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Le meti el pito al ventilador

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Persona Stand Name Headcanons

Only for the stuff I'm familiar with tho, so the mainline games and PQ1. I'm ignoring doubles and ultimates tho.

P１ ＣＡＳＴ

Naoya Toudou - A Simple Game

Kazuya Toudou - Changeling

Maki Sonomura - Ojalá

Masao Inaba - Uknowhowwedu

Kei Nanjo - Reflections

Yukino Mayuzumi - Kurayami De Dance

Eriko Kirishima - SEARCHLiGHT

Hidehiko Uesugi - Slim Shady

Yuka Ayase - Turf Dancing

Reiji Kido - Sixteen Tons

Kenta Yokouchi - Shame

Yuriko Yamamoto - Guilty As Charged

Michiko Matsudaira - Rock the Casbah

Kumi Hirose - Suicide Lane

Takeda - Instanbul

Tomomi Fujimori - Elton John

Takahisa Kandori - Bitches Brew

P2 ＣＡＳＴ

Tatsuya Toudou - Stargazer

Maya Amano - Spanish Doll

Lisa Silverman - Nana

Eikichi Mishina - WOLF DOWN THE EARTH

Jun Kurosu - In the Wake of Poseidon

Joker - Starless

Tatsuya Sudou - False Start

Junko Kurosu - Triplicate

Anna Yoshizaka - 1200

Ginji Sasaki - All Hail the Crimson King

Takashi Hanya - ...Meets His Maker

Ixquic - Funky Motion

Youichi Makimura - Don't Stand So Close to Me

Yasuo Inoe - Sadist Tastes Copper

Hiroki Sugimoto - constellations

Tamaizu Nirasawa - Mysterious Traveler

Musubu Torikiri - Maze

Katsuya Suou - Hotel California

Ulala Serizawa - Waffle

Baofu - KRS-One

JOKER - Munshun

Philemon - Somewhere Far Beyond

P3 ＣＡＳＴ

Minato Arisato/Makoto Yuki - The Mystery

Minako Arisato/Kotone Shiomi/FEMC - The 18th Letter

Yukari Takeba - Umbrella

Junpei Iori - Party and Bullshit

Mitsuru Kirijo - Bright Lights, Big City

Akihiko Sanada - The Moody Blues

Fuuka Yamagishi - Harvest Time

Aigis - Remember That

Koromaru - Canserbero

Ken Amada - Mature Opinion

Shinjiro Aragaki - Nobody Speak

Elizabeth - Final Home

Takaya Sakaki - completed nihilism

Jin Shirato - Evolution Rush

Chidori Yoshino - My Witch

Metis - Black Birds

Theodore - Extension

??? - Giving Up the Ghost

P4 ＣＡＳＴ

Yu Narukami - John Dope

Yosuke Hanamura - AMERICAN MUSCLE

Chie Satonaka - Warzone

Yukiko Amagi - Anger of the Earth

Kanji Tatsumi - Hit 'Em Up

Rise Kujikawa - Super Shy

Teddie - Inexplicable

Naoto Shirogane - Walk the Walk

Margaret - Yerbatero

Tohru Adachi - Radiologue

P5 ＣＡＳＴ

Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya/Joker - The Offspring

Morgana - Rasputin

Ryuji Sakamoto - Apocalypshit

Ann Takamaki - Change the World

Yusuke Kitagawa - Imagination

Makoto Nijima - Under Pressure

Futaba Sakura - The Number Song

Haru Okumura - Breakdown

Goro Akechi - Keeping the Motion

Caroline and Justine - Duality

Sumire Yoshizawa - crushcrushcrush

Takuto Maruki - Don

Zen - Starch

Rei - Winter Lane

[tecontos]

Putaria em Cabo Frio - Rj.

By; Charles

Oi, me chamo Charles, sou casado, tenho 38 anos e sou do Espírito Santos.

Isso aconteceu no ano passado, 2022, quando eu fiz uma viagem até Cabo Frio a trabalho.

Eu conheço bem pouca coisa por lá, mas acabei fazendo amizade com algumas pessoas andando de noite pelos bares e festas. Era próximo ao fim do ano, alta temporada, então tudo estava bem lotado.

Uma das noites da minha estadia, havia encontrado um grupo de conhecidos meus perto da praia. Havia bebida, que tinham comprado em um mercado e sentamos pela calçada, bebendo e conversando.

Estávamos em um grupo de 5 rapazes, contando comigo. Lá por volta de 1h da manhã, começamos a escutar gemidos altos, como se quisessem realmente chamar atenção, vindos de alguns metros da gente. Em um quiosque fechado, estava um casal. Uma loira, magra, de cabelos compridos e seios deliciosos, com a saia levantada e top levantado, exibindo os peitos e sendo fodida pelo marido, um coroa moreno que colocou o pau pra fora do short.

Primeiro ficamos um pouco envergonhados, mas olhando aquela delicia de mulher, logo bateu o tesão misturado com álcool e fomos chegando mais perto pra olhar. O coroa metia com vontade, socando a rola na xota da loira branquinha, que não exibia os peitos pra gente com cara de safada e rindo. Logo ele anunciou que ia gozar e ela ajoelhou, abocanhando a pica.

O marido fez sinal que poderíamos chegar perto e sem pensar mais, os cinco botamos os paus pra fora. Ela chupava cada um como dava, punhetando os que ficavam ao redor. Logo estávamos todos com cuspe da loira pingando dos cacetes e bolas, e não demorou pra que todo mundo gozasse, esporrando nos peitos grandes daquela boqueteira gostosa.

Meus quatro amigos voltaram pra calçada com as bebidas e eu fiquei lá conversando com o casal. A loira era uma jovem de 27 anos, o marido tinha 40. Eles eram super gente boa, e ela nem se preocupou em limpar a porra da cara enquanto conversávamos. Avisei pro pessoal que eu “ia embora” e acabei entrando no carro deles.

-Então você parece ser o mais safado mesmo, curte comer esposa de corno? Ta afim de passar o resto da noite lá em casa? – ele perguntou.

Topei na hora! Meu cacete já havia endurecido de novo. Ela passou pro banco de trás comigo, enquanto o corno dirigia pro hotel onde estavam. Por todo caminho fomos nos beijando, enquanto eu dedava o cu e a buceta daquela piranha, que não soltava meu pau por nada.

Logo chegamos e tivemos que fingir estarmos comportados para passar pela recepção, a julgar pelo sorriso do recepcionista, aqueles dois já haviam feito aquilo antes na semana. Se não até com o próprio? A ideia fez meu pau endurecer ainda mais.

Já no corredor do hotel a safada tirou o top, e ia andando na nossa frente levantando a saia, sem calcinha, exibindo seu belo rabo e a xota depilada. O marido corno e eu atrás, os cacetes saltando dos shorts, até que chegamos na porta deles.

Já fomos tirando tudo, jogando as roupas pelo chão e eu agarrando ela, beijando a boca com lábios grossos e apertando todo seu corpo. O corno caminhava com calma pelo quarto, trancando a porta, separando algumas bebidas numa bandeija e ligando a tv.

– Vocês preferem um porno mais leve ou preferem fuder assistindo alguma coisa mais explícita? – ele perguntou com o controle numa das mãos e acariciando o pau com a outra.

– Poe um porno pesado! Poe logo uma puta que nem eu sendo rasgada por vários! E traz o lubrificante lá do banheiro que eu quero que ele coma meu cu! – a esposa respondeu.

Enquanto o corno ajeitava o quarto e trazia bebida e lubrificante, eu chupava o grelo da esposa dele. Meti minha língua na buceta lisa e no cuzinho, e ela me retribuiu pagando um boquete que quase me fez gozar. Quando pedi que ela parasse, o corno me passou uma camisinha, que logo botei e puxei aquela loira gostosa e puta pro meu colo, botando ela pra cavalgar. Dava tapas e xingava ela de cadela e vagabunda, enquanto meu pau entrava até as bolas baterem no rabo dela.

Depois a coloquei de quatro, enrabando aquele cu apertado, com o corno derramando lubrificante no meu pau e no cu dela e espalhando. Durante toda a foda, ele abriu o rabo dela pra piroca entrar, sendo bem submisso e fazendo bem seu trabalho, enquanto eu gozava pela segunda vez aquela noite, dessa vez bem na bunda daquela loira puta.

O corno sentou do nosso lado na cama, a esposa dele agarrada comigo como namorados, bebendo e conversando sobre os filmes de putaria na tv, até bem tarde. Acabamos dormindo os três ali. Logo de manhã a puta acordou antes dele e me acordou mamando meu cacete.

-Come minha xota de novo!

Demos outra trepada, com ela deitada e eu por cima. Fodemos como loucos e o marido dela nem se mexeu, já devia estar acostumado. Quando fui gozar, ela pediu que eu tirasse a camisinha e gozasse sobre a buceta dela. Bati uma punheta e finalizei onde ela pediu.

Ela levantou e colocou a parte debaixo de um biquini, ‘guardando’ a porra ali.

-Vou lá fora comprar algo pra comer e já volto!

A puta havia saído só de biquini para ir no mercado próximo ao hotel e eu esperei no quarto com o corno. Quando ela voltou e baixou o biquini, minha porra misturada ao corpo dela pingava, exalando cheiro de foda, que deu tesão de novo. Dessa vez o corno e eu comemos ela juntos ele socou na xota melada dela enquanto eu fodi seu cu, numa DP deliciosa, que durou até que ela gozasse berrando. Finalizamos esporrando na cara, cabelo, peitos, banhando aquela cadela com porra das duas rolas misturada.

Só sai do hotel deles na noite do dia seguinte, depois de muita foda e vários jatos de porra no corpo da esposa daquele corno. Foi um dos melhores dias que tive em Cabo Frio. Pena que não pude rever esse casal, mas adoraria comer aquela puta com aquele corno olhando novamente.

Enviado ao Te Contos por Charles

[dailyanarchistposts]

Canada’s first national park

In 1871, AS A CONDITION OF BRITISH COLUMBIA JOINING Canada, the Canadian Government had to agree to build a transcontinental railroad linking BC to the rest of the country. Of course, the construction of a transcontinental railroad also established a claim to the remaining parts of British North America not yet integrated into either the Canadian or America nation-states. It comes as no surprise that Banff National Park was created in 1885, the year of the defeat of the Metis Rebellion, which cleared and opened the west for settlement, tourists and capital investment.

The official story goes that in 1882, Tom Wilson, a surveyor for the Canadian Pacific Railway, “discovered” Lake Louise, the most accessible centerpiece of the park, on the way through the Rockies. A year later the Cave and Basin Hot springs were discovered by three railway construction workers. People began to flock to the site, hotels went up and the town of Banff was born.

The truth, however, is that it was people from the Nakodah First Nation that guided Wilson to the Lake. In fact, they already had a name for it, they called it “The Lake of the Little Fish.” The Nakodah (also known as Stoney) are descendants of the Dakota and Lakota nations of the Great Plains and the Rocky Mountains, part of the large Sioux Nation.

The name “Stoney” was given them by white explorers because of their technique of using fire-heated rocks to boil broth in rawhide bowls. The Nakodah were familiar with the area, having lived throughout it for at least several hundred years. They knew the trails and passes as part of their hunting grounds. There is archaeological evidence pointing to human occupation going back at least ten thousand years, but apparently the Nakodah came from somewhere around the Mississippi after an outbreak of smallpox in the 1600’s.

In any case, by the time the Railroad was being built, the mountains were part of their home. I’m not aware of any uprisings to protect their homelands, however the “Stoney” were signatories to Treaty 7. (In order for the transcontinental railroad to make its way across Canada, it had to go through what were recognized as the traditional lands of different aboriginal peoples. So it was important for the Canadian State to negotiate Treaties with the distinct tribes living along the route to allow the railroad to be built.) Regardless, the whole territory was evidence of long term harmonious human occupation, much like Yellowstone.

Sadly, during the first decades, park managers would do regular predator hunts, believing that mountain lions, coyotes and wolves, for instance, should be killed to save deer and elk. And now, only a hundred and thirty years later, many of the Park’s eco-systems are threatened, as are several of the animals who live within it, and the Nakodah live on a reservation.

In its 2007 annual report the Parks Canada web site states: “Parks Canada continued to work with the Siksika Nation and Indian and Northern Affairs Canada to resolve the outstanding specific claim in the park.” The claim is by the Siksika First Nation. Furthermore, in May 2000 the Siksika threatened “ to occupy Castle Mountain in Banff National Park to pressure the federal government into handing it over. The Siksika, who live east of Calgary near Gleichen, say they’ve been trying since 1960 to gain control of a 68-square-kilometre parcel that was used by their ancestors for rituals.[4]”

The Siksika are part of the Blackfoot Confederacy, which consists of four different tribes, the Pikuni/Peigan, North Peigan Pikuni, Blood/Kainai, and Blackfoot/Siksika. Banff is the most heavily developed national park in North America, entertaining more than five million visitors a year and has been the site of fights between environmentalists and developers. Environmentalists claim that added development “will put added stress on a fragile lake region where grizzly bears, lynx and wolverines are already threatened by the presence of as many as 20,000 tourists a day.[5]”

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every time I feel cringe for spreading the Metis Elysia gospel all I must remember is that im pretty sure I follow a beader on instagram who makes hazbin hotel and helluva boss beadwork and that I can be cringe AND free

[scentedchildnacho]

He asked me if he could sleep outside and where he could go cops would not bother him......so i told him i dont know thinking from my information its all very personal.....you have a stalker from childhood and you didn't die of disease as a child and The affliction on Americans as what Canada became will stalk you till you die of disease........i told him i dont know what cops are going to do but the only people who told me they were confronted were selling marijuana without a liscence....so they dont like interfereing with their heroin czar

He asked me....if he had to hide so I said I don't feel that way you don't have to hide ....but cops will maybe bother you if you are too unsafe so map out space like you have technology like the english and try to stay as safe as possible....

Try to have a good time....and they probably won't bother you....

The hygiene terrorists in jobs like the workless light guards they will be in your face all the time because they have like an artist leader and are sure of a politic and it's all just dumb and brutal like shooting high powered lights in the face of poverty

If its like oh they stole your welfare utilities to shoot high powered head lights at you that they will bother you with all the time

A baltic not a white killed the Messiah so I notice they are neo Nazis I have viruses dormant in my lower back spine tissue and if they can be as brutal and hard battery dumb as possible to cause the virus to move up the back of my spine into my back brain then that's all they do is rape people

Hotels are just stained and gross to stay in....if its jobs it's mean workless people that want to chain ya up if you wont give them highest cost to your life

I was in new Mexico so more be afraid of finding the cops comforting it's just the cops and they to lightening strike and experiment on you have to give you a cell and meals without inconvenience and a shower so

They to do cellular experimentation still have to give criminals a few rights if it's car based job hygiene terrorists cruelty there are no rights at all...

I think they are more northwest territories for farming like the Canadian metis native population with biracial European native heritage....digging large trees up the first time people saw the forest floor so it's mythic potential is maybe more extreme then whites could accomplish first time people shot a population into an exray....and the native Nazi will come and do all it can to gather all natives together as one people....

Whites want financializing though and that all made financializing look really cruel and it's science isn't

Its jobs that need a non science education exoneration all the time

All the time the interface asks the bank for stuff

Change the interface

Governments do give subsidies so needing gas money from the bank doesn't kill poverty

Anyway I have found out my mother is normative....so many women are that way their superiors for learning physical handicap....

Anyway technocrats more important to jobs then science so

So next mission see if I can change the self checkout to a larger more accommodating interface

I will have to ask the man who told me he is white who the staff at mount soledad follows as a destroyer....he about putting his foot up to lean on his knee knows to look just like american quarters and blacks his eyes out like white Russian illiterate slavish workers so he can probably tell me the punk life artist

They do have a punk artist though.....

Well if you got an itch scratch it....

The free whites were more slavs instead of slaves....

That's why I think I will just be one of the beat up people......I follow have you received the holy Spirit that followed billy graham I think the destroyer will get so annoying they will complete the art form and cut their heads off

Some jobs do like their blond hair dos just like mariee Antoinette....

Because it's Aries and I was warned about I was fat that it does get pretty funny

Well if you have to be............a cop at a food line if they try to put their foot up to lean on their knee they look like a hyper funk butt fucker......so a lot is to deter people from finding the NRA a good or wanted option in security

I do have some passive vegan belief systems and heresies like believes in saints are sometimes mercy slaughtered like catharists but I think I will have done enough alcoholism apology to avoid Wall dent sians....

Will i get my head cut off?........i think my judge is correct I will have to have actually done something

I will have to finally do something to staff at compass to not appear so passive as to just die of rape and fleas.....so what should I do....

Compass staff has been there over seven months without expedited process truth is they wouldn't clear their stuff out of the building and allow a different care team to try

Maybe dont do anything to them they already will interact with those street men so they probably already to them ...

Its more really soothing to watch jobs get their envy of poverty out and clear a space out of their equipment instead of territorialize and threaten all feminine kind with genital mutilation

When jobs can't be a tribal territory when they may pop up with their equipment then leave for other artists that will be a lot better when 100percent placement for graduates

San Diego is more having to live through the cops striking conditions and just refusing to tolerate conditions because criminal take overs are just way to brutal for their health

Its more that cops leave as much as they can....

Priorly that was high tide and high surf storm warnings and transportation to American red cross locations was mandatory but only Judy creepy bitch judy that won't expedite criminal rights so areas are clear and safe more often is here

That's wanting unionism......and republicanism to be mean to you instead of people who will let things die in the chaos

That's me about I don't like Judy I did actually have to be a Catholic worker like live as the poor do....and I after a lot would give the men their criminal rights to stop them harassing everyone around before continuing slave policy Judy comes from some thought of complete unforgiveness and I don't find that correct

So i believe the street men they have a health condition that causes them to look lazy and they are in some type of physicality......and they do respond to the taking care of.....and they admit criminal tendencies because if people are warned of something then it can't happen.....

I think they do more want criminology care

Uhm sophie shole went to concentration about a whole list of compensation demands or no work....i dont think she was beheaded she wouldnt work

They claimed she was beheaded because she wouldnt call the Nazi party about God.....

Anyway......i follow Martin Luther King Jr who would receive Jewish funding from women secretly......because of The Jews....he would help show people options to not nuke

I dont have any world that neo nazis don't have a superior God to mine sometimes so

The lady that told me she would make my life a misery showed up with a black eye.....

Martin would help about The Jew.....so

Martin did live till he was like 80 till he was assassinated so.....he about negroes appears naive in some way so....it's so Jewish women didn't have to

Neo Nazis didn't create God though.......they do have Gods

You have to teach Sophie though or you will have to take work getting a record and then nothing after a brief high...

Most of Germany is on hydro power not nukes anymore so you have to teach her though or you will have to go to technocrats

It can appear from an impoverished perspective that all wealthier people have to be removed from a situation or die off its individuation after anti political but no it's Martin and it's just that artist

It is just the executive decisions with the FDA.....otherwise women would just do other stuff

Because it's peter marks and no one would ever have a name like Peter marks

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Hera

No final.dos anos 80, passeava no Porto na rua S. Catarina. Ao ver a montra de uma sapataria, notei uma fragrância como uma pintura fresca cheia de flores de jasmim, como um jardim á beira-mar plantado "Agora fez-me viajar pelo horto da luxúria" disse eu. Momentaneamente entramos em contacto visual, ela sorriu, como se soubesse o que eu estava a pensar. Senti o veneno nas suas veias como um zumbido de metamorfose. "Parece uma boneca ... tão sensual" dizia eu, Em forma de provocação sorriu novamente e deu-me um estalo ao ir-se embora. Olhou para trás com um ar desafiador, como se dissesse "Anda, corteja-me, talvez tenhas sorte". Não importei com a vergonha, mas sim o foco ficou nela. Andamos uns bons metros pela rua, olhava pelo reflexo das montras, ela a mexer no cabelo, olhos provocadores, parava por instantes por desconforto, como se andas-se desesperada de desejo. "Não vou-te perdoar essa insolência deliciosa", dizia para os meus botões. Na praça da batalha entrou num Hotel, falou com a rececionista e a olhar ambas para mim. Dei tempo que ela meteu-se no elevador, entrei para o átrio.e fui a recepção. Já conhecia a rececionista de vista, antes de eu falar, sorriu e disse "quarto 61". Disse obrigado e sorri de volta. Bati.á porta, ela abriu com uma lingerie, uma túnica rendada, e uma desfaçatez exuberante. "Chamo-me Rui, mas isso pouco importa para os nossos intentos, certo ? " disse eu. "Chamo-me Margarida, e fim da conversa ! " disse ela e sorriu. Notei um certo cinismo na sua voz e logo virei-a e encostei-a á parede. Conhecei-a despir lentamente, beijava tudo o que era pele fina e sensível. Sussurrei-lhe "queres sentir o meu ego na boca, não é sua ordinária ? " ... ela ia a falar , "xuuuu,, caluda !" Agarrei-a pela nuca e beijei por trás da orelha. senti ainda mais a excitação vir ao de cima. Entanto pelo o seu respirar levemente ofegante, senti que está molhada. Sem reservas baixei-me para o interior das suas coxas, e beijei uma e outra á vez até as suas virilhas. Lambi como se fosse um.manjar de Deusa Hera, á volta da vagina deliciei-me como se fossem mil ostras. Os lábios externos carnudos, os internos como uma delícia de carne fresca o.seu grelo pedia-me que mordesse, "que riqueza" disse eu. Subitamente poe-se de joelhos, começou como as mãos abrir o fecho da calças e expôs o meu membro duro "humm é todo para mim ? " Dizia ela. Começou a festa, chupou como um pirulito, beijou e lamber as minhas bolas, como a língua de fora foi várias vezes pelo o meu ego acima. Mamou, chupou, fez trinta por uma linha, "delícia, sua putinha" dizia eu. De forma sedutora, transformou-se numa diaba, como se o purgatório fosse um mar de rosas. Emporrou-me para a cama , e encaixou-se no meu ego de costas para mim. "Fode-me como se não houvesse amanhã" dizia ela, Eu com o meu membro duro e ela com a vagina extremamente molhada , ela só podia cavalgar fortemente. Meti-lhe um dedo no ânus , "seu cabrão ...", dizia ela, com voz tremula. Rolava em cima do meu membro, aí sentir a vagina contrair-se e logo parou , era um orgasmo.."Não vim aqui só para isto, sua putinha .." dizia eu. Ela continuou a revolar-se , eu sabia que ela estava louca de tesão , só agora que os seus orgasmos tinha começado. Dois, três, quatro, por aí fora ... "Não aguento mais" dizia ela a suspirar. Com dois cigarros, dizia-me que amanhã ia apanhar o avião para uma escala Londres/Macau. Era Cio de imprensa, mas não deu muitas informações. Ao sair ela agradeçeu-me pelo momentos que a mesma tinha passado. Com um beijo na face e deu-me duas notas de contos .. "Para comprares algo de bonito".

#DomFidalgo🇵🇹 #direitosdeautorreservados

[tecontos]

Transa gostosa de mais (Out-2022)

By; Ana Carla

Olá, Me chamo Ana Carla, tenho 20 anos, moro em Porto Alegre, morena, alta (1,75 cm), tenho seios pequenos, mas uma bunda que chama atenção por onde passo, e o que os caras mais gostam é que tenho um grelo grande, e isso faz os caras ficarem doidos, e adoram chupar, e eu claro aproveito hehe.

Em Julho eu conheci um cara de outra cidade, uns 250 km de Portinho, eu o conheci pelo instagram, mas o conheci pessoalmente pouco dias depois, quando tive que ir á cidade que ele mora, e por casualidade meu pai acabou indo também resolver algumas coisas por lá.

Para encurtar um pouco eu digo que no dia que o conheci só rolou uns beijos muito gostosos, umas passadas de mão e se não tenho a desculpa do meu pai, ele me ligando para saber onde e com quem estava, eu teria dado gostoso para ele neste dia mesmo.

Acabou que rolou quando ele veio para uma feira trabalhar já nesse mês de Outubro, na primeira noite levei-o em uma festa na Cidade Baixa, e quando saímos eu disse que estava com dor de cabeça e o danado disse que eu fosse para o apart que estava ficando, que cuidaria de mim, sabia que estava louco para me comer, mas teria que fazer por merecer.

Entrei no quarto e me deitei na cama, e ele ficou ao meu lado só me fazendo carinho, tão preocupado que eu acabei o beijando e logo ele passou a beijar meu pescoço, e como eu estava de vestido a mão dele foi invadindo por baixo e acariciava minhas coxas nuas, eu comecei a passar a mão no caralho por cima da calça, alisava, apertava até que senti a mão na minha bucetinha, colocou a calcinha para o lado e começou a me bolinar gostoso, passava a mão nos lábios vaginais, enfiava um, depois dois dedos lá dentro, e eu abri o zíper da calça, tirei para fora da cueca o caralho e comecei uma punhetinha bem lentinha...

Foi quando se levantou, me levantei junto e tirou meu vestido, deixando me apenas de tanguinha preta, eu não tive dúvidas, tirei a camisa, me abaixei para ajudá-lo a tirar a calça e quando fui me levantar vi aquele caralho para fora da cueca balançando, e fiquei de joelhos e meti a pica na boca, que delícia de pau para chupar, de um bom calibre, e chupei fazendo carinhos nas suas bolas, mamei, lambi e chupei colocando e tirando todo da boca, ele só gemia, e eu me deliciando com a boca cheia de carne, adoro chupar, mas ele só pedia para meter e eu então me levantei, me empurrou contra a parede e abriu minha bunda, olhou o meu cuzinho e falou que estava tarado, que queria meter a pica em mim, foi quando fugi para a cama e me deitei, veio lentamente e começou a tirar minha calcinha, abriu minha bucetinha e quando olhou o tamanho do meu grelo enlouqueceu, ficou de joelhos na beira da cama, me puxou para ele e enfiou a língua no meu “grelinho”, eu abria a bucetinha para facilitar a chupada, o safado mordeu, lambeu e ficou chupando meu grelão, e eu sem avisar gozei na boca dele.

Ele sentindo meu gozo, me colocou na cama de quatro, e disse que eu não escaparia, bateu com a pica na minha bunda, enfiou a cabeça que deve ter saído lustrosa do meu gozo, esfregou no meu cú e agora sim socou toda a pica na minha bucetinha de poucos pelos, socava com força, e eu massageava meu grelinho, e o safado enfiava o dedinho forçando o meu cuzinho, até que o dedo entrou no meu rabo, gritei de tesão, e ele bombando forte para dentro de mim, e eu gozei logo em seguida, e cai na cama.

Ele não deixou a pica sair e continuou metendo até que avisou que ia gozar, e pedi que gozasse fora, ele tirou a pica, abriu minha bunda e esporrou na portinha, entradinha do meu cú, e deitou ao meu lado, eu me virei e começamos a nos beijar muito, virei de bunda para ele bem encostadinha e sentia aquele caralho meio duro, meio mole na minha bunda, e adormeci, só me lembro de as 5 da manhã acordar assustada pedindo que me levasse para casa, ele ate pediu para eu ficar, mas disse que não.

No outro dia me ligou a tardinha e perguntei o que iríamos fazer, disse que estava afim de ficar no hotel, estava cansado, que pediria uma pizza e se eu desejasse ficaríamos no hotel, notei que o safado não estava afim de sair comigo, que na real queria era me COMER, falei que topava, falou para que pegasse um táxi e que pagaria quando eu chegasse no hotel, falei que tudo bem.

Como o safado queria só me fuder resolvi colocar uma roupa bem de puta, de GP mesmo, depois do banho peguei uma calcinha clarinha minúscula, coloquei uma legging branca, sutiã e uma blusa branca que deixava minha barriguinha de fora, chamei o táxi e pedi que fosse ao Apart hotel.

Quando estávamos quase chegando eu avisei e ele desceu, quando me viu, se assustou, pagou e quando fomos pegar o elevador, todos ficaram me olhando, abracei ele e empinei meu rabão para trás, e logo o elevador chegou, e quando entramos ele notou que não havia câmera e então me abraçou por trás, senti a pica dura encostada na minha bunda, e dei uma reboladinha e me virei de frente para ele e nos beijamos deliciosamente, nossa o cara sabia beijar bem, me deixou acesa, mas logo chegamos no andar, e pediu que eu fosse na frente pelo corredor até o quarto, e fui rebolando maliciosamente com minha calça legging branca e com a calcinha micro enfiada…hehe.

Quando cheguei na porta do quarto o esperei e já chegou para abrir a porta me dando uma encoxada de pica deliciosamente dura. Foi o tempo do cartão abrir a porta do quarto e já começamos a nos agarrar, coloquei-o contra a parede e fui para cima, apertei a pica por cima da calça, e logo abri o zíper libertando aquela carne da calça justa, e me abaixei para ajudá-lo a tirar e quando fui ficar de pé vi aquela pica já livre da cueca que caiu em seguida, fiquei de cócoras, empinei minha bunda gostosa para trás e cai de boca na tora, nossa que coisa gostosa, parece que estava viva, e eu lambendo toda a extensão do caralho, depois chupava só a cabecinha e enfiava o que desse na boca, o cara disse que se eu continuasse assim iria gozar, então falei:

-GOZA NA MINHA BOCA, GATINHA QUER QUER LEITE

- Se é porra na boca que tu quer, eu vou te dar, mas abaixa a calça e deixa eu ver teu rabão só com a calcinha…

Então, pedi que ele sentasse em uma poltrona que havia no quarto, e fui de quatro até onde ele estava, virei de bunda e lentamente fui tirando a minha calça, ficando só com a calcinha, virei ainda de 4 para ele e reiniciei a chupeta, só que eu agora chupava e rebolava, às vezes eu levava a mão até minha xaninha e meleva com meu suco e passava no pau, assim eu sentia o gosto da pica e o meu, e notei meu grelinho duro como um tiquinho, e suguei o caralho até que ele disse que iria gozar e gozou na minha boca, nossa que delícia, tanto leitinho e fiz questão de tomar tudinho.

Assim que acabou, tirou minha camisa e sutiã, levou me até a cama, e só de calcinha me deitou na cama, ficou ajoelhado na beirada, arredou minha calcinha para o lado e enfiou a língua lá dentro, queria me retribuir pela chupada, e sabia o que fazia, pois metia a língua lá dentro e quando voltava com ela molhadinha lambia e mordiscava meu grelão, lambia os lábios externos da xaninha contornando com maestria e depois com as mãos abria a bucetinha e enfiava a língua lá dentro, chupava, lambia e vinha de volta ao meu botão até que eu avisei que iria gozar gostoso, e foi quando senti uma linguada no meu cuzinho, nossa me arrepiei e logo enfiou um dedinho, e com ele chupando meu grelo gozei escandalosamente.

Ele subiu na cama e me deu um demorado beijo, senti o gosto do meu gozo e sentindo o caralho dele duro não titubei e montei gostoso já deixando o pau escorrer todo para dentro de mim e comecei a cavalgar gostoso, as vezes ficava de joelhos e deixava só a cabeça dentro, tirava tudo e passava a pica no meu grelo, e comecei a tremer, senti que ia gozar de novo, ele me pegou pela cintura cravando a pica e não deixando que eu tirasse mais, e foi aí que eu senti um tesão, uns arrepios e gozei gritando que queria porra, e logo em seguida recebi jatos de porra que acho que chegaram até a entrada do meu útero...

Deixei meu corpo mole cair sobre o dele, ficamos ali mudos, deitados por uns 15 minutos, foi quando ele se levanta, abre uma cerva gelada e senta na poltrona a me olhar só de calcinha socada sobre a cama, pede para que eu abra as pernas, eu tiro a calcinha, fico nua e abro, ele consegue ver a sua porra escorrendo pelas minhas pernas, e pede que eu coloque os dedos na minha bucetinha, eu o faço, depois pede que leve a mão a boca e chupe os dedos, eu faço, ai me oferece uma cerva, eu levanto e vou até ele, recebo um beijo demorado e tomo um gole de cerveja bem gelada, me oferece a poltrona e senta em uma cadeira das duas que estão no entorno da pequena mesa.

Começamos a conversar sobre o tesão recíproco que sentimos, dá vontade de fuder…fuder…fuder juntos, de gozar gostoso, de gostar dos toques um do outro, e nisso já comecei a ficar com vontade, ainda mais quando ele disse que minha bunda era maravilhosa, e tomada de tesão fiquei de costas para ele e ajoelhada sob o assento da poltrona,

-TU GOSTA DELA MESMO?

-Adoro, abre esse rabo que quero olhar teu cuzinho,

Tomada de tesão, e mal sabe ele que adoro receber ordens, eu abri minha bunda deixando meu cuzinho exposto, ele levantou e veio até mim, lambeu deliciosamente meu rabinho, enfiou dois dedos na minha bucetinha e quando tirou, passou os dedos com a porra que escorria da minha buceta na entradinha, ou seria saidinha, do meu cuzinho, e enfiou um dedo, ele veio chegando, senti a respiração ofegante dele e depois o pau a lamber meu reguinho, passava o pau em toda extensão do meu reguinho, até que apontou para o meu cú, forçou com a cabeça, ele me deu um tapa na bunda e gritei já sentindo a cabeça ultrapassar e romper minhas preguinhas, e com carinho ele lentamente foi empurrando a pica para dentro e comecei a sentir uma dor gostosa, um calorzinho bom, e foi quando senti que só estava o saquinho de fora do meu rabo, recebi outro tapa na bunda, xiiii….será que estou curtindo apanhar na bundinha, e a ordem para rebolar, me pus a rebolar gostoso, e coloquei o dedinho no meu grelo e fui curtindo a empalada.

Ele mandou eu parar de rebolar, e aí tirou quase que tudo, ficou só a cabeça dentro, mas agora eu queria pica, cheguei o corpo para trás e o caralho foi novamente entrando, me invadindo deliciosamente, aí terminou calma, começou a socar com vontade, eu gemia e gritava baixinho, e foi quando deixei escapar um:

-DELÍCIA

Ele disse que ia encher meu rabo de porra, eu acelerei os movimentos no meu grelinho e disse para encher meu rabo de porra que eu ia gozar juntinho, e foi assim que recebi porra, muita porra dentro do meu cú enquanto me acabava com os meus dedos agora socados dentro da minha bucetinha….ufffaaa

Quando acabei pedi que tirasse, e foi o que ele fez, deu me um gostoso beijo e foi ao chuveiro, pediu para eu ir atrás, mas me sentei na cadeira, cansada, bem fudida e pensei;

- “se eu for lá vou tomar outra surra de pica”.

Acabei deixando ele tomar banho sozinho, depois que ele saiu eu fui, quando voltei deitamos na cama e ele pediu uma pizza, comemos, descansamos um pouco, e depois tomei mais rola ate a hora de voltar pra casa, cheguei toda assada, sem calcinha pois ele pediu de presente.

Agora espero o proximo encontro com ele para foder maias.

Beijos,

Enviado ao te Contos por Ana Carla

[sweatertheman]

Winnipeg fun facts!

We have the highest crime per capita in all of Canada.

Allegedly, it was once colder here than the arctic.

The Province of Manitoba was founded explicitly for the Metis Nation. However, due to government mismanagement, and the fact that generally, the land that makes up Manitoba kinda sucks ass, very few Metis ended up staying.

Comedian Jim Gaffigan once did a show in Winnipeg. In preparation, he was warned about the cold. He assumed it wouldn't be that bad and disregarded the warning. Only after arriving did he understand. It's really cold.

Winnipeg has been mentioned in a negative context a minimum of twice in The Simpsons.

To my memory, Winnipeg has a high immigration rate due to the low cost of living. It also has a high emmigration rate due to the lack of opportunity.

Today, on the site of millitary base Fort Garry, stands a hotel. My father, a woodworker by trade, made some furniture there.

Road work is a constant due to the horrible weather conditions.

Sand is also a constant.

Do not come to Winnipeg.

[diariodeunintrovertido]

no espero que alguien llegue a leerlo simplemente quiero dejar esto por si llega alguien muy especial como para dejarle ver esto, hace 1 mes conoci a una chica en mi trabajo realmente la quise desde un principio era una buena persona nada mas que solo una amistad, asi lo queria yo, no queria exceder limites ya que no era de mexicali venia de ciudad juarez desde otra tienda a la mia para apoyar en la apertura, sentia mucho afecto hacia ella, me encantaba que me abrazara, era asustadiza me encantaba llegar por detras picar su cintura con mis dedos y que diera saltitos, eso nunca fallaba le dije que debiamos salir ya que no nos volveriamos a ver, el horario nunca nos lo permitio, un lunes 26 de septiembre se les ocurrio la idea de salir a un billar como despedida para esos que venian de apoyo, me invitaron pero no ella, me dijo que si no iba lloraria, me sentia pesimo ese dia pero siempre quise salir con ella, era su ultimo dia en mexicali, fui como pude, llegue, la vi, se veia preciosa ella al acercarse me tomo del brazo, fue extraño ya que nunca hubo mada mas haya que platicas normales de amigos, al dia de hoy siento que exagero pero no me habia pasado con otra amiga, paso el rato me agarraba de la mano, salio a fumar un compañero se me acerca y me.dice que ella tiene ganas de besarme que si no tengo algun compromiso, hablamos de otras cosas ella volvio, seguimos juntos, nunca me separe de ella ya que no conocia a nadie mas, recuerdo que olia como a el carbon consumido combinado a carne asada, le dije eso mismo a lo que ella tiro una indirecta la cual capte al instante, "a que sabre?" lo repitio 2 veces a lo que conteste "si entendi tus indirectas no me presiones" paso la noche obvio nos besamos, fue incomodo no e besado gran cantidad de chicas entonces no tenia idea de como, cerraron el lugar, nos fuimos a un antro cercano nos despedimos en la entrada fue lindo, un abrazo, besos muy sinceros, era muy tarde y me debia ir con quien me trajo, me subi al carro y pense que debia regresar a medio camino lo hice, fui corriendo y estaba ella ahi llorando sabia que era por mi y no me arrepenti de haber vuelto, yo siempre e sido muy introvertido entonces una primera cita en un antro era mala idea no me sentia mal pero comodo tampoco estaba, unos compañeros estaban muy mal por el alcohol, hubo problemas agradezco que no me meti en uno, nos fuimos del antro ya que el hambiente era muy incomodo, eramos 6 personas, nos fuimos al hotel y todos dormimos en la misma habitación, no paso nada pero fue hermoso dormir con ella nunca tuve intenciones mas haya, no la conocia muy bien entonces no pense en eso, sentir su respiracion en la mia, despertarnos en la madrugada solo para besarnos fue la mejor noche de mi vida hasta hoy supongo, despertamos apenas nos dio tiempo de despedirnos pero en la puerta del elevador como si fuera una pelicula, me dio un beso, entre, se cerraron las puertas mientras veia su cara, nose como describirlo pero sabia que la extrañaria, me lleno de nostalgia cuando llegue a mi casa, llore lo que pude y le hable por texto, nuestras conversaciones no son tan relevantes pero estoy escribiendo esto ya que como si nada subio un estado, me entere que consiguio novio, la vrdd fue una buena experiencia no me arrepiento, aunque me siento estupido por ser tan ingenuo, me encule con una chica demasiado egoista pero lo entiendo, la distancia es un problema, supongo que solo fue una aventura mas para ella pero para mi es una leccion de vida que valorare, creo deje en claro que como amigos no funcionaria despues de lo que hizo no derrame ninguna lagrima hablando con ella ni escribiendo esto, no lo merece pero hago esto para liberar de alguna forma mis emociones escrito un 6/oct/2022

[lgbt-and-indigenous-artists]

Charlie Kerr

Charlie Kerr is not a conventional writer, he can be considered to be an artist. He not only writes, he performs, he sings, he acts. Born in Vancouver, BC, Charlie is a very proud Metis. In an interview, he has said that he loved participating in Metis organized events and speaking publicly about his heritage. He said it is almost the “genetically right thing to do”. 

Perhaps best known for being the frontman of the Canadian band Hotel Mira, Charlie’s performance skill and charisma are very unique. He embraces his feminine side whether it be on stage, in music videos, or just during a photoshoot where he dress androgynous. His music never really focused on his heritage, however. As a self titled “Social Justice Warlock”, Charlie took quite a bit of inspiration from socially active artists such as Bob Dylan and John Lennon. He also stated in an interview that social justice is something that’s always been close to his heart.

Source: 

McGuire, Benn, and Joe Leary. In Convo With Joe - Featuring Charlie Kerr (Hotel Mira). 2020, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4R7oiY3voSc. Accessed 7 Dec 2020.

"Hotel Mira's Charlie Kerr Takes His Battle With Mental Illness To The Stage In Support Of The B.C. Schizophrenia Society". Newswire.Ca, 2019, https://www.newswire.ca/news-releases/hotel-mira-s-charlie-kerr-takes-his-battle-with-mental-illness-to-the-stage-in-support-of-the-b-c-schizophrenia-society-813980499.html.

[fatehbaz]

“They could take you out for coffee and call it consultation!” [...]

Canada has been applauded for its co-management arrangements in recently established national parks [...]. First Nations were evicted from the earliest parks such as Banff and Jasper in a process of colonial territorialization that facilitated a “wilderness” model of park management and made space for capitalist enterprises like sport hunting and tourism. In Jasper National Park today, private tourism development proposals trigger a duty to consult with nations whose Aboriginal or Treaty rights may be impacted by development. [...] Jasper’s approach to reconciliation and consultation reproduces and further entrenches unequal colonial-capitalist power dynamics, relying on antipolitical strategies to produce the appearance of inclusion and to naturalize the park’s ultimate decision-making authority in First Nations’ traditional territory. [...]

A reconciliatory politics that imagines colonial injustices as occurring in the past does nothing to confront the ongoing alienation of Indigenous peoples from their lands, so that their territories remain available [...]. National parks in Canada were, as they have been elsewhere, early tools that facilitated colonial injustices and many today [...] help to maintain the neo-colonial present. [...] National parks enclosed [...] natural territories and removed First Nations whose land-based lifeways were an impediment to the colonial-capitalist project [...]. Displacement and/or exclusion has long been associated with protected area establishment, and in the current era of neoliberal governance, it is often associated with lucrative nature-based business ventures [...]. This has led many scholars to argue that conservation enclosures (and colonialism more broadly) are processes of primitive accumulation and/or accumulation by dispossession [...]. National parks have long been critiqued as playgrounds for [...], while First peoples who rely on those areas [...] were deemed antithetical to conservation. [...]

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Jasper, as one of the early southern parks, follows the southern history of exclusion. Jasper Forest Park was established in 1907 (and became Jasper Park in 1909), at which point the Metis families [...] in the park were suddenly declared “squatters” on park land. [...] Many nations, “including Cree, Stoney, Shuswap, Objibwe, several groups of Metis, Sekani, Carrier [...] consider the valley a part of their abiding heritage [...].”

The earliest national parks in Canada were developed in the Western provinces of Alberta and British Columbia, followed by the expansion of the system into eastern Canada and the northern Territories [...]. Importantly, the experiences of First Nations with park establishment vary starkly between southern and northern parks [...]. In the name of “conservation,” countless nations were forcefully evicted from the earlier southern parks [...]. By contrast, more recent parks established in the northern Territories have been established in varying degrees of partnership with First Nations because Parks Canada has had to deal with comprehensive land claims.

These comanagement arrangements have given Parks Canada international recognition as a “leader” in Aboriginal relations [...]. Some argue that these steps mark a significant improvement in a parks system historically based on the Yellowstone model of fortress-style wilderness conservation that precluded Aboriginal habitation [...]. However, critics points out that “comanagement” is very loosely defined, “it can range from as little as receiving information from the government, to fulfilling an advisory role of the government, to being delegated legislative authority, and finally to assuming co-jurisdiction of resource with government [...].” Comanagement has also been roundly critiqued for reinforcing colonial power relations and constraining First Nations in decision-making because most comanagement boards have advisory status only, while statutory power always rests with the Crown [...]

Further, most comanagement boards aim only to integrate Traditional Ecological Knowledge (TEK) more effectively into existing science-based decision-making processes, not to reconfigure decision-making power [...]. Often TEK can be cooptated or “scientized” by non-Indigenous decision-makers [...], or is simply discarded if it conflicts with scientific evidence that is presumed to be superior [...].

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Jasper is the second most touristed park in Canada behind Banff [...]. Certain associated Parks Canada trends can be understood within the context of the neoliberalization of conservation [...], including a rescaling of governance to include local and non-local actors as wells as what appears to be increased collaboration and friendliness toward commercial operators and private development. Two recent controversial private development projects within the park were Brewster Travel’s Glacier Skywalk and Maligne Tours’ hotel proposal. [...].

Jasper has been making strides toward “reconciliation” with Indigenous nations who were evicted from the park upon its establishment. There are three main components to the outreach program. The first is showcasing Indigenous culture and history throughout the park. [...] [Parks Canada] management took a grave misstep and erected a totem pole of the Haida Nation who reside on the West coast of British Columbia. [...] “It’s sort of like having Scottish highland dancers in Paris. That could have been done better, but they were trying,” said the respondent from Stoney Nakoda Nation. The second component is negotiating terms of park access and use. [...] The idea that First Nations need to negotiate for free access to their own territories is itself unjust. [...] It is also problematic to conceive of “reconciliation” as forgiveness for an event that occurred in the past.

The function of state apologies and other symbolic mechanisms of reconciliation is to construct egregious conduct as being bounded to a particular spatio-temporal settinig to (re)produce and maintain the “common sense” legitimacy of the state, so that hegemony is not overtly threatened [...].

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When nations are only involved in the late stages of the [development project] approval process, management is largely interested in relevant TEK or knowledge of sites of cultural importance in the area that either need to be avoided or could be incorporated into the tourist attraction. Similar to the totem pole gesture, First Nations’ cultural symbols and practices continue to be coopted into the tourist imaginary of Jasper National Park while their political and physical presence is erased. This is a very particular kind of inclusionary politics, where non-threatening aspects of First Nations’ cultures are celebrated to give Jasper the appearance of doing due diligence. However, Parks Canada only officially recognizes expert driven science in decision-making, so often important Indigenous input [...] or even TEK that calls into question [settler scientific institutions] is discarded. [...] The worldview treating nature as a playground managed separately from humans through science-based calculation has displaced alternative understandings of human/non-human interrelationships [...]. These selectively inclusionary politics allow Parks Canada to appear benevolent without giving up any decision-making power over contested territories. Indigenous input is coopted to facilitate their ongoing alienation from their lands and further capitalist accumulations through corporate-government partnerships. Management tries to satisfy the duty to consult through mechanisms designed to work within existing management structures, not to question those structures themselves.

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Megan Youdelis. “‘They could take you out for coffee and call it consultation!”: The colonial antipolitics of Indigenous consultation in Jasper National Park.” Environment and Planning A. 2016.

[friendlylifecherry]

Ace Attorney/Bioshock crossover case where a former Big Sister (let's just assume they got rescued too because the thought of those poor girls make me sad) is accused of killing some dude at the wrong place and the wrong time (let's just make Rapture happen around the 2000s-2026, so the timelines can match up).

The victim: Sonny Shines, small business manager who had gone out drinking the night he died. Was found dead of severe electrocution in alleyway 5 minutes after leaving the bar.

The accused: May B. Dunn, a tall, willowy East Asian woman who looks vaguely like Viola Cadaverini in terms of sheer scare factor. Looks like she came out of the Grudge movie, really, but a really nice girl once you get to know her. Still knows so many ways to kill a person it's fucking disturbing. Got arrested about 30 minutes away from the site at the hotel she and Cassie were staying at.

The witnesses:

Shirley Dunn, her twin sister who was separated from her years prior (around the modified Bioshock 1 timeframe), working as a web star called Annie Mei while going to school. She's missed her sister so much, but there's clearly some tension about how Shirley got saved and May didn't just by being in a different building that day. Looks a lot like her sister but just way cuter, like a horror artist and shoujo artist were given the same character and they drew them in their own styles.

Cassie (Cassiopeia) Clay, an absolute Black beauty and complete neurotic mess who is clearly not handling the transition topside very well. She's so fucking scared, of pretty much everything from years of propaganda, mental conditioning, abuse prior to Little Sister conversion, and just how fucking terrible Rapture was when she was growing up that she can only be secure near one of the Dunns, near a Big Daddy (former or otherwise), or when she's wearing a Big Sister suit. You need to get the suit from her luggage before she's even willing to talk and just to Athena and Trucy, that's how bad it is. Definitely has a Mood Matrix session

Mr. Fizz, former Big Daddy who has gotten work as a security guard. Witnessed part of the incident but helped to clean up the scene since he still has a soft spot for those little girls, never wanted to get poor May arrested. Built like an 18-wheeler. Fake-out killer

Jacob Walker, salaryman, friend of the victim and man completely convinced he saw May deal the final blow. Went out drinking with victim on day of the crime but they split up about 10 minutes prior. Walker realized he had left his wallet with the victim, came back to find dude collapsed and still sparking electricity (such as from Electrobolt 3) as a figure leapt away out of the alley and out of sight, like a Big Sister aided by Gene Tonics

True killer: Bobby Bailey, a young man who was friends with the former Sisters in childhood who they had all presumed died during the fall of Rapture, but was actually a failed ADAM slug implantation experiment who got recruited for a secret "Big Brother" program and is still clearly not ok years later. Has been stalking the girls for months to meet with them.

What really happened: Shirley, May, and Cassie were walking back from hanging out at a restaurant where Cassie, being really paranoid from all that trauma, feels like someone's watching them. They feel it too and decide to take a shortcut through a small alley to the hotel, where they ended up passing by the victim. The victim, way too drunk and clearly not thinking straight, tries to very aggressively hit on the girls, especially poor Shirley and Cassie.

May didn't like that and made it very clear by shoving the victim against a wall so hard it cracked his ribs (and the wall) that he better leave them the fuck alone or else they won't like what they can do to him. In that moment, Bobby, who was perched above them on the rooftop, decided that this was getting too dangerous and used his Electrobolt 3 plasmid to shock the everloving crap out of Mr. Shores, killing him right away. The girls obviously freak the hell out and Mr. Fizz came out, saw the body, and helped move it to where Mr. Walker found him while the girls ran away.

It's really not a satisfying one, more just depressing as hell how badly Rapture fucked up these poor kids. And somewhere along the line, Athena finds out that her mother, Metis, had actually gotten an invitation to Rapture but declined it and was so relieved that she didn't take it

[cykes-dono]

:)))) hotel transylvania sure is a film i watched recently.

so athena is the vampire girl confined to living in the hotel with her mom (aura, metis still has to die im sorry queen) and uncle simon who are Really insistant that she cant leave the hotel ever and that every human out there wants her dead. aight so then trucy the traveling magician (human) gets to the hotel for reasons and simon pretty much loses his shit and soon finds out This Girl Will Not Fucking Leave like she just Won't so he settles for obviously pretending shes a monster this is sensible (/s) and bada bing bada boom truthena real. simon and aura are like Upset. so then theres a bit more drama and trucy almost fucking dies but in the end its all ok :)

truthena real yes yes yes . im sorry metis but it's for a good cause

[batterskull]

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5 movies -

Porco Rosso

Raising Arizona

Dune 1984

Akira

The Graduate

4 songs -

Small Change (Got Rained On With His Own .38) - Tom Waits

Chelsea Hotel No. 2 - Leonard Cohen

A Case of You - Joni Mitchell

The Big Game Is Every Night - Songs: Ohia

3 essentials -

Pocketknife

Deck of cards

Lighter

2 books -

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Fun Home - Allison Bechdel

1 quote -

"To train with the sword, first master sweeping. When you have mastered sweeping, you must master the way of drawing water. Once you have learned how to draw water, you must split wood. Once you have split wood, you must learn the arts of finding the fine herbs in the forest, the arts of writing, the arts of paper making, and poetry writing. You must become familiar with the awl and the pen in equal measure. When you have mastered all these things you must master building a house. Once your house is built, you have no further need for a sword, since it is an ugly piece of metal and its adherents idiots." - Meti's Sword Manual, Kill Six Billion Demons