#ruby Castro

[alldancersaretalented]

Things that just seem right (TDA edition)

Stars winning 5 BD titles in one year at one location

Stars having 4/4 Male BD titles at TDA Orlando

Regan being one of the first female bds, if not the first, to win with an uptempo jazz solo (i mean, she is that girl)

Regan going from not placing at all the previous year to winning BD

Ellary Day and Sylvie Win being the first set of siblings to win the same BD title a year apart - allowing Ellary Day to hand her title down to her younger sister

Sylvie Win being the first ever 8 year old to win Mini Female Best Dancer

Helena and Sylvie Win winning first in finals and ending her season with a clean sweep

three 9 year olds being the top three at TDA Las Vegas

Larkin keeping up with their Mini BD streak - even if not as expected

Ruby Castro choreographing/performing 5 BD winning solos within the last 5 years

Dance Town sending like 7 dancers and coming home with 2 new BDs

Izzy Howard finally ending her streak as a runner-up and winning Senior Female BD, then going off to NYCDA and winning National OD there as well

The amount of "underdogs" winning and proving everyone wrong

The amount of lifts in the Senior Male improvs

Victor Smalley wearing an obscure outfit

[cspasfan15]

Ruby and D’Angelo officially announced for Ovation!

[jericos-art-corner]

"¿Porque estamos aca?" "por proteger nuestros derechos" "ah" "eso y prenderle fuego a un patrullero" "¡shhhh! ¡no lo digas! ¡cuenta como confesion!" "Why are we here?" "Because we protected our rights" "Oh" "that and set fire to a police car" "shhh! dont say it! that counts as a confession!"

Punk ocs! i love them// Ocs punk,los amo.

(more info under the cut//Mas info debajo del corte) (Rbs appreciated/reblogs apreciados)

[schnorianfleider]

Today is the 60th anniversary of C. S. Lewis and JFK’s deaths. It was the day before Doctor Who first episode “An Unearthly Child” aired.

I still think there was more than one gunman. The other was in the grassy knoll. Made a whole essay on it. Got an 89.

My mom’s aunt was glued to the TV screen when she saw Lee Harvey Oswald get shot.

[city-of-ladies]

"Doña Isabel Barreto (1567–1612) was one of the first female admirals in history. She was married to Alvaro de Mendaña, the Spanish navigator, who discovered the Solomon Islands and the Marquesas Islands in the Pacific. But her husband died on his last expedition enroute from Peru to the Pacific, leaving her in command.

Their expedition team had originally left the port of Callao on 16 June 1595 in search of the land of Ofir, a mythical land mentioned in the Bible. This Biblical land of King Solomon was believed to be located in the West across the Pacific Ocean. Although their expedition ended in a disaster, Mendaña founded a short-lived colony on the Solomon Islands on behalf of the kings of Castilla. Isabel Barreto not only lost her husband but also a large part of her dowry (which included the galleon) that had financed the expedition. But, together with the pilot, Pedro Fernandez de Quiros, they managed to make it to Manila with the remaining crew members. In Manila, she married Don Fernando de Castro, cousin of the governor of the Philippines. After making financial recoveries, she and her new husband organised a commercial expedition to China. This expedition proved to be a great success and they ‘returned to Nueva España in his ship, the “San Geronymo”, in the year ninety-six.’"

Isabel Barreto finally left us a will that was made up in Peru in the silver-mining city of Castrovirreyna (a present-day province of Peru) around September 1612, in which her new husband is also mentioned. In her will, she declares herself as the legal daughter of Nuño Rodriguez Barreto y de Doña Mariana de Castro and a resident of ‘la ciudad de Los Reyes’, that is, Lima. From this, we know that a great quantity of valuable Chinese and Asian goods was in her possession, for example, fabrics, broches and jewellery (rubi), a large house full of velvet that alone could be sold for 7,000 pesos (de a ocho reales) in Acapulco, four ‘petacas de tesillas’ from Japan, that are a kind of coffers or chests made of leather, furs, felts or of wood covered with furs, that were used to carry one’s belongings and other valuables and textiles used for Chinese clothes. She disputed the right to be considered discoverer of the Solomon Islands, and discussion is still ongoing whether she was buried in Castrovirreyna or in Spain in 1612, although the will seems to prove that she was, in fact, buried in Castrovirreyna in Peru."

Schottenhammer Angela, "Insights into global maritime trade around 1600", in: Mahalakshmi R., Ghosh Suchandra (eds.), The Economic History of India, Historiographical Issues and Perspectives: Essays in Honour of Professor Ranabir Chakravarti

[giuseppe-yuki]

lovers in every timeline

carlos sainz x reader

w.c.: 3.6k

warnings: reference to sex, curse words, probably wildly inaccurate historical portrayals, mentions of death

summary: where, when, how - did it really matter as long as you were in his arms?

a/n: happy valentine's day!! sending hearts, kisses, and flowers to everyone :)) mwah <3 💋 -anais

picture credits from pinterest :)

rome, 80 CE

"carlos!" you whisper, head peeking through a crack in the decorated bronze door.

a gold gladiator's helmet, complete with a crimson-dyed plume, stares back at you, from its spot on a crudely carved wooden desk across from the door. a man's figure is outlined by the sun streaming through the windows in the well lit room, back facing you. he fiddles with a leather strap holding his sleek golden armour chest-plate together.

when he hears the lilt of your singsong voice, he whips around, as fast as an horse.

carlos' familiar face splits into a grin when he sees you in the doorway.

"venus mea!" he gasps, abandoning his original task of tightening his armour, and hurriedly crossing the room to greet you.

the pads of his worn, but still soft fingers brush against the back of your neck as his lips attaches themselves to your own. maybe it's the lengthy time you spent away from him, but he tastes sweeter than normal, like honeyed wine or sun-ripened grapes.

a giddy smile stays on your face when you both pull away to regain the breaths that were stolen from your lungs.

feeling a like you need a bit more, you reach out a finger to trace the molded gold plating that accentuated the muscles on his body. "so - carlitos, what did you think about my letters?" you ask, reaching out a finger to trace the molded gold plating that accentuated the muscles on his body.

it's a loaded question, of course, considering the contents of the said letters you had sent him during his time starting as gladiator had a few intimate descriptions that would probably make your own mother faint.

"i- i-" he starts, most likely thinking of the sentences that your reed pens had inked into the papyrus in the dead of night when you were longing for his touch.

you take pleasure in watching the pupils in his golden brown eyes enlarge as your hand moves closer and closer to-

carlos suddenly grasps your hand and pulls it away before you can touch him like you so desperately want to.

"i have my- my duel in the colosseum soon- the emperor commands me to-"

the way he shakes lightly, as if holding back his urges, betrays his words as he holds your gold jewelry covered hand an arm's length away from himself.

you rescind your hand, pouting at his words. yes, you understood he had to focus for the upcoming duel, but you also haven't seen him for so long.

as if to distract himself from your persuasive wiles, he turns his attention back to adjusting his leather buckle and slipping his iconic golden helmet onto his head.

"after," he promises, talking your hand and pressing a chaste kiss to it. "it'll be quick anways - some rookie gladiator named olivarious - and then we can do like you said in those letters."

you laugh. he always thought like a winner.

"i will be waiting, my champion."

england, 1066 CE

"carlos sainz vasquez de castro," your court herald announces, voice echoing through the gilded throne room. "duke of-"

"yes, yes," you say flippantly, waving your hand dismissively. "i know- thanks."

you turn your attention back to the man in front of you.

magically, the heavy, jewel-encrusted crown atop your head stays still when you move forward in your plush seat to peer at him. the strands of pearls on your neck along with your ruby earrings clack against one another as you shift.

it is obvious the way his eyes rake over your body, no doubt taking into account the countless priceless jewels hanging from your body, along with your gown made the most expensive silks in europe.

you watch with amusement from your platformed throne as he bows deeply, the gold awards lining his own furs and rich patterned clothing clinking.

"your majesty," he addresses you in a lilting, accented tone.

a slight nod from your head approves his presence.

"what to you have to offer me, lord carlos?"

he snaps his fingers, and one of his advisors hurry over with a bottle.

one of your own advisors gently takes it from carlos' hands, before making his way up the carpeted stairs and places it in your awaiting arms.

upon closer inspection, it's entirely made of pink-tinted glass, complete with a heart made entirely of rare red glass. it must have cost a fortune to make, but you knew carlos didn't lack such money.

"rose and lavender perfume," he explains. "only the best for your majesty."

gently, you pull the cork off, and waft the smell of the perfume towards your face.

the entire court awaits your reaction.

when the scent of the perfume registers in your brain, you realize the perfume isn't rose or lavender at all. instead, it's a familiar honey and vanilla - the same refined cologne smell as a certain duke that you often had naked and twisted in your sheets.

from your spot on your throne, you can see carlos' eyes twinkle mischievously, as he knows he is the only person that can get away with putting his own cologne in a bottle and gift it to the queen.

"lovely," you note aloud. "the rose fragrance balances quite nicely with the lavender."

carlos nods, satified, before leaving the court with a bow to you and with his advisors in tow.

the court bursts into chatters, most likely your ladies in waiting discussing how to get their hands on their own rose and lavender perfume scents.

as you begin to suggest a walk in the gardens to discuss some "important political treaties" with lord carlos, the herald next to you clears his throat.

your head snaps towards him, annoyed at him for cutting you off.

"your- your majesty," he stutters out, unused to the burden of your attention. "but- you have a lunch planned with his majesty the king on the upcoming banquet- i don't think it's wise to-"

"are you telling me how to run my court?" you snap at him, all of a sudden filled with a rage.

his eyes widen as the court goes silent. licking his dry lips nervously, he shakes his head.

"no, no, your majesty, i was just- a suggestion- please-"

"alright, you're dismissed," you say quickly, not wanting to hear his pathetic excuses. "ladies, help me to 'the garden.'"

even with your pounds of jewelry and expensive silks weighing you down, you float quite elegantly out of the throne room with the help of a few of your ladies-in-waiting.

they stay mostly silent as you walk towards a door decorated with bunches of painted flowers and greenery. before you open the door, seraphina, one of your younger ladies-in-waiting, touches your arm lightly. "your grace, you mustn't," she cries. "the king- if he catches you this time, he'll-"

the implications of her words hang heavy in the air.

you shrug them off, however.

"i don't give a damn. i will lay with who i please," you state plainly.

when you push the door open, exactly who you expect is laying on the velvet covers.

carlos breezes over to you, one hand automatically fluttering towards the cotton ties of your corset.

"my queen," he breathes into your ear, gently untying the knots that your ladies-in-waiting had painstakingly tied hours before.

florence, 1492 CE

"carlos, is his name." your maestro states. "he will be our model this workshop."

you pick up your charcoal as he continues to lecture on three-dimensionality, chiaroscuro, and how that it could be applied when sketching models like carlos.

the other students in the class listen aptly to your maestro, eyes trained on how he waves his hand over the way the model's hair fluffs up a certain way, creating shadows, or how the curve of the model's jaw is excellent for practice in drawing three-demensionality.

you know, of course. without looking up, you know how to sketch the soft strands of his dark brown-black hair, how to shape out his thick eyebrows and stupidly big chocolate brown eyes, how to outline his pillowy pink lips, etch the light stubble on his chin and jawline, how to trace his thick neck, how map out the bulging muscles on his arms and abdomen, how to illustrate his long fingers that were dusted with hair, and how to draw the way his loose breeches hang around his hips.

you know because you've drawn him hundreds of times for practice, sprawled on your shared bed, reading underneath a tree, or even playing with his puppy, piñon. you know, because, well, he's yours.

when your maestro lights the waxy white taper candle to lighten up the rapidly darkening room, only then do you dare peer over your canvas to look at the model.

carlos looks back at you with a sparkle in his eyes.

he can't move, of course, to ensure accuracy and detail for the other artists. but the way he twitches his eyebrow at you automatically makes a soft smile spread across your face.

the candle flickers, half-way burnt, but still stays kindled when you start mixing your oil paints to create the perfect shades for your shadow and three dimensional study.

by the time the nub of a candle wavers and flutters out into a waft of smoke, the stars have begun to show in the sky, visible from the open window behind carlos. your maestro and the other students have already went home hours ago, half-done canvases littering the room.

when it's clear you are finished, carlos finally moves from his spot.

"you're not going to say anything about me modeling today?" he asks, head tilting like piñon when he's confused.

your silence speaks volumes.

"i know, i know, you're just jealous that the other painters will be looking at me and making paintings of me that are going to hang in some famous collectors' private collection," he jokes, making you roll your eyes.

"mine is better anyways," you say bluntly, rolling your canvas around for carlos to see.

he is about to make another joke, but his eyes grow wide at your artwork, practically glowing in the moonlight.

"is that- is that me?" he whispers, hands barely skating over the still-wet oil paint slathered on the canvas.

you crack a smile at his reaction.

"no, i actually decided to paint my secret lover that looks suspiciously like you but not quite," you shoot back.

unfazed, he still stares, wide eyed, at the practically lifelike strands of hair on his portrait, and meticulously drawn eyes that look like they were about to blink back at him. the painting-carlos gazes gently at the audience - a look of love - accompanied with a knowing smirk painted across his face.

walking over to stand by him, you press a kiss to the side of the real-carlos.

"this is how i see you- whenever you look at me," you say gently. "maybe now you can see how you look from my point of view."

caribbean sea, 1717 CE

"carlos!" alex groans exaggeratedly. "mpphh! please!"

you feel your cheeks heat up at the sound of alex's mocking words.

"that is exactly how you both sounded last night when i was trying to get some beauty sleep!" he snaps. "i could barely get through handling the ropes and almost fell off the crow's nest because i didn't get enough sleep!" he continues, rubbing at his eyes as if to prove his point.

carlos' strong arms loop around your waist and squeezes you comfortingly from your spot perched on his lap.

as alex continues his rant about how it should be plain decency to do your "nasty copulation" 500 miles away from the nearest human instead of one wall away, carlos graciously allows you to bury your face into the crook of his neck in embarrassment.

maybe that's why franco purposefully avoided eye contact with you this morning and logan hurried past you when you tried asking him a question about rations.

"whatever cabron," carlos shoots back. "you're just jealous you didn't have enough guts to talk to that stupid british sailor i know you were eyeing up at port last week."

hearing this, alex leaps up from his place on a barrel near the middle of the room starts to storm over to carlos' place on a crudely carved wooden chair propped at the back of the room.

carlos doesn't move an inch, knowing that although alex was tall and dangerous looking with his sword hanging in his scabbard, there was no way he would dare swing at carlos and his girl.

"he's not stupid- you're fucking stupid." he retorts. "and, by the way, just in case you were too dumb to comprehend, his name is geo-"

"enough!" a voice speaks up from the doorway.

you turn to find captain james, standing there, looking more pissed than you had ever seen before.

"why are we fighting??"

carlos speaks up.

"alex started it! i did absolutely nothing!"

enraged, alex snips back.

"well, i was just making an statement on how rude it was for carlos and his girlfriend to be fuc-"

"alright, alright, alex, you can stop right there," james cuts in before the conversation starts heating up again. "carlos, go take your girl and go clean the deck while i talk to alex."

happy to leave the conversation, carlos leaps up, simultaneously grabbing you from your place on his knee to throwing you over his shoulder.

you squeal something about your dress flipping up, while carlos laughs, leaving a seething alex and a slightly annoyed captain james vowles.

practically only one slab of wood on the whole deck gets cleaned before you both give up, and instead sit at the edge of the ship underneath the stars. they glitter like diamonds, winking like they knew some secret that mere mortals like you weren't allowed know.

next to you, carlos is close enough where you can feel his body heat around your body and the slight pitter-patter of his heart. the steady rhythm lulls you in slowly, making your eyes droop lower, lower-

"i have something for you," carlos says suddenly, breaking the silence.

you force your eyes to pry open.

from his pocket, your boyfriend extracts a heart-shaped object.

your eyes fly open, all traces of sleep erased when you realize what is in his hand. a pure ruby, shaped like a heart. in the corner sits five bluntly carved letters, "c s v d c" - his initals.

when carlos slips it into your hands, you hold it tight, like it could disappear at any moment. even in the faint moonlight, it glows a deep red, redder than the curling edges of bonfires, redder than any pomegranate-rind red dye, and redder than the blood of those you both have slayed.

"you didn't kill anyone to get this, did you?" you ask, half-joking and half-not.

carlos snickers.

"of course not, mi amor- i'm not a monster," he replies, as if he didn't just kill a man with his own bare hands a few days ago in a raid when the a shopkeeper tried laying his hands on you. "i simply slipped it into my pocket when the stupid merchant at the port wasn't looking.

you smile at him, as wide as you can, and press a rough kiss to his stubbled cheek.

he hums contently, patting your hands where you clutch at the rare gem.

"so, god forbid, if one day i am gone, you will still know my heart stays with you."

monaco, current times

"carlos sainz and his girlfriend have approached the building," you hear a suited bodyguard hiss into a walkie-talkie.

you roll your eyes. they were always sooo dramatic. monaco was basically chock full of the world's richest and most talented stars. who really gave a fuck if carlos sainz and his girlfriend were visiting a museum on a tuesday afternoon??

even the valet guy seemed unphased as carlos handed him the keys to his daytona sp3.

the museum's state of the art white exterior looms over you both as you approach the front door, advertising the latest special collections: the formula racing collection and the lovers collection.

"the lover's collection seem pretty cool," you note as carlos opens the door for you to pass through. "but, we can obviously also visit the racing collec-"

"carlos sainz and his girlfriend are inside the building," the suited bodyguard practically screams into his walkie-talkie, having somehow appeared inside the building without you both realizing.

carlos glares at him.

"what the hell is your problem, dude? can we look around in peace please?"

under both you and carlos' watchful eyes, the bodyguard squints suspiciously before sliding away out of view.

"anyways," your boyfriend says, sounding exasperated, "yeah, we can of course visit the lover's collection first- if you'd like!"

after a few wrong turns into a rather interesting exhibit on dung beetles, and an eye-opening one about jellyfish, you finally turn into a large room decorated with pink, red, silver, and white decorations, a scattering of hearts, and a banner announcing:" the lover's collection."

many families stroll around, looking at the multiple collections, so you decide to check out the first part of the exhibit that was open: several pieces of papyrus papers drenched in blank inked letters.

honestly, the papyrus looked like it is on the cusp of disintegration and the ink looked like it was one blow away from flying off the paper, so it was good that it was housed under a sturdy pane of glass.

as you admire the precise strokes of the latin letters on the scroll, carlos strays to the side and looks carefully on the the exhibition label hidden under a sheet of paper that is labelled ominously, "warning, letter translations."

he takes one look before turning an alarming scarlett red shade.

"are you- are you okay?" you ask, wondering what was possibly on the paper for him to turn redder than ferrari's livery.

"er, yeah," he says, gesturing awkwardly at the letter translations.

you take a peek.

oh. maybe his reaction was reasonable.

at the top, it clarifies that they were letters from a young woman, in roman times, to her gladiator lover.

the first letter starts, my dear, i lay here thinking of you with my hand between my thig-

you put the warning sign back atop the museum label, feeling a bit embarrassed as well.

"my nickname might be chili, but that was a little bit too spicy for me..." your boyfriend jokes, trying to dispel the awkwardness.

"let us just move on to the next one, shall we?" you declare, dragging carlos to the next piece on display - a pale pink perfume bottle.

the museum label isn't covered this time, thank god.

it reads, this perfume bottle belonged to a queen in the 1060s. it was gifted to her by a duke in her court. it is presumed they were lovers. however, they were both beheaded by order of the king several years later for unknown reasons. to the side, you can smell a recreation of the scent that was in the bottle. it was said to be rose and lavender scented perfume.

"interesting," carlos notes. he leans forwards towards the display case where it says, "smell here" in big letters.

you lean forward by default too, taking a waft of the perfume.

"weird," you comment. "that lowkey smells like honey and vanilla, but maybe that's just me."

carlos just shrugs.

"i thought that smelled like my cologne i use back home in madrid, so maybe we are both wrong."

before long, you arrive at a third piece of renaissance art on display. it's a man, looking longingly- or is it lovingly? towards the audience, mouth curved in a mischievous smile. several people take pictures, and there is even an art student sketching it into her notebook.

the subject of the painting has dark hair and dark eyes, reminding you a little of-

"carlos, don't you think that guy in the painting looks like you?"

your boyfriend turns around towards you, having been momentarily distracted by a stray silver heart balloon floating up to the ceiling.

"huh?" he says, looking over.

he takes a few seconds to give the painting a once-over before responding.

"do i look like that?" he questions, looking towards you. "the-" he points towards the figure- "the hair and the expression and everything?"

"um, lightly brushed by melancholy?" you state in an obvious tone, "uh, yeah!"

carlos flashes you a weird look.

"if you say so."

you both move on to one of the last displays - an enormous pure ruby heart, with a crude carving of "c s v d c" on the corner.

"assumed gift from a pirate sailor to an unknown person, theorized to be a lover. his initials are carved on the ruby heart. uncovered from a shipwreck on a caribbean island," carlos reads from the plaque.

"that's kind of tragic," you remark. "the pirate sailor's name- well, his initals- lives on but whoever his lover is will never be known again."

carlos frowns.

"yeah, that is kind of sad," he expresses. "i wonder what his name was though.. c. s. v. d. c..."

the intials click in your head the same time it does in his.

"holy cow, what if his name was carlos sainz vasquez de castro??" he just about yells, earning a few glares from a few guests nearby.

you shush him hurriedly.

"okay, carlos, mr. tinfoil theorist- like you would ever survive being a pirate. besides, it probably stands for clueless, stubborn, very dull carlos."

"hey!" he yelps, clearly offended, before you have to drag him out of "the lover's exhibition" before he causes he scene.

"anyways," he sniffs exaggeratedly, when you both change courses towards the formula racing exhibition, "i'm just going to pretend you didn't just call me clueless, stubborn, and very dull."

he turns towards you, suddenly becoming serious. "i'm glad though, that we saw that. there were so many lifetimes- i'm glad i met you in this one."

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[celaenaeiln]

12 am anon back at it again. my friend called me at 2 am, tipsy on i wanna say wine??? and ranted about how nightwing’s “superpower” is his charisma for like 15 mins . and then they talked about how he looks like he’d have a great spice tolerance before hanging up. i think its a hyperfixation .

I absolutely love it!! You and your friend just have the best conversations ever.

Your ask immediately reminded me of this scene from YJ Season 3

"That's just about everyone. Wasn't sure they'd all respond."

"You command more respect than you realize."

"I'm starting to get that."

Literally this boy has charisma oozing out of his pores. It absolutely is his superpower!

Charisma is known as "a personal magic of leadership arousing special popular loyalty or enthusiasm for a public figure" or "the quality of being able to attract, charm and influence those around you." And Dick is the living embodiment of it.

It's actually a canon trait of his

The New Teen Titans (1980) Issue #5

Dick has the unique ability to lead people. It's not just about telling others what to do, it's people wanting to follow him, listen to him, and and accepts his commands of their own volition.

In the DC/RWBY comic, the RWBY team crosses over to Gotham with all their problems so they have to work together with Batman, Batgirl, and Nightwing (Ruby REALLY gets along with Dick which for some reason makes so much sense idk why). And the batfamily get superpowers.

And DC-

DC LITERALLY WENT-

DC/RWBY Issue #3

THEY ACTUALLY GAVE HIM THE POWER OF INSPIRATION. THEY SAID "if anyone has the ability to lead people to a better life, give them light and hope, and be everyone's favorite leader and savior, then there is only one person to which we can attribute this power to."

Inspiration is the factor that leads people to moving mountains, becoming greater, and changing our entire lives and everyone else and Dick is the one who bestows that power.

He literally inspires people to be better and inspires them to follow him and became the greatest they can be.

Teen Titans (2003) Issue #33

He just has the ability to inspire people to reach greater heights. The younger generation, his own, and the older ones kind of hero worship him.

Charisma is a dangerous power to have. It's essentially the unique ability to convince people to want to do things for you.

Examples of charismatic leaders are Martin Luther King Jr, Joan of Arc, Fidel Castro, and Napolean.

These people moved nations, worlds, societies but they are only one person. And Dick, has the ability to do this too.

To describe him as a person, to describe his charismatic authority, you need to combine all those figures into one person. And that's the equivalent of his power.

Because in the comics when he wants something - the whole superhero society answers.

The Titans (1999) Issue #39

On a separate note, Dick does have a high spice tolerance!

Batman and Robin (2009) Issue #1

Also Romani food is made hot and spicy, commonly using chili, paprika, and red and black pepper. So he can definitely handle the heat.

Lol I'm just imagining Dick absent-mindedly chewing on a red chili pepper while he watches Garth dare Wally to eat a ghost pepper while Donna's rolling her eyes and Roy's hyperventilating on the floor because he's having flashbacks to Ollie's Chilli.

[europesroyalsjewels]

Ruby Dragonfly Tiara ♕ Prince Carlo of Bourbon-Two Sicilies, Duke of Castro

[dancindivas]

RADIX NATIONALS PREDICTIONS

Mini: Top 15: deanna tierno, hadley morse, elise carlson, juliette balija, peyton root, aspen roberts, vivian fincher, eden roberts, chloe todman Top 6: arina bryzgunova, navy forrest, amaya rodriguez, emery bourne, zoey brooks, vivian marcodes

Junior: Top 15: starr belle castro, aria bongiorno, sophia tooles, addyson paul, gwyneth woods, dakota casteel, isla gardner, skye harrell, avery altobelli Top 6: mya lanigan, tinsley wallace, braydon ziegler, tenley anthony, caitlyn paik, ruby taylor

Teens: Top 15: avery lee, lauryn alexander, alana gordon, aracely lee, patience hughes, kinsley oykhman, sophia schiano, avery maycunich, adelyn kolanz Top 6: victoria martinez, georgia beth peters, failenn daley, gage davis, madee richardson, evie richard

Senior: Top 15: logan asuncion, kalli ramet, breez carver, haileigh brennan, madison ronquillo, presleigh kreiensieck, gracie booth, darbye simpson, sienna morris Top 6: kira chan, avery cashen, alonzo dock, gracyn french, coltrane vodicka, grace mckinley

[cspasfan15]

The fact that Ruby Castro choreographed for 2 winners tonight is so impressive

[jericos-art-corner]

PUNK OCS!

Stickers punk! + Ocs punk. En orden de apariencia: Cacho (el) Martina (ella) Ruby (ella/elle) y Thanenahuen/ Thane (elle)

>NO REPOSTEAR MI ARTE,NO ALIMENTAR A IA NO DOY EL CONSENTIMIENTO. LOS DISEÑOS DE LOS PERSONAJES Y LAS ILUSTRACIONES ME PERTENECEN A MI.

>rbs sobre likes,me ayudan mas!

[evolvingsidekick]

BD-winning choreographers 2024:

Chantel Aguirre: Magin Within Me (Sylvie)

Malana Murphy: Man in the Mirror (Matthew)

Maria Konrad: Over It, Scene (Izzy)

Michele Larkin: Mr. Bojangles (Chase)

Molly Long: That's Life (Regan)

Nick Meola: Moment of Contact (Kylie), Creation (Sierra)

Ricky Ubeda: Just a Room (Skylar), Every Calloused Moment (Giselle)

Ruby Castro: How to Feel (Belle Marie), After a Dream (Zachary)

Travis Wall: Weeping Birch (Hudson)

Victor Smalley: Perception (Jackson), The Crumbling (Kylan)

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Choreographers and where they danced at

ALDC

Rachel Kreiling (NYCDA Faculty) Gianna Martello (ALDC Faculty)

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts

Mandy Korpinen (Radix Faculty)

Bolero

Nika Kljun (Jump Faculty)

CC & Company Dance

Kirsten Russell (Jump Faculty)

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio

Ashly Costa (Nuvo Faculty) Jenna Johnson (24Seven Faculty)

Club Dance Studio

Kalani Hilliker Brynn Rumfallo (Club Dance Faculty) Jaycee Wilkins (Club Dance Faculty)

Dance Academy USA

Cindy Salgado (NYCDA Faculty)

Dance Connection 2

Erica Marr (Jump Faculty and Club Faculty)

Dance Connections (Greensboro)

Jared Grimes (NYCDA Faculty)

Danceology

Alexa Huey (Danceology Faculty) Jackie Mougel (Danceology Faculty)

Dance Precisions

Molly Long (Jump Faculty and Project 21) Scott Myrick (Pave Faculty) Lonni Olsen (The Space Faculty) Jessica Riches (the Space Faculty)

Dance Town

Rudy Abreu (Dance Town Faculty) D'Angelo Castro (Dance Town Faculty) Ruby Castro (Dance Town Faculty) Easton Payne (Dance Town Faculty) Camila Schwarz (Jump Faculty)

Dance World Academy

Mristen Gorski (Nuvo Faculty)

Denise Smith Dance Studio

Akira Uchida (Jump Faculty)

Denise Wall's Dance Energy

Travis Wall

DC Dance Factory

Elizabeth Petrin (24Seven Faculty)

Elite Dance By Damian

Chelsea Sebes (Evolve Dance Complex)

Evolve Dance Complex

Lauren Herb (Evolve Dance Complex Faculty)

Focal Point Dance Studios

Angela Cifone

Haja Dance Company

Madi Mac (Evolve Dance Complex Faculty)

Joanne Chapman School of Dance

Shannon Mather (24Seven Faculty and Mather) Blake McGrath (24Seven Faculty)

Just Plain Dancin'

Kenzie Fisher (K2 Studios) Kierra Fisher (K2 Studios)

Kathy Haller School of Dance

Julia Pearson (Danceology Faculty)

Kerry Smith's Academy of Dance Arts

Michael Keefe (Jump Faculty)

Larkin Dance Studio

Eva Igo Madison Jordan (Larkin Faculty) Taylor Sieve (Jump Faculty) Mackenzie Symanietz (Larkin Faculty)

Le Studio

Suzi Taylor (NYCDA Faculty)

Mary Alice's Dance Studio

Ali Dietz (NYCDA Faculty)

Master Ballet Academy

Sophia Lucia

Mather Dance Company

Kenzie Fisher (K2 Studios) Kierra Fisher (K2 Studios) Emily Madden (Mather Faculty) Autumn Miller (The Space Faculty) Lonni Olsen (The Space Faculty) Jessica Riches (The Space Faculty) Lexie Rosenstrauch (Mather Faculty) Nicole Smith (Mather)

Michelle Latimer Dance Academy

Kayla Radomski (Radix Faculty) Dana Wilson (NYCDA Faculty)

New Jersey Tap Ensemble

Jason Janas (Radix Faculty)

OCPAA

Hannahlei Cabanilla (Jump Faculty) Rheana Tumang (Studio X)

Pelagie Green Wren Academy of Dance

Kelby Brown (24Seven Faculty)

Perry Mansfield School of the Performing Arts

Jess Hendricks (24Seven Faculty)

Plumb Performing Arts

Jordan Pelliteri

Project 21

Selena Hamilton Addison Moffett Kelly Sweeney

Royal Dance Works

Jaci Royal (24Seven Faculty and Royal Flux)

School of the Arts

Brooke Pieroti (24Seven Faculty and TDC of SF)

Studio 19 Dance Complex

Courtney Schwartz (Radix Faculty)

Taps & Company

Chloe Arnold (NYCDA Faculty)

The Academy of Dance Arts

Madi Hicks (24Seven Faculty and Moving Forward Dallas)

The Dance Club

Joey Dowling (NYCDA Faculty)

The Dance Company of San Francisco

Chantel Aguirre (Nuvo Faculty)

West Coast School of the Arts

Lex Ishimoto (Jump Faculty) Jazelle Torre (Club and Project 21 Faculty)

Westside Dance Project

Megan Goldstein

Westside Ballet

Kim Craven (NYCDA Faculty)

??

Chaz Buzan (Radix Faculty) Tina Caspary (Radix Faculty) Danny Lawn (24Seven Faculty and Club Faculty) Ashley Moffitt (Club Faculty) Nick Meola (Nuvo Faculty and Danceology Faculty) Nick Young (24Seven Faculty)

feel free to send me a message or anon if there are people missing (which I know there are)!

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RWBY (Behind the Voice Actors)

MAIN RWBY CAST

Ruby Rose: Lindsay Jones

Weiss Schnee: Kara Eberle and 1 other

Casey Lee Williams

Blake Belladonna: Arryn Zech

Yang Xiao Long: Barbara Dunkelman

Jaune Arc: Miles Luna

Nora Valkyrie: Samantha Ireland

Lie Ren: Monty Oum and 1 other

Neath Oum

MAJOR ROLES

Qrow Branwen: Vic Mignogna and 1 other

Ernesto Jason Liebrecht

Oscar Pine: Aaron Dismuke

Professor Ozpin: Shannon McCormick

Cinder Fall: Jessica Nigri

James Ironwood: Jason Rose

Emerald Sustrai: Katie Newville

Sun Wukong: Michael Jones

Pyrrha Nikos: Jen Brown

Penny Polendina: Taylor McNee

Mercury Black: J.J. Castillo and 1 other

Yuri Lowenthal

Winter Schnee: Elizabeth Maxwell

Salem: Jen Taylor

Neopolitan: No Voice Actor

Dr. Arthur Watts: Christopher Sabat

Tyrian Callows: Jessie James Grelle

Hazel Rainart: William Orendorff

Bartholomew Oobleck: Joel Heyman

Peter Port: Ryan Haywood and 1 other

Anthony Sardinha

Maria Calavera: Melissa Sternenberg

Adam Taurus: Garrett Hunter

Robyn Hill: Cristina Valenzuela

Roman Torchwick: Gray G. Haddock and 2 others

Billy Kametz

Christopher Wehkamp

Neptune Vasilias: Kerry Shawcross

Glynda Goodwitch: Kathleen Zuelch

Jacques Schnee: Jason Douglas

Raven Branwen: Anna Hullum

Clover Ebi: Christopher Wehkamp

Elm Ederne: Dawn M. Bennett

Marrow Amin: Marrow Amin

Harriet Bree: Anairis Quiñones

Vine Zeki: Todd Womack

Ghira Belladonna: Kent Williams

Whitley Schnee: Howard Wang

Ilia Amitola: Cherami Leigh

Kali Belladonna: Tara Platt

Taiyang Xiao Long: Burnie Burns

Vernal: Amber Lee Connors

Little: Luci Christian

Somewhat: Luci Christian

May Marigold: Kdin Jenzen

Joanna Greenleaf: Marissa Lenti

Fiona Thyme: Michele Everheart

Dr. Pietro Polendina: Dave Fennoy

Klein Sieben: J. Michael Tatum

Corsac Albain: Derek Mears

Fennec Albain: Mike McFarland

Leonardo Lionheart: Daman Mills

Curious Cat: Robbie Daymond

Coco Adel: Ashley Jenkins

Velvet Scarlatina: Caiti Ward

Yatsuhashi Daichi: Joe MacDonald

Cardin Winchester: Adam Ellis

Caroline Cordovin: Mela Lee

Jabberwalker: Richard Norman

Jinn: Colleen Clinkenbeard

Flynt Coal: Flynt Flossy

Neon Katt: Meg Turney

Saphron Cotta-Arc: Lindsay Sheppard

Terra Cotta-Arc: Jamie Smith

Blacksmith: Kimlinh Tran

Lil’ Miss Malachite: Luci Christian

Willow Schnee: Caitlin Glass

The Hound: Ernesto Jason Liebrecht

Hei “Junior” Xiong: Jack Pattillo

Miltia Malachite: Maggie Tominey

Melanie Malachite: Maggie Tominey

Zwei: Penny Layne Matthews

Ozma: Aaron Dismuke and 1 other

Shannon McCormick

God of Light: Chase McCaskill

God of Darkness: Bruce DuBose

Ambrosius: Valentine Stokes

Jinxy: Brendan Blaber

Red Prince: Michael Malconian

Herbalist: Christopher Guerrero

Creatures of Grimm: William Orendorff

MINOR ROLES

Announcer: Jeff Williams

AK-130 Android: Shane Newville

Shopkeep: Patrick Rodriguez

Goons: William Lopez and 1 other

Isaiah Torres

Cyril Ian: Patrick Rodriguez

Lisa Lavender: Jen Brown

Student: Kerry Shawcross

Russel Thrush: Shane Newville

Police Officers: Burnie Burns and 1 other

Joel Heyman

Sailors: Isaiah Torres and 1 other

Daniel Fabelo

White Fang Goon: Chris Martin

Penny’s Driver: Alan Abdine

Tukson: Adam Ellis

CCT AI: Megan Castro

Schnee Corp Operator: Emily McBride

Atlas Soldiers: Jon Risinger and 19 others

Patrick Rodriguez

Shane Newville

Kerry Shawcross

Josh Flanagan

Jeb Aguilar-Kendrick

J.D. Arredondo

Kirk Johnson

Alena Lecorchick

Tony Salvaggio

César Altagracia

Quentin Holtz

Nicholas Swift

Ed Whetstone

Cody Hawkins

Andrea Ratsos

Noël Wiggins

Dalton Allen

Nick Cramer

White Fang Lieutenant: Gray G. Haddock

“Deery”: Maggie Tominey

Student: Jacob Strickler

Perry: Kyle Taylor

White Fang Goons: Austin Hardwicke and 3 others

Miles Luna

Dustin Matthews

Josh Ornelas

Councilman: Gray G. Haddock

Reese Chloris: Erin Winn

Bolin Hori: Jon Risinger

Brawnz Ni: Blaine Gibson

Roy Stallion: No Voice Actor

Nolan Porfirio: Aaron Marquis

May Zedong: No Voice Actor

Bartender: Markus Horstmeyer

Nebula Violette: Kate Warner

Scarlet David: Gavin Free

Dew Gayl: Kim Newman

Sage Ayana: Josh Ornelas

Gwen Darcy: Mylissa Zelechowski

Octavia Ember: Claire Hogan

Video Game Announcer: Gray G. Haddock

Ciel Soleil: Yssa Badiola

Salesman: César Altagracia

Woman: Kate Warner

Man: Robert Reynolds

Large Man: Alex Leonard

Inn Keeper: Joe MacDonald

Crying Child Illusion: Maggie Tominey

Amber: Laura Bailey

Paramedic: Jon Risinger

Atlas Security Guard: Jonathan Floyd

Haven Tourist: Robert Reynolds

News Reporter: Tyler Coe

Broadcast Op: Cole Gallian

Warning Announcer: Kate Warner

Atlas Ship Captain: Travis Willingham

Blue Three: Andrea Caprotti

Mayor: Mike McFarland

Blacksmith: Christopher Guerrero

Dying Huntsman: Alejandro Saab

Captain: Bruce Carey

Reporter 01: Tyler Coe

Reporter 02: Amber Lee Connors

Reporter 03: Jason Douglas

Crew Member 1: Yunhao Zhang

First Mate: Derrek Ziegler

Crew Member 2: Chris Kokkinos

Oscar’s Aunt: Marissa Lenti

Higanbana Waitress: Kim Newman

Businessman: Scott Frerichs

Businesswoman: Amber Lee Connors

Henry Marigold: Alejandro Saab

Angry Businessman: Nick Landis

Waiter: Kyler Smith

Trophy Wife: Felecia Angelle

Husband: Chris Kokkinos

An Ren: Dawn M. Bennett

Lie Ren (young): Apphia Yu

Young Blacksmith: Connor Pickens

Tall Boy: Scott Frerichs

Short Boy: Marissa Lenti

Medium Boy: Amber Lee Connors

Li Ren: Kaiji Tang

Nora Valkyrie (young): Kristen McGuire

Mistral Pilot: Stan Lewis

Atlas Pilot: Richard Norman

Train Announcer: Alena Lecorchick

Mistral Pilot: Reina Scully

Menagerie Guard: Gio Coutinho

Bartender: Zane Rutledge

Shay D. Mann: Clifford Chapin

Sienna Khan: Monica Rial

Bandit One: Chris Kokkinos

Saber Rodentia: William Ball

Bandit Two: Billy B. Burson III

Worried Mother: Victoria Holden

Mata: Scott Frerichs

Yuma: Nick Landis

Ramen Shop Owner: Nick Landis

Small Girl: Emily Fajardo

Trifa: Emily Fajardo

Menagerie Guard 1: Stan Lewis

Menagerie Guard 2: Jenn K. Tidwell

Faunus 01: Willem W. Keetell

Faunus 02: Ariel LaCroix

Young Faunus Woman: Christine Stuckart

Older Faunus Man: Patrick Rodriguez

White Fang Members: Luis “Paco” Vazquez and 2 others

Willem W. Keetell

Jenn K. Tidwell

Mistral Police Captain: Jamie Smith

White Fang Guards: Christine Stuckart and 2 others

César Altagracia

Connor Pickens

Dee: Alex Mai

Dudley: Christopher Guerrero

Mistral Woman: Lauren Aptekar

Newscaster: Ethan Marler

Body Guard: Jenn K. Tidwell

Frightened Man: Richard Norman

Eldest Daughter: Jenn K. Tidwell

Youngest Daughter: Lauren Aptekar

Tock: Ruth Urquhart

Adrian Cotta-Arc: Lucella Wren Clary

Nubuck Guards: Kyle Phillips

Red Haired Woman: Jen Brown

Terminal Soldier: Connor Pickens

Argus Air Control: Danzer Koehler

Manta Two-Two: Noël Wiggins

Manta Three-Four: Dalton Allen

Manta Two-One: Melanie Stern

Manta Two-Four: Joe Clary

Atlas Air Traffic Female: Alena Lecorchick

Drunk Mann: Joel Mann

Drinking Buddy: Dustin Matthews

Forest: Eric Baudour

Pilots: Billy B. Burson III and 1 other

Todd Womack

Fria: Luci Christian

Newscaster: Scott Morgan

Mantle Citizen: Kirk Johnson

Mantle Patrol: Quentin Holtz

News Broadcaster: Kyle Taylor

AK-200 Driver: Ed Whetstone

Patrol: Connor Pickens

Waiters: Kirk Johnson and 1 other

Christine Stuckart

Female Dinner Guest: Lauren Aptekar

Councilman Sleet: Chad James

Councilwoman Camilla: Anairis Quiñones

Mantle Child: Brooke Olson

Citizens: Quentin Holtz and 5 others

Nikita Steele

Nicholas Swift

Jenn K. Tidwell

Alena Lecorchick

Ed Whetstone

Manta Team Delta: Richard Norman

Atlas Pilots: Ed Whetstone and 1 other

Alena Lecorchick

Atlas Commander: Zoe Terhune and 1 other

Kate Daigler

Atlas Technician: Alena Lecorchick

Reporter: Nick Schwartz

Mother: Jenn K. Tidwell

Disgruntled Grandmother: Christine Stuckart

Fiona’s Uncle: Gus Sorola

Crimson: César Altagracia

Mechanical Voice: Andrea Ratsos

Operator: Nick Schwartz

Madame: Linda Leonard

Step-Sisters: Amanda Lee

Rhodes: Christian Young

Commanders: Billy B. Burson III and 2 others

Kdin Jenzen

Zack Watkins

Child: Alexia Cruz

Father: Matthew Cruz

Computer Terminal: Alanah Pearce

Atlas Officer: Billy B. Burson III

CCT Voice: Jackie Izawa

Civilian: Chris Demarais

Summer Rose: Morgan Lauré Garrett

The Bird: Richard Norman

Mouse: Brendan Blaber

Mouse Leader: Jamie Battle

Townsperson: Jamie Battle

Toy Soldiers: Nick Cramer and 4 others

Billy B. Burson III

Kdin Jenzen

Cody Hawkins

Michael Malconian

Toy Guard: Brendan Blaber

White Pawns: Brandan Blaber and 3 others

Billy B. Burson III

Jamie Battle

Michael Malconian

Hawker: César Altagracia

Teapot Lady: Kdin Jenzen

Blue Paper Pleaser: Connor Pickens

Yellow Paper Pleaser: Dalton Allen

Green Paper Pleaser: Dustin Matthews

Red Paper Pleaser: Paula Decanini

Purple Paper Pleaser: Yssa Badiola

Genial Gem: Paula Decanini

Alyx: Shara Kirby

Vacuan 1: Eddy Rivas

Vacuan 2: Melinda Bonifay

ADDITIONAL VOICES

Austin Hardwicke

Blaine Gibson

Daniel Fabelo

Dustin Matthews

Harley Dwortz

Jeff Yohn

Kris McMeans

Kristina Nguyen

Luis “Paco” Vazquez

Maggie Tominey

Megan Castro

Shane Newville

Sheena Duquette

Stefanie Hardy

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Last evening the self-described “most transparent administration ever” released the JFK files on the National Archives website, except that instead of the 8,000 documents, only 1,000 were actually “declassified.”

The most damning documents were conveniently and unsurprisingly omitted, while many important pages remained redacted; for example:

Perhaps the single most viral page of this truncated declass making all of the social media rounds pertained to a man named Gary Underhill, who performed “special assignments” for the CIA. The day after the assassination Underhill went around blaming the CIA for JFK’s murder, and just six months later he was found dead. Of course, his death was ruled a “suicide,” despite being shot behind the left ear even though he was right-handed.

It comes as little surprise that former CIA Director Pompeo wanted this specific document to be kept secret, except that this document was never secret, because it appeared in an article written by William Turner entitled “The Inquest” and was published way back in 1967 in Ramparts Magazine; to wit:

So, redactions and docs that were in the public domain for decades was what was released by the Trump administration. Perhaps the very same three-letter agencies that did recently refused to release the Epstein pedo files to AG Pam Bondi are continuing to hoodwink Trump & Co. with these JFK docs, and yet during his first term Trump explicitly told Judge Napolitano that despite promising to release the JFK files, what was contained in them was far too incriminating to ever share with the American people.

Or maybe because the same agencies responsible for assassinating JFK almost did the same to Trump, and he decided to finally declass everything?

CIA assassinations certainly do rhyme:

Here is what we know for certain:

Lyndon Johnson and the CIA were 100% behind JFK’s assassination:

Recently, Alex Jones was given secret recordings of LBJ’s partners-in-crime discussing JFK’s assassination, which further corroborates some of the players really behind this premeditated Deep State operation.

And the patsy…

…that was known to be an extremely poor marksman:

Some additional color on the “lone gunman:”

And the irrefutable evidence that Oswald could have never worked alone was purposely left missing in this “declass;” to wit:

And we know that the Bush Senior was also involved in the CIA’s assassination of Kennedy.

Bush Senior “couldn’t recall” where he was during the JFK assassination, although that very day he was in Dallas. For his involvement in this Deep State coup d'état, he was later promoted as CIA Director from 1976-1977 which served as an important milestone in the continuance of the Bush Crime Syndicate’s crime spree. (Bush Senior selected both Clinton and Obama for their respective roles as POTUS.)

Which brings us to the single biggest bombshell of all that was previously covered by this Substack in the following article…

DECENTRALIZED MEDICINE BOMBSHELL: Nazis, Mobsters, The Intelligence Industrial Complex & The "Vaccine" Induced Turbo Cancer Epidemic

2nd Smartest Guy in the World

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October 31, 2024

Dear readers, a word of caution is in order: this article is going to be an incredibly deep and terrifying descent into the proverbial rabbit hole.

Read full story

…was also deliberately left out of this bogus JFK “declass” dump:

And now prepare to have your minds completely blown:

SMOKING GUN IN JFK FILES CIA tried to coverup the connection between alleged JFK assassin Lee Harvey Oswald and his killer Jack Ruby, who claimed he was injected in prison by a shot of cancer cells, that Oswald just so happened to be working on with the CIA in New Orleans, to assassinate Fidel Castro. On May 6, 1964, Assistant FBI Director Alan Belmont was interviewed, and on page 27 of a 473 page report, he was asked about this connection. Where are the other pages to this report? Was this question ever answered? (Link to document in first comment) We explored this subject in our film Kill Shot and discovered not only was there a completely separate CIA bioweapon program Lee Harvey Oswald was employed in prior to the JFK assassination, but they weaponized SV40 in this project, to cause cancer-on-demand in enemies, and it ended up in the covid-19 vaccinations! Was Jack Ruby indeed killed by this weapon, like he told Dallas Deputy Sheriff Al Maddox? And has this CIA cancer weapon been used other times also? Watch the untold story of Lee Harvey Oswald and Jack Ruby in this video below: Source: https://archives.gov/files/research/jfk/releases/2025/0318/104-10423-10337.pdf Source

Readers of this Substack appreciate just how calculated the addition of the SV40 promotor sequence was to the C19 Modified mRNA poison “vaccines:”

CATASTROPHIC BOMBSHELL: First Ever Definitive Proof That Pfizer's COVID "Vaccine" Integrates Into The Human Genome

2nd Smartest Guy in the World

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December 6, 2024

The genetic sequence found in Pfizer’s Modified mRNA slow kill bioweapon “vaccine” integrates into the human genome, and now all future “vaccinated” generations are genetically modified, as well as their offspring.

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From bioweapons deployed against the CIA’s very own assassins to their political targets to the very same bioweapons being used against all Americans during the height of the PSYOP-19 scamdemic, what we may now conclude without a shadow of a doubt is that the entire murderous Intelligence Industrial Complex is utterly out of control and must be splintered into a thousand pieces once and for all.

And just how the COVID-19 operation was a military-grade psyop, so too was JFK’s assassination coverup also one great big psyop; in fact, the term “conspiracy theory” which was weaponized against anyone daring to question the “pandemic” and associated gene altering and spike protein producing “vaccines” was literally invented by the CIA and disseminated by their Mockingbird MSM on the very day they murdered the 35th President of the United States.

Which is precisely why the powers that be will never ever truly declassify their most odious and darkest secrets...

Do NOT comply.