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Blood Diamonds: The Luxury That Bleeds

A diamond has long been a symbol of love, success, and timeless beauty. Gleaming on engagement rings, nestled in velvet boxes, or gracing red carpet events, it is marketed as forever. But for millions, the story behind that sparkle is darker than any shadow it reflects.

Blood diamonds—or conflict diamonds—are more than just illicit stones mined in war zones. They are fragments of trauma, extracted from the depths of violence, corruption, and exploitation. For decades, rebel groups in countries like Sierra Leone and Angola turned diamonds into weapons, using them to finance brutal wars. Civilians were maimed, enslaved, and killed. Entire communities were destroyed so that a handful of stones could be traded for guns and power.

This is the chilling paradox of luxury: that something so beautiful can come from such unimaginable horror.

In 2003, the world responded with the Kimberley Process, a certification system designed to keep blood diamonds out of the global market. But like many well-intentioned systems, it suffers from loopholes. The definition of a “conflict diamond” is narrow, applying only to stones that directly fund rebel warfare against legitimate governments. It does not cover diamonds mined by corrupt regimes, those extracted with child labor, or those linked to environmental devastation.

As such, diamonds continue to circulate that are tainted not by war, but by systemic injustice—a quieter, more acceptable form of violence that hides behind bureaucracy and profit margins.

The modern consumer is waking up. In an era of increasing transparency, ethical sourcing is no longer a niche concern—it is a demand. Alternatives like lab-grown diamonds or stones from certified conflict-free regions (such as Canada) offer a path forward. But the burden cannot fall solely on consumers. Jewelers, corporations, and governments must bear the weight of ensuring that what they sell does not come at the cost of blood and suffering.

Ultimately, the problem of blood diamonds is not just about precious stones—it is about the structures that allow suffering to be hidden behind shine, about the cost of luxury in a world that too often forgets the invisible hands that build it.

To wear a diamond ethically is not just to know where it came from, but to care deeply about who paid the true price for its brilliance.

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Diamantes de Sangre: El Lujo que Sangra

Durante mucho tiempo, un diamante ha sido símbolo de amor, éxito y belleza atemporal. Brillando en anillos de compromiso, envuelto en cajas de terciopelo o adornando eventos de alfombra roja, se vende como algo eterno. Pero para millones, la historia detrás de ese brillo es más oscura que cualquier sombra que refleje.

Los diamantes de sangre —o diamantes de conflicto— son más que simples piedras extraídas ilícitamente en zonas de guerra. Son fragmentos de trauma, extraídos de las profundidades de la violencia, la corrupción y la explotación. Durante décadas, grupos rebeldes en países como Sierra Leona y Angola convirtieron los diamantes en armas, utilizándolos para financiar guerras brutales. Civiles fueron mutilados, esclavizados y asesinados. Comunidades enteras fueron destruidas para poder intercambiar un puñado de piedras por armas y poder.

Esta es la escalofriante paradoja del lujo: que algo tan hermoso pueda surgir de un horror tan inimaginable.

En 2003, el mundo respondió con el Proceso de Kimberley, un sistema de certificación diseñado para mantener los diamantes de sangre fuera del mercado global. Sin embargo, como muchos sistemas bienintencionados, sufre de lagunas legales.

La definición de "diamante de conflicto" es limitada y se aplica únicamente a las piedras que financian directamente la guerra rebelde contra gobiernos legítimos. No incluye los diamantes extraídos por regímenes corruptos, los extraídos con trabajo infantil ni los vinculados a la devastación ambiental.

De esta manera, siguen circulando diamantes contaminados no por la guerra, sino por la injusticia sistémica: una forma de violencia más discreta y aceptable que se esconde tras la burocracia y los márgenes de ganancia.

El consumidor moderno está despertando. En una era de creciente transparencia, el abastecimiento ético ya no es una preocupación de nicho, sino una demanda. Alternativas como los diamantes cultivados en laboratorios o las piedras procedentes de regiones certificadas como libres de conflictos (como Canadá) ofrecen una vía de avance. Pero la responsabilidad no puede recaer únicamente en los consumidores. Joyeros, corporaciones y gobiernos deben asumir la responsabilidad de garantizar que lo que venden no se haga a costa de sangre y sufrimiento.

En definitiva, el problema de los diamantes de sangre no se limita a las piedras preciosas, sino a las estructuras que permiten ocultar el sufrimiento tras el brillo, al coste del lujo en un mundo que, con demasiada frecuencia, olvida las manos invisibles que lo construyen.

Llevar un diamante de forma ética no se trata solo de saber de dónde proviene, sino de preocuparse profundamente por quién pagó el verdadero precio por su brillo.

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Perrito Chapter 3: Position - Lalo Salamanca/FTM Reader (NSFW!)

your first 24 hours on the job. you're starting to adjust to daily life as lalo's puppy, though there's a feeling of dread that you can't quite shake. tags/warnings: oral sex, vaginal sex, petplay, humiliation/degradation, exhibitionism, stalking, non-consensual body modification, gaslighting, psychological abuse, intoxication (weed and cocaine) anatomical terms: cunt/hole, t-dick word count: 9,139 (most normal lalo stan) ao3 link author's notes: we're so back (in all /srsness thank y'all for supporting me these past few months as i have been Going Through It. i promise the next chapter will not take this long) como siempre no soy un hablante nativo pero estoy aprendiendo. entonces por favor corríjame si se encuentra algo de errores :3

This was not the first morning you woke up feeling like a complete and utter dumbass.

And it probably wouldn’t be the last. 

Though as you prodded the bruise on the underside of your bicep, you struggled to think of a time that you’d fucked up even half this bad. 

The only thing that came close was the day you got arrested. You remember it in flashes. First, you were in the passenger seat of a car, nothing fancy. You couldn’t recall if it was a Honda or a Hyundai, but you were never much of a car person anyway. Whatever it was, it was blue, and parked in a seedy alleyway. You had your mouth on a cock, one of many you’d taken before, thinking about what you’d get for lunch after this. Anything that would get the taste of cherry-flavored condom out of your mouth. Suddenly, there was a knock on the window, and you and your client were dragged out of the car by two nosy officers. Handcuffed, bent over the hood, and trying your hardest not to cry, one of them patted you down, and reached into one of the small pockets in your denim booty shorts.

“Yep. Cocaine. So now we can add possession of a schedule two narcotic to your charges.”

Just your fucking luck. That morning, a client had given you an 8-ball in exchange for a discounted blowjob. It would’ve been cheaper to just pay your normal rate, but he said he was trying to kick the stuff and it was just collecting dust in his possession. You had no interest in trying coke for yourself, but you figured you could sell it pretty easily. After all, what’s one illegal trade versus another? Plus, the guy had said it was high quality. Allegedly, it was the good shit from Mexico. 

Mexico. 

Maybe it was Salamanca product. 

Maybe Lalo had been controlling your life for longer than you thought. 

The next thing you remember was crying in the interrogation room. 

You’d refused to talk to the pigs, as you should’ve. You weren’t that stupid. You knew nothing good would come of it. They could just lie and say whatever asinine thing they felt like to get you to snitch on yourself.

“We just want to know what happened, kid.” Bullshit. 

“We’re trying to help you.” No you’re not. 

“Cry all you want, but you got yourself into this mess. If you talk to us, we can find a way to get you out of it.” Fuck. You. 

Blubbering, choking on snot and tears, more scared than you’d ever been in your entire life, you stood your ground.

“I’m… *sniff* I’m invoke- invoking my… *sniff* right to remain s-silent and my right- *sniff* right to c-counsel… P-P-Please…” Breathe. Just breathe. In, then out. Innn, ouuut… Okay. You’re okay. You can do this. What’s the next line? “P-Please provide me with an attorney.”

To their credit, they did. The next person you spoke to was a public defender, a guy in his 40s who looked like he hadn’t slept in days. You remember what he said when he saw you.

“Oh jeez, you poor kid. Hey, hey. It’s gonna be okay. Please, please don’t cry. I, uh… I think I got some napkins you can use.” He’d opened his disheveled briefcase and handed you some thin fast-food napkins. As you mopped up your misery, he took out a pen and paper, and sat down across from you. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. Also, he was a sympathetic crier, so he didn’t want to make things harder for himself. “My name’s Jimmy. I’m gonna be your lawyer. Can you tell me your name, bud?” 

Jimmy tried. He really did. But the best deal he could get for you was 6 months. You remember the look of sadness on his face when he told you that you’d be going to prison. You broke down, sobbing violently into your palms. You heard his voice crack under your heavy burden. 

“I know… I know, kid. I’m sorry. Just let it out.”

“I’m gonna die in there… I’m gonna die…”

“No, no, no! No, you’re not! Keep your head up, okay? 6 months will be over before you know it.”

“No, you don’t understand…”

You came out to him, and his face contorted in horror when he realized what you’d be subjected to. Jimmy felt like the worst lawyer in the world; he somehow managed to get a client the death penalty for prostitution and a few grams of coke. He had never felt so fucking guilty. At least he gave great hugs. 

The cops who did your strip search did not. 

Your memory got hazy from this point. You dissociated through the entire intake process, mindlessly following directions. Stand here, turn, turn, face forward. Walk. Stand here. Take your clothes off, oh dear god. Run your fingers through your hair. Open your mouth. Squat. Cough. Put your new clothes on. Take your stuff. Go to your cell. You were lucky to not have a cellmate assigned yet. You could spend your first few hours of incarceration crying in your bed alone.

At lunch, you went to the shower, and the rest was history. 

And a few weeks later, you were laying in a luxurious bed, waking up well-rested from the amazing sex you were being paid $10,000 a week to have. 

And you had a microchip in your arm. 

This wasn’t post-nut clarity; this was post-nut psychosis. No, post-nut divine revelation, like God himself had come down from Heaven just to call you a braindead dipshit who should’ve seen this coming. Like the 2nd-generation cartel boss that paid you to live in his house and drain his balls wouldn’t find a way to track you wherever you went, dumbass? What were you thinking, huh? Are you fucking stupid? Huh? Are you? Are you stupid?

Probably.

You probably were stupid.

But you definitely were hungry, and hell, Lalo promised you breakfast once you woke up and came down to the kitchen. If there really was a microchip in your arm, it wasn’t exactly going anywhere. You might as well enjoy the perks of your situation, of which there were many. Maybe a full stomach would empty your head.

Having completed your morning routine in Lalo’s master bathroom, you threw on some casual clothes, stared at the dog collar your reflection wore, and headed downstairs to the kitchen, where Lalo was eagerly waiting for you, with an apron tied taut around his slutty little waist. 

He gasped in delight when you finally graced him with your presence. “¡Buenos días, perrito! (Good morning, doggy!)” He ran up to you and gave you a warm, tight hug, one that could’ve lulled you right back to sleep if he kept it up for long enough, especially with such soothing puppytalk. “Ay, mi chiquito lindo, te quiero muuucho. Te quiero, te quiero. (Ay, my cute little boy, I love you so muuuch. I love you, I love you.)” But instead, he eventually broke the hug to kiss your forehead and pat you on the shoulder. “You sleep okay?”

You slept fine, but waking up was another story, a story that you didn’t tell. “Yeah, I’m good.” You yawned and stretched once he let you go. “That bed is super comfortable. Way better than what I’m used to.”

“Well, get used to it! It’s definitely a step up for you. Good for your back too.” Lalo laughed, patted you once more, and opened up some of the kitchen cabinets. He kept talking as he grabbed a frying pan and some mixing bowls. “Now that you’re up, I thought we could cook breakfast together. You down?”

“Yeah! Sure. I’d like that. I’m hungry.”

“Figured you would be. I gave you quite the workout last night, huh?” Lalo winked at you over his shoulder as he started to position everything on the counter. When he turned his back to you, you couldn’t help but ogle his ass in those insultingly tight jeans he always wore. “Can you do me a favor, actually? Can you grab the eggs and chorizo from the fridge? Should be on the second shelf.”

His question took a second to finish buffering in your distracted mind. “Hm? Oh, yeah! I gotcha.”

You walked over to the fridge and opened the double doors. It was bigger than the fridge you’d had at your apartment in Albuquerque. A lot bigger. Your eyes scanned the fully stocked second shelf, searching for what you had been instructed to find.

Your back to him was the perfect opportunity to strike. Lalo snuck up behind you, snaked his arms under your armpits, and clipped the leash to your collar. Thank god you hadn’t grabbed the eggs yet, because he yanked the leash back and knocked you off your balance.

“¡Siéntate! (Sit!)”

You turned around and dropped to your knees, looking up at Lalo with a face of pure confusion, which he found incredibly amusing.

“What? What are you looking so surprised for?” He reached over you to shut the fridge. “On-call means on-call, puppy! That means if I need you, you gotta be ready for me, yeah? Any time, any place.”

Right. That was what you signed up for. You just went expecting it to be so… sudden. “Okay, yeah, sorry, I just thought that-“

“Ch.”

What? What the fuck did he just do? It was like he shushed you, but it was a ch rather than a sh. Sharper, and with a more distinct bite to it, like a threat. It shocked you into silence, which is exactly what he wanted.

“Good boy.” Lalo balled the slack of the leash in his fist and crouched down to your eye level. “Now, you gonna be quiet? You gonna be a good doggy and do what you’re told?”

Son of a bitch. You really were his dog. The puppytalk, the headpats, the commands, the microchip. His commitment to the bit was honestly impressive. You nodded, ready to listen.

Lalo smiled and tousled your hair, recreating the bedhead you’d so carefully combed away. You would have been annoyed if it didn’t come with some intoxicating praise. “Good boy! Such a good boy! Who’s a good boy? You are! Yes you are! You’re a good boy!”

His sweet words soothed your mind. You could feel your thoughts, reason, your very humanity melting away with each strand of your hair curled around his fingers, each repetition of “good boy” that left his lips and emigrated to your ears. Degrading? Yes, but that was part of the fun. It was nice to not have to think for yourself. You could just close your eyes, sit back, relax, and let yourself be spoiled. Lalo would take very good care of his dog.

Lalo could see the transformation, the shift from person to puppy at the very second you stopped thinking. Having you exactly how he wanted you, he smoothed your hair out to something almost as tidy as you’d had it before. “That’s it… Good boy… Good doggy…” To snap you out of your daze, he snapped his fingers in front of your face. “¡Ay! Mírame. Look at me, puppy.”

You did as you were told, gazing up at Lalo as he stood upright and let the chain leash jingle as the excess fell from his hand.

“Good boy.” Lalo held his hand out for you. “Shake. Dame la pata.”

Assuming a dog wouldn’t have the same dexterity for a handshake as a human would, you laid your limp-wristed hand in his, and let him grab it and shake it.

That was the right move. “Perfect! Good boy!” He let go of your hand and you placed it back on your thighs alongside the other. “Habla. Speak.”

You’d learned your lesson last night, and told him what he wanted to hear. “Woof woof!”

“Ha! Aw man, I never get tired of hearing that.” Lalo’s hand found its way to your hair again and he asked, “Good boy! You want a treat? You want a treat, boy?”

You weren’t entirely sure what a treat would be in this context, but you guessed it’d be something good. You nodded once more, accepting whatever blessing he would bestow upon you.

Lalo’s smile dropped, “I need to hear you, puppy. I need to hear you if you want your treat. C’mon,” and pulled the leash hard enough to gag you a little, “Speak!”

“Woof! Woof, woof!”

“Gooood boy.” Lalo purred and slipped the leash’s handle onto his wrist. Now having both hands free, he went to untie the apron and unfasten his belt. 

Should’ve seen that coming. You thought to yourself, though your self-contained sarcasm went out the window once his cock was out. You’d seen it a bunch by now, but it never failed to make you drool. You licked your lips in preparation. 

Lalo slooowly pumped himself in front of you, watching you squirm anxiously. His foreskin retracted and slid back so easily, and the overhead kitchen lights illuminated the single drop of precum leaking from his slit. It felt like ages before he finally said to you, “Come get your treat, doggy.”

And your mouth was on him in a flash, an instinctual response to a simple command. You were so well trained. Such a good dog. You reached up to squeeze his ass and push him further down your throat. Even with your mouth plugged with cock, you found yourself moaning in pleasure. 

Your voice vibrating his shaft inspired Lalo to speak up, through a deep, rich groan. “Ooh, yeah, that’s it… That’s a good puppy. I almost think you enjoy this more than I do!”

Possibly, but with how obnoxiously loud he was moaning, you thought it was pretty balanced. You pulled his cock out of your mouth to spit all over the tip and spread it down. Once you’d soaked his entire length, you lifted it up to slurp on his balls. 

 “Yeah, yeah, there you go… Good doggy. Good-“ Lalo went still and unnaturally stiff for a second. Then, he started laughing. Hard. 

You pulled back to check on him. “Uh… you good?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m good. Just…” Lalo braced himself against the fridge to catch his breath, “Just thought of something funny is all. Y’know… dog playing with a ball? Fetch, boy!”

As stupid as it was, you couldn’t help but laugh, too, though you only got 3 or 4 “ha”s out of your system before Lalo yanked the leash and impaled your mouth with his cock. 

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Lalo’s spontaneity was definitely something you’d have to get used to. His ability to make you laugh, drop your guard, and then sneak up on you meant that you could never truly relax around him. But hey, that’s what you’re getting paid for, right? Plus, it’s kind of a thrill to be taken by surprise. You continued to service him, wet and sloppy, spit seeping down your face, until another sound stalled the scene: your stomach growling. Loudly.

But Lalo didn’t mind. In fact, he thought it was cute. “Oh, pobrecito (poor thing), was that you? You’re hungry, huh, boy? Well the sooner you get me off, the sooner we can cook, okay? Here…” He held onto you tightly by your hair and began thrusting into your throat. “I’ll help you speed things up.”

You gripped his thighs to brace yourself, knowing exactly what he meant by that.

Lalo fucked your throat with reckless abandon, savoring all the obscene gawkgawkgawk type sounds it made. His breath shuddered as he neared his peak. “Ay, te pinche puto, oh… Oh, sí, como eso. Buen chico. Qué- ngh… Qué buen chico-oh, mierda, estoy… Estoy cerca… Voy a venir… Voy a venir en tu boca de puto… ¡Carajo! (Ay, you fucking slut, oh… Oh, yeah, like that. Good boy. What- ngh… What a good boy-oh, shit, I’m so… I’m so close… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum in your whore mouth… Fuck!)”

And once more you were shoved all the way down. Your nose nestled into Lalo’s bush as he ejaculated down your throat. Without any options otherwise, you quickly swallowed it all. You didn’t get to taste his cum, but the feeling of his aching cock throbbing on your tongue was delicious in and of itself. 

When he was finally empty, Lalo sighed and pulled you off. You coughed as the oxygen rushed you, forcing down the last few drops of his cum. The both of you were disheveled, sweaty, flushed-face messes. What a way to start the day.

“There. Little snack to hold you over before we cook, right?” Lalo tucked himself back into place and unclipped the leash from your collar, signaling that your job was done. He gave you a warm smile and finger combed your hair back into place. “Good boy! Oh, that was good. C’mere. Lemme help you up.” He extended his hand for you to take, lifting you up onto two legs. You were a person once more. Now you could think rather than feel, and speak rather than bark. “You alright? You did great. As usual.”

You chuckled, the warm and fuzzy feeling of puppymode still lingering behind. You were in no rush to let it pass, anyway. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Thanks. Glad you liked it.”

“Good!” Lalo was back to his normal, energetic self. He grabbed his apron, clapped you on the shoulder, and said, “Now, go get me the eggs and chorizo.” 

And with that, he strutted back to the counter, business as usual.

You would definitely have to get used to his spontaneity.

…

Breakfast was delicious, so much so that you wondered why he bothered having Yolanda cook at all. Oh well, not your place to judge. His cooking was phenomenal, but maybe hers would have you exploring a different plane of consciousness. After breakfast, Lalo saw it fitting to give you a proper tour of the house.

“Okay, so, you’ve seen the living room, the kitchen, and the master bedroom. There’s a couple more bedrooms downstairs, at the other side of the house. One of them is Yolanda’s, and another is Cecilio’s. The rest are for guests. There’s 2 more bathrooms down that way, too.”

“Mm, okay, got it.” You nodded, making a mental map of where everyone was in the house, though you noticed a pretty substantial gap. “What about all the guards?”

“Oh, they kinda have their own base outside. Makes it easier for them cause they gotta wake each other up to switch shifts. I’ll show you in a bit.”

Honestly, for a cartel boss’s estate, you weren’t expecting it to feel so… homey. Your vision of a drug lord’s mansion was something akin to a fever dream that you’d have after bingewatching MTV Cribs. Everything either marble or gold-plated, 15 Lamborghinis in the garage, and a pet tiger that somehow has its own Lamborghini. But no, Lalo’s place was decorated like people actually lived here. Barring the concrete gate topped with barbed wire, it was like any other family hacienda. Though instead of multiple generations of one family, it was just Lalo and his staff: his cook, his gardener, his guards…

And of course, his dog.

You tried to ignore that nagging feeling under your bicep as Lalo walked you up to a bookshelf. “And so this, oh, you’re gonna love this, just watch.” 

One of the books caught your attention. It was bright red, and its spine said “Hiding in Plain Sight by S. P. Onaj”. How clever. Actually, it was clever, because he reached for a plain-looking blue book on the shelf below it. He pulled it back, and the bookshelf opened like a door, revealing a dimly lit staircase heading downward.

“By the way, pulling that red one sounds an alarm. Just in case any intruder thinks they’ve got me all figured out. Made it obvious on purpose.” Lalo winked at you. “So! Guess what’s down there.”

“Is it a sex dungeon?”

Lalo froze, his facial expression that of bewilderment. You’d got it in one. He didn’t know whether to be annoyed or impressed. “What gave it away?”

You shrugged. “I mean, you’re rich and kinky enough to hire a live-in sex puppy, I’m assuming you’d have your own dungeon. Plus, why else would you be showing it to me?”

“Fair point.” Lalo shook his head and chuckled. “Since you wanna be a smartass, though, I’m not taking you down there now.” He shut the bookshelf door, and the ominous staircase was gone, as if it was never there.

“Aw, boo.” You pouted. “Just cause I guessed it right, you’re not gonna show me?”

“No, I actually gotta run out in a little while, and I’m not gonna show you until I have enough time to give you an extensive tour.” Lalo smirked. “There’s a lot down there. Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.” He leaned down and brushed your hair away from your ear, making sure his whispered words hit you dead-on. “There’s so many fun things I can do to you, puppy.”

Before you could even whine, grovel, bitch, or moan, Lalo slipped right past you and beckoned you forward. “Alright! Now, I’mma show you outside. C’mere, boy!”

What a fucking tease. You thought, rolling your eyes and following behind him. He held the backdoor open for you to step onto the patio, but before your other foot left the threshold, Lalo grabbed you.

“Hey! What the-”

You were stopped mid-sentence by the sound of jingling metal. 

The leash.

Lalo had clipped it to your collar again and led you onto the patio, like it was the most casual fucking thing in the world, and he didn’t just accost you into a near chokehold. No warning, no red flag, nothing. You didn’t even hear the damn leash before it was on you. You were stunned. “Were you just keeping that in your pocket this whole time?”

“Well, yeah. Where else would it be?” He stepped out in front of you and pulled the chain. “Sit. And don’t talk ‘til I say so.”

You let your snarky comments simmer on the backburner and did as you were told, dropping to your knees on the patio. You felt a slight tinge of embarrassment as you took in your surroundings: the golden midday sunlight, the warm air, the sounds of birds and a lawnmower running. Oh, god, is he gonna make you blow him out here? Out in the open? Well, you’d done worse. You’d even done worse with him, but the spontaneity was gonna stop your heart one day.

Lalo gave you more of those cloyingly sweet headpats. “Good boy. Good boy. There you go, that’s it. Just relax. Shh, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. Be a good puppy. Be a good puppy for Don Eduardo.”

You gradually synced to his rhythm. He’d ambush you with the leash, then coax you into pupspace with petting and praise. Once you were warmed up, you’d do whatever he wanted. It was easier to adjust the second time around.

And as predicted, your master gave you a firm pull of the leash and an even firmer command. “Cuatro patas. All fours, c’mon.”

You shuffled onto your hands and knees, waiting for your next order. But it didn’t come. Instead, Lalo just started walking, expecting you to follow suit. But you didn’t. You were mortified by what he was implying. 

When you didn’t move with him, he turned around and glared down at you. “What? I can’t take my dog for a walk?” Lalo clicked his tongue and yanked the leash. “Come.”

What was usually your favorite command to hear was now suddenly your least favorite. Lalo was going to have you crawl on your hands and knees, through the grass and dirt, in broad daylight for anyone to see. You kept your head down, staring at the blades of grass that stained your palms and knees green. You weren’t listening to Lalo’s tour.

Knowing damn well he was talking to himself, Lalo still pointed out every landmark that you passed, the first one being right ahead of you. “Pool’s right here. It’s heated, just in case you were wondering. And at night, the lights change color. It’s really pretty. Been thinking about getting a bar out here, too.”

As you approached the perimeter of the pool, the cool grass turned to burning tile. You winced and hissed in pain as your bare palms touched the hot surface. “Ah! Shit…”

To your surprise, Lalo actually showed some concern for your situation. “Too hot?”

You grit your teeth and grimaced, still not looking up at him. “Mhm…”

“Here, c’mon, stand up,” He tugged the leash up, “Two legs.”

You hopped up onto your feet, grateful that you were allowed to keep your skin from melting off your hands. You went to brush yourself off, but Lalo grabbed your wrists.

“Let me see.” He checked your palms for any injuries, and finding that you were alright, released you. “Okay, good. Vamos (Let’s go).”

You walked like a person past the edge of the pool, yet once you stepped onto softer ground, you felt a pull of the leash.

“Cuatro patas (All fours).”

And you were back to walking like a dog, hanging your head in shame as you were paraded around the ranch. 

Lalo kept blabbing about whatever building you passed by, his garage, the guards’ house, the shed. You still weren’t listening. You barely even looked up. You were more intently focused on how the beads of sweat dripped off your face and onto the grass below you. And even though the sun wasn’t directly shining down on them, your cheeks had never felt hotter. This was a level of degradation that you did not expect to come with this job. What was he even getting out of this anyway? Did he like showing you off? Having you jump through hoops? Making you whore yourself out to him and debase yourself for his amusement? Was this even getting him off, or was it just for shits and giggles? And why so heavy on the dog motif? And why was there a fucking microchip in your arm?!

Your mind kept repeating one phrase, one sacred mantra that pushed the bad thoughts away and helped you keep going, one paw after another: $10,000 a week. $10,000 a week. $10,000 a week. 

As you kept internally chanting your mantra, a loud voice derailed your train of thought, and to your shock and horror, it wasn’t Lalo’s.

“¡Patrón! (Boss!)”

Your neck snapped up, shifting your gaze from the ground to the gardener, Cecilio. You hadn’t exchanged more than a wave when you met, and now here you were, being walked on all fours in front of this nice old man. You had never felt so thoroughly humiliated. All you wanted to do was dig yourself a nice little hole to die in, but that’d just make his job harder. It’d be rude of you to mess up his meticulous groundskeeping. Maybe if you asked him nicely, he’d simply bludgeon you to death with a shovel instead.

Lalo waved at him and shouted back. “¡Cecilio! ¿Qué tal? (What’s up?)” He dragged you behind him as he approached his landscaper. “Un buen día para dar una vueltecita, ¿verdad? (Nice day for a little walk, right?)” He knelt down on the grass and ruffled your hair with the same informality as petting an actual dog, one that didn’t understand the abstract concept of embarrassment. “¿Necesitas algo? (Need something?)”

Much to your surprise and relief, Cecilio didn’t seem at all fazed by the spectacle in front of him. He didn’t even acknowledge you. “Sólo tengo una preguntita. ¿Usted quería los arbustos altos como estos o más bien como los en frente? (I just have a quick question. Did you want the bushes tall like this or more like the ones out front?)” He asked, gesturing to a tall shrub that had a stepladder beside it. 

Lalo hummed and scratched behind your ears as he thought about it. “Hmm… Pienso que como ellos están ahora está bien. Déjalos altos. (Hmm… I think how they are now is fine. Leave them tall.)” 

You couldn’t understand much of the conservation; it had gone by too quickly for you to translate. What you could understand was how nice his hands felt, how they scratched every itch you didn’t even know you had. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Now knowing that Cecilio didn’t care, you were able to relax. You sighed and leaned into Lalo’s patronizing touch.

“Pero… ¿qué piensas, perrito? (But… what do you think, doggy?)” He yanked the chain leash hard to get your attention. “¡Habla! (Speak!)”

And your base instincts reacted quicker than your brain. He’d trained you well. “Woof!” you barked. Upon realizing what you just did, you blushed and pressed your face into him, attempting to hide from Cecilio.

“Oh, good boy. That’s my good boy.” He kissed your forehead before he stood up, and tugged the leash to get you on all fours again.”Come on, puppy. Let’s get you back inside.” And as he walked you toward the house, he called out behind him. “¡Bien hecho, Cecilio! ¡Sigue así! (Good job, Cecilio! Keep it up!)” 

Cecilio called back, “¡Sí, señor! ¡Gracias! (Yes, sir! Thank you!)”

Lalo took you back to the house, again letting you walk on two legs past the pool. You started to crouch down once you made it onto the grass, but he stopped you.

“Nah, that’s okay. You’re done for now.” He unclipped the leash from your collar and stuffed it back in his pocket. “How was that? You okay?”

“Yeah, uh… I’m fine.” You replied, brushing the grass off your knees and pondering what the fuck you just did. “Just, uh… Was that, like…” You didn’t even know where to begin, but your most pressing concern was the mental well-being of the innocent bystander. “That wasn’t weird for him, right?”

“What, Cecilio? Nah.” Lalo waved off your concerns. “He’s fine. Listen, everybody here just does their job and minds their own business. No one’s gonna say anything about you doing yours. And if they do, you tell me. Okay?” 

That was actually reassuring. After all, it was just a job. You were just doing what you get paid for, same as everyone else. “Okay.”

“Good!” Lalo smiled, “So, I gotta run out for a while. Gotta handle some business stuff with a few of my guys. You remember Tuco?”

Thinking back to that one time he broke a dude’s nose in the prison cafeteria for spilling a soda on him, you answered, “How could I forget?” 

“Yeah, so it’s gonna be him and his buddy Ignacio. He’s cool. I’ll have to introduce you sometime.” Lalo went to grab his going out essentials that he left on the counter: his phone, his wallet, his keys, and a 9mm handgun. “You’ll probably be asleep by the time I get back, but if you’re not, I’ll be outside on the patio. Just in case you get lonely. Oh, and feel free to help yourself to anything in the kitchen.” Having everything he needed, he gave you a tight hug and a smooch goodbye on your forehead. “Be a good puppy while I’m gone, okay?”

You giggled playfully. “I will. See ya!”

…

The rest of your day was uneventful without Lalo around. You wandered around the house looking for ways to keep yourself entertained. Part of you thought about sneaking down into the alleged sex dungeon he had, but you decided against it. You didn’t want to 1.) spoil the surprise, and 2.) trip any unexpected alarms or booby traps without him to guide you through them. Instead, you went for a dip in his pool, made yourself something to eat, and took a shower before bed.

During your shower, you dragged the soap across the underside of your bruised arm, wincing when you felt the skin roll over the microchip like how a tire does to a speed bump. There was definitely something under there. There had to be. You could feel it. It was a tiny stick, about an inch long. You could even jostle it around with your fingers. No bruise or vaccination moved like that. And it all made sense, too. Why else would the doctor have to numb you? Why else would he make sure you had your eyes closed when he stuck you? “This is how we do it in Mexico.” Bullshit.

Unfortunately, Lalo did not have any medical books in his possession, nothing that would reveal his tricks. So, all you had to go on was the injection site. All you could do is poke and prod at it helplessly as you laid in his bed, wide awake.

At least the bed was comfortable.

If you had to be kept prisoner somewhere, this was definitely a step up from MDC Albuquerque.

That’s what he was doing, right? Keeping you prisoner. Why microchip you if not? You could rationalize that this was a job; you’d be free to quit any time you want. But that was wishful thinking. As if you’d ever be allowed back to civilian life knowing what you know. Putting in your 2 weeks notice would probably result in Lalo calling in the doctor to put you down. That’s what happens when dogs bite.

No. No. Stop thinking like that. Stop thinking in general. Just go to sleep! Just go to sleep. It’s not that difficult, right? You do it every night! Here, let’s count some sheep. Maybe that’ll do the trick. 

A sheep jumps over the fence. Baa! One. 

Another sheep jumps over the fence. Baa! Two. 

Another sheep jumps over the fence. There’s a microchip in your arm. 

“Goddamnit!” You grabbed one of the spare pillows by your head, screamed into it, and tossed it onto the floor. Having finished with your brief temper tantrum, you stared up at the ceiling, tense, wide-eyed, and fully cognizant. You sighed. You weren’t going to sleep anytime soon. 

Though you probably knew someone who was in the same boat. Someone who you knew would be good company. 

No. No, no, no. Do not go out to him. You cannot be dependent on him emotionally, too. Physically and financially is more than enough. You catch feelings, and that’s how Stockholm syndrome starts.

…

Then again, does anyone know when they have Stockholm syndrome? Is it like anxiety or depression, where you’re aware of your symptoms and yet they persist no matter how many times some asshole tells you to just try yoga? Or is it more like addiction, where you can rationalize anything to avoid facing the problem that you refuse to accept? 

…

Fuck it.

You tiptoed downstairs and out the back door, and sure enough, Lalo was outside on the patio, right where he said he’d be, sitting by the firepit. On the table next to him was a rolling tray, and on the tray you saw a jar, a lighter, and a hemp wrapper. Next to the rolling tray was an ashtray, a tiny golden tool that looked like a shovel for ants, and a baggie of white powder. In his hands, he was twisting a grinder. When he saw you out of the corner of his eye, he perked up. 

“Hey, puppy. What’re you doing up? You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just couldn’t sleep…” You rubbed your eyes and yawned. “Can I join you?”

Lalo’s smile radiated the same warmth as the fire pit. “I’d like that. Could probably use the company.” 

You approached the chair adjacent to him, when Lalo raised his hand to stop you. 

“No, no, no.” He slapped his thigh and wiggled his eyebrows. “Right here. Best place for a lapdog, right?”

Unable to argue with that airtight logic, you sat down on his lap and settled in. Lalo hooked his arms around you, kissed your temple, and said “See? You fit right in. Good boy.”

You hummed contentedly and leaned back against his chest as he continued to grind what you hoped was weed. You glanced over at the table and asked, “You rolling a blunt?”

“Yep. You want some? It’s indica. Helps me relax.”

“Sure, thanks.” You sat in silence for a moment until he reached towards the table. He took the jar and lighter off the tray and set them aside, next to the bag of what was probably cocaine. No harm in asking, right? He must have had it out for a reason. “So, uh… is that coke?”

“Yeah. I’m not letting you have any, though, so don’t ask. Especially if you’re trying to sleep. It’s the last thing you need.” Lalo’s voice was tender, but firm. You knew better than to question him on that. It seemed like a hard rule. 

“That’s fine. Wasn’t gonna anyway.” There was a drop in the conversation, until you thought of a way to pick it back up. “So, like… do you do it often?”

Lalo unscrewed the second chamber to the grinder and dumped the weed on the rolling tray. “I guess you could say I do it more than most people, but I don’t always use it to get high. Most of the time, I just do little bumps to keep me awake.”

Granted, you didn’t have any experience with actually trying coke, but you didn’t think you could do it so casually. You’d always thought of it as an extreme thing, something you do lines upon lines of and have either the best or worst night of your life. But no, Lalo was calm and collected, as usual. You never would have guessed if it wasn’t just chilling on the table next to you. Next to that weird little shovel. “What’s that for?”

“What, the spoon? Oh, it just measures a bump for you. Here, watch.” He set the grinder down and picked up the coke and the spoon. He cracked open the baggie and dug the spoon in, retrieving a tiny little pile of coke. “See? Just a little bit.” He brought it up to his nostril and sniffed up the powder. His face crinkled up, and then he exhaled. “And that’s it!” He closed the bag and set it and the spoon aside, sniffling up the trace amounts stuck inside his nose. “That’s all you need to keep you up.”

“Interesting…” You pondered, having gained a new perspective on cocaine. Still, that couldn’t be healthy, right? Why not just, y’know, go the fuck to sleep? “Why, uh… Why do you wanna stay awake?”

“Couple of reasons.” Lalo replied, leaning over you to roll the blunt. “First, sleeping is a waste of time. I got more important things I could be doing. You’re supposed to sleep, what, like 8 hours a day? That’s one third of your life you miss out on. ‘S too much.” His calloused fingers curled the hemp wrapper around the weed so dexterously, like a true professional. You’d expect nothing less from a cartel boss. He probably had decades of practice. “I’m lucky, though. I don’t really need much sleep. I’m good with just an hour or two.”

“Mm.” You concurred in as few words as possible. None, actually. You weren’t cosigning the delusional things he said, just acknowledging that you were listening.

“Second, sleeping means you’re vulnerable. That’s something my tío taught me. People can ambush you in your sleep, and you won’t see it coming. They got a head start if you’re knocked out. That’s why you wanna be up as much as possible. Don’t let them get you.”

The most normal advice to give your nephew. You didn’t want to think about what his childhood must have been like, growing up with lessons like that. You answered with a noncommittal “Ah, gotcha.”

Lalo licked the edge of the blunt to seal it, then flicked the lighter. He singed the tip and took a big puff, blowing out a pretty decent cloud. He sighed, then said, “Your turn,” and the blunt was passed to you.

“Thanks.” You graciously accepted the blunt and took one puff, then another, and passed it back to him. Having both hands free, you scratched your neck absentmindedly, just above your collar. 

You didn’t notice what you were doing, but Lalo did. After taking his hit, he set the blunt down on the ashtray. “Let me get that for you.” Before you could ask what he was getting for you, he unhooked your collar and set it on the table. It wasn’t asphyxiating you by any means, but the fresh air on your neck was a shock to your system. You’d forgotten you were wearing it. It just felt so natural.

“Wait, but… aren’t I supposed to keep it on?”

Lalo’s voice was rich and sweet, honey sticking to the sides of your brain. “I tell you when to have it on, I can tell you when to take it off, can’t I?” One of his hands caressed your bare neck, and you whimpered at the feeling of something besides leather. “And besides… not everything has to be about work, right?”

“Right, yeah… Thanks…”

“Of course. I care about you, y’know.” He picked up the blunt and brought it to your lips. “Take another hit for me.”

You wrapped your lips around the blunt and inhaled until Lalo pulled it away. You coughed, just a tiny bit, and he was there to pat you on the back.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay, puppy. You’re okay.” He cooed, gently stroking your hair. He then brought the blunt to his own lips, took a hit, and blew out the smoke. “Sooo, how was your first day? You like it here?”

The weed was starting to cloud your mind. It took you a moment to realize you were just asked a question. “Huh? Oh! Yeah! Yeah, it was…” Your mind stalled, trying to string some words together as you relaxed into his body. “Mmm, it was good…”

“Yeah?” Lalo chuckled. “I’m glad to hear that.” He reached over you to ash the blunt. “What was your favorite part?” He relit the blunt, took a quick puff, and passed the baton to you. 

You didn’t even have to think about your answer. It was instantaneous. “Blowing you in the kitchen, obviously.” You took your hit and handed it back to him. 

“Ah, yeah, I figured. I can tell you really put your heart and soul into it.” He tousled your hair for the 400th time today, and said “Such a good little slut.” He took a long drag and let the smoke drift lazily out of his mouth. “Did you like being walked?”

Looking back on it through hotboxed windows, you did enjoy the exhibition. How vulnerable and open you felt, How Lalo, no, your master Don Eduardo, clicked his tongue at you and told you to walk, and you crawled through dirt to please him. It was kinda hot in retrospect. “Yeah… Hm…” You tapped the unlit end of the blunt against your lips and thought it over, trying to do your duty as a sub and give feedback. “I think, like… I was a bit nervous at first, ‘cause I was worried about getting caught. But I mean, if Cecilio didn’t care, it’s not really a big deal, then, I guess.” You gave the blunt to your boss. 

He took a hit, and asked “Would you do it again?” 

You took your hit, “I think so.”

“Okay, good. Good to know.” Lalo put the blunt out in the tray and squeezed you tight against him. “You feel high yet? This is strong stuff, baby boy.” 

He was right. It was some strong stuff. A drug lord wouldn’t half ass his weed. None of that pussy bullshit from a medical dispensary that gives you the most limp-wristed handjob of a high so you can fall asleep without nightmares for once. This was a heavy, soul-crushing indica, the kind that has you couchlocked for hours and makes a Crunchwrap Supreme taste like the pinnacle of humanity’s achievements. Taking the time to pause between hits meant that you could actually feel yourself getting high, as if the weed was somehow catching up to you. As if for the past 5 minutes, you two had just been pumping a balloon full of helium, and now you could watch it fly away. Half the blunt was left, but your brain cells were already sizzling away one by one. His big, strong hands rubbed your shoulders, jiggling your limp body around.

And his pinky finger nudged your microchip bruise. 

You locked up. Going from warm and fuzzy to tense and cold at the drop of a hat. You had no words you could use. You were an animal, reduced to base instinct. Panic. Panic. Panic. 

Lalo could feel it. “Hey. You okay?”

Now having been asked another question, you switched from animal instinct to robot programming. What just happened? What did you feel just now? How do we approach this question? You came up with this as a plausible response: “Did you feel that?”

“Feel what?”

Feel what? What did he feel? What was it that triggered your rigid demeanor? You stared off into the distance, dissociating into the program, and lifted your arm. “There’s a stick in my arm.”

“A stick?” 

His tone was unclockable. 

No need to panic. Just tell him what happened. “There’s a stick. In my arm. I just felt you move it.”

“What… right here?” His thumb tapped the bruise dead-on. Bullseye. 

“Yes. Right there. I can feel it moving. Push down on it.”

Lalo did as you requested, digging his thumb into your inflamed skin. He nudged it back and forth, jostling the microchip around. 

“There.” You said, no humanity or warmth to your tone. Purely indicative facts. “It’s moving.” And a simple question. “Do you feel that?”

Lalo pulled his thumb away and sighed. “Honey, I don’t feel anything moving. It just feels like a normal bruise to me.” He hugged you close and gave you a tender kiss, just above your ear. “Maybe��� Maybe just give it a few days for the swelling to go down? If it’s still bothering you in a few days, we can call Dr. Cruz to look at it.” He caressed your shoulder. “You’ll be okay. I wouldn’t worry about it, baby…”

“Okay…” You sighed. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was just swelling. Maybe it was just a normal tetanus shot. Maybe the stick you thought you felt was just your latent regret manifesting into somatic delusions. Maybe your body was trying to trick you. Maybe it couldn’t accept how lucky you were, and it was trying to give you a reason to doubt this whole arrangement. 

Or, maybe there really was a microchip in your arm. 

You tried not to think about it. You didn’t have to try very hard. The weed made it easy to forget.

And besides, Lalo’s touch was giving you plenty to focus on. 

“You smell so nice, puppy…” He dotted kisses along your now accessible neck. “I was hoping you’d come out here… Share this blunt with me…” He snuck his hands up your shirt and pinched your nipples. “It’s such a great body high, isn’t it?” 

“Yeahhh…” You mewed softly as he rolled the sensitive buds between his fingers.

“You want more?”

“Mhm…” 

“More what?” Another kiss was planted on your neck. “More of the blunt, or more of me?”

“...B-Both.”

“Both? Aww, haha… So needy…” Lalo slid one of his hands out of your shirt to grab the blunt and the lighter for you. When he gave them to you, he said, “My kinda man…” 

Your clumsy fingers fiddled with the lighter, taking a few tries to get a good burn going. When you had it, you inhaled it, and Lalo started sucking marks into your neck. You choked on a moan and coughed out smoke. “Ahck! *cough* *cough* Oh… oh, fuuuck…”

“You’re okay, puppy. You’re okay.” He took the blunt from you. You whined, but he shut that down quickly. “No, no. You can have it back in a second. Take your clothes off first.”

You panted and nodded, trying to translate his direction into action. “Ah… Okay… okay…” He helped you tug your shirt off over your head and toss it aside. Now, you just had your pajama shorts.

“Can you stand up?”

“I… I think so… Lemme…”

Considering that you stumbled the second your feet touched the patio tile, no you could not. Thankfully, Lalo was there to catch you.

“I gotcha, I gotcha.” He held you up by your waist and slid your shorts down to your ankles, and you stepped out of them with his guidance. “Good boy.” He kissed you again on your temple as he undid his belt. “You wanna ride me?”

And here you were again, a warm, fuzzy, happy, high, dumb little puppy. No need for thoughts. No need for words. Just instinct. Just do what you feel. And right now, you felt like that was the best fucking idea anyone had ever come up with. Your stupid little doggybrain responded with “Uh huh…”

“Good boy…” You heard the telltale sound of denim bunching up as Lalo tugged his jeans down below his cock. He quickly stroked himself up with one hand, keeping you steady with the other. “I’m gonna sit down. Then you get on my lap with your back to me, just like before, okay?”

“Okayyy…”

Lalo took his seat and spread his legs. “That’s a good doggy.”

Without looking behind you, you backed yourself up into his lap, holding your lips open to find him. Eventually, his tip poked your hole. Jackpot. And with that, you sunk down, letting him fill you to the brim. “Ohhh, oh my gahh-ah!” 

He held you in place, shushing you and talking you through it. “Shh, shh shh shh, take it. Take it. Take it.”

And you did, you took it so well. He bottomed out, and you babbled, “Mmmm, iss so deeeep…” 

“I know, right? You’re so tight, baby boy. You always are.” He grabbed the blunt, lit it, and hit it as you purred nonsensically, squeaking when his cock would throb and send a pulse through your whole body.

“Mmm… ah! Ngh…”

“Take your time, puppy. I’ll follow your lead.” He put the blunt between your fingers and kissed your hand. “You’re in control.”

What? You’re in control? Since when? Wasn’t the whole point of this arrangement that you were not in control? Oh well, you weren’t one to squander an opportunity like this. You took a puff for courage and held it between your teeth. With all the strength you could muster, you gripped the sides of the lounge chair, hoisted yourself up, and then slammed back down. You did it again, and again, establishing a rough, relentless pace. You were gonna take him for a ride.

And although you were in control this time, you were still the whiny little bitch you always were, especially when Lalo grabbed your hips and began guiding your movements. You took the blunt out of your mouth to let your moans . “Mm! Ah! Ah, gah! Oh my g-god! F-Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me-e-e!”

Lalo growled some words of encouragement. “Goooood boy. Oh, you’re doing so good. C’mon. Just like that.”

Having a flashback to the night before, you remembered what you were supposed to call him at times like this: his title.“Ohhh, Don Eduardooo-oh!”

“No, no. Just Lalo. Just Lalo. You’re not-ngh…” He grunted. “You’re not working, baby. Just call me Lalo.”

You were grateful for that. It was certainly easier to say over and over again. It rolled off your tongue so nicely, though the rest of your words were starting to slur. “Lalo! Lalo! Lalo! Ohhh, fuuuck, La-lo… I’m… I’m’onna cuuum… I’m’onna cum, Lalooo…”

Lalo nuzzled his face into your neck, humming and kissing your bare skin as he pleased. “Mmmm, that’s okay, puppy. Go ahead. You can cum.”

Now more motivated and more riled up than you had ever been before, you frantically bounced on his cock, determined to find and feel your release.

“Yesyesyesyes, fuck! Fuck!!!”

You squirted hard enough to push him out of you, completely drenching both your laps and even seeping through the lounge chair. A noticeable puddle had formed on the tile below you, but neither of you cared. 

Well, neither of you cared about that, at least. Lalo had other concerns. “Aww, you kickin’ me out, baby?” He asked teasingly as he lined his cock up with your unacceptably empty cunt. “That’s not nice.”

You started to apologize, but the words got caught in your throat as he sunk you back down onto his shaft. “I’m s-sorry… I’m so-ohhh, fuuuu-ah, y-yesss…”

“Shh, sh, sh, don’t worry. Oh, there we go...” He grabbed your hips and stroked his cock with your person, now chasing his own climax. “You’re being so good for me, baby…”

“Mmm, thank youuu…” You whined. 

“I’m-mm, I’m getting close, baby boy. Hah… ah… You want it inside? All nice and warm for you, yeah? You want me to fill you up?”

“Y-Yeeeah, f-fucking fill me uuup… fuuuck…”

“Okay, baby. I got you. I’ll fill you up.” Digging his nails into your handlebar hips, Lalo huffed and gasped as he thrust up into you. His balls slapped against your t-dick, making you scream as his hips moved faster, rougher, meaner, until they went still. He let out a primal groan and slid his arms up to your chest, pressing your body to his as he unloaded inside, rambling some sweet nonsense in his native tongue. “Mmm, buen chico… Qué buen chico… Mi chiquito lindooo… (Mmm, good boy... What a good boy… My little boy’s so cuuute…)”

It was serene. Peaceful. The most gorgeous night one could ask for. The fire pit was crackling. The crickets were chirping. The cum inside you was warm and fulfilling. It was honestly breathtaking. Sure, some strong weed and an even stronger orgasm could make any night seem beautiful, but no matter. It was beautiful nonetheless. A perfect end to your first full day. And if every day were to end like this, you’d be more than happy to keep them coming.

You both panted heavily as you gazed up at the stars in reverie, high out of your minds. It felt like eons before one of you broke the silence, and it wasn’t you.

“Let’s get you to bed, okay?”

[dafnyx]

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-Proshipers, y otros.

-NSFW.

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-sexua*ización exagerada del personaje o personajes.

❌Todo proyecto que destaque estos temas, será ignorado. (No me gusta nada este lado).

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-No pasa nada si no queréis hacer fanarts de mi OC, no estáis obligados queridos!!

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💛It will be very loved by the creator!!💛

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-It's okay if you don't want to make fanart of my OC, you're not obligated my dear!!!

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Stock Market Timings in India – Opening & Closing Hours

What is Stock Market Timings in India?

When people first think of the stock market, they usually imagine flashing green and red tickers, men in suits shouting across a trading floor, or screens filled with complex graphs. But have you ever wondered exactly when this exciting world comes to life each day in India? Or maybe you've thought about how traders, both human and algorithmic, plan their day around these market hours.

Whether you’re a beginner, a curious observer, or someone ready to make your first trade, knowing the stock market timings in India is the foundation of smart trading. And if you're stepping into the world of modern trading, we’ll also explore how algo trading fits into this timing, and what the best software for trading in India is to help you stay ahead of the game.

Discover what time stock market open in India, algo trading in India, and the best software for trading in India for smarter investing decisions.

Introduction to Indian Stock Market Timings

The Indian stock market is like a buzzing marketplace, but with digital boards, numbers instead of vegetables, and rupees flowing through cyberspace. Just like any marketplace, it opens and closes at specific hours.

And just like you wouldn’t show up to a movie after it ends, you don’t want to miss crucial hours in the stock market—especially when timing can literally mean money.

What Time Stock Market Open in India?

This is the most Googled question for any Indian trading beginner—and for a good reason!

The stock market in India opens at 9:15 AM and closes at 3:30 PM, Monday to Friday, except on market holidays.

These timings are followed by two major stock exchanges in India:

NSE (National Stock Exchange)

BSE (Bombay Stock Exchange)

Key Hours:

Opening Time: 9:15 AM

Closing Time: 3:30 PM

Knowing this is crucial whether you're placing manual trades or relying on algo trading bots. Think of it like a cricket match—you can’t score runs if you show up after the last over.

Pre-Opening Session: What Happens Before the Bell?

Before the official market opens at 9:15 AM, there’s a pre-open session from 9:00 AM to 9:15 AM.

Here's what goes down:

9:00 AM to 9:08 AM: Orders can be placed, modified, or canceled.

9:08 AM to 9:12 AM: Orders are matched, and equilibrium price is set.

9:12 AM to 9:15 AM: Buffer period—no activity, waiting for normal market to begin.

 This session is critical for volatile stocks and IPOs, as initial price discovery happens here.

Normal Market Hours Explained

This is when the real trading action happens—from 9:15 AM to 3:30 PM.

During this time:

You can buy or sell stocks.

Prices change in real-time.

Trading volume is at its peak.

 This is the main battlefield for both retail and institutional investors, where algo trading in India also kicks into high gear.

Post-Closing Session: What Happens After Hours?

After 3:30 PM, the market isn't dead. It just slows down for some cool-down operations.

3:40 PM to 4:00 PM is the post-close session, where:

Trades are allowed based on the closing price.

It’s useful for mutual funds, bulk deals, or late-position balancing.

It’s like the calm after the storm—a time to reassess, not to take risky trades.

Stock Market Holidays in India

The market doesn’t open on:

Weekends (Saturday & Sunday)

National holidays like Republic Day, Diwali, Holi, Independence Day, etc.

Every year, SEBI and exchanges release a holiday list. If you're into algo trading or use trading software, set your calendars accordingly to avoid execution errors.

How Timings Affect Retail and Institutional Investors

Retail investors typically trade during normal hours, but big players like mutual funds or FIIs often prefer the opening or closing slots for bulk trades.

🧠 Fun Fact: Most market volatility happens in the first and last 30 minutes of the trading day.

So, timing your trades is not just about “when to click buy”—it’s about strategy.

Importance of Timings for Algo Trading in India

In algo trading in India, milliseconds matter. These bots operate based on market data and time-sensitive instructions.

If the market opens at 9:15 AM, algos are ready by 9:14:59—literally a heartbeat before.

They analyze price movements.

Execute trades faster than any human.

Benefit from low-latency environments set around market hours.

Hence, any delay or ignorance of timings can cause missed opportunities or losses.

Best Software for Trading in India: Top Picks

Choosing the best software for trading in India is like choosing the right engine for your car. It powers your strategy.

Here are top platforms:

Quanttrix

 ✅ Perfect for algorithmic traders ✅ Easy strategy builder ✅ Live market data integration (Highly recommended if you want to automate trades.)

Upstox Pro

Fast execution, sleek design, and low brokerage.

Angel One SmartAPI

Great for coders who want to build custom algo setups.

Dhan

User-friendly and powerful for both manual and automated traders.

If you’re serious about algo trading in India, software like Quanttrix makes automation accessible, even without heavy coding skills.

Intraday vs. Delivery Trading Timings

Intraday trading has to be squared off before 3:15 PM. If you forget, your broker will auto-square it, sometimes at a loss.

Delivery trading lets you hold stocks long-term. You just need to buy before 3:30 PM.

Key takeaway: Intraday = short-term → strict timing Delivery = long-term → flexible holding

Commodity Market vs. Stock Market Timings

Many think they’re the same. They're not.

Stock Market: 9:15 AM – 3:30 PM

Commodity Market (MCX):

Morning: 9:00 AM – 5:00 PM

Evening: 5:00 PM – 11:30 PM (sometimes 11:55 PM)

So if you miss one market, the other might still be open!

Why Timings Matter for Global Investors

India’s market interacts with the world. US markets open at 7 PM IST. So:

Indian markets react to global events the next morning.

Timing trades around Fed meetings or global news is vital.

Tips for New Traders to Make the Most of Market Hours

Plan before 9:15 AM (Use pre-market analysis tools)

Avoid trading in the first 15 minutes unless you're confident

Use software with real-time alerts like Quanttrix or Kite

Monitor closing trends after 3:00 PM for next-day cues

Do’s and Don’ts During Trading Hours

Do’s ✅ Monitor the market open and close ✅ Use algo systems for speed and precision ✅ Use stop-loss always

Don’ts ❌ Don’t panic trade ❌ Don’t rely on tips without research ❌ Don’t place trades during server maintenance times

Conclusion: Timing Is Everything in Trading

The Indian stock market doesn’t just follow the clock—it beats to a rhythm. Understanding this rhythm—when to trade, when to wait, when to exit—makes all the difference between profit and loss.

Whether you're just starting out or stepping into algo trading platform, respecting market timings is your first rule of success. And with powerful platforms like Quanttrix, even complex strategies become doable.

Because in trading, just like in life—timing isn’t everything; it’s the only thing.

FAQs

What time stock market open in India? The Indian stock market opens at 9:15 AM and closes at 3:30 PM, Monday to Friday.

Can I place orders before the market opens? Yes, during the pre-open session from 9:00 AM to 9:15 AM, you can place, modify, or cancel orders.

What is the best software for trading in India? Popular ones include Zerodha Kite, Upstox Pro, and Quanttrix, which is excellent for algo trading.

Is algo trading in India legal and profitable? Yes, it's legal and growing fast. Platforms like Quanttrix make it easier and more efficient.

Can I trade after 3:30 PM in India? No, regular stock market trading ends at 3:30 PM, but post-closing sessions allow some limited activity until 4:00 PM.

[robertldaltoniii]

there is not much to do but write about the foreseeable future it appears that since the 2000's the digital divide as its called has gotten larger and taxation and loophole avoidance has become even more common i say tax the revenue i say as soon as it comes in tax it then give them the rest so that no loophole or reinvestment scheme will be started do this on a global level this will need cooperation and communication this will be the only way forward if there is going to be a future of ubi, safety net, they will want to take more of it with data and the monetization of data the only way to get in the middle is start at the revenue this is i say the only way there is no other i have thought of this a great deal another thing that seems so strange to me is that the work here for a clerk or certain orginzations use this assesments and questioniers i find this dehumanizing the people are not numbers in times before you submitted a resume and someone either saw you or didnt they interviewed you, this was the assesment now its left to a computer to determine if you should even get an interview i can only fear what the future generations will have to go through if this is not legislated out more data more narrowing these tests can miss important qualities traits you can really only see in person we have thrown it all to the computer the rent $ they have found the algo the data i say to extort the people and make as much money as they can companies that use such technology and the algo will only get better technology should not be a tool for the elite to make more money of the poor or working class i say but only one exception the LLM a free LLM is beutiful thing i fear that companies will take advantage of users data in the case of ISP's selling data as well in our society like this our capitalism these companies will most likely be the things that keep things going we will need to have a real-time government tracking of jobs, types of jobs, and congress must be made a new they are slow and inefficient i say we are in space we must not keep referencing the old there is new here this age mirrors the industrial revolution and they did not sit back during that time you must also build throwing in the competition where there is none these affordable housing units concrete prefab this is the new war wage disparity and the divide will only get larger it will cost 100B it is needed rentable affordable units $500 the sun is there the big energy use it invest the times must shift or we will not be prepared we must sustain i feel we are in the last stages of capitalism trading will soon be automated our infrastructure hacked it is time we think of a new we can not play slow congress any longer it is a human issue i had made a great poster this morning one of the greatest i feel something that gets you inside to the heart against fat it reads: "YOUR REALITY ENDS UP CEASING, IN THE END SO LETS DO SOMETHING GOOD" it is an aim at altruism, top spur a slight existentialism at first but then not to leave you wondering what to do and so the lines read "to do something good" in regards to congress either people do not geniunly know this process is slow or they just dont care so i say we must get them to care this attempt to get people to remember the governemnt is for the people to step in when corperations abuse the people this is the way i look to the days the weeks and even months we must not play house we must really strive to rid greed we have no time for secrets of drugs or hookers we must build the people will tell you what they need i do not like to see the country hurting you look for it and you will find it i fear that we will have to rethink the whole set up without an accurate real time data of works or education we will spend time in sectors that change faster than aquiring the education

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Whether you’re new to trading or a seasoned pro, this tool offers precision, flexibility, and total control over your investments.

Benefits of Using SureShotFX Algo:

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How Effective is Crypto Algo Trading Bot in the Trading Journey

The cryptocurrency market is well-known for its volatility and quick price changes. Amidst this activity, crypto algo trading bots have appeared as effective tools for guiding the complexity of trading. These automated systems, driven by algorithms and advanced data analysis, offer the potential to improve trading efficiency and profitability. But how effective are they truly in a trader's journey?  

Comprehending Crypto Algo Trading Bots

Crypto algo trading bots are computer programs developed to perform trades automatically based on predefined parameters. They work on various strategies, from simple trend-following to complex arbitrage opportunities. These bots can analyze market data at sparky speed, recognizing patterns and executing trades exactly, often exceeding human capabilities.  

Key Advantages of Crypto Algo Trading Bots

Emotional detachment: One of the biggest advantages of algo trading is the elimination of human emotions. Fear and desire can often cloud judgment, leading to impulsive decisions. Bots operate in a pure sense, without emotional preferences, ensuring disciplined trading.  

Speed and efficiency: Humans have limitations in processing data and responding to market changes. Algo bots can execute trades in milliseconds, capitalizing on quick opportunities that humans might miss.  

All time function: The crypto market never sleeps. Algo bots can trade constantly, without the need for rest or breaks, maximizing potential profits.  

Backtesting and optimization: Before deploying a bot, traders can backtest its performance on recorded data to assess its significance. This allows for the optimization of trading strategies and risk management parameters.  

Diversification: Algo bots can manage numerous trading strategies simultaneously, diversifying risk and increasing the possibility for constant returns.

Impact and Success Stories

Multiple traders have reported significant benefits from using crypto algo trading bots. Some have achieved consistent profitability, outperforming manual trading strategies. These bots have been confirmed particularly effective in high-frequency trading, where speed is essential. Additionally, they can be valuable for arbitrage opportunities, using price differences across different exchanges.  

However, it's essential to recognize that not all algo trading bots are created equal. The point of a bot depends on several aspects, including the underlying trading method, the quality of data used, and the bot's ability to adjust to market conditions.

Challenges and Concerns

While the potential advantages of crypto algo trading bots are important, it's crucial to approach them with real expectations. Overfitting to historical data can lead to suboptimal performance in future market conditions.  

Moreover, developing and maintaining a good algo trading system requires specialized expertise and continuous monitoring. Traders should carefully evaluate the risks involved and consider their ability and help before launching into algo trading.  

Conclusion

Crypto algo trading bots have the prospect of being effective tools in a trader's journey. They offer advantages in terms of speed, efficiency, and emotional detachment. While not a guaranteed path to riches, they can significantly improve trading performance when used wisely.  

It's important to approach algo trading with a combination of confidence and notice. Thorough research, backtesting, and ongoing monitoring are essential for increasing the benefits and reducing risks. As with any investment, diversification is key. Combining algo trading with other strategies can help create a well-rounded investment portfolio.

In conclusion, crypto algo trading bots represent an exciting frontier in the world of trading. While challenges exist, the potential rewards are significant for those who approach this technology with knowledge and discipline.

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Algo trading | Tradingview algo trading | Algoji

In the dynamic world of financial markets, staying ahead of the curve requires the right tools and strategies. Algo trading, or algorithmic trading, has revolutionized the trading landscape by enabling traders to execute orders with speed and precision that surpasses human capabilities. TradingView, a leading platform for charting and analysis, further enhances the trading experience with its robust features. Combining the power of algo trading with TradingView, Algoji stands out as a premier solution for traders looking to optimize their strategies and achieve consistent success. In this blog, we will delve into the benefits of algo trading and TradingView, and how Algoji can help you master both.

Understanding Algo Trading

Algo trading involves using computer programs to execute trades based on predefined criteria. These algorithms analyze market data, identify trading opportunities, and execute trades at speeds that human traders cannot match. The main advantages of algo trading include:

Speed and Efficiency: Algorithms can execute trades in milliseconds, capturing opportunities that might be missed by manual trading.

Precision: Automated trading reduces human errors, ensuring that trades are executed exactly as intended.

Backtesting: Traders can test their strategies against historical data to refine and optimize their approach before going live.

Emotion-Free Trading: Algorithms follow predefined rules, eliminating emotional biases from trading decisions.

24/7 Trading: Algorithms can operate around the clock, ensuring continuous market engagement.

Why TradingView?

TradingView is renowned for its advanced charting capabilities, user-friendly interface, and a vibrant community of traders. Here’s why TradingView is a favorite among traders:

Comprehensive Charting Tools: TradingView offers a wide range of chart types, indicators, and drawing tools to help traders analyze market trends and make informed decisions.

Real-Time Data: Stay updated with real-time data and alerts, ensuring you never miss a trading opportunity.

Community and Collaboration: Engage with a global community of traders, share ideas, and gain insights from other experts.

Customization and Flexibility: Customize your trading charts and interface to suit your trading style and preferences.

Introducing Algoji: The Perfect Synergy of Algo Trading and TradingView

Algoji seamlessly integrates the power of algo trading with the advanced features of TradingView, providing traders with a comprehensive solution for optimizing their trading strategies. Here’s how Algoji can transform your trading experience:

1. Advanced Algorithm Development

Algoji offers an intuitive platform for developing sophisticated trading algorithms. With a wide range of technical indicators and customization options, you can create strategies tailored to your unique trading style. Whether you are a technical analyst or a quantitative trader, Algoji provides the flexibility and power you need.

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5. Comprehensive Support

Algoji’s dedicated support team is always ready to assist you. From onboarding to technical guidance, Algoji ensures you have all the resources you need to succeed in algo trading. The platform also offers educational resources and community engagement opportunities to enhance your trading knowledge and skills.

Getting Started with Algoji

Whether you’re new to algo trading or an experienced trader seeking advanced solutions, Algoji makes it easy to get started:

Sign Up: Create an account with Algoji and explore the platform’s features.

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Engage with the Community: Join Algoji’s community of traders, participate in educational events, and stay updated with industry trends to continuously improve your trading knowledge and skills.

Conclusion

In the competitive world of financial trading, having the right tools can make all the difference. Algoji, with its seamless integration of algo trading and TradingView, offers the advanced features, real-time insights, and comprehensive support you need to succeed. Whether you’re a seasoned trader or just starting, Algoji empowers you to harness the power of algorithmic trading and achieve your trading goals.

[stellato-17]

(Lat. Spanish) Bienvenid@s a mi blog! :D

❄ Pronombre/s: Ella (en inglés: She/Her)

🧭 Cumpleaños: 14/Julio

❄ Mis colores favoritos: Azul marino, blanco y negro

🧭 Nacionalidad: Mexicana 🇲🇽

❄ Idiomas: Español Latino... y algo de Inglés (por qué no? XD)

🧭 Hobbies:

- Escuchar música (Retro, Pop, Jazz, Swing, Rock, también Rock en Español, Lo-Fi, Soundtrack de videojuegos).

- Dibujar / Hacer Redraws (En digital o tradicional)

- Jugar videojuegos en mi Nintendo Switch Lite, en mi laptop o rara vez con mi Nintendo Advance SP.

- Pasear en cualquier ciudad, municipio... o a la playa.

- Tomar fotos panorámicas a diferente hora.

- Hacer manualidades

✅ Cosas que SOLAMENTE SÍ hago/haría:

- Art Trades

- Arte SFW (Tradicional o Digital)

- Crossovers

- Referencias

- Redraws

- Memes (especialmente de otras páginas)

- Videos / Reels (de lo que se me ocurran)

- Novedades random

- Comparto también cosas #SemiOffTopic y #OffTopic

- Arte original

Bueno, EN CORTO, todo lo que pongo, es lo que sí hago y me gusta, al igual con los fandoms que estoy actualmente.

🍀🌸He aquí mis redes sociales / Here are my social media:

🫐 Este / This Tumblr XD

🫐 Twitter (@Stellato1740 / Stellato 17)

🫐 Pinterest (@Stellato_17 / Stellato 17)

🫐 Wattpad (@Stellato-17 / Stellato-17)

🫐 Mi FC de Nintendo Switch solamente puedo pasarles al mensaje privado por si gustan agregarme y/o viceversa 😊 para no confundirnos.

🫐 Mi otra página (La Tripulación de Risky Boots :') hay otros 4 más conmigo, pero dejaron de postear a excepción mía que sigo en pie. Lo hago de vez en cuando).

💥Si quieren mandarme un mensajito para algún Art Trade, o alguna idea para dibujar, o para charlar un buen rato, o si serán nuev@s en alguna red social (de las mencionadas que agregué), no piensen tanto y adelante!!! (menos Pinterest)

Bueno, de momento eso es todo y, para l@s nuev@s seguidor@s, bienvenidos a mi blog!! 😄

(Eng) Welcome to my blog! :D

❄ Pronoun/s: She/Her

🎉Birthday: July 14th

❄ My favorite colors: Navy blue, white and black

🎉Nationality: Mexican 🇲🇽

❄ Languages: Latin Spanish... and some English (why not? XD)

🎉Hobbies:

- Listen to music (Retro, Pop, Jazz, Swing, Rock, also Rock in Spanish, Lo-Fi, Video game soundtrack).

- Draw / Make Redraws (Digital or traditional)

- Play video games on my Nintendo Switch Lite, on my laptop or rarely with my Nintendo Advance SP.

- Walk in any city, municipality... or to the beach.

- Take panoramic photos at different times.

- Crafts

✅ Things that I ONLY DO/would do:

- Art Trades

- SFW Art (Traditional or Digital)

- Crossovers

- References

- Redraws

- Memes (especially from other pages)

- Videos / Reels (whatever I can think of)

- Random news

- I also share #SemiOffTopic and #OffTopic things

- Original art- well, IN A NUTSHELL, everything I post is what I do and I like, just like the fandoms I'm currently in.

⚡ I can only send my Nintendo Switch FC to private message in case you want to add me and/or vice versa 😊 so as not to confuse us.

🎉 My another page (La Tripulación de Risky Boots :') there are 4 others with me, but they stopped posting except for me who's still standing. I do it from time to time.

💥 If you wanna send me a message for some Art Trade, or some idea to draw, or to chat for a good time, or if you are new to any social network (of the ones mentioned that I added), don't think so much and go ahead!!! (minus Pinterest)

Well, that's all for now and, for new followers, welcome to my blog!!! 😄

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[dollsonmain]

Washing my new pants and I've run into the same problem with EVERY pair of pants.

Too big in the waist, too tight in the hip.

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I discovered that Walgreen's is currently mired in an anti-discrimination lawsuit (specifically in California) and I do tick a bunch of the "equal-opportunity" boxes.

female

disabled

veteran

over 40

It's possible corporate's application algo flagged me as a diversity hire.

I've also learned that many, many stores are being closed. There are two Walgreen's, here, and two CVS. There used to be a Rite Aid but it was replaced by the second Walgreen's. Apparently CVS and Rite Aid are closing a lot of locations, too.

Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be a list online that I can look at to see if this store is being closed. That would be alright, really. I would have a few months of work and income, insurance for a little while, and then a totally neutral reason for no longer working there.

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That's kind of weird to me that stores are closing because stocks went down after being high during the height of the pandemic. They're probably still making more money than they did pre-pandemic but it's less than they were making during, so the stores are less valuable and closing, taking all those jobs with them.

Stocks are fucking weird, man.

Looking at the job description and it's basically Do Everything.

Responsibilities

Models and delivers a distinctive and delightful customer experience.

Registers sales on assigned cash register, provides customers with courteous, fair, friendly, and efficient checkout service.

Customer Experience

Engages customers and patients by greeting them and offering assistance with products and services. Resolves customer issues and answers questions to ensure a positive customer experience.

Models and shares customer service best practices with all team members to deliver a distinctive and delightful customer experience, including interpersonal habits (e.g., greeting, eye contact, courtesy, etc.) and Walgreens service traits (e.g., offering help proactively, identifying needs, servicing until satisfied, etc.).

Operations

Provides customers with courteous, friendly, fast, and efficient service.

Recommends items for sale to customer and recommends trade-up and/or companion items.

Registers customer purchases on assigned cash register, collects cash and distributes change as requested; processes voids, returns, rain checks, refunds, and exchanges as needed.

Keeps counters and shelves clean and well merchandised, takes inventory, and maintains records. Checks in and prices merchandise as required or as directed by store manager or communicated by the shift leader.

Implements Company asset protection procedures to identify and minimize profit loss.

Ensures compliance with state and local laws regarding regulated products (e.g., alcoholic beverages and tobacco products).

Constructs and maintains displays, including promotional, seasonal, super structures, and sale merchandise. Completes resets and revisions as directed.

Assists with separation of food items (e.g., raw foods from pre-cooked) and product placement as specified by policies/procedures (e.g., raw and frozen meats on bottom shelves). For consumable items, assists in stock rotation, using the first in, first out method and restock outs.

Has working knowledge of store systems and store equipment.

Provides customer service in the photo area, including digital passport photo service, poster print and creative machine, suggestive sell of promotional photo products.

Assumes web pick-up responsibilities (monitors orders in Picture Care Plus, fills orders (pick items), delivers orders to customers as they arrive at store).

Assists with exterior and interior maintenance by ensuring clean, neat, orderly store condition and appearance.

Complies with all company policies and procedures; maintains respectful relationships with coworkers.

Completes special assignments and other tasks as assigned.

Training & Personal Development

Attends training and completes PPLs requested by Manager or assigned by corporate.

Basic Qualifications

Must be fluent in reading, writing, and speaking English. (Except in Puerto Rico)

Requires willingness to work flexible schedule, including evenings and weekend hours

Preferred Qualifications

Prefer six months of experience in a retail environment.

Prefer to have prior work experience with Walgreens.

Prefer to be fluent in reading, writing, and speaking English. (Except in Puerto Rico)

Requires willingness to work flexible schedule, including evenings and weekend hours.

The following information is applicable for San Francisco, CA applicants: Pursuant to the San Francisco Fair Chance Ordinance, we will consider for employment qualified applicants with arrest and conviction records.

An Equal Opportunity Employer, including disability/veterans.

The actual compensation that you will be offered will depend on a variety of factors including geography, skills and abilities, education, experience and other relevant factors. This role will remain open until filled. To review benefits, please click here jobs.walgreens.com/benefits. If you are applying on a job board or unable to click on the link, please copy and paste this URL into your browser jobs.walgreens.com/benefits

[chouhatsumimi]

Words from Nukoduke, vol. 5, part 2

Words in bold are particularly relevant to the story, and words in italics seem like they’d be worth remembering outside the context of the manga. Bold and italic together means they’ve probably appeared somewhere in Nukoduke more than once. Kinda long list but it’s for a whole volume… actually it’s too long for tumblr, so splitting into three parts.

いけず unkind, mean, wicked 進展 しんてん progress, development / progreso, desarrollo 極まりない, 窮まりない, 極まり無い, 窮まり無い きわまりない extremely, in the extreme, knows no bounds (e.g. rudeness), unparalleled, boundless (e.g. universe, ocean), limitless / enormemente, tremendamente, infinitamente, sumamente 独り占め, 一人占め ひとりじめ monopolising, monopolizing, hogging, having all to oneself / monopolio 物騒 ぶっそう dangerous, unsettled, troubled, disturbed, insecure / peligroso, perturbado, inseguro 儀式 ぎしき ceremony, rite, ritual, service / ceremonia, rito, ritual, servicio むせ返る, 噎せ返る, 咽せ返る むせかえる to choke, to be choked (by), to sob convulsively 生け花, 生花, 活け花, 活花 いけばな, せいか ikebana, Japanese art of flower arrangement, fresh flower, natural flower / Ikebana, arreglo floral, arreglo de flores 春眠 しゅんみん deep sleep, sleep soundly 秘訣, 秘けつ, 秘決 ひけつ secret (method, trick, etc.), key (e.g. to success), mysteries (of an art, trade, etc.), recipe, trick / truco, secreto (para hacer algo) 強硬 きょうこう firm, strong, unbending, unyielding, uncompromising, stubborn, tough, hard-line / firme, inflexible まったり, マッタリ rich (taste), full-bodied (flavour, flavor), mellow, laid-back (lifestyle), relaxed, comfortable 自重 じちょう self-respect, prudence, not acting rashly, restraining oneself, taking care of oneself, being careful with one's health 熱烈 ねつれつ ardent, passionate, vehement / fogosidad, pasión, entusiasmo 達筆 たっぴつ good handwriting, skillful penmanship, speedy writing, vigorous writing / caligrafía 惨状 さんじょう disastrous scene, terrible spectacle / imagen deplorable, escena dantesca 咥える, 銜える, 啣える くわえる to hold in one's mouth / mantener en la boca 足掻く あがく to paw (at) the ground, to struggle (using one's arms and legs), to flounder, to flail about, to struggle (to escape an adverse situation), to strive, to make every effort / patalear 枠, 框 わく frame, framework, border, box, limit, restriction, quota, category, bracket, class, (broadcasting) slot, spool (of thread), reel / cerco, marco, límite, perímetro 悪気 わるぎ ill will, malice, evil intent / mala voluntad, malicia, mala intención, malos sentimientos, desconfianza, recelo 硬派 こうは hard-liners, diehards, hawks, (young) man with traditionally masculine interests, tough boy, man's man, hard news, reporter who covers political and economic affairs, strait-laced type (with respect to relationships), bullish traders 冷ややか, 冷やか ひややか cold, chilly, cool, cold (attitude, stare, etc.), frigid, indifferent, distant, surly, curt, composed, cool, calm / frío, indiferente 厳正 げんせい strict, rigid, exact, fair, impartial / imparcial, justo 審判 しんぱん, しんばん refereeing, trial, judgement, judgment, umpire, referee / árbitro, juez, arbitrar, juzgar 風説 ふうせつ rumor, rumour, gossip, hearsay 現代人 げんだいじん modern person, people of today 生ぬるい, 生温い なまぬるい lukewarm, tepid, half-hearted, vague, weak, lenient, mild, soft / tibio, frío (el interés), indiferente, tibio, indiferente 法則, 方則 ほうそく law, rule / ley, fundamento, principio ちゃっかり, チャッカリ shrewdly, smartly, calculatingly, astutely, cunningly

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