#bobo marquez

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Marquez familia

Boss: Valerie Marquez

Consigliere: Victor Marquez

Madame: Loretta Marquez

Gigolo: Bobo Marquez

underboss: Cole Marquez

bottom bitch: Elena Marquez

solider: Nico Marquez

Wife: Sabrina Marquez

Solider: Daisy Marquez

Strategist: Alicia Marquez

Spy: Diego Marquez

Spy: Dora Marquez

Spy: Boots Marquez

Spy: Guilermo Marquez

Spy: Isabella Marquez

[pooks]

okay, in case none of you know this, i am currently writing an Encanto long-fic called Por Amarte Así (it's still active, i have just taken a smaller break to compose the next chapter).

The fic is mostly centered around Mirabel and her boyfriend Javier, a young blacksmith. But there are so much more things happening, so i have taken the liberty to use a deleted character, polish him a bit because he will play an important role.

so I took this deleted character Bubo Marquez and did a whole redesign, some actual personality anc characterization.

His name is Roberto Marquez (only his mother used to call him "Bobo"). His father is Colombian (the baker of the encanto) while his mother was Chilean (she is long passed away in the canon setting). He is a year younger than Isabela and Dolores, he is a tutor and teaches children below school age in how to read, write and count. He's an excellent storyteller, very into drama and he's a self-proclaimed scientist, as he attempts to invent things to make life easier. His shed, more than often, explodes because of his inventions and experiments.

A running gag is that his hair is perfect (yes, that is a reference. figure out that one.)

He believes firmly that science is more reliable and stable than magic and he has clashed with Isabela since they were both in school. What most people don't know is that he's fond of Isabela when she is herself, he's very shy of his feelings and he pays dearly for it when he watches Isabela and Mariano in the movie events (you'know, so much pining and yearning).

Frankly, the union between Isabela and Roberto is also a union between magic and science, how those two elements can co-exist and honestly? Isabela is apparently into the awkward nerd-type. XD

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A new snippet, if you will—time to develop a character who by all accounts seems universally despised in this fandom. And indulge in a touch of scary writing, which is not my forte as far as I’m concerned. Let me know what you think!

Now with a sequel!

171. Horror

(nm) horror

Bobo Márquez grew up on stories of perfect dread.

Not too far away, his father had said—never too far away, always just around the corner—there was a village born of death. A place that grew from the severed head of a good man, a man named Madrigal, expanding and gnawing away at everything around them and trapping the people who fled with him.

And in that place, living in the fire of the still-burning heart of that long-dead man, was a witch and her three children.

The oldest was the most deceitful, the craftiest. With her food, she could heal the sick, and she was tricked long ago into being forced to do so for whoever asked. But so very often she would hide that healing beneath layers of poison, drugging the people around her to become addicted to her food. And when she was displeased with them, she could mix in real poison as well—so you would be healed, but you would feel as though death were the better option.

The middle child was the angriest, the most destructive. Her mind conjured blistering heat, great floods, storms where lightning blazed across the sky enough to turn night into day, and clouds thick and black enough to turn day into night. Her sister could heal you, but she could kill you with a thought. Burn you, freeze you solid, dry you into crumbling dust.

But the youngest was the most dangerous, the mildest and the most evil all in one. He could see to the end of the world and back with glowing eyes like green daggers; stare into those eyes too long and he would burn through your head. He could drown you in sand, leaving you choking, and fuse the sand to glass so there you were, forever trapped inside a living window. The worst of it all, though—and his father shook with rage and grief whenever he told this story—was that he could reach into time itself and steal your future. Ensure by walking into that time that your future would hold, and that that future would be a living nightmare. Until he tired of you, and cut you loose, and predicted a death for you. Sometimes it would be quick. Other times, he wasn’t so merciful.

The mother? No powers. The weakest. But she sacrificed her soul to the fire itself, and around her grew a monstrous fortress of thorns and black rocks that groaned and chittered and screamed like a living thing. From the crooked little house she ruled absolute over a valley of the dead, where the sky could change at a whim and the earth could trap you forever in glass and the only hope of salvation was something that would cut your insides like glass and never, ever let you go. And she fed that fire with the bodies of the children who were born in that valley, and ate what was left herself or gave it to her oldest to make into something to give to their parents.

The House of the Grieving Soul, Pá called it. La Casa de la Alma Llorona.

He liked scaring Bobo when he was younger, with those stories. Sometimes he’d tell stories about his lost sister, who was frozen solid in the youngest child’s glass, and hold Bobo close as he promised he would never let that happen to Bobo or his big sister. He’d laugh as Bobo pushed back, told his own stories of forcing the older daughter to only make good things and never use bits of children, striking down the younger daughter with a magic sword that absorbed her lightning and pushing her into the flood, trapping the wizard in his own glass, knocking down the tower, putting out the fire. (His favourite childhood toy, Jerrejerre the Armadillo, often featured in these as his guide and protector.) Other times Pá told him different stories, stories of travelling in the jungle, looking for treasure and ancient temples. Bobo liked those stories much better. They were calmer, and promised a long, full life instead of the deaths his parents seemed to want him to crave.

(His mother would listen in on these stories, and make suggestions sometimes. In retrospect, Bobo should have wondered a bit more about her enthusiasm, not to mention his father’s vehemence.)

Bobo—trying to be Roberto and on account of many factors failing miserably—is twenty-four now, and is too old for stories of the dangerous land of his childhood. He’s also far less close with his parents than once he was, and has taken to the jungles almost to spite them. And now he’s found the little village of San Ambrosio, and a beautiful house where a little boy plays with jaguars while his sister listens for frogs and his (rather pretty if slightly insane-looking...in a good way) cousin grows plants. And that’s fine.

But when the peaceful, sunlit valley is filled with a raging storm over the course of about a minute—and sweet little Antonio wonders aloud what must have upset Mami to his father, and his father eludes to his aunt’s food not making people as well as it should—

And he asks their name again, just to confirm (please, please) that it isn’t Madrigal—

Suddenly Bobo Márquez is actually in Hell for the first time in his life and there’s no way out.

[bewarethebasement]

Ang Boss at Mamboboso: Ang Libidinal at Liminal sa Politika ng “Arkanghel sa Maccrotel”

John Daryl Alcantara

Foreplay

Katulad ng danas ng panonood ng porno o isang live sex show, magsisimula ang danas ng dulang “Arkanghel sa Maccrotel” hindi sa mismong akto ng pagtatalik kundi sa antisipasyon ng mga manonood na masaksihan ito. Katulad rin ng isang blog na puno ng malalaswang kwento, hindi ka maaring makapasok sa Maccrotel nang hindi ka pumipirma sa kasunduang hindi pananagutan ng mga organizers kung ano man ang mangyari sa iyo sa kahabaan ng pagtatanghal. Ngunit kung bakit kailangan pa ng ganitong kontrata at ganitong paghahanda ay masasagot lamang sa sandali ng pag-arok sa iyo ng dula.

Una ka munang babatiin ng mga ungol na tumatagos sa siwang ng mga bintana. Sa ilang hakbang pa ay sasalubungin na ang iyong paningin ng hubad na mga katawan nina Gab (Third Alub), isang PR officer sa Tanggapan ng Pangulo, at Rap-rap (Maude Barcos), isang papalaos na baguhang artista. Naroon sila sa kama, na ilang metro lang ang layo sa iyo, pawisan at nagpapakasasa sa karangyaan ng kanilang pag-iisa.

Sa gitna ng mga naghahalinhinang hininga ng mga manonood ay magpapalitan sina Gab at Rap-rap ng laway at kwento. Magtatalo sila tungkol sa politika at showbiz, sa karahasan at pag-ibig, at sa mga kasinungalingang pinipili nating paniwalaan. Paulit-ulit nilang poproblematisahin ang etika ng pagtatanghal at pagpapakatotoo ng mga personalidad sa TV habang malay nila tayong inaanyayahang usisain ang mga natural na simbuyo ng  kanilang mga katawan. Kasabay ng pag-init ng silid ay ang pag-igting rin ng tensyon—sa pagitan ng dalawang  tauhan, at pagitan ng teksto, espasyo, aktor, at manonood— na tuluyang puputok sa iyo bago ka pa man makapag-check out.

Paninilip, Pagpipiring at Pagtatanikala

Talamak na sa iba’t ibang media ang imahe ng mga nakahubong tao at mga taong nakikibahagi/nag-aaya ng mga tagamasid na makibahagi sa isang sekswal na aktibidad. Ginagamit ang mga replikasyon nito sa mga patalastas para makabenta ng ideya o produkto. Sa pornograpiya, talamak ang reproduksyon ng mga naturang imahe bilang ang mismong kalakal na kailangang ipatalastas at ibenta. Ngunit pagdating sa larangan ng teatro, ang katawan ay katawan at hindi imahe lamang, at ang hubad na katawan ay ang pinakadalisay na lunsaran ng makatotohanang pagpapanggap.

Madaling sabihing cheap gimmick lang ang paglalagay ng may-akdang si Vlad Gonzales ng mga eksena ng pagtatalik at kahubdan sa dula para gawin itong mas kontrobersyal. Ngunit sa paglalim ng gabi, higit pa sa isyu ng prostitusyon ang kailangang sikmuraing kontrobersya ng mga manonood. Sumuong rin ang dula sa masalimuot na usapin ng pulitikal na karahasan, kabulukan ng burukrasya ng administrasyon, at armadong tunggalian sa bansa.

Magpasagayunpaman, hindi pa rin natin maitatanggi kung paano kinasangkapan ng production staff ang aspeto ng kahubdan at pagtatalik upang makahikayat ng mga manonood. ‘Sex sells’ ika nga nila, pero sa kaso ng libreng pagtatanghal na ito ay walang dikta ng pamilihan o kumbensyon ng isang establishment na kailangang sundin. Sa Maccrotel, ang Kahubdan at Pagtatalik ay mga integral na bahagi ng katawan ng teksto. Ibinibilad ang mga ito, o ang simulasyon ng mga ito, sa Titig ng mga manonood upang mas madali nilang masalat ang mga pahiwatig.

Hinahamon ng dula ang manonood na ukilkilin ang mga pwersa ng mga institusyon na nagmamando at humuhulma sa mga batayan natin ng Malaswa at Disente. Para gawin ito, kumatha si Gonzales ng dalawang tauhang parehong nasa industriya ng pagpapanggap: isang batikang PR officer at isang baguhang aktor na suma-sideline bilang callboy. Matapos ang kanilang unang pagtatalik, bibigyan tayo ng pagkakataong masilip ang kanilang pagkakakilanlan lampas sa guhit ng kanilang balat. Mauulinigan natin na esensyal na bahagi ng trabaho ni Gab ang pagsusulat ng mga talumpati at paghahanap ng magandang anggulo ng balita para sa kasalukuyang pangulo. Parang scriptwriter lang, sagot ni Rap-rap, na magbabahagi rin kung paanong bahagyang fabricated lang pala ang ‘sob story’ niya noong sumali siya sa isang reality show. Istratehiko ang pag-iping ni Gonzales ng dalawang trabaho kung saan ang pagbuo ng pampublikong imahe ay nakasalalay sa paghahabi ng mga salita. Ito ang ginamit niyang pambuwelo sa lahat ng mangyayaring bungguan ng balat at labanan ng ideya sa pagitan ng mga tauhan.

Malinaw ang nais nitong sabihin  hinggil sa panlinlinang ng mass media sa publiko, ngunit sa ilalim ng direksyon ni Allen Joy Marquez, tumagos ang pagsusuri ng panlilinlang sa daynamiks ng burgis na teatro. Sa naturang pagtatanghal, higit sa 40 na manonood ang ikinahon mismo sa loob ng apartment-turned-art-space na Nomina Nuda. Batid nila na kailangan rin nilang magpanggap na wala sila sa loob ng tanghalan, kundi nasa loob ng Maccrotel. Pero para maitawid ang ilusyon ng privacy, kailangan rin nilang itanggi na hindi sila nakikita ng mga gumaganap na aktor at hindi rin nila nakikita ang reaksyon ng ibang manonood. Sa ganitong moda binibinyagan ng teksto ang mga manonood—lalo na yung mga nasa labas ng Nomina Nuda na aktwal na sumisilip lang sa bintana—bilang mga literal at piguratibong mamboboso. Binibinyagan rin nito ang pook-tanghalan bilang isang liminal na espasyo, na pina-iigting pa lalo ng liminal na panahon ng dula—ang transisyon sa bagong administrasyon.

Sinamantala ni Marquez ang liminalidad na ito upang mas mapaglaruan ang dama at diwa ng mga tauhan, aktor, at manonood. Sa pamamagitan ng ganitong pisikal na pagpoposisyon, pinalalabo ng pagtatanghal hindi lamang ang linya sa pagitan ng mga pribado at pampublikong espasyo, at ng mga gawaing katatanggap-tanggap na gawin dito, kundi maski ang pag-iral ng fourth wall ng teatro. Sa Maccrotel, ang mga manonood ay isinasangkot sa naratibo bilang mga maninilip, bilang mga bulag na konsumer ng mga yaring katotohanan, at sa paglaon, bilang mga walang kibong saksi ng isang krimen.

Roleplay/Powerplay

Sa bandang dulong bahagi ng unang pagtatalik,  pakakantahin ni Gab si Rap-rap ng popular na pambatang awitin na ‘Baby Shark’. Mag-aatubili ang binata sa simula pero aawit pa rin ito habang marahas siyang binabayo ng kliyente niya sa puwet. Bahagyang magtatawanan ang mga manonood sa eksenang ito pero madarama mo rin ang pagkabagabag nila sa nasasaktang mukha ni Rap-rap.

Isa sa sentral na tema ng dula ang Paggampan o Roleplaying. Sa mundo ng dula, ang mga tauhan ay may ginagampanang mga imahe sa loob at labas ng hotel sa parehong paraang ang mga tauhan ay ginagampanan lang din ng mga aktor. Sa pamamagitan ng eksenang ito, binigyan ng patikim ang mga manonood ng kung paano sasalatin ng teksto ang mga bakas ng sabayang pag-iral ng politikal at sekswal na kapangyarihan. Inaanyayahan rin nito ang mga manonood na galugarin ang ugnayan ng mga pwersang ito sa katawan ng tao at sa kalagayan ng bansa.

Pagkatapos labasan ni Gab, dagliang babangon sa kama at magbibihis si Rap-rap sa desperadong pagtatangkang ikubli ang sariling kahihiyan. Magpapaalam siya para umalis pero pipilitin siya ni Gab na manatili. Mahaba pa ang gabi, ani Gab, sayang naman raw yung nirenta niya sa kwarto. Bagaman halatang nag-aalinlangan, mananatili si Rap-rap dahil hindi pa rin naman niya nakukuha ang bayad sa kaniyang serbisyo. Makikita natin dito kung paano tinatahi ng salapi ang ugnayan at paraan ng pakikipag-ugnayan ng mga uri sa lipunan. Kung sinong nakaaangat sa buhay ang siyang unang makararaos, at ang naghihikahos ay makararaos lamang sa pag-aproba ng nakaangat.

Sa konteksto ng dula, ang kolokyal na ‘top’ at ‘bottom’ ay hindi lamang mga katagang ginagamit sa pagtalakay ng homosekswal na pagtatalik. Sa halip, ang mga ito ay puwedeng ring tumukoy sa gendered na ugnayan ng mga pwersa sa isang macho-pasistang sistema. Binabalangkas nito si Gab bilang ang tipikal na agresibo at masculine na pinuno na nagtatanghal ng dayalektikong ugnayan ng  karangyaan/posisyon sa lipunan at ng virility ng isang tao. Si Rap-rap naman ang submisibo at  emasculated na lalaki: walang pera, sunud-sunuran, nagnanais kumawala ngunit hindi kaya.

Kasunod nito, paulit-ulit na babanggitin ni Gab na hindi pa ‘nakakapagpalabas’ si Rap-rap. Aalukin niya ito ng blowjob na siya namang tatanggihan ng binata. Para kumbinsihin ito, ibabahagi ni Gab ang karanasan niya sa isang dating kasintahan. Kung totoo, yari, o fabricated ang kwentong ito ay hindi na nilinaw sa pagtakbo ng kuwento. Para sa kaniya, ang pinaka-dalisay na paraan ng pagpapahayag ng tunay na pag-ibig ay ang pagsuko ng mangingibig sa iniibig, at iyon ay sa pamamagitan ng walang maliw na pagsubo ng tite at paglunok sa tamod nito.

Magpoprotesta ang baguhang artista sa simula ngunit mapapasuko na rin ito kalaunan sa husay ng batikang PR. Sa pagitan ng mga ungol, sapilitan ring susubuan ni Gab si Rap-rap ng mga kataga gaya ng “Bobo ang mga magsasaka!” at “Kasalanan ng NPA ang lahat!” na siya namang paulit-ulit na isisigaw ng binata hanggang sa labasan ito. Dito inehersisyo ni Gab ang hangganan ng kakayahan ng kaniyang bibig: bilang tagabuo at tagawasak ng mga ideya, bilang pampasigla ng libido, at bilang pampahina ng politikal na paninidigan. Nagresulta ito sa literal at piguratibong panghihina ng tuhod ng binata habang pikit-mata itong sumisigaw.

Binabaligtad ng teksto, sa gendered na pagbabalangkas na ito, ang tipikal na pagpapakahulugan sa akto ng pagtsupa. Matapos ang marahas niyang pagbayo kay Rap-rap sa simula, gagampanan naman ni Gab sa pamamagitan ng pagtsupa ang papel ng emasculated na Lalaki. Dito niya isinasabuhay, sa interpersonal na antas, ang relasyon ng Gobyerno at Mamamayan ayon sa retorikang “Kayo ang Boss Ko” ng Administrasyong Aquino. Ginamit ito ni Gab upang magluwal ng ilusyon na pinagsisilbihan ng top/nang-aaping uri ang bottom/uring inaapi nito.

Bagaman sinasabi ni Gab na ang pagtsupa ay pagsuko, at ang pagsuko ay pagmamahal, ang tunay niyang ginagawa ay pagsakop sa katawan, kapasyahan at politikal na kamalayan ng binata. Maihahambing rin natin ito sa pamamaraan ng mass media sa panandaliang pagpapatikim sa atin ng ating mga panggitnang-uring fantasya, habang nilalayo nito ang ating mga pandama sa materyal na kahirapang ating dinadanas.

Talik-tanaw

Lumulusong ang “Arkanghel sa Maccrotel” sa mga mala-lumpen, dekadente, at taboo na naratibo na kung hindi nalalapastangan ay iniiwasan ng mga manunulat. Nangahas si Gonzales na tuklasin ang isyu ng kurapsyon, kawalang-kapanagutan, at masaker ng mga magsasaka (na hindi natin maikakailang kahawig ng naganap sa Kidapawan noong 2016) sa pamamagitan ng di-direktang paglalahad sa mga ito. Sa halip na mga goons, o byuda, o mga ulila, o mga pesante, hinainan niya tayo ng dalawang hubong tauhan na parehong di-direktang kasangkot sa nasabing insidente.

Una itong nakatulong sa paglulugar ng mga manonood (na hindi rin naman direktang kasangkot sa piksyunal na Shambhala Masscare o sa totoong Kidapawan Massacre) ng kanilang personal na kasaysayan sa mas malawak na naratibo ng bansa. At ikalawa, naging instrumental ito sa paglilinaw ng ugnayan ng politikal na karahasan sa loob at labas ng mga pribadong espasyo. Sa pamamagitan ng simulasyon ng pagtatalik, panggagahasa at pisikal na karahasan, muling ibinabalik sa kamalayan ng manonood na ang mga katawan ng biktima sa mga balita ay hindi lamang mga imahe na baog sa kahulugan at kasaysayan. Maselan ang mga piniling tema ng dula at ang piniling paraan ng pagtatanghal nito, ngunit hindi rin natin maitatangging sa ganitong mambobosong lente at paghuhubad ng mga isyu lamang natin ganap na masasalat ang mga kinukubli nilang katotohanan.

Kabilang ang “Arkanghel sa Maccrotel” sa mga radikal na dula na hindi lang naglalayong maglahad at magbaklas ng mga isyu, kundi nagtatangka ring magbaklas ng mismong aestetiko na nagdidikta ng kung ano ang radikal sa entablado. Pinapaalala sa atin nito na silang may ekonomikong kapangyarihan ang may hawak ng baril, at silang may baril ang may hawak ng politikal na kapangyarihan. Binabalaan tayo nito na kung hindi tayo mangangahas sumilip, ay manghihina rin ang ating mga tuhod, mapapaluhod, at magpoprotesta tayo nang pikit-mata.

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John Daryl Alcantara is a student, writer, graphic artist, and activist from Taguig City. He writes poems, short stories, and personal essays and tries to make zines during his free time, and writes academic papers and critical essays when the deadline is near. He is currently taking up BA Communication Arts in UPLB.  

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a mutual mistake

Or That One Time Jesse And Sombra Fucked

based on this beautiful post and set around the time of the Retribution event

Staring down the barrel of a gun typically didn’t make for titillating small talk. Of that, both Sombra and McCree were in agreement. They were also in agreement that they were both too goddamn tired to deal with a mexican standoff, and both were in accord that one would be doing the other a huge favor if they just dropped dead.  

“So why don’t you go first?” Sombra said, tipping her pistol down for half a second to gesture to the ground in invitation.

Jesse McCree tipped his hat without taking his eyes or his gun off her. “Naw, pardner, I was raised to be a gentlemen. Ladies first, I insist.”  

“Ay, un caballero! Be still my beating heart!”

“On your orders, ma’am,” he said obediently, finger moving off the trigger guard. But Sombra mirrored the move and clicked her tongue.

“You know,” she said conversationally, “It’s not really an authentic mexican standoff if only one of us is Mexican.”

Around them the sounds of fighting were muffled- perks of a covert mission. Sombra had deactivated the Blackwatch operative’s coms when he came into range, and Sombra’s own people were too busy getting slaughtered to come to her aid. It was only them, and this odd rapport they shared.

He felt familiar. Sombra knew and thanked la virgen for never facing off with the killer in front of her before today, but still- somehow- he felt familiar.

“Who said I ain’t?” he said, and Sombra snapped out of it. She grinned.

“So you are?”

McCree shrugged. “I’ve been to, and that’s about as much as you’re gonna get outta me.”

“That’s no fun.” She pouted. That same uneasy sense of familiarity prickled at the back of her neck. She couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but…

“Now you… you look familiar. Ain’t I killed you before?” But apparently it wasn't only her. Jesse was looking closely at her, no doubt wracking his memory just as she was wracking hers. He’d been to Mexico before, but she was Talon and he was Blackwatch. Covert chance encounters weren’t limited to one continent, let alone country.

“I’m not exactly in the habit of being threatened by vaqueros, vaquero. The ones I meet back home are actual gentlemen, not po-”

She cut herself off abruptly, closing her mouth so that her teeth made an audible clack even from over a meter away. Jesse stared at her, then he squinted. Something about the way she said ‘vaquero’ nagged at his memory. Sombra’s grip on her gun went a little lax, and it wouldn’t take much for him to shoot it out of her hand and take her alive, but the look on her face stopped him.

Recognition.

He felt cold wash over him on the otherwise warm Venetian night. What would it be? A random job? His childhood? Deadlock?

“Po-?” he repeated in question.

“Posers.” Sombra gasped. Her shoulders shook, and then she was laughing, head thrown back and throat bared, loud and unattractive but honest. She lowered her gun and holstered it, using her freed hands to wrap around her stomach to try and control the heaving. “Oh my god, it’s you!”

Jesse put his gun away too, but kept his hand on his hip. “It’s me?”  

She pointed at him and gleefully explained: “Calaveras! Calaveras en Diciembre del ‘68. Y no te hagas el bobo que no me entiende, cabron, que ya se de donde te conozco, Jaime Marquez!”

Ah. J.M. initials. One of his pseudonyms. Made sense, and Dorado was a common pitstop in his intel runs. Sombra was gathering herself, and Jesse was racing to place her. Her hair- short, cropped, brown- didn’t ring any bells for any of his informants that night. Unless she wasn’t an informant.

Unless…

Purple dress, purple eyes. A cybernetically enhanced spine that glowed beneath his fingertips. A harsh laugh too amused to try to sound pretty, and a tongue sharper than his, even on a good day.

“Aw hell.” He took a step back. Sombra took one look at his dumbfounded wide-eyed expression and winked, knowing he knew that they both knew intimately how they’d first met.

“You didn’t even get my name, vaquero.” She was enjoying watching his already dark complexion go ruddy with embarrassment. Flustered, he was almost adorable.

“I-” He gaped at her, and that little helpless look was reminiscent to a look he gave her on a night several years ago. “I was a little busy.”

“Oh I know.” Sombra took a few steps forward and simpered up at him. “You’ve got good hands, Jaime, try not to lose them.”

“I cannot believe-” He took just as many steps back. “I- you- that we-”  

“-fucked?”

He sputtered. “That you’re Talon. That I fucked a- Not even for a honeypot job-! Did you-?”

“Know? No. Honestly I was just out to have fun. I saw you across the bar talking to that omnic and your accent was so awful I thought to myself, ‘Mujer, no puedes no follarte a ese’!”

His shoulders straightened and he loomed over her, voice incredulous. “The accent is what did it for you?”

She shrugged, unruffled. “It was so bad it was good.”

He leaned back. “Fuck you.”

“You already did.”

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A look at ten freshman that Auburn will face this fall who have a chance to make an immediate impact

The faces change but the talent level in the SEC tends to stay the same. Quite a few familiar names are gone but they will soon be replaced by a new squad of studs. Today, I am going to highlight a freshman off each of Auburn’s opponents this fall that fans should know. Chances are good, quite a few names on this lists are going to become well known nation wide in the not too distant future.

Kentucky - #7 S Vito Tisdale

Finding playing time on this veteran Kentucky squad will be difficult this fall for the Cats 2020 signing class but one name has consistently popped up this off-season as someone ready to contribute day 1. Vito Tisdale was first ranked as a top 100 player by 247 Composite but saw his stock plummet over the last year tumbling in the rankings to #473 and the 41st ranked safety in the country. But the early returns have been incredibly positive with head coach Mark Stoops specifically mentioning Tisdale as a youngster who has stood out during fall camp.

“He’s a guy we’re playing all over the place right now. He’s wearing No. 7 and I don’t want to put that on him yet but he reminds me of the other guy that wore 7 for us. That’s a pretty big compliment. Mike [Edwards] is one of my all-time favorite players. So instinctual and such a good player for us. Vito coming in as a true freshman and us moving him ... we’re playing him at nickel, at medium, at the sam position, he’s playing strong safety and really is doing some good things. He’s not quite there yet. A lot of guys you couldn’t even think about putting at all those positions. He is able to handle a lot and I really like his demeanor. It’s a lot like Mike. No nonsense and just goes and does his business.”

Georgia - #88 DT Jalen Carter

Obviously picking just one player from the nation’s #1 class is a little difficult. I imagine most Auburn fans will be interested to see how Broderick Jones’s career turns out after flirting with Auburn up until it was time to take an official visit. If not for an injury, 5-star CB Kelee Ringo would be someone to keep an eye on and it’s hard not to be mesmerized by the potential of a 6’7” 260 lb tight end like Darnell Washington. But for my money, Jalen Carter was one of the top 5 players in the 2020 class.

The true freshman has generated plenty of buzz during fall camp and looks poised to see snaps early for this loaded Dawg defense. Cater starred as both a defensive lineman and a tight end for his his school where he dominated with his elite athleticism. What jumps out watching his tape is how fluid he is for a big man. Not only can he move but he’s powerful in the interior with an outstanding knowledge on how to win with not just strength but leverage as well. The Dawgs continue to load up on elite defensive weapons.

Arkansas - #2 S Myles Slusher

Not going to lie this was a little bit difficult. While I liked a few of Sam Pittman’s late additions most notably 4-star QB Malik Hornsby, I don’t see a lot of instant impact players in this 2020 signing class. The one name that does appear to be popping up a bunch is unsurprisingly the Hogs top rated signee of last year’s class Myles Slusher. He was one of only four blue chips signed last cycle by Arkansas.

The Hogs return their two starting safeties on the backend in former Auburn targets Myles Mason and Joe Foucha but it looks likely Slusher will see some action too this fall. New DC Barry Odom stated they’ve worked the Oklahoma native not only at safety but at nickel as well. Given the dearth of talent on this Arkansas squad right now, any kid with potential is going to have a chance to make an early impact.

South Carolina - #4 QB/WR Luke Doty

Unfortunately for South Carolina, the guy I should be talking about, 4-star RB MarShawn Lloyd, is expected to miss all of the 2020 season due to an ACL injury. At worst, he would have been the #2 guy at tailback for the Gamecocks, likely #1 by the end of the year. Instead, AU fans should get to know former top 100 QB signee Luke Doty who is off to an interesting start to his career.

Doty was ranked the #4 dual threat QB in the 2020 class but faces an uphill battle to win the starting job with graduate transfer Collin Hill and Ryan Hilinski ahead of him. So the tremendous athlete will instead pull double duty working at WR as well where he has reportedly impressed South Carolina WR coach and former UGA quarterback Joe Cox.

“Luke is one of the most impressive young men I’ve ever been around because Luke has to deal with Coach Bobo’s meetings and my meetings,” Cox said in a post-practice interview on Tuesday. “Thinking back to being a first-year player in an offense where there’s so much going on, it’s been crazy how well he’s been able to comprehend things. He has a great attitude and has been a great leader on this football team.

“You see it, all the younger guys, he’s the guy in that class. They all gravitate towards him because they know he’s going to be doing things the right way, and it shows. He takes notes in meetings, practices the right way and does everything he’s supposed to do, and he’s going to be a guy pulling along a lot of young guys for a long time. My hat’s been off to him this whole fall camp with everything he has to learn playing all kinds of spots. I couldn’t imagine doing it - there’s no way. There’s been a couple days where his head’s been spinning pretty good, too, where he may have forgotten just how to play football. But he’s made some plays and I think regardless, it’s going to benefit him for both positions doing what we’ve had him do this fall camp.”

You turn on his tape and you can very quickly understand why new South Carolina OC Mike Bobo wants to find a way to get this kid on the field. While probably not a starter, he’s expected to be apart of the rotation at wide receiver this fall.

Ole Miss - #27 WR/S Marc Britt

Britt initially committed to Florida last fall but decided not to sign on National Signing Day and instead postponed a decision until February 20th. He flipped his pledge to the Rebels and has made an immediate impact since stepping on campus.

He initially started out at wide receiver but after a round of COVID-19 decimated the Rebels secondary, Britt flipped to defense where he was quickly working with the ones. Britt played both ways in high school and could end up doing the same for Ole Miss given their needs for impact players on both sides of the ball. He’s a fantastic athlete out of south Florida with a penchant for making big plays. I suspect AU fans will see a lot of him week 5.

LSU - #2 TE Arik Gilbert

Despite LSU signing a top 5 class this was actually one of the easiest picks to make. There aren’t many human beings in the world with Arik Gilbert’s skillset. Built like a defensive end at 6’5” 250 lbs but with speed of a wide receiver and the hands of a tight end, Gilbert can play all over the field for the Tigers.

His commitment came as one of the biggest surprises in recent recruiting history. In today’s world of Crystal Balls and RivalsCasts, everyone typically has an understanding of where a kid is about to commit. The Georgia Bulldogs were seen as the longtime leader for Gilbert with Alabama and Tennessee the top challengers. However, before his decision, the momentum seemed to be in the Tide’s favor up until he actually announced for LSU. LSU’s impressive offensive performance this past fall along with Gilbert’s connection with head coach Ed Orgeron lead the Tigers to pulling off one of the biggest recruiting coups of last cycle.

Expect to see Gilbert all over the field for the Tigers especially with the departure of Ja’Marr Chase. He’s listed as a tight end but he will spend a lot of time split out as well and has the top end speed to make big plays after the catch. In my amateur opinion, Gilbert was the top player in the 2020 class and I fully expect him to be a thorn in Auburn’s side for the next three years. How the hell did Kirby Smart let him get out of Georgia?

Mississippi State - #13 CB Emmanuel Forbes

It’s been a wild off-season for the Bulldogs of Starkville. They decided to send Joe Moorhead packing after a rough bowl performance and convinced Mike Leach to sail down from Pullman with his Air Raid offense. They snagged a graduate transfer quarterback from Stanford while losing three starters to the transfer portal themselves. They are also installing a brand new 3-3-5 defensive scheme while also transitioning from a Spread Power attack to a full on Air Raid on the offensive side of the ball. It’s gonna be wild.

The Bulldogs lose a lot off their defense especially with the transfers of Fabian Lovett and Jaylon Jones. At corner especially, Mississippi State seems to be on the hunt for some early impact players. The Magnolia State’s #2 ranked player of the 2020 class looks poised to fill that void for the Dawgs. Forbes isn’t a burner but possesses great length and isn’t afraid to get physical at the line of scrimmage.

Tennessee - #11 WR Jalin Hyatt

One of the more underrated playmakers from this past signing class is Jalin Hyatt. The 6’0” 175 lb speedster was a late riser in the rankings last cycle but I am not sure if he rose high enough. He had an ultra productive career at South Carolina HS powerhouse Dutch Fork where he holds the school record for receiving yards and receiving touchdowns.

The Vols are in need of some playmakers at the wide receiver position with the departures of Jauan Jennings and Marquez Callaway. Don’t be surprised if Hyatt is a starter by the time the Vols come to Jordan-Hare Stadium.

Alabama - #31 OLB Will Anderson

This was one of the tougher decisions to make on this list. The Crimson Tide signed the consensus #1 player in the 2020 class in 5-star QB Bryce Young who despite a late start to camp is locked in a QB battle with Mac “Pick 6” Jones. I also think 5-star edge player Drew Sanders is going to be a problem in the very near future and there’s a lot of buzz around 4-star WR Javon Baker. Plus there are 3 former Auburn commits on this list including Javion Cohen who had one of the uglier ends to a recruitment I’ve seen in some time. But the man I think ends up making the biggest impact for the Tide this fall is Will Anderson.

When Rodney Garner makes you a top priority early in your high school career, chances are pretty good you are a ball player. Auburn was one of the first SEC programs to offer the Georgia native and were even seen as the leader following his junior season. But Alabama made a serious push and landed the star pass rusher last spring. Anderson then went on to put together an absolutely absurd senior season recording 20+ sacks. He’s earned plenty of hype during fall camp and looks poised to at least be a 3rd down specialist for the Tide this fall.

Texas A&M - #1 WR Demond Demas

While much of the Aggie hype this off-season has been about the amount of returning production to the roster this fall, quietly the wide receiver position has become a major question mark for Jimbo’s squad. It started with the injury to Cameron Buckley who was expected to take on a much larger role this fall. Then it continued with the recent decision by the Aggies leading returning receiver Jhamon Ausbon to opt out and prepare for the NFL Draft. Ainas Smith has transitioned to running back leaving Jalen Preston as A&M’s most experienced WR heading into 2020. He caught 3 passes for 36 yds last season.

Good thing Dameyune Craig is still a damn good recruiter.

The nation’s #3 ranked wide receiver per 247 Composite, Demond Demas, looks poised to earn a starting spot this fall. The 6’3” 180 lb freakazoid was ineligible to play his senior year due to some drama around Texas’s transfer rules. That hasn’t slowed the hype train and the early returns this camp have been positive for the true freshman. Kellen Mond is going to need some new weapons on the outside to step up if this Aggie team is going to come close to the high expectations some are giving them. I suspect Demas quickly becomes one of his favored new targets.

War Eagle!

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Os Darmas

Por: Camila de Araujo

Os quatro cavaleiros do apocalipse

 A morte de Gregório foi uma notícia amarga.

Eu estava na Redação quando Caetano me ligou e contou, sem rodeios, que o cara tinha, de uma noite para a outra, se entupido de remédios. Imediatamente, senti o gosto ácido da bílis sob a glote. Corri para o banheiro, sem sucesso. Cheguei com o azedume preso na ponta da língua.

Gregório e eu havíamos nos conhecido há 10 anos na faculdade de jornalismo. Embora uma das pessoas mais divertidas que convivi, dosava como um judeu o que destinava de si para os outros. Quem o conhecia tão bem quanto eu sabia reconhecer como ele era um nerd ermitão. Gregório se esforçava para esconder a dificuldade em conviver com as pessoas. Acho que por isso nós dois nos entendíamos tão bem. Éramos parecidos nessa questão e, talvez por isso, o suicídio dele não fosse uma surpresa.

Nós dois integrávamos o Darmas, um quarteto formado no bar ao lado do campus, no quarto ano, e composto por mim, Greg, Caetano e Renatinho. Durante a faculdade, costumávamos nos reunir para encher a cara, fumar cigarros e baseados e ter conversas sobre sexo, política, cinema, música, literatura e, é claro, mulheres.

Nas reuniões dos Darmas Greg apresentou os primeiros contos que mais tarde encontrei  publicados em portais, revistas e jornais. Ele sonhava em ser escritor. Era um desses alunos clichês de jornalismo que escolheram a profissão por gostar de escrever. Lembro de, em algum intervalo, apresentá-lo a Garcia-Marquez e convencê-lo a ler o colombiano ao dizer que O Amor nos Tempos do Cólera e Cem Anos de Solidão eram Revolver e Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band  da literatura.  

Depois da graduação nós nos afastamos um pouco, ocupados com a vida adulta que se escancarava a nossa frente. Cada um tomou seu rumo. Eu fui para os Estados Unidos, passei seis anos em Columbia antes de voltar, aproveitando a cidadania americana. Caetano trampava com uns bicos e Renatinho virou um reconhecido diretor de arte no mercado, abriu a sua própria agência de propaganda e casou com um cineasta. 

Já Greg, antes da fama, batalhava numa assessoria de imprensa para se sustentar. Depois do sucesso, passou a dar aulas de storytelling e palestras. Fiquei feliz em acompanhar o sucesso crescente, tanto de público quanto da crítica, a cada um de seus lançamentos. Ele odiava toda aquela ginástica social obrigatória de assessor.

O longo adeus

No dia em que soube de sua morte, cheguei em casa e me tranquei no escritório. As crianças dormiram na casa de minha sogra, Lígia, minha esposa, preparou o jantar, mas preferi passar a noite remexendo em fotos antigas no Instagram e Facebook, conversas arquivadas no WhatsApp e e-mails do passado. Reli trechos de Prelúdio do Irreversível,  última obra de Greg, na tentativa de encontrar alguma pista de seu suicídio.

Quando éramos jovens, gostávamos de falar sobre a morte mais do que as pessoas normais. Ele dizia: “Luke, meu velho, quando eu morrer, quero um enterro igual aquele de Sonhos, do Kurosawa. Quero festa, gente rindo, música”. No entanto, como todos os funerais, o de Greg foi silencioso. Aprendi que a morte sabe ser discreta. Nada de uma caveira vestida de preto, com uma gadanha cortando o ar.

Dona Maria chorava, silenciosamente, com a mão apoiada no caixão de mogno fechado. Sob a tampa, uma imagem em P&B do morto, clicada por Renatinho, na faculdade. As lágrimas da mãe do falecido rolavam grossas pelo rosto, percorrendo a trilha deixada pelo tempo. Além dela, ninguém mais da família prestava as condolências. Greg era brigado com todos os parentes. Na real, acho que os Darmas constituíam sua verdadeira família. Me senti culpado por termos nos distanciado nos últimos anos.

Cumprimentei dona Maria, que, ensaiando um sorriso, confessou que ficava feliz de ver que o filho, a julgar pelo salão cheio, era querido.

- Sempre tive medo de morrer e deixar meu menino sozinho nesse mundo. Hoje vi que ele não era tão só como pensava – revelou.

Lá estavam amigos, professores, coleguinhas da profissão, outros escritores, editores. O velório foi vetado para fãs e imprensa. Algumas exs. namoradas completavam o séquito. Abracei Alice com força e afaguei seus cachos cor de trigo. Ficamos assim uns dez minutos. De todas as garotas com as quais Greg se envolveu, Alice era a mais divertida. Os Darmas a acolheram como uma integrante legítima, mas o casal era muito parecido para dar certo. No final, se tornaram grandes amigos.

- Ele tentou me ligar três vezes na noite em que seu matou, Luke – confessou Alice. – Eu tô arrasada com isso.

- Você não teve culpa, Alicinha. Ninguém poderia prever essa fatalidade – disse, na tentativa de ampará-la.

Avistei Clarinha, Gabi, Bebel e Agatha. Como o luto parece unir até mesmo as rivais, as quatro trocavam confidencias. Greg entrou na faculdade namorando Clarinha, mas a trocou por Gabi. Esta cheirava a sexo e trepava com Greg em todos os lugares. Só a foda pura e selvagem os unia. Mais tarde, ele conheceu Bebel, descolada, cheia de piercings e tatuagens, cheiro de cigarro e trilha sonora de artistas alternativos na cabeça, ele ficava todo bobo perto dela. No entanto, Greg tinha completa devoção por Agatha, tão intelectual, de uma postura quase masculina, doce e elétrica. Confesso, também fui apaixonado por ela. Agatha era altiva, elegante, dotada de uma perspicácia, inteligencia e autoconfiança que dobravam qualquer homem e conquistava a admiração das outras mulheres.

Eu e Lígia começamos a namorar quase na mesma época em que Agatha e Greg. No entanto, mesmo casado com Pati senti, naquele momento, uma estranha vertigem ao rever Agatha, elegantíssima em seu luto. Seu perfume invadiu as minhas narinas quando ela se aproximou. Nos afastamos das demais para conversar. Agatha, hoje editora de uma importante revista de arte do país, relembrou o quanto considerava Greg talentoso.

- Eu amava o Gregório. Até hoje guardo as cartas que ele escreveu para mim. Assim como os contos e as crônicas que ficaram comigo. Greg nunca mais pisou no meu apê depois que a gente terminou. Ele, notívago, quando passava a noite lá em casa, ficava escrevendo no meu Windows XP até amanhecer.  Achei uma pasta com papeis e arquivos de texto em CDs com seus escritos – rememorou Agatha. – Ele teria sido um jornalista brilhante, mas a parada do Greg era fazer literatura.

A garota dos olhos de Frank Sinatra

Sem sinal de Caetano e Renatinho, mandei mensagens para os celulares dos dois. Tentei telefonar, em vão. Fui ficando irritado. Era impossível que eu fosse o único Darma presente no funeral de Gregório. Mandei áudios revoltados pelo WhatsApp; “Ei, seus cuzões, nosso amigo se estourou de comprimidos e vocês não estão aqui para prestar uma última homenagem?”, “Como é fácil para vocês esquecerem os outros”, “Quando eu morrer não quero ver vocês nem na outra vida, calhordas”.

Às 16h, o caixão foi levado até o jazigo onde os restos de um dos maiores expoentes da literatura brasileira contemporânea passariam a eternidade. Dona Maria permaneceu ereta ao lado do esquife contendo o corpo do filho único. Assistimos os coveiros descerem o compartimento no subsolo, subitamente, interrompidos por Flávia que expulsava Amélia do velório.

Ninguém se atreveu a defender a visitante. Flávia, com quem Greg protagonizou o mais próximo de um relacionamento saudável e feliz, quase como um casamento, agia como a viúva cuja honra fora profanada. De repente, dona Maria pediu respeito a memória de seu menino e o silêncio voltou aquele pedaço do Cemitério São João Batista, em Botafogo.

Flávia gostava de Greg. Ela simbolizava um ponto de paz jamais alcançado por ele em vida. Greg era solitário, gostava de chafurdar na própria solidão e Flávia parecia iluminar todos os cantos escuros de meu amigo. Os dois chegaram a morar juntos. No entanto, estavam dando um tempo quando Gregório morreu, por decisão dela. Flávia queria engravidar, mas Greg não tinha certeza se queria ser pai.

A bem da verdade, ele amava Amélia. Apesar de toda dificuldade em se abrir, Gregório gostava de estar com ela, de conversar com Amélia, sem medo de expor as suas cicatrizes. Ele a chamava de Garota dos Olhos de Frank Sinatra porque Amélia exibia duas esferas da cor de safiras entre o nariz. Quando os dois estavam lado a lado, eram facilmente confundidos com um casal. Na graduação eram feito unha e carne. 

Eu sei que ela também o amava. Afinal, Amélia se preocupava e cuidava de Gregório com carinho e dedicação incomuns para uma simples amiga. Inclusive, os outros homens com os quais se relacionava costumavam lembrar Greg nas preferências, gostos e trejeitos. Há anos não se falavam. Eu nunca soube ao certo o que houve entre eles para que se afastassem drasticamente, mas poderia imaginar.

Amélia sempre esteve no coração de Gregório. Não havia um chope, uma conversa em que ele não perguntasse sobre ela como quem não quer nada, mas com o olhar atento, a voz dura na tentativa de eclipsar emoções. Eu a encontrava em cada conto, em todas as suas personagens. Ele buscava reproduzi-lá em cada uma de suas histórias, contos e romances, mas era demasiadamente orgulhoso para admitir.

Na saída do cemitério encontrei Amélia. Trocamos algumas palavras. Ela, que morava na Barra da Tijuca, assim como eu, ofereceu carona em seu Fiat Uno. Durante o trajeto, conversamos sobre o suicídio de Gregório.

- O suicídio dele não me pegou de surpresa. Greg sempre se sentiu sozinho no mundo, um estranho no ninho – disse ela.

- O que ele fez também não soa como uma novidade para mim. Só não achava que seria realmente capaz de tirar a própria vida – comentei.

- Luke, depois da morte do meu pai, percebi que o Greg se afastou para me poupar de mais uma perda.

- Você diz saber que o cara ia se matar e dá essa justificativa? Amélia, se você tinha tanta convicção porque não fez nada? Aliás, me deixa ali do lado que eu prefiro tomar um ônibus.

- Não seja estúpido.

-  Acabamos de velar o cara, que, a propósito, passou a vida sendo apaixonado por você, hoje!

- Não o velamos de verdade.

- Como assim?

- Eu fui te procurar no enterro para velarmos o Greg, dignamente.

- Encosta a porra do carro, sua louca!

- Você não se perguntou onde estavam os outros Darmas?

O templo dos Darmas

Próximo ao túnel acústico, na Gávea, Amélia virou a direita. O carro invadiu a grama ao lado do Planetário, no Espaço Galileu. Eu conhecia aquele local, perfeitamente. Era onde os Darmas costumavam se encontrar, munidos de garrafas de Catuaba, cigarros e muitas ideias na cabeça. Amélia desligou o automóvel e saiu do carro. Instigado pelo comentário sobre Caetano e Renatinho, a segui.

 Nos afastamos de um parquinho com brinquedos para crianças e entramos em uma mata fechada, cercado de um labirinto construído de bambus. Vinte minutos depois alcançamos uma clareira, onde os outros dois Darmas estavam entre alguns objetos.

Os xinguei ao encontrá-los. Tentei agredi-los fisicamente durante dez minutos. Na realidade, só buscava extravasar toda raiva que me corroía. Quando parei, ofegante, Caetano e Renatinho me abraçaram. Choramos. Nós três nos sentíamos culpados pelo que acontecera com Gregório.

Olhei para a parafernalha aos meus pés: discos de rock clássico, um baralho, dois livros de romance policial, um DVD do Woody Allen e um chaveiro de Star Wars. Pouco depois, Alice chegou e depositou um quilo de café, desses comprados no supermercado. Greg era viciado em cafeína.

- O que ela está fazendo aqui? - perguntou Amélia.

- Não esquenta. Eu chamei – disse Renatinho.

- Estamos aqui pelo Greg, Amélia! – gritou Caetano.

- Todos nós o amávamos, ou melhor, ainda o amamos. Isso que importa – ressaltou Alice.

Lembrei de que Alice havia me dito que, na noite de sua morte, Greg tentou, insistentemente, telefonar para ela. Por fim, Amélia colocou, entre as quinquilharias, uma fotografia sua vestindo um macacão apoiada em Greg, que ao seu lado, trajava uma camisa de botão azul e branca de quadrados, naquele local, com as folhas verdes das árvores ao fundo. Os dois sorriam olhando diretamente para a câmera.

- Vamos velá-lo de verdade, aqui – contou Amélia.

Vasculhei os bolsos e achei um marcador de páginas amassado. Lembrei das conversas sobre livros e quadrinhos e o nosso desejo de mudar o mundo como jornalistas. Coloquei o objeto entre os utensílios no chão de terra, rodeados de folhas secas molhadas com querosene.

Caetano, Amélia, Alice, Renatinho e eu montamos um círculo ao redor das lembranças de Gregório. Caetano acendeu um Camels, o cigarro favorito de Greg, cada um deu uma tragada. O último lançou a guimba acesa na pilha de utensílios, o que rapidamente gerou uma fogueira. Em seguida, das pequenas caixas de som do iPhone de Renatinho, a música Funeral in The Village, do filme Sonhos, de Akira Kurosawa, ecoou pelo bosque. Nós cinco nos abraçamos, emocionados e estranhamente contentes.

Fixei o olhar nas labaredas por alguns minutos. Depois, Caetano acendeu outro cigarro, e fumou, solitariamente, observando as chamas, enquanto Renatinho e Alice conversavam. Ao meu lado, encarei o reflexo incandescente das chamas alaranjadas nos olhos azuis de Amélia. Numa espécie de transe, me aproximei do corpo branco e delgado da mulher. 

Seu olhar desviou do fogo para mim e percebi que ela chorava. Afaguei, carinhosamente, os cabelos loiros que emolduravam seu rosto e me aproximei de seus lábios. Ela não ofereceu qualquer resistência quando a minha boca tocou a dela e nossas línguas, ardentes, começaram a dançar.

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Alice Dixson is a Filipino actress, model and beauty queen. Her movies are Bobo Cop with Joey Marquez, Nagbabagang Luha with Gabby Concepcion, Si Malakas At Si Maganda with Vic Sotto, May Pulis Sa Ilalim Ng Tulay with Dolphy, My Other Woman with Christopher De Leon, Dyesebel with Richard Gomez, Papa’s Girl with Gary Valenciano, Love Ko Si Ma’am with Rene Requiestas, Kamay Ni Cain with Rudy Fernandez, Sinungaling Mong Puso with Aga Muhlach, Ang Boyfriend Kong Gamol with Andrew E., Sa Isang Sulok Ng Pangarap with Ariel Rivera, Walang Matigas Na Tinapay Sa Mainit Na Kape with Fernando Poe Jr., and Silakbo with Cesar Montano, among others. Her famous role in television as a fairy princess Faye in Okay Ka Fairy Ko with Vic Sotto, Aiza Seguerra and Charito Solis.

[mystlnewsonline]

New Post has been published on https://www.stl.news/raiders-cooper-against-chiefs-afc-west-showdown/49940/

Raiders will have Cooper against Chiefs in AFC West showdown

/December 10, 2017 (AP)(STL.News) —

The Oakland Raiders will have wide receiver Amari Cooper available for their AFC West showdown with the Kansas City Chiefs.

Cooper, who dominated the Chiefs with 11 catches for 210 yards in their first meeting, was active after clearing the NFL’s concussion protocol this week.

Cooper also had a left ankle sprain that had him questionable for the matchup between AFC West leaders.

He will face a Chiefs defense missing suspended All-Pro cornerback Marcus Peters.

Buffalo rookie quarterback Nathan Peterman will start in place of the injured Tyrod Taylor against Indianapolis with the Bills (6-6) trying to stay in the AFC playoff picture.

It’s Peterman’s fourth appearance and second start in four weeks after he threw five interceptions in the first half of a 54-24 loss at the Los Angeles Chargers on Nov. 19.

Taylor sustained a bruised left knee when sacked on the first play of a 23-3 loss to New England last week. He continued playing through the start of the fourth quarter before being carted off the sideline.

Carolina quarterback Cam Newton will have both tight end Greg Olsen and center Ryan Kalil available against Minnesota.

The Bengals are feeling the aftermath of their physical loss to Pittsburgh on Monday night, missing five starters — including cornerback Adam “Pacman” Jones, who was placed on injured reserve Saturday with a groin injury.

The Packers will be without starting linebacker Nick Perry when they face the winless Browns in Cleveland.

Green Bay’s secondary caught a break as starting cornerback Davon House will play after being kept out of practice with a shoulder injury. The Packers need all the help they can with Browns wide receiver Josh Gordon back for his second game after being suspended for two seasons.

Cleveland will be short-handed on defense as starting safety Jabrill Peppers (knee) and tackle Danny Shelton (ribs/chest) are both out against Green Bay. Also, Kevin Hogan will back up rookie quarterback DeShone Kizer. Cody Kessler has been Cleveland’s backup the past six games.

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DALLAS-NEW YORK GIANTS

Cowboys: DL David Irving, CB Orlando Scandrick, LB Justin Durant, WR Brice Butler, RB Trey Williams, DT Daniel Ross, TE Blake Jarwin.

Giants: OT Justin Pugh, LB B.J Goodson, WR Travis Rudolph, CB Eli Apple, WR Tavarres King, QB Davis Webb, DT Khyri Thornton.

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INDIANAPOLIS-BUFFALO

Colts: WR Donte Moncrief, TE Darrell Daniels, C Ryan Kelly, CB Rashaan Melvin, RB Matt Jones, OT Tyreek Burwell, DT Hassan Ridgeway.

Bills: QB Tyrod Taylor, CB Leonard Johnson, OLs Cordy Glenn, Seantrel Henderson and John Miller, TE Khari Lee and WR Brandon Reilly.

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OAKLAND-KANSAS CITY

Raiders: OL Jon Feliciano, LB Cory James, DL Jihad Ware, CB David Amerson, WR Isaac Whitney, RT Jylan Ware, QB Connor Cook.

Chiefs: CB Marcus Peters, C Mitch Morse, RG Parker Ehinger, QB Tyler Bray, SS Eric Murray, DT Justin Hamilton.

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MINNESOTA-CAROLINA

Vikings: QB Kyle Sloter, WR Stacy Coley, C Pat Elflein, OT Mike Remmers, TE David Morgan, DE Tashawn Bower, DT Jaleel Johnson.

Panthers: LB Shaq Thompson, C Tyler Larsen, QB Garrett Gilbert, CB LaDarius Gunter, FB Alex Armah, OT Amini Silatolu, DE Zach Moore.

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SAN FRANCISCO-HOUSTON

49ers: RB Jeremy McNichols, DB Antone Exum, Jr., LB Pita Taumoepenu, OL Trent Brown, DL Leger Douzable, DL D.J. Jones, DL Ronald Blair III.

Texans: WR Braxton Miller (concussion), WR Cobi Hamilton, RB Alfred Blue, LB Jelani Jenkins, OT Julien Davenport, OLB Ufomba Kamalu, NT Chunky Clements.

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GREEN BAY-CLEVELAND

Packers: RB Devante Mays, CB Demetri Goodson, LB Nick Perry, T Ulrick John, G/T Adam Pankey, WR Michael Clark, LB Chris Odom.

Browns: QB Cody Kessler, WR Bryce Treggs, CB Briean Boddy-Calhoun, S Jabrill Peppers, DL Danny Shelton, OL Marcus Martin and TE Matt Lengel.

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DETROIT-TAMPA BAY

Lions: WR Bradley Marquez, RB Ameer Abdullah, RB Dwayne Washington, CB Jamal Agnew, LB Nick Bellone, T Rick Wagner, T Emmett Cleary.

Buccaneers: QB Ryan Griffin, DB Josh Robinson, CB Vernon Hargreaves III, S T.J. Ward, OL Mike Liedtke, WR Bobo Wilson, DT Clinton McDonald.

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CHICAGO-CINCINNATI

Bears: QB Mark Sanchez, DB Adrian Amos, DL Eddie Goldman, DB DeAndre Houston-Carson, OL Cameron Lee, LB Pernell McPhee, RB Taquan Mizzell.

Bengals: CB Dre Kirkpatrick, RB Joe Mixon, S Shawn Williams, LB Vontaze Burfict, LB Nick Vigil, G Christian Westerman, DT Josh Tupou.

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By The Associated Press, By Associated Press, published on STL.NEWS by St. Louis Media, LLC (AS)

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[thisisjustanormalplace]

Why is Bobo Marquez from the deleted scenes kinda...?

[avatarvyakara]

Chapter Twelve and the end of Part I of Tiles on the Roof! “Extended Family” examines the little outliers of the Family Madrigal, relations and friendships and possibly something more on occasion...

Also there’s a wedding, a bromeliad, and an undead horseman.

Enjoy!

[pertamax7]

Jadwal MotoGP Inggris 27 Agustus 2017 : Live Race Pukul 21.30 WIB. Nih Data Faktanya

Jadwal MotoGP Inggris 27 Agustus 2017 : Live Race Pukul 21.30 WIB. Nih Data Faktanya

Jadwal MotoGP Inggris 27 Agustus 2017 : Live Race Pukul 21.30 WIB. Nih Data Faktanya Jadwal Balap MotoGP Inggris 2017 “tabrakan” dengan jadwal balap Formula 1 ( F1 ), MotoGP Inggris 2017 akan di gelar hari ini pada pukul 21.30 WIB, jam yang bagi pertamax7.com sudah malah, siap bobo .. ok demi MotoGP melek dulu dah.. ok monggo disimak Data Fakta MotoGP Inggris yang akan di gelar di Sirkuit…

[meusafetosdosoutros]

Val de Cans

É o nome do aeroporto. Aí você vai se perguntar aonde fica isso. E não fica onde você imagina que seja. Belém do Grão - Pará. Chega de escrever textos pontuados. Chega de períodos curtos. Tem que imprimir uma estrutura inspirada em Garcia Marquez. Frases longas, períodos inacreditáveis. Gênio da linguística. E o quê isso tem a ver comigo? Dele só tenho o livro favorito. Cem anos de solidão. E eu nem li. Quer dizer, não com a devida atenção aos períodos. Eu já disse que sou pretensiosa. Jamais ridícula.

Atenção senhores passageiros com destino à Cancun, anunciou aquela voz em off. Zeca Baleiro tem um verso que eu gosto sinceramente. Ele diz que há mais solidão no aeroporto que no quarto de um hotel barato. E pode ser de um hotel até em Dubai. Aeroporto é chato pacas, a menos que você esteja indo pra Nova York pela primeira vez. Ou pra Tel Aviv. Mesmo que esteja, continua chato quando faz conexão em Milão por 10h. Eu queria dizer que estou indo pra lá, mas não tô.

Não importa, insisto que aeroporto é chato. E automático. Você chega, despacha bagagem. Faz check-in. Não, já faz check-in de casa pra não perder tempo. Ninguém perde tempo em aeroporto. Daí, compra um café que custa o equivalente a 5 no bar da tia. Toma o café às pressas. Compra uma revista. Quem ainda compra revista? Eu compro. Só no aeroporto.

Puts, a TPM saiu de circulação. Eu lembro disso e não compro mais revista alguma. 2016 não se contentou em ser suficientemente desastroso e ainda levou embora a TPM errada. A revista. Não aquele período insuportável do duplo X. A gente se você for mulher como eu, digo. Ou se for o meu namorado e me aturar nesse período - que costuma não vir com aviso prévio tão pouco sensatez. Às vezes até vem. E ele diz que eu apenas estou negando que, de fato, é tudo por TPM.

Tá. Mas eu não tenho mais namorado. O que é bom. Pra ele. E pra mim também que fui sacaneada por ele. Ontem, saí com um cara que me fez querer voltar pra casa desde a hora que eu tranquei o portão e abri a porta do carro. Odeio quando isso acontece. Embora seja uma frustraçãozinha homeopática. Pra lembrar que barra existe para não ser forçada. Melhor era o filme do Iñarritu. Um sujeito que escuta sertanejo dirigindo? No primeiro encontro? Quem faz isso? Todo mundo, recentemente. Menos o cara que escolhe sair comigo. Ele não deveria dar essa mancada. Isso vai ser meu novo “about me” do orkut. Mas o orkut acabou - eu sou saudosista. Só MPB raíz me atrai - ou samba do tipo exaltação. Pra sair comigo, tem que saber disso. No mínimo, tem que escutar Tiago Iorc pra demonstrar vontade de progredir. Ou saber que ele existe. E que não é MPB raiz. Mas pretende ser, o que já é alguma coisa.

Pretender ser é, modestamente, quase tudo. Porque ser, definitivamente, é ilusão. Estamos sempre nos adaptando desde que nascemos sozinhos. Aliás, essa é a força manejando o mundo. Adaptar-se. E isso é Darwin, o.k.? Essa semana, ouvi uma frase boa: não tenho certeza se o mel é doce, só tenho certeza de que ele parece ser. Alguém muito bobo pensou nisso. Mas eu gostei e imaginei que combinava com alguma coisa que eu ainda iria escrever. Vai ver é isso. A gente não sabe da missa um terço. Nem tudo o que parece é. Ser é Hamlet. É questão. É o período inacreditável de Garcia Marquez.

Embarque imediato.

[thisisjustanormalplace]

In the deleted scenes, we see Isabela has a hidden lover! His name is Bobo Marquez! He looks kind of similar to Bruno and Agustin, with the glasses and stubble beard going on.

HC that Bobo is FTM <3

[avatarvyakara]

It. Is. Done.

Chapter Eleven of Tiles on the Roof, “Crossing the Threshold”, and just in time for the birthday girl’s special day! Feliz cumpleaños, Mirabel!

“The cracks can't be cured just by rebuilding the house. The cracks ran all the way across the encanto. And now, it's up to Mirabel, Bruno, and Abuela to go out into the world, find their history, and save the miracle once more. And maaaaaaaybe run into a few surprises along the way.”

Folks, if you could see your way to adding a comment, you’d really make my day. Shout-out to @dolphin-queen who’s been really fantastic about it—many thanks indeed!