#team dominica
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
blkmagicwoahman Ā· 3 months ago
Text
A historic first for Thea Lafond, who delivers the first ever Olympic medal to Dominica. šŸ„‡šŸ‡©šŸ‡²
Tumblr media
Lafond dominates the Triple Jump with a 15.02m national record
CONGRATS šŸ’›šŸ’ššŸ–¤ā¤ļøšŸ¤
Tumblr media
327 notes Ā· View notes
luvmesumus Ā· 3 months ago
Text
3 notes Ā· View notes
radiansjort Ā· 3 months ago
Text
BEST PARTS OF 2024 OLYMPICS (as someone in the US)
all the buzz around the cardboard beds. idk why the whole idea is so funny šŸ’€
lebron hoisting that flag like george washington crossing the delaware. him and coco were perfect picks for flag bearers fr
POMMEL HORSE GUY. mr clark kent who got picked for the menā€™s gymnastics team JUST FOR THAT ONE EVENT, showed up, served cunt, and ensured us their first menā€™s gym medal in 16 years. stephen nedoroscik you will forever be iconic. (the whole team reallyā€” i also love seeing fred richardsā€™ parents reactions LMAO)
THE USA WOMENS RUGBY TEAM šŸ—£ļø being down 5 with 7 seconds left to go COAST TO COAST TO SCORE AND WIN THE BRONZE FOR THE FIRST US WOMENS MEDAL IN RUGBY!!! also ilona maher you will forever be iconic.Ā 
flavia saraiva falling in warmups and being like ok bet, slaps a band aid on her black eye and goes out to help brazil win their FIRST MEDAL IN WOMENS GYM OHHH YEAHHH
GUATEMALA EARNED THEIR SECOND MEDAL EVER šŸ”„šŸ”„šŸ”„ā€¼ļøā€¼ļøGRACIAS JEAN PIERRE BROL CARDENAS šŸ—£ļøšŸ—£ļøšŸ‡¬šŸ‡¹šŸ‡¬šŸ‡¹šŸ‡¬šŸ‡¹šŸ„‰LOS CHAPINES FTW ā€¼ļø(if it werenā€™t for the new bib number rule instead of a shootout we couldā€™ve gotten higher but i digress šŸ˜”)
THE WOMENS GYMNASTICS TEAM EATS ONCE AGAIN. šŸšŸšŸ
kim yejiā€™s AURA???!??? she came out there and shot with her hand in her pocket like she graduated from the university of servington, which she did, all while holding her daughters toy elephant šŸ„¹
suni leeā€™s, simone bilesā€™, and brody maloneā€™s comeback stories were all so heartwarming to see, especially rebeca andradeā€™s coming back after THREE ACL TEARS?!!?
henrik christiansen (aka muffin guy) is literally so funny šŸ˜­šŸ™ bro actually has SO. MANY. tiktoks about the olympics village chocolate muffins and i give all credit to him for the fact we have the recipe now šŸ˜‹
GUATEMALA WINNING ITS FIRST GOLD šŸ„‡šŸ„‡šŸ„‡ ADRIANA RUANO šŸšŸ PRIMER BRONCE Y AHORA ORO šŸ„‰šŸ„‡šŸ‡¬šŸ‡¹šŸ‡¬šŸ‡¹šŸ‡¬šŸ‡¹šŸ”„šŸ”„šŸ”„ā€¼ļøā€¼ļøā€¼ļøšŸ—£ļøšŸ—£ļøšŸ—£ļø
that turkish guy who just came out there in a t shirt and rawdogged the olympics šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ imagine doing the shooting event with no eyewear, no ear covers, and just eyeballing it and winning SILVER??? bro is a hit man tryna not be suspicious by winning gold šŸ¤ØšŸ¤Ø
snoop dogg just chilling?? bro is participating in trials, trading pins, going to like every event and cheering, wearing FULL equestrian gear with martha stewart šŸ˜­? watching skateboarding finals w tony hawk? my guy is on the side quest of all side quests
katie ledecky my GOAT šŸ. i always love seeing her as the only swimmer on screen!! she lowkey has time to get out of the pool, do some interviews, get a snack, and come back to watch second place finish frĀ 
i do not usually watch cycling but i got so sad when remco evenepoelā€™s bike broke down BUT he had such a. huge lead he STILL MANAGED TO WIN GOLD!!! šŸ”„šŸ”„
loving all the countries making history with their first medals!! julian alfred (st. lucia) and thea lafond (dominica) SHOWING UP FR!! also a lot of countries got their first medals in gymnastics specifically like kaylia neymour (algeria), carlos yulo (philippines), Ɣngel barajas (colombia), etc. LIKE OKAYY THE GYMNASTS ARE NOT HERE TO PLAY
all the noah lyles haters been real quiet after he won gold in 100m šŸ¤«šŸ¤«
the french pole vaulter who LOST because his peanits was too big. LIKE??!!?? sure you have a big wiener but at the cost of LOSING THE OLYMPCIS LMFAOOO
the womenā€™s balance beam podium was so cute šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ the two italians, alice dā€™amato and manila esposito,Ā biting their medals together, and zhouĀ yaqin from china looks over and does it too šŸ„¹
armand duplantis hit the turkish hitman celly after breaking the pole vaulting wr AGAIN and winning gold šŸ˜®ā€šŸ’ØšŸ˜®ā€šŸ’ØšŸ˜®ā€šŸ’Ø tuff. he actually built different cuz tell me why heā€™s broken the wr LIKE EIGHT TIMES IN A ROW???
YEAHH BRAZIL BEAT FRANCE AND SPAIN EVEN WHEN THE REFS WERE TRYING SOOO HARD TO MAKE EM LOSE ā€¼ļø like they were NOT slick we could tell šŸ¤Ø
bro the figure skaters from beijing 2022 FINALLY getting their medals like??? i really took two years for the IOC to investigate? okay. AT LEAST THEYRE FINALLY GETTING THE BAG H šŸ—£ļøšŸ—£ļø
imane khelif getting a gold despite ALL THE SHIT BEING THROWN AT HERā€¼ļø she faced all these brain dead critics yet came out to win it, and saying without her haters the win wouldnā€™t have been so satisfying??? QUEEN SHIT šŸ‘‘šŸ‘‘
womenā€™s soccer SLAYED SO HARD. like iā€™ve seen enough build the alyssa naeher statue. that shootout against sweden awakened that dawg in her and she LOCKED IN.Ā 
menā€™s and womenā€™s basketball wins over france šŸ”„ imagine being the host country and both ur basketball teams go to the gold medal match just TO LOSE TO THE SAME COUNTRY LLL
usa winning the most medals šŸ”„šŸ’Ŗ they not like U.S. frĀ 
shoutout to that guy who tried to climb the eiffel tower without ropes at the closing ceremony šŸ˜”āœŠ arrested before he could achieve greatness šŸ•ŠļøšŸ•ŠļøšŸ•Šļø
62 notes Ā· View notes
the-irreverend Ā· 3 months ago
Text
Forgive me for venting here, but one of the things that irritates me the most about the media coverage of the Olympics is how it overlooks all the medalists (and athletes) from countries that don't have as much geopolitical influence/affluence.
Wouldn't it be great to see more recognition and support given to athletes such as the gold medalist Thea LaFond, who won Dominica's first-ever medal in the triple jump? Or what about Julien Alfred, who won Saint Lucia's first-ever medal in the 200m? Or Daniel Varela de Pina who won Cape Verde's first in the flyweight? Or what about Olympians from places like Mongolia, Jordan, Botswana, Grenada, or Panama? Or what about the Olympians from the Refugee Olympic Team?
So it's disappointing that extraordinary athletes like them (and the history they made) end up being just as overlooked as the countries they're from.
36 notes Ā· View notes
trendfilmsetter Ā· 4 months ago
Text
Cuba, Denmark, Djibouti, Dominican Republic, Dominica, Egypt, El Salvador and United Arab Emirates Olympic teams at the Paris 2024 Olympics
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
20 notes Ā· View notes
rjzimmerman Ā· 6 months ago
Text
Excerpt from this New York Times story:
Ever since the discovery of whale songs almost 60 years ago, scientists have been trying to decipher their lyrics. Are the animals producing complex messages akin toĀ human language? Or sharing simpler pieces of information, likeĀ dancing beesĀ do? Or are they communicating something else we donā€™t yet understand?
In 2020, a team of marine biologists and computer scientists joined forces to analyze the click-clacking songs of sperm whales, the gray, block-shaped leviathans that swim in most of the worldā€™s oceans. On Tuesday, the scientistsĀ reportedĀ that the whales use a much richer set of sounds than previously known, which they called a ā€œsperm whale phonetic alphabet.ā€
People have aĀ pho-ne-tic alphabetĀ too, which we use to produce a practically infinite supply of words. But Shane Gero, a marine biologist at Carleton University in Ottawa and an author of the study, said itā€™s unclear whether sperm whales similarly turn their phonetic sounds into a language.
Since 2005, Dr. Gero and his colleagues have followed a clan of 400 sperm whales around Dominica, an island nation in the eastern Caribbean, eavesdropping on the whales with underwater microphones and tagging some of the animals with sensors.
Sperm whales donā€™t produce the eerie melodies sung by humpback whales, whichĀ became a sensationĀ in the 1960s. Instead, they rattle off clicks that sound like a cross between Morse code and a creaking door. Sperm whales typically produce pulses of between three and 40 clicks, known as codas. They usually sing these codas while swimming together, raising the possibility that theyā€™re communicating with one another.
Over the years, Dr. Gero and his colleagues have reviewed thousands of hours of recordings of the undersea noise. It turns out that sperm whale codas fall into distinct types.
All told, the researchers identified 156 different codas, each with distinct combinations of tempo, rhythm, rubato and ornamentation. Dr. Gero said that this variation is strikingly similar to the way humans combine movements in our lips and tongue to produce a set of phonetic sounds.
A single sound like ā€œba,ā€ or ā€œnaā€ carries no semantic meaning on its own. But we can combine them into meaningful words like ā€œbanana.ā€ The researchers raised the possibility that sperm whales might combine features of codas to convey meaning in a similar way.
Other experts said the whale alphabet marked an exciting advance. But they said sperm whale codas might be more akin to music than language.
23 notes Ā· View notes
ohforficsakelibrary Ā· 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
The Margay: Chapter 1
There Was BogotĆ” That One Time
series masterlist / main masterlist
Summary: Santi ropes Frankie into a trial-run mission that doesn't go to plan but comes with one hell of a consolation prize.
Pairing: Frankie Morales x OFC x Santiago Garcia in this part but only in this part because BogotĆ” was just the once. No age gap.
Word Count: 3.8K
Rating: Explicit 18+/ the beginnings of a threesome, Santi has a filthy mouth, oral over underwear bc Frankieā€™s a tease (f receiving) / Minors DNI
A/N: Hoooly cowww, thank you all so much for the love on Dominica as my first little foray into this world. And a special thank you to everyone who has liked and shared. Your comments (and tags!) have truly given me life.
OFC here is the reader from Dominica, although I may play with future side chapters where I flip to that pov again. No taglist, but I'll mark everything with #ohforficsake. I do hope you enjoy. Edited 11/3 - I've been asked so I will be doing a taglist, drop me a line if you're interested!
ā€œWho the fuck else is out here, Pope?ā€
ā€œNo one,ā€ Santiago sweeps the clearing in a quick circle, butt of his gun still dug into his shoulder, ā€œno one else is supposed to be out here.ā€
Things hadnā€™t gone sideways and he hadnā€™t called anyone in.
And yet the mark stares back at him through lifeless eyes the same color as the leaflitter he threatens to stain red.
ā€œWell,ā€ Frankie gestures vaguely where heā€™s knelt down next to the still-warm body. ā€œThis ainā€™t local.ā€
The high-caliber bullet that blew out the back of the manā€™s skull is most assuredly not Nicaraguan-made.
ā€œWe have to move, Fish,ā€ Santi says before letting out a sharp whistle. A signal to the men holding the perimeter to circle up.
ā€œNah, if whoever did this wanted us deadā€¦ā€ He lets the words hang in humid jungle air, propping the brim of his cap up just far enough to swipe damp hair from his forehead. ā€œThe angle of itā€™s weird though,ā€ Frankie cants big dark eyes up into the trees even though that makes no goddamn sense.
The men have moved in by now and one of them lets out a low hiss.
ā€œEl Caucel.ā€
ā€œCrees eso?ā€ Santiago's gaze cuts towards him and then over at two other men nodding in agreement.
Two more from their team had departed towards the trucks the moment they saw the carnage.
Frankie stands upright with knitted brows before finding Santiagoā€™s gaze.
Heā€™s met with an imperceptible shake of the head.
And so he doesnā€™t open his mouth again until theyā€™re back in their hotel room.
_____
ā€œYou got an explanation for that, Pope?ā€
ā€œNot a good one.ā€ Santi sits on the edge of a twin bed and unlaces his boots before toeing them off and flopping backwards.
Frankie stays standing, hands on his hips.
ā€œSomeoneā€™s out there with high-caliber shit we didnā€™t even have as Deltas and thatā€™s all you have to say.ā€
ā€œThatā€™s all I fuckinā€™ know, Fish. Look, at least weā€™re on the same side, ok? For now weā€™re on the same side. Fuck, I need a shower.ā€
Heā€™s on his feet now. Clearly rattled.
ā€œWhatā€™s El Caucel? A group? Whereā€™d they get that kind of heat?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t know, Fish. I donā€™t know if El Caucel is one guy or fiveā€¦ā€
Santi doesnā€™t realize it but heā€™s pacing the room.
Heā€™s useless like this.
ā€œGo take a fuckinā€™ shower, Pope.ā€
ā€œI need a fucking beer.ā€
_____
Frankie doesnā€™t speak again until theyā€™re both perched on plastic chairs at the back of an open-air bar, cumbia blaring through tired but persistent speakers, waves lapping at the shore nearly on beat.
ā€œI donā€™t like it, Pope," he mutters after a sip of beer. "I donā€™t like that people we donā€™t know, using shit that we donā€™t have, know the same things we do," each point punctuated by a finger stabbed into the table.
ā€œTheyā€™re after the same people that we are, Fish. We were fifteen minutes late, more than likely that was our backup. I have a call out to my guy, but heā€™s out of pocket until tomorrow. Can we at least just leave it at that for the night?ā€
Somehow Santiagoā€™s nerves arenā€™t as frayed as they were an hour ago.
ā€œThis isnā€™t what I signed up for, Pope.ā€
ā€œYou signed up to kill bad men and get paid, Fish. A bad man is dead today and I donā€™t know if you took a look at your bank account, but itā€™s $25K heavier than it was this morning.ā€
ā€œWe didnā€™t pull that trigger.ā€
ā€œTake the fuckinā€™ win, Catfish.ā€
It's low out of Santiago's mouth. Like an order.
Frankie doesnā€™t run like this. Not with unknown eyes on them. And he doesnā€™t take money for jobs he didnā€™t finish. He agreed not to ask who was bankrolling this little excursion, he trusted Santiā€™s judgment enough for that, but things were starting to fall out of alignment.
The last time that happened they lost someone.
He doesnā€™t like how fucking cool Santi is right now either.
And Santiago pipes up as though he can hear the gears in Fish's head gnashing against one another. ā€œLook, Fish. Youā€™ve got a cold beer, the Caribbean fuckinā€™ Ocean right there, youā€™re in a beautiful tropical country instead of freezing your balls off in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere in February..."
"...There are hot girls in this bar.ā€
ā€œPope.ā€
ā€œDo you trust me, Fish?ā€
Dark eyes lock over the table, Frankie searching for something Santi wonā€™t give away. It takes at least a minute for the tight line of Fishā€™s mouth to soften into his usual pout.
ā€œItā€™s a sea.ā€
ā€œWhat?ā€ Santi swallows a mouthful of beer.
ā€œThe Caribbean Sea.ā€
ā€œRight, fuckinā€™, okay.ā€ Santi grins. ā€œThe goddamn Caribbean Sea. Just enjoy it, Catfish.ā€
Itā€™s not a good enough explanation, not by a fucking long shot, but he hates admitting that Santi is right. For the next few hours, thereā€™s nothing they can do.
And for a moment, Corona and lime on his tongue and the thought of $25K in his bank account makes him ignore the insistent scratching in the back of his brain.
Dark eyes sail over Santiā€™s shoulder and happen to land on a woman reading in the corner, all brown skin and black curls that skim the tops of her shoulders. He can't help but notice the way she's left a few buttons on her linen shirt open.
Can't help but notice the way it allows the curve of one breast to peek out when she reaches for her drink.
ā€œI saw her first.ā€ Santi knows exactly where heā€™s looking.
ā€œI wouldnā€™t, actually,ā€ Frankie attempts to clarify, but his half-hard cock says otherwise.
ā€œI would.ā€
ā€œWeā€™re sharing a room, Pope.ā€
ā€œIā€™ll put a sock on the doorknob. Plus there was BogotĆ” that one time,ā€ Santi arches a brow and grins before draining the rest of his beer.
BogotĆ” that one time and a blonde between the two of them.
Thereā€™s more space than you'd think on a twin bed.
ā€œWith $25K you can get your own goddamn room.ā€ Fish quips.
BogotĆ” was before his girl. Before his kid.
ā€œSo could you. Honestly. I think you need it, Francisco. Come on, what happens in Nicaraguaā€¦ā€
ā€œNah, Iā€™mā€¦ā€
ā€œYeah, you need it. Iā€™m doinā€™ it.ā€
Pope is out of his chair before Fish can bite back.
"Fuckinā€™ idiot," Frankie mutters under his breath and directs his gaze out to sea.
ā€œExcuse me, miss?ā€ Santiago purrs in Spanish, leaning over the womanā€™s table, his most disarming smile playing on his lips.
She angles huge green eyes up from her book and waits for Santi to continue.
ā€œMy friend over there,ā€ Santi nods his head in Frankieā€™s direction. ā€œThinks you look like you could use a refill.ā€
ā€œYour friend, or you?ā€ She answers in the same tongue.
Santiā€™s teeth catch on his bottom lip.
ā€œMyee, my uh, my friend.ā€ Santi slips in English. ā€œMi amigo.ā€
Freud would have loved that one.
The woman sets her book aside and reaches for a packet of cigarettes, eyes cutting over to Frankie as she taps the top of the box on the table. He's lit up by red and yellow light and staring out across sand.
Plush lips wrapped around the mouth of his beer bottle, wishing the ocean would come crashing through this fuckinā€™ bar.
ā€œWhatā€™s your friendā€™s name?ā€
ā€œFreddie.ā€
ā€œTell Freddie Iā€™ll take a gin and soda with lime, but only if he does his dirty work himself and sits down here with me.ā€ She lights up a cigarette. ā€œI suppose you can stay too.ā€
Santi lets out a sharp whistle that has Frankie on higher alert than heā€™d care to admit.
ā€œGin and soda,ā€ Santi calls over his shoulder. ā€œWhatā€™s your name, sweetheart?ā€
ā€œArabela,ā€ she tosses the packet on top of her book.
ā€œSam,ā€ Santi offers his hand and she takes it, surprised when Santi presses his lips to her knuckles.
Surprised in a turned-off way.
"What are you reading?"
She lifts the packet of Parliaments so he can glance at the title.
The Living Daylights.
"You like spy novels?"
"I think they're funny."
Frankie appears at last, two fresh beers, one gin, and three shots of tequila balanced easily between two massive hands.
The tequila was an impulse but he needs something stronger than Corona if this is BogotĆ” Round Two.
Which apparently it became the moment Frankie stood up from his seat.
ā€œFreddie, this is Arabela.ā€
ā€œMucho gusto.ā€ Frankieā€™s hand is shy.
All of Frankie is shy.
ā€œI do speak English, if thatā€™s more comfortable.ā€
ā€œAn American.ā€ Santi perks up. ā€œWhere are you from, sweetheart?ā€
ā€œFlorida.ā€
ā€œAhh, Texas,ā€ he jabs a thumb towards Frankie and then his own chest ā€œand Miami. What part of Florida?ā€
ā€œOrlando.ā€
Jesus this is boring.
_____
She actually just showed up here for dinner and a buzz because it was five minutes down the beach from her hotel. A function of convenience, nothing more.
And now with dinner over, she finds herself in need of another gin.
Sheā€™s up at the bar when two more men wander in. Not locals but not uncomfortable here either. Military, past or present, from the sound of their boots on the wood planks.Ā 
She quickly steals a glance over her shoulder. Military boys arenā€™t uncommon down here, and frankly not particularly interesting, but these two arenā€™t standard issue.
One of them looks like a good time and the other looks like trouble.Ā 
Trouble slips into a plastic chair at a table in the corner, choosing the seat that allows him to face the door. Good Time on the other hand is skating dark eyes over her bare legs.
She runs the top of one foot over her calf just for kicks as the bartender hands over fresh gin, and turns to leave the very moment that Good Time sidles up.
God itā€™s too easy.Ā 
Sheā€™s not here for this tonight.Ā 
But itā€™s been three, or was it four, months and sheā€™s not opposed to it either.
Trouble is heated about something when his friend returns with beers.
Heā€™s cute.Ā 
Not in a classically handsome way, his friend has that in spades.
Cocksure, chiseled jaw, perfectly coiffed hair.Ā 
No, Trouble is cute in a wound spring kind of way.
The kind of way that looks absolutely beautiful coming wildly undone.
What the fuck is in this gin tonight.Ā 
Ten minutes later when Good Time struts over, she decides she definitely isn't opposed.Ā 
_____
ā€œWhat are you doing down here, baby girl?ā€
ā€œVacation. Just needed a break from work, I guess.ā€
Her phone buzzes face-down on the table and Santi Sam laughs.
ā€œI like your phone case,ā€ he grins as he pulls an identical one from his pocket.
Jesus Christ its a regular fucking Amazon phone case, how do we move this along.
ā€œSo what are you boys up to?ā€
Heā€™s probably going to say something stupid likeā€¦
ā€œJust appreciating the scenery.ā€
Yeah.
She checks her watch. Itā€™s barely gone 19:30, she could still have a perfectly enjoyable night on her own.Ā 
Nope.
ā€œLook,ā€ she leans over the table as Good Time leans in and Trouble leans back, ā€œIā€™m sure that works on someone else, but todayā€™s not your day.ā€
Santi braces for the crash.Ā 
ā€œYou didnā€™t come over here just to chat and Iā€™m more than happy to save all of us the grief. Whatā€™s on the table?ā€
ā€œBoth of us.ā€Ā 
No one at the table was expecting Frankie to be the one to speak up.
Pope shoots Frankie a look that swims with ā€˜hadnā€™t expected but not opposed...ā€™
ā€œIf thatā€™s what you want.ā€ Frankie rumbles, arm draped over the back of his chair.Ā 
Trouble.
Something searing and unspoken in a language that Pope doesnā€™t understand passes between them.
ā€œWhatā€™s your word, sweetheart?ā€ He continues with the barest nod of his head in her direction, eyes dark. And starved.Ā 
Ā ā€œBogotĆ”.ā€
She hadnā€™t overheard them. Thereā€™s no way she could have with the music in this place.
And Frankie throws back his tequila because Frankie's not a man to question the Universe when it hands him something.
ā€œClose the tabs,ā€ a firm hand squeezes Santiā€™s shoulder as Fish stands. ā€œHers and ours. You. With me.ā€
Her with him finds them both outside, her back against the wall of the bar, cigarette nestled between her fingers, Frankie close enough that the heat coming off of him sets her nerves tingling.
He hasnā€™t laid a hand on her yet. Oneā€™s braced on the wall near her head, the other on his hip.
Heā€™s angled such that she has room to slip away.
ā€œAre you sure you want this? You can leave right now and Iā€™ll get him out of here and weā€™ll pretend we never met.ā€
Dark eyes track the fingers that bring the cigarette to her lips.
ā€œIs that what you want?ā€
ā€œI didnā€™t ask about me,ā€ he rumbles, shifting slightly closer and answering her question with his form.
ā€œRight now,ā€ she tilts her head to blow smoke away from him, ā€œthereā€™s nothing I want more.ā€
Frankie reaches for her cigarette, freely offered, taking a puff before he dashes it out. His fingers move to trail feather-light across her collarbone and over the buttons of her shirt nudging it open a hair.
He glances back up at her eyes and then her lips, plush and parted and waiting, and Frankie decides he can't wait any longer.
He slides the brim of his cap around backwards as his hand slides up her neck, thumb brushing her bottom lip before he replaces it with his mouth.
When Pope breezes through the door, Frankie nabs him by the back of the shirt, tongue never leaving her mouth. He pulls, slamming Santi against the wall before tearing himself away and taking a step back. His thumb comes up to brush the corner of his mouth, surveying them both.
Her dark hair is wild from his greedy fists, lips and chin reddened from his attention.
Santiagoā€™s eyelids are heavy as he stares back.
ā€œYou started without me.ā€ Itā€™s restrained, darkly matter-of-fact. She reaches her hand over to wrap around the back of Popeā€™s neck and guides him to her, tasting his bottom lip and then his tongue. She slants half-closed eyes over to hold Frankieā€™s stare as she moans into Popeā€™s mouth.
Frankie nearly reaches out to rip her away.
ā€œWe gotta go,ā€ is what he opts for instead.
_____
Not five minutes later, Santiā€™s back is pressed against the door to their hotel room. Her back is pressed to his chest. And Frankie is on his knees in front of her, nose pressed into the crotch of her cargo shorts.
Santiā€™s lips skate up the side of her neck as his hands splay across her stomach under her shirt, hips already searching for friction. She reaches back intending to slip her phone and card holder out of the back pockets of her shorts out of the need to feel Pope there unimpeded, pressed flush against her. He catches on, taking them both from her hands and placing them on the side table, fingertips bypassing two layers of cotton to slip just under the waistband of her underwear. He pulls her back against him by her hipbones, grinding the hardness in his jeans against the curve of her ass and she whimpers at the way it puts her just out of reach of Frankie's mouth.
Frankie pulls his shirt off up over his head, taking his backwards cap with it, and tossing them both over his shoulder into the room. He stands to occupy her mouth with his own while Pope unbuttons his shirt and lands it over the luggage rack. Santi meets Frankieā€™s eyes over her shoulder and nods. Fish breaks the kiss as Popeā€™s hands pull her against his chest once more.Ā 
She leaves one hand on Frankieā€™s cheek and reaches the other up to tangle in Santiagoā€™s hair.Ā 
ā€œWeā€™re gonna take such good care of you, baby,ā€ Santiago purrs into her ear. ā€œSo fucking beautiful,ā€ he continues, mouth hot on her neck.
Frankie watches for a moment, taking in the way her plush lips are parted before heā€™s on his knees again.Ā 
He needs to be here. Needs to feel the heat of her on his face. Needs to get rid of this fucking fabric.
ā€œIā€™m gonna hold you right here,ā€ Santiago purrs, skating his nose over the shell of her ear, ā€œand heā€™s gonna eat that pretty pussy of yours,ā€ one hand rides further up her stomach under her shirt, ā€œbecause thatā€™s his favorite thing in the world.ā€
Frankie can feel goosebumps appear where heā€™s stroking his palms over her calves, lips tracing the chill up her thighs.
ā€œWould you like that, pretty girl?ā€ Santi voice is a heady whisper now, and her head falls back into the crook of his shoulder as she hums in approval.
ā€œNeed to hear you say it, baby,ā€ Frankie murmurs against her skin.
ā€œGod, yes,ā€ she moans and immediately Santiā€™s mouth finds hers, fingers making quick work of the button on her shorts. Frankie helps her out of her sandals and Pope unzips her, thumbs sliding the fabric down over her hips, passing the task off to Frankieā€™s fingers to take the rest of the way before moving to do the same with her underwear.
ā€œLeave it,ā€ Frankie bats Popeā€™s hands away, settling one of his own against the curve of her hip, running the other up over the back of one thigh before breathing heat against her mound. She reflexively cants her hips back against Popeā€™s and he hears the phone in his back pocket knock against the door before itā€™s tossed carelessly along with his wallet to join hers on the side table. She runs one hand over Frankieā€™s forearm, fingers of the other still wound in Santiā€™s hair.
Plush lips trace the seams of her underwear, falling everywhere but where she wants them.
And so she reaches both hands down, tangling fingers in his soft curls, short nails impatiently scraping at his scalp and she feels him smirk against her inner thigh.
Frankie hooks a hand around the back of her knee, guiding her leg over his shoulder.
ā€œHold her, Pope.ā€
Santiā€™s arm hooks firmly around her ribcage.
She spares a thought for the use of a call sign before suddenly thereā€™s pressure and damp, open-mouthed heat breathed against the sodden cotton covering her core. The leg thatā€™s still on the ground buckles, but Santiago holds her firm, grinning against her mouth.
They work well together, these two.
Frankieā€™s tongue traces the contours of her folds through the fabric, humming with pleasure at what little taste of her heā€™s able to get at. He can already tell from the feel of this alone that sheā€™s bare below the cotton and his cock jumps at the thought.
And his cock jumps again at the thought of sharing the thought.
ā€œPretty girl?ā€ Frankie rumbles, teeth catching gently against her mound as he angles his eyes up at her. ā€œIf I were to take these offā€¦ā€ he hooks a finger through the waistband of her panties and lets it snap against her flushed skin.
ā€œI wouldnā€™t find anything under there, would I?ā€
He pauses and Santiago feels her grin against his mouth.
ā€œI donā€™t think you would, Fish.ā€
ā€œNo, I think,ā€ the bridge of his nose bumps against her clit just so and she groans against Santiā€™s lips. ā€œI think youā€™re completely bare under here.ā€ He inhales deep and her fingers tighten in his curls. ā€œAll of that smoothā€¦softā€¦skin.ā€ Each word punctuated by a kiss before he sucks, open mouthed against the core of her.
Pope has to hold her again.
Santiā€™s free hand skates up to palm her right shoulder where cream linen has fallen open before slipping his fingers under the strap of her bra, guiding it down her arm.
And Santiagoā€™s not so much in control so much as heā€™s just the one they let speak.
ā€œIs he good, princesa?ā€ Santi asks against her lips in the lowest register of his voice. ā€œDoes his mouth feel good on you?ā€ Santiago reaches down over her collarbone, under her shirt and bra to palm her breast, one arm still firmly locked around her ribcage.
ā€œFuck,ā€ she gasps, ā€œso good.ā€
Frankie hums his thanks and moves a little higher to flick his tongue over her clit. He dwells here a while, alternating light and fast with the tip of his tongue with slower, firmer strokes with the flat of it. The cotton of her thong is soaked from her slick and his mouth, and itā€™s not long before she turns her lips away from Santiago, panting and moaning in time with Frankieā€™s flicks.
ā€œSheā€™s close, Fish,ā€ Pope breathes against her pulse.
ā€œMmm hmm,ā€ he hums, the rumble of it causing her to buck her hips against him. Frankie lets go from where strong fingers have been digging into the thigh over his shoulder and brings his hand to her hip, both palms now holding her firm against Santi.
She can feel how hard he is through the denim that scratches against the curve of her ass. How it's taking all of Santiago's control not to grind against her there. Not to send her knocking against Fish's teeth.
Neither of these men have actually put skin against anything that matters, and yet sheā€™s falling apart between them.Ā 
No sooner does the thought cross her mind than Frankie hooks a thumb into the crotch of her thong, pulling the gusset to the side.
He hums deep and low because he was right.
Heā€™s just about to lick a stripe through her glistening folds when a clattering buzz rings out into the room.
All three of them startle.
Santi spares a glance down at the side table where the offending phone is casting blue light into the room.
His contactā€™s number.
ā€œFuuck,ā€ he growls, ā€œI gotta get this. Take her to bed, Fish.ā€ Frankie lets her leg down from his shoulder, ā€œand donā€™t you fucking dare make her come without me.ā€
ā€œNo promises,ā€ he mumbles between kisses, allowing her to move him until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed. He sits and she straddles his hips and he bucks up against her, telegraphing what's on offer.
She presses her forehead against his as he fights to nip at her jaw, cursing softy at the feel of him before her fingers scramble to unzip his jeans.
Frankie grins, arm wrapping tight around her waist, and grinds his crotch against her heat as Santi picks up the phone.
ā€œHey honey, I uh...I canā€™t really talk right now,ā€ Santiā€™s voice rings out from the hallway as if he wasnā€™t half naked and panting.
She props herself up briefly without breaking Frankieā€™s kisses in an effort to quiet the moans that he canā€™t seem to keep in his throat. He runs his palms down her sides to fit on her hips and pull but sheā€™s strong.Ā 
ā€œSantiago? Well, now thatā€™s interesting.ā€
ā€œHow...how's that, babe, you called me?ā€
ā€œSantiago, this isnā€™t your phone.ā€
And Santiago's blood runs cold.
next
Old chapters are hosted on the OFFS Library page. New chapters will be posted to Ohforficsake - follow me over there for future updates.
Shoot me a message @ohforficsake or comment under this post if you would like to be added to the taglist for updates! Thanks so much for reading.
61 notes Ā· View notes
unhingedkorean Ā· 1 month ago
Text
House MD 2024 headcanon
Wilson divorceposts on reddit and Chase divorceposts on twitter. Taub divorceposts on both.
Cameron has jennifers body girblog lana del rey Pinterest and Amber has gaslight gatekeep girlboss legally blonde that girl Pinterest and their pins have significant overlap but neither of them will ever know
Kutner has a silly YouTube or Twitch channel that has little to do with medicine and his subscribers donā€™t even know he has a day job
Chase is on TikTok making videos about medicine, Taub sometimes guest stars, and House cyberbullies them into deleting but they doesnā€™t know it was House until later
House manages to access PPTH official social media accounts and posts insults and Cuddy has to release an apology. He quotes the statement when he refuses to do his clinic hours.
The team has a Discord server or group chat. Cuddy demands to be invited but isnā€™t. Wilson is in it against his will. Itā€™s not for work; House shitposts on there and Kutner sends memes and cute animal pics. Others only make exasperated replies. Thirteen rarely sends anything but when she does, it is an absolute banger of a phrase or sentence.
House regularly makes funny and embarrassing gifs of everyone and uses them as reaction memes when they least expect it. They donā€™t know how he gets the videos for the gifs and theyā€™re constantly paranoid about it
Foreman has a Tesla car and House will not stop making fun of him for it
A child gets sick from his sad beige mom painting his toys white with unsafe paint (he gets better though)
Park is on tumblr and is a swiftie.
Dominica is Instagram famous and goes on a reality show (theres a Real Housewife pun in there somewhere) and when asked talks about how her dysfunctional ex-husband lied to her and House watches every episode sheā€™s in without ever admitting to anyone else he would ever watch reality tv because he is proud of her and happy for her
House tells Thirteen she should do OnlyFans one time. He tells Adams to do it a few times, just for the hell of it since she doesnā€™t need the money. He tells Cameron to do it all of the time. Cameron pretends to be upset but secretly likes the implication that House considers her sexy.
Masters has a video essay youtube. Itā€™s only sometimes about medicine but she does mention sheā€™s a physician.
10 notes Ā· View notes
janeykath318 Ā· 3 months ago
Text
Olympic Feels:
History for a lot of countries today! St. Lucia, Dominica, Ireland, Guatemala and the Phillipines won historic golds! The menā€™s pommel horse final was UNREAL! The bronze medal score of 15.3 would definitely be gold worthy in the average final. Loved that podium! A lot of people said it was a bad decision for the US to bring a pommel horse specialist, but they were proven wrong as Stephen (Pommel Horse Guy) hit three for three and walked away with 2 medals. Rhys is otherworldly good!
Katie Ledecky is carrying the entire US swim team on her back and collecting medals left and right! Sheā€™s won the 800 free at four consecutive Olympics.
Womenā€™s vault final was another Simone vs. Rebeca matchup, with Jade Carey taking Bronze. They slayed. I loved the red leo Simone wore!
7 notes Ā· View notes
clove-pinks Ā· 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media
The "Decatur" and "Dominica" in moderate gale (port view) by Worden Wood (American, 1880ā€“1943) (Yale Art Gallery)
Happy War of 1812 Wednesday to those who celebrate: here's a painting of a single ship action that is surprisingly overlooked in many accounts of the naval War of 1812, despite being an American victory. HMS Dominica was a small British schooner commanded by Lieutenant Barrett. In the summer of 1813, Dominica encountered the American privateer Decatur off Bermuda.
Rather than try to run, as most privateers would when chased by a Royal Navy vessel, Decatur's commander decided he would engage. He was Dominique Diron, an experienced French privateersman, as bold as he was cocky. The two engaged in a fierce, close-quarters action, and by the end 'not more than three men' in fighting shape were left on the British schooner. Her lieutenant was killed and the midshipman next in command, Nichols, was badly wounded. The losses on board were so horrific, and the command team so thoroughly destroyed, that the crew had not even managed to throw their secret signal code book overboard before capture. Charles Simpson, a British official who worked to secure parole for Nichols and the surviving crewmen, blamed Lieutenant Barrett's inexperience with schooners (coupled with Diron's long privateering experience) for the embarrassing defeat.
ā€” Nicholas James Kaizer, Revenge in the Name of Honour: The Royal Navyā€™s Quest for Vengeance in the Single Ship Actions of the War of 1812
I have not been able to find much more information about Captain Diron, despite the wonderful description of him "as bold as he was cocky." The battle between Dominica and Decatur is also described in the 1907 book The Free Lances:Ā Stories of the Sea Fighters of All Nations in Their Long Cruising and Desperate Battling for Honor and Treasure by Captain Jack Brand (Google Books), which confirms that Diron was basically a Freelance Professional British-Hater:
A French-American privateer captain was the hero of another fight which was one of the most ferocious actions on the high seas, the loss in killed and wounded being greater than in eight of the famous sloop-of-war duels in which the American navy was so successful in this war. [...] Captain Diron himself was a noted privateer who had enjoyed a brilliant and successful career as a French privateer during the long wars with England, and who found the American service extremely congenial.
Tumblr media
Victory at Bermuda, the Capture of HMS Dominica by American Privateer Decatur,Ā by Maarten Platje, 2018.
90 notes Ā· View notes
pikmin-applebloom-art Ā· 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
First page of my Video game Doujin webomic prologue redone
I decided that starting off with the grimdark stuff was too bold.
So here's some exposition and worldbuilding for Pixel City.
Transcript:
Video game game characters are just like us. They use public transportation.
Sign Language TL: Heyy (Misread as Love-ya!) wanna grab a slice (of pizza) later? Exciting! But Love yourself first! (she's aroace)
They go shopping occasionally.
Mario! Please don't stand in the shopping cart!
Hmm, what fruit to get for the party? Lotta good choices, pthhpth.
They even try out games and sports. Even dangerous ones.
THIS CLUB IS SO OFF THE CHAIN!!!!!
Hey there, Undyne, wanna play Chaosvolley? You know I can't do it alone, Pescita.
Video game Characters aren't perfect, and they will argue.
Shimea, we're late to biology. I'll make the first incision on the dead frog.
By Nayru above! You made the first incision on the sheep's eyeball a few weeks ago. You said I can have a turn next time, didn't ya, Enokiko!
Tumblr media
Kirby divider by @alphabeet-s0up
Took a while, but I made this!! info below the cut
The inkling girl in the first panel is Carlotta Marisa Ikaraggi, and she's a prodigal sign interpreter for the Squid sisters. And her surname sounds like Ikarrage, or "fried squid" in Japanese, which is what Calamari is. She's from splatsville and her parents come from Cephaloflorence, Inktaly.
The gal next to her is from the Hoenn region. She's an ace trainer named Kasumi Dominica Hamasaki-Brooks. She's deaf in one ear and wants to be a water type gym leader.
Also in the first panel is the Sniper from Team Fortress 2. After finding out he NEVER buys his own shirts, I figured he'd be the kind of person to only enter a contest or competition if the grand prize is a free T-shirt. So yeah, with the transferable skills, Mr. Mundy became the Bee photography champ of 1964. Also he's wondering how Waddle Doo is listening to music.
Knuckles is autistic in my HC, and while he (much like Eggman) is a feminist, he doesn't like to read long paragraphs. So I decided he would read a book of Alison Bedschel Cartoons.
In the second panel, we see two sims characters, one of which is an oc. Hali'a el-Ghani is Hawaiian/Senegalese, and likes floral hijabs. To her right is Savannah Price, but I decided to give her a better looking hairstyle (namely box braids in a ponytail with some edges).
Also Mario and Luigi and Bob the Cat.
The mannequins are of Princess Dragonfruit (my idea of what Wa-Peach is like, somewhat like Bowsette, and she's cringefail villain with a Dr.Doofenshmirtz level of incompetence and her girlfriend is Princess Chammomile, who's pretty much WaDaisy and she sleeps often and has a mellow but lazy stoner-ish vibe) and some random guy.
The next panel shows a club of some sort. Rouge the bat wants to play a game of Chaosvolley with Undyne.
I decided that rouge the bat WOULD wear the jewelry she steals, and frequently lies about where she got it. Also I can't draw anyone playing pool to save my life. So I made up a dangerous "Party sport" instead.
The shirt Undyne is wearing is based off of a hat from @shirtsthatgohard
Tumblr media
Bronto Burt is in the corner dancing.
The sonic character in the BG is an oc named Guava the Fennec. She's a green fox with pink eyes and likes fruit smoothies
The foreground shows a Hylian named Shimea who's family runs a tea house inn oot castle town. The Toad next to her is Enokiko Toad, a reserved and intelligent gal who's also quite blunt and also very autistic.
Tumblr media
Chikorita Divider by @ianrkives
Note that none of the characters on this page who wear school uniforms wear the exact same uniform. That's because Principal Isabelle Shizue (yes from animal crossing) forgot to have a uniform made for Lawson High (named after Jerry Lawson, who pretty much invented the video game console) so Isabelle just put (wear a school uniform.
In reality, it's because I have ADHD and I don't want to draw the same uniform multiple times.
Tumblr media
zelda divider by @saradika-graphics
Btw the department store in the second panel is fluffmart from the Papa Louie series. Which I HC as a mix of Target and Costco.
9 notes Ā· View notes
cosmo-lexies Ā· 9 months ago
Text
A proper writeblr introduction
Tumblr media
Hello people, you can call me Cosmo. Iā€™m not a spacial doggy, no matter what the gossip says (I'm gonna turn this sentence in my new tagline). I have been around here for a while but I had never dared to do an introduction until now.
What can I say about me? I'm a Spaniard, my home is in Galician. I started to write in English to learn the language but I found out that I liked it.
I'm searching for other amateur writers. I'm really into urban fantasy, specially shapeshifters (you know, werewolves. I haven't gotten over Teen Wolf yet) and romance (with bi character is always better).
I have another blog for NSFW stories: @hotcosmo
My WIPS
Wolf Trip (My current WIP):
Senior year, the last chance to discover your true self before adult life. Jon was ready to enjoy it with epic plans: getting a spot on the basketball team, figuring out what university would be his new place the next fall, and of course, finding the absolute perfect prom date. But, seriously, since when do the plans of a seventeen-year-old boy work out as expected? Instead of parties and dealing with his new status like one of the popular kids, Jon found himself facing the fact that he's not your average human anymore. Romulo, the hot and strong young wolf who decided that Jon's essence was too irresistible not to spice up it with a little bite, had to deal with an emotional teen with a very aggressive newborn inside while they had to sprint across America to find a safe place where Jon can learn how to live in a world bigger than before. A world full of new creatures and magic where your position in the food chain may not be what you expected.
The Imperial Sorceress (complete):
Lady Dominica, High Sorceress of the Empire and the eldest of his coven, and his apprentice Ludovica have to confront a powerful semi-divine creature never seen before in imperial lands which is destroying the military forces of the empire and find out why the creature is helping the alliance of the Southern kingdoms to conquer the city of Lorencia.
Midnight rituals, season 1:
"A witch, a vampire, a werebear, and a human are in a clearing in the middle of a forestā€¦" This could be the beginning of a bad joke or of a riddle; however, the witch was summoning an ancient demon while the human tried to avoid it; the witch and the vampire were in love but they fight more than anything else, and the werebear, well, he is there being a very handsome guy and tried to no one ended up dead. The peace of the small town of Santo Hills (Pennsylvania) is in danger and only the hardly credible team of four supernatural teenagers has some opportunity to avoid a massacre in the town.
Dylan, season 1:
"Do you know this feeling of whatever you do, you're going to fuck it? For me, it's not a feeling it's my day-to-day. Hooking up with someone older, yelling at my social worker, or kissing a girl for whom I feel nothing is only a small part of my problems. The big part is my powers which my family knows nothing about. Fuck, I don't know how I survive until graduation. I should talk to them, should I? Ahhh, fucking lā€¦"
Malicious Wood:
"After Ragnarƶk, paradise emerged, Yggdrasil blossomed from its ashes, and a new pantheon was constructed, ushering in a new era. But time passed and nothing in this world was created to be at peace forever. AsktrƩ accompanied by his sons Lunnec and Fenrir, return home after an arduous and fruitless journey. Against AktrƩ's wishes, they are unexpectedly drawn into the investigation of a series of mysterious murders in Odinia, Midgar. Could an Ashman and two hybrids discover the truth behind these heinous crimes? Malicious Wood serves as an enthralling introduction to New Yggdrasil a world base on Norse mythology post-Ragnarƶk where the delicate balance between Realms is starting to change. Can those born of an old world save a new one?"
12 notes Ā· View notes
Text
Video byĀ @paulnicklenĀ | Happy World Whale Day! A pod of sperm whales sleeps vertically in the water column of Dominicaā€™s Caribbean Sea after spending the day hunting deep beneath the surface. These massive cetaceans will regularly dive up to a mile to feast on squidā€”deeper than a submarine ever could hope to reach. Through the use of echolocation, they create intricate maps of their vast underwater territories and spend more than 80 percent of their lives far beyond the sunā€™s rays. Many are solitary foragers, but some families are known to coordinate hunts through the use of their own special dialects, not unlike human language. Follow meĀ @paulnicklenĀ as I work with myĀ @sealegacyĀ team to expand protections for our oceanā€™s vulnerable wildlife.Ā #WorldWhaleDay
from https://www.instagram.com/natgeo/
16 notes Ā· View notes
jdpink Ā· 1 year ago
Text
As anyone who has been conscious for the past ten months knows, ChatGPT is capable of amazing feats. It can write essays, compose sonnets, explain scientific concepts, and produce jokes (though these last are not necessarily funny). If you ask ChatGPT how it was created, it will tell you that first it was trained on a ā€œmassive corpusā€ of data from the Internet. This phase consisted of whatā€™s called ā€œunsupervised machine learning,ā€ which was performed by an intricate array of processing nodes known as a neural network. Basically, the ā€œlearningā€ involved filling in the blanks; according to ChatGPT, the exercise entailed ā€œpredicting the next word in a sentence given the context of the previous words.ā€ By digesting millions of Web pagesā€”and calculating and recalculating the oddsā€”ChatGPT got so good at this guessing game that, without ever understanding English, it mastered the language. (Other languages it is ā€œfluentā€ in include Chinese, Spanish, and French.)
In theory at least, what goes for English (and Chinese and French) also goes for sperm whale. Provided that a computer model can be trained on enough data, it should be able to master coda prediction. It could thenā€”once again in theoryā€”generate sequences of codas that a sperm whale would find convincing. The model wouldnā€™t understand sperm whale-ese, but it could, in a manner of speaking, speak it. Call it ClickGPT.
Currently, the largest collection of sperm-whale codas is an archive assembled by Gero in his years on and off Dominica. The codas contain roughly a hundred thousand clicks. In a paper published last year, members of the CETI team estimated that, to fulfill its goals, the project would need to assemble some four billion clicks, which is to say, a collection roughly forty thousand times larger than Geroā€™s.
ā€œā€œEverybodyā€™s talking these days about these generative A.I. models like ChatGPT,ā€ Goldwasser, who now directs the Simons Institute for the Theory of Computing, at the University of California, Berkeley, went on. ā€œWhat are they doing? You are giving them questions or prompts, and then they give you answers, and the way that they do that is by predicting how to complete sentences or what the next word would be. So you could say thatā€™s a goal for CETIā€”that you donā€™t necessarily understand what the whales are saying, but that you could predict it with good success. And, therefore, you could maybe generate a conversation that would be understood by a whale, but maybe you donā€™t understand it. So thatā€™s kind of a weird success.ā€ā€
Can We Talk to Whales?
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/09/11/can-we-talk-to-whales
via Instapaper
3 notes Ā· View notes
cash4car Ā· 19 days ago
Text
TEG Consultancy: Your Trusted Partner in Investment Immigration
TEG Consultancy, part of the renowned TEG Group, offers premier services in investment immigration, allowing clients to obtain residency or citizenship through well-structured investment programs. With a solid reputation for transparency and reliability, TEG Consultancy has become a preferred choice for clients worldwide, including regions such as the USA, UK, Canada, and several Caribbean nations.
Our Services
Consultation TEG provides tailored consultations, where clients are advised on the best investment immigration options suited to their goals. Expert consultants offer detailed information, ensuring a clear understanding of the process.
Investment Options TEG offers a wide array of investment opportunities. From real estate in Caribbean countries to business-focused programs in North America, our team helps clients choose the most advantageous program to meet personal and financial objectives.
Application Assistance The application process, often complex and document-intensive, is streamlined with TEGā€™s dedicated team, which assists clients in gathering, verifying, and submitting required documentation for a seamless experience.
Residency and Citizenship by Investment We offer comprehensive programs across multiple countries, including:
Dominica: Attractive real estate options starting at $100,000.
St. Kitts and Nevis: Strong passport benefits with a $150,000 donation.
Portugal: The Golden Residence Permit allows free travel within Europeā€™s Schengen Zone.
United States: The EB-5 Immigrant Investor Program requires a minimum investment of $800,000, granting residence in 18-24 months.
Why Choose TEG Consultancy?
With TEG Consultancy, clients gain a trusted partner who ensures that all investments are securely handled, with rigorous due diligence. Headquartered in Dubai and with offices in Pakistan, Russia, and the UK, our advisors are equipped to support clients globally. TEG takes a data-secure approach, minimizing transaction risks and providing peace of mind.
Client Testimonials
Clients have consistently praised TEGā€™s commitment, professionalism, and transparent process. Abdul Basit, a lead consultant, is highly appreciated for his insights and dedication, especially regarding Canadian and U.S. immigration processes.
TEG Consultancy simplifies the path to secure second citizenship and residency, offering personalized support, expert guidance, and a range of global opportunities.
0 notes
kikotapasando Ā· 23 days ago
Text
Statia Government A search and rescue operation took place yesterday, 20 October 2024,
Statia Government A search and rescue operation took place yesterday, 20 October 2024, after a crew member fell overboard from the fishing vessel FV Sabbath. The incident occurred during rough seas while the vessel was travelling from Sint Maarten to Dominica. Despite immediate efforts by the shipā€™s crew and a subsequent multi-agency rescue operation involving teams from Statia, the Dutchā€¦
0 notes