#paras griffin

[sheltiechicago]

Los Angeles, California

GloRilla performs during the BET awards at Microsoft Theater

Photograph: Paras Griffin/Getty Images for BET

[goldmouse]

ITS BUG TIME!!!

All bugs are associated with the Bug Type gang that rivals the Dark Type gang. In order we got:

Emilio and Anghel the Beautifly brothers

Design for 3 identical Beedrill Debby, Libby, and Shelby, Brinley the Paras, Rosalyn the Butterfree

Kohaku and Koharu, the Ninjask and shedinja duo (they/them)

Pashmina the Ribombee, her brother Cashmire the cutiefly, Tallula the scorupi, who all work at the winery

Melvin the Blipbug, Athena the Frosmoth

And the scythe brothers, Phoenix the Scizor, Griffin the Scyther, and Roc the Kleavor

[kinetic-elaboration]

November 24: Bellarke, Strong/Weak

I break my block (at least partially) by writing a little ficlet at 3am. LOL RIP me.

Written for a prompt off my July Break Bingo card: strong, and its antonyms (weak, frail, powerless, small)

This is in the same universe as my Time Loop fic Make a Lot of Money and Feel Dead Inside. It's semi-spoilery for some stuff that's not yet published but not overly so. More like, it will make more sense later but nothing in here should be too surprising if you've read Ch1. And if you've read none of it, also fine, this is a prequel type thing.

Bellarke, Modern AU, ~1000 words, written in about 35 minutes

*

Sometimes Clarke asks him to tell her stories, too, and the stories are always about strength. Strength, and perseverance, and fortitude through adversity. He lays the details on thick: the hero’s prominent muscles, the heroine's steadfast and impregnable heart, the ease with which a man picks up a woman and holds her in his arms—every little crevice and thin, twining vein of detail he can find so they can wallow in it, live in it, the idea of a power so profound and so natural that it can never waver, never succumb to doubt.

As he winds out these threads, she stares up at him, lets her fingers play blindly against his arms, his own muscles, taut beneath his skin, and his own words sound like a distant rush in his ears as he looks down into her unblinking, crystalline blue eyes.

He's leaning too much into this habit lately: waiting for Octavia to fall asleep and then creeping out of his own house like a burglar, rolling his bike down the street by its handlebars until he gets to the corner, as if he were being quieter or less suspicious that way. Then he pedals his way to Clarke's house, feeling the night all around him soft and warm, and the rush of air he's created against his face and blowing back his hair. Most nights, the bugs are humming, buzzing loud and the night feels riotous by the time he gets to her place. Strands of hair are sticking to his face with sweat and he's breathing hard, like all this way he was running from something and his life depended on it. He lets the bike fall down in the yard by the big tree with the tire swing, its wheels still spinning, winces at the indecorous metallic sound it makes, and breathes in deep of growing spring humidity and wet and warmth as he tilts his head back and stares up at the dark windows of the house. There's no car in the driveway: Abby on the night shift again.

Clarke's window looks out over the back. When he sneaks around to the backyard, he sees her light still burning.

He never tells her when he's coming over because it would be admitting too much, and fuck he's sneaking out so often now she probably expects him every night—but she never tells him she's waiting up. After the first couple times, she stopped showing any surprise. And she never, not even the first time, has said anything about not wanting him to stay. The route up to her window is precarious and awkward, and she still has to pull him, torso first, through the narrow opening, sweaty and overgrown and with all his limbs stretching out in the wrong places, his muddy boots threatening her bedroom carpet, every time.

Being in Clarke Griffin's bedroom in the middle of the night always feels forbidden and profane and yet predetermined all at once, like he's breaking all the rules to be exactly where he needs to be. A contradiction that slots neatly into his ideas of himself. He's the unflagging strength that does the impossible, the rage-fueled need that just protects and protects and protects, and that's so deep-ingrained he's not sure how he would live without it, but he's the groveling, frail, powerless little boy, too, out of breath and ragged after running all night. This second deep-down part of him needs those stories like breathing, and he needs the sanctuary of Clarke's neat, rectangular bedroom, with the blue-painted walls, her twin four-poster bed in the corner of the room.

She's running her fingers through his hair and kissing his face like she's not seen him in years instead of hours, kisses that linger on his cheeks and his nose, little breaths that he hears against the shell of his ear. The kisses on his mouth linger longest. He wants to pick her up and press her against the wall.

Throw her on the bed. Prove he can.

He still hasn't learned to touch her in a way that doesn't feel like pawing.

He only hears the clock ticking again after, when he's squashed up against the wall trying not to roll over and onto her, crush her, catching his breath again. His whole body is buzzing like he can feel every single atom in him vibrating, reminding him he's big and strong now and it's too late to learn gentleness. Beyond Clarke's shoulder, he can see her bedside table: her alarm clock, a small notebook that might be her diary, a box of tissues that almost fell to the floor while they were fucking. Past that, the slatted door of her closet, the photograph of the Eiffel Tower like she's taunting him with all the places she'll someday go.

"Bellamy," she murmurs, his own name almost a question, maybe a sigh. He repositions himself so that his arm's around her and her head is on his chest. This is a position he could stay in too long if he's not careful, a warmth and comfort to it, to her weight on him, that's tempting as sin.

This is the worst time to be thinking about it. But he's thinking about it. Her window's still open and the high, rising buzz of the insects seeps in, and he can't stop turning over and over in his mind what else he's brought in with him, can't stop wondering if she sees him this way too.

Can't stop wondering what she's thinking, as he glances down, entranced by the heavy rise and fall of her chest.

"Tell me a story or something," she says.

He tries to laugh, only a huff. "Don't get too comfortable listening. I need to leave soon."

"Yeah, but not yet." She pokes him in the side, and he squirms away on instinct, then smiles because he really feels warm in this moment. He presses a kiss to the crown of her head. "Come on. A story where the good guys kick some ass. Defeat some monsters for me, Bellamy."

Defeat those monsters.

He takes a deep breath in, gathering up his thoughts, letting the story come to him.

Kill those monsters dead, he thinks, or die trying.

[baku-usagi]

i'm hovering over the fucking cameo of griffin burns fighting DEMONS right now btw

[prcg]

Trump y Vance no aparecen en la lista de candidatos en línea de Oregón

El secretario de estado demócrata de Oregón no incluye al expresidente Donald Trump ni a su compañero de fórmula, el senador JD Vance, como candidatos en el sitio web de la oficina, y los panfletos para votantes del condado los excluyen de las biografías de los candidatos presidenciales. Entre los candidatos a presidente, el sitio web de la Secretaria de Estado de Oregón, LaVonne Griffin-Valade,…

[pupsmailbox]

HALLOWEEN ID PACK

NAMES︰ abraham. abraxas. adam. adrian. adrienne. alaric. alfred. alistair. amity. ann. annabelle. apple. arawn. ash. avaric. azazel. azrael. azriel. barnabas. belladonna. berry. blair. blaize. blake. blanche. boq. brain. bram. bridgette. bronwen. burton. candi. candy. caradoc. carmilla. carrie. casper. cassia. castor. choco. claire. clarice. claudia. cole. coraline. corbin. crimson. cuthbert. damien. damon. daphne. dark. debra. dexter. draco. dracula. drake. duncan. ebony. edgar. elena. eli. elphaba. elvira. ember. estelle. eve. eye. fable. fang. fergus. finn. fiyero. frankenstein. freddie. freddy. frederick. george. ghost. ghoul. giles. glinda. griffin. grimm. gummy. hades. hallorann. hallow. hawthorne. heath. heathcliff. hecate. hekate. hela. hemlock. henry. ichabod. igor. ike. ivan. jack. jason. jasper. josette. knox. layla. lazarus. lenore. lester. licorice. lilith. lolly. lucinda. luella. luna. lunette. mab. malcolm. marnie. mary. matilda. mike. mikey. mina. morgan. morgana. mortimer. nancy. neoma. nessarose. nimue. norman. obsidian. onyx. orenda. orion. osiris. othello. pandora. payne. peach. perdita. poe. poison. pumpkin. radcliff. raven. reese. remus. renwick. requiem. rhiannon. romero. rosalie. rosemary. ross. ruby. rune. ruth. saber. sabrina. sage. salem. sally. sam. samhain. scarlett. sebastian. semyazza. seth. sibyl. sid. sirius. stella. stephen. sylvia. tabitha. thackery. trick. twila. twilight. udolpho. vamp. vampire. vanellope. vespera. victor. victoria. viktor. vincent. vlad. voltaire. wanda. wednesday. wendy. werewolf. wes. wesley. wilhelmina. willow. winifred. winter. wolf. wren. xander. zelda.

PRONOUNS︰ attic/attic. bat/bat. bell/bell. black/black. blood/blood. bone/bone. boo/boo. cabre/macabre. candle/candle. candy/bar. candy/candy. candybar/candybar. carve/carve. cavity/cavity. cem/cemetery. chaos/chaos. choco/chocola. claw/claw. co/coffin. costume/costume. crim/crimson. cry/crypt. dark/dark. darkroom/darkroom. demon/demon. devil/devil. dread/dreadful. end/ender. eve/eve. fair/fair. fang/fang. fest/festival. flick/flick. ghost/ghost. ghoul/ghoul. grem/gremlin. grim/grim. grue/gruesome. hallo/ween. hallow/hallow. hallow/halloween. halloween/halloween. haunt/haunt. haunted/haunted. hay/hayride. hex/hex. hide/hide. howl/howl. imp/imp. mis/mischeif. mon/monster. monster/monster. myst/mystery. para/normal. poi/poison. poison/poison. polter/geist. prank/prank. pum/pumpkin. pump/kin. pump/pumpkin. pumpkin/pumpkin. scare/crow. scream/scream. shriek/shriek. skel/skeleton. skeleton/skeleton. skull/skull. so/soul. spider/spider. spirit/spirit. spook/spook. spooky/spooky. static/static. sweet/sweet. tale/tale. thrill/thriller. tomb/tomb. treat/treat. tri/trick. trick/treat. trick/trick. trickster/trickster. vamp/vamp. vamp/vampire. vampire/vampire. venom/venom. voi/void. web/web. werewolf/werewolf. witch/witch. wolf/wolf. zomb/zomb. zombie/zombie. ⚰️. 🍁. 🍂. 🍫. 🍬. 🍭. 🎃. 👻. 💀. 💚. 💜. 🕯. 🕷. 🕷️. 🕸. 🖤. 🦇. 🦴. 🧡.

[sbrown82]

[kcrev]

what does a typical day off work look like for them? // what's their favorite board game? // what do they usually buy in a gift shop? // finn

what does a typical day off work look like for them?

finn é uma pessoa muito caseira e, em seu tempo livre, gosta muito de ficar em casa e fazer programas mais tranquilos. gosta de dormir até mais tarde, coisa que tem conseguido fazer agora que liam já está um pouco mais velho. ao longo do dia, aproveita a folga para realizar algumas obrigações de casa e dar atenção ao filho o máximo que puder. gosta de sair para passar um tempo ao ar livre com liam, vão muito a um parque próximo de casa para andar de bicicleta e comer pipoca ou tomar sorvete. não gosta de encher o seu dia, então mais ou menos no meio da tarde volta para casa e coloca o filho para fazer alguma atividade enquanto arruma um lanche para os dois. em determinados dias, acaba convidando algum dos melhores amigos para fazer algo (nem que seja jogar conversa fora).

what's their favorite board game?

desde criança, finn ama jogar banco imobiliário. talvez tenha a ver com o fato de sempre ir bem no jogo, mas vai negar se lhe perguntarem sobre isso. atualmente, não é um jogo que jogue com frequência porque liam ainda não tem idade para participar. com o filho, griffin costuma preferir alguma coisa como jogo da memória.

what do they usually buy in a gift shop?

o presente mais clássico que costuma comprar quando não sabe o que dar para alguém é chocolate. sabe que é algo que praticamente todo mundo gosta e não é muito caro. para quem conhece um pouco melhor, gosta de dar algum livro que ache interessante.

[longliveblackness]

What Happened When A White Man "Became" Black In The 1950s America?

John Griffin had previously served in the U.S. military, where shrapnel caused him to go temporarily blind. However, in 1959, Griffin would do something even more trying: He would live for six weeks as a black man in the South.

It was blindness that inspired John Howard Griffin, a white author and journalist from Dallas, Texas, to write about color in the United States. In 1956, Griffin, blind at the time, sat in on a panel discussion in Mansfield, Texas about desegregation. Unable to tell the speakers' races from their voices, Griffin began to see color anew.

Under the supervision of a New Orleans-based dermatologist, Griffin would spend a week under a sun lamp, up to 15 hours a day, soaking up UV rays. He would also take Oxsoralen, a prescription drug meant to treat vitiligo, which would aid in expediting the darkening of his skin.

With darker skin, and a shaved head and arms, Griffin set out to the American South - starting in New Orleans and ending in Atlanta. Griffin had a few rules for this journey: Namely, that he would stay at black-only hotels, eat at cafes run by African-Americans, and travel with African-Americans. If anyone asked him what he was doing, he would be honest.

Just as his skin color changed, so too did the treatment he received from others. Describing what he called a "hate stare" he received in a bus station lobby, Griffin wrote:

"I walked up to the ticket counter. When the lady ticket-seller saw me, her otherwise attractive face turned sour, violently so. This look was so unexpected and so unprovoked I was taken aback.

'What do you want?' she snapped.

Taking care to pitch my voice to politeness, I asked about the next bus to Hattiesburg. She answered rudely and glared at me with such loathing I knew I was receiving what the Negroes call the hate stare'. It was my first experience with it. It is far more than the look of disapproval one occasionally gets. This was so exaggeratedly hateful I would have been amused if I had not been so surprised."

John Griffin wrote a book called Black Like Me about his experience. The book was published in 1961 and was later translated into 14 languages and a film. The harrowing stories within its pages, coupled with Griffin's own transformation, generated strong public responses.

•••

¿Qué sucedió cuando un hombre blanco "se volvió" negro en los Estados Unidos en la década de 1950?

John Griffin había servido previamente en el ejército de los Estados Unidos, fue aquí donde la metralla le causó ceguera temporal. Sin embargo, en 1959, Griffin haría algo aún más difícil: por seis semanas, viviría como un hombre negro en el sur.

Fue la ceguera lo que inspiró a John Howard Griffin, un autor y periodista blanco de Dallas, Texas, a escribir sobre el color en los Estados Unidos. En 1956, Griffin, quien se encontraba ciego en ese entonces, se sentó en un debate sobre desegregación, el cual fue llevado a cabo en Mansfield, Texas. Al no poder determinar la raza de los oradores basándose en su voz, Griffin comenzó a ver el color como algo nuevo.

Bajo la supervisión de un dermatólogo de Nueva Orleans, Griffin pasaría una semana debajo de una lámpara solar, hasta quince horas por día, absorbiendo rayos ultravioleta. También tomaría Oxsoralen, un medicamento recetado que es para tratar vitiligo, lo cual ayudaría a acelerar el oscurecimiento de su piel.

Con piel oscura y con la cabeza y brazos rasurados, Griffin se dirigió al sur de Estados Unidos, comenzando en Nueva Orleans y terminando en Atlanta. Griffin tenía un par de reglas para este viaje: se quedaría en hoteles para personas negras, comería en cafeterías operadas por afroamericanos y únicamente viajaría con afroamericanos. Si alguien llegase a preguntarle qué era lo que estaba haciendo, sería honesto.

Así como cambió su color de piel, también cambió el trato que recibía de los demás. Describiendo lo que el llama “una mirada de odio”, la cual que recibió en la recepción de una parada de autobús, Griffin escribió:

“Me dirigí hacia la taquilla. Cuando la mujer que estaba vendiendo los boletos me vio, su rostro, que de otro modo sería atractivo, de una manera abrupta se volvió amargo. Esta respuesta fue tan inesperada y sin provocación alguna. Me sorprendió.”

“¿Qué es lo que quieres?” me preguntó de manera grosera.

“Asegurándome de mantener la voz en un tono cortés, le pregunté cuando saldría el próximo bus a Hattiesburg. Me contestó de manera grosera y me estaba viendo con tanto odio, simplemente sabía que estaba recibiendo lo que los negros llaman “la mirada de odio”. Esta fue mi primera experiencia con ella y es más que la mirada de desaprobación que le dan a uno de vez en cuando. Esto estuvo exageradamente cargado de odio y me hubiese divertido si no hubiese estado tan sorprendido.”

Griffin escribió un libro sobre su experiencia, llamado ‘Negro como yo’. El libro fue publicado en 1961 y luego se tradujo a un total de catorce idiomas y se hizo una película. La historias desgarradoras y la transformación de Griffin, causaron una fuerte respuesta pública.

[unjest]

GUY SALE!!!

ive got a handful of guys i drew maybe once like 5 years ago and then never did anything with them ever. so i decided to fix em up a bit and put em up as adopts! design names are based on what i called them when i originally drew them lol

i dont have any particular price in mind for these, so feel free to offer whatever via dms! if we're mutuals, i'd also be willing to take art or character trades instead of usd at a 1 for 1 swap

on purchase, you'd be receiving an isolated image of your guy without the colored filter! id also be willing to make minor color or pattern edits for no additional charge c:

Para-Sight: AVAILABLE McMike (tawny frogmouth + pallas cat griffin) Titan (titanboa + stiletto snake + crocodile) Tuckett (guy with sand pail head): AVAILABLE Double-Dragon (bearded dragon dragon): AVAILABLE Terrence (succulent creature): AVAILABLE Bastard (goldentail morray eel dragon): AVAILABLE

[insanity-owo]

rewritten blog intro!

hELLO! iM INSANITY/tAVROS!

i AM A FICTIONKIN, tHERIAN, aND OTHERKIN.

iM TRANSMASC!

i HAVE 2 MATESPRITES!

14-16 YEARS OLD! (mINOR)

fICTIONKINS ARE: tAVROS, mEDKIT, dAVE MILLER, aBYSSAL COPEPOD, sCAVENGER (rAIN WORLD), tHOMAS FLYSWATTER, rED SON, bILL CIPHER, aND PEST,

theriotypes: himalayan rabbit, tortoiseshell maine coon, bearded vulture, steller's sea eagle, crow, coyote, wolf (no idea what type), lynx, not deer, barn owl griffin, atlas moth, orca, arctic fox, angelic warden (cos), night fury, winged snake, a more tropical winged snake, urzuk (cos), bibically accurate angel, and questioning more! (uSING THIS FROM MY OLD INTRO!)

tag guide: insanitypostingowo (all posts), humans are stupid organ containers (therian related stuff), insanitysreblogs (reblogs), insanitysart (art posts, wont use on old posts), insanitysrambles (strictly text posts) (dITTO TO LAST SECTION)

DNI if: proshipper, zoophiles, homophobes, transphobes, pedophiles, anyone under 13, racists, bigots, zionists, terfs, anti alterhumans, anti agere/petre, pro ed/sh, radqueers, ddlg, believe zim or gir are adults (as a zim fictionkin who remembers myself being a child), aNTI FURRIES, nECROPHILES (nOTE: iF YOU ARE THE PARAS I MENTIONED ABOVE BUT YOU ARE ANTI CONTACT AND PRO/IN RECOVERY, yOU CAN INTERACT!)

[crocodyless]

my otherkinity(?) is weird to me. because i am a human, i'll admit that, but at the same time? i'm definitely not. i'm a crocodile, i'm a griffin, or whatever i'm feeling in that moment. i think para/demihuman is the term most use for this.

it's not something i ever dig deeply into, so it doesn't matter that much to me, but it's still interesting to think about.

[bia23]

Robin: *Acostado boca arriba sobre su cama y mirando el techo con una mirada soñadora en los ojos*.

Robin: *Hablando en voz baja y repitiendo una y otra vez lo mismo*.

Robin: Le gustó a Finn....Le gustó a Finn....Le gustó a Finn.

Billy y Griffin entrando en la habitación de Robin para invitarlo al cine con los demás chicos. Pero ambos se detienen al ver al joven Arellano en ese estado.

Billy: *Confundido al ver a Robin*.

Billy: ¿Qué le sucede?

Griffin: *Niega con la cabeza mientras habla*.

Griffin: Esta así desde que Finney confesó sus sentimientos.

Billy: *Aún Confundido *.

Billy: ¿Pero eso no fue hace dos semanas?

Griffin: Si.

Billy:

Billy: Oh...

Griffin: Exacto.

____________________________________

Robin: *Lying on his back on his bed and looking at the ceiling with a dreamy look in his eyes*.

Robin: *Speaking softly and repeating the same thing over and over again*.

Robin: Finn liked it....Finn liked it....Finn liked it.

Billy and Griffin entering Robin's room to invite him to the movies with the other boys. But they both stop when they see the young Arellano in that state.

Billy: *Confused to see Robin*.

Billy: What's wrong with him?

Griffin: *Shakes his head as he speaks*.

Griffin: It's been like this ever since Finney confessed his feelings.

Billy: *Still Confused*.

Billy: But wasn't that two weeks ago?

Griffin: Yes.

Billy:

Billy: Oh...

Griffin: Exactly.

[eddieredmayneargentinablog]

Hi Eddie! Happy Friday everyone ! ❤️🤎

🎥 Source: 2022 SCAD Savannah Film Festival, on October 23, 2022 in Savannah, Georgia. (Footage by Paras Griffin/Getty Images).

[augus1]

𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍.

comente 🦄 + NOME DO CHAR + UM LUGAR + UMA PROMPT para um starter com CAROLINE FORBES — (02/03)

comente 👑 + NOME DO CHAR + UM LUGAR + UMA PROMPT para um starter com CLARKE GRIFFIN — (01/03)

comente 🎀 + NOME DO CHAR + UM LUGAR + UMA PROMPT para um starter com ELIZABETH 'BETTY' SILVERS — (02/03)

comente ✨ + NOME DO CHAR + UM LUGAR + UMA PROMPT para um starter com FEYRE ARCHERON — (01/03)

comente ⚡️ + NOME DO CHAR + UM LUGAR + UMA PROMPT para um starter com VIOLET SORRENGAIL — (03/03)

@aspenstart

[tbthqs]

As duas horas dadas por Griffin naquele estaleiro passaram num piscar de olhos. E logo você se viu dentro de umas das duas vans em um longo caminho que foi recheado com um silêncio profundo e que parecia mais angustiante do que se todos estivessem xingando ou brigando porque o Ringo falou alguma besteira o Ollie fez uma piada ruim. O balanço do carro, ausência de três pessoas que sempre estiveram ali e a eminência do retorno para casa, se é que ainda havia uma casa para voltar, fazia tudo ficar ainda mais real e desesperador.

Ao chegarem no local, estava a noite, mas a placa lembrava um cartão postal que haviam recebido como pista do que estava acontecendo. Havia um grupo de algumas pessoas no local e pelo pouco que você conseguiu identificar parecia bastante com os modelos e projeções do projeto que você havia visto mas em uma escala muito maior. O trilho comprido, de mais ou menos 1km levava até uma espiral de metal em uma extremidade, onde havia uma grande caixa preta misteriosa estava bem ao lado, e na outra, o veículo Hummer H2 que Vincent havia encontrado dias atrás. Quarks estava lá, assim como Jean Luc LeBlanc, O reitor Dean Robertson-Smith, o professor Emmett Davis Hall, um cara indiano que você reconheceu como o porteiro da casa de Jean Luc e um homem de cabelos loiros e olhos azuis que parecia bem animado conversando com LeBlanc, enquanto Quarks e o porteiro não pareciam muito feliz de estarem ali - ou ao menos na presença do outro.

"Ah nossas queridas cobaias chegaram. Prontos para voltarem para casa?" Jean Luc os recebeu com um largo sorriso, sem conseguir conter a animação. "Desculpem o tamanho do veículo, a verdade é que não esperávamos que a maioria de vocês sobrevivesse. Mas por favor, se apressem. Não podemos perder a janela de tempo e espaço."

Você não pensa muito sobre o que está sendo dito. Apenas obedece e procura um assento e esquecer tudo isso aconteceu.

Informações OOC

É isso, eles vão voltar pra 2024

No nosso server do discord, na Aba IC, vai surgir um canal chamado "De volta a 2024" em breve. Assim que o canal aparecer, vocês já podem interagir..

A formatação é a seguinte: tag do tupper: fala- ação - (a ação que seu personagem está fazendo no momento é opcional) Podem ver um exemplo na imagem abaixo:

Também poderá ser feito na seguinte formatação: tag do tupper: fala (insira o gif aqui). Podem ver o exemplo na imagem abaixo:

Os personagens poderão levar apenas itens pessoais. Os Itens conseguidos em tasks desapareceram

Quem não for realizar a viagem poderá assistir a partida.

O evento começará hoje, 23/09, ás 20h30, e irá terminar sexta, 27/09, ás 20h29

Ao final do evento, será postada na central a transcrição do canal para registro do que houve lá.

No mais, preparem-se pro tiro, porrada e bomba.