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shot with a 1930s Voigtländer Jubilar on Fomapan 400
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Trouble
Author’s Notes: The following story is effectively an “AU” version of my “Until Dawn” piece. Prompted by @raven-of-domain-kwaad / @the-raven-of-highever from the Symbol / Torture Meme. (I suspect Raven wanted to separate my lovely couple because she doesn’t believe in people having nice things.)
As she regained consciousness, Tasiele realized immediately that something was very wrong.
The first thing that registered to her was the intense headache, pulsing in her mind.
Alarmed, she had instinctively reached out to the Force. She could still feel it, but where it normally brought her clarity, now it was all a haze. Her mind, usually razor-sharp, felt dull; unable to focus. Certainly unable to call upon the Force to aid her.
The second thing she was conscious of was being immersed in darkness. Her eyes couldn’t make out anything around wherever she was. As her natural spatial awareness slowly returned, she discerned only that she was in a relatively small room. But that was all.
The third thing that registered was that she had been restrained.
She was on her knees, sitting atop some sort of elevated platform. Further, her wrists had been shackled together behind her back and secured above her head. As she tried to shift her weight, she realized her ankles had also been cuffed, leaving her practically immobile. As she gave her bindings a compulsory struggle, she felt the clinking sound of a taut link of chains above her. She estimated it ended about two meters up, most likely connected to the ceiling, but with the fugue hanging over her, she couldn’t be sure. But of a certainty, someone had taken great care to see that she could not escape.
Most humiliatingly of all, a gag had been secured in the mouth, leaving her unable to speak and forced to rely on her nose to breath. It wouldn’t normally have occurred to Tasiele to cry out for help except as a last resort, but it still galled her, nevertheless.
Finally, Tasiele realized that whoever was keeping her prisoner had carefully searched her, removing her weapons, her equipment and her body armor and leaving her in her tank top. Tasiele felt the absence of her lightsaber with immediate alarm; it was an extension of herself, after all. But on a more practical level, the absence of the lockpicks her father had insisted she carry hidden inside her gloves was a more pressing concern.
As she assessed her situation, Tasiele instinctively tried to center herself. To overcome whatever was cutting her off from fully immersing herself in the Force and calling upon it to serve her as it normally had for nearly her entire life.
After a few minutes, however, she was forced to give up, the sensation of defeat leaving a taste in her mouth nearly as bitter as the blasted gag. Only now did Tasiele finally realize she’d been drugged. Whatever chemicals of chemicals they had used to sedate her in the first place were even now keeping her disoriented.
It was only now that she remembered.
Jubilar. Bela. The mission. The town. The cantina. The Force Vampires. Striking down several of them before ultimately being pulled down. Neither she nor Bela had realized the danger they were in until after they’d sipped their drinks. There was no doubt in Tasiele’s mind that they’d been spiked.
A flash of anxiety crept up in her belly. Was Bela alright? Was she a prisoner like Tasiele? Or was she…
Before Tasiele could continue down that disturbing chain of thought, the door to the room slid open behind her. She felt cool air against her skin and realized that it was coming from the outside, and judging by the poorly lit darkness, that it seemed to be nighttime.
I must be in a shack. She silently determined for herself. Or some other outdoor structure.
Before she could piece together anything more, the door closed, and an intense blue light from above her flickered on, momentarily blinding the bound Force-user as the moaned into the gag in pain, eyes shut.
“My, my.” a feminine voice beamed mockingly. “Don’t you look delightful like this?”
Tasiele forced her protesting eyes to open. It took a second for them to adjust to the light and focus on the speaker, now standing right in front of her.
“Comfortable?” her captor teased.
Tasiele immediately recognized the young woman from the bar with the short skirt. The one who had borne her fangs at her just before Tasiele had lost consciousness. She could sense two more individuals in the room with them, standing at her sides. At this elevation – she realized she was sitting on a circular pedestal with the chains to her ankles rolling off the sides – her head was only slightly below the vampire’s own.
Now with some sense of what she was dealing with, Tasiele followed her training and focused on the person presenting themselves as the voice of authority.
“You and your little friend will make such delightful pets, darling.” The woman – rather the vampire – grinned evilly. “Once you’ve been properly broken in.”
Tasiele yanked at her shackles in rage at the threat, roaring into her gag.
Don’t you dare touch Bela, you kriffing bitch! She wanted to scream.
But the gag muffled her shouts. For all her anger and passion, they were impotent and feeble.
The woman in front of her laughed. The burly men at her sides – Tasiele could sense them more clearly now – snickered.
“Charming, my pet. Absolutely charming. Now let’s see how you taste….”
With that, the vampire started removing the long spandex gloves that went up to her elbows.
That drew a reaction from her companions.
“Hey! You said we could get a taste, Crysta!” the brute on Tasiele’s right grumbled.
The lead vampire’s brow glowered at the interruption as she hissed at her fellows, baring her fangs at the male vampire in an obvious sign of intimidation.
“Wait your turn, Bahshk.” Crysta sneered. “You know the rules. I eat first.”
The thug grumbled at the reprimand but kept his peace otherwise.
Satisfied that her companion had been cowed, the vampire reached out and touched Tasiele’s cheek with her bare fingers, closing her eyes and letting out a sigh.
Tasiele had started struggling instinctively at the contact, shaking her head violently, trying to twist away from the woman’s touch. She knew well what was coming, and that she was helpless to prevent it. Unfortunately, her reaction only seemed to encourage Crysta.
“That’s it.” She cooed. “Fight. It makes the Force I drain from you so much sweeter.”
Tasiele closed her eyes in denial of her situation as she started to feel her very life force draining from her. While her arms continued to spasm, her head started to fall forward in despair.
In response, the man on her left – who had been silent and docile up until now – reached down and grabbed Tasiele’s ponytail, using it to pull her head back. She screamed in pain and indignation into her gag as she was again forced to look Crysta in the eyes.
The lead vampire smirked again, both hands now caressing down Tasiele’s cheeks, gripping her possessively by the chin as she let out a pleasurable sigh, her eyelids flickering. Tasiele tried to keep struggling, but as more of her strength was consumed, she felt the fight draining from her.
Obviously noticing that her resistance was fading – and that Crysta seemed distracted in a state of ecstasy - the two men at her sides reached out and gripped Tasiele’s arms. Her rational mind knew their primary intent was to humiliate and degrade her before they, too, began to siphon the Force from her body. To her cold logic, that meant their actions should have been irrelevant.
But Tasiele was now drowning under the assault of all three vampires. For one of the few times in her life, she could not heed the warnings of her rational mind.
Although she rarely spoke to others of it, not even to Bela, Tasiele was incredibly proud of her genetic heritage, particularly of the famous Force-users from whom she claimed descent. She was the daughter of the most cunning and resourceful Sith of her generation. More still, through her father’s side, she could claim ten generations of Jedi as ancestors, dating back to one who had come closest to mastering both the Light and the Dark than any Force-user on record.
For her Force sensitivity to be turned against her, to make her a target… it filled her with an indignation and shame that she’d never felt before.
And in that sinking instant, she felt fear and doubt start to overtake her. For one fleeting moment, she started to accept that she would inevitably break, and become a plaything to these… wretched creatures. That she was unworthy of her heritage after all.
But then – in her darkest moments – a new sensation entered her consciousness. Not from within, but from without. Beyond her mind. Beyond this room. It was a feeling of unbreakable determination and resolve… and one which Tasiele was intimately familiar with. This sensation reassured Tasiele, easing her anxiety. Reminding her of who she was. Not just through her intellect or her blood or even through the Force, but in her heart and soul.
Despite her present physical weakness, she found herself smiling, grinning up at the vampire woman in front of her as she ignored the others.
The expression apparently caught Crysta’s attention, shaking the vampire from her reverie.
Crysta paused in her ‘feeding’ and regarded Tasiele curiously. She reached down and unfastened the gag in Tasiele’s mouth, tossing it aside and caressing her cheek again.
“Something to say, my pet?” she pressed her. “Are you ready to surrender to us already?”
Tasiele merely swallowed, relieved that cursed gag had been withdrawn. Then she turned her head to look up at Crysta again.
“I’m going to be honest with you…” she smiled grimly. “You’re in terrible trouble.”
The look of confusion on Crysta’s face was broken when the distinctive sound of durasteel being cut through rang out through the room. Alarmed, all three vampires pulled away from their prisoner, turning to see a yellow lightsaber blade cutting through the ceiling in a circle.
“Huh. I thought she’d come in through the door.”
The ceiling collapsed as the vampires scrambled away to avoid being crushed by the debris.
As the dust settled, Bela stood there in the middle of the room, standing tall and brandishing her yellow lightsaber in a pose that she couldn’t help but find heroic. (And more than a little attractive if she were honest.) Her own body armor was also missing. She had clearly escaped circumstances like those Tasiele now found herself in and had obviously regained possession of her lightsaber besides.
She looked every bit the part of a hero from some holovid drama.
The look of rage on Bela’s face left Tasiele no doubt what was going to happen next.
As she watched her wife rip through the vampires like some mythological goddess of war, Tasiele reflected on a reality she usually avoided.
Tasiele could rightfully claim descent from some of the greatest Force-users in history.
But Bela was the daughter of the champion who had toppled the closest thing to a veritable god anyone had ever met, ridding the galaxy of the greatest threat it had ever faced.
More than bloodline, though: Bela was the daughter of heroes.
Privately, Tasiele suspected that Bela was even more powerful than her father.
She certainly took her display on this day as a sign of that.
Within seconds, it was over. Bela pulled her lightsaber free of Crysta’s neck where she’d fatally impaled the villain, and the vampire’s body turned to ash.
Wasting no time, the heroine turned and rushed over to her wife, quickly freeing Tasiele and embracing her with her strong arms.
“You alright, Tas?” Bela whispered, holding her tenderly in a manner that would be nearly inconceivable to someone who had just watched her brutally dispose of their captors.
Tasiele felt her face flush at Bela’s attentions, a hundred emotions bubbling up all at once. She buried those down into her gut, knowing full-well that there was no time for that now.
“I… I don’t think I can walk right now.” Tasiele swallowed, hearing the hint of shame in her own voice.
Bela just smiled.
“That’s okay. I can carry you.”
Tasiele couldn’t quite manage a withering glare at her wife, instead settling for a scoff.
“I’m not a damsel in distress.” She grumbled.
Her rescuer laughed, leaning close and pressing a quick kiss to Tasiele’s lips.
“No. You’re my wife and my partner. You’re also the smartest person I know. Which is good because I need a plan for us to get out of here.”
Her body could barely move, but her confidence bolstered by Bela’s words, Tasiele’s mind started whirring.
“Alright, I think I can come up with something….”
Ten minutes later, Bela had fought her way out of the vampire’s encampment; her lightsaber carried in one hand while holding her wife unceremoniously over her opposite shoulder in a form favored by emergency personnel rescuing people from a fire.
Annoyed as she was by the undignified rescue, Tasiele couldn’t help but marvel at Bela’s strength and skill, even as she gripped the hard muscles of her wife’s shoulder and torso for support.
She could always trust Bela to save her from trouble. She could always trust her to be the hero.
More, she could always trust Bela to be her hero.
Bela didn’t need Tasiele’s ancestors or bloodline; she just needed her to be Tasiele.
Tasiele resolved that she would focus on being herself.
Author’s Notes: In case it wasn’t obvious, this piece was inspired in part from Raven’s whump fics. The emotions I’ve drawn from Raven’s Kelsa Kine character are an homage of sorts.
Tasiele’s lines of dialogue directed at the vampires is a reference to Hera’s line to the Stormtroopers in the “Jedi Night” episode of Star Wars: Rebels. Because I like to include Easter eggs in my fiction to other Star Wars media.
The vampire ‘turning to ash’ bit was a Buffy reference. (Leave me alone – I’m old.)
(My Tumblr followers, of course, will know more about who Bela and Tasiele are.)
I like to think the concept of a ‘firefighter carry’ exists in Star Wars.
Thanks for reading, and may the Force be with you.
Tagging - @cinlat @cuchulainnx19 @grandninjamasterren @kemendin @lordviridis @queen-scribbles @sithy-tricks @starknstarwars @sullustangin @taraum @the-raven-of-highever
#swtor fanfiction#swtorpadawan writes#trouble#oc: tasiele beniko#oc: bela senya carsen-halcyon#jubilar#raven-of-domain-kwaad#Symbol / Torture Meme#the-raven-of-highever#tales of the eternal alliance#swtorpadawan prompts#my writing#writeblr#writers on tumblr
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Asajj Ventress
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Asajj Ventress, Ky Narec, Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker
Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Rebuilding, Force Ghosts (Star Wars), Depressed Obi-Wan Kenobi, Asajj Ventress Has Issues, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Planet Rattatak (Star Wars), Developing Relationship, Slow Burn, Bounty Hunter Asajj Ventress, Canon Divergence - Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, two incredibly fucked up people somehow manage to make each other better, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Asajj Ventress is killing the pieces of her past one at a time. With Dooku dead and no one left for her on Dathomir, she's forced to return to Rattatak to confront who she once was and finish what Master Ky started.
Obi-Wan Kenobi is falling apart after his former padawan nearly destroyed the Jedi order. The council insists he take a mission far away from the front lines of the war: finding a knight who disappeared years ago on Rattatak.
Rattatak is not a large planet.
#asajj ventress#star wars#star wars fic#sw fanfic#ventrobi#it's here!!!!!! the fic i have been plotting out for a couple good months now!!!!#it rains diamonds on jubilar
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Hace un tiempo, cuando me reincorpore a mi trabajo después de una excedencia, mi jefe me dijo, después de tratar nuevas condiciones y de un cambio de residencia a 700km, que me otorgaría un nuevo cargo, con más responsabilidad y por supuesto, con mejores condiciones económicas. Lo que no me dijo es que me iba a comer kilómetros como un taxista pesetero.
Ahora me paso la semana viajando casi siempre por todo el norte del país y claro, a veces toca alguna parada obligatoria..
Llastres, Asturias, es uno de esos sitios.
Paisaje, comida, hospitalidad.. un sitio que os recomiendo al 100%
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Cuando terminé la primer quest en Genshin me apareció Amber y me dijo "wow increíble salvaron Mondstat que pena que no los pude acompañar :(" pelotuda sos la segunda personaje de mi equipo yo te hice subir de nivel y todo, quien pensás que prendía el fuego para el asado todo este tiempo, porque yo no era
#eso es una cosa que no soporto de los MMO esa desconexión entre trama y juego pero desafortunadamente esto es demasiado adictivo y me ganó#en fin NO jueguen Genshin se los suplico es un juego tan malo#bueno voy a jugar genshin#cosas mias#el biotipo juega genshin#espero poder jubilar ese tag pronto
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La Cremà murciana de las Hogueras de Alicante ponen el colofón a las convivencias de 2024
Alicante y Murcia se han hermanado este sábado con el fuego en la cremà de la hoguera ‘La Fiesta, esencia de Alicante’, original de Javier Gómez Morollón, y que ha estado plantada en la Plaza Romea desde el pasado viernes. Las setenta y siete candidatas al título de Bellesa del Foc 2024 han presenciado la cremà junto a la Bellesa 2023, Belén Mora; la infantil, Inés Llavador, las Reinas de la…
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Inti Raymi 2023: Cronograma de Actividades
¡Ven a celebrar el Inti Raymi en el Cusco!
La fiesta más importante del Imperio Incaico representada por cientos de actores en honor al dios Sol. Se inicia en la plaza de armas o parque central del Cusco, para terminar luego en Sacsayhuaman. Este 24 de junio del 2023 desde las 10 de la mañana hasta aproximadamente las 6 de la tarde. Disfruta de las danzas, los cantos y las ofrendas al Apu Inti y…
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#cronograma actividades inti raymi#Cronograma de Fiestas Jubilares del Cusco 2023#cronograma fiestas cusco 2023#fiesta de los incas#fiesta del sol#Fiestas jubilares del Cusco 2023#inti raimi#inti raimy#Inti Raymi 2023#Programa general de fiestas del Cusco 2023
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hoy día TODA la tecnología que uso para trabajar está funcionando tan como el hoyo que ya me dio un nudo en la espalda T_T
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Ignacio Arellano y Carlos Mata Induráin participan en el Congreso Internacional «Teresa de Jesús: espíritu y letra de un legado», celebrado en Salamanca y Alba de Tormes
Los pasados días 23-25 de marzo se celebró el Congreso Internacional «Teresa de Jesús: espíritu y letra de un legado», organizado por el Ayuntamiento de Alba de Tormes (Salamanca), el IEMYRhd de la Universidad de Salamanca y el Proyecto CARMEL-LIT de la Universidad Complutense de Madrid y dirigido por Esther Borrego (UCM) y Javier San José Lera (USAL). La primera jornada tuvo lugar en el Edificio…
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#a continuación#Año Jubilar Teresiano#Alba de Tormes (Salamanca)#Ayuntamiento de Alba de Tormes#Canonizaciones de 1622#Carlos Mata Induráin#Carmelitas Descalzas#el profesor Carlos Mata Induráin ofreció la ponencia «Santa Teresa de Jesús como personaje de ficción en la narrativa española (siglos XX-XX#en la que intervinieron los escritores Jesús Sánchez Adalid#Espido Freire#Esther Borrego#Fermín Labarga#IEMYRhd#Ignacio Arellano#Javier San José Lera#Jesús Sánchez Adalid#Juan Manuel de Prada#moderó una mesa redonda «Teresa de Jesús en la novela contemporánea»#Mujeres escritoras#Por su parte#Proyecto CARMEL-LIT#Santa Teresa de Ávila#Santa Teresa de Jesús#Teresa de Ávila#Teresa de Jesús#Universidad Complutense de Madrid#Universidad de Salamanca
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Teresa de Jesús: espíritu y letra de un legado. Congreso Internacional
Congreso Internacional
Asistencia abierta hasta completar aforo. La visita a la exposición y la asistencia al espectáculo del viernes 24 de marzo requieren una entrada, que se debe solicitar de forma presencial a los coordinadores del Congreso
PROGRAMA DEL CONGRESO
Jueves 23 marzo de 2023 · Salamanca
Edificio histórico de la Universidad de Salamanca · Aula Francisco de Salinas ·
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Werkzeitung Ilseder Hütte Hefte 17-24 Die Werkzeitschriften der Ilseder Hütte und dazu im folgenden jeweils das Titelbild sowie die letzte Seite der jeweiligen Ausgabe mit ausführlichen Erklärungen zu den Fotos. Den Link zur Ilseder Hütte und den Werkzeitschriften findet Ihr über den Link im Profil. #IlsederHütte #PeinerLand #LandkreisPeine #SchorschiDK #GroßIlsede #Ilsede #Oberhausen #Herne #Schachtanlage #Hüttenwerke #Stahlkonstruktion #Rheinland #Thomasstahlwerk #Bülten #Dörnten #Lengede #Erzbergmann #Jubilare #Kirmes #Hochofenabstich (hier: Ilseder Hütte) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbNxYuFq3r2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#ilsederhütte#peinerland#landkreispeine#schorschidk#großilsede#ilsede#oberhausen#herne#schachtanlage#hüttenwerke#stahlkonstruktion#rheinland#thomasstahlwerk#bülten#dörnten#lengede#erzbergmann#jubilare#kirmes#hochofenabstich
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Chapter 2: Obi-Wan's Life is So Fucking Over
#ventrobi#star wars fic#it rains diamonds on jubilar#lil update for you all! the next chapter will be substantially longer and also our duo will finally meet up
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Propaganda y lore guatemalteca!
Nuestro país es chistosón :')
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Uno de los alcaldes ha salido vestido de iron-man mientras lo cargaba una grúa, el mismo tipo aún siendo alcalde también se metió a un ring de lucha y salió a los 2 golpes por que no aguantó, y también cuando empezó el covid mandó gente vestida con trajes blancos de cuerpo completo a limpiar las calles con unas mochilonas con mangueras mientras ponían el tema de ghostbusters en el fondo. Hay un canal de youtube que se dedicó a recopilar toda esa info.
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Pollo Campero intentó crear un anime por alguna razón (?) Le echaron ganas, no se los voy a negar, por que hicieron juguetes, ilustraciones para tarjeta de carga telefónica, mercancía, VHS's, incluso ponían audios de los personajes del anime en el restaurante. Querían hacer a los personajes sus mascotas, pero si ven el anime sabrán por qué no se dio x'd Lo más gracioso es que hay si mucho 5 fanarts del anime en internet y 3 son yaoi.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TeE5YQeemY&ab_channel=ricathenaplus
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Esta era nuestra alarma de terremotos en 1902: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EiEHikk65xA&ab_channel=UrurguayBallMapping%F0%9F%87%BA%F0%9F%87%BE%23saveukraine
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Existe la costumbre de coquear diablos en cierta epoca del año. Literal unos tipos se visten de diablo y tienen derecho de pedirle dinero a la gente en la calle, si la gente no les da dinero, entonces los diablos los agarran a golpes. Cualquiera puede ir de diablo, solo necesitas vestirte. El chiste es ser rápido e intentar "coquear", golpear o molestar, a los diablos y huir rápido para que no te atrapen.
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Hay una moneda de 10 centavos que se volvió de colección por que el tipo que diseñó las monedas en los 40 dejó en esta su firma: Una copa de vino y una botella. Ya que al tipo le llamaban "copita." (Perdón no me acuerdo su nombre real :'u) Pero lo hizo por que se iba a jubilar y quería dejar su marca. El banco se dio cuenta de la copa en el diseño demasiado tarde, cuando ya habían sacado la nueva moneda. Así que fueron recolectando la moneda poco a poco y reemplazándola en silencio con una versión sin la copa.
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Si no les importa nada de lo que escribí arriba entonces lo único que me queda por hacer es apelar a l@s fans de Oscar Isaac. El señor Isaac es guatemalteco, ha estado colocando guiños de la cultura en Moon Knight, y quiere mucho a su país. Usa la falda de corte típico, se ve que quiere mantener esa conexión con la cultura, y también tiene un videito donde canta lo que sería casi nuestro segundo himno nacional: Luna de Xelajú.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwtwN6gqwUA&ab_channel=GabyMoreno
Es un montón, pero agradezco la dedicación
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así estoy mirando todo mientras gasto en boludeces, con cómo está el mundo mirá si me voy a poner a ahorrar viejo, seguramente ni me pueda jubilar por BPS porque va a desaparecer para cuando sea 2076 y esté el hijo de Bauti Gil como presidente
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I have only just now learned “jubilar” means “to retire” in Spanish o_o
I use “jubilart” as a pun on jubilant and art
Perhaps I should reconsider Jfjdj
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