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Illegal Cargo is a haunting graphic novel exploring immigration
Illegal Cargo is a haunting graphic novel exploring immigration #comics #comicbooks #graphicnovel
No one is illegal. Augusto Mora explores immigration in his haunting graphic novel Illegal Cargo from Black Panel Press. This graphic novel explores the topic through a story of a father leaving everything behind to find his daughter. Story: Augusto MoraArt: Augusto Mora Get your copy now! To find a comic shop near you, visit http://www.comicshoplocator.com or call 1-888-comicbook or digitally…
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kaelor0409 · 2 months
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Dead By Daylight
The Artist: Revised Backstory
While I like Carmina Mora (The Artist)’s design and theme, her backstory leaves a bit to be desired. Her relationship with the Entity is a departure from its usual MO as an opportunistic corruptor. It also brings in elements that, by the very nature of the game, are basically doomed to go nowhere.
More importantly, there is no need to introduce an evil corporation or sinister cult to mutilate and kill an anti-authoritarian Chilean artist. The Pinochet regime arrested, tortured, and ‘disappeared’ those sorts of people for almost two decades, with famous singer Victor Jara and many others suffering tortures very similar to what was done to Carmina. It was the perfect opportunity to acknowledge and publicize a tragedy that is often ignored or glossed over (because the United States backed Pinochet’s coup and Britain supported him for his help in the Falklands War), as well as show that sometimes the things real, ordinary humans do to each other are more terrifying than any horror monster.
So here’s an alternative backstory for our dear Artist.
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Content warning: torture, suicide, and death
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Carmina Mora came from a broken home. Her father was an abusive drunk, and her mother abandoned them shortly after the birth of Carmina’s younger brother Matias. Her father was quick to blame Carmina and Matias for their mother’s disappearance, though Carmina did her best to shield Matias from his abuse. Due to her father’s negligence Carmina was Matias’ only caretaker. It was a task she was far too young for, but she loved her brother with all her heart. Besides Matias, the only other joy in Carmina’s miserable home were the art supplies her mother had left behind. No one ever showed her how to draw or paint, but splashing and scribbling colors onto a page or canvas proved a useful outlet for her emotions and helped her feel close to her missing mother. Carmina could not say she was happy, but with Matias and her art she was able to find peace.
It did not last.
Carmina and Matias were playing along the bank of a nearby river when a local policeman arrived, accusing them of truancy and demanding to know where their parents were. Carmina attempted to explain, and by the time the officer had left Matias was nowhere to be seen. Carmina searched frantically and was horrified to see his limp body being slowly swept downstream. In her brief distraction, Matias had wandered out of sight, fallen into the river, and drowned. The aftermath of Matias’ death was a whirlwind of pain, grief, and guilt. Carmina blamed herself for his death. So did her father, though nothing he shouted at her could cut so deeply as what she told herself when she was alone.
In her spiral of grief, Carmina eventually walked onto the bridge over the same river that had claimed Matias. The location was extremely popular for suicides, earning the name “Death Leap”, and Carmina intended to be its next victim. Convinced she was responsible for her brother’s death, a belief her father confirmed every night with his screams and drunken blows, Carmina could no longer stand the endless guild that clawed like talons at her gut. Desperate for any kind of release, she hurled herself off the bridge to join her brother in death.
What Carmina did not know was the riverbank was also frequented by a local birdwatcher, who made a hobby of studying and sketching the birds that nested nearby. When he came to the river as he always did, he immediately noticed a group of crows circling over something on the riverbank. He was astonished, since crows are not native to Chile, so he immediately set out to investigate. He realized the birds were circling the battered body of a girl: Carmina, who had somehow survived the fall into the river and washed up on the bank.
As she recovered in a local hospital, Carmina became fascinated with the crows that had inadvertently helped save her. She returned again and again to the bank where she had washed up, bringing them food and watching them. She was often joined by the birdwatcher, and he explained that the crows were likely partially domesticated. Crows are extremely intelligent, capable of completing complex tasks for various rewards, and probably came to Chile following someone who once used to feed them. Now that she was feeding them, it seemed that they had bonded to her instead. He taught her to sketch them with charcoal, turning her love of art from a hobby into a passion. Art became an outlet for her guilt and grief, and while her drunken father still screamed she learned to ignore his words.
Carmina was soon old enough to abandon her abusive home and was almost immediately swept up in the growing Nueva Cancion (New Song) movement. Her comrades in the Nueva Cancion movement showed her the joys of songs and poetry. They supplied her with books, something that had been in short supply where she’d grown up, and Carmina greedily devoured every single one. She would later joke that her dream home would be a nest in a tall tower, surrounded by shelves upon shelves of books. Carmina soon began to write instead of merely read. Her poems were quite popular, but her primary focus was always her art. Her signature inky black style, inspired by the glossy black feathers of her crows, was very distinctive and she was a mainstay of the Chilean art scene in the late 1960s and early 1970s. As she lay dying on the bank of the river, her final vision had been of black wings and avian eyes, so abstract crows were a reoccurring theme she used to represent death. Her crows followed her everywhere and Carmina incorporated them into her art, making the act of creation a performance that included elaborate costumes and her ever-present crows.
Like many artists at the time, Carmina frequently used her art to criticize government corruption and expose injustice. Pushback and threats from authorities merely emboldened her. She openly vandalized the walls of government buildings, police stations, courtrooms, and monuments in her usual performative style, her shining black paint intended to reflect the darkness and corruption she felt hid behind their polished facades. These acts of defiance would soon have disastrous consequences.
When Pinochet took power in 1973 through a violent coup, he immediately targeted anyone he perceived as a threat, particularly political opponents, leftists, and “subversives”. Within two weeks 7000 prisoners were being held at the National Stadium alone, with many more held at other locations or executed on the spot.
Carmina herself was arrested mid-performance and dragged to a nearby monastery in the Atacama Desert, a monastery the regime had seized to use as a detention center. Prisoners were physically and psychologically tortured: starved, beaten, humiliated, denied sleep for days, and electrocuted, among many other horrors. The bell tower in particular was a favorite location for these torments, as it allowed the screams of the victims to echo through the entire monastery and surrounding desert as a potent psychological weapon. Prisoners were hung from its beams and left to dangle while they were beaten, burned, and whipped. Weights were often tied to their limbs, causing their bodies to agonizingly stretch until their arms and legs popped from their sockets. Some were even hung by their necks, left to slowly strangle only to be cut down at the last moment so they could be hung all over again.
Those who died from their tortures or were executed were also strung up in the bell tower, attracting flocks of carrion birds that tore at the living and dead alike. The constant presence of these birds caused the guards to begin mockingly referring to it as the Eyrie.
Carmina’s fame immediately singled her out, and in addition to the normal torments the guards mockingly demanded she paint her fellow prisoners being tortured. They refused to give her actual paint, instead forcing her to use blood, bile, and filth. Under threat of death and torture, she complied with their demands. Carmina crafting a number of abstract paintings that, despite their crude nature, still managed to convey the raw pain, sorrow, and despair of the victims in a manner that was almost palpable. The guards hung these paintings in her tiny prison cell to further mock her, something Carmina used to her advantage. She scribbled poetry on the backs of the paintings, sometimes in her own blood, then tore them into small pieces and slid them through the bars in her window along with some of the meager food she was allowed. Carmina was already starving, so to sacrifice even crumbs was a painful blow, but she soon reaped the rewards.
Her ever-present crows had followed Carmina even to the remote prison, and they immediately swooped down to consume her offerings. She’d often given them scraps of cloth or paper for their nests in the past, so they also snatched up her torn paintings and carried them away. Carmina’s friends and compatriots were familiar with her signature crows and where they nested. Those lucky enough to have escaped the initial purge soon spotted the new additions to these nests and realized Carmina was using her crows to smuggle messages out. Her paintings revealed the true horrors of the regime’s torture camps and were swiftly passed to anti-government groups throughout Chile.
Though Carmina suffered as much as any other prisoner at the cruel hands of her captors and often suffered more than others due to her fame, her guilt at seeing her friends and comrades suffer eclipsed any physical torment. In her smuggled poetry she compared her situation to being back on the bank of the river, watching her brother drown over and over and being unable to save him. As days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months, this guilt began to take a toll on Carmina’s mind.
Her artwork became more savage, and her poems took on darker and darker tones. In one, she wrote about wishing to drive the dull palette blade she’d been given for her “art” into a fellow prisoner’s eye and leaving him for the birds. The poem expressed a longing for all those around her, prisoner and guard alike, to die so that the crows would be her only company. Their dispassionate black eyes held no judgement, and though they screamed at least their screams did not fill her with guilt.
She remained defiant despite her fraying sanity, until at last her schemes were exposed. In a desperate gamble, several of Carmina’s most shocking poems and paintings were released to the public. It was hoped that the visceral evidence of what the regime was doing would spark outrage around the world, and the resulting pressure would force Pinochet to ease his grip. The attempt failed. Pinochet had powerful allies, allies who had helped him take power and had a vested interest in keeping him there. Carmina’s artwork was dismissed as false propaganda, and Carmina herself was painted as a deranged anarchist and communist. The efforts to expose the crimes of Pinochet and his regime only managed to stir up a handful of minor protests and diplomatic rebukes, which were easily ignored.
As the world turned its back on the suffering of Chile and its people, it became clear that the release of Carmina’s art had done nothing but seal her fate. Once it was revealed that she’d somehow been smuggling subversive materials to anti-government groups, retribution was swift. The guards dragged her out of her cell and hacked off her hands with machetes in front of the other prisoners, demanding to know how she would paint her pictures or scribble her poems now? She told them she would paint with her bloody stumps and speak her poems aloud every minute of every day. In response the guards cut out her tongue and threw her back into her cell to ‘paint her pictures’.
The final account of Carmina Mora comes from a prisoner who was in the process of being transferred to another facility. He was dragged past Carmina’s cell shortly after her dismemberment, and claimed he saw her there. Blood was trickling from her mouth, but her eyes were filled with madness as she dragged her raw sumps across the rough concrete wall, painting her final masterpiece even as she bled to death.
She was never seen again.
The legacy of the prison facility where Carmina was held is a confusing one. Shortly after Carmina’s mutilation, contact with the facility was lost due to a severe earthquake that knocked out electrical and phone lines in the area. The Atacama Desert is what is known as a ‘fog desert’: the majority of its moisture comes not from rain but from fogs rolling off the nearby Andes Mountains. Extreme banks of fog were not uncommon at the monastery-turned-prison, it was the primary reason the monks had been able to thrive in what is otherwise one of the driest deserts in the world, but when the fog finally cleared almost a week after the earthquake the facility was completely deserted. There were no signs of the prisoners or guards, and all of their equipment had been left behind. The last painting of Carmina Mora was discovered covering the walls of her old cell: spider-like limbs, reeking of malice and covered in sadistic barbs and blades, curling down to menace a single flickering flame of hope.
Government officials stated afterward that the facility was shut down because its location made resupply difficult. The official release claimed that the guards and prisoners were all accounted for and had merely been shuffled off to different locations. Certain local sources dispute this, pointing out that no convoys of guards or prisoners were ever spotted on the road leading from the monastery and questioning why so much expensive equipment was just abandoned if it was a planned relocation. Some claim that the official story is merely a coverup. They instead maintain that a resistance cell attacked the facility, killing the guards and freeing the prisoners. No evidence has ever surfaced to support this alternative claim.
While many of the poems Carmina Mora wrote in prison were copied down or memorized and thus survived, the same cannot be said of her artwork. They were made on scavenged paper with vile substitutes that did not last like traditional ink or paint. They were torn apart to smuggle them out of the prison, picked at by birds, and the surviving shreds had to be stored in harsh environments to hide them from the regime’s agents. The government destroyed any scraps they could find, and those that escaped soon disintegrated. The few scraps of Carmina’s prison paintings that survived were eagerly sought by those fascinated by the macabre and grotesque and have long-since vanished into private collections. Attempts by Chilean groups to recover and memorialize them have met with no success.
Carmina’s final masterpiece has also been lost. The earthquake that struck the monastery did serious damage to its foundations, and when a second earthquake hit a year later it completely collapsed the majority of the monastery. This included the cell where Carmina’s final painting was located. Chile remained in a grip of terror due to the ongoing efforts of the regime, so after the initial brief exploration no one dared venture into the abandoned site for fear that they too would be arrested. When the monastery collapsed Carmina’s painting was destroyed along with it, and the only description of the painting comes from one of the anonymous individuals who first found the site after its abandonment.
Today only the infamous “Eyrie” remains, along with the sprawling graveyard that surrounded the monastery. Many of these graves and crypts are from long before the regime’s occupation, used by the monks to bury their fellows or residents of nearby towns, but a large number of crude or unmarked graves have been discovered containing the bones of those who died in the prison. Its remote location and the sheer number of bodies interred around it gave the monastery-turned-prison a bleak new nickname: the Forsaken Boneyard.
An official effort was made to disinter the graves so the remains could be identified and sent back to their families, but the effort was plagued by bad weather, yet another earthquake, and a bloody accident that claimed the lives of two workers. These disasters eventually forced the identification effort to be called off completely. A movement to remake the site into a memorial was similarly abandoned due to the monastery’s remote location and the risk that further earthquakes might collapse what little remained.
Like many victims of the Pinochet regime’s campaign of terror, Carmina Mora’s remains were never found.
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Brazilian judge orders arrest of Bolsonaro's ex-minister after Brasilia rampage
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A Brazilian Supreme Court judge ordered the arrest on Tuesday of the capital's most recent public security chief after supporters of right-wing former President Jair Bolsonaro led a rampage through government buildings.
Justice Alexandre de Moraes ordered the arrest of Anderson Torres, who was Bolsonaro's justice minister before taking over this month as the public security chief for Brasilia, where thousands of protesters vandalized the Supreme Court, Congress and presidential offices on Sunday.
Torres, who was removed from office on Sunday, was not in the city when the riots occurred, having flown to Florida earlier this month. In a post on Twitter on Tuesday, he said he would return to Brazil from Orlando, where he was vacationing with his family, and turn himself in to justice.
Moraes also requested the arrest of Fabio Augusto Vieira, the head of Brasilia's military police, one of a number of officials responsible for protecting the key Brasilia government buildings. Vieira could not immediately be reached for comment.
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Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.
É ter coragem para ouvir um “não“.
Ser feliz é deixar viver a criança livre,
alegre e simples que mora dentro e cada um de nós.
É ter maturidade para falar “eu errei“.
É ter ousadia para dizer “me perdoe“.
É ter sensibilidade para expressar “eu preciso de você“.
É ter capacidade de dizer “eu te amo“.
Jamais desista de si mesmo.
Jamais desista das pessoas que você ama.
Jamais desista de ser feliz, pois a vida
é um espetáculo imperdível...
E tenha certeza que você é um ser humano especial
para todas as pessoas que te gosta, respeita e quer
te ver sempre bem...
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A adoração é mais que cantar uma canção falando de Deus ou de lhe dirigir palavras. A verdadeira adoração tem de fluir do espírito, na mais profunda entrega a Deus. Falando com a mulher samaritana, no poço de Jacó, Jesus disse que “vem a hora e já chegou, em que os verdadeiros adoradores adorarão o Pai em espírito e em verdade; porque são estes que o Pai procura para seus adoradores. Deus é espírito; e importa que os seus adoradores o adorem em espírito e em verdade” (João 4.23-24). E foi adorando a Deus com todo o seu ser que a cantora e compositora Kelly S. Rodrigues compôs “Santo Deus”, um lançamento, independente, com assessoria de imprensa da Frutificai Produções. Ela conta que compor esta canção, uma música de profunda adoração e entrega ao Senhor, foi uma forte experiência durante um momento do seu devocional: “Ela fala da revelação da verdadeira identidade de Jesus, é o reconhecimento da soberania e majestade de Cristo”. “Santo Deus” é o quarto lançamento do projeto “Adoração em Chamas Vol 1: O som dos incendiados”. Todas as músicas desse trabalho são composições autorais da cantora. Ela é uma música totalmente Cristocêntrica, pois Jesus é o centro nesta canção. Kelly explica que esta composição nasceu do anseio de proclamar a soberania e majestade de Cristo, “o Deus que a si mesmo se entregou, que se despiu de Sua Glória por amor a nós. O Cordeiro Santo que foi morto e reviveu. Não é nada sobre mim, mas tudo sobre Ele!”. Este foi um projeto muito desafiador para Kelly S. Rodrigues! Ela lembra que ficou muito ansiosa, pois sabia da responsabilidade que tinha ao cantar esta canção e passar a todos a mensagem que ela encerra, que é devolver o centro para Jesus. Mesmo tendo sido “a música mais difícil que cantei dentre as minhas composições, tudo deu certo no final! Tive o apoio do meu produtor e arranjador na gravação. E o mais importante, Deus nos deu graça e sabedoria, então, cantei com a excelência que a Ele é devida”. Algo que também a marcou muito foi o fato de que, na gravação, ela quase não conseguia atingir os superagudos. Diante dessa situação, ela parou e orou pedindo ao Pai que a ajudasse. E foi assim, de repente, que ela conseguiu cantar cinco faixas das partes superagudas sem falhar. Um detalhe que ela faz questão de realçar é o fato de que, antes desta oração, sua voz estava falhando muito. A canção foi gravada no estúdio Mister Silva, em Lavras (MG). O clipe será gravado em breve, na capela da UFLA no dia 02 de dezembro próximo. Produtor musical e arranjos: Leandro Silva de Oliveira. Arranjo vocal: Kelly S. Rodrigues. Preparador vocal: Charles A. L. Cardoso. Guitarras: Leandro Silva de Oliveira. Bateria: Renan Andrade Martins. Violão: Mattheus Felipe do Nascimento Lacerda. Baixo: Denis Silva. Teclados: Lucas Gatte Bertolozo. Mixagem e masterização: Luciano Antonio Marciani. Captação de voz: Stúdio Mister Silva. Revisão teológica: Erick Galani Maziero. Designer gráfico da capa: Samuel Lima Fernandes. Vídeo Lyric: Heber Augusto Costa. Captação visual bastidores: Kelly S. Rodrigues. Kelly S. Rodrigues nasceu em Padre Paraíso (MG). Atualmente, mora em Lavras (MG). Canta desde os quatro anos. Ministra de louvor desde os 13 anos, compõe suas músicas há 17 anos. Ela tem um workshop de adoração que se chama: “Adoração em Chamas”. Músicas lançadas em 2023: “Te Adoramos” (janeiro), “Som do Avivamento” (março) e “Tua Glória” (maio). Kelly já se apresentou no programa “Noite com os Adoradores de Deus” da RIT TV, em São Paulo (SP), que foi transmitido no dia 19/11/23 às 22h30. Nele, ela foi entrevistada e falou sobre sua história e superação de vida, vida com Deus e sobre seus projetos, como o “Workshop Adoração em Chamas”. “Minha oração é que todos sejam impactados pela mensagem desta canção. Que o coração de cada um esteja contrito e voltado totalmente para Cristo, o Grande Eu Sou e Poderoso Deus, não há outro como Ele! Que, como adoradores ‘incendiados’, devolvamos o lugar de honra que pertence somente a Jesus, pois o centro do nosso ser pertence a Ele.
Que possamos, assim como os céus, proclamar as obras das Suas mãos e reconhecer que não há outro como Ele, o Santo, Poderoso, Glorioso e Grande Deus.” (Kelly S. Rodrigues) Assista ao Lyric Video da canção “Santo Deus” no YouTube: https://youtu.be/AHCY7uRmeno Ouça a canção “Santo Deus” na sua plataforma digital preferida: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1FkmK5inz29Fbnh5BU6TFh?si=Ihs5nIF_TUWio7a-3GWVlQ Siga a cantora Kelly Rodrigues nas Redes Sociais! Instagram: https://instagram.com/kellyrodriguesmusic YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@KRadoracaoemchamas Acompanhe a Frutificai nas Redes Sociais! Frutificai Produções: https://www.instagram.com/frutificaiproducoes WhatsApp: https://abre.ai/frutificaiproducoes
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Quando meu marido vai trabalho no fds o meu vizinho vem me comer.
By; Cacau
Eu trai meu marido com um negão que mora na rua da gente, e apesar do peso na consciência, ainda tenho dado pra ele quando estou sozinha em casa com o meu marido trabalhando.
Eu sou a Cacau, casada, 31 anos, sem filhos, gostosa, rabuda, baixinha, coxas grossas, cintura bem feitinha e seios grandes. Adoro usar roupa curta e deixar os homens babando, mas meu marido que sempre foi muito conservador, acaba me proibindo de fazer muita coisa.
Isso tudo me deixa com mais vontade de aprontar, e foi assim, sendo mal comida todos os dias, que acabei me envolvendo com o Augusto, um negão baiano que mora aqui na rua, ele tem namorada, ela mora no interior e só vem na casa dele aos fins de semana, e como meu marido é motorista de ônibus, muitas vezes viaja pela noite e me deixa sozinha em casa, na maior carência e tédio.
Um dia precisei consertar a porta do meu armário, como o Augusto ajuda todo mundo nessas coisas, resolvi pedir pra ele, claro que também era uma desculpa pra ficar perto desse homem, só queria olhar, sempre achei ele bem gostoso.
Ele veio aqui me ajudar em uma sexta, ofereci uma cerveja, ele aceitou e a gente ficou no maior clima, rola muita química entre nós dois. Enquanto a gente tomava uma cervejinha e outra, fiquei com uma vontade louca de foder com ele, minha bucetinha até latejava só de perceber o olhar safado desse homem em cima de mim. Ele não parava de me encarar, deu até uma pegada no pau, que me deixou louca quando vi o volume que aquele cacete fez na mão dele.
-Seu marido volta hoje, Cacau? ele pode não curtir me ver aqui.
-Iiiihh não se preocupa não Guto, ele tá viajando, só volta pra casa no domingo.
-Huuuumm, então é tranquilo tomar uma cervejinha aqui com você.
-É tranquilo qualquer coisa que a gente quiser fazer…
Deixei a frase no ar, ele sorriu malicioso, se aproximou de mim e disse:
-Sempre tive um tesão em você, sabia? você é muito gostosa.
-E eu em você, sempre notei você me olhando e isso me deixa toda arrepiada, me dá sua mão aqui, pra você ver como me deixa.
Peguei a mão dele e coloquei bem na minha buceta, ele ficou louco, soltou um caralho e um delícia quando me sentiu toda molhadinha por causa dele. Ele então me colocou em cima da mesa da cozinha, começou a beijar meu corpo inteiro, me deixou toda arrepiada, senti o pau dele duro encostando em mim, aproveitei para abrir as pernas e aumentar nosso contato. Ele sussurrava baixinho palavras safadas ao pé do meu ouvido, me deixava louca e mais molhada, senti a língua quente e gostosa dele descendo pelo meu pescoço, meus seios, até que ele tirou minha blusa junto com meu sutiã e começou a chupar um dos meus peitos, enquanto passava a mão no outro e apertava, massageando como eu gosto, me deixando arrepiada, com os bicos bem durinhos.
Ele foi beijando minha barriga, tirou meu shortinho junto com a calcinha e me deixou completamente nua, antes de tirar a própria roupa. Quando ele tirou a camisa, até gelei com esse peitoral gostoso levemente definido, e com o pau fazendo o maior volume na cueca branca. Quis arrancar aquela cueca, puxei e vi seu cacete grosso e veiudo quase pular na minha cara. É uma pica de respeito, grande e grossa, do jeito que eu gosto para preencher minha buceta. A gente trocou beijos safados e ele começou a me provocar pincelando a cabeça da sua pica na minha entradinha, Eu gemi, suspirei, pedi pra ele botar, mas ele queria me deixar doida de tesão.
-Para de me torturar, mete essa pica vai, minha buceta já tá doendo de tesão.
-Calma putinha, já vou te comer bem gostoso, de um jeito que você não vai querer parar.
Me arrepiei ouvindo isso, a gente continuou se beijando gostoso, comecei a mover os quadris para aumentar nosso contato, ele chupava meu pescoço, minha barriga, até que se ajoelhou e começou a beijar e lamber as laterais das minhas coxas. Fiquei louca, abri mais as pernas, ele beijou minha buceta por fora, lambeu os grandes lábios, até que que eu dobrei os joelhos e abri minha buceta com as mãos. Senti a língua dele de leve, suspirei, gemi, fiquei louca, que tesão da porra. Ele chupava muito gostoso, eu ficava cada vez mais molhadinha.
-Aaaaaaiiii, você chupa tão gostoso!
-Que delícia de buceta, gostinho bom…
Ele chupou gostoso, sugou minha buceta, fiquei louca, é muito tesão. Ele enfiou a língua dentro e ele me chupou tão gostoso, mamou de um jeito tão delicioso na minha bucetinha, que acabei gozando na boca dele, o safado adorou! Eu fiquei ali com aqueles espasmos, coração acelerado, as pernas moles tremendo muito, foi um prazer intenso. Ele me beijou enquanto eu me recuperava, e quis retribuir chupando a pica dele. Comecei a mamar na cabecinha, lambi, suguei as bolas e deixei ele com muito mais tesão.
Ele começou a mover o quadril, empurrando essa rolona gostosa na minha boca, fiquei louca de tesão, engoli tudo, não aguentei, engasguei umas duas vezes mas não parei de mamar naquele caralho. A gente tava curtindo muito, ele interrompeu a chupada e me pegou no colo, me colocou de quatro na mesa da cozinha, encaixou o pau na minha bucetinha e mandou ver.
Foi um delícia, a gente começou a gemer gostoso, ele me puxou pelos cabelos, segurou minha cintura e começou a socar o pau com força, minha buceta ardia, doía, mas eu queria mais, era muito gostosa ser fodida por esse macho gostoso.
-Que delícia de buceta apertadinha do caralho, tá apertando muito meu pau.
-Você gosta? ela é toda sua, fode essa buceta todinha, vai
Ele fodeu com força, foi uma delícia, a gente ficou trepando pra cacete, ele aumentou o ritmo da trepada, avisou que ia gozar e na hora de gozar tirou o pau e me fez abrir a boca. Engoli tudo, cada gota daquele leitinho de macho, foi uma delícia.
Valeu a pena demais essa foda, nós dois ficamos muito próximos e sempre que dá, mato a vontade dessa pica preta.
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SANTA GUADALUPE CHARACTERS + ‘MIDNIGHTS’ LYRICS
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Brazil: Bolsonaro asks Prosecutor General to investigate Supreme Court justice
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President Jair Bolsonaro has asked the Federal Prosecution Office to investigate Supreme Court Justice Alexandre de Moraes. This request was filed mere hours after a judge denied proceeding with an almost identical criminal complaint lodged by the President with the Court on Tuesday.
Augusto Aras, the Prosecutor General, is close to Mr. Bolsonaro and has the prerogative to take the case to the Supreme Court. But the chances of him admitting the complaint are minimal.
As explained in the Brazil Daily newsletter, Mr. Bolsonaro knows that his complaints are unlikely to go anywhere — but he hopes to increase institutional tensions and foment the narrative that the judiciary is acting against him.
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Deputado Lebrão e mais seis deputado podem Perder seus mandaros no STF
Resultado do julgamento pode impactar a composição das bancadas da Câmara dos Deputados O Supremo Tribunal Federal (STF) está programado para começar a julgar nesta quinta-feira, 8, três ações referentes às sobras de vagas eleitorais. O resultado do julgamento pode impactar a composição das bancadas da Câmara dos Deputados, podendo levar à perda de parlamentares por parte de alguns partidos. Um dos processos foi proposto pela Rede; outro pelo PSB e Podemos e o terceiro, pelo PP.As legendas questionam o cálculo das vagas das sobras eleitorais elaborado pelos Tribunais Regionais Eleitorais (TREs) para determinar quais deputados federais foram eleitos. Ao STF, os partidos pedem a concessão de medida cautelar para permitir que, na terceira fase de distribuição das vagas das sobras eleitorais, sejam incluídos todos os partidos que participaram das eleições, independentemente do quociente eleitoral alcançado. De acordo com cálculos da Academia Brasileira de Direito Eleitoral (Abradep), caso haja uma mudança na regra, a maioria dos deputados federais afetados seriam do Amapá: Sílvia Waiãpi (PL), Sonize Barbosa (PL), Professora Goreth (PDT) e Augusto Pupio (MDB). Os outros são Lázaro Botelho (PP-TO), Gilvan Máximo (Republicanos-DF) e Lebrão (União Brasil-RO).   O julgamento teve início no ano passado no plenário virtual. O relator original foi o ministro Ricardo Lewandowski (hoje ministro da Justiça), que votou a favor da mudança nas regras, porém, somente a partir das eleições de 2024. Alexandre de Moraes concordou com as alterações propostas, porém, defendeu que elas deveriam ser aplicadas já nas eleições de 2022. Gilmar Mendes também concordou com essa posição. Distorções O objeto da Ação Direta de Inconstitucionalidade (ADI) 7263 é o inciso III do artigo 109 do Código Eleitoral (Lei 4.737/1965), alterado pela Lei 14.211/2021, e a Resolução 23.677/2021 do Tribunal Superior Eleitoral (TSE). Segundo eles, a mudança exige que o partido, para ter direito a participar da distribuição das sobras das cadeiras destinadas ao cargo de deputado federal, alcance pelo menos 80% do quociente eleitoral, com um candidato que tenha, no mínimo, 20% da votação nominal. Não sendo cumpridas as duas exigências cumulativamente, as cadeiras restantes serão distribuídas aos partidos que apresentarem as maiores médias, sem nenhuma restrição. Os partidos alegam erro nessa forma de cálculo adotada pela Justiça Eleitoral e sustentam que isso pode levar a distorções do sistema proporcional, como, por exemplo, um partido ficar com todas as vagas da Câmara, caso seja o único a alcançar o quociente eleitoral. Ao apresentarem números totais sobre a votação para deputado federal nas eleições deste ano, apontam que apenas 28 dos 513 deputados se elegeram com seus próprios votos ou atingiram o quociente eleitoral. Os 485 restantes se beneficiaram dos votos dos puxadores de seus partidos ou de suas federações. “Entre outros argumentos, Podemos e PSB dizem que a medida fere princípios constitucionais como o pluralismo político, o Estado Democrático de Direito, a igualdade de chances, a soberania popular e o sistema proporcional”, explicou o STF. Para os partidos, a Resolução do TSE não deveria valer para este ano, por ter sido editada a menos de um ano das eleições. Já a Rede sustenta que, em 2022, ocorrerão as primeiras eleições com barreira e sem coligações, “o que pode significar o início do fim, por vias inconstitucionais, do sistema eleitoral proporcional, com reais e efetivas disfunções de inúmeras ordens”. As mudanças, para a Rede, parecem conduzir a uma espécie de ”distritão à força”, pois o sistema só poderia ser implementado por meio de emenda à Constituição e, em 2021, foi rejeitado pela Câmara dos Deputados. GIOVANNA CAMPOS ,jornal opcao   Read the full article
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Moraes proíbe Bolsonaro de ir a eventos das Forças Armadas
  O ministro do STF, Alexandre de Moraes, do Supremo Tribunal Federal (STF),  proibiu, por determinação, a ida do ex-presidente da República, Jair Bolsonaro (PL), de ir a eventos das Forças Armadas no aniversário de 60 anos do golpe militar, em 31 de março. O despacho é da última quinta-feira (7). Moraes também estendeu a determinação aos ex-ministros Augusto Heleno, Braga Netto e Paulo Sergio…
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“Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos. É saber falar de si mesmo. É ter coragem para ouvir um “não”. É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta. Ser feliz é deixar viver a criança livre, alegre e simples, que mora dentro de cada um de nós.”
— Augusto Cury.
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