#Benito Button

[dreammfires]

The Three Ancestor Kings out rn.

Ernest Levaincois: An orthodox King who sticks to his beliefs.

Country: Kingdom of Charles

Age: 24

Height: 180 cm

Birthday: February 2nd

Ernest is a young King who is the ideal ruler. He may seem rational but he hides his passionate side and harbours a certain sadness.

Real Face: A pure and sincere tsundere. "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Butler comment: King Ernest comes off a cold to everyone, so he may ice you out as well but at times you may see his passionate side. By Cedric.

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Benito Button: The mysterious reformist King.

Country: Kingdom of Altaria

Age: 27

Height: 185cm

Birthday: September 20th

He has foresight and aims to develop the Kingdom of Altaria through such things as promoting women's advancement in society and fairness in education. He is popular with the ladies due to his glamorous aura and kind smile, but does he have a secret...?

Real Face: He has a childish side? "It looks like your revenge was successful."

Butler comment: He is a man who always acts with his eyes on the future of the country, and his appearance and behavior make him very popular with women. However, sometimes you suddenly notice that he is not at the castle… where on earth could he be? By Justino

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Harold. A. Spencer: A fearless & charismatic King.

Country: Kingdom of Philip.

Age: 28

Height: 180 cm

Birthday: January 8th

With his flexible thinking and natural intelligence, he brings together the people of Philip. He has charismatic skills. His good looks make him seem unapproachable at first glance, but he also has a surprisingly friendly side...

Real Face: Acting cool but is actually possessive!?

Butler comment: He is a superhuman who does everything flawlessly and is trusted by the people. However, he also has strong likes and dislikes, and apparently he especially dislikes certain things to the point of feeling disgust for them...By Cyril

[voltageapps]

Be My Princess: PARTY 10th Anniversary Project Part 2

They introduced three new characters in the app.

Harold

Age: 28

Height: 180cm

Weight: 69kg

Hobby/Skills: Chess, Hunting

Ernest

Age: 24

Height: 180cm

Weight: 64kg

Hobby/Skills: Drawing

Benito

Age: 27

Height: 185cm

Weight: 66kg

Hobby/Skills: Reading, Traveling

Stay tuned for more information!

[prismartist]

carol, benito, and lucie's button trip: get sidetracked by meeting room argument, find emi, argue some more, get caught by monster, carol nearly sacrifices emi, lucie sacrifices herself to save emi despite really not wanting to die, lucie dies a slow and torturous death, group suffers first loss, shock and more arguing, heavy stuff

diego, jeffrey, and luis' button trip: go down the pleasant elevator :D do first aid :D go into button room :D press button!! :D

[aliscntcrres]

task 01 ; the news

How does your character react to learning of Richard's passing?

Though fall was in full force in New York, Alison's hair stuck to the back of her neck as she jogged home in the brisk morning air. She'd worked in offices long enough to know the Fridays were simply a show and mostly socialisation. Sometimes she indulged in them, socialised with her coworkers, went out for drinks over lunch, engaged with retellings of whatever was going on with their lives. But other times she didn't bother. Today, perhaps by morbid chance, she didn't bother. She walked Benito for the five minutes he would walk before she had to pick him up and return home. She fed him, and then she left again. This time with more of a pace, running the same route she did every day. Weaving through familiar Upper East streets and Central Parks walkways, adjusting route slightly every time she saw a crowd of tourists. Or any other kind of insufferable crowd.

Offering the receptionist a nod in greeting as she entered, she expected that would be the extent of her interactions with the staff of the building that morning. But then " Oh, Miss Torres, " just before she reached the elevator, turning back to face receptionist again. Easy features though a clear expectance as they ruffled with papers for a second before they held out a letter over the counter for Alison to take. " This arrived for you while you were out. "

She paused as she turned the letter over in her hand briefly. She knew the handwriting, of course she did, she almost recognised the stationary, but a letter? Mrs Tristan was old fashioned but this seemed a little dramatic. Confusion flushed from her face briefly as she thanked the receptionist with a nod and a small smile, eyes returning to the letter as she walked towards the elevator. She reached out for the button absently before she used her nail to slide the envelope open. Pulling single paper out as she stepped inside.

Alison had never been good at expressing emotion, or even understanding her own in most cases. She read the letter once, brows furrowed and feeling a tightness start in her forehead and spread all across her body. She read it again. Suddenly the sweat on the back of her neck felt icy cold. She read it again. She could feel the weight of sports bra digging into her shoulders, the dull pain of her tired body, the discomfort of tight runners. If she had to pick a feeling, point one out on a chart, it would be anger. She'd struggle to find the words to justify it, or explain where it came from, but it's what bubbled immediately. Was Mrs Tristan allergic to a phone call? Why a fucking letter? What the fuck was the casual meets ridiculously formal notion of a goddamned letter? The elevator opened.

For a moment she froze there. Hearing the tapping of Benito's nails against the floor and watching the doors start to close again before she moved. A hand reaching out to stop the door and push past it, the letter part crumpling in her grip against the metal door. Fuck. Keep moving, she had to remind herself. Moving as if the gears in her body, constantly running, had stopped suddenly, maybe for the first time in 35 years, and now she had to try and get the momentum going again. Richard was dead. Mrs Tristan had sent her, and presumably the others, a letter informing them. He had left his estate to them. The funeral was in two days. Fuck.

The tacking of small chihuahua nails against floorboards stopped and Alison was greeted with a small, expectant bark. A confident sound from an equally confident creature. It didn't surprise her that his demand for attention was powerful enough to put her back on her tracks. " Hey Benny, " She greeted fondly, though her tone somewhat solemn. Moving past him as she reached for her phone, starting all the calls that had to be made right now.

UNNARRATED; Alison organised her time off from work with absolutely no issue, and also asked her coworkers/friends in legal to connect her with any good estate lawyers they might know. You know, just in case she needs one. She showered, packed her things, and left her apartment within the following hour. I don't know if any other wards live in NYC at the moment, but if they do then Alison definitely called them, refused to talk about the situation beyond the bare surface, and harassed them into either accepting a lift from her or making sure they had their own organised before Saturday night. If they're gonna ride with Alison (and Benito <3) she's leaving the city before 1pm at the absolute latest because fuck traffic on a Friday !!!

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 11.18 (after 1940)

1940 – World War II: German leader Adolf Hitler and Italian Foreign Minister Galeazzo Ciano meet to discuss Benito Mussolini's disastrous Italian invasion of Greece. 1943 – World War II: Battle of Berlin: Four hundred and forty Royal Air Force planes bomb Berlin causing only light damage and killing 131. The RAF loses nine aircraft and 53 air crew. 1944 – The Popular Socialist Youth is founded in Cuba. 1947 – The Ballantyne's Department Store fire in Christchurch, New Zealand, kills 41; it is the worst fire disaster in the history of New Zealand. 1949 – The Iva Valley Shooting occurs after the coal miners of Enugu in Nigeria go on strike over withheld wages; 21 miners are shot dead and 51 are wounded by police under the supervision of the British colonial administration of Nigeria. 1961 – United States President John F. Kennedy sends 18,000 military advisors to South Vietnam. 1963 – The first push-button telephone goes into service. 1970 – U.S. President Richard Nixon asks the U.S. Congress for $155 million in supplemental aid for the Cambodian government. 1971 – Oman declares its independence from the United Kingdom. 1978 – The McDonnell Douglas F/A-18 Hornet makes its first flight, at the Naval Air Test Center in Maryland, United States. 1978 – In Jonestown, Guyana, Jim Jones leads his Peoples Temple to a mass murder–suicide that claimed 918 lives in all, 909 of them in Jonestown itself, including over 270 children. 1983 – Aeroflot Flight 6833 is hijacked en route from Tbilisi to Leningrad. After returning to Tbilisi, the aircraft is subsequentially raided on the ground, resulting in seven deaths. 1985 – The first comic of Calvin and Hobbes is published in ten newspapers. 1987 – King's Cross fire: In London, 31 people die in a fire at the city's busiest underground station, King's Cross St Pancras. 1991 – Shiite Muslim kidnappers in Lebanon release Anglican Church envoys Terry Waite and Thomas Sutherland. 1991 – After an 87-day siege, the Croatian city of Vukovar capitulates to the besieging Yugoslav People's Army and allied Serb paramilitary forces. 1991 – The autonomous Croatian Community of Herzeg-Bosnia, which would in 1993 become a republic, was established in Bosnia and Herzegovina. 1993 – In the United States, the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) is approved by the House of Representatives. 1993 – In South Africa, 21 political parties approve a new constitution, expanding voting rights and ending white minority rule. 1996 – A fire occurs on a train traveling through the Channel Tunnel from France to England causing several injuries and damaging approximately 500 metres (1,600 ft) of tunnel. 1999 – At Texas A&M University, the Aggie Bonfire collapses killing 12 students and injuring 27 others. 2002 – Iraq disarmament crisis: United Nations weapons inspectors led by Hans Blix arrive in Iraq. 2003 – The Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court rules 4–3 in Goodridge v. Department of Public Health that the state's ban on same-sex marriage is unconstitutional and gives the state legislature 180 days to change the law making Massachusetts the first state in the United States to grant marriage rights to same-sex couples. 2012 – Pope Tawadros II of Alexandria becomes the 118th Pope of the Coptic Orthodox Church of Alexandria. 2013 – NASA launches the MAVEN probe to Mars. 2020 – The Utah monolith, built sometime in 2016 is discovered by state biologists of the Utah Division of Wildlife Resources.

[radicalrascals]

"Oh, I do hope you'll honestly try, Benito. I take great pleasure in watching you fail. " The hunter's threat was met with a similarly threatening statement, voice cold and sharp. No doubt Valentine had found more than a toy, a pet if you so will, in Ben. He had an enemy. And it made everything just that tad bit more interesting.

On his way to the door, Valentine stopped briefly to reposition the key on the floor with the tip of his brogue so it was accurately at equal distance from both his prisoners. Then he left without another word, closing the door behind him.

"You should really take off these wet clothes," Rafael advised once more. He had finally gotten rid off his now torn button down that he diligently wrapped around his wallet for added weight so he could toss it across the room to Ben. "Thank you. For trying to argue Nico out of coming here. Unfortunately he's a stubborn idiot."

The fact that Valentine seemed caught off guard by the blow was something. There was very little that a human like Ben could do to harm a vampire, not without the proper weapons, but getting one up on the monster who caused them all so much pain was enough to make him feel a small amount of relief. He could already feel himself shivering, and he watched as Valentine got back up and approached, grunting as he felt the punch to his shoulder, the strength of the vampire causing him to feel the pain shockwave through his torso.

He heard the key dropping toe the ground, glancing towards it and up to Valentine. He had learned the difficult way that things were never that easy with this man, and so he did not attempt to reach for the key, instead glaring up at their captor.

"No te saldrás con la tuya... I'll fucking kill you."

[kiyoors]

shoyo hinata would go to antros w you and dance to bad bunny

[mendesblurb]

I dare you to write your best attempt (blurb or imagine) about a sexy elevator scene between Shawn x reader 😈🔥

There’s Nothing Holding Me Back

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~455

Warning ⚠️: light smut,maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

A/N: Happy Halloween! And yes the picture is kinda blurry but hey he looks hot 🥵

You and Shawn can barely keep your hands off each other as you slip away from the halloween party into the elevator and head straight to your shared home. You could say that your desire grows more and more intensely as you watch him dance with that sexy costume.

Every time you reach out to touch him, you can feel your desire for him amplifies. He was pushing you up against the elevator wall. Without letting go of your hands, he yanks them above your head and pins you in place.

His head dips to the side of your neck; his breath feels hot on your skin, and his teeth graze softly, marking your beating pulse, “God, you taste so good,” He mumbles; lips waste no time meeting yours, kissing you long and deep.

You arch into it, into the kiss, into him as he transfers his grip on your wrists to leave one hand free as his fingers begin to trail along your shoulder, “And you feel even better,” He dips his mouth to yours and claims it again.

The elevator surges as you approach his floor, but neither of you seems to care, or you can barely hear it over your pulse-pounding, and the hot feeling of his mouth is burning and demanding that you can’t do anything but let him in. Impulsively, you stretch out your leg behind him, pressing the elevator stop button with the toe of your high heel, resulting in the elevator coming to a sudden halt and the emergency lights flicker on.

“God, I want you so bad,” Shawn mumbles as he removes his hand from your wrists while carefully steadying you against the cold metal wall.

“I want you too.”

You capture his lips with yours, meeting for a fierce kiss. You kiss down his jawline to his neck while intercepting gentle bites with sucks on the sensitive skin.

“Y/nn,” He groans as you reach for his waistband and pull his buttons free before snaking your hands to the bare skin of his abs. You move ever so slowly, stroking the hard lines of his muscles, memorizing how his breath hitches under your touch.

His reaction soon grows as you stroke deeper, longer over his stomach, chest, and back. You relish the feeling of delight as he was already at your mercy even when you haven’t touched him where he wanted you most.

You start to reach for his pants when suddenly, “Hello? We see your elevator has stopped. Is everything okay?”

You both snap out of your lust-fueled machinations, sharing a guilty look before Shawn moves to press the intercom button, “Everything is fine here. Sorry, we just accidentally hit the wrong button.”

And just like that, The operator presses the elevator button again, and it starts moving.

“Whoops,” You shrugged innocently, “My bad.”

“Y/n Y/l/n, you’re trouble.”

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Story Code: 31102239

[dreammfires]

Be My Princess JP/Oujisama no Propose has this event where you have to collect bread from parties and reading the story and give it to the princes and the ancestor king characters.

If you give them enough bread you get chibis of them for your closet.

[yournameoneverypage]

Confessions

Shawn x reader.

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: Drinking/drunkenness, blink and you'll miss it angst.

// * // * //

You rested your head back against the front passenger seat of Shawn’s Tesla and closed your eyes. “I drank too much.” He had picked you up from a girls' night out with your friends. You had been ready to go home before the others and Shawn had told you to never hesitate to call him if ever you should need to.

“Just don’t puke in my car,” he snickered. “We’ll be home in ten.”

You rolled your head to the side and met his eyes as he glanced at you. “You really didn’ have to come,” you said softly.

“Of course I did. I wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

“But your friends...”

Shawn had had a few of his friends over at his place that evening. He had chosen to not drink much himself, anticipating a possible call from you.

“It’s just Brian left. He crashes there all the time.”

“When am I gonna meet ’em?”

“When I’m ready to share you with them,” he smirked.

“’m yours,” you whispered, small smile on your lips, and closed your eyes again.

The thought of you being his made his heart skip.

// * // * //

Once in the elevator, you placed your hand on Shawn’s shoulder for balance and slipped off your heels. You exhaled in relief. “That’s better.”

He took your shoes in his own hand and when the elevator door opened, he said, “Hold on to me, honey.”

You bubbled, “’m not so drunk I can’t walk!”

“I beg to differ. You almost bit it getting out of the car,” he teased.

“You have good reflexes,” you said, wrapping both of your arms around his bicep as you started down the hall.

Stopping in front of your door, Shawn asked, “Where are your keys, Sweetheart?”

“In here. Somewhere,” you mumbled, letting go of him to dig through your clutch.

“Give it here. I’ll find them.” Cell, cash, credit card, dark pink tinted cherry lip balm, a-ha, keys, and, “Condoms? I didn’t think you were that kind of girl.” He smirked, trying to conceal the disappointment in his voice.

“’m not but the twins are,” you giggled.

It shouldn’t have mattered if the condoms had belonged to you. Still, Shawn found himself profoundly relieved.

Unlocking the door and stepping inside, he set your heels on the shoe rack and hung your clutch from a wall hook.

He led you to the kitchen and made you sit on one of the stools at the island. “Let’s get some food in you. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

You watched intently as Shawn cut an avocado, removed the pit, and scooped out the flesh. He mashed it and added small pinches of garlic, sea salt, and pepper and then put two slices of whole grain bread in the toaster.

“I haven’ been drunk since college... "I do stupid things when I’m drunk.”

“We all do stupid things when we’re drunk,” he chuckled, taking a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water.

He was about to pass it to you when you said, abruptly, “I kissed some guy at the club.”

He lost his grip on the glass. It hit the ground with a crash and shattered.

“Shit.”

“Lemme help,” you said, starting to move from the stool.

“No, you need to stay right there while I clean up. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He laid a dishtowel over the mess before retrieving a new glass and trying again. This time he successfully placed it before you, followed by a slice of avocado toast. “Eat.”

You ate dutifully while Shawn sopped up the water and swept up the glass. He found a post-it and wrote:

No bare feet in the kitchen!

He stuck it right where you would see it in the morning. He wasn’t sure if he’d gotten all the slivers.

Shawn polished off the second piece of avocado toast himself while leaning elbows and forearms on the kitchen island across from you. “Finish your water too, angel.”

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you whispered.

He smiled tenderly. “You would do the same for me. Now, come on. Time for bed.”

He followed closely behind you as you made your way to the master bedroom. It would be the first time he had been in your room; he was undeniably curious. He slipped his slides off just outside the bedroom door and crossed the threshold.

It was a stunning space. King-sized, hard maple, canopy bed, likely custom made, with matching bedroom furniture. The bed rested on a large rug which felt ridiculously plush beneath his bare feet. Above the low-rise dresser hung a 50” flat screen television.

Shawn was pulled from his perusal when he heard you apologize. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I feel guilty.”

“For what?”

“For kissing someone else.”

“You can kiss whoever you want, babe.”

“’cept you,” you sighed. “He wasn’ even a good kisser. Too sloppy. Too eager.”

“Of course he was eager. You are gorgeous. And darling, in this dress...”

“Which I can’t wait to get outta.” You reached behind you and started to unzip it.

“Whoa,” Shawn said, spinning away, flushing.

You giggled and hiccupped. “I’m not gonna get naked in fron’a you! I just need outta this damn dress! Help me!”

He stepped up behind you and moved your hair to the side.

While he slid the zipper all the way down to where it stopped at the dimples above the swell of your bottom, you confessed, "He coulda been your twin. Or maybe I jus’ saw your face in his ’cause you’re always in my head.”

Before Shawn could even digest that, your dress fell from your body to the floor. He groaned softly. You were wearing a blush colored, lace, strapless bra and matching thong panties. He looked up at the ceiling and breathed deeply. This would be an inappropriate time to get aroused, but damn if you didn’t have the most amazing body he had ever seen.

Suddenly unsteady, you swayed on your feet. You reached out to grab the bedpost, almost missing it, but Shawn was there to catch you, again.

He chuckled. “I need you to sit down so I can find you something to wear to bed without worrying about you faceplanting.”

“I should take a shower.”

“In the morning, love. I’m afraid you’ll stumble in the tub and hurt yourself.”

“I gotta’least wash my face an’ brush my teeth.”

Shawn stood beside you, holding your hair back, while you scrubbed your face pink and brushed your teeth. He then had you sit on the chair at your small vanity while he went to choose something from your dresser drawers.

He returned with a pair of white boy short underwear with rainbow hearts all over them and a white racerback tank top.

“I like these,” you said about the boy shorts. “But I don’ want this.” You handed the top back to him.

“What do you want instead?”

“Can I wear your shirt? It’ll smell like you an’ I’d really love that.” He was wearing a simple white button-down.

“You’re lucky I’m wearing a tank top underneath, and that I have a hard time saying no to you,” he chuckled, undoing the only three buttons that were fastened, slipping it from his shoulders, and handing it to you. He then waited on the other side of the door to give you privacy to change.

You exited the bathroom, thankfully seeming to be a little more stable on your feet. He bit softly on his bottom lip; he liked how you looked in his shirt.

“Come on, babe. Into bed.”

You crawled to the very middle of the mattress. He retrieved the brush from your dresser and positioned himself behind you. He gently brushed your hair out before loosely braiding it. That way, should you wake up sick, at least your hair would be out of the way.

When he had finished, you glanced back at him over your shoulder. “Do you really think I’m pretty?”

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known,” he said softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Then why don’t you want me?” you whispered.

He kissed your shoulder and breathed in the scent of your soft, warm skin mingling with the smell of himself from his shirt. His heart began thumping in his ears. You probably wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning, which made him braver than he would be otherwise.

“I want you, more than you can imagine, and that scares me,” he murmured. “You were…unexpected. You walked into my life and turned my world upside down so quickly; it’s making me question everything. I feel unbalanced around you.”

“’m sorry, I didn’mean to.”

“I wouldn’t wish it any different,” he smiled tenderly.

Shawn helped you settle under the covers and retrieved a glass of water and two ibuprofens to set on the nightstand beside the bed. He also moved a small wastebasket to within arms’ reach.

He crouched down to level himself with you and gently asked, “Do you really want to kiss me?”

You exhaled, your words almost imperceptible, “Every damn day.”

He took a deep breath. “If you remember any part of our conversation tomorrow, I’ll let you,” he promised. “Damn the consequences.”

// * // * //

@mendesblurb @benito-mi-vida

[longlistshort]

The images above are from Annette Kelm’s photography exhibition Present Past Perfect at Andrew Kreps Gallery.

From the press release-

In her work, Kelm moves freely between studio, and documentary photography to explore the function and history of objects, as well as the implications of their representation. A series of new photographs document ephemeral still lives built in her studio, combining colored paper and cardstock backdrops, with vegetation and found objects. Ultimately, these contemporary Vanitas-like compositions are left open-ended, as Kelm discloses their constructed nature, as seen in works like Sumach / Essigbaum, 2023, where the edge of a table and curve of the backdrop suggest the provisional process of the works’ making. Through this strategy, Kelm explores the implications of the framing and display of objects, as well as the value systems in which they exist. A new series of photographs documenting vintage button pins continue Kelm’s ongoing exploration into the graphic manifestations of protest. Adorned with slogans such as “Keep Abortion Legal” and “If his home is his castle, let him clean it”, each button pin is affixed to a uniformly cropped jean jacket. Sharing an overhead view, and a serial format, the varying placement of each button suggests the individuality of an imagined wearer, culminating in a crowded, all-over composition. Kelm’s interest in the socio-cultural history of objects is evoked in her 2019 series Recyclingpark Neckartal, presented here for the first time in the United States. The series documents 14 travertine columns originally commissioned by the National Socialists from Lauster quarry in Stuttgart in the 1930s, as part of an unrealized monument to Benito Mussolin planned for “Germania”, the planned reconstruction of Berlin overseen by Albert Speer. Kelm captures these in multiple angles in their current location, a recycling center. Seen through trees and brush, the columns stand overshadowed by a towering waste incinerator, surrounded by parked cars and traces of activity. Together, these views suggest the often uneasy approach society takes to addressing its dark past.

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 11.18 (after 1930)

1940 – World War II: German leader Adolf Hitler and Italian Foreign Minister Galeazzo Ciano meet to discuss Benito Mussolini's disastrous Italian invasion of Greece. 1943 – World War II: Battle of Berlin: Four hundred and forty Royal Air Force planes bomb Berlin causing only light damage and killing 131. The RAF loses nine aircraft and 53 air crew. 1944 – The Popular Socialist Youth is founded in Cuba. 1947 – The Ballantyne's Department Store fire in Christchurch, New Zealand, kills 41; it is the worst fire disaster in the history of New Zealand. 1949 – The Iva Valley Shooting occurs after the coal miners of Enugu in Nigeria go on strike over withheld wages; 21 miners are shot dead and 51 are wounded by police under the supervision of the British colonial administration of Nigeria. 1961 – United States President John F. Kennedy sends 18,000 military advisors to South Vietnam. 1963 – The first push-button telephone goes into service. 1970 – U.S. President Richard Nixon asks the U.S. Congress for $155 million in supplemental aid for the Cambodian government. 1971 – Oman declares its independence from the United Kingdom. 1978 – The McDonnell Douglas F/A-18 Hornet makes its first flight, at the Naval Air Test Center in Maryland, United States. 1978 – In Jonestown, Guyana, Jim Jones leads his Peoples Temple to a mass murder–suicide that claimed 918 lives in all, 909 of them in Jonestown itself, including over 270 children. 1983 – Aeroflot Flight 6833 is hijacked en route from Tbilisi to Leningrad. After returning to Tibilisi, the aircraft is subsequentially raided on the ground, resulting in seven deaths. 1987 – King's Cross fire: In London, 31 people die in a fire at the city's busiest underground station, King's Cross St Pancras. 1991 – Shiite Muslim kidnappers in Lebanon release Anglican Church envoys Terry Waite and Thomas Sutherland. 1991 – After an 87-day siege, the Croatian city of Vukovar capitulates to the besieging Yugoslav People's Army and allied Serb paramilitary forces. 1991 – The autonomous Croatian Community of Herzeg-Bosnia, which would in 1993 become a republic, was established in Bosnia and Herzegovina. 1993 – In the United States, the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) is approved by the House of Representatives. 1993 – In South Africa, 21 political parties approve a new constitution, expanding voting rights and ending white minority rule. 1996 – A fire occurs on a train traveling through the Channel Tunnel from France to England causing several injuries and damaging approximately 500 metres (1,600 ft) of tunnel. 1999 – At Texas A&M University, the Aggie Bonfire collapses killing 12 students and injuring 27 others. 2002 – Iraq disarmament crisis: United Nations weapons inspectors led by Hans Blix arrive in Iraq. 2003 – The Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court rules 4–3 in Goodridge v. Department of Public Health that the state's ban on same-sex marriage is unconstitutional and gives the state legislature 180 days to change the law making Massachusetts the first state in the United States to grant marriage rights to same-sex couples. 2012 – Pope Tawadros II of Alexandria becomes the 118th Pope of the Coptic Orthodox Church of Alexandria. 2013 – NASA launches the MAVEN probe to Mars. 2020 – The Utah monolith, built sometime in 2016 is discovered by state biologists of the Utah Division of Wildlife Resources.

[haveanotherfandomblog]

Joaquin Castillo

Full Name: Joaquín Mateo Primo Benito Castillo

Name Origin: Joaquin- “Spanish Version of Saint Joachim, who was the husband of Saint Anne and the father of the Virgin Mary”. Mateo- “gift of God”. Primo- “first”. Benito- “blessed”. Castillo- “castle”.

Nickname(s): Mijo- by grandfather

Birthday: November 25, 1995

Zodiac: Virgo

Age(s): 22

Sex: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity: Guatemalan

Place of Birth: Carreo, Guatemala

Current Residence: Whitechapel, New York, United States of America

Occupation(s): N/A

Appearance

Hair: Black, Short, Curly

Eyes: Round, Dark Brown

Nose: Sharp, Straight

Mouth: Round, Full Lips

Skin Tone: Dark and covered with freckles

Build: Tall, Muscular

Style: Jeans. Boots. Button Downs. Fitted Tee-Shirts.

Personality

Traits: Loyal, Family-Oriented, Self-Preservating, Protective

Strengths: Bilingual

Flaws: Judgmental, Opinionated, Hard-Headed

Habits: TBA

Alignment: Neutral Good

Personality Type: ESTJ-A- the Executive; 79%- Extraverted, 59%- Observant, 59%- Thinking, 83%- Judging, 79%- Assertive

Family

Father: Beckett (Deceased)

Mother: Emma Castillo-Salinas (Deceased)

Brother(s): Rafael Castillo- younger

Sister(s): Xiomara Castillo- younger, Argentina Castillo- younger, Esmeralda Castillo- younger

Uncle(s): Damian Beckett

Friend(s): Mona Clark, Clara Adams, Sarah Fox, Ethan Morgan, Benny Weir, Rory Keaner, Erica Jones

Love Interest(s): Darcy Taylor

Enemies: Barnaby and Carnie Wilson

Other Information

Accomplishments: TBA

Hobbies: TBA

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Representative Color(s): Red, Green, Silver

Story: Fiery Passions

Fandom(s): Diary of a Wimpy Kid, My Babysitter’s a Vampire

Iconic Quotes

Joaquin: TBA

[mendesblurb]

Glad to be home

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~265

Warning ⚠️: fluff,maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

Shawn sighed in relief as he unlocked the door of your shared home.

He had been gone for weeks, performing his greatest hits in the best stadiums and meeting thousands or even millions of fans. It was an exhilarating and exhausting experience at the same time. But now, Shawn was finally back home to his lover, heart, and soul.

Shrugging his shoe and undoing some buttons on his button-up shirt, he dropped them in the laundry basket before making his way into the bedroom. After a quick shower, he went to the drawers to find his favorite shirt and sweatpants. Finally, he made his way to the bed, where you peacefully slept.

He slowly moved to lay behind you on the right side of the bed and pulled you close to his chest. You let out a soft mumble, “Baby, you’re back,” while unconsciously turning to face him, enveloping yourself in his warmth and tangling your legs together.

He inhaled the scent of your perfume, just lying there next to your body, letting it sink in that he was finally home, and you were in his arms.

“Sorry for waking you, honey,” He said apologetically

“It’s okay,” You mumbled, shifting to get even closer to him, “I’m just glad you’re finally home; I miss you,”

He chuckles lightly, lips brushing against the crown of your head, arms slightly moving to get more snugly around you, and just before falling asleep, he leans down to whisper into your ear, “I miss you too, Y/n.”

He was more than happy to be back home with you, finally.

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@cheatdeaths​ / continued from here.

       “ ouch, ” benny half-mutters, half laughs, taking a swallow out of his glass. try again, six; the ol’ wastelander armor underneath his coat is too thick for that. not like it hurts; how can it when she’s not even wrong? if the shoe fits, dance in it. ‘course, it’s fightin’ words coming from one of the chairmen, but she’s smokin’ hot and he’s a little tipsy, so he lets it slide.

      “ baby, you wound me. a man’s gotta have his priorities, you know. broads, too, i guess. ” he’s not sure what sorta priorities he’d put blondie down for, other than maybe gutting him from stubbled chin to belly button. he can’t get a read out of those wide radstag eyes, but time will tell. benny takes another drink, his throat suddenly dry. “ vegas is just the tracks, baby, it ain’t the train. or ain’t the destination, whichever fits your pretty fancy. ” 

          he leans forward to mirror her, still smiling, doing everything by halves. “ you oughta know by now that nothing else in the mojave—shit, in the world, i’d reckon—gets as bright as this old strip on a dark night. and ain’t that powerful? travelling babe like you oughta know that best. it’s broadcastin’ twenty-four-seven, and does it get raided? do deathclaws beat down the door? no, because they’d get a bullet or six in their brain if they tried. i think the better question, baby, is this: what kind of brainless asshole doesn’t love vegas? what it means? ” he lifts his eyebrows at her. “ don’t you? or maybe you just like to get a look at the ben-man’s merchandise, eh? ”

      in the way back days, the days when he’d been benito and ate his namesake to survive, even leaving a lantern lit at night could invite danger. he remembers his mother scolding him (no one else worth a damn around to do it for her) for leaving a candle burning, telling him the things that could attract. cazadores, geckos, deathclaws ... it’s a scolding he still remembers, sharp as the follow up sting of her palm. in contrast, he remembers the first time he saw it, the strip all lit up, and felt love stronger than he’d felt for his own mama. thought to himself, goddamn. he remembers this when she says love, and instead of opening the lid on the thousand year ache in his chest, he scoffs.

         “ aw, forget love, sweetheart. love dies, and so do people. hell, people die in spades. nothing that way except pain. same with war. but vegas, baby, all her glittering lights? that’s forever. i dare you to walk your courier ass outta here and find me something—someone—more important than that. ”

[dreammfires]

Ernest Levaincois is in limbo regarding Chapter 5.

Harold Spencer is giving me a hard time translation wise and I have to play his route a 2nd time cause I am sure I f**ked up the translation somewhere later down.

Me: IT'S A GOOD TIME TO START TRANSLATING BENITO BUTTON'S STORY!

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