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Press Center 26-06-2025

26-06-2025 AIEA afirma que cooperação do Irão no nuclear é obrigatória. In Expresso Ambulância de suporte imediato de vida demorou quase hora e meia a chegar à vítima de enfarte em Pombal. In DN Baleado nas costas e numa perna junto a oficina em Tavira. In CM  Beringel. Incêndio em camião carregado de madeira corta EN121. In Ionline Buscas na Câmara de Oeiras. Diretor de empresa municipal alvo…

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GREVE DO INEM

#casalgresopio #gresopio #crítica #inem #greve

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tumblr gets my bullshit too

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It is so weird to look back at my pre-adolescent Eminem obsession and think to myself "Why the FUCK was I allowed to listen to that?"

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YOU'VE BEEN BIRDED!

You were birded with Burrowing owl!

Tread carefully, or you could be birded again!

I think everyone underestimates the amount of networking and actual ceo-ing Bruce has to do to keep up his image and no it's not just 'Throw a Gala every now and then'.

Where is Bruce's monthly book club? His golf days with other old rich men that he absolutely guilts into putting the corrupt money back into charity?

His kids?

Business asshole Tim™ who gives the corrupt assholes (everyone, essentially) roundabout advice that means the corrupt money is actually benefitting society one way or another.

Jason, legally dead, is usually there at the fancy rich people events, but usually disguised as security or more commonly you'd find him working with Alfred and acting as one of the wait staff.

He also helps Steph.

Steph, known public menace™ goes around breaking up business deals and the silent truces that are not so well hidden.

Cass and Duke, lesser known public menaces™: also help Steph.

Cass, like Jason, eavesdrops and reports back to Steph and Duke who actually make use of the information.

Duke takes advantage of being new to all this and plays naïve, saying the acquired information to the wrong people and making some innocent suggestions.

Anyone brave enough to speak to Damian about his animals gets a rundown of all the Wayne pets and ends with them submitting a donation of a Damian approved amount to an animal charity

And Dick. Richie Wayne.

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I can't properly think of anything for him, he would do everything everyone else does and then some probably. In fact, he was probably the one who gave everyone their little schticks and mini missions in Galas

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Introducing Kari Young (Née Pope)

 Kari (25), was born into a respectable family in New Crest; With her father working as a professor at the university of Britchester and her mother the president of the New Crest Wives and Mothers Association (NCWMA), a group aimed at supporting the wives and mothers of New Crest, the Popes had always been and would always be respected members of their society.

Michael and Alice Pope raised their 3 children; Andrew, Nora and Kari to be overachievers, and with Andrew working as a surgeon at Willow Creek Memorial hospital, Nora a successful author, and Kari in medical school training to become a doctor, it looked like they had achieved just that. The Popes were a formidable force.

So,when Kari decided to drop out of medical school 3 years ago and pursue a degree in communications, it came as a horrifying shock to her family. However, it wasn’t as shocking as the fact that she recently eloped with her Engineer boyfriend whom she has only known about 6 months...

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Press Center 25-06-2025

25-06-2025 Ajuda a técnico de gás deixou recluso evadido de Sintra sem vigilância. In CM Apagão: Governo vai apresentar plano de reforço da segurança energética a 28 de julho. In DN Área ardida quadruplicou em 2024 face ao ano anterior e persistem “fragilidades crónicas”. In Expresso Ataque a Fordow “destruiu as infraestruturas críticas”. In Observador Carrinha consumida pelas chamas no IC17 em…

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I actually have to say it, since it doesn't really show anywhere: this is an Eminem songfic. YES I know. It's We Made You and listening to that song ages after writing this makes me reread it with newfound appreciation. I see what she did and it's SO funny to me. The hints are really subtle, they made me do a double-take, but they really elevate the experience for me personally. I know you want me, girl, in fact, I see you grin - nasty.

It's Saturday and Dean's out chasing skirts - approved of by all parties involved, thank you. He's got a beer and his eyes on a few girls by the bar, past college age but still with the beach waves and pink nails, mascara-crisp lashes batting his way as he's killing time by the pool table. Safe to say, he's about to have a good night, when Sam walks in. And that's— Yeah.

Dean's pretty sure that he's not as ignorant to it as he pretends to be, to the effect he has. Heads turn, crowds part. Tall, broad-shouldered, tan. Hot as all hell. And, sure. He's the coy type most of the time, but Dean knows him, can read the guy as easy as anything.

So when Sam strolls in, shoulders back and chin up, Dean narrows his eyes. There’s a promise of danger sizzling under that confidence and Dean sniffs it out like a dog sensing an oncoming thunderstorm. He takes another sip of beer, the bottle sweating in his palm, then pointedly returns his attention to the game. Two, three balls sunk in quick succession, but that only buys him two minutes before the storm rolls in.

"Hey." Sam steps in, too close. Dean straightens, which only brings them closer. "I thought we were going for girls tonight." He can almost smell the faint trace of sunshine and lavender clinging to Sam’s flannel and tries a raised brow, a pointed look.

Gets crowded against the table for his troubles, one hand reaching around him to snatch up his beer. "You're the cutest girl in here."

—

And — Yeah, Dean's not gonna tell him what that does to him, not ever. Shiver down his back, breathing stuttering a bit. Instead, he scrunches up his nose, turns his head to hide his hot cheeks. "Fuck off. Maybe I’m in the mood for something cute and sugar-scented tonight, ever thought about that?”

"Yeah, sure." Distracted, almost. The hand on the back of Dean’s neck is heavy, overly confident in its possessiveness. "C'mon. Car's out back."

And that’s just one step too far.

"Forget it." Dean shakes his head, pushes down the heat slowly unfurling just below his bellybutton. "No way, man. Too cold. Too cramped." Sam’s warm against his side, nice and broad, but he’s huge, a beast on the backseat, and Dean’s not in his twenties anymore.

Sam raises a brow at him. "To drive back to the motel, Dean." His tone is light, all earnest surprise that Dean would ever assume such a thing. As if Dean’s the dog here, as if he can’t see the shine in Sam’s eyes.

But, damn. The girls are a lost cause anyways, judging by how Dean is already leaning into Sam’s space. Might as well skip the dance and go back with Sam right away.

(Besides — and that’s another thing he won’t say out loud —, spending the evening in a motel room with Sammy does sound better than finding some fake lace and fake nails company for a few cherry-sticky hours. Not that he doesn’t appreciate the concept, of course, but — well. It’s Sam, alright? Damn, he’s not getting into that. He’s already picked up his jacket, anyways.)

The car is out back, just as promised, and Sam’s hand slips down Dean’s back pocket to steal his keys. Not that he’d try to do anything useful with them, he just wraps his arm around Dean’s middle and shoves him towards the car, pushing the keys into his hand so quick Dean almost stumbles into his best girl and drops them. That kind of shit should get the guy banned to the backseat for at least two days, but by the time Dean finds himself pushed against the car with a tongue shoved down his throat, he’s already forgotten what he’s supposed to be mad about. He’s much more interested in pulling Sam in, but his hands gets knocked away and suddenly he’s cold and Sam-less, blinking into the night with puffy lips and a wet chin. “C’mon, move it!,” from behind him, followed by the car door. Bitch.

Dean tries his hand at being mad again after that, keeping his eyes on the road and his jaw clenched. It’d be much easier if he didn’t still taste Sam, though, didn’t still feel the warm weight pushing him up against the car. Not to mention that it’d be much more rewarding if Sam didn’t look completely unfazed by the cold shoulder treatment, sprawled out on his seat and looking out of the window. Dean sniffs, senses thunder rumbling in the distance.

In the end, they make it all the way to the small patch of trees at the edge of town before Sam puts a palm on his knee. “Dude,” Dean tries, “forget it.” But Sam’s leaning in, the ass, and nuzzles behind his ear.

“No?” And he’s teasing, smile audible in his voice. He exhales, too, ticklish-soft and hot-sweet. “C’mon, De.”

Dean huffs. “You’re such a spoiled little brat, you know that? How do you ever get laid acting like that, huh?” But that’s just hot air. Not like he doesn't know he's to blame for how Sam turned out. He pulls the car over to the side of the road. At least Sam waited until they reached the stupid little forest.

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[text: this morning i woke up from a dream where eminem came out as nonbinary and told everyone his pronouns were them/inem]

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Inem sketches

[ckret2]

O sibili! Dered ego.

Fortibus es in ero.

O nobili, demis trux.

Vadus inem? Causen dux.

who the fuck let the farm animals drive

this is a terrible idea

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American movies witha subway inem it’s like ok this narrows the location down to abt 2 cities