Puerto rican taino tattoo

Challenge started 01/01/2023
Date watched 05/30/2023
I saw this on Kanopy.
I won’t bother to describe the plot as it’s absolutely stupid. I’ve seen some bad movies during this challenge but this may just be the most pretentious, horrible, stupid, movie that I have ever seen, or more likely has ever been produced. I picked it as Kanopy had a warning about sexual content on it, and thought that a bit of soft core porn would be fine. Oh, boy was I wrong. In the future when I want soft core porn I will go to Pornhub and do a search for soft core porn rather than Kanopy. My sole hope in life is that you never see this movie. I give this film 0 (zero) Stars out of ∞ (infinity) Stars.
Late Edit: The movie titled Art of Love, and the year of release may be 2022. Turns out there is another movie called The Art of Love from 2020 or something. This is a Puerto Rican film to distinguish it from the other film with nearly the same title. Still: under no circumstances watch this film.

First I want to say that I’m not Referring to EVERYONE, but just a few select people I’ve encountered who act like this.
When I was in high school, someone asked our Spanish Teacher if he was Mexican. His response was “Uh, No why would I be Mexican?”.
There was another girl who has the same last name as another girl, and when someone brought it up, she said “Oh ew, no I’m not Puerto Rican, yuck”.
Most recently a coworker of mine was talking to a customer and the customer asked her “Oh, are you Mexican? You are beautiful”, to which my coworker said “Ew, Mexican? No, look at me, I’m beautiful”.
My response to that was “Damn, what was that for?”.
So I guess what I’m asking is what’s with such harsh words like this? What’s going on where people feel the need to say this about one culture? Just simply say “Yes” or “No”? Am I overthinking things?

I've been trying to play FatGum more and I have to say out of every character I have played and or mained, he is by far the worst character in the game.
His attacks have such a huge recovery, allowing any character to punish any attack FatGum misses.
His red move, though fast, is still easy to read and dodge and once again has a huge recovery.
He is one of the few characters I classify as big and slow. This includes rappa, nomu, FatGum, and chisaki V2. And of course, FatGum is the worst out of all of these big 'n slow characters. Chisaki V2 has the zoning utility, pu1 to heal himself, decent damage, and good red move tracking, rappa has large attack hotboxes, little meteor effect, and his pu's suck so he has an excuse to waste meter for high damage combos, and nomu has large HitBox attacks, and his q1 and Tq1 are fucking annoying to deal with.
His air attacks sucks. I find myself dropping so many combos because for some reason, FatGum air combos rarely connect, especially when using Tq1 in the air.
His parry is so slow to start up and easy to read. Wanna ruin his parry, use a red move, or just don't attack him, after all, he's just gonna stand there holding his q2 down.
His huge fucking hotbox. This mf has the HitBox size of the fucking moon, and especially with everyone playing zoners, it makes it impossible to play this Patrick star, McDonald's working, bfg cosplaying, plain donut looking bitch.
Now, let's talk about the things that make this character good.
His damage is aight. I find myself getting between 8k to 9.5k damage without assists or dash cancels.
His guard pressure is absolutely beautiful. Something I found out is doing a Tilt attack in the air and immediately following up with a Tq2 automatically makes the Tq2 a red move, basically taking your opponents out of the guard animation and sending them into a combo.
His plus uktras are good. His plus ultra 1 is very good, though after it's finished, you're stuck in an animation for a while so depending on your assists, you most likely can't continue the combo after a pu1. Now his pu2 is where he shines because not only does it deal so much damage, but it makes him into SlimGum.
Now, let's talk about SlimGum.
His red move Is quick and so fucking hard to dodge or read.
He is incredibly fast and versatile, basically making him a larger Gran Torino.
He has amazing damage potential, especially when timed with good assists or supports.
His HitBox is smaller, allowing you to dodge projectiles or attacks more often.
SlimGum is the only reason people play this character, prove me wrong.
I would love to see this character be reworked in the future to be similar to rappa, cuz I don't mind him being big and slow, but when you have a character with no zoning, slow recovery, his air attacks drop combos, and you need to save a pu2 to get value from this character, it just completely ruins this idea.
Rappa is good cuz he has damage to make up for his faults.
Now take that idea, implant it into FatGum, and boom, you have a better character, but for now, I believe FatGum is, without a doubt in my Puerto Rican skull, the worst character in this game.

I have tried contacting chat agents, phone calls and email. This is the worst customer service I have ever seen. Despite claiming 24/7 service, I have never managed to get on a call with anyone. I get connected with a chat agent once every 24 hours, and they don't read the chat history, so I have to rewrite everything all over again and get the same suggestions that don't work. And email is pretty much the same. I'm stuck in an endless loop of mediocre customer service. I'm beyond frustrated because my earnings are being held hostage in the Pro Card with no way of withdrawal other than going to an ATM.
The problem seems to be that my phone number is a Puerto Rican phone number, and the app/service refuses to acknowledge it as a valid phone number. I keep telling them to verify my identity another way even though I have the same number for my Uber and get verification codes all the time. Yet every time O communicate this, all I get is the same suggestion of texting START to a phone number they provide, which claims that my number has been activated and can now receive texts from them. Yet I don't receive anything.
What can I do other than taking my earnings out in an ATM and deactivating the pro card?

Trying to remember the name of this Spanish song. In the video the guy gets his drink drugged by a girl in a bar. The song has a edm/techno beat to it. It might of been Dominican or Puerto Rican can’t remember. It was made in the 2010’s.

I'm a Puerto Rican male in ny.message me if intrested

All partial jokes aside, while I’m not expecting anything to come out of this, I certainly wouldn’t mind being proven wrong.
I am a predominantly Puerto Rican and Italian make, manufactured in the ‘90s and approximately 5’11” in height and 250 lbs in weight. I used to be a redhead, and technically I still am, but I’ve been shaving my head regularly since I was 20-21. Here’s a visual aid.
I am a big nerd, I’ve been a gamer for about 20 years now (I’m not kidding), with some of my favorite game series being Ratchet & Clank, Metro, Assassin’s Creed, Far Cry, Borderlands, Elder Scrolls, and Tomb Raider. I am a sucker for comics, cartoons, and animated movies. I plan on saving up to build a gaming PC, as well as to start collecting dueling-grade lightsabers. I’ve also just recently started getting back into anime again recently, I only begun Demon Slayer a month ago and I’m already caught up.
I’ve lived in the South all my life; I was born and raised in Florida, lived in South Carolina from 2011 until 2013, in which I moved back to Florida and stayed there until I moved to Alabama in 2020 right when the pandemic really kicked off in the US. I plan to leave Alabama before the end of 2024, and while I haven’t completely decided yet on where I want to move to, right now the states I’m most interested in are Georgia, Michigan, Tennessee, Virginia, and Wisconsin. So if you are from any of those states, or are at least also wanting to move to any of them, that would be a big plus.
Contrary to what that last paragraph may lead you to believe, even though I’m Southern as fuck, my political and religious beliefs are anything but. I grew up in a fundamentalist Christian family but in hindsight never actually believed, and by 19 I stopped denying my lack of faith and abandoned religion entirely. As for my political views, I don’t know what exactly I’d label them as, but I do know that they’re to the left. And by left I mean actual left. Like “Democrats are conservatives” left. Like “Profits are stolen wages” left. You won’t have to worry about me calling you comrade though, I find that shit to be cringe.
Work-wise, I recently made a pretty big career change. Well actually to be more accurate I’m just now starting to build a real career that I can be proud of for the first time, after doing DoorDash full-time for roughly 3 years while struggling with indecision about what I wanted to do. I just got my CDL-A a few weeks ago and also went through securement training. Now I will be going on the road with a driver trainer, starting tonight in fact, for the next month or so for further OTJ training. Then I will be going back to the place I had my initial CDL training in order to take my company’s final evaluation. And should I pass, then I’ll be given the keys to my own truck and sent out on my first solo load. For now, my plan is to stick with this company for at least a year before I apply for jobs in one of the previously mentioned states that I’m interested in relocating to.
Okay I’ve rambled enough about myself, so I’ll stop my stats there. If my neurodivergent way of writing hasn’t turned you off yet, do feel free to message me on here. I’m not expecting you to be the woman of my dreams, but I will ask that you be at least 23, willing to also ask me questions in return to get to know me as I don’t want to feel like I’m interrogating you, and that you’re honest with me about your intentions.
Also keep in mind that throughout the week I won’t be able to talk as much, as I will be doing my job training, but I will be more available to talk on the weekends as I will be staying at the same hotel each weekend while my trainer goes home. I would also like for us to at some point talk to each other audibly, whether that’s through phone call or video chat, whichever you’d be more comfortable with. I just don’t have as much energy as I used to for messaging/texting back and forth for months without any kind of progression.
Thank you for letting me cook if you’ve made it this far, and even if this post doesn’t do it for you, I hope y’all have the great day you deserve. :)

I’m craving mofongo something awful.
Thanks, y’all!

Who out here looking for a real relationship distance not an issue DM me if ur a vers definitely hmu and a gamer 😘😘😘 I am 33 I am white black Puerto Rican and Native American I am a gamer and I am 5’6

PART EIGHT HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN
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Thursday
Cora arrived beside the leg of her office chair in her Washington DC apartment. Being only a few inches tall and in a liquid form, she leaned her weight to her left and permitted her essence to be absorbed into the bare human foot that hadn’t moved for several hours. As her essence reintegrated with the mass, she felt her Mystallian lungs take a breath and lifted herself out of her chair, staring down at the computer. The monitor was in the midst of having the screen saver’s coloured lines bounce across the screen like an automated game of Pong.
An icy smile crossed her lips as she used the back of her knees to push the chair farther away and headed towards the door.
Nuncio appeared on the other side of the room next to the windows, his smile full of excitement. “Do you think they’ll do even half of what they said they’d do?” he asked, rubbing his hands together gleefully. “And man, I am going to be pissed if Haynes doesn’t leave her computer on so I can watch and award points for style after everything I’ve done to cover for them.”
Cora’s good mood deflated. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the Prydelands with Vadim?”
Nuncio waved his hand through the air dismissively. “He’s having a sleep-over with Hezkiss’ clutch. I wanted to free myself up in case things went awry with Monsieur le Fuck-Knuckle, and I had to get in there to give you a hand in person.”
Cora rolled two fingers upright between them. “Two of us … overseeing the operation of five humans absconding with another human?” She curled her lip in derision.
Nuncio folded his arms and hunched one shoulder ever so slightly. “Your friend at the NCIS has some good hackers, by the way,” he said, and Cora stilled. “I mean, not me good obviously…” —he blew out a sharp raspberry— “…but still, that web trap they had set up for Haynes?” He pursed his lips and kissed his fingertips before flaring them in the classic ‘genius’ motion. “They’d have got her for sure with that if I hadn’t set off one of my line-tracers for them to chase down instead. They even had access to the dark web, following it all over the world. They won’t come up for air until at least this time tomorrow, and by then, they’ll know Portsmith’s been taken.”
Cora moved to the window to stare out at the cityscape, where she felt more than saw Nuncio’s eyes on her. “What’s wrong?” he asked warily. “You’re always saying punishments don’t fit the crimes anymore, and if anyone deserves a taste of hell, it’s that prick.”
Cora never took her eyes from the landscape as she placed a hand on her son’s shoulder, curling her fingers to squeeze.
Only the vice-like grip didn’t ease up. If anything, it increased, with her nails sharpening to penetrate the casual shirt he wore and biting into the flesh itself, giving her control of his physical form.
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Too late, Nuncio realised he was caught, and when he turned to look at his mother, there was nothing in her stare to even hint at a loving maternal instinct. “You gave me quite the run-around, boy. Now, let’s see if you can give me one good reason why I don’t crank up every one of your pain receptors to a thousand percent of where they are right now.”
Nuncio whimpered and fled into his mind, creating his apartment living room in the Prydelands. Surrounded by the pryde and his Aunt Columbine’s calm presence (even if it was just his imagination) he calmed down enough to get a hold of himself.
His mother knew something. Something that she was pissed off enough to threaten him with bodily harm over. But what was the question. There were layers to his misdealings, each inviting more trouble than the last. His mother wasn’t one to forgive and forget, but if he could somehow justify his actions, something that her innate had given him the opportunity to do instead of simply going straight to the ‘pain of a thousand deaths’ that she’d perfected too long ago to count.
The trick was … which layer had she figured out? If he short-changed himself, he would be in more trouble than he needed to be, but if he didn’t own up to what she knew he’d done, he’d really be in trouble. Humpty Dumpty had nothing on shifters.
Despite freaking out, he was suddenly reminded of an old comedy routine he’d listened to about forty-something years ago, where a kid knew he was in trouble, ‘And out of the one hundred things I’d done wrong that day, I wasn’t sure which one he wanted to talk to me about’.
The way that kid had dealt with the problem would serve him just as badly. Saying “Who me?” at this juncture was likely to get him smashed into a pulp because both of them were painfully aware of the who. And to be honest, the who, in this case, didn’t really matter. His mother didn’t care about Alex Portsmith. He was barely a splattered bug on the windscreen of their lives, even more so now that he would pay for his crimes in full. Nothing about that warranted this pain crackdown.
Maybe it was the fact that he (and Fisk) had given Alex a family shield so that the veil wouldn’t protect him from the horrors that came from pissing off demonic royalty. Or maybe it was the fact that he, of all the shifters in Earlafaol, had helped Fisk hospitalise that no-good bastard.
That might annoy her, but again, not to this degree.
It might be the wild goose chase he’d led her on after she’d come to him wanting information about Noah and his people. He hadn’t said he’d known all about everything already and instead let her go on her merry way.
Yeah … that was probably what this was all about.
The first words out of his mouth, when he returned to the physical realm were, “I didn’t tell you I was involved because you were already days deep into your investigation and if you just stopped suddenly, it would’ve looked like you were covering something up.”
Her expression grew thoughtful, and her claws loosened. Not enough to release him, but enough for him to believe he’d hit the magic topic.
“I am covering up something,” she said, staring through the windows.
“Yes, but it’s not from an FBI standpoint, is it? By handing that part of the case over to the NCIS, it’s not on you that they lost Portsmith during their investigation.” He turned to his mother. “See? It’s all good, right?”
The key was always distraction. Have people focus on what he was saying rather than what he wasn’t.
“And you were the shifter that helped Fisk break him.”
“He was a douchebag who deserved it, Mom. And once you came to me, telling me you wanted leads on the team Melody’s father heads, I spent a large portion of my time feeding them information and keeping the wolves at bay. I had to pull a hell of a lot of vanta-black trickery to convince those two guards to report immediately to the Naval Commanding Officer up in Saufley H—”
Her claws scraped the bone, but Nuncio endured it rather than numb the area. His mother was making a point, and it was integral to his ongoing health that he accepted her warning for what it was. Something he could heal the second she let him go.
“Don’t tell me the specifics of how you moved those Naval Police away from his door. I’ll find out at the reunion. If I keep myself ignorant until then, I won’t have to lie to Scott about what happened to his people.”
“You could always tell them how deeply embedded in the dark web the people you’re chasing are. They haven’t separated those two cases yet, have they?”
“You know they haven’t.”
“I’m not saying you have to lie, but come on, Mom. We both know that unless Grandmother was dipping into her powerbase, there’s plenty of ways to misdirect a line of enquiry.”
The claws bit so heavily into the shoulder that they punctured the bone and touched on either side, essentially shackling him to her. “Ow…ow-ow-ow-OW—Moooom,” Nuncio whined, his teeth gritting on the waves of pain that weren’t getting any easier to ignore. “Mom, that really hurts! Ow-ow!” But he wouldn’t beg. Never beg. She’d put his arm up to the elbow in a meat grinder if he begged, and she’d make sure he felt every bit of it.
“Misdirection,” his mother purred, ignoring the way Nuncio used his good hand against the window frame to keep himself upright. “Like the way Alex Portsmith’s Puerto Rican house was destroyed in a gaseous fireball afterwards that could’ve killed hundreds of US citizens.”
Back into his imagination he went. Okay. This was bad. Think, Nuncio. Think! He walked around his apartment, alternating between tapping his forehead and patting his fingertips together to stimulate the thought process. The searing pain of his mother’s physical shackle was distracting, but he had to focus past it to find a solution.
Intentionally harming innocents that she was responsible for was a hard line to his mother. There was no justification for it, and he should’ve remembered that!
Well, there wasn’t until there was … but those situations were few and far between and certainly not going to help him now. Offering to rebuild the area after the fact was lip service at best. Had he done it at the time, it would have been accepted, and the matter dropped, except Nuncio had wanted to keep himself out of this mother’s firing line, so he stayed quiet.
His best chance was to eat some humble pie. Something most Mystallians would rather die than do.
“I lost my shit,” he admitted, returning to the physical realm once more. “I saw the state she was in, saw how he had completely destroyed her for no other reason than because he could, and I lost it. In one move, I made sure she was safe, and the place that had been her prison could never be used for that again. I wasn’t thinking about the neighbours.” That last part, at least, was the absolute truth. Just not the way it was presented. He hadn’t thought about the neighbours because their lives and homes were inconsequential to him.
His mother’s grip lessened but didn’t release.
“I mean, you only read the reports, but I saw the burns, Mom. I watched the way she cowered. That jackass had her burning herself on the oven rings when he couldn’t be there to punish her himself. And he thought he had the right to do that.”
The claws loosened for all of two seconds. “You will reimburse everyone who took a financial hit during that destruction, correct?”
“Yes!” He might have yelped that out, but if doing a few hundred online transactions was all it took to get him out of this mess, he would grab it with both hands!
“Every single one of them.”
“Yes,” he agreed again, wondering why she was making him repeat himself.
“And just remember, that area is bitterly poor, and the internet doesn’t exist, so you’ll have to go there yourself to make reparations. To the dollar.”
Nuncio whimpered and sagged in her grip. The last thing he wanted to do was spend another second in that horrid area of the world, let alone hours.
Well, the second last thing …
…just.
“Yes, Mom.”
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((Author's note: A little early because once again, my beta had a 12 hour shift tonight. ps: I just noticed the wrong number went up on the post - it should be 837 😝 ))
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