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Shitpost Astarion and Teresta
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Come and join us as we celebrate Sta. Teresita Parish's 27th Founding Anniversary! On July 3 to July 11, there will be Novena Masses in honor of Sts. Louis and Zelie Martin at 5:30PM with the life testimonies of married young couples. On July 6, the Music Ministry will be holding a Liturgical Concert with a theme "Dambana ng Panginoon: Pag-Ibig at Paglilngkod" after the 6PM Mass. Concert ticket is sold at P100 only. On July 12, the Feast of Sts. Louis and Zelie Martin and the 27th Founding Anniversary of Sta. Teresta Parish will be graced thru a Eucharistic Celebration at 6PM. The blessing of Sts. Louis and Zelie Martin Hall and dinner will follow. 27 years with Christ and Community! We look back and glorify God for what we have achieved as a church! Save the dates and we hope to see you in our celebration! https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzedwpxh2PlqimaB6CFBBMjw7A-1Bk2GVQ9nrU0/?igshid=f5fu1s036ct7
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KGT/07680/LH (For Rent - Sewa) Rumah Metland Menteng Cluster Teresta Ujung Menteng, Cakung, Jakarta Timur
KGT/07680/LH (For Rent – Sewa) Rumah Metland Menteng Cluster Teresta Ujung Menteng, Cakung, Jakarta Timur
KGT/07680/LH
For Rent – Sewa
Rumah Metland Menteng Cluster Teresta Ujung Menteng, Cakung, Jakarta Timur
Harga Rp 40,000,000 (Sewa/Tahun)
Alamat Metland Menteng Cluster Teresta Ujung Menteng, Cakung, Jakarta Timur
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Luas Tanah 96 m2
Dimensi 6×16
Luas Bangunan 78…
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Di bulan April 2016, saya menerima kartu kredit UOB baru. Sejak menerima, kartu kredit tersebut tidak pernah diaktifkan. Namun sejak kartu kredit diterima, beberapa bulan kemudian saya menerima SMS dari UOB bahwa terdapat tagihan sebesar xxx yang harus saya bayarkan. Di bulan berikutnya saya menerima lagi SMS dari UOB bahwa terdapat tagihan yang harus saya bayarkan, dan begitu seterusnya.
Tagihan tersebut tidak pernah sama nominalnya, bisa lebih kecil atau lebih besar dari bulan sebelumnya. Kemudian saya komplain ke Customer Service UOB. Setelah dicek, kartu kredit saya dinyatakan masih belum aktif dan tidak ada tagihan sama sekali. Kartu kredit atas nama saya hanya ada satu kartu. Sehingga, Customer Service UOB tersebut menyarankan untuk mengabaikan tagihan yang ada.
Namun setelah itu, SMS tagihan masih terus muncul dan saya pun komplain kedua kalinya. UOB bilang akan melakukan investigasi terlebih dahulu. Pada saat itu, saya sudah informasikan bahwa, hal ini terjadi karena masalah data nomor handphone saya tercatat didata kartu kredit nasabah lain.
Hal ini dapat dibuktikan bahwa, kartu kredit saya tidak pernah aktif dan saya tidak pernah menerima tagihan melalui surat secara resmi. Hanya info tagihan melalui nomor handphone. Tagihan tersebut selalu berbeda nominalnya, artinya nasabah yang berhak atas tagihan tersebut telah membayarkan tagihannya, jika tidak maka SMS tagihan yang saya terima akan bertambah besar nominalnya karena tidak pernah saya bayarkan.
Sehingga dari sana, kesimpulannya adalah data nomor handphone saya tercatat didata nasabah lain. Setelah diinvestigasi, saya hanya disuruh abaikan lagi, atau menutup kartu kredit saya yang belum pernah saya aktifkan, agar data diri saya terhapus dari sistem UOB. Saya memilih untuk menutup kartu kredit saya dengan harapan kedepannya data saya terhapus otomatis.
Namun kenyataannya hingga bulan Desember 2017, saya masih menerima SMS tagihan dari UOB. Apakah Bank sebesar UOB tidak mampu mengelola data nasabah dengan baik, sehingga harus nasabah lain dirugikan ?
*Tayang tanggal 22 Desember 2017
Bernatd Bernadus
Metland Menteng Cluster Teresta Blok H No.10, Jakarta Timur
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tereastet
n. a small sweet fish with a red dark brown coat, native to Central and South America.
Genus Physicalis, family Leguminosae: several species, in particular the common S. cinerea.
Middle English: from Old French tereste, from Latin teresta ‘terest, terrace’, from teres ‘terrier’.
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Teresta is good at testing Astarion's patience.
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A bit of sport for dinner.
[Astarion x Teresta(my drow pc)]
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Lae'zel suplexing Teresta(my drow pc).
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Teresta and Astarion getting to 'know' one another.
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"I'm with you through everything."
[Astarion x Teresta, my drow pc]
#astarion#astarion x tav#hands#bg3#baldur's gate 3#))my thoughts are haunted by these two even in my sleep#drow pc#bg3 tav#teresta
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Astarion flirting with his bf. Teresta is easily flustered by him.
#astarion#teresta#astarion/tav#bg3#baldur's gate 3#astarion x mc#astarion x tav#drow oc#baldurs gate oc#bg3 oc
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Just You
Pairing: Astarion x Teresta [my drow pc]
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Summary:
There's a distance in his eyes whenever they're together sexually. It dampens moods and Teresta just wants Astarion to be comfortable.
[AO3 Link]
"We don't have to do this." Teresta grips the linen of Astarion's shirt, using it to gently push him away. He frowns. The ends of his mouth deep, marring his features near a scowl. "You don't want to. And I don't want you to do something you're uncomfortable with."
Astarion's hands find the ground on either side of Teresta's waist. He frowns in return. That wary look sits in his eyes, shining, watching him. It fades into the practiced facade. A curling smile that doesn't reach his eyes. The dirt moves under his palms when he pushes to sit back on his heels. His arms cross.
"Here it sounds like you don't want me."
Teresta lets go of Astarion's shirt and leans back with his hands behind him. Eyes falling shut, he sighs heavily. "Far from it. I'd have thought that was evident since you first bit me."
He shakes his head before looking at the vampire again. He can see the curling smile fading into something almost defensive.
"We've been through a lot already. I enjoy your company. And as much as I crave you, crave this." Teresta gestures to their half dressed states. "I would rather you be excited to do it, instead of missing. You've always been… not here entirely, since the first time. I want you to only do what you want. I'm not stupid, Astarion."
Astarion is silent for a long moment. Then another. His hands grasp at air for something. They settle on his legs, tight and gripping the leather across his thigh. Red searches across the words, across his face, looking for anything, deception maybe.
It wouldn't be a surprise if that was the case after learning what he'd been through. The torment of two hundred years was hard to wipe away in only a few months. And with Cazador still ahead and the tadpoles to deal with… Teresta wanted to help Astarion, not hurt him further.
"You really mean that," Astarion speaks, his voice softer than a whisper. "Don't you?"
Teresta starts to reach with his hand towards Astarion's face, stopping, fingers curling into his palm as he thinks better of it. His hand merely sits in the air between them before Astarion wraps his own fingers around it. Both hands squeeze Teresta's one. "I’ve never lied to you. I’m not about to start.”
Squeezing Astarion’s hands back, Teresta sits himself up, pulling his legs from beneath Astarion and crossing them together. He watches their hands. Trails along the veins going up pale arms. Subtle scars in skin from years of use and abuse. His own hands had plenty to match even with no memories to claim them.
“If you don’t want this, that’s fine. I just…” Teresta fills the silence between them. A thick feeling in the air that reminds him too much of the headaches he wakes up with each day. “You mean more..I want you. Not…” He fumbles with the words. What could he say really? It had grown past merely lust ages ago, but he hadn’t wanted to press it, hadn’t thought that it would come up really. Not until tonight. Not until Astarion looked far away when their eyes were meeting. A distance that only seemed to pervade during each of these encounters.
Through the words and the silence, Astarion remains quiet. Motionless save for the twitch of his thumb across Teresta’s palm.
An ache crawls into Teresta’s chest. Heavy, frigid. Air refuses to come in with it sitting there. “What do you want?” Words a whisper. Eyes remain on their hands, refusing to accept what would assuredly be a denial. He’d never been good with words, never been good at this feeling thing… But Astarion was… Well, he was Astarion.
“Me? What do any of us want,” Astarion lets his hands fall to the wayside, coming to a rest beside his body. He doesn’t look at Teresta, instead looks back off towards the dim light of the camp. “I just… I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what I want.”
Moving back off his legs, Astarion sits on the ground fully. Hands in his lap, he taps his thumbs over one another. “I know I don’t want to be looked at in term of sex… Not by you. Not by anyone.”
Teresta takes in a cautious breath. He presses his hands into the dirt, trying to ground himself back to the present, to the conversation; trying not to give in to a stupid panic that he hadn’t had in over forty years. “How do you want me to see you?”
Their eyes meet. Scouring of expressions, looking for the thoughts of the other.
“As a person? Would that be so much to ask?”
The questions sit there between them. The trees hold their breath as the dark waits for a reply.
Teresta starts to say something, tries to. His mouth hangs there. The words don’t come out, won’t come out, refuse to be spoken. So he says nothing, instead opening his mind to Astarion.
There’s a lingering hesitation before their minds merge. Astarion frowns, feeling everything and seeing it from the drow’s view. Warmth. The small smiles from snide comments. An overwhelming urge to… hold his hand?
The link breaks.
Teresta is looking to the trees. The woods look back in anticipation.
“Teresta.” Spoken softly, gentle as a breeze. A hand reaching out, leaned forward and grabbing his hand. A squeeze to bring his attention back.
Astarion smiles and it’s warm, surprised. A dancing kind of excitement sits behind his eyes. Almost childish. “You are just full of surprise aren’t you?”
Squeezing his hand back, Teresta smiles back.
“Honestly, I have no idea what we’re doing. Or what comes next.” Astarion leans in, brows furrowed, expression the softest its ever been. “But I know that this. What you shared. What we share. This is nice.”
The air seems to come back all at once. The wind rustles past. Branches creak overhead. It feels lighter, if only for the moment.
“We take this at your pace.” Teresta leans further forward. He presses his forehead to Astarion’s. “I’m just glad to be a part of… well, whatever this is. Wherever it goes.”
"As am I, Darling. As am I."
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The Second Taste
Summary:
A little 'talk' about avoiding.
Pairing: Astarion/Teresta [my drow pc]
[ao3 link]
Teresta watches the fire. The burning embers that wisp upwards with the night's chill breeze. It hurts his eyes, though less than the days he'd slowly been forced to be getting accustomed to. Leaning back with his hands behind him on his bedroll, he lets his eyes slide shut.
These last days as they'd been dealing with goblins and looking for answers on a trail that lead to only dead ends were tiring. Now there was only forward, but before that was waiting a few days for others to settle things in the Grove. There was plenty to continue searching in the day among the hamlets and nearby caves. It left little for the nights however.
The night should be when Teresta rested. Should being the key word. Yet he could not. The air was too… clear above ground. The shadows not deep enough. Most of all that kept him from sleep however was the eyes he could feel tracing him.
Astarion had done that since he'd tasted the Drow's blood. Teresta remembered it vividly. The way his thin pale fingers gripped him, hard and harder as he drank. The feel of his ice teeth. Most of all, the way his own breath caught. His own heart hammered. The same way he could feel so now.
Teresta opens his eyes. He couldn't be more glad for his back being to Astarion. His face felt hot and it certainly wasn't the fire.
"What to do," Teresta murmurs to himself, to whatever beings might be listening. So caught in his own thoughts, he hadn't expected it to be the man of them.
"I could think of a few things." Astarion's words run like silk, soft and feathery in their whisper near his ear. "But I'm sure you have your own ideas."
Teresta suppresses the gasp that wants to come out, exhaling heavily instead, and leaning away from the sudden invasion. Not wholly unwelcome as it may be. He swallows. Pale eyes follow Astarion's languid movements where he settles beside him. Legs are crossed with his knee pressing against Teresta's thigh. It makes the skin beneath his trouser buzz.
"Nothing to say? You're oh so talkative with the rest of our little band," Astarion leans into Teresta's space, so close the breath ghosts across his face. "Those words leave your pretty little lips the moment it's just me. Now, I wonder why. Hm?"
Teresta can feel his face darkening. The rest of the camp had retired for the night leaving them alone by the fire. There was no one for him to retreat to. No tent for him to retreat to. Especially not when he made the habit of sleeping by the fireside. And it wasn't like he avoided Astarion… As long as others were around. It…
Clearing his throat, Teresta leans slightly back from Astarion. "You're seeing things in your own little delusions. …I speak with you just fine when we're alone."
Pale fingers run across his knee. He shivers.
"Then perhaps now can be the ' maybe later '," Astarion leans into the small amount of space Teresta had put between them. The smirk on his lips turns into a grin the moment he hears breath catch.
It had been a passing query. Seemed more like a jest than serious, asking if he'd want 'another nibble'. Of course, he wasn't against the idea. But the principle of just letting it happen was… Teresta lets out a hard breath. He can feel the thrum of his heart in his throat. Too fast for nothing happening, yet.
"You assume much of me."
"And you assume I can't read those looks of yours, Darling," Astarion is so close now. It would be so easy to kiss him from this distance.
"You're maddening."
Whatever Astarion had been about to say is abruptly cut off. Lips press together, a hand reaches his shoulder to pull and Teresta is leaning forward. His lips are warmer than expected, moist perhaps from a recent kill. It doesn't really matter.
What matters is the way Astarion's moving into his lap. The way his hands are running up his shoulders. Cold thumbs brushing the sides of his neck. The drow grips the vampire's shirt. The softness of the leather runs against his fingertips where he pulls the man closer.
The first kiss turns into many. Heated and rough running into slow and languid motions. A pull apart leaves Teresta gasping. His lungs burn pleasantly. How long had it been since he'd kissed someone… Years. He'd missed this. Short lived as this was sure to be, he would enjoy this while he could.
"Am I to assume this as a yes?" Astarion's playful little smirk sits on his pretty little mouth. The tips of his fangs peek out between them.
Teresta swallows the hummingbird heart down. It would be hard to deny that he enjoyed it were he to allow such a thing. And it wasn't that he didn't want it again. No, not at all. The trepidation came from how much he did want it. Wanted it so badly, wanted this man so badly, that it made him feel the fool.
Instead of responding, Teresta moves his own hand. He grabs one of Astarion's hands. Fingers light, he guides it to the back of his neck, forces the fingers closed into his hair. His cheeks darken again. Eyes averted. His head tilts back to show the vulnerable throat, offering it to this predator.
The sharp inhale is the only warning. Those fingers tighten painfully in his hair, pulling his head taut. Ice digs into his throat. A cold pinch that forces a shiver down his spine. Astarion moans into his neck. His arm wraps around his back, pulling him close, chest to chest.
Teresta takes a ragged breath. He grabs Astarion where he can reach. A hand on his arm, gripping his sleeve, the other at his hip where it just rests there. A numbness floats with the pounding of blood. The shared beating, a heart -his own-, that rushes between them. It shouldn't be so invigorating.
Perhaps he'd just been without touch for so long that this felt so divine. What he did know is that he liked the way Astarion felt against him. The way their chests pressed. Liked the way Astarion gripped him as though his life depended on it. Hands so tight it hurt. Teresta bites his lip, refusing to make a sound. Refuses to acknowledge the way his thighs rub together.
Astarion is able to pull himself off this time with just a little coaxing. "Delicious." Panting, he licks his teeth. Blood is running down the side of his mouth. Teresta can only care to imagine what his throat looks like.
Grabbing Astarion's head, Teresta pulls him close again. His own head swims. Licking his own blood up the side of the vampire's mouth is met with a gentle growl. He can feel the rumble against his chest. The hand in his hair tightens again, Astarion's other grabs his throat and jaw.
His mouth is claimed in the next moment. Aggressively met with tongue and teeth. Iron invades his senses already so overwhelmed by this elf. This vampire. This… Teresta lets his head go blank. He's another panting mess when Astarion pulls away.
"Is this enough… to say I am not avoiding you," Teresta watches those red eyes. The bright preternatural shine behind them. The pleased expression he can feel in all of Astarion.
Astarion tilts Teresta's head, and he allows it with his head pulled back once more. Lips brushing over the wounds, his wet tongue runs across the blood running down the drow's flesh. A shiver. He brushes his nose along his ear. His words are low, a whisper, a hint of a promise, "Maybe I'll consider it so. But another bite would really prove it."
Teresta clears his throat and looks awry. His hands find the ground to support himself again. "I'll… consider it."
Astarion leans back on his heels, looking rather pleased with himself. Teresta can't help glancing at him. The weight against his thighs is pleasant. Then it's gone.
"Get some sleep, oh illustrious leader. We've a long day ahead tomorrow." Back to the teasing as usual.
Teresta watches Astarion stalk off to the forest. The trees take away his form before the shadows do. It leaves him with nothing to watch, so he falls into his bedroll. His body is thrumming, excited, despite the bloodloss. He should be more careful lest he becomes the prey.
It is hard to deny that it is a tantalizing prospect nonetheless.
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My Baldur's Gate 3 character Teresta.
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