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𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐀 𝐃𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋

𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏!𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒙 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

You had always dreamed of visiting Brazil. After countless hours scrolling through Instagram and TikTok, you finally made it to Rio de Janeiro with your two best friends, the Brazil Pr finally getting to you. The vibrant city welcomed you with open arms, and you were ready to soak in every moment of your 10 days vacation.

Your days were filled with sun-kissed beaches, lounging away on the golden sands of Copacabana, sipping on some colorful cocktails, and letting the crashing waves wash away your burdens. The nights, however, were another story. You explored the impressive nightlife, from chic rooftop bars to the raw local street parties in the favelas.

One night, you found yourself at a particularly lively baile funk. The music forced you to move your hips and the strong drinks to jump in the arms of your besties. As you danced with your friends, you noticed a fine ass man watching you from across the crowd. He had a blond buzzcut, tattoos covering his tanned arms, and the most captivating smile.

He approached you with a confident stride, introducing himself as Connie. His accent was thick and sexy, and he occasionally slipped into his native language when he couldn't find the right English words "Você dança muito bem," he complimented you, his eyes twinkling with amusement at the sight of your ass swaying.

You felt an instant connection. Connie was charming, funny, and had a way of making you feel like the only person in the crowded street. You spent the night dancing, laughing, and downing shots. He taught you a few Portuguese phrases, and you found yourself falling for his accent and the way he said your name with a huge smile, surprisingly sharp canines pocking out a bit.

As the night wore on, Connie took your hand and led you to a quieter spot overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking, with the string lights twinkling below you "You really complete my city’s beauty" he said softly, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your heart raced. As you stood there, hand in hand, you knew this was a moment you would never forget. You knew about the culture here and how kissing was normal even amongst strangers, but when Connie leaned in, resting his hand on your cheek as your lips intertwined into a hungry, passionate kiss, you knew this was deeper than sexual attraction and lust.

It was hard to contain yourself, here, on this empty rooftop barely illuminated by the street lights, you lost yourself in Connie’s touch, soft moans escaping your lips when he twirled his tongue inside you mouth, smirking against your lips at the faint sounds coming from you. Connie travelled down to your neck, licking at it and sucking just hard enough not to leave any marks.

“Te quero” Connie pulled back, licking his pink lips, pretty eyes looking down at you, begging you for more.

To say you hated yourself for stopping everything there and telling him you needed to get back to your friends was an understatement. Still, Connie respected your wishes, a satisfied smile on his face from just being able to hold you as he walked you back to your worried friends. You could still feel his lips press up on your cheek and his fingers on your lower back when he kissed you goodbye, disappearing into the crowd that just kept on growing despite the late hours.

“you didn’t even get is insta or some ?!” Your friends said in unison, staring at you in pure confusion when you shook your head, almost afraid by their reaction “bitch, you got two days left, you better find that man” one of them warned, not even trying to find out if you even wanted to see him again. But she didn’t have to hear you say it because she already knew.

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The man crying is George Gillette, tribal chairman of the Mandan, Arikara, and Hidatsa tribes of North Dakota in 1948. He was forced under the threat of death of all his people to sign over the tribes’ homeland on the fertile floodplain of the Missouri River in order to build the Garrison Dam.

The final settlement legislation denied tribes’ right to use the reservoir shoreline for grazing, hunting, fishing or other purposes, including irrigation development and royalty rights on all subsurface minerals within the reservoir area.

After the dam was constructed, the three tribes were scattered, their communities and extended families flung to different shores of the 200-mile-long Lake Sakakawea.

This is what your freedom and democracy is built on.

Went into the Meljay tag for the first time today to see the most RANCID ass take calling Mel an abuser. Of course it was a Jayvik shipper, who no doubt refuses to see the truth that Viktor emotionally manipulated Jayce more than Mel ever did and used him. You all do NOT want to have this conversation with me, and I sure do not have the time to have it with you. With that being said, I am so serious when I say this. KEEP MEL'S NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH.

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Every time I see this brain dead “oppressed x oppressor” shit it’s just The online leftist version of people should just stick to their own.

The rich should stay with the rich and the poors should stay with the poors am I right? 

ppl will post butch positivity with like 5 allusions to transmasculitity (binding, t, top surgery, etc) and 0 mentions of transfem butches

i love you butches on estrogen! i love you butches who feel caught between expressing yourself as a woman and as a butch because of transmisogyny! i love you butches who want/have bottom surgery! i love you butches who don’t! i love you butches who feel like butch is your gender and i love you butches who feel like butch is your sexuality!

i love you transfem butches! i love you trans women butches! i love you butches!

i love her concept designs, but aggressive is a hell of a word to use...

Designs I did for Jessica Drew’s motorcycle in Across the Spiderverse. The first one is the design that made it into the film! It went through the capable hands of a modeler and then to Will Coyner who did the siiiicckkk final paint. Jessica Drew’s design hadn’t been finalized at this point, her outfit, her ethnicity, if she was going to be pregnant or not was all up for grabs. So I took that opportunity to try my hand at drawing her as well. I wasn’t much of a character designer at that point so some of these are a little wonky. From what I remember the directors picked that first design because it felt heavy and aggressive. I had a lot of fun with these. Especially the second image which has the two wacky versions I pitched.