#ignoran

[arte-inmortal]

Unos me quieren otros me odian pero jamas me ignoran.

Juan Pi de OkChicas

[puppppppppy]

started stardew valley for the first time. born to remember villager likes and dislikes forced to immediately forget it the moment i take my eyes off thw wiki

[idon-twannabeperceived]

GRINGOS CIERREN EL OJETE ABOUT ARGENTINA CHALLENGE

No exceptions just everyone shut up for a while or I'm gonna end up commiting murder suicide

[belyakovs]

De entre las sombras, su figura gradualmente se va mostrando al otro Cainita. "Casi parece que nada malo va a suceder al final de la noche. ¿No?"

[rakkuntoast]

Help, sigues peleando por la correcta caracterización de Missa, y veo el tag, y es como si te ignorasen olimpicamente. -Head in hands-

Además, quienes dudan que Missa puede ser una amenaza ni vieron las última veces que ha estado con Roier. Ni tiene que ser bueno en PvP para ser una amenaza, él muy rápido quita bloques de casas ajenas para hacer sus cosas y niega a los dueños de dichas casas que él cometió dicha acción, incluso si lo vieron hacerlo. Te puede mantener una discusión a gritos verbal por un buen, él este en lo cierto o no, y se va a enfrentar al peligro, aún si no tenga chances de que le salga bien.

Si él es más tímido con Philza, es otra cosa, y también comprensible incluso en perspectiva del personaje. ¿A Missa le gusta que le proteja y ayude? Claro, Phil allí estuvo cuando su grupo de amigos se caía a pedazos, así que, él lo aprecia mucho. Pero también dice que no lo merece y que quiere mejorar para ser merecedor de su familia, so, el cubito tiene muchas capas, más que solo ''poor defenseless man that cries and can't do shit.''

EKADWJASD ANON 😭😭 pos la vdd más que pelea la gente se metió a la discusión y to' eso, pero pues como dicen el que le tenga miedo a morir que no nazca

litt, en lo que no tiene de pvp lo tiene en joderle la vida a la gente sjdjdjaj, el es bastante astuto y escurridizo, el le sabe como sacar situaciones a su favor con las pocas cosas que tiene incluso si al final le sale todo mal

el cubito tiene mucha vuelta de por medio, pos si le gusta que lo cuiden pero no quiere ser un mantenido, el quiere poder ser independiente y ayudar a su familia de la misma forma que ellos hacen por el, porque para el el es como la teja mal puesta del techo y le cuesta encontrar su lugar en la familia (independientemente de cuantas veces le tienen que decir que no es necesario xd)

[amoebattle]

Kinda weird that people are acting like the redditors flooding in are gonna be any better than the twitter users.

[mihotose]

ive gotta be honest i have no idea why the plasmic manifestations post has nearly 1k i was thinking about inframaterialism whats everyone else thinking about

[migratory-coconuts]

https://x.com/collinrugg/status/1696543243557806483?s=12&t=SoD5sOSDRpH8ghxYX_U6bQ

[mis5citasfavoritas]

Mis #5 de "El Aleph"

[verso-abstracto]

Consejo del día: No cometas el error de ser tan comprensivo al punto de ignorar el hecho de que constantemente te faltan el respeto e ignoran tus sentimientos.

— Seguen Oríah.

[skating-jellyfish]

Hola, perdón por hecharle más leña al fuego pero Sudamérica no empieza por debajo de Mexico, y mucho menos pasa el ecuador por ahí. El Ecuador es una línea qué pasa por Colombia, Brasil y como su nombre lo indica Ecuador. Tal vez lo estás confundiendo con el trópico de cancer? Pero ese pasa como en la parte norte de Mexico.

Los países por debajo de Mexico, desde Guatemala hasta Panama, no son Sudamérica sino si propia región llamada Centroamérica, y si estudias estos podrás ver qué somos muy diferentes al sur teniendo nuestra propia cultura única, clima muy diferente al del sur, divisiones históricas, entre otras. Dicho esto, incluso con el recorte continental que los gringos hacen a veces sobre separar América en dos continentes, nosotros quedaríamos en la parte norte.

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

[bowwies]

hola soy belu y vengo a unirme a roleplayers anónimos!! no tanto pero casi. me di cuenta que tengo poquísimas conexiones con esta mujer así procederé a rifarla, no nos dejen flopear por favor prometemos mucho caos 🙏

tiene 25 años, es de leo y es la vocalista de the dudes, banda que integra junto a su mejor amiga james y otra más que es pnj lol. firmaron contrato con capitol records hace no mucho así que están empezando a sonar en radios festivales etc etc ya entienden. es parte de los skeletons j.

si vieron grey’s anatomy, está altamente basada en meredith grey. su mamá era algo así como una inminencia de la medicina y a su papá no lo ve desde los 12 años porque se borró después del divorcio. ella quiso seguir los pasos de ambos estudiando medicina en nyu pero solo duró dos años oops, lo que en realidad le gustaba era la música. cuando deja la carrera se pelea a muerte con la madre que básicamente le dice que es un fracaso y ella se va de mochilera a europa, pero tiene que volver al poco tiempo porque a su mamá la diagnosticaron con alzhéimer prematuro y necesita que bowie se haga cargo de todo. long story short su mamá murió hace un tiempo (digamos un año ??? no estamos seguras) pero ella entierra todas sus emociones y no habla del tema nunca. por eso quizás es un tanto unhinged y extrovertida porque hace muchos chistes sobre traumas

en cuanto a personalidad, es bastante chispita y odia tomarse las cosas con seriedad porque si se sienta a pensar dos segundos es probable que se desmorone :/ ella es la amiga que tiene la idea de saltar del puente y la que siempre tiene el nro de alguna clínica a mano por si necesitas un ab*rto……..

chaotic bisexual y top energy (o eso dice). en realidad solo está con hombres cuando se aburre o quiere boludearlos un rato pero moriría por una mujer si tan solo se lo pidiera, de verdad. aunque después las ghostee también

carmela y james son sus hermanas de la vida. cualquier problema que tengan con cualquiera de las tres por extensión lo tienen con las otras, beware. viven las tres juntas con sus dos sobrinos. por favor no llamen a servicios sociales de vez en cuando limpian y dejan los porros a una distancia prudente de los niños 😭 bowie es la tía borracha por si no quedó claro

bueno seguramente me estoy olvidando muchas cosas pero son casi las 3am puedo agregarlas cuando hablemos muakkk

[starsofang]

Headbanger

Pairing: John Price x F!Reader Summary: John loves his goth girlfriend. TW: NSFW, MDNI, oral sex, dirty talk, p in v sex, this is honestly freaky nasty Collab with @141wh0re!! <3 Here’s her link! A/N: collab with the lovely skelly, who loves the idea of john with a goth girlfriend just as much as me that we decided to collab on it and write about it :p i do plan on writing another version of this with a dom goth girlfriend bc that idea has me going insane, but for now, i hope you enjoy this because it's a doozy. title inspired by babymetal bc i love them

You threw John into a complete whirlwind when you first came into his life. It was totally unexpected, meeting you, but what was more unexpected was how attracted he was from the very beginning. You were like nothing he’d ever seen before, painted in heavy-set makeup with thickly layered eyeliner, fluttering lashes, and that black lipstick that had him holding on to the last bit of his sanity.

Now, whenever he’d seen pretty women like you who had a love for unique clothing and makeup, always adorned in various accessories and clothing that would cause heads to turn, he often brushed it to the back of his mind because really, what would a boring, old military man like him be doing with lovely goddesses like those?

The two of you clicked though, the dynamic quickly blossoming into a relationship that had John feeling alive again. Sure, he wasn’t an old man (as much as his task force loved to label him as one), but you had a youthful spirit that seemed to smooth out the stress lines on his face from years of grueling battles and hard-earned wins. It was like you were reminding him of how to live life again, rather than let it smother him until he couldn’t breathe.

You were also teaching him that he still had it in him to pop a boner every time he was remotely in your vicinity.

You were cooking up a meal in the kitchen? Hard.

You were lounging on the couch with your feet propped up in his lap? Hard.

You were sitting in front of the mirror, humming along to a song playing from your phone while you did your makeup? Painfully fucking hard.

It was the most mundane things you did that had him nearly pouncing on you like a dog in heat, but who could blame him, really? Besides, it’s not like you minded. You were just as bad as him.

Oftentimes, you’d wear something that you knew would get him riled up. You found that his particular favorite was when you’d strap on a tight corset around your waist, especially the ones that had dainty chains hanging loosely from it. Or, when you’d wear a choker, the thick leather strapped to your neck like a dog collar. John was barely able to restrain himself when you did yourself up like that.

Just like today, you could already see him out of the corner of your eye, silently watching you with tense fists resting in his lap while you finished up in the mirror. His eyes never left you, tracing over the sight of your steady hands carving out the shape of your lips with black lipstick, nor did they leave you when you stood up to enter the closet, tugging out a few clothing options to garner his opinion.

Holding up one of the dresses in your hold to show it off to him, you pretended to ignore the way his expression darkened into something more hungry.

“You think this one will look alright for tonight?” you asked, raising your eyebrows in question as you gauged his response.

John decided it was time for you to meet his boys as he called them, the ones who kept him upright when he’d leave for an extended period of time on a mission, and you wanted to look your best. After all, impressions mattered, even more so when your style didn’t necessarily appeal to all societal standards – though, John wanted you to go as you are, unashamed of the way he could flaunt his goth-loving girlfriend like a trophy on a shelf.

John’s eyes fluttered over to the dress you held up before flicking back to you. “Mm. I like that one.”

You hummed in response, feigning ignorance to the way his voice seemed a bit more sultry, more strangled. He watched as you flipped up another dress option, silently asking for a second opinion, and the way his eyes narrowed didn’t go unnoticed. Of course, the second dress was one of his favorites, with the way it hugged your body while simultaneously cascading a nice flow of fabric that made you look even more entrancing to him. Like a goddess on Earth, and him a mere mortal who was starstruck.

“Playin’ a dangerous game here, love,” he gritted out, and you grinned at him, cocking your head.

“Your opinions are important to me, John.”

John released a breath, glancing back over to the dress, silently thinking. “That one,” he announced, jabbing his head in the direction of the second option. “So long as I can take it off of you by the end of the night.”

You raised an eyebrow at his implications, stalking over to where he sat on the bed to place the mesh of fabric down beside him. “Well, that’s always in the cards,” you mused. “Or you could be a doll and help me put it on for now.”

John groaned low under his breath, leaning back on his hands as they pressed into the soft foam of the mattress. He stared up at you with a look of adoration mixed with starved famish, and it sent heat waves through your entire body. He looked at you like you were his favorite meal while also as if you were the heavens above.

“What’s the use in puttin’ it on when I prefer you with it off?” he grumbled, hands coming up to grab hold of your hips now that you stood in front of him. He gently tugged you forward, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, fingers carding through his hair.

“Because your boys are expecting us. Your plans, by the way,” you teased, your long fingernails gently scratching at the back of his head, eliciting a low moan under his breath.

“M’sure they won’t mind waitin’ a bit,” he grumbled. You snickered in amusement, lightly gripping his hair to tilt his head back, peering down at him with a spark of interest. He smiled up at you, hands slipping off of your hips to instead wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you to sit on his lap. “Too pretty of a woman to not want to ruin anyway.”

“I just did my makeup,” you protest, only for him to grin wider.

“That’s the whole point, sweetheart.” John leaned his head into your neck, tickling you with his beard and tracing his lips over your soft skin, pressing longing kisses along the column. You breathed out through your nose at the sensation. “Fuckin’ love the way you do it. Seeing you get all dolled up, god, makes me want to devour you. Such a pretty girl, you are.”

You let out a low hum, eyes fluttering shut as you tilted your head to grant him more access to your neck. His lips trailed along the snug leather that was seated along your neck, his hand coming up to tuck two fingers underneath it and pull you impossibly closer to him.

Chokers were one of his favorites specifically because of its uses. He’d play a game of tug of war with himself, taking advantage of the smooth collar to guide you in ways he wanted you. More importantly, he loved having it live up to the name in effortlessly choking you on occasion.

“Don’t know what a geezer like me did to settle with a woman like you,” he murmured against your skin before promptly pulling back to gaze up at you, eyes heavy with lustful desire.

John’s words sent warmth right down to your core, his praise turning you into an easy puddle of mush. You couldn’t help but shift on his lap in uncontained eagerness, lips parting as you stared at him. His eyes flickered down before leaning forward to take your bottom lip between both of his, giving a teasing suck before pulling back with a grin.

“Goin’ to let me take you, sweetheart?” His voice was hushed and alluring, breath fanning over your face. “Hm? Ruin that pretty makeup of yours just how you always like it?”

Your breath hitched and you were unable to pry your eyes away from his. His gaze was like a scorching burn that singed every inch of your skin.

“I’ll have to redo it if you do that,” you weakly argued, but he could see right through you.

“Never cared about it before,” he retorted right back, and you silently cursed him. John knew just how to rile you up and make you pliant, and unfortunately for you, it was working once again.

As if to persuade you further, he returned to his previous torment on your neck, dipping down to place them along the skin of your chest that peeked out beneath your sleep shirt you had yet to change out of. After all, it wasn’t like he had allowed you the chance to dress properly – yet.

John’s hands trailed up your sides and to your breasts, lightly groping them through the fabric of your shirt. You were a goner just from that, and there was no possible way you were going to deny his request, even if it meant being late to meeting his task force.

A protesting whine was on the tip of your tongue when he let go of them, sliding his hands back down your bottom and instead resting back on your hips, index fingers slipping underneath the hem of your shirt. His fingertips brushed along your skin, sending a shiver down your spine and an ache to form between your legs.

“Maybe just a quick one won’t hurt,” you reasoned, resulting in a hearty chuckle from him.

“Just a quick one,” he agreed before finally grasping the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head. With your tits now free, he wasted no time in returning to circling his palms around the fat of them, head dipping down to take one of your nipples in between his lips. Upon contact, he let out a satisfied groan, sending muted vibrations through your body and causing you to whimper softly.

One of your hands tangled itself back into his hair, eagerly pressing him further into your breast, holding him there. He continued to suck greedily, occasionally taking you in between his teeth to lightly bite down, sending flutters in your stomach.

With one of his large hands keeping your breast firmly in place so he could continue his attack with his mouth, the other brushed down your nude sides, calloused fingers rough against the smoothness of your skin. They continued downward until reaching the waistline of your pants, some cute pajamas he’d given you a while back adorned with skulls (because they reminded him of you, of course).

He teased you, barely slipping his fingertips beneath the elastic band.

“John,” you whined. He pulled off of your breast with a small pop, giving you a smug look. “You said it would be a quick one.”

“Did I say that?” he hummed, pressing sloppy kisses along your chest, purposefully avoiding your perk nipples. “Sorry, sweetheart. Tend to lose a bit of my memory when I catch a glimpse of you.”

You snorted at his obvious teasing, opening your mouth to retort before you were promptly cut off by his fingers finally sliding into your waistband, eager to cup your cunt and slip up along your slit. A surprised gasp escaped you, and he grinned against your skin.

“Mm,” he groaned quietly, fingers delving underneath your panties so he could get a feel of the wetness coating them. “Don’t know how you expect me to be quick when you’re this fuckin’ wet. Makes me want to take my time with you.”

His middle finger felt through the warm slick before fixating on your clit, giving it an experimental roll. It caused your mouth to drop open, eyes fluttering. Instant heat flooded from your cunt, pulsating you with an aching burn. His ring finger joined his middle, circling your clit with a skilled routine.

“M’sure you want me to take my time, too, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked mockingly. You gazed at him through hooded eyelids before nodding dumbly, already tipsy off of his mere touch. “Thought so.”

His pace on your clit was steady and slow. Agonizing, unfulfilling, just enough to keep you on the edge of a crumbling cliff, but not enough to have you free falling. He loved working you into a messy turmoil, slowly breaking you until you were pleading for more. Ruining you.

All thoughts of having to get proper for meeting the boys were thrown out of the window the moment he swirled your clit in delicious ways, having you squirming for more in his lap, attempting to grind down on his hand. The whole time, he wore a devilish grin, taking in the way your mouth filtered out pleased sighs and gasps, the black lipstick staining your lips only adding fuel to the fire.

He wanted to see it smeared and messy, glossed over with your spit, wanted to see it smothering his body. It was an ache he needed to relieve.

“Y’know what I really want, sweetheart?” John asked, and you hummed in acknowledgement. “To see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

You moaned breathlessly, your hips lazily grinding down on his fingers as they tormented your clit. “It’s gonna stain.”

“Good.”

Much to your dismay, he removed his fingers from your pants, giving your hip a soft pat before you found yourself kneeling in front of him, his thighs spread, cock uncomfortably tight in his trousers. He leaned back, resting on his hands, staring down at your position with red hot desire. There was no mistaking his arousal from how he looked at you like you were his holy grail. He’d get on his own knees and pray to you if he could.

You eagerly fumbled with the buckle of his belt, working nimble fingers on his button and zipper. He watched with intensity, eyes focused on the black color that coated your nails with red and white designs as decoration. They were ones he paid for you to get done himself, with the exception of his initial painted on one of your fingers.

Your eyes shifted up to look at him while he lifted his hips so you could tug his pants down enough to tug him out of his boxers, and he nearly finished at the sight of you, long, fake eyelashes fluttering up at him. You were like an enticing siren, luring him into deep pools of black, dragging him down the bottomless pit. He’d happily let you, too.

John’s hand reached out to cup the back of your head, gently guiding you forward. You took in the sight of his cock, hard and thick, the tip flushed an angry red with a bead of precum pebbling at the slit. It was a mouthwatering sight.

You instinctively parted your lips to dart your tongue out, taking in the bitter sweetness of his preseed, enticing a groan from him. His fingers tightened in your hair, keeping you in a firm grip. It encouraged you to take him fully in your mouth, suckling lightly on the tip.

Allowing saliva to pool in your mouth for an easier glide, you slipped further down his cock, taking him halfway before pulling back up and releasing him. The tint of his skin was faintly colored by the lipstick you wore, but you knew John wanted more, wanted to see himself completely ruined by it.

John’s eyes fluttered down to take a look at his cock, his hand remaining in your hair. He let out a hum of approval. “Go on. Make a mess of my cock, hm?”

The tone of his voice was pure sin, sending a shiver down your spine. You wrapped your hand fully around his cock, keeping him steady to feed him back into your mouth. The taste of him burst on your tastebuds, and you found yourself seeking more of it, the mix of musk and soap from the shower he’d taken not too long ago.

Dipping your head deeper, you took as much as him as you could in your mouth before setting an easy pace. You let the hand in your hair tug you up and down, making sure to relax your throat when his hips began to shallowly buck into the sensation of your warmth.

“Fuck, look at you,” he cooed, voice raspy and heavenly. “Such a pretty girl, takin’ it so well.”

You hummed around him, and the feeling made him groan, head falling back.

The more you went down on him, the more drool pooled around your lips, dribbling down your chin. It was a messy work of art, your lipstick smudging around his cock as well as the corners of your mouth, just like he wanted. It coated him with smeared black, leaving streaks behind with every bob of your head.

His groans and grunts filled your ears like sweet melodies, becoming more strangled and raspy ghe more he succumbed to your notions. Eager to hear more, you slid further down until your nose tickled along the pubes that lined his pelvis, throat relaxing around him enough to allow him the intrusion.

“Fuck,” he moaned, gripping your hair tighter and pressing you into him impossibly closer, bucking up into you and causing you to gag. His eyes found yours from where you were swallowed around his dick, darkened with heated want. “That’s it. Take all of it.”

You were eager to please, so you continued, pulling back to suckle the tip just to fall back down to the base. His hips began thrusting up to match your pace, fucking your face while maintaining gentleness as not to hurt you (though, you wouldn’t mind that either, nor would it be the first time he did it).

You could tell from the way his thighs tensed and flexed, and the way his hand tangled your hair in a vice, that he was beginning to unravel. Heat pooled into his abdomen, his cock twitching in your mouth.

Your eyes locked with his, eyelashes fanning up prettily. Your lipstick was ruined, plastering all around his dick like a drunken painting, stalking a claim on him.

John let out a shuddered groan, hips bucking up one last time before his cum spilled down your throat, forcing you to swallow it down. It was a bitter taste that you couldn’t get enough of, greedily taking it for yourself.

You only pulled away when it became too stimulating for him, his hand guiding you off and loosening its grasp. You waited patiently for him to catch his breath, planting a sloppy kiss on his muscled thigh, tattooing a lipstick mark on it to match his cock.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he gasped out, staring down at you with a dazed smile. His hand reached out to brush his thumb along your glossy bottom lip, smudging a bit of the lipstick further, or at least what remained of it. “C’mon, it’s your turn, yeah? God, just want to ruin you.”

You sucked in a sharp breath when he helped you stand from your knees and to your feet, only to press you right down on the mattress, bent over with your ass perked up for him.

His fingers slipped under the waistline of your pants and shimmied you out of them, leaving you bare and exposed. The sight of you caused him to sigh blissfully, a large hand groping one of your asscheeks and spreading you apart to see the glistening wetness waiting for him.

“Fuckin’ wet, aren’t you, doll? Bet you don’t even need any prep, think you can take me now?”

You whined pathetically, arching a bit more for him to admire the display, head resting comfortably on your crossed arms. You gave him a lazy nod in response, wiggling a bit more.

The pads of his fingers slid through your slick, spreading it along your puffy lips, creating an even bigger mess than before.

They didn’t linger for long before you felt the head of his cock slip through, lubing himself up with your own wetness, occasionally catching on to your clit and causing you to gasp and squirm. A firm hand smacked across your ass, drawing a whimper from you.

“Sit still. Got to make it quick, remember, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t care less about being late to meeting his force. Now that you were desperate to feel the fullness of him inside your weeping walls, it was the last thing on your mind.

Finally, the head of his cock pressed past your first ring of muscle, making your mouth drop open and the breath to get caught in your throat. He pressed more and more, filling you up until it was nearly too much, his hips rested against your ass.

“Fuck, there we go. Such a pretty thing,” he cooed, pulling his hips back just to press back into you with a shallow thrust. It was too much, while not enough. “Sorry ‘bout the makeup, sweetheart.”

You opened your mouth to reply before the words were forced back in when he snapped his hips at a more brutal pace, leaving you speechless and cockdrunk.

John took no mercy on you, meaning it when he said he’d make it quick. He fucked into you with a grueling burn of desire, jolting your body with every thrust, surging you further up the bed. When he felt you slipping away from you, he dipped two fingers under the choker around your neck from behind, tugging you back and holding you up for him to use freely, the leather digging into your throat deliciously.

You released whiny, strangled moans, filling the room with intoxicating noise that filtered through his ears and lit up a fire in his body. Tears began to form along your lash line, dripping down your cheeks and streaking your makeup in a messy trail of black eyeliner and mascara.

You looked absolutely wrecked.

“Good fuckin’ girl, look at you,” he praised, keeping his fingers around your choker but leaning over your backside so he could get a view of your face, grinning devilishly at the sight. “Beautiful.”

“John,” you gasped out, voice broken and shaky, resulting in a smug snicker on his end.

“Yeah, sweetheart? Like bein’ ruined by me, hm?”

You nodded dumbly, mind completely blank of anything other than his cock as it plunged in and out, knocking the wind out of you.

He chuckled again, tightening his grip on the choker and forcing you to arch impossibly more, slapping his hips into the plush of your ass and feeding into the red hot need you’re seeking.

The muscles in your stomach tightened, threatening to snap at any moment. It felt good, so good it had you moaning out his name without so much of a care at how loud you were being.

It only egged him on, releasing his own raspy moans and grunts. Sweat beaded his eyebrow, dripping down the side of his face as he focused on giving you all of him and more.

Simmering heat built into a bushfire, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long. You were teetering on the edge, and as if he knew it, he picked up the pace, causing you to clench around him, sucking him in with a tight grip.

“Yeah, just like that, sweetheart,” he groaned, smoothing his hand that wasn’t gripping your choker up your back and worming its way to your front, plucking one of your nipples between his fingertips. It sent a jolt through you, even more so when that same hand dipped down to circle your clit with his cock rutting into you.

Your orgasm hit you like a truck, mouth dropping open in a silent scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your cunt squeezed around him, his hips stuttering and pace becoming sloppy at the sensation, before a long moan left his lips. Warmth flooded inside of your cunt, painting your walls white and leaving you full.

Heavy breaths left both of you, gasping for air. John slowly pulled out of you, brushing his thumb against your cunt and marveling at the white cum that threatened to seep out.

“Think we’ll still be late?” he asked cheekily, and you let out a breathy laugh, reaching an arm back to gently push him away.

You were, in fact, late. Having to redo your makeup and throw together an outfit, decorating your look with your normal display of jewelry and accessories, you ended up at the bar roughly twenty minutes after the original meeting time.

John tugged you inside, seemingly unbothered by your shared carelessness, introducing you to his boys with a proud smile. He didn’t hesitate to drag you along to the bar for some drinks after a brief conversation, hand resting on your lower back in a show of possession.

“Didn’t know Cap was into goth chicks,” Gaz muttered in disbelief, eyes staring the two of you down and taking in your unique clothing and otherworldly makeup choice.

“Shit, I might have to hop on the fuckin’ train,” Soap murmured in awe, earning a sharp kick to his shin from Ghost beneath the table.

[onlyonewoman]

Never have I actually felt hatred towards America, not once in over 40 years. I've been angry, disappointed, frustrated and sad, but today I hate America. I hate the mindblowing stupidity, the lack of education, the elector system, the gerrymandering, the out of control guns, the religious nut jobs, the way you line up to screw yourselves over because you simply can't resist the charm of being addressed by a wannabe dictator. I despise the fact that so many of you fail to realise the consequences of this election and how you can't just leave all the international commitments and deals without fucking things up for everyone involved. I hate the short sight, your lack of decency, your gullibility, self-centrered ignorans and how willingly you're ready to sacrifice the lives of innocent people just because you're incapable of seeing reason. You just elected a criminal, sexual abuser who openly talks about how he wants to dismantle your democracy. He's bragging about committing crimes, cosies up to dictators - who don't respect him one bit, they just see him as a gullible moron - and has shown time and again how he's willing to sacrifice anything to make himself feel powerful. And no, you don't get to tell the rest of the world how your election is none of our business, not when we live in a world where international relations, trades and cooperations are the norm. I hate how so many of you are ready to sacrifice Ukraine, the climate, your own school children, pregnant people etc. because you've made MAGA your identity. You just elected a wannabe dictator like it was a popularity contest in some bad comedy, without giving a single fuck about what it might cost not just you, but the rest of the world. You just elected a man who openly admires dictators and praises those who're on the verge of becoming dictators. What's wrong with you? Are you all so thrilled about the prospect of women dying due to fear of seeking help during a miscarriage? Does it make you happy, knowing that when a country actually ASKS for your help, you turn your backs on them? You are an embarressment for the free world and all I hope now, is for the ramifications to hit those of you who voted for him the hardest - along with those of you who threw the opportunity of voting away because Harris wasn't good enough. You just elected a man who praised Hitler and somehow this has become normal. And for that, at least for a while, I hate every single one of you who made this normal, no matter your reason. Because none of them are good enough for this monstrocity of an election.

[eloiscs]

es lo mejor que puede hacer para mezclarse entre los ricos mientras ella tenía $9.60 en su cuenta de banco. ' en una velada tan encantadora como esta, vuestra presencia solo añadiría brillo y esplendor a la magnífica noche que nos aguarda ' utiliza mismo acento inglés para enmarcar aquellas palabras justo como eloise bridgeton. ' no llego ' lleva mano hacia atrás, girándose en lo que le enseña que brazo llega solo a mitad de su espalda. ' junto a las demás copas que atestiguan mis logros, lucen con orgullo en la vitrina de mi hogar ' continúa con pobre actuación, dejando su palo de mini golf a un lado para buscar su sombrilla con la mirada. ' ¿has visto una sombrilla fifi por aquí? '

es espectador de la escena y le está costando muchísimo no reírse, por eso que se dirija a él tan rápido le pilla de improvisto y tiene que aclararse la garganta. ‘ no, no — no pretendía molestarla, señorita bridgerton ’  exagera su propio acento inglés a propósito, divertido al añadirle una connotación de la época. que, por cierto, contrastaba con la propia. ‘ lo estás llevando con dignidad absoluta, ni lo pensé. ¿puedes aflojártelo? ’ quizá por ser ajeno a ese tipo de prendas, vaya. ‘ eh, pero me sumo a celebrar tu victoria — ¿dónde tienes tu copa? ’