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bikerlovertexas · 16 days
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1st Battalion, 32nd Infantry Regiment, Assumption of Command Ceremony
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M-1 Abrams tanks from 1st Battalion, 18th Infantry Regiment, 2nd Armored Brigade Combat Team, 1st Infantry Division wait in a staging area before crew qualifications begin in 2017 at Smardan Training Area, in Smardan, Romania. Photo by Pfc. Shelton Smith/U.S. Army
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unfortunatetheorist · 6 months
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*Joint Theory 4: @unfortunatetheorist with @snicketstrange* :
Liar, Liar? Quag's on Fire? - (BCT & NCT)
We're back! This time, to discuss the apparent contradiction surrounding the Quagmire fire:
How did Duncan and Isadora get out of the Orphans Shack if their parents were already dead when they got there?
But perhaps, more importantly, When did the Quagmire fire occur?
Well, there are some key excerpts that further our understanding:
The letter to the editor found in TAA indicates that the Baudelaires stayed a half-term (half-semester) at Prufrock-Prep.
According to Nero, for a child to live in the good apartments of Prufrock-Prep, a signature from a parent or guardian would be required. It could not be Mr. Poe, who was in charge of their inheritance.
TAA - Chapter 3: "My sister and I went through the experience of a terrible fire, and we know what it's like. Did your father die in the fire?" "Our parents also died in a fire. It's horrible to miss your parents, isn't it?" "For a long time," Duncan confessed, "I was afraid of any kind of fire. I didn't even like to look at heaters or fireplaces." "Duncan and I had to live there for three terms because we needed a father or mother or a guardian to sign our authorization pass, and we had no one."
According to Quigley's account in TSS, the fire occurred after the events in TRR.
Brett Helquist's Letter to Lemony from Ch 11 of LSTUA:
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Note: There was a Quagmire case that Lemony Snicket was accused of being involved in that PRECEDED the Baudelaire mansion fire. (Mr. Helquist arrived at the mansion while it was still on fire, and made the drawing that can be found in TBB).
Quigley's speech from Ch 8 of TSS:
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You can verify that the Quagmire fire, according to Quigley, happened after the events described in TRR, that is, after the Baudelaire mansion was destroyed.
And all the main events described from TBB until Ch 13 of The End, take place within a MAXIMUM of 1 year. We know this because Violet and Klaus start the story at 14 and 12 years old, respectively, and have birthdays during the story: Klaus in TVV and Violet in TGG, and when they arrive on the island they are 15 and 13 years old respectively.
Actually, this is something the showrunners of the Netflix series picked up on - and SOLVED:
THEORY: The Quagmire parents faked their deaths. This means the children would've been sent to the Orphans' Shack before the revelation of Mr & Mrs Quagmire being alive allowed Isadora and Duncan to live in the apartment section of Prufrock Prep - they would've been alive to sign the necessary paperwork, and thus get out of the Shack. Then they died for REAL, meaning that the two triplets went back to Prufrock, but they STAYED at the dormitory because the papers had already been signed.
Netflix clears a lot of it up [hence 'BCT & NCT'], answering the questions we posed earlier:
Q: How did Duncan and Isadora get out of the Orphans Shack if their parents were already dead when they got there?
A: They were sent to the Orphans' Shack during the time when their parents' deaths were faked. The problem was that they didn't have someone to sign the paperwork. The Orphans' Shack is a temporary location until the parents can sign the paperwork. They only managed to get out of there, because their parents weren't really dead, and they signed the papers. When their parents actually died, they had already signed the papers.
Q: When did the Quagmire fire occur?
A: As Netflix states it, during the events of TMM.
¬ Th3r3534rch1ngr4ph & @snicketstrange,
Unfortunate Theorists/Snicketologists
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todaysbat · 3 months
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BatChat - Bat Conservation Trust
A podcast about bat conservation that may be of interest.
From their about on Spotify: "BatChat is for anyone who loves bats or has an interest in the conservation of these fascinating mammals and the wider bat conservation community. Ecologist and BCT Trustee Steve Roe takes you on-location, talking to the experts as well as local heroes to bring you the latest from the world of bats."
Currently (1/23/2024) on series 5 with new episodes every other Wednesday.
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Happy WBW! How does magic work in the Ehlverse? If that’s too broad, pick one aspect you’d like to talk about!
Hi!! Happy WBW!!!
How magic works in the Ehlverse......................... where to START.
Okay first of all: despite trying a bunch of different things, I. Could Not figure out anything to draw for this question. Nothing was clicking.
BUT.
The Ehlverse has, at the point in time when the Millennium Saga and Whispers take place, 10 separate magic systems going on. And uh. That number, due to one of said systems, fluctuates throughout history. I'll focus on that one, since it's the framework for the whole entire world!
The Millennium Cycle, namesake for the Saga because it's hugely relevant to the plot, is a historical pattern of going back and forth between adding something new to (a Growth) or destroying something already a part of (a Decay) the world every thousand years. So, year 0 of the current calendar is when The Common Tongue (the magical translation magic that permeates the world) Grew, and year 1000 was when the Rill Decay happened, which has been trying to erase the Shara'i with a Vampirism epidemic ever since. Growths can add whole new species, peoples, magic systems, continents, plants, etc etc, and Decays can take any of those things away. This is overseen by the Goddesses, specifically Venn (Goddess of Magic, among other things) and Delta (Goddess of Change, among other things), with the other four essentially giving creative input in the form of suggested edits.
(Why, yes, TMS can be interpreted as a commentary on the experience of making art and when to let go of a thing and accept that it has flaws and that doesn't mean it isn't done.)
BUT the way the Cycle manifests changes almost every time. In-world, there's infinite debate to be had about whether or not the planet's creation itself was a Growth, and whether the Goddesses had to essentially just do a rapid series of Growths to get life going before settling into a Growth > Decay > Growth > Decay pattern. And, like, the fact that the Rill Decay hasn't fully manifested (the Shara'i still exist as we're creeping up on year 4000 PCT) when the Eqian Decay (1000 BCT) was over in an instant with an entire continent being inverted into deep sea chasms has made a lot of people question whether it was a Decay at all, over the centuries. (Those people don't realize that Sieril was the technological leader of the world at that time, with the Shara'i having essentially faced an apocalypse that dropped them to less than 1% of their population. Because, you know, that was almost 3000 years ago.)
ANYWAY. The plot of TMS revolves around the Great Decay that was supposed to happen on the dawn of the year 3000 having been stopped by the Chosen One, and uh maybe just actually delayed instead. But he's been pretending he fully stopped it. And its currently 3995 and 5 years is not a lot of time to figure out how to stop the Permanent Magic Eraser from destroying the manifold societies that are entirely dependent on magic to function.
Thank you again for the question!!
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that-trans-lad · 7 months
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As an incoming member of the national guard and fellow short person, do you have any advice for getting through BCT intact? Alternatively, what was your deployment this summer like?
P.S.: Been loving all the mirror-selfie progress shots lately! You look great :)
Honestly make friends, don’t get yourself hurt and have a good reason to drive you through. The rucks are a real mind game especially since you are shorter they will put you in the front you’ll have to keep pace. Start practicing now rucking with 45 on your back. Don’t let the yelling and smoke sessions get to you. Drills are just doing their job, which sucks on there end. Never ever leave your weapon. Embrace the short jokes. If the drills asks you left the other half of you back home with your parents.
My deployment was enjoyable we had a fob with necessities like a gym, showers, AC and 24 hour DFAC. Recommend volunteering for everything you make connections, sometimes awarded ribbons if received a commendation medal oddly enough. Even if you’re doing a 1 and done contract experience everything you can when you’re in you’ll do shit civilians will never get to experience.
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davidshawnsown · 14 days
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Chilean Army 1st Cav Regt (Grenadiers)
Part of my Ukrainian War Universe
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IMU the tensions in Peru and the ongoing armed forces modernization in Argentina under Millei, as well as Bolivian threats to the north and a growing pivot to BRICS, would lead to a renewed expansion of the Chilean Armed Forces planned under the final months of the late Sebastian Pinera presidency and now starting to bear fruit under Gabriel Boric who was the only leftist leader in South America to speak out in support of Ukraine to counteract all these especially given the leftist attitudes in Peru against the rightist presidency of the past years especially in the country's south.
IRL it is a one squadron/battalion (termed Group) regiment that maintains traditions of the Chilean Army cavalry and its a mainly mounted formation that for nearly two centuries, off an on, has provided the mounted travelling escort to the presidency and in wartime is operationally controlled by the 3rd Mountain Division. It also provides guards of honor for state visits. It reports as part of the Santiago Garrison Command alongside the 1st MP Regiment.
IMU such a commitment would allow thus the regiment to have a mixed role as both presidential guard and as a combat formation with two out of its 8 squadrons - the seventh being the training squadron OPCON under the Equestrian School in Quilotta's Camp San Isidro and the 8th being the dismounted honors squadron that provides dismounted public duties in the capital - being mounted ceremonial cavalry and the 3rd being mountain recon that in wartime is a part of the 3rd Division alongside the other two. All of the groups have a conscript company in keeping with the Chilean practice of conscription in the armed forces (the 4th armored group has two). The three mounted groups also have a veternary unit.
The Honors Group also hosts the Cuadro Negro exhibition team - a formation IMU mixed with personnel of the 3rd Cavalry Regiment in the 4th Division, since it is where it had been originated.
The 1st Group also hosts a vehicle company, motorbike company to provide force multipliers to the Carabineros in presidential events and a coach squadron which takes care of the presidential horse drawn coaches and the presidential cars.
Unlike the lancers IRL, each of the ceremonial mounted squadrons are organized as lancers and dragoons/mounted rifles to mirror the historical Chilean cavalry of years goneby. The mounted recon squadons of 3rd Group are trained as combat soldiers only - while the 2 other groups are trained in both combat operations and ceremonial roles, alongside the Horse Artillery Group of the Tacna Regiment - IMU a regimental OPCON unit in ceremonial events only due to its use of horses.
The regiment's other combat capabilities are 4 armoured groups - 2 armored and 1 cavalry and mechanized infantry each in support of elements of the 2nd Infantry Division (Mot) and the Santiago Garrison Command. The 1st Armored Group, which uses MBTs, operates M60s and Leopard 1s, the 2nd is a light formation armed with M10 Bookers, the 3rd is an armored cav unit with Marder 2s and the nationally produced MOWAG Piranhas via FAMAE which performs recon and light attack roles and the 4th is the largest of the groups performing mechanized infantry roles in a mix of IFVs and APCs in support of the cavalry and armor, with the M3 Bradley, M59s, Marder 2s and the Centauros in assault gun role also to provide support to the combat elements of the 2nd Division's two BCTs.
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lamyaasfaraini · 3 months
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500 posts!
Bulan februari ini tepat 1 tahun bikin akun tumblr baru khusus utk bct bct ku ini~ dan terbukti ya setahun ini postingannya sampe 500an hahahahha ajegileeee~ selamat 500 postingan Lamya! Teruskan bct bct mu yang apasih gapenting juga buat dibaca dan diketahui banyak org, hanya sekedar menuangkan isi kepala yg penuh ini, plus dibaca sama the one and only suamiku, yg bacanya kadang di rapel wkwkwk.
Gatau akan bertahan berapa lama aku posting dan nyampah disini. Yaa kita liat aja deh..
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louismeu28 · 1 year
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Qual vocês querem ler primeiro? Vou postar as duas!!
1: Louis nerdola amigo do irmão da Harry (o plot tá aí em baixo)
2: Louis e Harry no bar no qual o Louis esquece a carteira e oferece a bct do Harry como pagamento.
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rainboq · 2 years
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you said "I could go on an entire rant about how David was probably not combat arms based on how he can't clear a fucking room" and I'm definitely interested in that rant. is this because of how he gets ambushed when entering the Dark Room and even if warned a guy with a fucking tripod can take him down even tho he has a gun? is there more where we see that?
Disclaimer: I am not, nor have I ever been, a member of any armed forces. This is all information I've gleaned after talking with and learning from members of various armed services and asking them direct questions.
Okay, so, let's start with defining some terms. POG/Pogue: Personnel Other than Grunt, a pejorative for someone who isn't combat infantry. Synonyms: Fobbit, REMF (Rear-Echelon MotherFucker)
BCT: Brigade Combat team, an organizational unit of multiple regiments and supporting arms to form a coherent combat unit at a brigade level.
MOS code: Military Occupational Specialty code, the code for your job in the army. The general infantry code is 11X, with 11B being your standard infantryman, 11C being an indirect fire infantryman, etc.
MOUT: Military Operations in Urban Terrain, the doctrine on how to conduct combat operations in urban terrain.
CQB: Close Quarters Battle, the nitty gritty of how you conduct combat in urban and close quarters environments.
With those out of the way, let's talk about what we know about David.
1: He was a member of the 3rd Infantry Division, see the famous "broken TV" patch on his arm:
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2: He has mechanical skills, given his hobby of working on old cars.
3: For some reason, he has a USMC KBAR with an engraving on it.
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4: By his own admission, David was "not good at teamwork".
5: David does not properly secure his firearms. They are in a china cabinet, and prior to Chloe stealing the revolver, it was not locked.
6: His buddy died while overseas in an unspecified incident, but David blames himself. A HUMVEE is prominent in the background.
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7: David has a deep seated need to be seen and acknowledged as a big damned hero, which leads to him being a total fuckup in multiple instances and contributes to his abuse of Chloe.
So off the hop, David was part of an Infantry Division, but before you jump into saying "Oh, so he must have been infantry!", a division is a lot more than just what it says on the tin. The 3rd Infantry, like all other divisions, is currently split up into multiple BCTs, which contain armoured, infantry, artillery, and cavalry regiments, along with engineering and support battalions. During Operation Iraqi Freedom (when David likely served), it was organized into two full brigades and one BCT comprised of mechanized infantry and armoured regiments. The division itself also has sustainment and aviation brigades for logistics and further fire support. So the 3rd Infantry tidbit isn't super helpful about what his MOS was.
Which brings me to David's mechanical skills. If you hadn't noticed, the kinds of regiments I listed involve a lot of vehicles. You've got tanks, IFVs, APCs, trucks, humvees, and helicopters that all need crew and maintenance. Mechanical skills are highly valuable to the smooth operation and mobility of a modern mechanized fighting force, and David has these skills. I could probably stop here and say that he was more valuable to the army as a mechanic in a motor pool than as a rifleman and call him a POG, but that's not what bugs me about him.
The K-Bar is weird, but it's entirely possible that he was given it by a marine, or Joyce is just clueless and got it for him as a gift. If it's the later, well, he's not going to be showing it to anyone. If it was given to him by a marine, he probably saved that marine's life. But that presents a character dilemma: if David saved the life of a marine, he'd never shut up about it. David's need to be seen as a hero would demand that he bring it up at every available opportunity, and he never does, which leads me to conclude that Joyce got it for him.
Now we get to the teamwork thing. Now this really bugs me. Infantry work is teamwork. You rely on everyone around you to do their job to stay alive. You rely on your battle buddy to watch out for you, you rely on your fireteam to coordinate and get the task done, you rely on your squad for support to function as a unit, etc. If any one person isn't doing their job, people can start dying, and they can start dying quickly. You weren't watching your sector? Your buddy gets shot in the side or the back. You fall asleep during your watch? Congrats, your camp has been infiltrated and your throat gets slit. Not being able to work as part of a team would make David a liability to himself and everyone around him, which is why training focuses so much on it. If David was at any point on track to become infantry, his inability to do it would get him onto a different career path in a hurry, and if he did somehow make it, nobody is going to trust him with a god damn thing. Ditto goes for being part of the crew of an armoured vehicle, that's teamwork in tight quarters. And artillery? If artillery fucks up, some mighty big rounds are going to be landing in the wrong spot, and god help the unit that calls for artillery support and gets rounds wildly off target.
Okay, so David is a giant liability because he's kind of a jackass and doesn't play well with others, if that's not enough to disqualify him as being infantry, there's more circumstantial evidence in the matter of not securing his weapons. If there's one thing that is beaten into the skull of everyone who holds a rifle, it is how to maintain, use, and secure a weapon. If you so much as point a rifle in a funny direction on the range, the rangemaster is going to be on your ass in a heartbeat, and god help you if you somehow lose your service weapon. I can't think of a single person I know who was in combat arms who does not securely store any firearms they own, and they're pretty much universally the most responsible people with guns I know. David handling his firearms like he does would give most of them an aneurysm.
So we've established that David was in the 3rd Infantry Division, has mechanics skills, is wildly irresponsible as a gun owner, and can't do one of the fundamental basics required of anyone in the infantry. Now we get to the matter of his buddy. We aren't given any details of it, only that David feels responsible. This could mean basically anything, but it's worth noting that even people in the motor pool occasionally have to go outside the wire if say, they need someone to pull convoy duty and they're short handed for whatever reason. Which leaves a likely scenario given my earlier supposition that David would be valuable in the motor pool: He and his buddy got pulled for convoy duty. Depending on when and where, this could mean that they were stuck in a HUMVEE (which is likely given that one is in the background) and went outside the wire as part of a convoy.
Now put yourself in David's shoes. You've been itching for a chance to be a hero, you've been bored out of your fucking mind all tour just fixing trucks and itching to "see some action", and now you're outside the wire, in potentially hostile territory. You're jumpy, you're excited, and... nothing happens. Every bump and rock on the side of the road could be an IED, every truck or car a VBED, every person on the side of the road could be telling someone about your convoy. It's exhausting, it wears on you, your focus quickly gets sapped, the adrenaline wears off and you start getting tired. Your vigilance wanes and your attention slips.
And that's when it happens. Maybe it's an IED, maybe it's someone with an RPG hiding behind something, maybe it's a sniper, maybe it's blue on blue, but something happens and you panic. You've got minimal training for actual combat, just what you had in basic before going off to train in your MOS. You panic, you make mistakes, maybe you cause a blue on blue, maybe you can't keep your rounds on target, maybe it's already too late and your buddy is already dead.
So now David has PTSD and a reason to be hyper-vigilant and paranoid so he can try and atone for past mistakes. He made that mistake once and it cost him someone he held dear, and now he has a step daughter that doesn't listen to him, hates his guts for existing, and is almost never home. Is it any wonder he starts trying to control Chloe right off the bat, and that his need for control quickly turns into abuse? David knows he has these issues, he acknowledges them in LiS, but he's also not seeking meaningful help yet.
But that's not the topic of this post, this isn't David apologia, and it's not out to condemn him for his abuse, that's beating a dead horse.
No, this is about what happened in the dark room.
MOUT and CQB training are a standard part of training to be in the infantry. They are part and parcel of 11X. Infantry isn't much use if it can't take a city or storm a building. What David was doing in the dark room should be something any infantryman has trained to do extensively. It's a room with a very conventional L shaped layout, with a single blind corner after clearing the fatal funnel (the door). Clearing it should have been easy if he had known the basic tactic of slicing the pie.
What's slicing the pie you might ask?
It's how you clear your corners.
The idea is simple enough, you slowly round a corner, clearing it one degree of angle at a time, giving yourself a few feet of space so that if someone is tucked in at an extreme angle, you have spacing to defend yourself.
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Once again: this is basic shit you can trust airsofters to do. Everyone in the infantry should know this and be expected to execute it.
David?
lol no.
Go back and watch the scene. He has insufficient clearance from the corner, he isn't slicing the pie, he isn't moving like he's supposed to.
Instead he's doing the fucking Hollywood thing of rounding the corner all at once, exposing himself to multiple positions he could take fire from or see a target at simultaneously. In an actual battle, this is fucking suicide, and without Max to save scum for him, he dies quickly to an art teacher.
That is why I think he was a POG. He can't clear a goddamned room to save his life and nearly gets Max killed as a result.
Now, none of this is me actually saying that people who are mechanics, pilots, etc in the armed forces are less valuable than the grunts, that's not true. Without the support staff, combat arms cannot function. They can't get food, ammo, intelligence, working vehicles, etc.
In David's mind though? I'd put money on him wanting to be in combat arms and being pointed elsewhere of who he is, and basically permanently having a bug up his ass about it.
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meumarlon · 11 months
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distorção de papo 💔
smp foi td uma enrolação, atraso de vida ainda mais q sou pai do seu "número 1 da lista", covardia, vc finge q n falta mais nada ainda pra me contar, eu escolhi por livre arbítrio nunca mais correr atrás de qualquer mulher nas redes sociais, vida real, pq entendi o meu valor, n posso ficar dando mais minha atenção p esse tipo de atitude sem nexo e momentâneo, pq devo todo meu valor (seja qual for) ao meu filho, se pelo menos fosse para fins lucrativos... mas enfim, vc joga contra o nosso relacionamento, eu n suporto mais ficar andando em círculos com alguém q eu já entendi q amo, mas q n consegue mudar as atitudes, estratégias, provar q quer me amar... eu só consigo ver q eu mesmo estou me traindo e me perdendo dnv com algo q ou vc n quer me contar ou n pode contar ou pq gosta doq planejaram em q eu n estou incluso, pq eu sei q diferente do homem p mulher qnd estão solteiros a mulher recebe a cada minuto mensagem de um pau diferente do outro, mas enfim, pq vc ta me provando essa rejeição a cada dia q passa?
eu n sou o único, mas pra q esconder pra q n se abrir de vdd, nossas conversas n tem o rumo desejado, papo n desenvolve pq vc n quer me contar qual é esse bloqueio, pq será né...
vc só tá focada em seus interesses e eu no nosso filho, n tenho culpa da sua ansiedade, n vou mais cair em ilusões amorosas, eu n precisava ter sido o alvo e afastado de vc, pra daí vc ir lá sentar de graça pros outros, pra de alguma forma eu agir por impulso igual ir atrás de outras de graça tb, e me corromper igual vcs aí, eu nunca cai em um plano em q eu n faço parte/questão, nunca conseguiram nd contra o pai aqui pq tenho a mente blindada no lugar e sei oq qro e oq é meu me aguarda, mas todos, inclusive quem eu menos esperava né, destruíram toda a possibilidade q alimentei desde à infância e por essas adversidades tive q zerar o game, notas?zelei por sua felicidade, mas enfim, depende de vc ter sinceridade nas tuas atitudes contra "o melhor" pq eu n vou mais ser manipulado, cair em armadilhas? eu me blindei aqui e ta td bem, infelizmente vc sempre deixou terceiros manipular nosso relacionamento seja na vida real e na virtual tb, por algum vício tlvz, n sei, até nas conversas isso acontecia e acontece, muito desejo de manipulação vcs tem aí, smp foi assim, e ta td bem pra vcs, uau, abre mão por nós pfv, vc é tão importante pra mim, eu n te vejo só como um pedaço de carne, sla vc nunca teve assunto saudável cmg sem q caísse e círculos de discussões, eu qro vc mas q vc aceita q eu n fasso parte mais desse tipo vida tóxica, e nem vc deve se manipular à isso, n seja mais escrava dos seus pensamentos, desejos, vícios, seja transparente pra nós, vc nunca sentiu um maldito amor por nós dois juntos de vdd, mas eu quero acreditar em vc pq vc é minha alma viva, mas só ta interessada em tirar eu do seu tempo, tu já nem busca mais tempo pra mim só pros outros, (eu tô invisível) n só nos teus contatos, nos teus sentimentos, pq? dar a bct n é só oq eu preciso de vc, vc diz q só sente algo por mim mas n existe retorno real de vc só mensagens aleatória de menina emocionada, sla, vc é uma matriarca poxa, mensagens vazias sem direção, ta agindo igual solteira realizada, se vc se sente feliz solteira, interessante, eu me sinto mais ainda solteiro, eu nem consegui adicionar vc nos ctt ainda de tanta ilusão, vc n me corresponde em nada, e msm com td q vc escreve podia pelo menos mostrar alguma mudança positiva, preciso da sua reciprocidade, e n das suas opiniões, vc n me dá confiança, eu n qro passar por isso de novo eu n aguento mais mandar mensagens sem sentido, n ser correspondido pela gen4in4
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tecontos · 2 years
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Bart e Bela - Parte 3/3
By; Bart
... Após o último episódio eu passei uns dias mt estranho, não conseguia acreditar que aquilo tinha acontecido, e do quanto tinha sido bom. Me sentia como alguém que tinha feito algo MT errado, mesmo eu e ela não tendo nenhum vínculo familiar ou sanguíneo. Não sei explicar o que sentia, mas nos primeiros dias não me sentia bem. Acabei evitando contato com ela, também não conversei mt, e ela me respeitou, seu meu espaço nesse momento.
Depois de uns dias esse peso sumiu, foi até engraçado, era como se nada tivesse ocorrido, e eu só conseguia lembrar dela me chupando, me olhando nos olhos com aquela carinha de puta com culpa, e ela, percebendo que já estava tranquilo, passou a abusar. Me provocava, a princípio, dissimuladamente, quando tinha a oportunidade roçava a bunda em mim, sentava no meu colo como se nao fosse nada, lembro do dia em que ela, de baby-doll vestidinho, como sempre amava dormir, sentou de modo que encaixou em apenas uma das minhas pernas, tal qual alguém que senta no banco de uma bicicleta, só que estava sem calcinha e a bct encharcada, quente como se estivesse em febre. Fez isso na frente de outras pessoas, como se nada tivesse acontecendo, e eu simplesmente emudeci, não tive reação, depois levantou na maior cara limpa, me mandou msg no wpp rindo da minha reação.
Ainda, passou a me enviar fotos de calcinha "sem maldade alguma", segundo ela. Às vezes, do nada, me enviava uma foto perguntado oq achava de uma determinada calcinha, ou da sua marquinha de fita, sempre de quatro, de bruços, sempre de modo que valorizasse a sua raba, pois sabia que eu amava. Eu acabei entrando no seu jogo e comecei a tacar o foda-se, já não me importava com nada, nem ngm, só queria fode-la, estava louco para o dia que isso enfim aconteceria.
Como falei anteriormente, minha família tem uma casa na ilha, sempre viajávamos para lá aos fins de ano, um lugar mt bonito e ótimo para passar o verão. Na cidade, nossa casa nunca estava vazia em nenhum dos horários, e quando estava, era mt arriscado correr um risco como aquele, embora quiséssemos. Passamos aproximadamente 1 mês, desde o dia do oral, só com provocações, fotos, vídeos dela roçando no travesseiro, brincando no chuveiro, fazíamos chamada de vídeo nos nossos quartos e coisas do tipo, até que chegou à semana da viagem e decidi que aquele ano não iria para a ilha, falei na presença de todos, antecipadamente sem seque consulta-la. Um dia depois, ela inventou uma gripe qualquer para também não ir, chegou a ir a um hospital e tudo e então criamos a situação que precisávamos.
Um dia antes da viagem, na quinta feira, eu não estava em casa, dormi na rua, aniversário de um amigo, mas conversamos a madrugada todo, e ela só falava do quando queria que eu a fodesse de 4, que desde o dia do primeiro episódio não deixava de pensar nisso, inclusive se questionava bastante sobre o motivo uma mulher de 25 anos, mais vívida, mais desejada, no auge da sua idade e estado físico, estar tão louca para dar a alguém de 19. Comentou sobre o fato de que em toda foda dela lembrar de mim, no ano em que passou fora, e de todas as vezes que se tocou recordando do dia em que me chupou enquanto eu apertava o seu peito, empurrando cada vez mais fundo e gozei tudinho em sua garganta, afirmava que tudo aquilo não era normal, que só acabaria no dia que fodessemos de vdd, eu mais a escutei do que falei, tentei manter a calma e disse que na sexta, estaria chegando por volta das 19:00 para resolvermos isso.
No dia seguinte, sexta-feira, pela manhã todos da nossa casa viajaram para a ilha, só ficando ela em casa. Passei a manhã bem tranquilo c meus amigos, bebendo, comemorando o aniversário, mas começou a chegar o período da tarde e comecei a ficar tenso, nervoso, não sei, talvez insegurança, eu sempre soube que ela não era o mesmo nível que eu, rosto lindo, com seus olhos castanhos escuro, cabelo cacheado, lábios carnudos e gostosos. Além do seu corpo espetacular, aquele conjunto de cintura fina, quadril largo e bunda grande me deixava fraco dms, e levando em consideração esse nível de mulher, em mim, crescia a pressão pela expectativa de dar uma foda à altura, de a satisfazer da forma que ela merecia e sobre tudo, não frustrar a expectativa que ela criou em cima disso, quando me vi nesse quadro senti medo, e comecei a atrasar, a fugir dessa responsabilidade .
Durante o dia ela me encheu de mensagem, eufórica, narrava o seu dia, mandou msg quando finalmente ficou só, mandou msg falando do almoço, mandou msg falando sobre ter feito a depilação e estar toda lisinha, mandou msg no começo da noite, já preocupada, pois, parei de responder as suas mensagens, sem saber se de fato ia. Finalmente chegou as 19 e ela me enviou msg dizendo que só estava me esperando, não respondi, às 20 novamente, e após isso parou de enviar.
Por fim, Eu tinha marcado de chegar em torno das 19, acabei chegando em casa às 00:30, durante a tarde ignorei todas as mensagens por medo, mas ainda assim fui. Cheguei de surpresa, achando que ela já estaria dormindo, abri a porta, tudo escuro, vi uma luz no seu quarto, e me dirija até ele, a porta estava encostada, olhei pela fresta e a vi, c o seu baby-doll, deitadinha de lado, c a raba fugindo por baixo de grande, e uma calcinha novamente branca sumindo em sua bunda de tão pequena, como quem queria me lembrar do nosso primeiro contato, assistia um filme no notebook. Eu a comia com os olhos e ela notou a minha presença, olhou de cantinho e me viu parado à sua porta, sorriu, como se nada tivesse acontecido, como se estivesse feliz de realmente eu estar ali. Levantou, me encarou por uns 2 minutos, n tive oq falar já que tinha atrasado tudo. Sorri de volta e falei algo tipo ;
-"me dá 30 minutos para estar pronto, certo?"
Ela acenou e disse; - "também vou precisar".
Fui para o meu banheiro, tomei um banho gostoso, cuidei da higiene, escovei os dentes, botei um short leve e saí. Acabei nem precisando dos 30 minutos todo, mas ela precisou de mt mais que isso, me questionei o pq de tanta demora já que ela já tinha cuidado de tudo mais cedo, da depilação, da higiene, já tinha separada a roupa e etc, só vim entender depois o motivo da demora.
Então, uns 45 minutos depois sai ela do banheiro e entra no quarto, onde eu a esperava, toda linda, cheirosa, em uma lingeriezinha vermelha, a princípio não pude ver mt bem, pois estava sob o seu baby-doll que a cobria tal qual um presente embrulhado para entrega, mas pude observar vários outros detalhes. Veio em minha direção, e de frente para mim passou a sua perna e sentou em meu colo, colando o seu peito no meu, colando a sua testa na minha e ficou ali por uns segundos, me olhando nos olhos antes de me beijar. Ainda não a tinha beijado, somente senti os seus lábios no dia do oral, mas mude confirmar que seu beijo era igualmente gostoso, e me senti quase dormir naqueles lábios carnudos e úmidos, meu coração veio na boca, só que o melhor veio exatamente depois que ele acalmou.
Quando me acalmei pude sentir outras coisas, aproveitar mais o beijo, e a primeira coisa que fiz foi descer a mão por sua cintura, apertando-a, até chegar a sua bunda, segurei cada uma das gêmeas em um das mãos apertando-as ao mesmo tempo, e eram tão grandes que sobravam, apertei com gosto, ela parou de me beijar, sorriu, e me olhando falou:
- "pode apertar que nesse momento são só suas"
Então eu puxei o baby-doll um pouco para cima e as deixei ao ar livre, ainda eu meu colo, enquanto voltei a beijar à sua boca e apertar à sua raba.
Com ela ainda no meu colo, após curtir o beijo por alguns minutos, ao passo que ficou mais intenso o beijo, tive novos comportamentos, a começar por beijar o seu pescoço, até chegar ao seu peito, como disse anteriormente, pequenos, mas no tamanho certo, de modo que, não sobram, mas também não faltam na boca. Cheguei ao direito, e dei uma chupada de leve, ela reagiu pegando em meu queixo e gemendo em meu ouvido, eu que já sabia sobre o detalhe dela sentir MT tesão ao ser chupada no peito, continuei a chupando. Lambi o bico do peito direito enquanto apertava sua bunda com a outra mão, voltei a chupa-la e senti rebolar em meu colo. Sua bct parecia ferver, e encharcada como estava c o seu mel, me senti perante um vulcão enquanto só pensava em sentir o seu magma.
Enquanto continuava a chupava o seu peito, desci a mão que estava em sua bunda e acariciei a sua bct, pude confirmar que ela já estava no ápice da excitação. Nesse instante a tirei do meu colo e a coloquei sentada, mudando de posição com ela que se deitou toda esparramada, me olhando nos olhos, voltei a beijar, e enquanto beijava coloquei a sua calcinha para o lado, fiz um carinho com dois dedos, como quem quer saber a condição em que ela estava, e quando coloquei a mão pude sentir todo o seu gel, como um mel em meus dedos, e eles voltarem encharcados, nesse momento tive uma reação muito espontânea, que nem eu sei ao certo dizer. Parei de beija-la, olhando nos olhos dela e passei a língua nos dedos, talvez tenha sido a exteriorização da vontade de chupa-la. Ela recebeu aquilo mt bem, e entendeu, voltei a beija-la, colocando-a deitada, desci para o seu pescoço, voltei a chupar o seu peito, desci para a sua cintura dando leves mordidas, e chegando a sua bctinha quente.
Fiz um carinho na parte interior das suas pernas, dei pequenos beijinhos, me aproximando cada vez mais do seu tesão, até chegar a ela. Não fui direto ao ponto, beijei os lábios, passei a língua bem de levai ao redor e vim me aproximando cada vez mais, até beija-la com um beijo molhado, acariciando a sua bct, ela gemia e apertava do meu braço forte, olhei aos seus olhos e a vi morder os lábios acenando como se dissesse um:
- "assim" em confirmação
Então continuei chupando-a como se aquela bct fosse a bct da minha vida, oq de fato, naquele instante era. Chupava-a o grêlo, beijava os lábios, sugava o seu tesão com cuidado, até ela gemer bastante. Então, para alimentar a tensão resolvei pôr os dois dedinhos dentro da sua bct, que de tão lisinha e molhada escorregava como num tobogã.
Nesse instante, esperando a sua reação, parei e a olhei nos olhos, que me respondeu de imediato com um olhar arregalado e gemendo de prazer, dali comecei a apelar com os dois depois, quanto mais ela gemia mais intenso eu era, até chegar ao ponto de ter que parar de chupa-la para que gozasse pela primeira vez em nossa foda. Coloquei a Palma da mão para cima, com os dois dedos curvado, coloquei intensidade enquanto chupava o seu peito, segui a intensidade do seu gemido, até que ela gozou, lambuzando toda a minha mão.
Nesse instante toda minha insegurança já havia passado, só queria fode-la. Ela assim que gozou, já me jogou na cama e se ajoelhou em minha frente, segurando o meu pau com a mão direita com vontade e veio como quem fosse me chupar, mas, como naquele dia estava focado somente em proporcionar aquilo que ela queria, a segurei pelo braço, olhando em seus olhos, e disse:
- "hoje não quero que me chupe, deixarei o dia de amanhã todinho para isso, mas hoje quero apenas te foder todinha".
Foi uma ação espontânea, acho que a peguei de surpresa. Ela ficou me olhando por um estante e deu um sorriso bem safado, como de quem gostou do que ouvia.
Então a peguei pelo braço e vi se repetir a cena do nosso primeiro contato. Quando a guiei à cama, se precipitou à minha frente e debruçou-se de 4 lindamente, encostando novamente o seu peito na cama e fazendo com que, pela curva da sua coluna, ao encostar o peito no colchão, o baby-doll escorregasse deixando a sua bunda toda empinada para cima. Agora pude observar tudo, a sua lingerie vermelha de renda que antes não podia ser vista, ficou toda à amostra. Acho que nunca vi alguém tão gostosa de quatro como vi a bela aquele dia, sua bunda redonda e grande me chamava, a lingerie deixava toda a beleza que ela já tinha naturalmente ainda mais encantadora, e só pensava em sentir o seu calor me abraçar. Nesse instante, bela, respondendo ao que tinha lhe dito, ainda de 4, colocou a lingerie vermelha para o lado, olhando nos meus olhos falou:
- "então me foda todinha, que hj eu sou só sua".
Senti o pau latejar na box que usava, meu coração bateu na boca e eu me senti tão afoito que não pude sequer tirar o short. Coloquei o membro para fora e ele brilhava à luz, parecia lustrado por meu próprio tesão.
Segurei a sua calcinha para o lado, lambuzei o meu pau todinho do mel que escorria da sua bct, brinquei c a cabeça pincelando na entrada, testando a sua reação que virava os olhos, sentindo o seu magma que fervia, até que ela me pediu, literalmente:
- "me fode, que eu n aguento mais".
Então comecei a socar devagar, me deliciava em presenciar as suas reações. E a cada estocada ia penetrando mais fundo, e sentindo o seu calor abração o meu pau todinho. Cada estocada ele saia mais molhado, mais babado. Ela gemia em resposta as estocadas. Até que comecei a embalar, socadas fortes e seguras, apertava a sua bunda, refletia sobre a loucura que aquilo era, como eu pediria estar fodendo-a daquela forma, tanto pela nossa proximidade, embora não houvesse laço familiar, quanto por ela ser MT gostosa, e vivida para um menino de 19 anos.
Ela gemia, eu espalmava a sua bunda, de mão cheia, chegava a estralar. O tesão foi tanto que houve um momento em que estava fodendo com vontade, segurei-a pelo cabelo, e olhando para a sua cara falei sobre aquilo que pensava:
- "quem diria que um dia foderia essa bct tão gostosa, nem acredito que isto está acontecendo".
Ela riu e respondeu;
- "Se depender de mim, você vai fodê-la todos os dias, e não só ela".
Entendi oq ela quis dizer e de imediato, aproveitando que ela estava toda lambuzada, comecei a acariciar o seu cuzinho, que estava completamente liso da depilação, passei o dedo, massageava e percebia que ela gemia mais alto quando eu massageava. Comecei a fode-la com mais vontade, e quanto mais intensidade, quanto mais eu empurrava o dedo, mais ela respondia com gemidos. Até que parei do nada, para testar a reação dela, e foi então que ela mesmo começou a colocar o próprio dedo e se massagear, olhando para mim. Eu já estava louco, ela também, apertei o seu cabelo, puxando a sua cabeça para trás, com uma mão, com a outra apertava o seu peito, metendo com força, e gozamos juntos.
Nunca gozei tão gostosamente como aquele dia, senti como se estivesse sendo sugado para dentro dela, senti doer, não sei explicar. Somente aquele instante vim perceber que sequer tinha usado preservativo, pois vi da sua bct escorrer um rio. Tanto a minha porra, quanto o seu gozo se misturaram ali. Ela levantou, foi ao banheiro, se limpou, eu fui em seguida e já voltei. Nas contas estavam 2 x 1 para ela, que tinha gozado 2 vezes e eu apenas 1. Nesse insta, ela foi até o armário, veio com um recipiente na mão, a princípio não tinha visto oq era. E me falou que tinha preparado uma surpresa para mim, disse que queria ser especial em alguma coisa, que depois de toda aquele ano viveu a expectativa e que se preparou para isso.
Nesse insta me falou que os 45 minutos que levou no banheiro tinha a ver com essa surpresa, pois estava se preparando para mim. (Eu acabei não contanto a vocês, mas na época eu nunca tinha tido uma experiência com anal, e a bela amava anal, sempre me dizia que gozava horrores quando dava.) Pois bem, nesse instante, meu coração gelou, pois, aquilo não estava sob meu controle, eu não sabia oq fazer perante aquilo já que eu nunca tinha tido uma experiência com anal. Porém, foi esse o instante que ela me acalmou, brincado falou:
- "sua parte você já fez, agora deixa cmg, não sou sua prof ? Pode deixar com sua "irmãzinha" ".
Então eu relaxei, sentei, e deixei tudo por conta dela, voltou a me beijar, pegou uma camisinha extrafina, disse que tinha comprado essa exatamente para que sentisse o seu cuzinho. Me deu uma chupada, colocou a camisinha, lambuzou o meu pau todo com um produto, não lembro o nome, mas era algum lubrificante que esquentava, me colocou deitado, e sentou de costas para mim, empinando a bunda toda para trás, muito parecido com a forma como ficava de 4, só que, dessa vez, sentada, então, segurou meu pau com a mão e veio sentando devagarinho.
Naquele ângulo eu pude ver absolutamente tudo, cm por cm penetra-la, a sensação era MT vívida, MT apertada, deslizava gostosamente, MT quente, parecia não ter camisinha alguma, não sei explicar. Ela olhava para trás, tentando me ver, com uma cara de puta, babando de tesão. Me falava que se sentisse qualquer desconforto era para a avisar, mas naquele estado eu não estava compreendendo mais nada, só sentindo cada cm a penetrar. Ela sentou até passar a cabeça, depois subiu devagar, na segunda sentado já desceu até o meio, depois subiu devagar, na terceira quase até a base, subiu devagar, na última desceu até a base, e quando sentiu que tinha entrado tudo, rebolou, rebolou e senti tudo dentro dela.
Depois disso começou a repetidamente sentar da base até em cima, cada vez mais intenso, mais fundo. Nesse instante reagi, apertei sua bunda, dei dois tapas que certamente qualquer vizinho que estava acordado ouviu. Ela me olhava e ria, pedia mais. Estava deitado, levantei o tronco e fiquei sentado, passei a apertar o seu peito, morder as suas costas, enquanto era rebolava no meu pau.
Passei a massagear o seu grelo e coloquei 2 dedos em sua bct, com o braço a abraça-la, Sua bct estava encharcada, ela gemia alto, não estávamos nos importando com mais nada. Passados alguns minutos, ela levantou e ficou de 4 em minha frente, para me foder de vez, seu rabo me chamava, e eu já estava me segurando para não gozar. Voltei já na intensidade em que estávamos, já bombando com a pressão que estava segurando o seu cabelo, batendo em sua bunda, apertando a sua cintura, ela se massageava e gemia meu nome, pediu mais forte, mais intenso, dizendo que já estava para gozar. Como eu TB já estava, segurei, e dei o meu máximo, nesse instante ela gozou e eu tive uma ideia dessas loucas, que só em sexo acontecem.
Quando estava para explodir, com ela ainda de 4, tirei a camisinha, coloquei apenas a cabeça de volta e gozei tudo em seu cuzinho, cheguei a tremer, não sei explicar.
Depois rimos, vi tudo escorrer por sua bct, cair na cama. Levantamos, tomamos banho juntos, trocamos a roupa de camas, dormimos juntos e este é o fim do relato.
Enviado ao Te Contos por Bart
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bomberdrug0 · 2 years
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unfortunatetheorist · 6 months
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Where does Laszlo (from Lemony Snicket's 'The Dark') fit into the ASOUE universe?
When it comes to Lemony Snicket, there's always some ludicrous connections somewhere, and I think I've found some which are beyond the realms of comprehension:
In Snicket's picture book, "The Dark", there are 4 people the book mentions:
Lemony Snicket, the author
The Dark
Laszlo, a boy who learns to stop being afraid of the dark
Jon Klassen, the illustrator
There are some key, noteworthy points to mention here:
Laszlo goes to get a fresh bulb for his nightlight because it goes out. (I'll explain in a moment)
Jon Klassen is from WINNIPEG.
Yeah.
In addition, we know that Handler likes to make real people in-universe characters, such as Brett Helquist and even himself (as Linda Rhaldeen, The Hostile Hospital).
Therefore...
THEORY PART 1: Jon Klassen is related to Duchess R[amona] of Winnipeg. Perhaps Ramona Quimby is her married name, and Ramona Klassen her maiden name.
Now, we know that Laszlo goes to get a fresh bulb because his nightlight goes out - but what if this is Lemony, yet again, covering up the truth?
He does it so masterfully, and it really shone throughout the Netflix series, the way he sets up character profiles and moves the plot forward in such a way that readers/viewers forget about what happened. From the cyclical appearance of Justice Strauss [TBB & TPP], to the reminders that the Baudelaires are orphans - we definitely would've forgotten without them.
THEORY PART 2 - NCT: Laszlo lives at 667 Dark Avenue, and this story takes place during the time of TEE, when dark is declared out, and light is declared in. This explains his desperate want for a nightlight; he doesn't want to be seen as unfashionable by anyone.
THEORY PART 2.5 - BCT: Laszlo is an islander who (for some strange reason) lives in the arboretum with Ishmael, who was presumably fast asleep when this incident occurred. Then again, now that I think about it, this part makes little sense...
One last thing: we never get any mention of any relatives to Laszlo. This inevitably means:
THEORY PART 3: Laszlo is an orphan.
It's just a given at this point.
¬ Th3r3534ch1ngr4ph, Unfortunate Theorist/Snicketologist.
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ENTRY #1
April 5th, 2050
They busted me out of jail. I don’t know who or what organization; which strings they pulled to get me out of death row, grant me total amnesty. Reeks of shady military business though, probably mixed with some corpo-scums too. Don’t know, don’t care, I’m out, that’s what matters. They’re sending me to Bridgeport, never been. Gave a notebook and told me to write, said it’s mandatory. Think they gonna try and shrink me, mess with my brain. Not gonna let them though. To whoever’s reading this - FUCK YOU.
ENTRY #6
April, 2050
Starting to get used to having short hair. Still feels weird to shower, not having to style it every day. Practical. Wouldn’t have time to. Working from dusk till dawn. No time to take a shit, literally. Training’s hard, few rooks got sent home already. In black bags. Altitude sickness, it’s what they told us. It’s what they always tell us when someone’s bunk is empty at night. I call bullshit, Maxwell too. A bunk mate. Doesn’t snore (thank fuck), solid fella, ain’t complaining too much either. He’s descent. Wonder when it’s gonna be our turn to go back home.
ENTRY #17
May 11th, 2050
They packed Max’s stuff yesterday in bin liners. The lower bunk is empty now. Feels weirdly fucking lonely. There were 62 of us, not it’s only 38. They were sent home. Lucky 5 we’re moved to Cali, one went all the way to Arlington. Bastards, they don’t tell us anything. Five more weeks of training. I’m getting sick of the shit they stuff us with. Sergeant Cooper really pisses me off. I hope he bites the bullet soon. If not mine, then someone else’s.
ENTRY #23
May 19th, 2050
Met this guy from the east wing. Mickey. His BCT scores are good, only a few boxes below me on the spreadsheet they hung up in the hall. Guys from his platoon had a fistfight over the results, he tried to separate them but ended up being blamed for starting it all. Unfair, but life’s not fair. Got moved to our quarters, to my bunk. Let’s just hope he doesn’t snore.
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little-marys · 2 years
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Boe odeio viver, fui comer com minha fml bem feliz. Comi felizinha, fiz a conta das kcals o dia acabou. Fechei a cara e tô assim até agr, pq ou isso ou eu choro. Faz 2 hrs q comi e ainda tô com muita vontade de chorar e sem falar com ninguém. Já assistir merdas no celular, tô estudando e essa culpa não passa. De qualquer forma, vou tentar comer oq eu programei na janta pra da 650kcals no dia.
De manhã comi salada de frutas e no almoço saladinha, 1 colher de arroz, uma concha de feijão e oq fudei meu psicológico e meu dia a bct dessa linguiça de merda. E 2 Camarão bebê
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