Pode parecer sátira mas muito sinceramente, não é.
Eu deixei de discutir e entrar em picaria de bola com os Sportinguistas porque embora respeite muito o Sporting CP eu não os vejo como rivais, e acho que esta atitude devia ser adotada por todos os Benfiquistas.
Basta fazer uma análise a indicadores como... infraestrutura, número de socios e principalmente numero de titulos para ver que o Sporting está a anos luz do Benfica, não rivaliza conosco, é um facto, até temos mais vitórias sobre eles em Alvalade.
Dito isto a minha mensagem aos Benfiquistas é que adotem esta postura na vossa vida e levem esta mensagem a todos os benfiquistas com quem tenham contacto, todos têm de perder esta falsa óptica que o Sporting é nosso rival.

Este acontecimento que vou relatar ocorreu no inicio deste ano.
Sexta-feira, princípio de noite. Acabo de abandonar o meu posto de trabalho situado num parque empresarial no Distrito de Lisboa. Aguardo pelo autocarro que costumo apanhar sempre àquela hora. A empresa de transporte rodoviário que atua naquela zona raramente cumpre os horários estipulados. Ainda assim, nesse dia tive sorte e o autocarro atrasou-se apenas 10 minutos. Entro no autocarro e percebo alguma apreensão no olhar do condutor. Valido o passe, começo a caminhar em direção a um assento vazio quando ouço a voz tímida do motorista a perguntar-me:
"Peço desculpa incomodar, será que me pode indicar o caminho?"
Antes que eu pudesse processar o que tinha acabado de acontecer, o motorista fez questão de explicar-me o porquê do seu pedido.
Diz-me ele: " Sabe, hoje é o primeiro dia que eu faço este trajeto, e como já me enganei duas vezes ficaria grato se me pudesse ajudar."
E digo eu: " Se calhar é melhor usar um GPS."
Responde ele: " Já tentei mas desconcentra-me muito! Fico demasiado focado no GPS e depois não consigo identificar as paragens"
Era Sexta-feira, queria chegar rápido a casa e como tal fiquei ao lado dele a indicar-lhe o caminho.
Chegamos à paragem onde eu costumo sair e digo-lhe: " Vou sair aqui, se calhar é melhor pedir ajuda a outro passageiro para lhe indicar o caminho até à estação da CP. ( A estação da CP era a última paragem )
Nisto diz-me ele: " Está bem, mas já agora pode só guardar-me aqui o volante enquanto vou ali rápido fazer um xixi?"
Não me perguntem porquê mas eu respondi: "Está bem, vá lá rápido." Com o motor ligado, o motorista abandona o autocarro e caminha em direção a um bairro nas redondezas. Digo eu aos passageiros: "O motorista vem já, foi só ali aliviar-se" Notei alguma desconfiança nas pessoas mas acreditei que a coisa ficasse resolvida sem grandes problemas
Passam 5 minutos, passam 10, e diz um passageiro:" Se o homem não vem você é que tem que levar o autocarro !" Mal sabia aquele senhor que nem carta de ligeiros eu tenho.
Passam 15 minutos e o condutor não aparece. Saio do autocarro à procura do motorista e eis que o vejo a aproximar-se...À medida que ele se aproxima noto um pormenor, o senhor vem descalço apenas com as meias vestidas. "Fui assaltado" diz ele "Levaram-me os ténis".
Contou-me o motorista que entrou num beco para urinar e apareceram 3 indivíduos que não lhe deram possibilidade de fugir. Levaram a única coisa de valor que ele tinha, os ténis novinhos em folha. Posso garantir que vivo naquela zona desde que nasci e nunca fui assaltado.
A verdade é que ele decidiu não chamar a Polícia porque depois daquele dia de cão ele só queria chegar rápido a casa.
Entrámos no autocarro perante o olhar incrédulo dos passageiros e nesse momento eu decidi que ia acompanhá-lo até à estação. O senhor conduziu o autocarro descalço o resto do percurso! Bom, na verdade, quando digo o "resto" do percurso, estou-me a referir ao resto do percurso até o autocarro ter ficado sem gasóleo! Perto da estação o autocarro ficou sem gasóleo.
Apesar da fome e do cansaço, ainda fiz companhia ao motorista até chegar a carrinha de assistência. Nesse tempo de espera o senhor confessou-me estar com receio de ser visto pelos funcionários da assistência apenas com as meias pois conduzir o autocarro descalço é contra as regras.
Comecei a pensar que a minha missão naquela noite era mesmo ajudar aquele senhor azarado e perguntei-lhe: " Quanto é que você calça? "
"Calço o 43" respondeu ele.
Tendo em conta que o meu número é o 44 descalcei-me e emprestei-lhe os meus ténis.
"Então e você fica descalço?" Perguntou-me ele
Eu respondi: "Não se preocupe, eu vou de Uber para casa".
Trocámos o contacto telefónico e uns dias mais tarde ele devolveu-me os ténis.
Gostaria também de realçar que o motorista da Uber que me levou até casa ao ver-me a entrar descalço para dentro do veículo não teve papas na língua e disse-me:" Não sei se o posso deixar viajar descalço dentro do carro "
E digo-lhe eu: "Sabe, é que fui assaltado, roubaram-me os ténis novinhos em folha."
O motorista da Uber ficou sensibilizado e deixou-me em casa.
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nota: Todas as minhas históricas são verídicas. Grato por lerem

Hi everyone! I've been planning a trip to Japan for a while now, and I am happy to say that I will be going in about a week! Below is my itinerary, I'd appreciate it if anyone had any critiques and/or recommendations, as well as any things that I may have missed. I didn't plan out every day to the dot; I'd rather go around and explore and find new things.
I've got a few questions, as well:

• Does anyone know any nice seaside-view resturants in Odaiba?
• I missed the reservation for Kichi Kichi Omurice; is there any way I can still go?
• Am I able to cover up my tattoos and go into an onsen?
• How badly does it rain in June? Will it seriously affect my experience?

Itinerary:
Day 1: Thursday, June 8 (Shin-Okubo, Shibuya)
- Arrive at HND
- Pick up luggage
- Tokyo Monorail to Hamamatsucho, then Yamanote line to Shin-Okubo station to hotel
- Arrive at hotel, explore area for the night, dinner at Ichiran
- Mannenyu Onsen
Day 2: Friday, June 9 (Harajuku, Shinjuku)
- Meiji Jingu Shrine
- Yoyogi Park
- Harajuku Takeshita
- Crepes, Maccha House, Sweets
- Lunch: Gyukausu Motomura
- Shinjuku Gyoen Park
- Tokyo Metropolitan Building (views)
- Shinjuku Takashimaya Times Square (shopping)
- Uniqlo/Bicqlo
- Dinner: Ramen Nagi, Himawari Zushi Shintoshin, Curry (?)
Day 3: Saturday, June 10 (Roppongi, Shibuya)
- Creme de la creme
- Yelo
- Roppongi Hills
- Mori Art Museum
- Tokyo Midtown
- Lunch: Maguro to Shari
- Shibuya Crossing
- Shibuya Scramble Square (shopping)
- Shibuya Sky
- Dinner: Ginza Steak Shibuya 6:30 PM
Day 4: Sunday, June 11 (Toyosu, Odaiba)
- Teamlab Planets 9-9:30am
- Miraikan Museum
- Aqua City
- Diver City
- Symbol Promenade Park Hydrangea Stairs
Day 5: Monday, June 12 (Asakusa, Akihabara)
- Asakusa 7 am
Day 6: Tuesday, June 13 (Tsukiji, Nihonbashi, Ginza)
- Tsukiji Fish Market at 7 am
- Tsujihan
- Nihonbashi Takashimaya S.C.
- Uniqlo Ginza
- Ginza Art Aquarium
Day 7: Wednesday, June 14 (Free)
- Dinner: Sushi Tokyo Ten Roppongi 5:30 PM
Day 8: Thursday, June 15 (Tokyo -> Kyoto)
Day 9: Friday, June 16 (Gion, Downtown)
- Ramen Sen No Kaze
- 4 pm nishiki market
Day 10: Saturday, June 17 (Fushimi Inari, Kiyomizu-Dera)
Day 11: Sunday, June 18 (Arashiyama, Downtown)
- Arashiyama bamboo grove
- Arashiyama monkey park
- Tenryu-ji Temple
- taxi to Tenzan-no-yu Onsen
Day 12: Monday, June 19 (Kyoto -> Osaka)
- Yasaka Shrine
- Dotombori
Day 13: Tuesday, June 20 (Downtown, Dotonbori)
- Osaka Castle (?)
- Grand Front Mall
- Umeda Sky Building
Day 14: Wednesday, June 21 (Hiroshima, Miyajima)
- Atomic Bomb Dome
- Okonomimura
- Itsukushima Shrine
- Mt. Misen
- Miyajima Oysters!!!
Day 15: Thursday, June 22 (Osaka -> HND)
P.S. I will be using the 7-day JR pass for this trip, activating it on June 15 for when I leave to Kyoto. I was stupid and forgot that I'm actually leaving Osaka on the 8th day, so I'm unable to use my JR pass on the way back to Tokyo. It's fine, I'll just buy a one-way shinkansen pass.

Conheci uma garota pela net, nos damos bem logo de cara e nos falavamos 24h por dia, era muita coisa em comum, idade, senso de humor e gostos pessoais. Energia bateu de cara (sempre a mesma história, clãkkkk) eu ja namorava, mas a relação que eu tinha com a menina da net (vou a chamar de Kelly) era só amizade mesmo, nada além, amava muito minha namorada, mas no final do ano seguinte terminamos por outros problemas.
eu falava sobre tudo com a kelly, o que era estranho pra mim pq nunca me abri com ninguém, acho que o que facilitou foi o fato dela morar muito longe, enfim. o tempo foi passando e eu senti que ela tava se distanciando, então fiz o possível pra fazê-la ficar, dar mais atenção e etc, mas não tava funcionando. Nos conhecemos em 2019, 2019 foi perfeito, 2020 também (ano que me apaixonei por ela, mas não demonstrei nada pra n prejudicar a amizade) mas ja no finalzinho de 2020 eu senti uma mudança bem de leve, que foi se intensificando mais e mais, ela demorava pra responder, quando respondia era uma coisa nada a ver com as mensagens que eu enviava, me ignorava e depois voltava como se nada tivesse acontecido, mas de tempos em tempos ela mandava um textao dizendo que me amava e pedia desculpas pela ausência e dizia que ia mudar, mas era de boa, ja que a gente sempre teve amizade, não era webnamoro nem nada, nunca esperei mais que amizade, no máximo um flerte na zoeira. Ela não agia de forma constante, eram picos, parecia outro personagem, uma hora eu falava com a kelly de 2019 super atenciosa, fofa e engraçada, mas depois falava com uma menina indiferente.
Com o passar do tempo ela tava ficando mais tempo com o personagem da kelly indiferente do que com a kelly de 2019, a frequência da alternância só ia diminuindo. enfim, no final de 2021 chegou em um ponto onde eu abri o jogo e perguntei se ela tava passando por algum problema e que eu não tava curtindo muito a situação, tava bem chato e cansativo, e mais uma vez ela se desculpou e disse que ia tentar mudar e realmente mudava, durante um tempo e logo em seguida tudo se repetia.
Em 2022 tinhamos uma relação muito diferente de quando a gente se conheceu, mas ainda sim nos falavamos diariamente, sempre a mesma coisa, às vezes a Kelly de 2019 e depois a kelly indiferente, onde não era nem considerado uma conversa mesmo, de vez em quando parecia que só me respondia por educação, aí comecei a deixar pra lá, deixei de dar a mesma atenção de antes, nessas horas ela voltava e dizia que tava com saudades, eu não era idiota ao ponto de nao perceber que eu era meio que o massagista pessoal do ego dela, pq não querendo me achar nem nada, mas eu me considero uma pessoa muito atenciosa, o que sempre me confundia e o que me impediu de tentar pular fora antes, é que às vezes ela era muito fofa, falava coisas bonitas, textos que demonstravam realmente me conhecer, coisa que ninguém nunca fez por mim. eu ficava bastante confuso então em junho de 2022 abri o jogo de novo e perguntei se ela queria dar um tempo na amizade, tipo, se afastar um pouco, ter tempo pra ela e eu pra mim e que eu realmente achava muito desgastante a situação e por mim tudo bem se ela quisesse se afastar um pouco, e que eu pararia de mandar mensagens e etc. ela se desculpou por eu me sentir assim e mandou um textao dizendo que eu era a última pessoa que ela iria querer se afastar e etc. depois agradeceu por eu ter falado pq é importante sempre conversar sobre os problemas etc. Seguimos, mas novamente voltou a ficar estranho. enfim, no final de 2022 eu parei pra pensar se eu realmente ainda gostava dela ou gostava só das lembranças boas que tenho com ela e que isso que não me deixava seguir em frente, desde então tomei uma boa distância, nos falamos no máximo 3 vezes por semana e não é nem conversa, troca de mensagens aleatórias mesmo, e eu não inicio mais as conversas e não falo sobre meus problemas ou coisas um pouco mais pessoais, ela percebeu que eu me afastei mas não toca diretamente na ferida, mas diz que ta com saudades, eu só digo que também e não me aprofundo, ja apaguei o número dela, o que me impede de mandar mensagens pra ela a não ser que ela me mande primeiro.
Sinto que seria melhor se parassemos de se falar. eu gostava muito dela, então era meio que impossível eu tentar pular fora antes, mas foi ficando cada vez mais fácil conforme eu via as atitudes dela. é injusto dar o máximo pelo mínimo de alguém. Esse ano ela começou a namorar, assim que vi a foto da notícia doeu um pouco, mas logo em seguida me senti "livre", não sei se ja se sentiram assim, eu sei que isso ajudou a facilitar o processo de "desapego". já pensei várias vezes se eu tô exagerando com tudo isso, criando tempestade em copo d'água com o fato de querer cortar relações com ela, também não acho que ela começou a se afastar pq percebeu que eu tava gostando dela, eu realmente nunca deixei transparecer, era relação de "broder" mesmo, a gente se zoava, fazíamos planos malucos e coisas do tipo, e mesmo assim, se fosse isso, pq ela continuava falando comigo, nunca deixou eu me afastar, sempre dizia que me amava, mandava coisas fofas e até flertes? sei lá. acham que eu tô exagerando com tudo isso?
acho que falei tudo, mas não sei se consegui passar a visão completa de tudo pra vocês.

Está historia me está pasando en este precisó momento, mi relación de 7 meses se terminó el 20 de marzo del 2023, y no facil, dolió mucho, pero creo que lo que más me dolió fue el echo de que el consiguió pareja a las 2 semanas, ¿Cómo se puede hacer eso? ¿Cómo remplazas a alguien? ¿Como olvidas a una persona tan rápido?, Decidí dejarlo en paz. Al poco tiempo llego alguien más a mi vida, (no quiero decir su nombre así que vamos a llamarle "Axel") desde que empezamos a hablar yo sabía que le gustaba, pero decidi fingir que no sabía, aproveche que mi ex veía mis historias para empezar a subir fotos con Axel, admito que lo hice solo para vengarme, quería que mi ex sintiera lo que el me hizo sentir, pero, me di cuenta que a mi ex no le importaba, ahí supe que lo que estaba haciendo no valía la pena. Jugué con los sentimientos de Axel, lo admito, solo estuve con el para vengarme de mi ex, Lo que más me dolió fue que a mí no me importa en lo absoluto lartimar a Axel, y me puse a razonar, y por primera vez me sentí como mi ex, supe lo que se sentía no sentir nada, lo que es lastimar a alguien y que no te importe. No pude más con la culpa y le dije la verdad a Axel, creo que realmente lo lastime bastante, jugué con el, así como alguien más jugo conmigo, antes de despedirme le dije lo mucho que lo sentía y le desee lo mejor.
Esto me enseñó a muchas cosas:
Número uno: No es cierto que un clavo saca a otro clavo
Número dos: Cuando una persona solo juega con otra persona el karma va a llegar
Y Número tres: Si quieres amar a las personas amate a ti primero...
En estos momentos no me odió a mi misma, pero si me culpo, siempre voy a cargar con esa culpa, pero se que el karma algún día me va a joder, lo sé, y me lo merezco. Estaré esperando al Karma el tiempo que sea necesario...

Chicos buenas tardes como están?
Estoy buscando mi primer auto y estoy por llegar a los 3/4k de dolares, la verdad que el auto lo usaría nada más que para ir al laburo (voy solo 2 veces por semana) y para andar por los alrededores de mi casa. Qué autos puede encontrar por esos números.
Desde ya muchas gracias

Aquellos taxistas que trabajan los findes nocturnos recogiendo borrachos, viejas vomitadas, gente violenta, posibles atracadores... Todo bien en casa?
Lo menciono por que me parece muy agreste ese trabajo un fin de semana nocturno, sea taxi, Uber, didi...

Hola, desde hace un tiempo me están hackeando todas las cuentas que tengo y no sé por donde entran, siendo que ya cerré todas las cuentas y cree una cuenta nueva de mail que aún así, lograron hackearme.
no he ingresado esa cuenta en ningún lugar extraño y sin embargo siguen hackeandome... no sé si debería hacer una limpieza de todo... formatear el teléfono, formatear la pc, cambiar el número de teléfono de ser necesario también
AYUDA

Salen muchas asiáticas y todas dicen que son de Francia jajaja.
¿Saben cuál es la estafa? ¿Hasta donde han llegado ustedes?
Yo cuando no les pasó mi número de teléfono me bloquean

Alien-Nation Chapter 168: Now or Never

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Chapter summary: Elias wanders the grounds inspecting everything he can, has a fatheson moment with Larry then sends Vaughn to go try and spring people from jail.
It had been easy for me to see during the speech I'd given roughly how many had already arrived up the narrow pass, and as I stood from inspecting a firing port in a trench, testing whether the old cast iron cannon would roll back far enough on its rails after firing.
I gave it a pass after measuring against a rod. Certainly it was far from the highest of technologies at our disposal, but certainly it would be either lethal, injurious, or at the very least, extremely loud. The gathered mishmashed array of weaponry pointing outward was impressive enough, but the real piece de resistance was the sheer number of railguns we'd had returned to us, frequently carried by a two man team. I signed off on it for final inspection, noting the plug in place over the end, and went to the railgun positioned further down the trench near the intersection.
This was one I recognized. This shared at least something in common to the cannon, insofar as it was far from the latest model at our disposal. I spotted some of my own extremely crude handiwork, a far more rough set of welds performed along the plate's protective, unsanded metal edges. Mister Singer, if he were ever presented with it, may have recognized the shoddy, unstable hand that welded together some of the protective casing. The service flap told me the model without needing to even open it, the household door frame hinges pulled from Verns' stock of spare parts bin, before we implemented something even so basic as refined latches with catch points.
That had to make this a Mk. II. Sentimentality had no place on the front lines. I sucked in a breath at the sight of another old muzzle-loader being carried into the workshop for upgrades, already laid out on the timber worktable and ready for use and sucked in a breath.
I just hoped the earliest design of managing power flow wouldn't give out from the faster firing. Complex but beautifully arrayed piping had given way to simpler, more streamlined designs as we incorporated a greater number of readily available alien parts. Some of which we were supplied an initial batch of in the bag with the blueprints, and then we were told how to work free those same parts from various broken pieces of technology we'd reclaimed off the Shil'vati, or even the freely given away omni-pads. With every iteration we demonstrated a degree of adaptation to using the parts we had available, and each generation marked a leap forward in our own understanding of Shil'vati technology, courtesy of G-Man and his father's handiwork.
The final barrels of the extremely limited run of the second batch we'd paid handsomely for were marked 'present,' too. They had gone the least far afield, with one already slagging itself during the attack on the data center. I frowned at the spreadsheet, as if my impression of it might cause their fate to improve.
The latest blueprints could maintain a decent rate of fire without burning out its power management system located in the welded together case. Or, rather, the barrel gave out first. For the first time, perhaps as a result of being coupled with the magazines and a relatively rapid-fire exchange meant the neosteel barrels we received had finally become the weak point in the design.
It was only after we'd returned to Camp Death that I'd noticed the difference.
The new batch we'd paid dearly for seemed somewhat altered from the first batch we'd been building all the others out of, made from an alloyed material that shone somewhat dimmer under the sun as George and I worked in the shed elbow-to-elbow, though the contrast was not immediately obvious until one held the two against each other. It was slightly thicker, too, all of which to me indicated a change in supply in some manner, but our supplier had hardly announced themselves to Sam.
This was a troubling puzzle to me. I still couldn't be sure it was the new microbatch of barrels alloys being far from equal to the originals we'd finally finished building out? Or was it the expanded magazines and power couplings' ability to fire faster creating an overall volume of fire that overheated the barrel from overuse? Or was the power management design faulty, generating more heat per shot? Were we misusing them?
I measured the barrel of the Mk. II, just to be sure the shelf life of the barrel hadn't come due. So far, inspections of the original batch of barrels had mercifully indicated they'd all been brought back here were in comparatively great shape, with this one being no exception. That lent me some comfort that these new barrels were just not up to the task of heavy, sustained fire. I couldn't know that for certain, and an unreliable weapon was cause for anxiety.
Indeed, there was almost no wear on this version at all, disproving the worst case scenario that these were only good for a certain number of rounds before they'd be worn down to uselessness. Certainly, they'd eventually give out, but it seemed we were still far off from that point.
"Sir?" Asked the gunner, staring at me.
I stared at him, then down at the spreadsheet. "This thing fires three rounds a minute. Do you think that rate of fire is sufficient?"
I could tell he wasn't sure whether a 'no' would have him replaced with someone professing to be more accurate.
"Get it upgraded." I took the white gel pen and scribbled on it- make ready for an upgrade as soon as the final repaired railgun clears the shed. Assigned to casemate #4, Operator... "Call sign?"
"Brut," he answered.
"Brut...with the Umlaut?" He gave a thumbs up and I added them. Costing nothing but a drop of gel ink for a little personalization if it made for a happy gunner was a good investment. "Use it well. Get it upgraded if there's time, keep an eye on the work shed. Once the repairs stop, you can take this to the front of the line, Brüt."
There was no point dismantling all our old ones and creating a backlog while some still needed repairs. I wrote on the hatch Upgrade from Mk. II to Mk. IV. That would give it a magazine and more than triple its firing rate. Anything more than that, I quietly held my doubts for the feasibility of upgrading in a timely manner. The Mark V's took too much time and effort to build their complex power management systems for not enough gain, stuffed too tightly into the protective case to be completed quickly. The Mark VI's tended to overheat their crude fire control circuitry, the consequence of an overcorrection back to simplicity; they could maintain a high fire rate, but were too delicate. The VII's were the ones with the new barrel. Promising, but those barrel faults...I still worried it might have been the power management system.
We'd started considering adding water tanks to help maintain them, but it brought the weight higher than that of a Mk. I, and successfully swapping a boiling hot tank off a delicate, electronically-loaded railgun in combat seemed like a very questionable use of the time. We'd just have to ask the crews manning the railguns to be a bit judicious in our fire, and hope that the flaw was limited to the new little batch of barrels.
How many rounds, exactly, and exactly how fast was yet to be determined; we hadn't conducted the amount of testing a proper military might carry out, but while we had no shortage to man, we also did not have so many as to test dozens until their point of failure, weighing and comparing all their possible conditions.
All this uncertainty kept bouncing around my head. How many troops did we have here? How many rounds for every type of rifle, including the more exotic variants? How reliant on them were we to deal damage, and was it all stored somewhat safely? On the less direct side of things, how many tons of food did we have stored, and was it distributed well? How many thousands of gallons of water could we draw? How many pounds of soap to wash utensils, cups, wounds, and shower with? How many pounds of food over how many men, to last how many days? If it rained, some of these might be alleviated, and yet might kick off a whole host of other issues. There was no way of knowing, no way of taking a perfect stock. But I could estimate.
We had a lot of people. And a lot of guns. And a lot of defenses, and literally countless tons of high explosives, triggered by various means and methods. And we were mad as hell. While exactly how mad was less concrete a figure, I knew this many men away from home could end poorly.
Ultimately, whether it was the fault of the new barrel or the design had finally reached the limitations of its potential rate of fire without causing other issues, I couldn't say for certain. So I had to do my best.
I gave the railgun a clean bill of health to operate if needed, 'priority upgrade,' and noted the rate of fire for the defensive position at 'three a minute.' This one being one of our oldest models, I left it to the operator with my blessings, and made a mental note to add the next railgun we had to be stationed nearby, just so that we weren't under strength from that angle.
I craned my neck from the trench to behold even more insurgents trickling into the old clearing. The arrivals always came in ones-and-twos, their body language telling me the story of the journey it had taken to get here. They'd had to have abandoned their vehicles to the traffic-snarled roads almost certainly some miles away unless they knew the path George and I would occasionally take;.
Those who brought their own heavy weapons lay them down at their feet before collapsing. Water and food was distributed, though I couldn't speak to the quality, and a trash run would have to be made, tossing the empty tins into ammunition containers.
Of all the newcomers who had yet to be organized into place, I counted two mortars, several more volunteers grouping up to retrieve ammo after taking down descriptions of the vehicles from their exhausted owners and sprinting back out into the night to fetch whatever had been left behind.
The resourcefulness lifted my spirits. No one entertained the notion that these men were taking their leave to flee a certain doom. All present felt some degree of faith, understood who they were, why they were here, and what we were setting out to accomplish. Cells worked to find one another in the darkness, congealing themselves into a more coherent, practiced fighting force by virtue of familiarity with one another. Discipline was sharp and needed little enforcement past an initial reminder. No flashlights switched on inside the premises or campfires were lit despite the encroaching edges of the cold front. Insurgents were guided to whatever defensive positions, pillboxes, trenches, battlements, or bunkers still sat empty, depending somewhat on their expected role after detailing their skills to sentries or those otherwise familiar with the camp carefully explaining sight lines and our overall defensive strategy.
Whispered word overheard from those arrivals seemed to indicate a mixture of panic and outrage was fast spreading through the state's populace, carrying them on frightened wings as they took flight in the night, from here to the southernmost beaches and bays. It seemed word had gotten out successfully, then. That knocked down one more obstacle to our success, or at least set the pieces in place. Soon, all that would remain would be the ugly business of following through, and hoping, no praying that I hadn't massively miscalculated in my hubris.
I took the ramp out of the trench so they could pour some loose gravel into it, helping ensure that if those threatening looking storm clouds opened and if the drains clogged, we still would have some footing, and retired to the command cabin, eyeing how empty it felt with all the finished products being set into defensive arrangements; only the workshop still retained all its rather explosive concoctions.
The manpower situation was such that those familiar in reliably manufacturing complex bombs were spending their time setting up defenses in the fields beyond and settling in our new arrivals.
And then I had the couple hostages, weakened by months of captivity, restrained and kept under guard, but still sitting right on top of the half-done armaments.
I told myself that we had taken precautions- the most reactive sets separated by a thin membranous bag of water to prevent chain reactions from taking root and a few emergency containment systems, but they relied on someone present. I'd need all hands on deck- and what if a direct lance of energy landed from some heavy weapon hit the shed, perhaps to try and make a point? No mere bag of water would make a difference then.
Then again, if they brought that king of weaponry to bear, then the outcome would be certain. The Shil'vati would still lose their hostages, and have tacitly admitted I'd forced their hand, and that they'd declared we were enough of a threat to sacrifice noblewomen just to put a stop to.
I hunched over a smaller map in the command cabin, pinning down the garrisons and jails Verns might be held in. Perhaps I'd been premature in my assessment in lacking a future need of a good map when I'd jumped atop the table for my little motivational speech. I'd gotten caught up in the moment; I hadn't foreseen the need for an offensive element.
I was sorely missing my Lieutenants. Vendetta wasn't here, which was one of the greater anxieties weighing on my shoulders.
The one word I'd whispered in his ear all that time ago to bring him around to believing I did, in fact, have a plan: Victory. He should be here already.
He'd sprinted off across the field in glee back when I told him of this plan's possibility, that "Plan C" might come about due to a few cells going dark and my suspicion that it wasn't moles. The null hypothesis, that there were in fact moles, had put him in direct danger by sending him to double-check.
I cursed my blindness. My eagerness to take a night off, to get him out of the way so he wouldn't clash with the others, so I could be a 'normal boy' for a night and attend a party- one I wouldn't be kicked out of, To find social acceptance.
All part of a 'coming of age,' even after I'd already spilt blood, led a war campaign effort, kissed, earned more money than most would see in a lifetime, and mentally cut ties with my family. By almost any account, I already was a man, yet I'd gotten obsessive in imitating the modern trappings of defining such things. I should have seen the cells reporting members' absences and even going dark as a whole for what it was. I could have called off Town Hall, started assembling even more people here.
Then again, if I had, then perhaps...the shil'vati might not have started grabbing everyone. I hated to think of Verns as 'sacrificial.' They likely didn't have much on him, just a neighbor's report. Then again, we'd had that meeting right after the bar fight at Lucky's, right? How thoroughly had George cleared out his house, if they went back to rummage around and investigate? How well could George cover his tracks? We'd left that ammo crate in the hallway, for starters- clumsy of us, yet we were in a panic. Like children. I tensed as I remembered so vividly the sudden sharp report of the gun, watched Patrick's empty eyes stare up. But not children.
There was nothing I could do for Vendetta. We'd sent the Bat Signal out. Either he'd be here, or he'd miss it.
I weighed the value of sending George away once he got here. The order would certainly annoy him after he'd just arrived, something of an arduous task given how far backed up the traffic had become. I also knew it meant I'd have one fewer lieutenant here, where I desperately needed him. I could hardly ask him to burn down the childhood home, and it would certainly reek of hiding evidence.
"Sir," A sentry stood in the door frame, and I stretched from where my muscles had tensed up, pulling my shoulders back and yawning silently beneath my mask, lumbering toward him.
I didn't realize how tall I'd gotten until I realized he was staring up at me and had taken a half-step backwards- not to make way so I could lead from the door, either, but almost defensively.
"Yes, what is it?" I asked, stopping in place.
"We've received a message for you, sir. Radio is reporting that a 'Hex' has checked in from her position. She and Binary report 'Green as Grass,' sir."
I wasn't used to being called 'sir,' and it caught me off guard. I realized he was standing there, waiting for a response from me of some sort, too.
What should I say for him to send back to Hex? I momentarily remembered the sensation of the kiss, the warm, slightly wet softness, the tenderness, and felt a bit of a blush under my mask. While every instinct screamed at me to not air even a hint of my romances or inner turmoil about a kiss over the unencrypted connection, there was a level of 'not talking about it' that I was unfamiliar with and hadn't planned for. Could my message back be coded into something subtle? Nothing came to mind.
"G-good," I finally stuttered a little awkwardly. "That's very good."
"What does it mean, sir?"
I pushed the distractions out of my head. This was no time to be thinking about girls- and my mind stubbornly disobeyed, wandering right back to Natalie. At first to the hug she'd offered me, when I was scared. Frightened of the mind-wiper device. That tenderness she'd offered- I pushed the memory from my mind, too. This wasn't the time to fantasize, either. I had to live in the world that was before me, here in the present. People were relying on me. I could figure out all that other stuff- girls, hope, my future- sometime later.
"It means the operation can proceed as planned."
If the Twins stopped reporting or got caught with the hostages, then we'd have a lot less leverage stopping Azraea from blowing us all sky high. A couple noblewomen- who I wasn't terribly familiar with and seemed to be somewhat less important, provided they were truthful to me of their station. This unfortunate pair had relied on connections to already-stationed family members to arrive, rather than on their raw political power to muscle their way to Earth's then-closely guarded secret coordinates, and were present only for evidence of said hostages' presence.
"Sir, beg your pardon," I could sense something bubbling under his words, against his better judgment, but some sense of desperation demanded he ask me this anyways. "But what is the operation? I've been manning the airwaves with Radio, helping spread word, but everyone I make contact with seems to want to know."
"I don't see the wisdom in broadcasting the finer details of our plan, I'm sure you understand."
I sensed the inner conflict by the way he froze up. He wanted to object, probably, to swear he wouldn't leak more than the minimum. The problem was, anyone listening for long might take a morsel here, a morsel there, and bring it all together and undo us.
"You have all you're meant to have at this point, frustrating though that must be to try and inform others of the going-ons. Our objective is right before us. When the time comes and the enemy appears, blast them." I didn't want to say there isn't much else to plan. At least, not for them to consider.
"And you, sir?"
"I'll be right here, alongside you," I promised. That seemed to ease some of his pressing curiosity, at least. "We'll be here together, to watch the birth of a miracle." That, or we'd die together. Those words didn't quite have the same catchy ring, though.
I looked over my shoulder back at the map. What more good could be wrought over pondering what jail he might be in, without more details?
"Another matter. Hex said G-Man should arrive in a few minutes."
"Thank you. Anything else to report?"
"No sir, the shortwave beckons." They gave a hand-on-heart and stepped out, leaving the doorframe empty.
I told myself I may as well follow. There was no good to come of disappearing into a tent, secluded for long periods, not when anxiety might run through the gathered troops. I had to make myself seen at least periodically. Besides, it was easier to get a more complete picture from out here than in there.
Radio looked like a one-man-band by the way he was surrounded by boxy electronics of varying sizes, their glows dimmed slightly by thin pieces of fabric taped over the tiny glowing screens, and the trap stretched over his head. Wires snaked their way along the ground, a trooper trying to lay the cable into a thin channel of dirt with a spade to reduce the tripping hazard.
Pierce crouched next to him with a laptop plugged into something wired together, the final outlet of which looked vaguely like an international travel inverter, her fingers flying across the trackpad.
"Radio, how are we?"
"We've made lots of contact, I think. So much traffic on the airwaves it's actually hard to find a clear channel to broadcast on."
"Do they have our encryption keys?" I asked, the question almost automatic.
"No, having one kind of defeats the purpose of being heard and getting the signal out. Besides, encrypting's probably easy for the Shil'vati to crack. Less easy for human intelligence agencies, but impossible for the people who we want to hear us."
I already knew most of this, but humoured him. Little entertained radio quite like his namesake.
"What's our chance of discovery, then? Rough time to them figuring out it's us here, and finding the signal's origin."
"At least with a somewhat uncountable number of HAM signals being thrown across the airwaves, we are a really big needle in a gigantic haystack. Besides, how many times have we actually been where we're broadcasting from?"
That was a point I hadn't considered.
The Shil'vati would likely regard our signal as just a relay point, rather than the source, let alone the destination.
Would they strike it just to silence the orders, once they figured out how many of them were originating from the same point?
I comforted myself by staring upstream of the creek that wandered to the south of Camp Death, following its course with my eyes to where it flowed under the concrete tunnels under the highway, under the train tracks, to where it ultimately ran back to where Radio and I had visited Saint Michael's. Then I turned my head back across the field, toward where the foundation of Mojo and Mister Pasta's had been, where Vaughn had called in the kill team on the Fed's sting operation,
We'd certainly set up plenty of remote broadcast towers before, to entice them into launching strikes on collaborationists. That Saint Michael's was still standing after we'd broadcast all kinds of propaganda from there meant they'd almost certainly learned to be a bit more cautious about lashing out blindly.
In the darkness I saw a familiar figure materialize, and with a bit of relief, I ran up to greet Larry. I wanted to give the old mechanic a hug, but knew that expressions of intimacy while standing near the middle of the camp's defensive perimeter in front of everyone was more than a bit inappropriate, and settled for a nod of acknowledgment.
"I cleaned up the mess at Jules place," he said, going back to referring to his friend by their code name, glancing at Pierce.
I felt a moment of shame. We'd panicked and grabbed everything. Perhaps we were like children after all, leaving our toys out and in the hall. "Thank you."
"Saw Patrick."
"Patrick saw," I said back. "Patrick- called."
Whatever Larry was about to say, that brought him up short. "Oh. Oh." The words seemed to leave him pained. He'd known Patrick, too, and I felt the weight of guilt. It seemed he moved on faster than I could, because he changed the topic quickly.
"What's up?" He gestured at the radio setup.
Pierce seemed to be quite engrossed in her work, trying to connect the laptop to a radio via a USB cable, fumbling with the port in the dark. The laptop's screen was showing a shaky handheld video of a mass arrest- and I thought I could hear my own voice echoing the words I'd spoken just a short while ago.
"Just uploading the speech. I've spliced it up to some footage that one of the newcomers brought. We'll also be exporting raw versions of both- just the audio, the video, make sure people have the record and can decide for themselves."
Sometimes the truth was the best propaganda.
"How are you getting video out? I thought the internet was down."
Radio held a hand up, and then put it down, as if I'd been a teacher asking a question and he'd been chasing extra credit. The next few sentences were practically a foreign language to me, uttering a series of numbers in rapid succession, followed by what sounded like a name. That may've been a model, an edition of a model, a make, a special form of broadcasting- all of it may well have been bounced off the ionosphere for how far it went over my head. I wasn't used to being so completely out of my depth, but everyone seems to have specialized in some skill or another. I'd preferred getting involved in all aspects of the revolution, but at a certain point delegation was a necessity, and I was watching not just the task's needs, but also the capabilities of my lieutenants grow well past my ability to offer useful insight and guidance.
"I...see." I didn't, but I wasn't sure what else to say. I wanted to express curiosity, but I felt like this new capability was something we'd discuss later, if there was a later. "And people can receive high definition video over shortwave? It just takes a long time?"
It seemed to me to be an apparently somewhat technical process to perform over shortwave, and only when finally pressed for details, Radio at last admitted something I did understand: "I am not sure most people know how to collect the signal, or have the right equipment to, but I'm sure someone will, Maybe that person will redistribute the videos."
There. Actionable, useful information.
"Then continue," I said. "At least unless anything more pressing jumps up to do."
"Let's hope it's good for more than the history books," Pierce commented mildly.
"The world has to know, and I am certain the shil'vati have no interest in putting such footage out there. That's reason enough for us, isn't it?" I watched Radio nod and then scurry about the camp, tracing one of the wires toward the antenna array nearest the highway. I turned to Larry, breaking off from the amusing spectacle. "Do you remember my promise?" My question was genuine, but he seemed to waver slightly, now that the possibility of actually delivering on it was here and present. Perhaps the aura of our inner circle's invincibility had been shattered with the loss of his neighbors, and it would be best to set his mind to something productive. "If you want it to come true, see to it that the mortar teams are trained. Get the cannons in position, and make sure we're good for more than just one wave."
Larry snapped a salute, fingers on brow, and I clumsily approximated one in return, though I had never done a salute before in my life. I could sense the slight smile from behind his mask, and with a quick check over his shoulder that no one was watching, he reached out, straightened my palm out slightly, then brought the edge of my palm higher until it was a bit more level. "That's better," he judged, then leaving me alone once I dropped the hand a few seconds later.
George showed up a few minutes earlier than Hex had predicted, out of breath and escorted by a sentry. "Ditched the truck," he wheezed. "The huge bags of claymores and equipment were really heavy. Had to haul it under the interstate." His shoes shone with creekwater; He'd almost certainly taken the path Larry had forbade us from trying, and I couldn't imagine doing it in the pitch black darkness at any speed.
I motioned to the sentry. "Help him get that bag into the workshop." He was the best bomb maker, but he also had helped build this place. I wanted to pick his brain, but I would give him time to rest, first.
"Hey, Radio. Radio!" I heard the shortwave radio he'd set at the top squawk to life with a familiar grumble on the other end, distorted somewhat by the tinny speaker. I scooped it up. Someone with a vocoder- Radio gave those out sparingly.
"'E' here," I answered for him, but didn't want to announce myself. Not right away.
A moment's pause.
"What are your orders?"
"Vendetta?" I wanted to confirm.
"I'm here with over fifty people waiting at Warehouse Base for something to do," I knew the transmission would likely be monitored, but the time for subtlety was over. "You're on speakerphone, by the way."
The line was likely tapped, or at least would be intercepted, its contents determining priority for being passed upward or presented to someone with authority, possibly even Azraea herself.
Whatever orders I gave, they'd have to be in code, or at least sound like something unimportant, low-priority so that we might give him as much opportunity to get the drop on the enemy as he could be afforded.
"Don't bother trying to come here yet," I quickly supplied. "By now, if you're not on your way here, you have your own party to go to." I took a moment to survey the grounds. "We've practically got a full house. See about getting a house party of your own, though you'll have to pull the guests out of their own company. Or something to flank."
"Any idea where to start?"
The map fresh in my mind, I found the answer sprang to me.
"There's a rest stop along Route One. If you've got any party poppers, you can get them to open up to you like a can opener. You know, it's all about introducing yourself well."
I heard him laugh mirthlessly, the sound coming through like a cheese grater run over the asphalt.
"That one's a big bite, maybe more than we can chew without choking. Why don't we start with something smaller?"
I wanted to protest, to direct him to the biggest ones first. Then again, how much did they have on Verns? How likely was he to be somewhere heavily defended?
"What do you have in mind?"
"Well, right across the river from where the naughty girls all get sent. Why don't we start there? Every party needs a few ladies, right?" I could hear a roar of assent from the background.
I wasn't quite sure what he meant by that- was he going to try and attack the Shil'vati base? Surely not those women? He wasn't that insane. Then it clicked- the Women's Correctional Facility in Wilmington, just upstream of the Christina River from where he was broadcasting from at the old Warehouse Base. Easy to get to, certainly, and right near the interstate with pedestrian bridges and neighborhoods to scatter in after the strike made it an excellent candidate. Almost certain to succeed.
The strike wouldn't yield us Verns, though forcing the Shil'vati to admit that they couldn't both take and hold their prisoners at the same time might force them to at least pause rounding up ever more people.
If I gave it my blessing, I would be sacrificing any chance of rescuing Verns for...for what? The tradeoff strained my soul to even consider.
"If you feel that's best, you know your crowd. That said, they got Jules- we want him back." He'd helped build Camp Death. He knew its ins and outs, though my real reasons were somewhat sentimental. "Keep an eye out for Morningstar and a few other cells. I've little doubt they can party with the best of them." They were one of my heaviest hitters, routinely bragging they could go clay pigeon hunting with an unguided RPG, yet I was pretty sure I'd never rallied them to Camp Death- if they were to rally, Warehouse Base was where they'd be.
There was a moment of silence, until Vaughn reported back- "Yeah, they're here. They were going to move up to you once they got everyone together. Should we leave instructions for where to find us, or to find you?"
"Do it- supplies are overall good here. Lots of...uh, balloons, confetti..." I felt like I was stretching the analogy too far, so I gave up trying to equate weaponry to party paraphranelia. "...you know, the works. Take Morningstar and use 'em as you see best fit. What've you got for your party? Any good party supplies?" We certainly could make a trash run and see if we could also deliver them some RPGs at the same time.
"Got some Bump-n-Grinds, and you know those are always good for an up-close-and-personal encounter."
I laughed. "From what I read about bumping and grinding? The closer, the better." Their accuracy left a fair bit to be desired. Still, it would be a good, even vital carry just in case those dreaded Security Forces Technicals made an appearance, and would probably be 'good enough' against a stationary target like a wall, especially in the hands of a capable squadron like Talonstar.
"What time are you thinking?"
"I'd say as soon as we're all ready. You really overestimated how many people know where Camp Death is. A fair number showed up here, and are still trickling in."
"Enough to throw several parties at once?" I asked, suddenly hopeful.
"Well, I suppose, maybe, but I'd be wary of partygoers without someone in charge to, uh..." the metaphor seemed to be breaking down, but I got what he was going for.
"Yeah, I see."
"Are you thinking if there are too many noise complaints at once, it'll keep the party going longer?"
"That's part of it, but I'm hoping we might find a particular person we're missing, lost him when we were playing unexpected host. Someone of G-Man's, you'd know him as Jules. A divide and conquer might maximize our odds of finding him."
"Plus, maximize the number of partygoers we pick up as we move. I like it. A few small house parties for every big house. Any special orders?"
"None. K.I.S.S. principle applies. Good, bad, I want it all out on the streets. 'KISS' 'em until they can't see straight." Keep It Simple, Stupid.
"You're certain?" I could hear the hesitancy in his voice. "This is going to be the greatest thing we've ever done, and I want to be by your side for it 'til the end. I don't want any last-minute cancellations, and I sure as hell don't wanna miss it. How long should I party?"
We'd be letting absolute chaos loose. Fire. Looting. The worst of humanity, turned loose, with Vaughn potentially at its head if he decided to recruit for some reason. Could I still claim to be the good guy if I turned those kinds of people free to wreak havoc on the state I claimed whose denizens I was protecting?
Blackstone's Ratio holds that it is better that ten guilty persons escape than that one innocent suffer. It would still hold me no less accountable for whatever followed from this mass prison break, though.
I looked over to the recently arrived George, and hung my head.
So be it.
"Confirmed, Vendetta. I'll next talk to you when you're here in person- call it when you start either getting tired or if the hosts hire a doorman, a bouncer, or something you can't handle. Bring any good partygoers and favors you find, guide them here, O Pied Piper. Over and out." The signal went quiet again, and I turned off our radio, standing and yawning. The hour was late, and it would be my last opportunity for some shuteye.
I pulled aside a few sentries to my first order. I felt it was a strange one, and likely futile: I asked everyone to 'try and get some rest.'
The sentries were going to be exhausted, and I needed them to start working in shifts if we were to maintain our vigil and perimeter. Doubtless, more would be coming, and giving them at least some rest might be a difference-maker. G-Man helped lead the newcomers to the subterranean bunkers and tunnels, trying to make sure everyone had a place to stay the night and resources got split, even if it was throwing tarps and blankets on hard-packed dirt. I eyed the tunnels, knowing which one of them would spit me out near the stream, itself running so low I might as well refer to it as a ravine. Digging that had been cramped, paranoia-inducing, but we'd dug out so much of the hill and filled it with enough weapons to wage a full-scale war. What had begun as almost make-work and a place to store things when we'd started out
I couldn't sleep well on the cot that night, tossing and turning- I even tried resting with the mask off, held in my hands, but the risk to my identity if anyone barged in caused me enough stress. Eventually, I stood and donned it, making my rounds around the camp, trying to calm myself. Instead, I felt eyes following me, and I had to force myself to stand tall. For the thousandth time, I thought of this as my Valley Forge.
The sentry at the door to the command cabin gave me a hand-on-heart, and I returned it.
As I patrolled, I could hear whispered prayers, muttered plans of action, and mercifully, snores. At least some were getting some sleep. I could see orange lights reflecting off the clouds, near where I knew Wilmington lay.
I almost jumped a foot in the air when I felt the tap on my shoulder, only to find G-Man's mask staring into mine. How strange that such a haunting visage was a comfort to me.
"Hey. Can't sleep?"
"I can't," I confessed. "G-Man, I'm sorry what happened with your father. Hell of a birthday." I hadn't even had a chance to give him the present I'd bought him- a couple new filters, and vintage craftsman toolkit, "from before they sold out," Verns had told me. The memory of his voice already felt distant somehow- no. I'll see him again.
"Wasn't your fault. Even if Town Hall wasn't your big idea to get them to retaliate, you know? Then they'd still have done something. But, uh, thanks for saying that. And thanks for trying to get dad out. I'll remember that." George said quietly, then the conversation ended when he turned away and went to the edge of the embankment. Just like that.
I could never quite get a read on him.
I went inside, and tried to force myself to get at least some shut-eye.
Thanks to Terran-Armored-Core and DeltaNu for helping with some decisions and spellcheck.
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La cosa es que cambié de número de celular y cuando intento usarlo con el nuevo me dice que la contraseña caducó, para cambiarla necesito un código que me llega al número viejo o a mi correo gmail (terrible mentira, no me llega nada). Así que no puedo recuperar mi cuenta (que tenía bastante plata), está el bot de whatsapp y un correo que me contestó una chica y después se hizo la dolobu, estoy semanas así.
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Gothic Lolita ou "GothLoli" (ゴスロリ, gosurori) é uma subdivisão de uma moda urbana japonesa chamada Lolita (moda), popular entre adolescentes e jovens adultas (e por vezes pessoas do sexo masculino). No estilo Lolita veste-se roupas de inspiradas, em sua maioria, pela moda Vitoriana, Rococó ou Eduardiana e frequentemente lembram a aparência de bonecas de porcelana ou princesas. A origem do Gosurori é uma combinação da Moda Lolita – que envolve parecer ‘fofa’ ou meiga a ponto de às vezes parecer infantil – e certas características da Moda Gótica.
A cultura japonesa dá muito mais importância a uma aparência e comportamento juvenis do que a ocidental, não sendo incomum que mulheres adultas gostem e comprem coisas como produtos com a estampa da Hello Kitty[1] – que no ocidente geralmente são considerados "para crianças". O Gosurori talvez seja uma extensão desse fenômeno, conhecido como "Cultura Kawaii".[2]
O estilo floresceu nos idos de 1997/1998 e se tornou um estilo bem estabelecido, com suas próprias grifes, disponível em diversas boutiques, e até mesmo em algumas grandes lojas de departamentos a partir de 2001. Alguns consideram o Gosurori como uma resposta ao movimento Kogal, que envolve exposição do corpo e sensualidade[3]. No entanto, o Gothic Lolita talvez não possa ser considerado como uma subcultura propriamente dita já que não existe uma ideologia ou um credo comum a todas, um padrão de comportamento, nem música ou arte específicas a serem apreciadas - mas acima de tudo Lolitas não são criaturas necessariamente grupais, que buscam socializar com outras Lolitas. Sendo assim individualistas, não há como classificá-las como uma tribo.
Gothic Lolita é uma das subcategorias do visual Lolita. Outras categorias incluem Classic Lolita (mais tradicional, contando com estampas florais, cores mais claras e mais sofisticadas, e com ar mais ‘maduro’), Sweet Lolita (tons pastel, temas angelicais, renda, laços e flores), Ero Lolita (que usa cinta-ligas, saias ligeiramente mais curtas, espartilhos, tecidos rendados ou semitransparentes), Punk Lolita (usa corsets, tecidos em xadrez, estampas com caveiras), Country Lolita (abusando de estampas quadriculadas e florais para criar o efeito meigo e campestre) e Guro Lolita (com temas mais mórbidos e sinistros, incluindo muitas vezes tapa-olho, bandagens, uso de taxidermia, etc.).
O estilo foi influenciado e tornado ainda mais popular pela imagem de certas bandas de Visual Kei (ou rock visual, lit. “linhagem visual”), que possuem ou possuíam entre seus integrantes usuários ou fãs do visual Lolita[4]. O Visual Kei é um subgênero do rock japonês formado por bandas de visual elaborado, cujas apresentações muitas vezes contam com elementos teatrais – mas com estilo musical que muitas vezes difere de outros grupos enquadrados na mesma categoria[5]. É importante ressaltar que algumas Lolitas ressentem essa ligação com Visual Kei e consideram Lolitas fãs dessas bandas e ídolos como bandgirls e não Lolitas "de verdade": como se as Lolitas fãs de visual rock se vestissem de Lolita apenas por influência de seus ídolos, para se encaixar com os outros fãs e não por gostarem do estilo.
Mana, o líder da extinta banda de Visual Kei Malice Mizer, é creditado como tendo ajudado a popularizar o Gothic Lolita. Ele criou os termos “Elegant Gothic Lolita” (EGL) e “Elegant Gothic Aristocrat” (EGA) para descrever as peças de sua própria grife Moi-même-Moitié, fundada em 1999[6] – que rapidamente se estabeleceu como uma das marcas mais desejadas da cena Gothic Lolita. No ocidente, o termo "EGL" diversas vezes é tratado como se abrangesse toda a moda Lolita, ou como se fosse um sinônimo de "Gothic Lolita". "EGL" na verdade refere-se somente à linha de roupas da grife Moi-même-Moitié que leva este nome - e que é formada por roupas Gothic Lolita.
O estereótipo (atualmente, um tanto ultrapassado) de Gosurori é a combinação do preto com o branco, muitas vezes especificamente tecido preto com rendas brancas, e cujas roupas são tipicamente decoradas com muitas rendas. Preto e vermelho escuro, preto e cinza,preto e azul escuro ou apenas preto, também são combinações bastante usuais. As saias são na altura dos joelhos ou um pouco mais curtas, e geralmente possuem anáguas e/ou armações por baixo para aumentar seu volume. Bloomers (calçolas) tomam o lugar de (ou complementam) as roupas de baixo das lolitas. Como na moda japonesa em geral, meias 5/8, 7/8 e ¾ são extremamente populares. O uso de meias listradas e meia-calça branca ou preta, ambas foscas, também é comum, embora as listradas sejam mal-vistas em certos círculos. Sapatos boneca e botas - quase sempre com bicos redondos e com saltos plataforma altos, saltos quadrados ou sem salto algum - completam o visual. Blusas bem ajustadas com babados e acabamento de renda também são populares, assim como camisas com jabots e golas arredondadas (peter pan collar). As roupas costumam ser recatadas, incluindo mangas longas e bufantes. Decotes e saias curtas demais não são parte da moda Lolita (exceto, talvez, no caso do Ero Lolita). Particularmente no “EGA”, usam-se saias longas e casacos que fogem do estilo excessivamente infantil da Gosurori típica.[7]
Alguns outros elementos que por vezes aparecem na moda incluem aventais em estilo Alice no País das Maravilhas[8], cartolas e mini-cartolas, chapéus em miniatura, coroas, arcos com laços, sombrinhas, luvas de renda e retângulos ou círculos de tecido enfeitados com renda, laços, flores e afins, usados no alto da cabeça, seja centralizado ou de lado dependendo do formato (headpieces ou headdresses). Os acessórios Lolita costumam possuir temas como naipes de baralho, asas, coroas, corações, laços, borboletas, animais... As Gothic Lolitas diversas vezes carregam outros acessórios como bolsas em forma de morcego, caixões, crucifixos e afins. Ursos de pelúcia e outros brinquedos do tipo também eram comuns durante os anos 2000, e algumas marcas fizeram pelúcias específicos para este público. Muitas carregavam ainda bonecas de porcelana ou BJDs.
O cabelo das Lolitas muitas vezes é cacheado para completar o visual boneca de porcelana, e a franja reta acima dos olhos é uma constante, embora não uma regra. Os tons de cabelo mais freqüentes são o negro e castanho escuro usuais das japonesas, assim como o castanho claro. Cores fortes como rosa, vermelho, roxo e azul são mais raras, com exceção das bandgirls e Punk Lolita. Perucas, especialmente as longas e cacheada, também são muito populares por sua praticidade, assim como apliques. Um corte de cabelo comum é o hime cut (“corte princesa”), com franja reta acima dos olhos, mechas na altura das maçãs do rosto, boca ou queixo nas laterais do rosto, e comprido atrás[9].
A maquiagem típica do estilo Lolita é utilizada de maneira moderada para um visual natural, porém pode ser mais carregada dentro do Gothic Lolita e Sweet Lolita (principalmente após o "boom" da maquiagem Gyaru por volta de 2010) do que em outros estilos. Delineador negro é comum, e lentes de contato e cílios postiços se popularizaram através dos anos[10] Prefere-se uma certa palidez em Gothic Lolita, e rubor saudável (conseguido com blush) em outros estilos. Algumas vezes vê-se batom vermelho ou preto em estilos mais maduros, mas maquiagem mais clara é regra geral.[
“Lolita” é um nome próprio ou apelido com origem na língua espanhola, diminutivo de Lola ou Dolores, porém muitas vezes interpretado como uma referência à personagem do livro de Vladimir Nabokov e sinônimo de ninfeta. Embora Gothic Lolitas geralmente sejam adolescentes e jovens adultas, as seguidoras do estilo não o consideram sensual e se incomodam quando ele é interpretado desta maneira. Tentativas de mudar a visão do público geral sobre o estilo Lolita, desvinculando-o da ideia de uma garotinha sensual e tentadora, são frequentes entre as Lolitas ocidentais.
O uso da palavra pode ser considerado como wasei-eigo, o uso de palavras originárias do inglês para gerar um neologismo ou ganham outro significado em japonês[12]. Uma teoria é que a interpretação venha do termo Lolita Complex ('Complexo de Lolita'), cunhado em 1966 por Russell Trainer, se referindo à atração romântica ou sexual por garotas jovens: a referência ao livro de Nabokov teria sido perdida, levando o público japonês a pensar que 'lolita' seria um termo ocidental equivalente a 'shōjo' (少女, 'menina', 'moça'). Juntando este engano o à imagem ocidental/européia que a moda Lolita apresentava, é possível que este tenha sido nomeado com a intenção de dar a ideia de uma estereotipada 'shōjo' ocidental[13]. Atualmente, japoneses usam o termo Lolicon (ロリコン, rorikon), derivado de 'Lolita complex' para se referir à pedófilos ou pornografia infantil, ou seja, sem correlação com o dito "comportamento sedutor" tão associado à personagem do livro.[14]
Quanto à uma possível erotização do estilo Lolita, há o Ero Lolita (erotic + lolita), que usa de influências menos ingênuas. Em Ero Lolita é comum o uso de saias rodadas ligeiramente mais curtas, cinta-liga à mostra, gargantilhas, tecidos rendados, espartilhos, etc. (de preferência, não todos ao mesmo tempo), ou seja, elementos que seriam considerados "sensuais" de uma forma antiquada – mas a vulgaridade, ainda assim, passa longe. Lolitas em geral se apresentam com uma aparência que remete a moças vitorianas, bonecas de porcelana, princesas ou jovens recatadas, e preferem parecer ‘meigas’ a ‘sexy’. Para muitas pessoas, é considerado um estilo de moda com conotações feministas,[15]principalmente pela falta de exposição do corpo ou sexualização, por ser um meio quase exclusivamente feminino (feito em sua maioria por mulheres e para mulheres) e pela autoconfiança necessária para se entrar em um meio alternativo.[16]
No Japão, o estilo recebeu grande atenção da mídia, particularmente depois de 2001 e do “Lolita boom”. As Lolitas já tinham boa visibilidade nas ruas de Tokyo e Osaka, no entanto. Ultimamente, Lolitas tem aparecido na televisão, no mangá (como em Paradise Kiss, no qual uma das personagens ocasionalmente usa Lolita – Sweet Lolita ou Punk Lolita, no geral - de Ai Yazawa) e jogos de computador. Fora do Japão, o Gothic Lolita ainda é um estilo periférico, embora esteja crescendo em popularidade. Juntamente com cosplay e outros fenômenos culturais japoneses, algumas vezes as Gothic Lolitas ocidentais podem ser vistas em eventos de anime e shows na Europa e nas Américas. O estilo ainda não é muito conhecido pelas massas fora do Japão. Revistas sobre o estilo estão disponíveis para a venda na internet e em lojas de revistas japonesas, que também vendem mangá. Fãs do estilo na Europa e nas Américas costumam importar ou costurar suas próprias roupas no estilo, algumas vezes criando lojas online e vendendo seus designs graças à dificuldade de comprar as originais japonesas – e seu preço
KERA é uma revista mensal popular que desde 1998 abrange a moda de rua japonesa em geral, principalmente Punk, Gótico e Lolita. Conta com frequentes street snaps nas ruas de Tokyo e de diversos lugares do mundo (como Londres, Berlim e Nova Iorque), cobertura
de eventos, ensaios fotográficos e catálogos de lançamentos de moda alternativa.
Já a Gothic & Lolita Bible é uma revista spin-off da KERA que teve um papel fundamental em promover e definir o estilo. O nome Gothic & Lolita Bible se refere ao fato da revista se focar em matérias e ensaios a respeito tanto da moda gótica quanto Lolita, fornecendo uma experiência mais completa e profunda desses estilos que a KERA, e não por se dedicar somente ao Gothic Lolita.[17]
Feita para alcançar um demográfico que talvez não se interessasse pelos assuntos da KERA, publicada trimestralmente, impressa em material de melhor qualidade e consequentemente mais cara, a Gothic & Lolita Bible possuía mais de 100 páginas que incluíam dicas de moda, maquiagem e comportamento, fotos, moldes para costura, catálogos, receitas, entrevistas com astros do Visual Kei e do estilo Lolita ou Gótico no Japão (ou até mesmo fora dele), histórias em estilo mangá, poesia e idéias de decoração. A G&LB, como o nome da revista é abreviado, não deve ser vista como um livro de regras de como ser Lolita, mas como um guia de referências e dicas.
Um dos ícones da cultura Gothic Lolita, o escritor Novala Takemoto, escreveu para a G&LB e lá disseminou suas idéias através de poemas e colunas.[carece de fontes] A publicação teve seu encerramento anunciado em Março de 2017, enquanto a KERA continuaria como uma revista online[18].
Compras No momento o coração da subcultura Gothic Lolita, ao menos comercialmente, é a loja de departamentos Marui One em Shinjuku, que possui quatro andares totalmente voltados ao estilo (dentre outros relacionados). Diversas grifes japonesas vendem dentro do Japão, mas muitas se utilizam de sites para a exportação e nos últimos anos tem inaugurado lojas em países astrangeiros como Estados Unidos e França.[19]
Há também pessoas em comunidades de relacionamento que vendem roupas Lolita pela Internet em todo o Brasil.
Conexões com o Cosplay O estilo Lolita não é parte da cultura cosplay, mas sim um estilo de moda alternativa.
Cosplay é o ato de se fantasiar como dado personagem, pessoa, ou estereótipo. Pode haver, por exemplo, cosplayers de membros de bandas populares, personagens de filmes, enfermeiras, maids ou, o mais comum, personagens de animes e mangás. O ato de fazer cosplay, embora muitas vezes levado a sério e mesmo sendo um hobby custoso, não tem pretensões de ser um estilo usado no dia-a-dia ou como uma moda de fato.[21]
Lolita, no entanto, é um estilo de roupa que não tenta reproduzir a aparência e comportamento de outra pessoa. Tampouco as Lolitas pretendem estar fantasiadas quando se vestem segundo o estilo, já que Lolita é moda. Elas vêem Lolita como suas roupas, sua indumentária típica, e não como uma ‘brincadeira’, e se ofendem ao serem confundidas com cosplayers - o que gerou uma certa rixa entre Lolitas e cosplayers, embora existam pessoas que estão envolvidas em ambos.[22]
Como o Gosurori é popular entre os fãs de animação e histórias em quadrinhos japonesas, personagens vestidos em algum dos subestilos Lolita (ou como maid, que não é parte do estilo, mas compartilha de uma estética similar) podem ser encontrados com relativa facilidade. As próprias Lolitas japonesas, no entanto, mantêm relativa distância de muitos destes mangás, sendo que seu público geralmente é formado por fãs do sexo masculino.[23]
Alguns dos animes e mangás mais conhecidos que retratam uma ou mais pessoas que se vestem dentro do estilo lolita ou de suas vertentes incluem Princess Princess, Paradise Kiss (publicado pela Conrad), Nana, X-Day, Le Portrait de Petit Cossette, Rozen Maiden, Tsukuyomi - Moon Phase, Othello,full moon wo sagashite, Cat Street , xxxHOLiC (publicado no Brasil pela JBC), Pitaten, Conde Cain e God Child.
A personagem Misa Amane do anime Death Note e a Chii de Chobits são freqüentemente confundidas como Lolitas por iniciantes e fãs de anime. Misa usa uma roupa Lolita apenas no decorrer de toda a série e personagens como Chii e Sakura, de Card Captor Sakura possuem alguma influência Lolita que pode ser notada pelas saias rodadas, babados e frufrus, mas não são nenhuma vertente desta moda.[24]
Pullips e Ball-Jointed Dolls São bonecas geralmente fabricadas no japão e outros países na Ásia e direcionadas a colecionadores. É um hobby pouco difundido no Brasil, mas gradualmente ganha espaço, havendo muitos colecionadores de Pullip e um número ligeiramente menor de Ball Jointed Dolls[25]. Em muitas partes do mundo, principalmente no Japão, existem grupos isolados de Gothic Lolitas que compram estas bonecas, se vestem de forma a combinar seus trajes e participam de encontros de colecionadores.
Cinema e Televisão A personagem principal de Shimotsuma Monogatari, filme baseado em um romance de Tetsuya Nakashima, se veste segundo o estilo Sweet Lolita. Sua grife favorita é Baby, the Stars Shine Bright. A personagem principal do filme Peep "TV" Show é uma Gothic Lolita. A dupla de vilãs do super sentai Mahou Sentai Magiranger se veste no estilo Lolita. A personagem Sunako do anime e mangá Shiki ocasionalmente veste Gothic Lolita, tendo um dos seus visuais criados pela famosa marca Angelic Pretty[26].[27]
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Bem eu peguei as informações pela Wikipedia, ent não sei se está correto!

Eu via fanfic no wattpad(eu já parei de ver graças a Deus), e tinha um usuário que sempre estava em todas as fics que eu lia, parecia até um stalker, até que um dia eu mandei um comentário respondendo o seu dizendo "nossa vc esta em todo o lugar!", ela respondeu rindo, então a gente começou a conversar, até que ela foi no pv, e pediu o meu número do WhatsApp, eu aceitei e dei, n achei problema nisso, já que já tinha vários amigos online no WhatsApp, a gente começou a conversar, íamos call, a gente lia fanfic juntas, jogávamos juntas etc. E a gente começou a se chamar de casadas, só pra zuar mesmo, e começamos a nos chamar de amor, uma a outra, mas isso eu só levava na brincadeira, ainda mais pq eu tinha outra casada online que era a minha amiga.
Até que um dia eu tava conversando com uns amigos meus no WhatsApp, e ela me mandou mensagem, dizendo como ela se sentia por mim etc, eu li aquilo, eu fiquei um pouco envergonhada é claro, nunca vi alguém se confessando algo para mim, já que ninguém nunca gostou de mim, eu fiquei em choque, não conseguia ter alguma reação ou algo do tipo, a única coisa que eu fiz, foi ter pedido conselhos para os meus amigos, eles dizeram para mim aceitar o pedido, e eu realmente aceitei.
Ela ficou muito feliz depois disso, mas ela n tava com fé que isso iria durar ou ia dar certo, mas eu botei fé, e disse que tudo ia dar certo.
Eu sinto que estou iludindo ela por ter botado fé, e ter aceitado, eu n sei qual é a minha sexualidade, mas eu acho que arromantico, eu até hoje não sinto nenhuma atração por ela, e eu n quero mentir, eu achei ela feinha(nem sei quem sou eu pra julgar, pareço um urubu todo descabelado), o problema é que todos os dias eu mando mensagem pra ela dizendo "bom dia(boa noite) amor" é coisas do tipo, eu tento ser uma namorada legal, e tentar mostrar que eu gosto dela, pq eu n tive coragem de terminar com ela, n quero que as coisas fiquem esquisitas entre nós, e eu n quero a machucá-la, e eu só gosto dela como amiga, mas me sinto um lixo por causa disso, eu n queria que ela gostasse de mim, eu n quero iludir ela, mas eu n sei o que fazer.
Edit: o pior disso tudo, é que eu acho que eu acho que tô "iludindo" outra pessoa, pq eu e essa menina( outra) estamos nos chamando de casadas, e ela começou a dizer amor e que me ama(eu igualmentepor que sou lerda e n achei problema), estou um pouco preocupada com isso, e tbm enquanto eu escrevia esse texto eu pensava no que poderia fazer, e eu realmente n pensei em nd até agora, e eu continuo iludindo ela.

Hola Burisitossss Soy profe y tengo dos caso en distintos lados Caso 1. Una alumna de baja visión que el primer día de clases me mando un audio de 7 minutos contándome toda su vida. (Aclaro que como por general hacemos grupo de WhatsApp para pasar materiales e info del curso tengo cero drama con pasar mi número) es una piba en una situación muy vulnerable, es mayor de edad, es un liceo para adultos, el tema es que vive en un barrio de contexto crítico, recibe apoyo económico del estado, también está en tratamiento psicológico y psiquiátrico. Lo que me pasa es que tiene conductas manipuladoras, el parcial lo hice como un cuestionario por crea, a ella se lo tome oralmente. Realmente en un cuestionario de 25 minutos, tener los materiales es inútil pero ella me preguntaba qué facilidad iba a tener ella si los compañeros podían tener los materiales, es una loca adulta, joven pero no es adolescente. Por otro lado ella estudia modelaje y las fotos que le sacan son jugadiiiisimas por decirlo de una manera, esta muy expuesta, en una foto hasta se le ve un poco el pezon (no sé si acá se puede poner esta palabra). La veo bastante vulnerable, se puso a llorar en el parcial, no se como ayudarla, tengo todas las clases en video, tome montón de horas de mi vida que nadie me paga para grabar todas mis clases, le tome una prueba especial, ahora tiene una instancia de repechaje… me pidió para hacer un trabajo, vamos a ver cómo le va, además llega tarde, no se sabe los horarios de clase, El día que llovió pila llego 15 min antes que termine la clase. Tampoco se lleva con el grupo! Dice que antes en otros cursos, la acosaban (no estos compañeros, otros) y por eso hace todo sola. Qué me sugieren para ayudarla?
Caso 2. En la utu tengo una alumna sorda que se saco 10 en el cuestionario! Les juro que me pone re feliz.
No quiero comparar casos porque nada que ver, pero no es fácil… puse este último caso porque no todo es triste también hay noticias lindas.
Perdonen mi ortografía, vengo el 404 y escribiendo a toda velocidad con un corrector ortográfico automático que me odia…