’m not saying to anyone to start the war. But be prepared. The threat is gigantic. We could be facing extintion together as a race.

18:17

We had a purpose of doing and saying things. To make sure of other things. Like cyberthing’s here for example. I can’t confirm right now if cyberthing was at the break in of the SP’S house, but with my own resources and some help we know that cyberthing is changing things. Is here. I volunteer to help as much as I can. Together we are stronger. You need to protect all the victims of the shooting. We don’t know which of them are the main targets.

I am not against United States and I am not against SK or NK. I just care about this cyberbeing. If Cyberthing has something to do with NK, it is extremely dangerous. But anyway, Cyberthing is the biggest threat. If you see cyberthing you must use all what you have. It is not an stupid automatic shit. It is advanced. Fast. Deadly. Mercyless. We need to stop him.

Ok reviewed and approved 18:50

Ok reviewed and approved 18:56

Ok reviewed and approved 19:13

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