#jesus x mariana

[forbescaroline]

favorite platonic relationships: jesus adams foster and mariana adams foster “Thank you so much, for what you did. Telling moms all that, you didn’t have to do that. I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate it. You really are the best brother.”

[fanfics4all]

Dreamcatcher

Request: Yes / No Day 3 of Halloween fics! (This is based on a Drawlloween made by RikiSayPOOF I believe)

Requests are closed  <3 Have a nice day/night

Wyatt x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 2300

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, nightmares

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Prompt(s): 

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I had been in the foster care system since I was six. Some of the families were amazing, but there were some bad ones too. I was now sixteen and being moved into a new foster home. I was anxious since I just had a pretty abusive family, but my case worker assured me that this family was amazing. We got out of the car and I took a deep breath as I clutched my bag to me tightly. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I promise you’ll like it here.” Bill said with a reassuring smile. I nodded as I took in the house. He led me up the step to the front door and knocked three times. It wasn’t long before the door opened and a boy, who looked to be about my age answered. 

“Hey Jesus, is Stef or Lena home?” Bill asked. 

“Moms! Bill’s here!” The boy shouted, making me flinch. Bill noticed and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him and he gave me a gentle smile. The boy, Jesus, let us into the house and walked off to the back of the house. I looked around and smiled slightly. It was a very nice house, big, but nice. Everything was clean and decorated nicely, it felt… homely. I felt surprisingly safe. Two women walked out from the area that Jesus entered. One of them was a slender, caramel skinned, brown eyed woman with dark brown curly hair, and the other was also a slender woman with pale skin, blue eyes, and a blonde pixie cut. They both looked bery friendly and had caring eyes. I felt comfortable around them, which shocked me a bit. I wondered if it was because they were two women. 

“Bill, it’s so good to see you again.” The woman with curly hair said with a smile. 

“You too.” Bill smiled and gently pushed me a bit in front of him. I flinched slightly and looked up at him. 

“Lena, Stef, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Lena and Stef, you’re new foster parents.” He said, pointing out each one to me. They smiled at me and Lena kneeled down slightly to my level. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” She said and I smiled slightly. 

“Bill’s told us a lot about you and we’re hoping we can make you comfortable around us.” Stef said and I clutched my bag slightly tighter. 

“Lena and Stef are great parents, Y/N.” Bill said and I looked back at him. 

“Do you promise this time?” I whispered and he knelt in front of me. 

“I promise, Y/N, you’re really gonna like it here.” He said and I took a deep breath. 

“Moms! Jesus is eating all the turkey!” A girl shouted from the room behind them. I flinched at the shouting and the two women noticed. 

“I’ll go take care of it.” Stef said and walked off. 

“Sorry, Y/N, there’s a lot of kids in the house so it can get loud sometimes.” Lena said with an apologetic smile. I nodded and glanced at Bill. 

“You can always put your headphones in.” He said and I looked over at Lena. 

“Yeah, of course.” She said with a smile. I smiled at her, letting go of my bag slightly. 

“Just as long as you’ll take them out if we need to talk to you.” She added and I nodded. Suddenly there were loud footsteps coming down the steps and I flinched again. 

“Hey Momma, I was wondering if- Oh, sorry.” A boy who looked slightly older than me said as he got off the last step. 

“Brandon, this is Y/N, she’s going to be staying with us. Y/N, this is our eldest son and Stef’s biological son, Brandon.” Lena introduced us. 

“Hey, nice to meet you.” He smiled and I gave him a small smile. 

“Would you mind showing her to her room? If that’s alright with you, Y/N?” She asked and I glanced at Bill once again. He gave me a reassuring nod and I looked back at the boy. 

“O-Okay.” I whispered. Lena smiled at me and Brandon nodded. 

“Sure, follow me.” He said and headed up the stairs again. I quietly followed him up and down a hallway. It was the third door on the right. He opened the door and it was a pretty basic room with neutral colors. 

“Moms will let you pick out some things for your room if you don’t like the colors. I’m sure they’ll even let you paint it if you want.” He said as he let me inside. I placed my bag on the bed and glanced round. 

“It’s nice.” I said quietly and he tilted his head at me slightly. 

“You’re not much of a talker, are you?” He asked and I blushed slightly. 

“Uh… I don’t really like new homes…” I whispered. Brandon smiled at me and nodded. 

“Yeah, Callie was kind of the same way when she got here… Well maybe she was the opposite, she kind of lashed out.” He said and my eyes widened. I instinctively wrapped my arms around my middle to try and hide myself a bit. Brandon noticed and his eyes widened a bit. 

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about her doing any of that now, she’s way calmer.” He said and I nervously smiled. 

“Hey B, I see you got Y/N settling in.” Stef came in with a smile. She looked at me and her smile faltered a bit as she noticed my body language. 

“Did something happen?” She asked, worriedly. 

“I was telling her about when Callie first got here and I think it kind of scared her a bit…” Brandon said and Stef took a deep breath. 

“Why don’t you go downstair and keep the other’s out of Momma’s hair while she’s talking with Bill.” She said to Brandon and he nodded. He left and it was just me and Stef. 

“Can I sit?” She asked and motioned to the bed. I nodded and she took a seat at the end. 

“Will you sit with me?” She asked. I hesitated for a moment, but sat next to her with a bit of space between us. 

“Listen, Y/N, I can promise you will be safe here. Our other kids will protect you from whatever and if anything does happen then you can come to Lena or myself and we’ll help and protect you.” She said and I bit my lip. 

“R-Really?” I whispered and she nodded. 

“We want you to be comfortable here.” She said and I smiled slightly. 

*Three Months Later* 

Staying at the Adams-Fosters house was a dream come true. Lena and Stef were amazing parents and my foster siblings were great too. However, I still couldn’t shake my past. The previous families that abused me plagued me in my nightmares and it made it hard to sleep most nights. Stef and Lena tried their best to help me, but nothing seemed to work. My siblings were growing irritated with my night terrors, but there really wasn’t much I could do. I tried my best, but the only thing that worked was to not sleep. I could only not sleep for so long before I pass out and the nightmares returned. 

I was sitting at the dining table doing homework with my headphones on as I tried to stay awake. I slightly heard the front door open and looked up to see Callie and Wyatt walking inside. Wyatt smiled at me and I returned it. I looked back down at my homework, but felt the floor vibrate near me. I looked up to see them sitting down with me and I took my headphones out. 

“Mind if we sit with you while we work on our project?” Callie asked and I shook my head. She smiled and turned to face Wyatt. They worked on their project and I worked on my homework. I could feel myself not being able to focus without my music. I was so tired and shook my head slightly to try and wake myself up a bit. 

“Y/N?” I turned my head to see Wyatt looking at me with concern. Callie wasn’t there anymore and I sent him a confused look. 

“Mariana took her for a bit. Are you okay?” He asked and I forced a smile. 

“Yeah… fine.” I whispered. I looked back down at my work, but felt a hand touch mine. I flinched and looked up to see Wyatt retecting his hand. 

“Sorry.” He said and I shook my head. 

“It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting it.” I quietly said. He hesitantly placed his hand back on mine and I sent him a small smile. 

“You look tired, are you sure you’re okay?” He asked and I sighed. 

“I am tired…” I said and he looked concerned. 

“Why don’t you go take a nap or something?” He asked and I quickly shook my head. 

“Why not?” He asked and I bit my lip. 

“The nightmares are too real… they never stop.” I whispered and I frowned. I heard Callie coming back and quickly took my hand away from his. I went back to doing my homework and ignored Wyatt’s worried stares the rest of the time he was here. 

It was a week later that I saw Wyatt. He came over to work on the project with Callie again. I was sitting in the living room as they were working in the dining room. I was watching T.V., but noting was really registering. I was so tired I could hardly concentrate on anything. I didn’t even notice when someone sat down next to me, until a hand was waving in front of my face. I blinked a few time and looked over to see Wyatt looking at me with a worried expression. 

“Oh, hey, sorry I guess I spaced out.” I said, trying to cover up the truth. He shook his head and I furrowed my brow at him. 

“You don’t need to lie, Y/N.” He said and I tilted my head at him. 

“What?” I asked.

“I know you’re dead tired, it’s obvious. Your family even noticed.” He said and my eyes widened slightly. 

“Listen, I think I have something that could help.” He said and pulled out a box from behind him. He handed it to me and I looked down at the box confused. I opened it and found a black and orange dreamcatcher inside. I smiled slightly as I held it up. 

“I know Halloween is your favorite holiday, so I thought you’d like this the best.” He said and I smiled at him. 

“I don’t know if it’ll help, but thank you.” I said quietly. 

“Wanna go try it out? Callie and I finished the project and I’m staying for dinner.” He said and I blushed slightly. 

“Lena and Stef don’t like us having boys in our rooms.” I whispered. 

“We can keep the door open and I won’t even be in the bed with you.” He suggested. I blushed and looked down at the dreamcatcher. I kind of wanted to share a bed with Wyatt, but I didn’t want to break the rules and get in trouble. 

“If you don’t want to-” 

“No, we can try it…” I whispered. He smiled and got up. He offered me his hand and I took it with a small smile. We went up to my room and he hung the dreamcatcher above my bed for me. I smiled as I got into my bed. I felt my eyes almost instantly droop and he placed my blanket over me. I gently grabbed his hand and gently pulled. 

“Stay with me?” I whispered. 

“I wasn’t going to leave, Y/N, just sit in your chair over there.” He pointed at my desk chair. I shook my head and gently pulled him into the bed with me. 

“I don’t want you to get in trouble.” He said quietly. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I snuggled into his side and his arm wrapped around me. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep. 

*Wyatt’s POV* 

Y/N had fallen asleep in my arms and I smiled down at her slightly. She looked so peaceful and I gently moved some hair from her face. I saw a slight bit of drool falling from the corner of her mouth and chuckled. She was dead asleep and didn’t seem to be bothered. I hope the dreamcatcher was actually working and her nightmares wouldn’t bother her while she slept. Someone knocked on her door and I stiffened as my head shot up. Brandon was standing there with wide eyes. 

“Hey, uh, I know I’m not supposed to be in here, but Y/N asked me to stay and just kind of pulled me into the bed with her…” I said and Brandon just stared at us.

“I’ll just go-” 

“No! Don’t move.” He said and I looked at him confused. 

“What?” I asked. 

“How long has she been asleep?” He asked. 

“Uh, maybe thirty minutes?” I answered and he looked at me shocked. 

“She hasn’t slept for more than ten minutes without a nightmare.” He said and my eyes widned. 

“I got her a dreamcatcher to try and help and we were just testing it out…” I said and he smiled. 

“Just stay with her, I’ll come get you guys when dinner is done. Moms are gonna be so happy.” He said and rushed off. I looked down at Y/N and she snuggled into me with a smile. I smiled down at her and looked up at the dreamcatcher I got. I hope it continues to help her.

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[alienssstufff]

Smth I discovered about q!Slime over the weeks is how he’s so stuck in his own head. It’s acting to be interesting ik - but he will jump to conclusions and turn to extremes because HE thinks it’s the right thing to do and stick with it until he’s run out of steam or enough people force him to stop.

It was his decision alone to exile himself. No one told him to, q!Roier (later Bad etc) suggested to take this to court or even do counselling, JuanaFlippa even if she hated him then she still loved him ultimately and wanted Slime to stay. But he left because HE didn’t think he was a good enough father and believed the only solution was to run away and find lil Jesus or smth until he was. Tie this also with Slime’s moment alone back when he went on that murderous rampage to kill the other eggs (again, a conclusion he came up with himself only). While he still blamed q!Mariana for Juana’s death (HENCE showing no remorse for him during the trial- thinking going 100 is the only right course of action), more than anything Slime blamed himself for not being good enough before and not being strong enough to save her now. Slime’s actions in the QSMP are driven by what he thinks is right (for either himself or others) but doesn’t stop to think about how other feel until it’s too late — I forgot what the point of this was x]]

[inkyquince]

DAY 13:  Through The Eyes Of Madness (Bailey/ The Lighthouse) 

Ocean warped into the midnight sky, up is down, and mer are men.

content warning. Bailey being big ole horny, Briar is horny, Mer-Reader is horny and a hermaphrodite... Kinda. Tentacle dick bigger than Bailey's, a pussy deeper than the Mariana trench. Implied Briar x Bailey, and virgin ass Bailey realizing he likes it a certain way.

Fucking Briar. 

Fuck Briar. 

Fuck. Briar. 

Fucking asshole. 

They could barely get through a day together without trying to bite each other’s heads off on this godforsaken piece of shit rock. 

Bailey’s hands shook as he lit his cigarette, exhaling the smoke through his nose, huffing like an angry bull. Stupid fucker, winding him up just to watch him go. Swearing and shouting at each him even as Briar just smirked and leaned back in his chair, ringed hand resting on his thigh, thumb dragging against his seam. 

Fuck that fucker and his fucking mouth. A fleeting image of forcing his pretty face down on his cock, fingers gripping his dark, silky hair in his calloused fist before he shook the image away. 

The dusk settled in, painting the skies in subdued colours as Bailey stumbled further down the steep rocks before something caught his eye. Something in the seaweeds, tangled and limp and vaguely human. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” He muttered before dumping his cigarette on the wet grass. “Jesus.” 

He slowly descended, the wet muck making the slip far too precarious, ending it by flailing on his knees, by the strange creature. You were… Magnificent. Horrific. 

Nearly black tail, glinting dark green in the setting sun, almost blending in with the seaweed. You weren’t shivering, despite the way the ocean water almost totally encompassed you. Your strange tail flicked lightly, your entire upper torso shivering. His eyes drifted down, down, down to… He… He wasn’t sure… Some fins, gently flexing in the sea spray. 

With calloused fingers, he slowly spread them, looking more and more like… Well, like… A labia… Fins curled so prettily into an elongated slit.   Glistening… 

“Fuck me.” Bailey breathed slowly, his cock slowly tenting against his trousers, eyes fixated on this… Strange… 

It had been far too long since Bailey had fucked anything. Pride wouldn’t let him slip in Briar’s bed, knowing the horrific snide comments that would greet him between those sheets. He knew what he needed… But fuck, his ego would actually crumble. 

Too lost in the strange slit, he didn’t notice your slitted eyes opened, immediately flicking over to the man kneeling over you, breath shaky and low. Your tail flicked with light interest as he reached an ultimatum in his head and started shucking down his dirtied, sea salt sodden trousers. 

Bailey spat onto the strange slit but it was unnecessary, gleaming and slick already and he groaned lowly. His cock ached as he smacked it against the opening, too entranced to do anything but let his cockhead be wetted by some strange slick. He began to push it in, only to freeze up as something flicked against his own slit, as if trying to push inside his cockhead. 

“The fuck?” He whispered, freezing up enough to let the strange… Tentacle? Try to properly wriggle into him, thickening as it went deeper. “Sh-Shitting hell!” 

He tried to pull away but struggled, thighs shaking as his cock was stimulated from the inside by this wet, squirming… Thing. Coming to his senses, he roughly gripped the squirming tentacle, slithering out from your slit and roughly smacked it away, watching it slip back into its sheath. 

This time, he used this thumbs to slowly part the slit, eyeing the way your tentacle retreated into a seperate sheath above the glistening hole, looking more like a cute little clit than the fucking mer-cock that was bigger than his from what he could tell. 

His cock ached as he eyed the hole, flexing against the cold air. What awaited him. Teeth? Something else trying to slither up his fucking cockhole. Shaking his head, Bailey finally bit his lip and slowly sunk into you, groaning. Far… Far warmer than he ever thought from your chilled scales and frigid skin. 

“Fuuuuck.” Bailey hissed through his teeth, unable to stop his hips from sinking down all the way, cock already twitching. “Jesus christ.” 

Your insides eagerly pulled him in deeper, his cock being caressed as if he just stuck his dick in like… A sea anemone or something fucked, the sensation unlike anything he’s ever had before. Bailey shivered, almost violently, before thrusting into you properly, almost struggling to get as deep into you as he wanted, too used to spreading legs and not used to humping against a… Tail pussy, or whatever. 

Your hands, colder than hell and webbed, suddenly gripped his shoulders, a strange clicking sounding from your throat as you thrusted up against him. 

“Oh christ…” Bailey whispered, his eyes fixed upon your strange eyes, as they slowly blinked sideways, your tongue running over your sharp teeth. 

At this point it felt more like you were fucking him, more than the other way around, pulling him down into you over and over again, your own strange tentacle emerging from its sheath, almost shyly. Bailey could only watch as it slipped out, dragging against the base of his cock before slithering down to cup his balls, as if trying to reach his own ass, flicking against his skin. 

You made the strange trilling noises again, basically using him like a dildo, arching your back against the jagged rocks, gasping as the sea spray hit the both of you, waves slamming against your body. 

Bailey felt something press against his ass and he shivered, swearing softly before trying to bat it away, feeling as if he was a precipice of falling into something. 

“Shit, no, I don’t… Swing that- Fuck!” Bailey tried to pull out as something pushed in, wriggling deeper inside of him. “Fucker!” 

He couldn’t even pull out, shivering as his ass began to fill with something, thicker than he was and sure as shit longer. The tip flicked incessantly against his prostate, struggling to push down on it, head becoming fuzzy as you sucked his cock in deeper. 

“N-No, no, no, I can’t fucking… In…. In me, get… Get out….. Fuck…” Bailey’s voice was too shaky to make demands, finally stopping in his sloppy thrusts. 

He could just brace himself on his elbows, sweat rolling down his temples as you used him how you saw fit, ass filled and cock engulfed fully. Shivering and groaning as you began to mouth at his throat, jagged teeth dragging over his skin. 

“No, fuck, I’m… I’m not gonna…” Bailey’s breath hitched into something higher and you trilled gleefully, obviously taking it as a good sign. “Jesus, push any eggs or shit into my ass and I’ll… I’ll make you into sashimi- Fuck!” 

Your insides tightened, almost painfully around him and he punched the rock, blood beading against the gashes. Too soon, far too soon, he was cumming deep inside of you.Trilling again, something flooded his ass, something deep, monstrous pushed his own cum deeper inside of your body. 

Bailey doesn’t remember stumbling back. 

He does remember your lips mouthing as his own.

Bailey doesn’t remember shutting the bedroom door and sliding in between the sheets behind Briar. 

He does remember dragging you further inland, as you hissed and smacked at him, even as he locked you into the side building, cock still dripping, as well as his ass. 

Made it easier as something pressed into his ass again, sighing lowly as warmer lips fluttered against the nape of his neck.  

MAIN EVENT POST

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Knd x AWISC au part 14.(warning: gruesome description of cutting off antlers.)

(The twelve of them gather around and enjoy the root vegetable stew.)

Hank: Thank you three for helping Carter prepare dinner.

Linda: All Benedict and I did was harvest some vegetables.

Benedict: Yeah, Carter and Monty are the ones who actually prepared dinner.

Hank: Nonsense, any amount of help is good. Besides, you help everyone else around the house.

Benedict: It's nothing.

Linda: We didn't really do much.

Annabelle: Well we think you two did a lot, so don't give yourselves so much critic.

Linda: Alright.

Benedict: Okay, Mrs.McSqueak.

(Everyone finishes their stew and puts their dishes in the kitchen sink. Carter, Monty, Linda, and Benedict go upstairs to Carter's room at the end of the hallway.)

Carter: So what do you guys want to do before we fall asleep? I have movies, books, video games, and board games.

Linda: I don't know...

(Linda noticed a framed photo on Carter's nightstand.)

Linda: What's that a picture of?

Carter: Oh, that's a picture of the four of us during your eleventh birthday.

(The four looked at the picture and started reminiscing about that day.)

(June thirteenth, six years ago)

Iris(Linda's mom): Are you ready for your birthday party at Carter's place, Jacob.

Jacob: I sure am, I can't wait to see Carter, Monty, and Benedict..(Jacob turns away and starts blushing)

Rowen(Linda's dad): You okay, son?

Jacob: I'm fine, I just got lost in my thoughts.

(They arrive at Carter's house where he, Monty, and Benedict were waiting for him.)

Carter, Monty, and Benedict: (excited) Jacob!!!

Jacob: (excited) Guys!!!

(The four hug as Annabelle, Hank, and Mariana walk up to Iris and Rowen.)

Annabelle and Mariana:(excited) Iris, how's our bestie?

Iris: I'm doing great.

(The three of them hug.)

Hank: Rowen. How's my brother from another mother?

Rowen: I'm doing just fine.

(They high-fived and patted eachother on the back.)

Hank: How's the birthday boy?

Jacob: I'm doing great!

Hank: That so good to hear, now are you ready to have a fantastic birthday!?

Jacob: I was born ready!

(They played limbo, pin the tail on the dolphin, musical chairs and truth or dare. When it was time for cake and presents, Hank got Jacob a camo bandana, Annabelle got Jacob a blue t-shirt that said "Boys will be Boys", Carter got Jacob a model monster truck, Monty got him a slingshot, Benedict got Jacob a blue journal to write down his thoughts, his mom got him a remote controlled helicopter, and his dad got him a blue skateboard and matching helmet.)

Jacob: Thanks, guys.

Annabelle: Alright, it's time for cake.

(Everyone gets excited as Annabelle brings out a big chocolate cake with eleven white birthday candles on it, they sing the birthday song and Jacob blows out his candles.)

Rowen: Want me to take a picture of you and your friends?

Jacob: Sure thing, dad.

(Rowen takes a picture of the four boys smiling and having a good time, it then cuts back to the present.)

Carter: And to think Linda used to be into sterotypical boy stuff back then.

Linda: Well I actually only pretended to like that kind of stuff because I didn't know that I wanted to be a girl back then, I just thought I was weird.

Benedict: I kinda had a feeling that you didn't like being a boy, that's why a got you that journal, so you could write down your thoughts and emotions instead of bottling them up, but I guess that wasn't enough because you ended up cutting off your antlers two years later.

Linda: Actually Ben, it was writing in that journal that helped me realize that I wanted to be a girl instead of a boy.

Benedict: Well I'm glad I helped you discover who you really are.

(July second, four years ago.)

Carter: Oh my gosh!

Monty: I think I'm gonna be sick!

Benedict: What's going on gu- Oh sweet Jesus!

(It shows Jacob's head bleeding severely from where his antlers were with his antlers in one hand and a hack saw in the other.)

Benedict:(panicking) Jacob, are you okay!?

Jacob: I'm better than okay, I'm free.

Monty: Why did you cut of your antlers?

Jacob: I didn't like it...

Carter: You didn't like what?

Jacob: I didn't like being a boy, I was always curious about stereotypical girly things and I think it's because I always wanted to be a girl deep down.

Carter: Do you need us to take you to the hospital?

Jacob: No, I just need some ointment to keep my head from getting infected and bandages to stop the bleeding.

Benedict: On it!

(Benedict rushes to get the bandages and ointment because he desperately wants to keep Jacob safe.)

Benedict: I have what you need.

(Benedict tends to his wounds.)

Carter: Have you figured out a new name yet?

Linda: Yeah, from now on, call me Linda.

(It cuts back to the present.)

Linda: I'm sorry I did that, there were much safer ways to deal with my gender dysphoria and what I did freaked you guys out.

Carter: It's alright, you didn't know how to handle your dysphoria and that's okay.

Benedict: I'm just glad that you're okay now.

Monty: We'll always be there for you, boy, girl, or other.

Linda: Thanks guys..

The end of part 14

[mundomultipolar]

O significado político da guerra Israel X crianças palestinas

Jesus Cardoso e Mariana Schlickmann

Contudo, é importante destacar que a entidade sionista foi atacada de uma forma inédita. Pela primeira vez alguém atacou Israel e matou centenas de soldados sionistas, pegando-os de surpresa e passando por cima da Forças de Defesa de Israel, IDF, na sua sigla em inglês, e seu sistema de vigilância liderado pelo Mossad. Nunca mais os colonos se sentirão tranquilos em Israel, e muitos pegaram o aeroporto para fugir do país.

Já os EUA destruíram o que levaram décadas construindo, a normalização da relação com os árabes. O dia 7 de outubro explodiu os Acordos de Abraão e colocou na agenda mundial a causa palestina, mobilizando milhões de pessoas, em especial no mundo muçulmano. As consequências são imprevisíveis, particularmente para regimes colaboracionistas com os do Egito e Jordânia.

https://sakerlatam.org/o-significado-politico-da-guerra-israel-x-criancas-palestinas/

[ivanreydereyes]

Ya están las COCA_COLAS de NAVI_DAD [IVAN al reves y PAPA en INGLES al derecho y al reves]..por cierto..no fui con PARAGUAS a comprarlas y la LLUVIA mojo mis lentes x lo q era mejor VER sin ELLAS..además veo lo suficiente a no ser que quiera distinguir de LEJOS a una TIA GUAPA O FEA [=Federacion Española de ATLETISMO sin REAL donde les ayude hacer la MUDANZA a la calle VALLADOLID xq la hermana de mi amigo Fernando DIZ trabajaba alli y de las 30.000 pts q me dieron mas un CHANDALL de JOHN SMITH de las OLIMPIADAS DE ATLANTA'96 durante el cual DERRIBARON un avion de la TWA del q se salvo tomar PANUCCI xq le perdieron el equipaje fichando a continuacion x REAL MADRID.. di la mitad como REGALO de BODA a los DIVORCIADOS GEMA ALMARCHA ALCOLEA y un Piloto Militar reconvertido en CIVIL q se casaron en la IGLESIA del CRISTO DEL PARDO con el CADILLAC q CEACEASCU regalo a CARRILLO q guardo en la sede del Partido COMUNISTA en calle SANTISIMA TRINIDAD junto a DOLORES IBARRURI la PASIONARIA y celebrando el CONVITE en la otra punta de MADRID u HOTEL PALACE donde MADONNA BESO a ANTONIO BANDERAS para su documental TRUTH OR DARE=VERDAD O DESAFIO..q en ESPAÑA fue en LA CAMA CON MADONNA=VIRGEN..por cierto..Fernando DIZ vive en EL PALMAR DE TROYA en SEVILLA donde construyeron su propio VATIKANO x unas supuestas Apariciones MARIANAS en los 60]

Por cierto..se hizo con el CADILLAC Gonzalo TORNOS CAFRANGA socio del PADRE de mi amigo y vecino JOSE MANUEL ALMARCHA en el concesionario BOOS de AUTO_CARAVANAS y de FIAT_LANCIA_ALFA&ROMEO [me contó q cuando los ITALIANOS le dieron la CONCESION ..los LLEVO DE PUTAS al D'Angelo=hijo de BEATRIZ LUENGO cuyo padre NACARINO hizo alguna reforma en casa de mis padres..y se lo expropiaron cuando hicieron la TERMINAL IV de BARAJAS xq estaba a las faldas de PARACUELLOS=MATANZA DE FASCISTAS de la q culpan a CARRILLO]..y su hijo DAVID TORNOS FARRELY [con el q luego fundó GLORIA Cars de coches de EPOCA] al q vi por última vez en sala EL SOL [me dio una palmada en el pecho y me dijo q tenía una buena caja pues entonces era CULTo+tURISTA pero aficionado como a todo que no sea trabajo o como el sexo jaja]..le enfocaron bien en la fragata NUMANCIA cuando MARTA SANCHEZ con OLE_OLE y vestida como una CALIENTA_POLLAS canto SOLDADOS DEL AMOR la NAVIDAD de 1990 durante la GUERRA DEL GOLFO tocandole A DAVID el coche q sorteo entre los MARINEROS DE REEMPLAZO la revista de DESNUDOS Y POLITICA "INTERVIU" q fundó el malogrado Antonio ASENSIO en un LOCAL DE LA IGLESIA en BARCELONA como la revista TIEMPO con su grupo ZETA [=BAJISTA de los muy reveladores o apocalípticos argentinos SODA STEREO] y reventando los derechos televisivos del fútbol con el PACTO DE NOCHEBUENA.

Por cierto..luego MARTA SANCHEZ salió desnuda en INTERVIU y dejó a su novio o el malogrado BATERIA de OLE_OLE Juan TARODO q le dio la oportunidad para lanzarse con cd MUJER en el mercado anglosajón ennoviandose con el batería negro de DURAN DURAN y SOUL ASYLUM [entró a la mitad de grabación de GRAVE DANCERS UNION..en cuya portada salen unos niños desnudos con la madre..y q luego publicaron cd CHANGE OF FORTUNE con un mono con el agua al cuello viendo un MOVIL]..el cual colaboro en el cd FUERZA NATURAL del malogrado argentino CERATI de SODA STEREO

Por cierto ..la hermana MELLIZA de Marta SANCHEZ murió de cancer con 38 años cuando estaba Marta casada con un tal JESUS Cabanas como segundo matrimonio y padre de su hija=HASTA SIEMPRE, FOR_MEN_T_ERA [PARA HOMBRES CRUZ ERA]

[at0micc0la]

IT ISSSS, like how can someone live without pasta :'cccc (it indeed means no more lasagna, noooo) you're so right, it jad enough of me constantly breaking the rules 💔

I'm not even surprised, the egg event is so fun. do you have a favourite one?(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) OH MY GOSH WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FAINT??! are you okay?? no injury?? jesus that has to be so scary, how are you feeling?? did it got better since then?🥺 I'm so glad that some people from your university were around!!♡ as you should, eat your breakfast!! i also don't eat it but i know it's important i mean you kept your body overnight without any food and breakfast helps you get a bit more of the energy. please don't forget your breakfast again, we don't want you to faint again♡

He indeed is, can see why you love that shark boy. personally love Valorant but I completely get it, Valorant isn't for everyone :cc hope he'll get more of other content soon, i mean there's so much games he can play :< since 12?! aww man, he's basically streamer you grow up around, so cute(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) (remind me of the time i started to watch Rubius in 11 and completely didn't understand a world for a few years lol)

Thankfully not here, if classes are cancelled they're cancelled. no rescheduling no double classes, it's honestly so nice. -🐈

The egg event was so good!!! There is so much drama, like, Foolish and Mariana yesterday (4/6) had a sleepover w the eggs and they kissed!!!

As we say here, my tv just turned itself off, thanks to the gods that I didn't hit myself, I'm working on getting over this hate for breakfast (i swear that is the worst ) o(TヘTo)

Yeah yeah, the shark boy is so comforting, and I think he has a nice voice to listento o(*￣▽￣*)ブ. Yeah yeah, he is my parasocial bestie sjjssj. I remember NOT watching Rubius bc my parents are strict so they don't like cuss words and Rubius was always cussing!!!!! Like German (if any english speaker is reading this, German is a chilean "og youtuber" that did skits, they were funny but at the same time they are product of the time) but rubius and mangel videos in their spain house were amazing, good times those

SO jealous of your classes, I had an stressful week (it doesn't help that I been procrastinating everything) and it feels like I have no time but at the same time I been doing nothig (it doesn't help that I been so focused in watching Hunter x Hunter, like that serie is SOOOO GOOD, completely recommende if you haven't seen it)

I want to apologize cat, I left this ask written half of it and then had it in the back of my mind :cc. How was your week?? I presented my economy's work and the professor said that if with my group didn't have a job later in life we could do it so... I kinda have a job jsjsjs

[mariavmaria]

vários amores, vários vocês, o professor cantou “revendo os amigos”, eu refaço, recanto, reformulo “reencontrando amores”, por ser apaixonada pelas amizades, as poucas e intensas - tem também os amores que ficam, entraram e foram ficando, íntimos, ouvi esses dias “esse é da minha turma” e pensei: “minha turma é muita intimidade” e se não fôssemos assim, emocionados, o que seríamos?

registros-histórias misturadas de final de ano:

. apesar da memória, eu não te esqueço. as últimas semanas foram in-tensas-tenssíssimas-mas me fizeram amar, sentir dor, tristeza, desejo, você sumida, eu - na rua me apelidaram de aparecida menina solta, fazendo aparições de um jeito incomum - a energia fim de ano (resolvi inverter nesse) - juntando amis sempre que dá sempre que sobra tempo mesmo com a falta dele a sua falta companhia grudinho de bar (2023 acho que teremos isso - mesmo sem dinheiro)

. nessa semana - hoje é a última segunda-feira do ano - entre a correria exaustante de final de ano, paramos para nos observar, depois de tanto tempo sem cê tá por perto, lembramos que nosso lov lov também aconteceu numa última segunda-feira do ano, naquele mesmo boteco de uma mulher só, perto da casa que a mariana morava - apesar do outubro anterior, foi ali no fim de ano e depois no natal (que escrevemos “felis natal” pelas ruínas da cidade, em dourado, cor que piro - se é que é cor) - e deu nisso nisso

. nessa semana - eu vou pra casa delas em clima de encontrinho natalino, enquanto todo mundo foi pra festa free - e eu só consegui refletir que todas as últimas vezes que estive em meio a lugares de muitas pessoas(maioria desconhecidas / semi-conhecidas / de vista / lugares de todo mundo) eu me senti muito muito mal e acabei me apoiando nas muito muito próximas - e que se as não encontrasse eu iria embora. em nossa reunião 80’, descubro que temos mais coisas em comum e damos sequências em mil maços de cigarros roubados, não sei como sobrevivemos. 'cê nem percebeu nada - hoje te dou carona.

. semana passada - meu amor me salvou de novo, palavras bonitas e agora você me abraça mais que 10 segundos, a gente precisou ficar adultos e amadurecer a amizade (mais do que já é) pra poder chegar nesse nível. sua carta me abre os olhos toda vez que tô afundando, obrigada, por tudo (porque não temos menos que tudo).

. ontem - natal e você me conforta em mais uma noite de jesus, mais uma ceia que eu fico estranhíssima - todas serão assim? e você já se acostuma, é tão bonito o gesto, além da sua cara linda. deu meia noite e estamos exaustos, que bom que você está aqui. família, família e a família do meu pai que canta parabéns pro menino. somos dois x pra natal mas fizemos questão de confeccionar docinhos pra todo mundo, embalamos, e natal deve ser isso, dar de nós - te vi feliz e fui feliz assim, compartilhando - fomos na nossa amiga, já que estávamos ali perto, na casa da minha tia avó, e no fim, estamos fechando o ano felizes, com pessoas que nos alegram, fazendo coisas aleatórias, sem querer ter trabalho.

nunca somos felizes por inteiro e nunca seremos, por isso não posso me esquecer de olhar delicadamente aos momentos bons -

. o ano foi tenso, misturado com os últimos dois, em resumo, faz três anos que clamo por diferença, mudança etc, mas senti medo e nada fiz, quer dizer, fiz muito! mas das mesmas coisas das quais já estou cansada há uns bons (ruins) - dessa vez, olha, dessa vez …

. me aproximo dela a cada dia que passa, aguardo ansiosamente por nosso novo encontro.

<dezembro de 2022>

[click-2000]

Naquele minuto, à meia-noite, o mundo segurou a respiração  

Quando o segundo ciclo de mil anos depois de Cristo terminou, o mundo esperava o alvorecer de uma nova era. Não se sabia bem o que essa nova era poderia trazer. Talvez os Senhores Supremos desceriam do céu, talvez uma hecatombe acometeria a Terra, talvez o núcleo terrestre geraria em silêncio uma explosão em massa ou talvez toda a tecnologia até então pararia de funcionar, levando a humanidade para o passado ao invés de projetar para o futuro. 

Nada aconteceu, em termos catastróficos. 

Toda a expectativa colocada em uma possível dizimação, na verdade, transformou-se em uma realidade hiperdigitalizada, veloz, conectada e com mais possibilidades do que nunca.  

Quem estava vivo presenciou mudanças fundamentais que alteraram toda a estrutura social. Quem nasceu pós-virada do milênio, conhece as lendas de um passado não tão distante, onde as pessoas viviam sem smartphone. Sem redes sociais. Sem streaming. Sem internet. 

E quem estava viva presenciou as expectativas e realidades sobre o, até então, futuro que era 2000. Toda uma geração ansiou por essa virada para comprovar, ou não, a mudança no mundo. As estrelas guiaram um novo comportamento para os místicos; as estruturas da sociedade chegariam a um formato diferente para os sociólogos; as tecnologias invadiriam as casas para os futurólogos; os cristãos estavam em festa celebrando o aniversário de 2000 anos de Jesus Cristo, e assim por diante, conforme cada tribo vislumbrava a chegada do ano novo. 

Nem tudo se comprovou, algumas surpresas vieram e muitas ideias se remodelaram. Sobre o mundo e sobre si. 

Click 2000 é um projeto que abraça, justamente, essas expectativas X realidade de quem conjecturava o réveillon tão aguardado. 

Embarque nessas histórias para se surpreender com esse passado de 22 anos ou relembre esse passado que faz parte da sua trajetória. 

Um abraço da equipe,

Ariane, Mariana, Matheus e Miluna. 

[ivanreycristo]

..y siguiendo, VIRGINIA MAESTRO, con pilotos MILITARES fui a la Boda de uno en la IGLESIA del CRISTO DEL PARDO [donde vivia FRANCO]..pues se caso con GEMA ALMARCHA ALCOLEA [duraron un par de años pues ella era azafata de vuelo y el luego se pasó a la AVIACION CIVIL]..siendo el coche de la BODA el CADILLAC q CEACEASCU [ajusticiado junto a su MUJER la NAVIDAD de 1989] regalo al COMUNISTA CARRILLO [q murió con 97 años y apesar de ser un gran fumador..el día q echaron a LIAM GALLAGHER de OASIS del BERNABEU=18_09_2012] y q tenía abandonado en la sede de la calle SANTISIMA TRINIDAD [donde puso con la PASIONARIA la sede del PARTIDO COMUNISTA cuando lo legalizo JUANCARLOS I el SABADO SANTO de 1977] hasta q lo vendió y se hizo finalmente con él GONZALO TORNOS socio del padre de GEMA y de mi amigo JOSECHU en concesionario BOOS de Autocaravanas y de FIAT_ALFAROMEO_LANCIA a las FALDAS DE PARACUELLOS [Matanza de FASCISTAS q achacan a CARRILLO] q les fue EXPROPIADO al construir la TERMINAL IV ..montando luego una empresa de coches de EPOCA llamada GLORIA Cars y cuyo hijo DAVID TORNOS FARRELY fue en la GUERRA DEL GOLFO marinero de REEMPLAZO en la fragata NUMANCIA [Famoso x resistencia a ROMA]..siendo enfocado muy fijamente en la actuación de OLE OLE o MARTA SANCHEZ cantando SOLDADOS DEL AMOR en la NAVIDAD de 1991 en dicha FRAGATA Y a la cual se le murio su hermana Melliza PAZ con 38 años estando casado con su 2do ex_marido un tal JESUS CABANAS padre de su hija..

..y a DAVID le tocó el coche q SORTEABA ENTRE LA TRIPULACION la REVISTA INTERVIU para la q se desnudo MARTA SANCHEZ autora de MI CUERPO PIDE MAS jaja

..x cierto..la última vez q vi al rubito DAVID fue en sala EL SOL dándome una palmada en PECHO y diciéndome q tenía BUENA CAJA..pues antes me machacaba mucho en el GYM con la CREENCIA DE FOLLAR MAS FACIL pues de hecho el monitor del GYM [un tal CARLOS q era como SCHWARZENEGGER pero en GUA_PERAS q luego cuando traspaso el GYM EMBAJADA el dueño del EXPLOSIONADO RESTAURANT EL DESCANSO y fundador de cadena RIBS..se fue a trabajar al q pusieron junto al FONDO SUR DEL BERNABEU]..me ponía en las tablas de ejercicios IVAN DAMME [q se lio con KYLIE MINOGUE al rodar STREET FIGHTER: LA ULTIMA BATALLA] y le ganaba PULSOS en una MESA Q COMPRO ..o como al forzudo q delante de su novia q se puso muy pesado para ello en la BARRA del Moby DICK durante el Concierto de MARKY RAMONE la nochebuena'06 y el cual entro en RAMONES en LP ROAD TO RUIN fotografiandose con FELIPE VI en FINAL COPA DE REY del Estadio MANZANA+eRES

X cierto..el convite de la BODA DE GEMA ALMARCHA fue en HOTEL PALACE [en la otra punta de MADRID] donde MADONNA BESO a Antonio BANDERAS para su documental VERDAD O DESAFIO de su gira LA AMBICION RUBIA..y recuerdo q les regale la mitad del dinero [unas 15.000 pts] q me dieron x ayudar a hacer la MUDANZA a la REAL FEDERACION ESPAÑOLA DE ATLETISMO xq trabajaba la hermana de FERNANDO DIZ que vive ahora en EL PALMAR DE TROYA [su madre es de ahi] q tiene su propio VATIKANO [=grupo de CARLOS ARMAS de LOCO_MIA q se lanzaron con cd TAIO=SOL en JAPONES y q se puso junto a mi en la gira NUDE DE PRINCE en ESTADIO DE MANZANA+eRES días antes del de MADONNA=VIRGEN..en julio 1990] x unas supuestas APARICIONES MARIANAS

[hollywoodmoon]

I know I can’t be the only one that has a thing for tv twins

Like I mean c’mon

Jordan and Olivia Baker (All American)

Jesus and Mariana Foster (The Fosters)

Marcus and Maxine Baker (Ginny & Georgia)

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[metadinhaxsz]

⥂ Metadinha

Mariana Foster + Jesus Foster

⥂ @metadinhaxsz

[youremyonlywheel]

I’m sad

I have binge-watched the whole show this past month and all I cared about the finale was getting my jemma endgame.

I get Emma, and I think she was right about them needing to let themselves be with other people in order to learn how to function individually, but I can’t help feeling sad bc this is the last we’ve seen of them and they’re broken up and, most importantly, sad.

I gotta say, I love the idea of the twins going on a trip to Europe, the only thing that got me excited about their future plans

[bfostr]

it’s a family party so no boyfriends or girlfriends