#PnP Control

[corrupcionenpr]

Junta deja claro que no se irá de Puerto Rico

En el vídeo de hoy el Profesor Angel Rosa analiza la advertencia de la Junta de Control Fiscal a la gobernadora de Puerto Rico Jenniffer González, de que el presupuesto que presentó a la Legislatura no está balanceado y no tiene su aprobación. Esa advertencia significa que el gobierno no cumple uno de los requisitos de la Ley PROMESA para irse. Es decir, la Junta no se va. ¿Cuál es plan de la gobernadora? ¿Conbatir a la Junta o colaborar? No te lo pierdas. También comenta cómo la mandataria dejó afuera de su mensaje un plan concreto para adelantar la estadidad (anexión). El Profesor te presenta, como nadie, los temas verdaderamente importantes sobre el futuro de Puerto Rico.

[alltheirdamn]

Rotten | cowboy!joel x f!reader

Part III

Summary: When it rains, it pours. You want to hate Joel so badly, but it’s so hard when he keeps fighting for what he wants. Rating: 18+ MDNI Word Count: 7.6k Warnings: No-Outbreak AU, heavy banter and arguing, brat taming, explicit language, mild violence, kissing (!!!), outdoor sex, fingering, orgasm denial, rough unprotected piv sex, squirting, choking, slapping, creampie, aftercare, a fuck ton of angst, a dash of fluff A/N: if you came for the smut, part 1&2 are always there for your enjoyment...but if you stayed for the angst and the ending they deserved, then this is for you. i'll never shy away from angst and the opportunity to deepen a story past pnp, so if you don't like it pls don't fucking bite it. anyway, a HUGE thank you to @lotusbxtch for helping me work this final part out, you are my partner in crime. and thank you @mermaidgirl30 for always screaming about these two with me <3 xoxo everyone, enjoy Part I & Part II

Masterlist | Ko-Fi

Storm clouds brewed above you, their grey formation migrating together until the darkness blanketed the sky. The incoming rainstorm made the cattle restless in the fields, and you were fighting through the whipping wind, trying to wrangle them back into the barn. Usually, you’d let them wander through the fields during calmer storms, but the churning clouds made you nervous for what was to come. 

Mac hesitated beneath you as thunder cracked through the air, the sound rippling through the rolling fields. He bucked against your grip on the reins, timidly backing away from the path you were guiding him on. The cattle were too spread out to control by yourself, but you could handle it. You weren’t raised to back down from a challenge, and that’s all this was—a challenge. The only issue was that there was little room for error before the storm reached its full potential. 

“C’mon, Mac. Y’gotta work with me,” you said, frustrated. 

You steered him toward the right side of the field, using him as a lead for the cattle to follow. It was useless; they only ran in the opposite direction and further away from you. You cursed at the sky, gripping your saddle horn as you leaned into Mac’s neck. The storm would come crashing down soon, and you’d be chasing the cows through the downpour alone. 

“Y’want some help?” Called out a voice in the distance. 

The deep timber of Joel’s voice frightened the herd, making them sprint through the tall grass in every direction. Fuck. You steered Mac around, facing Joel in the direction of him as he barreled toward you on his horse. He had one hand holding the reins, the other holding down his cowboy hat against the wind rushing over his body. 

“Fuckin’ dammit, Joel!” You screamed. “I had it under control!”

You didn’t, but he didn’t need to know that. 

His horse came into a slow trot beside you and Mac, and you whipped your head to the side to glare at him. Under the shadows of the storm clouds, his brown eyes glinted brightly, absorbing every ounce of light left above you in the sky. God, you hated him. You hated his stupid eyes, his smug smirk, and his broad body sitting atop his horse. 

“Lemme help you,” he offered. “Y’can’t get them all wrangled alone. Y’need another horse helpin’ move them.”

“No, I fuckin’ don’t! I can handle it, Joel!”

“Darlin’, I know y’can handle most everythin’, but this storm is gettin’ too crazy to be out here alone. Lemme just help herd them together, then y’can take it from there.”

“Jesus Christ, why can’t y’just leave me alone?” You yelled, exasperated. 

You glanced back at the cows, now several yards away and deeper into the fields than you wanted. Shit, this wasn’t good. Kicking your heels against Mac’s sides, you sent him into a full sprint through the open fields, distancing yourself from Joel and propelling yourself deeper into your endless expanse of land. It didn’t matter if you got caught in the midst of the storm; you just wanted to prove your point. You could do this. You didn’t need help. You didn’t want help. 

Joel called out your name, the sound of his horse galloping behind you growing louder. You pushed yourself harder, forcing Mac to run faster. Lightning struck down into the field miles away, the blinding light causing Mac to rear upwards. You tried to steady yourself in the saddle, swinging the reins to the side to guide him back onto all fours. He only fought against your hold, jerking his head back and forth as he huffed out a loud whine. 

“Mac, calm down!” You begged. 

A hand came beside you, gripping the reins and tugging them firmly to the left. Joel steered Mac beside his horse, taking control and limiting your ability to calm Mac down. You tried yanking the reins from Joel’s large hands, but he only tightened his grip. 

“This isn’t the time to be stubborn,” he barked. “You’re gonna get caught in the storm.”

“I have responsibilities!” You seethed. “I need these damn cows in the barn ‘fore it starts gettin’ bad. I can’t just leave them out here!”

“They’ll be just fine! It’s one storm,” he argued. 

You grasped at the reins, tearing them from his hands. Another ripple of thunder shook the air around you, and you took it as a sign that time was running out. You needed to work against the storm before it was too late. Leaning into Mac, you pushed him into a long gallop toward the herd. You managed to gain the lead around them, zig-zagging Mac until they grouped together. Joel watched from a distance, his horse standing restless in the blowing wind. You were doing this without him, proving you didn’t need help. 

The cows grunted as you urged them into a faster pace, the view of the worn-down barn drifting closer. You were acutely aware of Joel trailing behind you but couldn’t find the energy to care. Let him follow. You’d rip him to shreds when the cattle were safe. Mac continued his waltz back and forth, obeying your commands as you guided him in a rhythm behind the cows. You tuned out the sound of thunder rumbling above you and kept your breathing even as you pushed through the wind tearing at your face. 

“Alright, let’s get y’all inside,” you said, coaxing the cattle through the open barn doors.

They rustled through the hay-covered ground, veering off in different directions. Some went straight for the water basins, while others huddled in dark corners behind the wooden beams creaking above you. You kicked your legs over Mac, sliding to your feet and giving him an appreciative pat against his neck. Softly kissing his jaw, you smoothed down his mane and waded through the cows to check them over. The sounds of hoofs pounding into the barn startled you—and the cows—and you clenched your fists together before turning toward Joel. 

“I told you to leave me alone.”

Dismounting his horse, Joel waltzed his way into the barn, thunder clouds casting dark shadows over his large frame as he walked closer. Under the brim of his cowboy hat, you could see his smug grin and glittering eyes, just watching as you shook with anger.

“All I was tryna do is help,” he explained. “No need to get feisty with me.”

You stepped closer, rage boiling inside your veins. You hated him. You hated the help he offered because he thought you couldn’t do this alone. He thought you were weak—incapable. Well, you weren’t. You were more than capable of handling anything out on your land. That’s what you were raised to do.

“I don’t want your fuckin’ help, Joel. And I don’t want you ‘round here.”

“Why?” He pressed. 

You were toe-to-toe with him, staring up at eyes that looked at you with anything but anger. Where was that menacing look he usually wore? Where was his dominance? Why wasn’t he fighting with you? 

“You piss me off!” you yelled. “You come ‘round here ruinin’ my fuckin’ day. You don’t take no for an answer. You don’t let me live.”

“Darlin’, bein’ alone ain’t livin’ at all. Why don’t y’want someone ‘round? Why don’t you want me ‘round?”

His body crowded you, his hands roaming up your arms, squeezing your tense shoulders as you disappeared under his shadow. You shook him off, breezing past him and into the open space outside the barn. You didn’t want to give him the answer; you couldn’t explain it without being vulnerable. And Joel was the very last person you wanted to be vulnerable with. 

“Hey!” Joel hollered. “Would y’come back inside? It ain’t safe out there right now.”

As if to prove his point, lightning struck the fields just a mile away, the instant clap of thunder rattling through the air. Drops of rain began to pelt the dirt around you, misting your hair and face as you glanced up into the sky. You worked at shutting the fences together, ensuring everything was tied down and secure before the storm hit full force. 

Two strong arms braced themselves around your middle, pulling you away from the barn until your boots dragged through the mud. Your house was only feet away, and you knew that’s exactly where Joel intended to take you. Maybe he’d fuck you through the anger like he always did, but not even that sounded appealing right now. You wanted to be alone. 

“Let me fuckin’ go!” You screamed, thrashing against his firm grip. 

“No. I’m sick of this fuckin’ attitude y’always got. Ain’t gonna listen to it anymore.”

You drove an elbow into his stomach, forcing his arms to slip from your torso as he doubled over with a soft oof. You staggered away from him, staring him down through the pelting rain. 

“I want to be alone!” You raged. 

“Why do y’want to be alone so bad? Y’don't have to be alone, you know,” Joel argued. 

He had a hand pressed into his side, no doubt to quell the pain from your jab, and a grimace twisting up his lips. You were soaked from the rain now, your hair matting down onto your forehead and cheeks as you stared at him. Humidity thickened the air around you, leaving you suffocating in your skin. 

“I can take care of myself,” you defended. “I—.”

“I know y’can take care of yourself,” Joel interjected. “You’ve made that perfectly fuckin’ clear! All I’m sayin’ is, what if you didn’t have to?”

“And do what?” You laughed bitterly. “Have you take care of me? In your fuckin’ dreams, Miller.”

Joel dragged a wet hand over his face, his eyelashes weighed down by the heavy droplets. You folded your arms over your chest, your shirt soaked and no doubt see-through. It didn’t matter; too many emotions flooded your mind to even care about your appearance. 

“Y’drive me fuckin’ crazy, y’know that?” Joel cursed. “Always gotta be so fuckin’ stubborn and pissy. I can’t stand it.”

“Then why do y’keep comin’ ‘round?!” You tossed your arms up in defeat, huffing out a cloud of air through the torrents of rain.

“Because!” He shouted.

“Because why?”

“Christ, y’just don’t fuckin’ get it.”

Joel tore his hat off his head, rushing toward you. His strong hands gripped the sides of your face, his nose brushing over yours. With a deep inhale, he crashed his lips against yours, the taste of rainwater and smoke falling onto your tongue. Everything inside your body tensed up, too afraid to cave into his embrace. But Joel held you closer, tangling one hand into your damp hair, coaxing your mouth open wider. His tongue rolled over yours, and a moan slipped from your mouth and into his. He swallowed every tiny noise you made, drinking in your vulnerability as it coated his lips. Every slant of his mouth over yours was a step closer to your undoing; he would ruin you completely if he kept kissing you. 

“Stop,” you mumbled against his lips.

Joel pressed harder against you, his nose smashing into your cheek as he deepened the kiss. He was consuming you from the inside out, sucking out every emotion and bleeding you dry. You sank your teeth into his bottom lip, pulling it hard until he broke away with labored breathing. He brushed a finger over his mouth, finding blood seeping along the surface of his bottom lip. 

“This how y’wanna act?” He questioned, his eyes a swimming pool of onyx. 

There it was. 

Your chest rose and fell as you tried to slow your breathing, watching Joel flex his fingers at his sides. You had torn yourself from his grip and left him empty-handed; if you did it first, then you wouldn’t have to face the pain of losing him. Christ, the realization hit you like a freight train. 

You hated him… you had to hate him. 

You wouldn’t let yourself feel anything else.

“Go home, Joel! I don’t want you!”

“Sure fuckin’ felt like y’did,” he huffed.

Then he was on you, wrangling you down into the mud until you were pinned beneath him. Sloshing against the wet earth, you clawed at his flannel, tearing your nails through the soaked fabric. Joel clamped a hand around your wrist, pinning it above your head as he lowered his face close to yours. Your other hand came up to his face, smearing thick mud over his scruff-covered jaw. Every time he leaned closer, you pushed his face away, distancing yourself from the addiction that beckoned; lips saturated in the rain, soft and inviting…a sweet promise of something you could never have. You wanted him to ruin you like he always did; you needed the pain. You needed the reminder that this was nothing but physical that kept you colliding together. 

“Stop. Fightin’. Me.” He panted.

“No!”

You continued swatting at his face, mud caking into his mustache and over the bridge of his nose. Joel pried your hand from his face, pulling it above your head and clasping your wrists together under one large palm.

“Enough!” He barked. 

 He shredded your wet shirt apart with his free hand, the saturated pieces fraying into the muddy ground. With a snarl off his lips, Joel bent down and ravished your body with open-mouthed kisses, his teeth marring your neck and chest. You arched into his touch, hissing at the pain of each bite into your flesh. 

“Fuck,” you groaned.

This. This is what you wanted. You wouldn’t fight this because this was what you wanted. Right? You mewled as he marked your body, leaving bruised patches of skin in his wake. Pleasure began to pulsate between your legs, a constant ache that only grew stronger the longer you lay beneath him. You needed him inside you—assaulting you with quick thrusts until your brain turned off. 

Joel worked at peeling your pants from your legs, huffing out a frustrated breath as he fought with the denim plastered to your skin by the rain. Maybe you'd laugh at his struggles if you weren’t blinded by so much rage. But you were beyond desperate for release—release from the pleasure boiling under your skin and release from this constant painful ache inside your chest. With your pants and underwear lazily tossed into the puddle of water beside you, Joel smoothed his hands over your curves, his fingers pinching and twisting your pebbled nipples. Every inch of your body was drenched with rain, the droplets pelting your face as you tried to bite back another moan. His fingers roamed down your stomach, slipping easily between your legs and through your silken folds. 

“Please,” you whined. 

It was the first time you willingly begged for anything from Joel. You bit your lips to hold back any more desperate pleas. 

“Look at you, darlin’,” Joel teased. “Finally learned some damn manners.”

“Fuck you,” you snapped. 

You chased his fingers, lifting your hips as he brushed the pad of his thumb over your clit. Everything was so sensitive and heightened that you could hardly blame the rain for your eyes blurring as he drew slow circles over the aching bud. Joel coaxed small noises from your mouth as you writhed against the wet earth. 

“You gonna be good for me, darlin?” Joel asked, his voice lost behind another rumble of thunder.

“Just make me cum,” you bit out. 

“Y’think I’m just gonna give you whatever y’want right now? After the way y’treated me? Nah, I don’t think so.”

His lips twitched into a smug grin, his fingers teasing their way into your slick entrance. Joel paralyzed you with a heavy stare, and you turned your head away, staring off across the field to avoid his eyes. The longer you looked at him, the harder this would be.

He curled two fingers inside you, dragging them over the spongy spot that had your insides rupturing with ecstasy. Every stroke of his fingers was another tug on that pleasure unfurling within your core. Squeezing your eyes shut, you focused on the rhythm of his movements, the quickness of his fingers, the thickness as they stretched you wide.

“Gotta look at me if y’wanna cum,” Joel said, plunging his fingers deeper.

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes tighter. You couldn’t look at him, not right now. 

“Look at me!” Joel demanded.

A sharp sting bolted across your face, sending your eyes flying open. Joel’s eyes were darker than the thunderstorm hanging above your bodies, emotions swirling deep within his irises. You saw it all—the anger, the pain, the need. This is why you didn’t want to look at him; it reflected everything you felt, too. His fingers pinched your chin, holding your face firm within his grip. You had nowhere to go. You were trapped—trapped beneath him, trapped inside yourself. 

Joel worked his fingers harder and faster, pulling cries from your lips until your orgasm skyrocketed through your body. 

“Fuck, Joel!” You cried. 

His jaw twitched as he watched you unravel beneath him. Your core fluttered with phantom ripples of your orgasm, your body unwinding from its tension. You had enough of this—you didn’t want to be under his control. Not when his eyes softened and his body pressed closer to yours. 

“Get off me,” you begged. “Fuck—get off!”

Joel tore his fingers from you, drawing them into his mouth as he cleaned your arousal from his skin. There wasn’t a single ounce of rage radiating off his body, which only angered you more. For how much fight you were putting up against him, he wasn’t giving in like he usually did. 

Frustrated with everything, you shimmied your body far enough upward to twist your hips and swing a leg over his waist. Joel relinquished and allowed you to wrangle him to the ground; your hands splayed over his chest, his shirt soaked beneath your fingers. Joel gazed up at you with hungry eyes while he worked at undoing his belt buckle. Rain pelted his face, washing away the mud as it streaked through his graying curls. Christ, he looked so beautiful beneath you; you would kiss him if you weren’t so fucking scared. But you didn’t want that—at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. Above him, you could hurt him however you wanted; you could torment him until he snapped. 

“This what y’want, darlin’?” Joel asked, breathless. “Y’wanna use me? Go ahead.”

You didn’t want to use him; you wanted him angry enough to snap back into his commanding nature. You wanted him to break you apart. You wanted his handprints seared into your skin and his filthy words in your ear. But he kept staring at you with eyes that could fracture your heart into a million pieces. There wasn’t a hint of darkness in his eyes anymore, all of it replaced by that deep-rooted need you couldn’t stand to look at. 

Joel’s cock throbbed in your hand as you lined it up with your entrance, the velvety skin damp from the rain, sliding into your sex without resistance. You lowered yourself until his length filled you completely, the stretch rendering you speechless. Slowly, you began to grind against him, letting your body move fluidly until you buzzed with newfound pleasure. It coursed through your veins, igniting that fire low in your stomach you so hungered for. 

You rolled your hips faster, leaning into him to thread your hands through his matted curls, your nails digging into his scalp. Joel wouldn’t move with you—he lay there with his hands gripping your waist, letting you take the lead.

“Keep usin’ me, darlin’,” Joel whispered. “I can take it.”

It wasn’t what you wanted to hear. You hoped your nails clawing in his skin would elicit a response…anything. You sped up the tempo, raising yourself along the length of his cock and pushing yourself down. 

“I hate you,” you panted, throwing all your weight into each drop of your hips. “I hate you so fuckin’ much.”

“I know y’do,” Joel said softly.

You dragged your nails down his hair and over the graying patches of hair along his jaw. Dirt collected under your nails as tiny red welts rose to the surface of his skin. Joel wasn’t phased by any of it, not even a grimace of pain when you squeezed your hands around his throat. 

“Hate me back!” You begged.

“No.” 

You choked him harder, throttling him as your sex clenched around his cock. You couldn’t even focus on the pleasure curling inside your stomach, your anger suffocating every sensation in your body. 

“Goddamnit, Joel! Hate me!” 

His tan skin flushed underneath your hands, and your rage took hold of your body as you sent your hand flying across his cheek. Nothing. Not a single reaction from your anger. Joel should have had you on the brink of death at this point after all your yelling and fighting. That’s what he did best—he hurt you until the pain became pleasure, and your control slipped out of reach. But he wasn’t feeding into your pleas. He wasn’t even considering it. That stupid brow furrow softened, his eyes looking at you with a mixture of emotions, none of which you wanted. 

“Fuckin’ hate me!” You screamed. “How much more can I keep hurtin’ you ‘til you hate me back?”

Joel lifted himself up despite your efforts to hold him down. Everything felt electrified with your bodies pressed together, sticky wet skin against wet clothes. Your body pulsed with pleasure…with anger…with everything you wanted to escape. His hands wrapped around your back, guiding you along his cock as you kept your hands squeezing around his throat. 

“But I don’t hate you.” He was soft-spoken as if to coax you out of your aggressive haze.

You dropped your head onto his shoulder, sinking your teeth into his skin as you rocked against his body. Faster and faster, your hips moved, driving his cock deeper inside you; all the while he remained paralyzed against you. Small flexes of his fingers against your skin were all you could feel, and his breathy moans in your ear were enough to drive you mad. Your teeth were bearing down into his shoulder with enough force to draw blood, yet he didn’t move a muscle. 

Releasing your grip, you jerked away from the warmth of his body with a snarl twisting up your lips. Why wasn’t he taking control? You deserved the torture—the complete domination of his body against yours. Why was this time different? Why wouldn’t he give you what you wanted?

“Why won’t you hate me?!” You wailed. “Why won’t you fuck me like y’always do?”

Joel silently watched as you pounded your fists into his muscles over and over again. You could keep hitting him, keep yelling, keep pleading…but what was the use? He wasn’t giving in, and you were growing tired. You were so fucking tired of fighting.

“Is this not enough?” You cried, your voice cracking. “Am I not enough?”

“Oh, darlin’,” Joel sighed.

His breath was hot against your ear, his lips dangerously close to your skin as you continued crying. His cock throbbed inside you, yet your pleasure dissipated. You didn’t want this anymore. You were broken. 

“Why am I not enough?” You whimpered.

Your hands stopped their beating, and you let the emotions you had kept at a distance crash against the surface. Sobs wracked through your body as your head fell into the crook of his neck. Joel’s hands brushed up your back, caressing and holding you close. He buried his face into your hair, one hand tangling in the soaked tendrils, holding you flush to his chest.

“I got you, darlin’. S’alright,” he crooned. 

Your tears bled into his shirt, untraceable within the wet fabric that clung to his strong shoulders. Your body shook with each wave of cries, and Joel just kept holding you, kept shushing you until your sobs turned into whimpers, and you had nothing left. 

You were so scared to lose everything—your land, your generational responsibilities… Joel. Everyone in your life had vanished. All you had left was hundreds of acres of empty land and a hollow chest with a half-broken heart. You could take the pain he gave you because that’s what you deserved. You didn’t deserve this tenderness, not after the way you treated him. Anger and hate were enough for you; it was enough to pacify the ache of wanting more. You weren’t worth more than this. 

“Please, Joel,” you muttered. “Please hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” Joel whispered. “I can’t. Y’got yourself under my skin, and I don’t want it any other way.”

“No…don’t do that,” you mumbled. “Don’t say things like that to me.”

“C’mere, lemme look at you.”

Joel pushed your shoulders forward, peeling you away from his chest. You hid your eyes from him, lowering your head and away from his longing stare. 

“Darlin’, look at me,” he coaxed, his fingers brushing under your chin and lifting your face. 

The rain was falling slower now, large droplets smattering against your cheeks and forehead. You tried to avoid his eyes, watching the rain roll down his nose and over his pouty lips. For once, the thought of kissing him didn’t scare you. 

Joel squeezed his fingers around your jaw, softer than you were used to but still effective in getting your attention. Through the tears still blurring your eyes, you gazed into his brown eyes, the softness crashing into yours. With his brows slightly pulled up in concern, Joel exhaled, finally seeing all the broken pieces he held in his arms. 

“You are enough,” he vowed. “Attitude and all, you are enough. If y’wanna hate me, then hate me. Hate me all y’want ’cause I can handle it. Just please don’t hate yourself. I see how scared you are, darlin’. Ain’t got nothin’ to be scared ‘bout with me, ‘kay?”

You nodded solemnly, letting your forehead fall against his. Joel smoothed his hands down your back, slowly guiding your hips up until his cock slipped from you. Your core clenched around nothing, the ripples of your denied orgasm rolling through your body. Fucking out your anger was one thing, but you couldn’t fuck away your feelings. Not anymore. 

“C’mon, darlin’,” Joel urged. 

He lifted you to your feet, following suit and rising from the slippery ground. Bending slightly, Joel curled an arm around your back and the other under your knees, tossing you up and cradling you against his chest. You let your head rest on his shoulder, watching the mud dry on his tan skin. With bleary eyes and a heavy heart, you felt guilty for making him care for you. You were supposed to be good on your own; you were supposed to be independent. You didn’t need taking care of, yet here you were, limp in Joel’s arms and exhausted.

He waded through the muddy puddles around the barn and carried you toward your house. Water dripped down the patchy roof, rattling against the storm drain as it rolled down the side of the walls. The smell of the thunderstorm wafted over Joel’s body, invading your senses with each heavy inhale. He walked up the porch steps cautiously, kicking the door open with the toe of his boot. It didn’t bother you when it smashed against the wall, the wood rattling at the force. 

Still keeping you close to his chest, Joel walked through your tiny farm home, familiarizing himself with the layout until he found the door to your bathroom. Propping it open with his knee, Joel guided you inside, gingerly lowering you to your feet. 

“Let’s get you in the shower, darlin’,” Joel urged. “Needa get y’warmed up.”

“I’m okay,” you croaked, wrapping your arms around your bare chest. 

Joel huffed a quiet laugh, bending his head down to kiss your dirty forehead. 

“Stubborn lil’ thing. C’mon, I’ll join you.”

You glanced around the bathroom, staring at the yellow wallpaper peeling around the crown molding. Time—and weather—had done its damage to your home, but no one ever visited, so you never thought about fixing it. But now Joel was standing there, truly seeing your house and not just focusing on you pinned to the couch, and you were awfully insecure. Every paint-chipped crevice along the wooden walls, every creak in the floorboard, every water stain along the corners of doorways… was just another reminder of how bad you were at existing. Focusing on the land and keeping the animals cared for was easy, but it was hard to care for yourself. You didn’t matter; you never had. 

“Hey.” Joel’s voice was soft in your ear.

You looked back at Joel hesitantly, watching his clothes drop to the floor. Piece by piece, Joel slowly materialized into a reality you hadn’t imagined. Without his cowboy boots or worn flannel, Joel was soft everywhere. His dark chest hair curled around his torso and down his navel, his stomach soft and moldable. His tapered waist looked much better out of his jeans, and his thick thighs were worth spending hours kissing. All his rough edges and calloused skin morphed into something so much more tender and inviting—something you yearned for in unspeakable ways. 

“Do I need to carry you into the shower?” He asked, half teasing.

You didn’t have the energy to laugh, so you only stood silent, waiting for him to run the water until the steam fogged the mirror. Once it ran hot enough, Joel pulled back the curtain and dragged you under the spray of the water. Mud slipped off your skin, swirling down your body in dark rivulets and into the drain. 

Joel’s body pressed against yours, his arms snaking around your waist. You felt his warm lips press into the skin of your neck, trailing further down as you leaned into his touch. The longer you spent in his embrace, the more pliant you became—malleable. 

“Can I help wash you, darlin’?” Joel muttered into your neck.

You wanted to decline to prove you didn’t need help, but Joel was just as stubborn as you. He’d persist, and you were terribly close to hitting your limit on how many times you could tell him no. So, you gave him the tiniest nod and let him steer you under the water. He reached around you to grab the shampoo, pumping enough into his hands to massage over your scalp. The drag of his fingers through your tangled hair was enough to loosen the tension in your muscles. Your eyes fluttered shut, the feeling of his hands on your body the only sensation you could focus on. 

Joel remained silent, moving soapy hands over your body until there wasn’t a speck of dirt left. Eventually, your body hit its limit, and you sagged into his chest, your eyes tired and heavy. He reached over and turned the water off, the immediate chill in the empty air sending shivers down your spine. 

“Stay here,” Joel muttered. “Lemme grab a towel.”

“Y’don’t even know where they are,” you grumbled. 

Joel chuckled, slipping a hand down your chest to hug you closer. His scruff tickled your neck as he nestled into your body, swaying you softly against him. 

“Then show me,” he whispered. “Get me used to this house.”

Tears stung your waterline at hearing his words; he wanted to be here with you. Not just in this moment. He was thinking about the future, and you couldn’t understand why you were worth more than this. 

“They’re up in the cabinet outside the bathroom,” you offered. “Just don’t slip on the tiles, old man.”

“There’s my girl,” he laughed. 

You hid behind the shower curtain, watching Joel’s ass leave the bathroom as he roamed into the hallway. He was only gone a moment, returning with two towels in hand. You couldn’t help but stare at how water clung to his chest hair, curling the brown hair in swirls as they trailed down his stomach. His cock hung low between his thighs, half hard and thick. You still didn’t get your last orgasm, and maybe that was something you could rectify later. Later. 

“Sure starin’ a lot for someone who hates me,” Joel quipped, holding a towel. 

“Shut up, Miller. I can do whatever I want.”

“Don’t I fuckin’ know it,” he smirked. 

You stepped out of the tub, turning around so he could wrap the towel over your shoulders. His arms wound around your body, rubbing the fabric into your skin and drying you off. You twisted the towel over your chest and returned to watching Joel in all his glory. He used his towel to dry his hair, the salt and pepper curls sticking to his forehead. You liked Joel like this—soft and natural. As much as you enjoyed the fire in his eyes and the aggression in his actions, this was something so enticing. Slinging the towel around his waist, Joel beckoned you closer and hauled you into his arms. 

“Wanna get in bed with me?” He asked. 

“Now you’re askin’ permission for things? That’s new,” you scoffed, peering up at him with an eyebrow raised. 

“Alright, have it your way,” he huffed.

Bending down, Joel tossed you over his shoulder, making you squeal as his hands planted themselves on your ass. He waltzed out of the bathroom, hauling you down the hall until he found your bedroom. The overcast sky shadowed your room through the windows, and you were so ready to curl up under the covers and hide away. 

Tossing you onto the comforter, Joel climbed over you, caging you between his arms. You shied away from him as he leaned closer, his face dangerously close to yours. You were unsure if you were ready to kiss him again, though your body thrummed with the aching need to feel his lips against yours. He roamed a hand over your chest, his fingers dancing up the column of your neck as they squeezed softly around your throat. Instinctively, you arched into his touch, relishing the slight dominance back in his movements.

“Y’gonna fight me if I kiss you?” He teased, bending down closer.

“Maybe,” you whispered.

Joel’s lips twitched into a grin as he pressed his body into yours, his mouth a breath away from yours. With a flex of his fingers around your neck, he closed the gap, his lips colliding with yours. It wasn’t frenzied like the first time; his mouth was warm and soft against yours. He moved slowly, letting you adjust to every slant of his mouth, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth as an invitation, allowing him to steer this kiss in whatever direction. 

Roaming your hands up the expanse of his muscular arms, you dug your nails into his shoulders, dragging him closer until you were flush with his body. He broke away from your lips, trailing his mouth down the hollow of your neck, sucking marks into your skin. 

“Joel,” you whined.

“Hmm?” He muttered.

“I need—.”

Your begging was cut off short as he pulled down your towel, his mouth suctioning around your pebbled nipple. Your fingers tangled in his wet hair, pulling slightly to guide him off your body. He bit the sensitive bud, rolling your nipple between his teeth. He was relentless, and you found yourself caving into his desires the longer he spent ravishing your body.

“I know y’can be demandin’, darlin’,” Joel said, releasing your nipple from between his teeth. “So, let’s fuckin’ hear it.”

“Fuck me, Joel,” you begged. “Fuck me, and don’t be gentle.”

“Y’like it when I’m rough with you? Y’want me to fuck you into the mattress?” He questioned.

“Christ,” you exhaled. “Please.”

Joel wasted no time tossing his towel across the room and lifting your legs high into the air. You didn’t care that he had you pinned beneath him; you wanted to see his eyes wild with lust while he fucked himself into you. Shuffling his knees up, he maneuvered both of your legs over one shoulder, his hands sliding under your ass and lifting your hips. He slowly eased himself into you, and you let a moan slip from your lips as his cock brushed against your cervix. Yes. This is what you needed.

“S’fuckin’ pretty when you’re stuffed with my cock,” Joel grunted, rocking his hips against yours.

“Mhmm,” you whined. 

You couldn’t formulate a coherent sentence when you were struggling to breathe. You were so fucking full of him, and the angle he had you molded into only shoved his cock further inside you. Joel rutted against you slowly, but each drive of his hips hit hard against yours. You reached for his hand that gripped your calf and pulled it down until it wrapped around your neck.

“Greedy lil’ thing,” he smirked.

Joel flexed his fingers around your throat before fully gripping it, stifling your breathing until your vision darkened. He snapped his hips harder, speeding up his thrusts until your bed frame smacked into the wall. Arousal dripped down the seam of your ass, coating Joel’s cock as it slipped in and out of you. Coils of pleasure twisted inside your stomach, and you let out strangled whimpers as you tried to swallow around his fingers.

“Y’enjoy bein’ fucked like a lil’ slut?”

“Y—yes,” you choked.

“Louder for me. Wanna hear ya’.”

But his grip tightened, cutting off your words as they lodged in your throat. Tears slid down your cheeks as you chased the burning pleasure coursing through your body. The orgasm you lost earlier was surging back to the surface, and you clawed at the feeling as it wracked against your core. Joel could sense it, too, his pace ruthless as he assaulted you with powerful thrusts.

“S’my girl need to cum?”

My girl.

The sentiment alone could have skyrocketed your orgasm to the surface. Joel’s eyes gleamed with pride as he looked down at you, satisfied at your reaction as your lips tipped up into a timid smile. The sound of being his girl didn’t sound so bad…but you’d think about that later. You needed this. 

“Please,” you begged. 

“You gonna be my good girl, darlin’? Gonna make me proud right now?”

Joel unwound his hand from your throat, threading his fingers into your hair. He bent down, forcing you further into the mattress as he captured your lips in a hungry kiss. He leaned in closer, your body nearly folded in half against his, your thighs pressed into his sweat-slick chest as your calves still rested over his shoulder. Every inch of you was covered in him: his musky scent, his smoke-tinged breath, his deep grunts lost inside your mouth. It blanketed over your fears, and you lost yourself in him. He was consuming you from the inside out, and you couldn’t help yourself when you deepened the kiss. 

“C’mon,” Joel urged, his words lost against your mouth. “Make me proud.”

Your orgasm erupted through your body, stare sparkling behind your eyelids as you seized up. Your core fluttered around Joel’s cock, milking him through each ripple of your orgasm as it passed through. 

“That’s my girl,” Joel praised. “Fuckin’ drenchin’ my cock.”

In a blur, Joel had you flipped onto your stomach, his cock vanishing from you for only a moment before he was yanking your hips up high and driving back into you. 

“Fuck!” You cried out, your fingers clawing at the comforter.

“Ain’t stoppin’ yet, darlin’. You’re gonna give me one more.”

You weren’t sure if you had anything left to give, but with Joel ramming into you from behind, you had no choice but to relinquish all control. Slick arousal ran down your thigh as Joel plunged deeper, his cock spearing into you and tearing you apart. 

“Please don’t stop,” you panted. “So close, Joel…I’m so close.”

“I know. I know,” he crooned. “Doin’ so good for me.”

Joel’s fingers dug into your hip bones, anchoring you into the bed. His touch was bruising—brutal. Your head dropped between your shoulders, your tears falling onto the sheets. Euphoria thrummed in your veins, ready to explode at any given moment. The loud echo of Joel’s hips slamming against yours battled against the storm still brewing outside; each thrust its own sound of thunder erupting inside your tiny bedroom. 

Pleasure fractured through you, your skin lit on fire as your orgasm lapped up your spine. You seized around Joel’s cock, arousal gushing from you and coating his length as he slipped in and out of your sex. Joel grunted in satisfaction, pinning your hips to his as he let your orgasm flutter through your body. 

“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Makin’ such a mess of me, darlin’. Filthy lil’ thing just squirtin’ all over my cock. Y’want my cum deep inside you now? Want me to fill you up, darlin’?”

You nodded vigorously; your mouth opened in a silent plea despite Joel towering over you from behind. He couldn’t see the way you mouthed please, but he felt the desperation in your body as you pressed your hips back against his. Joel took you hard, barreling deeper inside you with each thrust until you felt him shudder with a breathy moan. Your name slipped off his lips as he buried himself to the hilt, his release filling you to the brim. It dripped out the sides, mixing with your arousal as it rolled down your thighs. Christ, you were so fucking full of him in every single way. 

Joel slumped over your body, his mouth warm against your spine as he left small kisses on your skin. You sunk into the bed, your legs giving out beneath you and leaving you exhausted and listless. Time passed slowly, and Joel finally slipped from you and tumbled onto the bed beside you. He quickly pulled you into an embrace, tucking your head under his arm and against his chest. Though your body was still unwinding from the way he fucked you, you felt yourself tensing back up. To feel this close to someone felt foreign and unsure; every fiber of your being fought against this, yet you were too tired to overcome it mentally. Joel’s fingers curled into your waist, digging softly into your skin as if to beckon you closer.

“You doin’ okay, darlin’?” He asked, his voice hoarse and tired.

You buried your head into his chest, refusing to look at him. How could you voice your fears when everything inside his eyes scared you the most? You could run from your feelings, but you could never outrun the softness of his brown eyes.

“I don’t know how to do this, Joel,” you mumbled into his chest.

“Do what?”

“Be with someone,” you confessed. “I don’t know how to be anythin’ other than alone.”

He nudged you softly, trying to coax your eyes to meet his. There was no point in hiding; at this point, you’d lose any battle against him. Lifting your head, you caught a glimpse at his eyes, their soft brown color shaded by clouded a deep sense of concern. 

“Let me show y’what it’s like,” he offered. “Let me care for you the way you deserve.”

“I’m just scared,” you whispered.

“What’re y’scared of?”

Joel raised a brow, the furrow above his nose deepening. He was silently trying to understand your hesitancy, which you appreciated, but it didn’t feel right to be this vulnerable with him. The moment you spilled your heart to him, you’d never have it back. Your walls would be broken down, and you’d have nowhere to run and hide. Sucking in a breath, you allowed the words to tumble out of you. 

“I’m scared that if I let myself fall for you, I’ll lose you like I lost everyone else.”

“Darlin’,” Joel sighed. 

He tilted your chin up, placing a gentle kiss against your trembling lips. 

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere. You showed me how strong y’can be. Now it’s my turn to be strong for you, ‘kay? Can I do that?”

“You aren’t supposed to be like this,” you said, shaking your head.

“How am I supposed to be?” He questioned.

“You shouldn’t be this nice to me. I don’t deserve this after everythin’ I’ve done. I deserve all the mean shit y’been doin’ to me.”

“Why can’t I do both?” He chuckled lightly, squeezing your side. “I can still be mean as long as I get to love you, too.”

You propped your head onto his chest, watching him for any fault in his words. You truly didn’t understand how he could feel all these things for you when you’d been nothing but awful. You pushed him away constantly; you got on his nerves. Why did he want you?

“You love me?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes. 

“Yeah, maybe I do. Got me wrapped ‘round your bratty lil’ finger, darlin’.”

Joel leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. His lips traveled down your damp cheeks until he captured your mouth once again. You slid your hands up his chest, your fingers tugging at the curls at the base of his neck. He pulled you in closer and maneuvered your body over his, your chests pressed together and hearts beating in the same rhythm. 

“This doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop givin’ you hell, Joel,” you smiled, breaking away from his lips. 

“Oh, I’m countin’ on it, darlin’,” he chuckled.

Outside, the storm continued barreling through the fields, the quiet sound of rain tapping against the windows. Joel kept you tangled around his body, his warmth never leaving you as time drifted away. The fear still lingered in the back of your mind, but it wasn’t as powerful anymore. You had your land, you had your responsibilities, and you had your man. 

You could have it all. 

You did have it all.

[improbable-outset]

𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐓𝐖: overstimulation, fingering. Minors DNI🔞

𝐔𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You were his first everything. Kenji knew the moment he returned to Japan and bumped into you again, that you’d be the one.

The one to have his heart wrapped around your fingers.

The one to take his virginity.

He still remembered the bliss he felt when you sucked him off and he experienced his first orgasm. He could still recall the moment his focus narrowed and his whole body was in a trance, completely in control by the intense pleasure your mouth was giving him.

It was the best thing he had experienced, even better because it was with you.

But the first time he witnessed you reaching your own peak, he was completely enamoured. And he would do anything in his power to pull orgasm after orgasm from you, just to see you fall apart under his touch.

“Kenji…it’s too much. I can’t—” you whimpered. Your voice was hoarse and your legs were shaking.

You were laid out on the bed underneath him, a film of sweat on your forehead. You were spent and still drowning in the afterglow from your previous climax.

Kenji fingers dipped his into your core, feeling your dripping wetness over them. He kept moving them in and out relentlessly, trying to get you to reach your peak again.

“Come on, baby.” he coaxed, still moving his fingers. “You can give me one more,”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer back, let alone form a coherent sentence. The wetness from your core made lewd noises which seemed to fill his senses.

Your back arched and your legs jerked instinctively as he curled his fingers inside of you, but he quickly put one of your thighs in place so you wouldn’t move.

He couldn’t help but grin at the sight of you, your lips parted as more moans slipped out of your mouth and your body squirming under his touch.

He leaned in and kissed below your earlobe while his fingers continued at their sporadic pace. “You’re close aren’t you?”

He used his thumb to press onto your swollen clit that had been overstimulated in the last few minutes. Your thighs started to quiver and he could tell from previous experiences that you were going to reach your peak again.

He could feel the familiar contraction around his fingers from your silky walls, just as they always did. Just for him.

He kept his gaze on you, not wanting to miss a second of what was about to unfold. The same sight that he had quickly grown addicted to the first time he witnessed the vulnerable side of you.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your face flushed, allowing yourself to get washed into the height of pleasure for the umpteenth time of the night.

He watched as a look of ecstasy casted on your face before your release hit— your mouth fell open as you moaned out his name, the only fragment your mind could grasp.

He slowed the pace of his fingers through your release. Eventually, he pulled his fingers out; they glistened under the light with your spend.

He wasted no time to bring them into his mouth and taste his handy work on his tongue. He looked back at you as you slowly recovered from your high.

He gave your forehead a quick peck before he moved down to reach your core with his mouth. You looked down at him, your eyes widened as you realised that he wasn’t done with you.

You shouldn’t be surprised by now though.

Another terrible attempt at pnp bc that’s what people like to eat up more or whatever.

[hanasnx]

❝ starlight. ❞

── anakin skywalker x reader

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 1.2k SUMMARY: a happy reunion. NOTES: no spoilers for ahsoka but takes place in an environment seen in ahsoka. force ghost anakin? who knows WARNINGS: f!reader | dom!anakin | pnp | coitus | kinks: size, praise | breath play: choking | attempted: possessiveness | implied: established relationship | doggy style | unprotected sex | hair pulling | body image: “hair long enough to pull.”

“Why am I here?” you question. Your pliant hands open at your sides, inviting him to answer you.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER's lips quirk in a familiar manner, a funny feeling growing in the pit of your stomach at the grave reminder you haven’t seen him in years. “Some might call it ‘unfinished business.’ Shall I enlighten you?”

“Please.”

“You needed closure. You sought me out.” he accused you, even while buried deep inside you to the hilt, as he once did decades ago. Even after all this time, you’re still not used to his size. The sheer sensation of it grips you infallibly, nodding your head in desperation to be heard without the use of your weak voice. Like dogs, you’re tangled together on the floor of this mysterious, unknown place. An environment unnamed, and a situation inexplicable, yet you couldn’t give yourself to him fast enough. “You wouldn’t believe how lonely I’ve been. How long I’ve waited for you.” he exhales into your hair, hot breath fanning over your skin as you cry out. “Finally, you’re open to receiving me.” In more ways than one. you think to say, but the words cannot leave your lips.

“Anakin,” you begin, but you can’t form whatever sentence you’d hoped to find.

His sweet, pleased crooning interrupts you, sending shivers down your spine. “Say it again.” His body weight sinks into you with the request, his hand loving and tender against your throat as it squeezes so candidly.

“Anakin!”

“Yes, star shine? Anything. Anything at all, it’s yours.” he coos as he shifts back and forth on his hip, sinking into your welcoming, wet heat. “Tell me,” That palm on your neck strengthens and you keen. How can you possibly ask him questions while he unravels you as expertly as he’s done a thousand times before?

You sigh, “Harder.”

A pregnant pause as you sense his grin stretch against your scalp, pressing a kiss to it in gratitude. “That’s my girl.” he praises your invitation, obliging you swiftly. The noise of your conjoined bodies heightens with each snap of hips against yours, the slivers of exposed flesh smacking against each other in a delicious sting. When you brace your palm against the ground of this bridge made of light, stars spread from your touch, and you get lost in the wonder of it. You’d had no time to admire the beauty of this “after-life” because of Anakin’s all-consuming nature. How he draws you into his intense gaze, and you’re undeniably under his control. Your refusal always falters. No matter how logical you may be, Anakin will be one step ahead of you. Out-maneuver you until you’re in a position much like this. A bitch in heat as he uses you to his heart’s content.

Apparently, he cared not for your distraction, and his hand brushes from your throat to your jaw. He cranes you neck in a curt motion, and your eyes are back on him. Flexibly, you’re inclined towards him as he captures your lips. As soft as you remember, they mold against yours. When they part, you’re all too eager to plunge your tongue into his willing mouth, receiving you to taste all you have to offer.

Briefly, he breaks it, only to murmur against you, “You missed me?”

“Of course I did, Ani, of course,” you ramble, and his grasp clamps around your cheeks to purse your lips. He leans in to redistribute his kiss and quiet your whimpers. This time, he’s unapologetic in the way he pries your teeth apart to dive his tongue in. As if he missed the most mundane parts of you, the tip lines your molars, the roof of your mouth, under your tongue, anything. You arch away from the pressure of him pressing further, an ache in your jaw as he sticks his tongue down your throat. You can’t hold yourself up against his rigid body weight, and you collapse onto your cheek.

Undeterred, Anakin chases you. Greedy for you, he latches onto your ear, biting down onto it, sucking on the cartilage as he plows you. The way he fills you, you feel so empty when he pulls out, only to bully his path back in.

“How are you here? How are you doing this?” you mumble, the power to speak draining from you with every second he’s inside you. As if he feeds in your very life force. His needy grunts in your ear send you reeling, and threads through your locks with his fingers, gripping the base of your follicles to grant himself leverage. The tingles from the action shimmer throughout your figure, and you curl your toes.

“Are you to question every gift?” he asks with a hint of amusement to his ragged tone. The grace and formality he’d greeted you with at the beginning of this meeting had melted away. Replaced with carnal desire and ache. “I know you, my star, you’re close.” He’s right. Your walls quiver around his formidable member that bruises your insides so delectably. “Ever the glutton for punishment.” he tsks, his knowledge of your desires serving him in this aspect. You’ve never shied away from a large cock, and Anakin’s the biggest you’ve ever taken. You lurch as he hammers in a particularly hard angle, and he chuckles at how you clench around him. “Not the only one who missed me…” he muses as he stares at your swollen folds, swallowing him up. Referencing your pussy as some insatiable entity always drove you mad with lusts.

Your helpless noises spur him on as they spill from your agape mouth. “My love, my love,” you blubber. Overwhelming emotion overtakes your exhausted nervous system, tears welling in your eyes. The sentimentality of something so debauched as sharing your most sacred parts with your long-lost-lover flares in your chest, your throat closing up. “Make me come… please? No one can like you can.” you manage to promise.

The notion you’d tried to get over him had Anakin stepping it up, increasing his pace. “Is that so?” he taunts. His free hand splays against the base of your spine, bouncing you onto his cock to meet his thrusts. You bite your lip in an attempt to silence yourself, and you become acutely aware of how he twitches inside you, signaling his impending release.

“Yes! Yes, I promise,” you insist, hoping to aid him in his endeavor of laying claim to you for the thousandth time.

By your hair alone, he yanks you up, clapping a hand over your throat to pin your back to his chest. The pressure forcing you to reticence. “Anything, my sweet,” he repeats. Anything for you.

The insurmountable wave crashes through the two of you, rippling through you head-to-toe. You pulse in his hold, but he’s steadfast, clutching you through it while your writhe in his grip. Languid kisses pepper where he can reach, his large arms securing you as you come down from you white-hot high. He remains seated inside you, embracing you.

[feivelynart]

I have so many images of my PnP Bard Rahjadan Zornbrecht that I painted but haven't uploaded anything featurng him since the initial character portrait and scribbles, so here's some more.

"Spätweihe Rahjadan" good future timeline, where he becomes an acolyte and later a cleric of the goddess of beauty and love (and horses and wine) there's also an evil-timeline I will probably make a post about at some point.

Rahjadan's current character portrait, I decided to do small updates after each session, he bought a fancy hat washed his dog, slew a harpy (big brown feather) and bought a *problematic* riding crop (actually made of Achaz (lizard people) skin, but he didn't quite understand what that meant and though it is just fancy leather)

doggo cuddle time

First session: Rahjadan got a letter from his pseudo-mob-boss sister he ran away from, where she threatened to kill his dog if he doesn't comply to do some research on and get in contact with the local crime gang for her. He was so distraught about the letter, that he let himself be peer pressured by his then secretly-a-master-thief-GF to break and enter into the new mansion of the (rest of the) party. ("you got debt with her, here's how you get money fast! I'm doing you a favour here, don't be such a whimp.") He proceeded to very dumb about it, got hold of a cursed artefact, got caught, and now has to do communal service (go on a pilgrimage to escort a holy animal to a monastery along with the party but not get paid for it, while he's chronically broke) and because he convinced the guards and party that he didn't mean it and will repent and its all a misunderstanding he can't really be seen asking about the local crime gang, that would look disingenuous, so now his dog is under threat to be brutalized in the future going forward, if his sister doesn't buy his low effort alibi to throw his now EX-definitely-a-master-thief-GF under the bus.

Speaking of family, that's his wannabe-mob-boss cruel older sister, Duridanya

That's his paranoid, mentally messed up dad, Hesindiego.

If his sister is a wannabe-mob-boss his Mother Marchesca was the real mob-boss-terrible-person her daughter aspired to be, but can't quite reach.

She has been dead for 10 years (poison assassination), but here's his parents before they fled the evil theocratic-slaveholder-citystate Al'Anfa, which was about half a year before Rahjadan's birth. Before that his dad was his mother's favourite domestic slave. The family dynamic is complicated to say the least.

While being raised by both parents, Rahjadan got some very conflicting information regarding morality in general and their grand house (one of the richest in Al'Anfa, and the one with the highest reputation for cruelty).

While his Narcissistic Mother would always tell agrandizing stories about the family, their ancestors and heroc (read horrible) deeds that disowned her and has probably multiple times attempted to assassinate her since she fled north to the city of Lowangen,as if she would come back south gloriously conquering one day. His dad on the other hand told him about the horrors and hypocrisy of Al'Anfa he witnessed first hand. His sister always despised him, and wa shis greatest bully for his entire life, once teh parents got wind of her physically abusing Rahjadan as a kid (10 years age gap) , she switched to emotional blackmail and, after the death of their mother and once this was not working anymore she wsitched to financial blackmail.

His dad completely dropped the mask of pretense and "being a good husband" and that they are "a normal family" after Marchesca's death, and became increasingly estranged from his kids, due to untreated trauma/mental struggles. Although Rahajdan and him are still very much on speaking terms, Rahjadan kinda wished he had his "real dad" back and he feels terrible about it, knowing that it was all an act his dad put on for his controlling wife and his kids, and he never really knew his dad for who he was.

Meanwhile his Sister pressures him with crusing dept he got into to sustain his lavish lifestyle (and the fact he can't say no to buying beautiful and shiny things), to do all sorts of shitty and possibly illegal things for her. She began inserting herself into his private and love life until it reached a breaking point and Rahjadan just decided to screw it all, he's gonna leave the city tonight, and be a wandering bard, at least he'll not starve that way and usually have a warm bed somewhere, and is free to do whatever he pleases (he thinks, he's kind dumb actually, intelligence 9 when the lowest possible value is 8 in the TDE PnP system). And thats the state he was in when he met the Plot (TM).

[wavevisas123]

Increased nominations are given to Newfoundland and Labrador, and the application process is paused.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Increased PNP Allocations for Newfoundland and Labrador

Temporary Pause in NLPNP Applications

How NLPNP Negotiated Higher Allocations

Impact on Other Provinces

Reduced PNP Allocations Across Canada

Future of Provincial Nominee Programs in Canada

Conclusion

Introduction

Canada’s immigration landscape has undergone significant changes with the latest developments in the Provincial Nominee Program (PNP). The province of Newfoundland and Labrador has successfully negotiated an increase of 1,000 in its 2025 PNP allocations, bringing its total nominations to 2,050. This change comes amidst broader reductions in PNP landings targets across Canada.

Wave Immigration Consultant is here to provide expert guidance on navigating these evolving policies. If you are looking for the best immigration consultant in Delhi, Wave Visas is your trusted partner.

Increased PNP Allocations for Newfoundland and Labrador

The provincial government of Newfoundland and Labrador has successfully increased its PNP allocations for 2025 to 2,050, while maintaining 475 spaces under the Atlantic Immigration Program (AIP). This brings the total nomination spaces to 2,525 for the province.

Initially, the IRCC had announced a drastic 50% reduction in PNP nominations across provinces, which had cut Newfoundland and Labrador’s allocation to just 1,050. However, through strategic negotiations, the province managed to regain a significant portion of its nominations.

Temporary Pause in NLPNP Applications

To manage the increased allocation effectively, the Newfoundland and Labrador Provincial Nominee Program (NLPNP) has decided to temporarily pause the intake of new applications until mid-February. During this period:

The 25-day service standard will be suspended.

Healthcare workers and in-demand occupations will still be processed on a case-by-case basis.

New tools will be developed to streamline immigration processing.

How NLPNP Negotiated Higher Allocations

Newfoundland and Labrador secured its increased allocation by committing to welcome 290 humanitarian migrants over the next two years. These migrants, including those affected by crises in Ukraine, Sudan, and Hong Kong, will be supported by federal funding for relocation and housing.

This agreement between the province and the federal government highlights a new condition for increasing PNP allocations: accepting more humanitarian immigrants.

Impact on Other Provinces

Other provinces have not yet seen similar increases in their allocations. Immigration Minister Marc Miller emphasized that provinces willing to support asylum seekers may have a better chance of regaining lost PNP spots.

His statement suggests that other provinces must negotiate with IRCC if they wish to restore their allocations. Newfoundland and Labrador’s successful negotiations serve as an example of how provinces can reclaim their lost immigration spaces.

Reduced PNP Allocations Across Canada

Despite Newfoundland and Labrador’s success, most provinces have faced significant reductions in PNP allocations. The table below compares 2025 allocations to 2024 levels:

Province / Territory

2025 Allocation

2024 Allocation

Alberta

4,875

9,750

British Columbia

4,000

8,000

Manitoba

4,750

9,540

New Brunswick

2,750

5,500

Northwest Territories

150

300

Saskatchewan

3,625

8,000

Yukon

215

430

These reductions are part of IRCC’s broader policy to cut the PNP landings target in half for 2025. The overall target for 2025 has been reduced from a planned 120,000 to just 55,000.

Future of Provincial Nominee Programs in Canada

With the federal government emphasizing a more controlled approach to immigration, the future of the PNP is uncertain. The reduction in allocations is aimed at addressing affordability and housing challenges. However, many provincial leaders argue that these cuts will negatively impact economic growth and labor market demands.

Provinces that are willing to accommodate more humanitarian immigrants may have a stronger case for negotiating increased PNP allocations in the future. If other provinces follow Newfoundland and Labrador’s lead, we may see further adjustments to PNP targets in the coming months.

Conclusion

The changes in Newfoundland and Labrador’s PNP allocation demonstrate the evolving nature of Canada’s immigration policies. While some provinces face significant cuts, strategic negotiations can lead to restored allocations. If you are planning to immigrate to Canada, staying informed about these changes is crucial.

For expert guidance, Wave Immigration Consultant provides tailored solutions to help you navigate the latest immigration policies. Contact Wave Visas, the best immigration consultant in Delhi, to explore your options today!

Corporate Office : 2nd Floor, Right Side, Building No. 5, Kehar Singh Estate Westend Marg, Lane No. 2, Saidulajab, Saket New Delhi 110030.

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 12.31 (after 1950)

1951 – Cold War: The Marshall Plan expires after distributing more than US$13.3 billion in foreign aid to rebuild Western Europe. 1955 – General Motors becomes the first U.S. corporation to make over US$1 billion in a year. 1956 – The Romanian Television network begins its first broadcast in Bucharest. 1961 – RTÉ, Ireland's state broadcaster, launches its first national television service. 1963 – The Central African Federation officially collapses, subsequently becoming Zambia, Malawi and Rhodesia. 1965 – Jean-Bédel Bokassa, leader of the Central African Republic army, and his military officers begin a coup d'état against the government of President David Dacko. 1968 – The first flight of the Tupolev Tu-144, the first civilian supersonic transport in the world. 1968 – MacRobertson Miller Airlines Flight 1750 crashes near Port Hedland, Western Australia, killing all 26 people on board. 1981 – A coup d'état in Ghana removes President Hilla Limann's PNP government and replaces it with the Provisional National Defence Council led by Flight lieutenant Jerry Rawlings. 1983 – The AT&T Bell System is broken up by the United States Government. 1983 – Benjamin Ward is appointed New York City Police Department's first ever African American police commissioner. 1983 – In Nigeria, a coup d'état led by Major General Muhammadu Buhari ends the Second Nigerian Republic. 1991 – All official Soviet Union institutions have ceased operations by this date, five days after the Soviet Union is officially dissolved. 1992 – Czechoslovakia is peacefully dissolved in what is dubbed by media as the Velvet Divorce, resulting in the creation of the Czech Republic and the Slovak Republic. 1994 – This date is skipped altogether in Kiribati as the Phoenix Islands and Line Islands change time zones from UTC−11:00 to UTC+13:00 and UTC−10:00 to UTC+14:00, respectively. 1994 – The First Chechen War: The Russian Ground Forces begin a New Year's storming of Grozny. 1995 – The final comic of Calvin and Hobbes is published. 1998 – The European Exchange Rate Mechanism freezes the values of the legacy currencies in the Eurozone, and establishes the value of the euro currency. 1999 – The first President of Russia, Boris Yeltsin, resigns from office, leaving Prime Minister Vladimir Putin as the acting President and successor. 1999 – The U.S. government hands control of the Panama Canal (as well all the adjacent land to the canal known as the Panama Canal Zone) to Panama. This act complied with the signing of the 1977 Torrijos–Carter Treaties. 1999 – Indian Airlines Flight 814 hijacking ends after seven days with the release of 190 survivors at Kandahar Airport, Afghanistan. 2004 – The official opening of Taipei 101, the tallest skyscraper at that time in the world, standing at a height of 509 metres (1,670 ft). 2009 – Both a blue moon and a lunar eclipse occur. 2010 – Tornadoes touch down in midwestern and southern United States, including Washington County, Arkansas; Greater St. Louis, Sunset Hills, Missouri, Illinois, and Oklahoma, with a few tornadoes in the early hours. A total of 36 tornadoes touched down, resulting in the deaths of nine people and $113 million in damages. 2011 – NASA succeeds in putting the first of two Gravity Recovery and Interior Laboratory satellites in orbit around the Moon. 2014 – A New Year's Eve celebration stampede in Shanghai kills at least 36 people and injures 49 others. 2015 – A fire breaks out at the Downtown Address Hotel in Downtown Dubai, United Arab Emirates, located near the Burj Khalifa, two hours before the fireworks display is due to commence. Sixteen injuries were reported; one had a heart attack, another suffered a major injury, and fourteen others with minor injuries. 2018 – Thirty-nine people are killed after a ten-story building collapses in the industrial city of Magnitogorsk, Russia. 2019 – The World Health Organization is informed of cases of pneumonia with an unknown cause, detected in Wuhan. This later turned out to be COVID-19, the cause of the COVID-19 pandemic.

[dyethin14]

Understanding Circuit Board Electronic Components: A Comprehensive Guide

In today's digital world, electronic devices have become an essential part of our daily lives. But what makes these devices tick? At the heart of every electronic device lies a circuit board—a masterpiece of tiny electronic components working together to perform complex tasks. In this article, we’ll dive deep into the fascinating world of circuit board electronic components, exploring each element’s role and how they contribute to the overall functionality of the device.

What is a Circuit Board?

A circuit board, often referred to as a PCB (Printed Circuit Board), is a flat board used to mechanically support and electrically connect various electronic components. These components work in unison to perform a specific task. Think of the circuit board as the skeleton and nervous system of an electronic device—it holds everything together and allows communication between parts.

Types of Circuit Boards

Single-sided PCB: Has one layer of conducting material.

Double-sided PCB: Contains two layers for components and connections.

Multi-layer PCB: Complex boards with multiple layers for advanced applications.

The Role of Electronic Components on a Circuit Board

Every electronic device you interact with is powered by a carefully designed circuit board filled with various components. These components might be tiny, but each one has a critical role in the operation of the device. Here's a breakdown of the most important electronic components you’ll find on a typical circuit board.

1. Resistors

Resistors are fundamental components that control the flow of electrical current. They resist the flow of electrons, hence the name "resistor." Their primary function is to reduce current flow, adjust signal levels, and divide voltages in a circuit. Without resistors, circuits would allow too much current to flow, potentially damaging other components.

Types of Resistors

Fixed resistors: Have a set resistance value.

Variable resistors: Allow adjustment of the resistance.

2. Capacitors

Capacitors store and release electrical energy in a circuit. They are often compared to small rechargeable batteries that quickly charge and discharge. Capacitors help smooth out fluctuations in voltage, filter noise, and store energy for future use.

Common Uses of Capacitors

Energy storage

Signal filtering

Voltage stabilization

3. Inductors

Inductors are components that store energy in a magnetic field when electrical current flows through them. They resist changes in current and are typically used in circuits to filter signals, manage power, and store energy.

Applications of Inductors

Power supplies

Radio frequency circuits

Noise suppression in circuits

4. Diodes

A diode is like a one-way valve for electricity, allowing current to flow in only one direction. They are vital in circuits to prevent reverse currents, which can damage components.

Types of Diodes

Light-emitting diodes (LEDs): Produce light when current flows through.

Zener diodes: Regulate voltage within a circuit.

5. Transistors

The transistor is a versatile component used to amplify or switch electronic signals. In essence, transistors are like tiny switches that turn signals on and off rapidly, making them essential in modern electronics.

Types of Transistors

NPN transistors: Allow current flow when a small voltage is applied to the base.

PNP transistors: Conduct when the base is negatively charged.

How Circuit Board Components Work Together

In a circuit, each component has a specific role, and together they form a cohesive system. For example:

Capacitors and resistors may work together to filter signals or smooth out voltage fluctuations.

Transistors and diodes ensure that signals are amplified or directed properly.

Integrated circuits handle the complex tasks, processing data, and controlling the overall system.

Choosing the Right Components for Your Circuit Board

When designing or repairing a circuit board, choosing the correct components is crucial. Some factors to consider include:

Voltage requirements

Power consumption

Signal type and frequency

Physical size and compatibility

Conclusion

Circuit boards are an integral part of any electronic device. The various components on the board each play a specific role in ensuring the device functions as intended. Understanding these components, from resistors to integrated circuits, is essential for anyone working with electronics, whether you're designing a new system or troubleshooting an existing one.

[corrupcionenpr]

La gente no aguanta más golpes al bolsillo, dice alcaldesa de Loiza al reclamarle a la Junta de Control Fiscal que no estrangule a los municipios y trabaje con el desarrollo económico como le exige PROMESA.

[queenofcandynsoda]

Sol Fertilis as an island

In non-future AUs, Sol Fertilis is an island in the Mediterranean Sea. In its history, it was a part of the Roman Empire, being an agricultural island. After the collapse of the Roman Empire, it continued as smaller nation-states until 1894, when it united as the Verdorica Republic. It lasted for under thirty years due to heavy corruption. 

After the collapse of the Verdorica Republic during the Inter-War Period, the Federal Republic of Sol Fertilis came as the existing PNP revolutionized the nation with industrialization in the North and East. During that period, early rank creation started. At the beginning of World War II, Nazi-Ostania invaded the North-east portion of the country. Zandia made an agreement with Nazi-Ostania for the Aryan projects and “occultist” practices. Zandia was one of the locations where Nazi criminals would hide, especially those that were connected to the Nazi occupation in Sol Fertilis. This was the primary reason why relations between the two island nations were strained. The country was able to resist Nazi occupation long enough before Allied forces came over in 1944. After the end of the war, Sol Fertilis allied with America, Britain, and France to avoid the Soviet Union’s influence. However, at the same time, they kept a watchful eye towards the United States.

During the Cold War, state-sponsored terrorism that connected to Zandia, especially once the Church of Blood took full control of the Zandian government in the 1950s. Zandia used Le Croci, which was a teen gang that was indoctrinated by the Church of Blood, to commit several terrorist attacks, including the Alexandra Christmas Bombings, which is the biggest Catholic church in Sol Fertilis.

Sol Fertilis has maintained good relations with Western and Mediterranean nations, mainly France, Italy, Spain, and Portugal, especially after the isolation period from 1945 to 1950 had ended. Since the creation of the Open-Door policy, relations with other nations have improved except for Zandia. The Open-Door policy allowed the lower ranks to have passports, causing them to tour neighboring nations. Sol Fertilis has even worked with other nations in capturing international and war criminals.

After the Russian invasion of Ukraine in 2022, there are plans to join NATO and begin to distance themselves from China, Belarus, and North Korea.

Sol Fertilis is located southwest of Sardinia, north of Algeria, east of the Balearic Islands, and south of France and Spain. Its major industries are agriculture, forestry, entertainment, manufacturing of materials, and tourism.

[dynamhobby]

Dynam C-188 Crop Duster Orange RC Scale Plane

Dynam C-188 Crop Duster Orange Radio Controlled Scale Airplane 1500mm 59" Wingspan - PNP/BNF/RTF - DY8967OR

The Model C-188 is a family of light agricultural aircraft produced between 1966 and 1983 in the United States. Dynam has made a scale replica of this iconic aircraft (complete with pre-installed flaps!) Dynam brings the Model C-188 to life with this fun RC electric model.

[hanasnx]

Kinktober: House of Amateurs - S1E25

MINORS DNI 18+

SUMMARY: october 25th | wednesday bodyjobs: footjob WC: 0.8k | CHARACTERS: anakin skywalker x f!reader WARNINGS: f!reader | switch!anakin | pnp | onanism | kinks: feet, size, degradation, praise | biting | body image: “wearing toe rings and nail polish.” | no y/n

KRAYT HOUSE M.LIST | NAVI | INBOX | @KRAYTHOUSE

“Are we gonna do this or not?” Anakin questions, yet his tone of voice is uncharacteristically amused, finding endearment within your ability to be coy. He advances on you, and from your lounge position on the chaise you halt him with the ball of your foot against his chest. A playful grin stretches onto your lips while your teeth sink into your lower one, scanning his picturesque bare body. His cock is at the ready, its tip blushing a delicious mauve. You’ve mirrored him, not a shred of clothing on you.

“Don’t rush me, Skywalker, there’s no time limit.” you tell him, stretching out your leg to back him up until his calves bump a seat. Obediently, he sits. He pivots his head away to eye you through suspicious narrowed eyes. The game you’re inventing as you go along is a mystery to him, and he’s in a rare curious mood. Granted, you’re nervous to be re-introduced to his infamous cock— glancing at how it stands tall and proud— but you inhale to calm yourself. His gaze turns on his sternum, and the cold pads of your toes as they travel down. They catch on the thin rolls of his abdomen, and you continue on until his coarse pubic hair tickles your skin. Drawing your leg to yourself, you brush the ball of your foot against his tip, and it bobs from the contact. Simultaneously, your gazes flicker up to meet, the same idea striking like lightning in your minds.

Tentatively, you reach again, toeing his head in a toying manner, and you register the way he moistens his lips. A dab of his pre-cum sticks to the tip of your big toe. So he reflects your curiosity mixed with his brand of impatience by clapping a hand around the top of your foot, enveloping the circumference of the appendage. “Hey!” you interject, bracing yourself as you fall back onto the chaise when he tugs you closer.

Intent on exploring the foreign feeling further, he stretches your digits apart by flossing his glans between them. It tickles, and you clutch the cushion as you allow him to do as he pleases.

“Ani, you’re so fucking gross.” you chastise, weakly pulling your leg back, but his grip is infallible. “It’s sticky! Ani, c’mon, it feels weird!” you whine, shifting to your side to rest your cheek against the chaise. The ridges of his cock against the sensitive parts of your foot makes you wiggle.

To appease you, Anakin lifts your limb up to his mouth. Warm, and wet, he sucks on your big toe first, moving along to lick around each digit. Cleaning the slime off with sodden pops and you can’t keep still.

“Every bit of you is pretty, you know that? Even your fucking feet. Such pretty fucking feet.” he tells you, his breath ragged as he speaks in between fishing your foot in his mouth.

“Anakin!” you gasp, and it earns you a disciplinary bite onto your bridge. His free hand grasps the base of his dick, his craving for friction inescapable as he pumps it while he worships you. Debasing himself for your entertainment, to show you he’ll get off to any part of your body, doesn’t matter what it is. He would fuck it all if he could. So he does.

“That’s it, baby, keep ‘em just like that.” he exhales, his large hands cupping around the tops of your feet, molding them around his cock as he fucks the hole you’ve both created for him. “Can’t believe you’re letting this nasty dick fuck these pretty feet, huh? You know where this cock has been?”

You shake your head, pinching your brows together. It’s not that you receive pleasure from this— in fact it’s barely bearable because of the delicacy— but his sheer ardor is infectious. Your view consists of his herculean chest and arms flexing with each thrust, how he controls your movements expertly as he slams his shaft through. It’s so overwhelming your hole spasms around nothing, and you fight jealousy over how he’s fucking something other than you.

“Did you want this? Is that why you were putting ‘em all over me?” he taunts, tipping his head back as his mouth hangs open. The appendages begin to ache from the poise. “That’s why you’ve got this nail polish on. Cute toe rings. Bet you’re a little closet fetishist. And you call me the freak. Don’t forget I can see your little pussy from here, you’re fucking dripping.”

[adricimmigration1]

Top Benefits of Hiring Immigration Consultants for Canada

Canada remains one of the most preferred destinations for skilled professionals, students, and families planning to start a new life abroad. From world-class healthcare to ample job opportunities and a high quality of life, Canada’s Permanent Residency (PR) program attracts many hopeful applicants—especially from cities like Bangalore. However, applying for Canadian PR is a detailed and sensitive process that requires precision and proper planning. That’s where the best immigration consultants for Canada come into the picture. With the support of the Top Immigration Consultants in Bangalore, applicants can confidently navigate complex visa procedures, document requirements, and eligibility criteria.

Why Hiring a Canada Immigration Consultant Matters

While many people try to apply for Canadian PR on their own, working with an experienced immigration consultant increases the chances of approval and reduces the likelihood of costly errors. Canadian immigration policies and programs change frequently, and staying updated is not easy for someone without professional support. That’s why hiring a consultant isn’t just a smart choice—it’s a valuable investment in your future.

Top Benefits of Hiring Immigration Consultants for Canada

✅ 1. Professional Profile Assessment

Consultants evaluate your education, work experience, language proficiency, and age to determine if you qualify for Express Entry, Provincial Nominee Program (PNP), or other Canadian immigration pathways.

✅ 2. Customized Immigration Strategy

Every applicant’s background is unique. A consultant builds a personalized roadmap based on your strengths and requirements to ensure the highest chance of success.

✅ 3. CRS Score Optimization

Your Comprehensive Ranking System (CRS) score matters in Express Entry. Consultants guide you on how to improve your score—whether through language tests, education enhancements, or additional work experience.

✅ 4. End-to-End Documentation Support

From Educational Credential Assessment (ECA) to proof of funds and reference letters, consultants help you gather, verify, and submit all required documents in a compliant manner.

✅ 5. Expert Handling of Express Entry and PNP Applications

These applications must be filed with precision. Consultants help you meet deadlines, complete forms accurately, and follow all required steps under IRCC guidelines.

✅ 6. Avoid Costly Mistakes and Rejections

One small error in your application or documentation can result in a delay or refusal. Consultants double-check everything to minimize risk.

✅ 7. Time-Saving and Stress-Free Process

Consultants handle the entire process—from profile creation to follow-ups—saving you time and reducing your stress while ensuring you don’t miss any important steps.

✅ 8. Transparent Guidance and Support

Reputed consultants offer honest advice, regular updates, and clarity in pricing—making sure you’re always informed and in control.

What to Look for in a Good Immigration Consultant

Years of experience in Canadian immigration

Knowledge of the latest visa rules and PR policies

Transparent fee structure

Strong track record of successful PR applications

Assistance with IELTS prep, SOPs, and documentation

Office presence and availability for direct interaction (if needed)

Working with the Top Immigration Consultants in Bangalore gives you the advantage of expert insights and personalized support at every stage of your immigration journey.

Conclusion

Canada PR is more than just a dream—it’s an achievable goal when guided by the right professionals. Whether you're applying through Express Entry, PNP, or any other Canadian immigration stream, the process becomes much easier and more successful when handled by the best immigration consultants for Canada. With the expert assistance of the Top Immigration Consultants in Bangalore, you gain confidence, save time, and take the right steps toward building your future in Canada.

[vapearrival]

VOOPOO Drag 5 Kit Mod Tank Starter Kit 177W 

The VOOPOO Drag 5 Kit goes beyond raw power and sleek design by offering a highly interactive and intelligent vaping experience, Voopoo Drag 5 sub ohm kit welcomes the 5th generation of the drag series introducing upgrades experience flavor thanks to the compatible PnP X coils with a 0.15ohm and 0.3ohm coil straight out of the box.

With a new and outstanding C-frame design, you may replace batteries without the need for a battery door by simply pulling open the device’s side. Powered by two 18650 batteries (not included), the Drag 5 can fire up to 177W for an exciting sub ohm vaping experience. Thanks to the latest GENE TT 2.0 chip, the device delivers 4 modes including smart, RBA, eco, and TC modes to fine-tune your vape to match your preference.

VOOPOO Drag 5 Kit Features:

Dimensions: 55.09 x 27.40 x 142.40mm

Wattage Output: 5~177W

Voltage Output: 3.2~8.4V

Resistance Range: 0.5~3.0ohm

Working Modes: Smart, RBA, TC, ECO

Other Function: Flame Animation, Battery Evaluation System

Temperature Control: 100~315’C / 200~600’F

Chipset: GENE.TT 2.0 chipset

Battery Capacity: Dual 18650 Batteries (Not Included)

Firing System: Button Activated

Chassis Material: Zinc Alloy + Leather

Display Screen: 0.96 Inch TFT Screen

Tank Capacity: Max 5.5ml

Filling System: Top Filling

Airflow Control: Top Airflow

Coil Compatibility: VOOPOO PnP X Coils

Drip Tip: 810

Connection: 510

Charging Port: Type-C 5V / 3A

i0.wp.com

#vapeshop#vape#model#voopoo#drag 5 kit

Blaze

0 notes

[jaimedelcastillojaramillo]

ANÁLISIS: VELASCO ELIMINÓ A POLICÍAS APRISTAS QLO TRAICIONARON EN 1975 X...

ANÁLISIS: “MAL HIZO EL MP DE LIBERAR A ESOS DESADAPTADOS QUE JALONEARON Y DESACATARON A UNA MUJER PNP DE TRÁNSITO. CFK RECIBIÓ CONFIRMACIÓN DE SU SENTENCIA PENAL QUE LA INHABILITA A PARTICIPAR EN POLÍTICA TAMBIÉN Y SEIS AÑOS DE CONDENA. TRUMP ES UN DEMENTE QUE HUNDIRÁ MÁS A EEUU Y CHINA Y RUSIA SE APROVECHARÁN DE ELLO. ¿CÓMO EEUU RECIBIÓ CON LOS BRAZOS ABIERTOS A ESOS BESTIALES CRIMINALES DE GUERRA NAZI DIZQUE MÉDICOS QUE HABÍAN EXPERIMENTADO CON SERES VIVOS SEAN BEBES O ANCIANOS O MUJERES EMBARAZADAS, ETC., O TAMBIÉN CUANDO RECIBIERON A LOS CIENTÍFICOS NAZIS PARA QUE LES CONSTRUYAN LA BOMBA ATÓMICA? SIN EMBARGO AHORA TRUMP SIENDO HIJO DE INMIGRANTES LOS EXPULSA IMPÍAMENTE. CHINA EMPEZÓ SU INDUSTRIALIZACIÓN DESPUÉS DE PRODUCIR SUS PROPIOS PROFESIONALES Y COPIANDO PRODUCTOS OCCIDENTALES SIN PAGAR LOS DERECHOS. AGUSTÍN LOZANO DE LA FPF DEBE IR PRESO YA, EEUU YA LE REVOCÓ LA VISA JUNTO A SUS FAMILIARES POR ESTAR VINCULADO AL DELITO DE LAVADO DE ACTIVOS. JUAN VELASCO ALVARADO NOS SALVÓ DE QUE LAS FARC PERUANAS SE INSTALEN POR DÉCADAS ENLUTANDO FAMILIAS Y CREANDO EL TERROR COMO LO VIENEN HACIENDO EN COLOMBIA Y QUE TENDRÁ VIOLENCIA POR MUCHOS AÑOS PORQUE LA DERECHA COLOMBIANA NO SÓLO ES CAVERNARIA SINO BRUTAL Y CRIMINAL. HUELGA POLICIAL O DE LA GC DEL AÑO 1975 FUE INSTIGADA POR LOS APRISTAS DE LA POLICÍA Y VELASCO LOS ASESINÓ EN LA MADRUGADA DE FEBRERO DE 1975 Y LUEGO VINO EL SAQUEO DE LIMA DEL MISMO AÑO DONDE PARTICIPÓ EL APRA Y AP LIDERANDO CON EL BILLETE DE LA CIA Y DE LA OLIGARQUÍA HERIDA POR VELASCO, LUEGO VENDRÍA EL TACNAZO DEL FELÓN GRAL EP MORALES BERMÚDEZ. GENERALES EP DE IZQUIERDA FUERON FERNÁNDEZ MALDONADO Y LEONÍDAS RODRÍGUEZ FIGUEROA QUIENES APOYARON A VELASCO ALVARADO Y POR ELLO LA CIA PENETRÓ Y COLONIZÓ MENTALMENTE A NUESTRAS FFAA CONVIRTIÉNDOLAS EN ANTICOMUNISTAS A FIN QUE NUNCA MÁS APAREZCA UN VELASCO ALVARADO EN LAS FFAA.”

ANÁLISIS POLÍTICO: “MAL HIZO EL MP DE LIBERAR A ESOS DESADAPTADOS QUE JALONEARON Y DESACATARON A UNA MUJER PNP DE TRÁNSITO debieron guardar prisión por lo menos 48 horas por equidad en la administración de justicia. CFK RECIBIÓ CONFIRMACIÓN DE SU SENTENCIA PENAL QUE LA INHABILITA A PARTICIPAR EN POLÍTICA TAMBIÉN Y SEIS AÑOS DE CONDENA y nos parece muy bien. TRUMP ES UN DEMENTE QUE HUNDIRÁ MÁS A EEUU Y CHINA Y RUSIA SE APROVECHARÁN DE ELLO y es posible que Trump no termine su mandato por el caos interno que está creando. ¿CÓMO EEUU RECIBIÓ CON LOS BRAZOS ABIERTOS A ESOS BESTIALES CRIMINALES DE GUERRA NAZI DIZQUE MÉDICOS QUE HABÍAN EXPERIMENTADO CON SERES VIVOS SEAN BEBES O ANCIANOS O MUJERES EMBARAZADAS, ETC., O TAMBIÉN CUANDO RECIBIERON A LOS CIENTÍFICOS NAZIS PARA QUE LES CONSTRUYAN LA BOMBA ATÓMICA? SIN EMBARGO AHORA TRUMP SIENDO HIJO DE INMIGRANTES LOS EXPULSA IMPÍAMENTE y esto ha generado la repulsa mundial e interna y ya está recibiendo firme oposición sistemática. CHINA EMPEZÓ SU INDUSTRIALIZACIÓN DESPUÉS DE PRODUCIR SUS PROPIOS PROFESIONALES Y COPIANDO PRODUCTOS OCCIDENTALES SIN PAGAR LOS DERECHOS y eso hizo capitalizar a China y generar nuevos profesionales de alto nivel y además nuevos empresarios privados bajo control estatal y luego la historia ya es conocida. AGUSTÍN LOZANO DE LA FPF DEBE IR PRESO YA, EEUU YA LE REVOCÓ LA VISA JUNTO A SUS FAMILIARES POR ESTAR VINCULADO AL DELITO DE LAVADO DE ACTIVOS y el MP debe apurar esas carpetas fiscales y enviar a prisión a ese tipejo. JUAN VELASCO ALVARADO NOS SALVÓ DE QUE LAS FARC PERUANAS SE INSTALEN POR DÉCADAS ENLUTANDO FAMILIAS Y CREANDO EL TERROR COMO LO VIENEN HACIENDO EN COLOMBIA Y QUE TENDRÁ VIOLENCIA POR MUCHOS AÑOS PORQUE LA DERECHA COLOMBIANA NO SÓLO ES CAVERNARIA SINO BRUTAL Y CRIMINAL y es que en Colombia nunca hubo reforma agraria al estilo de Velasco Alvarado.”... declaró el ANALISTA POLÍTICO con Maestría en Ciencia Política y Catedrático Universitario de Ciencia Política y Derecho Constitucional Dr. Jaime Del Castillo Jaramillo abogado por la UNMSM, para la popular estación en Lima Metropolitana: RADIO MODERNA o Radio Papá en la 930 AM, la entrevista fue vía Zoom para el tradicional programa bandera de esa estación radial: “LO BUENO, LO MALO Y LO FEO” con la dirección del legendario locutor SALVADOR OTOYA popularmente conocido como “El Lechucero” en los años 70’s y vía internet, y también agregó y dijo que: “HUELGA POLICIAL O DE LA GC DEL AÑO 1975 FUE INSTIGADA POR LOS APRISTAS DE LA POLICÍA Y VELASCO LOS ASESINÓ EN LA MADRUGADA DE FEBRERO DE 1975 Y LUEGO VINO EL SAQUEO DE LIMA DEL MISMO AÑO DONDE PARTICIPÓ EL APRA Y AP LIDERANDO CON EL BILLETE DE LA CIA Y DE LA OLIGARQUÍA HERIDA POR VELASCO, LUEGO VENDRÍA EL TACNAZO DEL FELÓN GRAL EP MORALES BERMÚDEZ y ese importante pasaje de la historia está debidamente probado y documentado hoy. GENERALES EP DE IZQUIERDA FUERON FERNÁNDEZ MALDONADO Y LEONÍDAS RODRÍGUEZ FIGUEROA QUIENES APOYARON A VELASCO ALVARADO Y POR ELLO LA CIA PENETRÓ Y COLONIZÓ MENTALMENTE A NUESTRAS FFAA CONVIRTIÉNDOLAS EN ANTICOMUNISTAS A FIN QUE NUNCA MÁS APAREZCA UN VELASCO ALVARADO EN LAS FFAA y hasta hoy la CIA tiene bajo control a nuestras FFAA para que no aparezcan militares nacionalistas y patriotas.”… todo eso y mucho más declaró el analista político Jaime Del Castillo Jaramillo entre otros tópicos interesantes, eso fue este miércoles 11/06/25 ...

[johndei]

“Into His Plans”

by Ade John Gestole

His plans are always greater—far beyond what we can prepare, expect, or imagine. What we thought was a setback turned out to be a setup for something more beautiful. I’m writing this to share a living testimony of how Yahweh El Shaddai moved in ways we didn’t plan, but deeply needed, during our Youth Spiritual Leadership Camp 2025.

Everything in Caniaw was ready—the sound system, tents, mess area, and every detail had been carefully laid out after nearly two months of roller coaster planning. It was supposed to be the grand unfolding of what we had prayed and prepared for.

But then, the unexpected happened.

The skies broke open. The rain poured very hard. The campsite began to flood. In just minutes, everything we worked hard for seemed to be falling apart.

I found myself standing in the middle of the downpour, the rain hitting my face like a thousand reminders that I was no longer in control. Around me, the youth were scrambling for cover—soaking wet, clinging to their bags, trying to protect each other. There was no comfortable space, no dry ground, no shelter that felt safe. Everything felt like it was slipping.

And there I stood—“tulala”. Frozen. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. My heart was heavy, my thoughts spinning. But deep in that silence, I found myself talking to Him.

"Lord, Your plan is better than mine."

It wasn’t a declaration—it was a quiet surrender. A whispered confession in the middle of the storm. I didn’t know what would happen next. I didn’t have answers. But I chose to believe that He did. That the same God who called us to this camp would also carry us through it.

And then something shifted.

With hearts united and safety in mind, the steering committee made the decision to relocate the entire camp to our office at Palacio de Gobernador in San Vicente. No concrete backup plan. Just faith—and the will to move forward.

I almost broke down. The weight of the storm, the sudden change, and the fear of everything falling apart was overwhelming. But I held on—because this wasn’t about me. It was about the nearly 100 young participants who came seeking growth, connection, and an encounter with God. They deserved strength. They deserved leadership rooted in faith.

One by one, people began moving —not in panic, but with purpose because I did not hear any complaints from anyone in the camp site. Youth Leaders guided the participants. Hands reached out to help. Volunteers packed up soaked supplies with urgency and care. I saw faith in motion—people rising, not giving up. It was no longer about holding on to the plan. It was about holding on to each other—and holding on to God.

That was the moment I knew: this wasn’t failure. It was a divine reroute. Not a disruption, but a redirection. A holy breaking point where our plans ended and His plans began.

And then came the miracle.

Everything began to fall into place. Our unprepared office welcomed us , and the flow of the program felt as though it had been prepared all along as there are changes to make as there are activities that our office could not cater. It didn’t feel like a compromise—it felt like God is starting to take over.

We give thanks to all those who became instruments of the goodness of the Lord.

To the Provincial Government of Ilocos Sur, led by Governor Hon. Jerry Singson, Vice Governor Ryan Luis Singson, and the Sangguniang Panlalawigan Members, thank you for your generous and unwavering support.

To Hon. Victor Singson (Vic Singson, Vic Singson), our very supportive PPSK President, who stood with us even during the heaviest rains, who never left our side, who assured of all the things that we need and whose hands-on presence—along with his staff including his SK Feds from different towns and the PYDO —meant everything, we are deeply grateful.

To our rescue partners—the Provincial Health Office, PDDRRM Office, RHU Bantay, PNP Bantay, PNP San Vicente, Metro Vigan Water District and the Caniaw Staff—thank you for saying “We will come with you to make sure everyone is safe” to ensure the safety and welfare of all the delegates.

Within our ministry, we recognize the spiritual pillars that held this camp together. Thank you to Sir Bro Vic Nuñez, our PFCC2 Disciple Head, and Sir Nem, his ever-present support head and all the preachers. To our Council Members, Worship Team, Youth for El Shaddai Ministry, the Creatives, Facilitators, Working Committees, Core Groups, Workers of the different chapters, and every volunteer who gave their time, strength, and heart—we honor your selfless service.

To those who supported financially, who quietly and generously shared their blessings—you are the unseen lifeblood of this mission and to all whom I haven’t mentioned, you are all appreciated and recognized. Because of you, the camp did not just push through; it triumphed.

This camp will not be remembered for the heavy rain that interrupted it—but for the faith that sustained it. For the people who intercede behind it. And for the God who realigned it to His perfect will.

When I said “Rain or shine, the camp will push through,” it wasn’t just confidence—it was trust. Trust that God would be with us no matter what. And He was. He didn’t just show up—He carried us. Through the rain, through the chaos, through the uncertainty. What we thought would drench our dreams only revealed how powerful He is and to show to every kabataan that God is real, that God is present and that God is indeed Almighty.

One youth participant said, “Kung hindi umulan, hindi rin siguro kami magiging ganito ka-close. Dahil sa nangyari, nagsama-sama kami sa maliit na space—nagkaroon ng oras para magbonding, makilala ang isa’t isa, at higit sa lahat, lumalim sa pananampalataya. Ang inakala naming hindi masaya, naging daan pala ng Diyos upang paglapitin kami—sa isa’t isa, at sa Kanya.”

Indeed, "One Kabataan: Isang Bigkis, Isang Tinig, Isang Pananalig" came to life not because we followed our plan—but because we followed His.

One youth. One bond. One voice. One unwavering faith. All because we surrendered—not to fear, not to failure—but into His Plans.

TO GOD BE THE GLORY!

#YSLC2025 #OneKabataan