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O CASO CHOCANTE E A INJUSTIÇA RELATADOS NO DRAMA BASEADO EM FATOS REAIS MARLENE (2022)

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What’s your must have travel item #MondayQuestion

WDYM MOLDY'S ID OR PASSPORT???

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Bout Time | Steven Holtz & Jacob Truscott

summary: how far can your brothers requests go if he isn't around?

pairing: Steven Holtz x Lapointe!Reader x Jacob Truscott

request: yes/no

warnings: mature themes, p in v, threesome, oral (both fem and m receiving), swearing.

word count: 3.47k

authors note: I don't have a clue who's idea this was originally but let's take a moment to say thanks to @mirrorballmcgroarty for bringing this one to us! and for letting me try a few different things with it...

The house was buzzing as the team came back from an away win.

The seniors wanted to celebrate and that’s how you landed on the couch “do you think she knows what she’s doing to us?” Steven crossed his arms as he watched you laugh at something Thomas had said. 

Of course the boys were happy to see their old teammate return to the school as the Sharks were playing Detroit the next day.  But what they didn’t want to see was how close you were to your ex fuckbuddy “wouldn’t put it past her.” Jacob grumbled knowing exactly what game you played with them. 

Since sophomore year you got a kick out of flirting with the boys, but one detail that was missed was that you flirted with Steven first. Your brother Phil remained none the wiser as you would be in the same room of a party laughing at whatever happened when his own roommates would have thoughts about you. Ones so naughty that they often had the boys in their rooms, with their hands fisting their cocks picturing that it was your mouth or your cunt instead. The boys watched you sit on his lap giving him a chance to finally kiss your neck as he got the chance the practically be faced with your breasts. 

You were in this spaghetti strap top and shorts that were enough to make most of the guys do a double take of you “are you gonna do something?” Steven motioned to Jacob to break up whatever was forming “you think they’re gonna stop me?” Thomas grinned as he ran his fingers over your side. 

The two of you had been flirting at first but when you noticed that the boys staring things quickly changed. Thomas couldn’t deny that he was still attracted to you, so when you said you wanted to push their buttons he couldn’t say no. 

So as he ran his fingers through your hair the two of you were reminded about all that once happened “you two are not fucking on the couch.” Jacobs whine made you smirk “don’t see you coming to anyone else to stop ‘em.” You could see at least five couples around you both looking like they were close to leaving, including Phil and Khiana. 

Thomas squeezed his hand around your waist as he looked at his phone to see the time “she needs to take me back to the hotel anyways.” He announced making all three of the still Umich students heads snap in his direction “you need one of us to come with you?” Your amusement quickly turned to irritation as you glared at the duo. 

Sure you wanted to tease them, even rile them up a little. But getting cockblocked was not on the list of options you were willing to have “I am pretty sure I can drive my car alone.” You pointed out as you only had one drink when you got there before you switched to water.

The boys watched you leave almost three hours ago, and now with the duo being left alone in the house to clean after Phil went to the hotel with Khiana. The boys thought the worst as you hadn’t shown up like you normally did “party is over kid!” Steven called out hearing the front door open. 

Your laughter was followed by it “came to help clean up.” You were always there as an extra set of hands when the party was over.  Neither boy liked waking up to a messy house hence why they stayed up the night before “you have a good night?” Steven smiled watching you tug your hair back into a messy updo. 

His comment made you raise your eyebrows “yeah it was good to see Tom again.” You nodded tugging at the necklace on your collarbones “but you will be happy to know that I stayed a holy child tonight.” Your comment now made them both feel surprised. 

They looked at each other trying to process what was going on “but you were gone for so long.” Jacob pointed out as he crossed his arms wondering if this was really the stuff they were meant to be asking you about. 

But when laughter left your lips both boys watched you in confusion “not every guy only lasts five minutes boys.” You pointed out making them both turn red “thought even you two would know that.” You added with a smirk as they grew irritated. 

Both of them were lost for words as they looked at each other “we know how to be in bed.” Steven coughed the words out as Jacob sent him a glare “it’s okay to not be that experienced boys.” You teased patting Jacob on the chest as you winked at the older boy.

Before they got the chance to respond they watched you turn to the kitchen, bringing a load of empty beer bottles with you “she is going to get us killed.” Steven pointed out with a sigh “what he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” Jacob pointed out as there was an entire rule Phil created for the team leaving you off limits. But as he was shit out of luck expecting it to be kept up with him thirty minutes away and at a hotel for the night. 

They were able to behave for now getting most of the cleaning done even “did you really care if I slept with him?” You always had a soft spot for the captain as you sat on the counter “who you sleep with shouldn’t be my issue.” Jacob sighed as he dropped the towel that he had in his hands.

You let out a huff almost frustrated that you were serving yourself up to him on a silver platter, after pushing as many buttons as you could “even if it was you?” Finally his head snapped to turn to you “you better not fuck with me.” Jacob found himself between your legs as you turned your head up to his. 

It felt like the air around you both grew warm “dead serious.” You nodded finally watching him cup your cheeks. 

His hands were rough against your skin, almost not caring that Steven only throwing the trash away. Jacob dropped his head finally letting years of want and desire get what they had been waiting for since freshman year. The kiss had your lips feeling like they were on fire, moulded together in the same way a final piece of a puzzle fits in. 

A moan left your lips as you let your hands scratch up the inside of his chest running over his muscles “am I walking in on something?” Steven let the question slip from his lips causing your head to turn in his direction. 

The boys both looked at each other almost ignoring you “not if you wanna join.” You announced standing up as your body pressed against the captains. 

They swore that you were going to be the death of them as they looked back at you. Steven walked closer as he watched the younger boy squeeze at your waist “that what you want?” Jacob’s rough voice made you squirm. 

Your legs pressed together in an attempt to suppress the heat you felt causing an inaudible noise to leave your lips as you nodded “unless you say it we won’t do it.” Steven sighed as he kissed your shoulder “I need you both.” You gasped pushing the words out of your mouth. 

Their silence made you want to cry “want you to fuck me please.” Your whine was enough to make their cocks grow hard “look at you so well mannered.” Jacob raked his fingers through her hair as you whimpered. 

You couldn’t help nod, desperately wanting either of them to make a move “why don’t you go sit on my bed in nothing.” Jacob kissed your neck as you nodded. 

Both boys felt their patience being tested as they watched you saunter upstairs “why aren’t we going?” Steven grumbled wanting to hit his teammate for letting you go “because we need to see if she knows how to listen or if she’s gonna be a brat.” The captain smirked as if he had planned this all out already. 

You looked at your body in the reflection of his mirror “told you she couldn’t follow a simple instruction.” Jacob clicked his tongue as he shook his head “thought so much better of her.” Steven sighed watching you turn around to face them in nothing more than your bra and panties. 

You walked back to them with a soft smile on your lips “wanted to give you boys something to take off.” You explained reaching back to unclip your bra “aren’t you huff so considerate.” Jacob scoffed tugging at the straps pulling your bra down to the ground as your breasts bounced. 

Their eyes were drawn to the grin on your lips “who do you want first?” Steven’s words reminded you both that he was there “want your mouth.” Since you heard a rumour about the older boy being a great bottom you let your mind run wild with fantasies.

Jacob couldn’t help but feel jealous as he watched you kiss Steven. After all the older boy was the one who you flirted with first and even if Jacob got the chance to kiss you first, the feelings you seemed to hold for the other boy stayed stronger. 

It was like this hotted blackout where before you knew it your thighs pressed against Steven’s head. And Jacobs lips were against your breasts “fuck me.” You gasped feeling the captain nip at your sensitive peaks. 

The sensation made you sit on Steven’s face finally giving the boy what he wanted as his tongue licked up your slit. The feeling made you moan causing Jacob to look up at you, letting his lips pop from your nipple as saliva trailed from his lips “you make such pretty noises.” Jacob let out a soft laugh as he kissed your lips.

You were feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure you felt almost forgetting how to breathe, as your hand ran down Jacob’s chest you cupped his aching boner. Moaning when Stevens nose grazed your clit “you gonna let me see just what these pretty lips can do?” His rough voice made you whimper as your mouth salivated, watching your fingers painfully fiddle with his shorts. 

Jacob was close to throwing a few warnings your way when you tugged at his shorts pulling them down with his boxers. His cock hit his pelvis bone and your eyes would have popped out of your head if you were a cartoon character “you can touch it pretty girl.” He cooed making you place your hands on his thighs to help steady you. 

The effort you had to use to on his swollen mushroom head was practically cruel “I am gonna shove it down your throat if you don’t fuck these licks.” He grunted having enough of your teasing spreading the precum from his cock around the head “so strict.” Steven took the action to slap your ass making you writhe against him.

It was quick but you realized that they were very much going to be on the same team, maybe even against you. So you listened wrapping your lips around his cock running your tongue along the base of it. 

Jacob let out a grunt as Stevens hand squeezed at your thigh as you moaned “This mouth is fucking heaven.” The hockey player tugged his fingers through your hair forcing you to take more of him as your throat constrict around his cock. 

Steven continued to lap at your clit making you moan around the captain “so is this pussy.” Steven spoke up as you squealed. 

You clenched around his tongue driving your hips against his face wanting to get yourself off. The room felt sweaty as you looked up at Jacob through your batted eyelashes “hi pretty.” Jacob smirked feeling the edges of your lips curve upright. 

He watched you drop his cock from your mouth “I am gonna cum holy fuck.” You announced tugging your freehand through Steven’s hair “hold it until you’ve got me in your mouth.” Jacob’s demand wasn’t something that you were going to argue with it.

Not when you’re chasing such a high that was needy and full of desperation “who woulda thought that the easiest way to get you all quiet would be to shove a dick in your mouth?” His vulgar words made you moan as tears formed in your ears feeling Steven speed up beneath you. 

So you tilted your head upwards making sure you were able to take more of his cock “fucking there we go now.” He grunted beginning to fuck your throat as he felt his thrusts grow scattered “fuck!” Jacob gripped at your hair as he forced you to stop letting your nose hit his lower abdomen. 

The boy watched in awe as you practically sucked his cock like a straw letting his release shoot a sticky string of cum against your throat. Your orgasm wasn’t far behind as the Jacob changed his attention to teasing your nipples “let go.” Your moans were muffled with the boys release still in your mouth after you saw the way he smirked seeing the sight. 

Your body shook as his hands, making sure to hold on tight enough that the vibrations that sent through you weren’t going to be enough to make you fall off of Steven. Your thighs dug into the mattress as your eyes stayed on the captain who watched his cum drip out of your mouth and down your chin “please jesus.” You whimpered feeling like you saw stars as his thumb caught your chin bringing his release back into your mouth. 

Your lips swirled around his tongue making it easier for you to remain composed as Steven lapped at your cunt like you were his last meal “swallow f’me.” Jacob ordered feeling himself grow hard again as you obliged. 

The salty liquid slid down your throat with ease as Steven tapped your thigh when you came down from your high “think you can give us one more?” His voice was soft as you pulled off of him. 

You nodded watching Steven sit up straight “of course our little slut is.” Jacob smirked watching you bring your hands up to cover your breasts “no baby let us see you.” The older boy clicked his tongue as his hands wrapped around your wrists. 

He smiled as he took in the sight of you. They swore it was heavenly watching you bite at your lower lip “you look so painful.” You mumbled staring at his cock at sat under his shorts “and feeing so naked to you both.” Your whine reminded them both that they were still in their clothes besides for the fact that Jacob had his boxers half way down his thighs. 

The boys watched you in awe “all you have to do is say the word.” Steven reminded you as he pulled his shirt off of his shoulders “want you to fuck me so bad.” You whined still wanting so much more. 

It made Jacob nod “so who gets that privilege?” He cocked his head as your eyes didn’t leave his.

Your hand shook as you lifted it up to point to him making him smile. Sure it hurt Steven but as you crawl over to his side and kissed him he couldn’t remember his negative feelings for you. 

The taste of your lips was sweet on his tongue “such a pretty girl.” He mumbled with your cheeks in his hands. 

The mattress dipped behind you as Jacob sat down letting his hands grip at your hips. As his cock swiped over your slit you tilted your hips back to his “still such a needy little slut after all that.” Jacobs laugh taunted you as he slid his cock into your core. 

Steven held you up as he pulled away to watch your face contort adjusting to the captains size “move Jacob please.” You whimpered feeling your walls hug his throbbing cock. 

He gratefully obliged letting his hips begin to roll as he pulled out to the point where only his tip was felt by your cunt. Before he sunk back into you allowing your hips to be met by his as he bottomed you out. 

You were still sensitive from your orgasm mere minutes ago, making you whimper “you think you can handle a bit more?” Steven’s voice was soft as he ran his fingers over your lower lip. Like he hadn’t pictured it wrapped around his cock a hundred times over. 

When you didn’t say anything still trying to get used to the sheer force that the boys hips snapped into yours at as the tight feeling of your core made him hard all over again “answer us when we talk to you baby.” Jacob warned tugging at your hair in annoyance as it made you squeal.

Your eyes connected back with the older boys as you nodded “yeah.” Your word was shaky since most of your energy was forced into your legs to keep you upright.

Steven nodded tugging at his shorts letting his own cock come out. Now Jacob might have been longer but the boy in front of you was thicker “can help you through it.” He mumbled giving your lips one last kiss. 

It was easier to keep yourself from collapsing onto the bed as Jacob dug his fingers into the meat of your hips. Part of you wanted to tease Steven in the ways that you did with Jacob but that wasn’t possible as the new angle that Jacob for you at. Had you feeling him in your throat making you moan, which Steven naturally took as his cue to slot his cock between your lips. 

The boys quickly settled into a rhythm that had you feeling hotter than ever. Used at both sides for these selfish boys who only wanted to make themselves feel good in that moment “fucking hell.” Steven let out a grunt as he ran his fingers through your hair making a makeshift ponytail.

The walls soaked up the sounds of skin slapping and soft grunts that spewed from the boys lips as they wanted to corrupt you for any future partners, even if they came from your past. Memories would be engraved in their minds of not only how you felt or tasted. But truthfully of how they felt so at ease with you, even if it was just between your legs. 

This night had fulfilled all fantasies you might have once had with them working in constant opposite unison. As Jacob pulled back Steven would force you to take more of his cock. 

And they could tell that you were close by the way that you quickly began a whimpering mess as the older boy painted your chest with his release, opting to make you instead like his own personal toy. 

He watched you whimper “go on baby milk his cock.” Steven’s voice was barely a whisper but you didn’t need to be offered it twice as your hand went to your clit. 

Your head hit his shoulder as you cried “fuck fuck fuck!” You chanted letting your body writhe against them both. 

It was your orgasm as your eyes screwed shut that triggered the captains, leaving the walls of your cunt painted from his release “there we go.” He grunted slowly thrusting into you twice more before he pulled out. Letting his release mix with yours as it oozed down the inside of your thigh before you were let to rest your head on his bedsheet as they shifted to your sides instead.

They watched in awe as your chest heaved until you came down from your orgasm “you still with us pretty girl?” Steven smiled as you nodded “bath.” You blurted out making both of them laugh. But still even in that fucked out state that you were in, neither one was ready to say no.

Phil came home the next morning blissfully unaware of the fact that you were still fast asleep in the arms of his best friend and captain. Both boys ready planning what they wanted to do next leaving you with some surprises along the way. So here’s to the best graduation send off of all time, with hockey, sun, and sex.

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Kinbrae, Cryptophasia, (Orange/Grey Vinyl + Digital album), CiS141, Castles in Space, 2024 [Monorail Music]

Andy Truscott: piano, percussion, field recordings, modular & analog synthesizers, Ableton live Mike Truscott: cornet, bass guitar, analog synthesizers, piano Ben Chatwin: piano, modular & analog synthesizers Sebastian Selke: cello

Composed and Arranged by Andy & Mike Truscott Produced by Kinbrae & Ben Chatwin Recorded by Ben Chatwin & Andy Truscott Mixed by Ben Chatwin Mastered by Taylor Deupree at 12k

Artwork and Design: Steven Gribbin

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owen is not real why the hell is he so tall

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thomas’ insta story. brb going to go sob for the rest of the night

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On 9 June, 1959, 12-year-old Lynne Harper disappeared near the RCAF Station Clinton - an air force base in Clinton, Ontario, near where she lived with her family.

Two days later, her body was discovered on an abandoned farm. She had been raped and then strangled with her own blouse. Suspicion immediately fell on 14-year-old Steven Truscott, Lynne’s friend. He was the last person to be seen with Lynne after he gave her a ride on the crossbar of his bicycle.

Steven insisted that he had dropped her off at Highway 8 and as he was cycling off, looked back and saw a vehicle approaching Lynne as she stood at the edge of the road. He told authorities that it was a “late model Chevrolet.” Nonetheless, the following day, Steven was charged with first degree murder.

During his trial, all evidence provided by the prosecution against Steven was purely circumstantial. Despite this, he was found guilty and sentenced to death which was later commuted to life imprisonment. Throughout his incarceration, he maintained his innocence and was the focus of considerable public attention, with many believing him to have been convicted of a crime he did not commit.

Steven was released when he was 24-years-old and continued to fight to clear his name which eventually happened in 2006. Autopsy findings which had been dismissed in court discovered that Lynne had been killed at a time when Steven had a solid alibi. Steven was awarded $6.5 million in compensation for this egregious miscarriage of justice.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Jack Ohman, Sacramento Bee

* * * *

Grow a spine, Democrats.

LUCIAN K. TRUSCOTT IV

JUN 30, 2024

The New York Times Editorial Board called for Joe Biden to “leave the race” this morning.  You know who they didn’t call upon to leave the race?  The convicted felon, serial liar, and adjudicated sexual abuser and rapist, Donald Trump.

As Democrats, as a political party, as human beings, we should be ashamed of ourselves that it took a Republican former political operative to point out the obvious to us:  President Biden is our guy.  You don’t walk away from your guy because of one bad debate.  You stand behind him, and you double down.

That’s essentially the message from Stuart Stevens in a New York Times op-ed published online yesterday.  Listen to this, from the top of his piece: “It’s baffling that so many Democrats are failing to rally around a wildly successful president after one bad night. But it does remind me of why Republicans defeated Democrats in so many races Republicans should have lost.”

Do you know what he’s talking about there?  He’s talking about the lamentable habit of Democrats to navel gaze and nitpick their way out of political victories because they found a flaw in a candidate – not a flaw that was pointed out by Republicans, mind you, but a flaw that was brought up by fellow Democrats who thought the candidate not progressive enough, or in the bad old days of 1968, not sufficiently anti-war enough.  The list of assholes we could have beaten if we weren’t so busy beating up on ourselves is a long one, and it begins with Richard Nixon in 1968, who narrowly beat Hubert Humphrey for one reason:  because Democrats didn’t get behind their man and spent their convention and every moment thereafter squabbling amongst themselves, while the Republican Party got behind Richard Nixon and turned out their people.

I could go on.  If you’re from New York City, or New York State, you know exactly what I’m talking about.  Democrats in New York lost not one, but two mayoral races to Rudy fucking Giuliani, who was the exact same person he was then that he is now.  Democrats lost the governorship three times to something in a suit called George Pataki because they couldn’t come together behind a candidate.

And now look at us.  We have a Democrat in the White House who nearly everyone agrees is the most successful president we’ve had in years, and many of the big-wigs in the party, goosed along by the Traitorous New York Times, are saying that because Joe Biden was hoarse and lost his train of thought a couple of times in a debate with Donald Trump, he should step down as a candidate.

Donald Trump had a disastrous debate if you look at his performance the way we used to look at debates in the Before Time.  He started the debate as a convicted felon, and he lied for 90 straight minutes.  Every time he opened his mouth, another lie came out.  He lied about the big things, like his loss in the 2020 election.  He told a lie when he said Nancy Pelosi had “taken responsibility” for what happened at the Capitol on Jan. 6.  He lied when he said he had “offered” her 10,000 National Guard troops and she turned him down.  He lied about everything right up to and including his pathetic golf game.  And he refused to answer the big questions asked of him, such as one on abortion and whether he would accept the results of this year’s presidential election.

It used to be when a candidate told that many lies about so many important issues and ducked and dodged when confronted with his own record and previous lies, he would be declared the loser of the debate.  But Donald Trump, who starred on television for a decade and knows the medium as well as anyone who has ever run for political office, didn’t stutter or hesitate in his delivery.  No, he told his lies quite competently in a clear and understandable voice, even if what we were listening to was utter and complete horseshit and everyone knew it, even Republicans.

The New York Times hardly gave Biden the time to walk off the stage before their Serious Thinkers and Contemplators of Great Issues were calling for him to leave the race.  Yesterday, the Times ran a conversation about the debate between Michelle Cottle, Ezra Klein, and Ross Douthat.  Ezra Klein busily patted himself on the back for having been first back in February to say Biden was too old and should drop out.  Ross Douthat has been wrong and just plain stupid about so many things, it would take a novel to get to them all.  Michelle Cottle I was less familiar with, so I looked her up.  A 2018 Times press release announcing her appointment to the Editorial Board contained this nugget, which under the circumstances, tells you just about everything you need to know about her: “Among many other gems, her recent work has included (politely) nudging Hillary Clinton toward the exit.”

Don’t you just love that aside, “politely?”  Only in the New York Times would you find that descriptor of a backstabber still holding a bleeding knife.

I won’t go into the heap of garbage that comprised their conversation, except to quote this line, one among many of this ilk, from Douthat: “It’s pretty hard for a Democratic president to soldier on when he loses the media and the intelligentsia.”  Douthat, as we all must know, his having reminded us in such a timely fashion, is both intelligentsia and media.  Now ain’t that grand?  Oh, wait a minute, I just saw that Douthat graced us with a signed piece today called “Forget Defeating Trump,” that included this Admonition From On High Up in the Intelligentsia: “A second Biden administration would be unusually dangerous for the country in a very specific, very significant way.”  What he’s talking about there are “the ways that his obvious deterioration endangers the country that he nominally leads.” 

To which I say, I’m certainly glad that Douthat knows President Biden personally and so well that he could say that after watching a single debate with a man whose moral and psychological deterioration Douthat has witnessed but never acknowledged.

This morning, the Times ran a screed from “The Editorial Board” entitled, “To Serve his Country, President Biden Should Leave the Race.”  I will refrain from going into the so-called analysis of why the Editorial Board feels this way, although I suspect that it reflects at least in part the pique of Times owner and publisher, A.G. Sulzberger, who is said to have been plenty pissed that Biden wouldn’t sit down for an interview with the Times Editorial Board, over which Sulzberger would have presided.

Why is the New York Times doing this?  Some pundits, watching the New York Times indulge in its plethora of attacks on Biden over the last few months, not to mention the last four years, have said the Times wants a “horse race” because it’s better for the paper economically.  I think that’s bullshit.  I think the Times, as an avatar of Liberal Self-Flagellation, has simply reverted to type.  We’ve got a Democratic presidential candidate and there are some things we don’t like about him, so let’s remind all our readers exactly what they are.  As I pointed out previously, with one candidate in the race who is such an inveterate liar that the Washington Post was able to count more than 30,000 lies he told while in office as president, the Times saw fit to run a “both sides” piece called, “Biden Loves to Tell Tall Tales, We Cut Them Down to Size.”  Among Biden’s “tall tales” was one he told about driving “an 18 wheeler,” which precipitated a lengthy analysis of how many wheels there were on various larger vehicles they could determine that Biden is known to have once driven, including a “cargo truck.”

The New York Times is so happy that all their nitpicking and nibbling and dissecting of Joe Biden allegedly proved itself out in the debate, they can barely contain themselves.  You have to wonder, with having published at least three opinion pieces calling for Biden to drop out so far, how many will they put up in the coming weeks?

But it wasn’t only the Times.  Look at this crap from Politico yesterday.  They assigned a “body language expert” to watch the debate.  Here is just a little of what he found significant about the debate.

Fuck Politico.  Fuck David Remnick in the New Yorker, who whipped himself into a tither and called Biden staying in the race “a national endangerment,” which is apparently what passes for Big Words at his magazine these days.

And fuck the New York Times.  They are fond of reminding everyone that they are not partisans, although you could hardly know it reading their coverage over the last months and the editorials yesterday and today. 

But we are.  We are Democrats, and it’s time for us to stand up for our candidate, Joe Biden.  I’m sick and tired of the navel-gazing roundelay that is going on all over the place – if we have an open convention, what’s going to happen?…if we don’t nominate Kamala Harris and put up someone like Gavin Newsome, what about the Black vote?…

On and on it goes, one “what if” after another, when we have a candidate, Joe Biden, and we need to beat Donald Trump, and we should be getting busy doing that instead of lining ourselves up in yet another typical Democratic Party circular firing squad. 

You know who’s enjoying watching us beat ourselves senseless because one debate didn’t go the way we wanted?

Donald Trump and the Republican Party.

We should take a page out of their playbook.  They don’t care if he’s a felon and a liar and an out-of-control lunatic who makes up weird shit and spews it out of his mouth like a firehose – sharks and electric boats, anyone?  Republicans want to win, so they’re behind him.  For some of them, his racism and cruelty are the point, it’s why they love him.  For other Republicans, it’s something they overlook in favor of getting the win.  But they’re united.  Felon or not, serial sexual abuser or not, fascist or not, they’re behind him all the way.

Come hell or high water, Biden is our guy.  Think of it this way:  if a few thousand Democrats hadn’t pissed around and stayed home because of the bullshit about “her emails,” Hillary Clinton would have won in 2016, and we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.  It’s time to stop behaving like spoiled children – oh, everything’s not perfect, and I didn’t get the present I wanted, so I’m going to go sit in the corner and cry.

Get a fucking spine, Democrats.  It’s time to buck up and support Joe Biden, tan or no tan.  We can’t have a few thousand Democrats in a few swing states equivocating again.  Get over it.  We need every vote.  Joe Biden needs your vote. 

[Lucian Truscott Newsletter]

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Umich ig live | UMICH IS GOING TO THE FROZEN FOUR EVERYONE CHEERED | 31.3.2024

Sorry for the sound

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#78 and #79 with the prettiest sweetest smartest engineer boy on the umich hockey team mr steve holtz? 🥰🥰

holtzy is the prettiest, sweetest & smartest engineer boy you are so right 🥰🥰 love him so much

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request for the umich celly extravaganza !

"Let me be the one who loves you the right way." & "You could do so much better."

Being the daughter of the UMich hockey coach, you've grown very close to the team. They're all like brothers to you, except one. Ever since you met him, you've always had a thing for Steven Holtz. You weren't sure if it was his looks, his brains or his personality, but everything about him made you a smitten mess.

That was, until you started dating your boyfriend. However, you'd be lying if you said you completely got over your crush on Steve when you were with your boyfriend. He was just always it for you.

However, things with your boyfriend ended abruptly, after you found out he had been cheating on you almost your entire relationship.

You were at one of the hockey houses, Steve's to be exact, hanging out with the guys whom you hadn't seen too much lately due to you having a boyfriend.

Guess that won't be an issue anymore.

You told them what happened and they all consoled you.

"It's okay guys, really. He wasn't the one for me and I'll get over it. I promise." You said.

"You're too pretty for him anyways, Y/n." Jacob Truscott said as he gave you a hug.

"Thanks Trus." You smiled as you hugged him back.

You all talked for a few more minutes before you excused yourself to use the bathroom.

"You can use mine." Steve said as you got up.

You smiled at him. "Thanks, Holtzy."

You headed up to Steve's room, doing your business. When you were done you opened the bathroom door to see Steve sitting on his bed.

"Oh, hey. You need to go too?" You asked as you exited the bathroom.

"Uh no, no." He replied.

"Okay. What's up then?" You asked.

"I uhh-" He said, scratching the back of his neck.

You gave him a look as to say 'keep going'.

"Can we talk?" He asked, and scooched over so you could sit beside him.

"Sure." You said, shrugging your shoulders and sitting down beside him.

It was silent for a few moments before he spoke up. "I'm really sorry about your boyfriend, Y/n." He said.

You looked at him and smiled shyly. "It's okay, it happens." You said and shrugged.

"Yeah but it shouldn't happen, especially not to you." He said.

You looked at him confused. "What do you mean"

"I mean, you're you, you're Y/n. And you're amazing. You're one of the best people I've ever met, and you deserve to be treated the right way. I always knew you could do so much better than him, I just never knew how to tell you." Steve said.

Your heart began to speed up the more he talked.

"So, what are you saying?" You asked.

"I'm saying, I want you to be with someone who will treat you right. I want you to be with me." He said.

You didn't say anything as you were in shock.

The boy you had spent years stealing glances at for years was admitting his feelings for you.

He turned to you, taking your hands in his. "I know you feel the same about me, Y/n. You don't hide it very well. Please, let me be the one who loves you the right way."

You still didn't know what to say, so you said nothing. Instead, you did what you have been wanting to do for so long.

You leaned in a kissed him.

He returned the gesture immediately, dropping your hands to hold your face.

You pulled apart and rested your forehead on his as you both smiled.

"Was it that obvious that I liked you?" You asked.

Steve laughed and said, "Yeah, your idea of stealing discrete glances at me all the time wasn't very discrete."

You felt your cheeks heat up as you were totally exposed.

"It's okay, I did it too. I was just better at hiding it."

"Right, right." You said, before you leaned in to kiss him again.

"So I'll take that as a yes?" He said.

"Definite yes. Except, you need to talk to my dad first. Good luck with that, soldier." You said, laughing.

"Yeahhh, I'll need all the luck I can get."

[rowdyhughesy]

hii! for the 300 celly can u write mark estapa with dialogue 4?

Thank you so much🤍

Extroverted, a word to describe someone that's outgoing, social, easy to become friends with.

It was a word you often used to describe yourself. You had never been one to shy away from crowds, it's the reason you first became a bartender at ScoreKeepers. It was flexible, giving you time for your classes but also the extra cash. Most of all it was fun.

That brings you to right now, beer bottles in hand and bottle opener in the other. Gliding between your coworkers with ease as you reach the group you’ve gotten to know the past year.

Dazzling smile on your face you slide the bottles down the bar counter.

“Here you go gentlemen.” Nolan Moyle, Jacob Truscotte and Steven Holtz smiles back at you.

“Always the charmer Y/N. Tryna get in my pants?” Nolan winks at you earning an eye roll in return but the smirk gives you away. “In your wet dreams Nol.” Jacob starts cackling at your remark raising his hand for a high five which you gladly give him.

Chatting with the boys for a minute you don’t see the group of boys walking over until one of them slings his arms over Nolan and Jacobs shoulders. Long brown hair covered by a backwards hat and brown eyes.

He hasn’t even said a word to you but still your cheeks turn scarlet red when his eyes meets yours. The corner of his lips turn upwards.

“Hey I’m Mark!” Your mouth open and closes like a fish out of water. Brain scavenging for a response. The seconds ticking by and you’re internally panicking. Have you really forgotten your own name because of a pair of brown eyes?

You can see Nolan in the corner of your eye trying to stifle his laughter at your flustered state. It’s the first time a boy has ever made you speechless and your hockey friends know this. Nolan most of all because the first night you met him - at work- you’d talked his ear off about hockey and tv shows. He’d quickly became a close friend.

Mark seeming to notice the looks his friends are giving you furrows his brows in confusion. Turning his attention back to you he smiles again.

“Are you always this shy?” His question is what sets Nolan off. Howling with laughter and beer sputtering from his mouth before he covers it with his hand. Steven pats him on the back as he coughs, rubbing circles after Nolan calms down.

After calming down he beams at Mark like he just invented the internet and hot water. “Y/N and shy doesn’t exist in the same universe dude. I think you make her nervous.”

Frantically searching for anything to do you see a group of sorority girls walking over to the bar. Seeing it as your escape you grab your notepad before smiling at the boys.

“Nolan always a pleasure. Truss and Holtzy good luck on the game and Mark? Uh, text me sometime? If you want to I mean- I’m gonna go now.” Scribbling your phone number on a piece of paper you shove it in his hand before walking away from the giggling hockey players and a startled but blushing Mark.

[frostbeees]

"Because when you go blue life looks this good."

[shutth3puckup]

This is the Umich list. I did the ‘22-23 year roster. I didn’t put the names of the people they were dating for privacy.

Erik Portillo- Single

Rutger Mcgroarty- Single

Gavin Brindley- Single

Mackie Samo- Single

Brendan Miles- Single

TJ Hughes- Dating

Jacob Truscott- Dating

Adam Fantilli- Single

Keaton Pherosn- Single

Jackson Hallum- Dating

Phillipe Lapointe- Dating

Steven Holtz- Dating

Dylan Duke- Single

Seamus Casey- Single

Nolan Moyle- Single

Noah West- Dating

Tyler Shea- Dating

Kienan Draper- Dating

Luke Hughes- Single

Johnny Druskinis- Single

Luca Fantilli- Single

Nick Granowicz- Dating

Ethan Edwards- Single

Jay Keranen- Single

Frank Nazar- Dating

Eric Ciccolini- accounts private. I believe he’s dating someone.

Mark Estapa- Single

Thank you so much, you are amazing❤️