#Don Mateo

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Hashemi Shamali Open Air Museum Amman Jordan

Touring the Hashemi Shamali Open Air Museum was fascinating on many levels. The east Amman neighborhood that was military housing in the 1970s now exhibits 28 murals painted by artists to give the urban landscape more interest and color. The neighborhood is home to a community of Palestinian, Syrian, Armenian, and Iraqi refugees, and decidedly different than other areas of Amman I’ve explored.…

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? hola

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A long, long time ago 🎶🎵🎶

I can still remember 🎵🎶🎵

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Mateo and Rufus: (screaming out the chorus) SO BYE BYE MISS AMERICAN PIE! DROVE MY CHEVY TO THE LEVEE BUT THE LEVEE WAS DRY!!

[notmoreflippingelves]

Hi! I just read your post about Mateo recently. If I may, can you give me any specific instances in the narrative of the show where Mateo isn’t called out as heavily as they should have? I’m just curious?

During the Shuriki returns arc in particular, Mateo makes some pretty glaring mistakes that I feel like he should've gotten much more flack for (and based on what we see elsewhere in canon, I feel pretty confident that if Gabe, Naomi, Isa, or Esteban at least --and possibly even Elena-- had made these mistakes, they wouldn't have been swept under the rug nearly as quickly as they were for Mateo).

While it's unfair to completely blame Mateo for Carla's manipulating him during the "Rita" arc, I feel like it's reasonable to hold him a *bit* accountable. He did after all blab highly confidential information (on more than one occasion) to try and impress a pretty girl with how clever and important he was. (Something tells me that if any of the others had done likewise, they would've been called out for it. But because it's "beloved" Mateo, we don't even get "wait, you told Rita how to get into your workshop? And you've known her for only a few weeks? What were you thinking, Mateo?") Moreover, he never even apologizes for this or promises to do better/be more careful with such important, sensitive information in the future.

Even more aggravating is his behavior in "The Scepter of Night." Mateo is so eager to play the hero and claim all the glory for himself that he twice (!) disobeys a direct order/abandons the plan and goes looking for the scepter piece on his own. This directly leads to Fiero and Victor finding the scepter piece and (temporarily) stealing it. And it's really only due to luck and very conveniently-timed infighting amongst Shuriki's allies that Elena and co. are able to get the scepter piece back. While Mateo does receive some (brief) criticism, it's nowhere near the level that it should be.

Also noteworthy Elena doesn't really get particularly "mad" at him (especially considering how angry we see her get at other characters even for more minor things) . She's not truly, actually angry at Mateo (and Gabe and Naomi are only a bit angrier); she's just a little frustrated and disappointed at him in the moment. And apart from a (very short) little "do better next time" speech, Mateo doesn't face any real consequences or lingering resentment unlike other characters who do.

When Isa obeys direct orders in "Sister of Invention," she has to face consequences (Elena grounding her). Similarly, Elena holds a grudge against Esteban for days (if not weeks) after he interfered with the Feast of Friendship (a much lower stakes mistake than Mateo's imo). Moreover, it's possible to interpret Esteban's staying behind in Avalor when the others go to see the Norberg Lights as a punishment (either self-inflicted or imposed by Elena) for his actions in the previous episode.

In contrast, Mateo just gets a brief "I expected better from you" speech from Elena and Gabe jokingly assigning him push-ups as punishment (which he immediately takes back when Mateo tries to do them). I'll give Mateo a little bit of credit for actually apologizing this time (which he doesn't always do). But it's still frustrating that everyone is so ready to forgive and forget Mateo's missteps immediately while this same courtesy is seldom shown to others.

I think it's worth directly comparing a few Mateo-centric episodes with a few more similar ones that focus on other characters so that we can see how there does seem to be a noted narrative bias in his favor compared to the others.

Let's start with two "feeling kind of insecure" episodes: "Spellbound" for Mateo vs. "Naomi Knows Best" for Naomi. In the former, Mateo expresses doubt that he's capable of rising to the occasion as royal wizard. No one (except Gabe and he gets over it by the end of the episode) blames him for not having reached his full level of confidence and potential right away and not being able to immediately solve the problem. And Elena in particular (and by extension the narrative) gives him so much validation and support. Whereas in "Naomi Knows Best" (and to a lesser extent "Finders Leapers" and the "Carla-as-Rita" arc as well) the narrative "punishes" Naomi for her feelings of self-doubt. We're told that *if only* Naomi had trusted her gut instincts and stood her ground right away, Elena and co would not fallen right into the trap and that Naomi needs to screw her head back on straight and embrace confidence ASAP to fix her mistake.

When Mateo feels insecure, the narrative gives him every reassurance about how capable and special he is, that he can learn at his own pace, and his insecurity isn't really such a problem after all. When Naomi feels insecure, the narrative encourages her to get over her doubts as quickly as possible because unlike with Mateo, there's "no time" for her to wallow in self-doubt and actually the fact that she even had said doubt in the first place is what "caused" the disaster.

On a slightly different note, Naomi is also called out for taking a little free, fun time for herself in "The Last Laugh" when the group needs her, and yet somehow I have a feeling that Mateo would've been allowed to take a day off if he wanted without any protest. He complains about long hours in "Movin' on Up" and Elena gives him the big royal wizard's chambers for him to relax and unwind in. Naomi asks for one (1) day off to spend with her childhood friend for her birthday , and suddenly it's big drama. (And at the time, Naomi asked for said day off, all Elena needed from her was help doing paperwork. The Team Ash stuff came up unexpectedly.)

Similarly whenever Gabe and Mateo get their little rivalry on ("Spellbound," "Party of a Lifetime," "Captain Mateo" and a few other examples) , the narrative either presents them as equally at fault or Mateo as the only one in the right.

When Gabe brings in Bronzino to train the Royal Guards in magic, it's specifically because Mateo failed to explain how and why he was training the guards in the way he was. If he'd just explained how they were going apply the seemingly basic exercise they were doing to real magic, Gabe likely would've allowed Mateo to continue the training at his own pace.

(Also like. it's super hypocritical imo for Mateo to get annoyed at Gabe feeling impatient/impulsive about their apparent-lack-of progress when Mateo himself is easily the second most impulsive character in the show after Elena.) Mateo feels entitled to keep important information to himself (or blab it to a cute girl he barely knows) even when its no one else's best interest. He's only okay with being "cautious and patient" when he specifically is the one setting the pace. And yet, Gabe is the only one who is called out for his behavior in this episode--even though he might not have acted as he did if only Mateo had trusted him and the guards with an explanation in the first place.

And then there's just a few other "dude not cool" little moments that never really get acknowledged/Mateo never apologizes for. For instance, there a two low-key terrifying Mateo moments in "Captain Mateo" that are not only not acknowledged but are also framed in context as Mateo being just "so funny and quirky". Near the end of "Should be in Charge," Mateo magically gags Gabe so he can't protest anymore about Mateo taking over as leader of the mission. And this is after having already enchanted one of the stationary suits of armor to come to life and fight Gabe. (Gabe admittedly does lightly shove Mateo out of the way during his parts of the song, but that's still a far cry from literally drawing a sword on Mateo as Mateo does via magic to Gabe.)

It's played for laughs (The Grand Council is just smiling happily in the background throughout the scene which is so yikes), so it's easy to overlook what's actually happening. Frankly, it's pretty horrifying that Mateo's natural instinct upon his experience/authority being questioned is to literally attack and then silence. (And attack and silence someone who is supposed to be one of his best friends and closest allies at that!)

Rather than the narrative acknowledging that maybe it's a bad idea to immediately grant power to someone to someone who is so retaliatory against fairly minor criticism, the Grand Council just gives Mateo exactly what he wants and doesn't even offer a "maybe next time, let's not gag or attack our friends, okay?" alongside it. I mean sure Mateo does step down as captain at the end of the episode, but it's very specifically presented as his and Gabe's voluntary choice and not an order from Elena/the Council.

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Bad movie I have Weedjies!: Halloweed Night 2019

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The Garage Sale I

Jack, a towering figure of masculine power, his straight, tall body sculpted by rigorous bodybuilding routines. He stands confidently in a pair of skin-tight black shorts, showcasing his muscular physique. Above the waist, he dons a vibrant black tank top, the material stretching tautly across his broad chest and bulging biceps, emphasizing his strength. His attire is completed with a pair of white sneakers, the laces tightly bound to mirror the snug fit of his clothing. A silver necklace with a gothic cross rests against his collarbone, reflecting the sun's glow. In his right hand, he holds a cardboard sign that reads "Jack' Closet Sale" in bold, hand-drawn letters. Behind him looms an ancient-looking house with ivy climbing up the walls, hinting at a long lineage of secrets and mystical heritage. The setting is a quaint neighborhood with well-maintained lawns, adding a whimsical contrast to Jack's dominant presence. A sense of intrigue is cast over the scene as we realize that Jack, the owner of the house, hails from a lineage of witches. The vibrant garments displayed on a rack beside Jack suggest an eclectic taste that blends with the enigmatic aura of the house's history. The array of tight-fitting shirts, leather jackets, and dark pants speak to Jack's edgy, magical style. The sun shines brightly, casting sharp shadows that play across Jack's defined abs and the various fabrics of the clothes for sale, while a gentle breeze whispers through the air, stirring the leaves of a nearby tree. The scene is alive with a palpable energy, the juxtaposition of Jack's alpha demeanor and the whimsical, mysterious backdrop of the house inviting passersby to explore the secrets and treasures hidden within the garments. Little did the buyers know, these garments contains magic which the buyers will know once they tried to wear them.

A tender moment between two skinny young men, Anthony and Tony, whose love for each other is unmistakable. They stand in an intimate embrace, their bodies intertwined in a way that speaks of deep connection and comfort. The light from the sun casts a warm, soft glow upon their faces, highlighting the love in their eyes and the gentle smile that plays on their lips. Both are dressed casually yet stylishly, with Tony in a fitted t-shirt that emphasizes his lean frame and Mateo in a button-up shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing his slender neck. The contrast of their dark and light hair, Tony's in a short, spiky style and Mateo's in loose waves, adds a visual interest to their embrace. Their slender arms are wrapped around each other, and their long fingers are interlocked in a delicate yet strong grip.

As they walk, their eyes are drawn to the unusual spectacle of the garage sale. They see Jack, a colossal figure, his muscles rippling like waves of power beneath his clothes. The sight of him is so unexpected in this serene neighborhood that it feels like a mirage, a sudden jolt of the extraordinary amidst the ordinary. His biceps bulge in a way that seems almost supernatural, and the vibrancy of his black tank top draws their gaze like a beacon. The two lovers exchange a look of wonder, their curiosity piqued by the stark contrast between the seller and the delicate garments he's peddling. They whisper to each other, their voices low and filled with excitement, as they contemplate the story behind this mysterious man and his enigmatic wares.

They approach the rack of clothes, their eyes scanning over the fabrics, colors, and styles. The wind picks up, carrying with it the faint scent of incense, hinting at the arcane nature of the garments. The shirts and jackets seem to whisper secrets to them, promising an adventure beyond their wildest dreams. And then, as if by fate, Anthony's hand brushes against a piece of white spandex. His eyes widen in amazement as he tugs it out, revealing its form-fitting shape and sheen.

"Hey, Tony," Anthony says, his voice thick with excitement, "Check this out."

Tony looks over and sees the white spandex in Anthony's hand. His eyes light up with understanding, knowing the allure it holds for his partner. He chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, really?"

Jack, noticing their interest, steps closer. "That's a fine piece of clothing," he says, his deep voice resonating with a hint of amusement. "It's one of my favorites. It's got a bit of a… stretch to it."

Anthony blushes, the heat rising in his cheeks as he holds up the white spandex. "How much for this?" he asks, trying to keep his voice steady.

Jack, with a knowing smile, says, "That'll be twenty bucks. It's a special piece, one of a kind."

Anthony nods, his heart racing as he hands over the cash. The transaction feels charged with more than just money changing hands; it's as if he's purchasing a ticket to a new world of pleasure and power dynamics. Tony takes the spandex from Jack, holding it up to his own body with a playful smirk.

"I'll wear it for you tonight," he says, his voice low and seductive, sending a thrill through both of them. The fabric seems to glow with promise, stretching tautly between Tony's fingers.

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The sun dips below the horizon, and the neighborhood grows quiet. The only sounds are the distant laughter of children and the occasional car passing by. Inside the house, the curtains are drawn, and the lights are dimmed, creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere. The air is filled with the scent of their dinner, a romantic meal they've prepared together.

Anthony lies on the bed, his skin pale and almost translucent against the white sheets. His chest rises and falls with shallow breaths, his anticipation building as he imagines Tony wearing the white spandex. He runs his fingers over his own flat stomach, tracing the lines of his ribs and the contours of his lean frame. The black briefs he wears cling to his hips, showcasing the excitement of what's to come.

The sound of the shower running fills the house, the water pounding against the tiles echoing through the walls like a heartbeat. Tony stands in the steamy bathroom, lathering his slender body with soap. He's lost in thought, a smug smile playing on his lips as he visualizes the evening's events unfolding. He runs the bar of soap along his flat chest, his hands gliding over his flat stomach and down his narrow waist. The warm water cascades over him, highlighting his skinny body and the sharp angles of his bones.

As the shower comes to an end, Tony steps out, wrapping a towel around his waist and grabbing the white spandex from the counter. He slides it over his legs, the fabric clinging to his skin with surprising ease. Despite being a bit large, it seems to hug him in all the right places, showcasing his toned thighs and the outline of his manhood. He pulls it up over his hips, feeling a strange heat radiating through his body. The spandex fits snugly around his waist, the elastic digging in slightly, as if the garment itself is alive and eager to become one with him.

Walking into the bedroom, Tony lets the towel drop to the floor. The sight of him in the spandex sends a jolt through Anthony, his eyes widening with desire. "Damn, Tony, that looks… incredible on you," he murmurs, his voice husky with arousal. The room seems to pulse with energy as Tony struts towards the bed, the spandex accentuating every step.

"You look… amazing," breathes out Anthony, his voice thick with desire. The compliment hangs in the air, a palpable force that makes Tony's confidence swell. He knows he's not the most muscular or the most traditionally attractive man, but in this moment, he feels like a Greek god.

Tony approaches the bed with a predatory grace that's new to him, the white spandex shimmering with an otherworldly glow. The fabric seems to pulsate with every step he takes, the room's shadows dancing along with his movements. The scent of their dinner has been replaced by the intoxicating aroma of pheromones and excitement.

Tony, feeling an unusual surge of horniness from the magical spandex's influence, Tony leans in and captures Anthony's mouth in a passionate kiss. The suddenness of it takes his breath away, but he eagerly returns the favor, their tongues dancing together as if they've been waiting for this moment forever. The spandex seems to pulse with energy, the material seeming to tighten around Tony's body, fueling his desire.

The kiss is demanding, almost aggressive, as Tony's hands move to grip the sides of the headboard. He pulls himself closer to his lover, his lean body pressing against the firmness of the bed. The fabric of the spandex whispers against their skin, a seductive sound that seems to echo their passionate intentions. The room feels electrified, the air thick with the scent of lust and the promise of something more.

Anthony, feeling the sudden change in Tony's demeanor, gasps as his partner's hands begin to roam over his body, the touch growing more insistent, more powerful. Tony's grip on the headboard tightens to pin down his lover, his fingers digging into the wooden frame.

With a fiery hunger in his eyes, Tony reaches down and frees his cock from the confines of the spandex. It stands tall and proud, the veins pulsing with a magical vigor that matches the rhythm of his racing heart. He lines it up with Anthony's quivering hole, the tip of his erection glistening with pre-cum. The room seems to hold its breath as the two men lock eyes, the tension palpable as they hover on the brink of something incredible.

Anthony feels Tony's hardness press against him. He moans, the sound deep and needy, his own cock responding in kind. The anticipation is exquisite, a delicious ache that makes him squirm with pleasure.

As Tony's hips begin to move, his cock sliding along the cleft of Anthony's ass, the spandex seems to come alive, the material tightening and releasing with each thrust. The sensation is unlike anything Tony has ever experienced, the fabric almost seeming to breathe with him, to move in sync with his body.

With a growl, Tony's hand comes down on Anthony's plump, round cheek, the sound echoing through the room. The slap resonates with power, leaving a red handprint that seems to glow against the pale skin. The shock of pain sends a jolt through both of them, but instead of recoiling, it only seems to heighten their arousal. The spandex stretches and clings to Tony's body, the fabric moving with him like a living thing, as if it's urging him on, feeding off the energy of their desire.

Tony's cock feels like it's swelling, growing larger and more substantial with every thrust. He's never felt anything like this before.

Anthony gasps as Tony's hand squeezes his hip, his fingers digging into the flesh. The spandex around Tony's waist is stretching, the fabric straining against his suddenly growing frame. His abs are becoming more defined, the lines between each one deepening and becoming more pronounced. His chest is expanding, the muscles swelling.

The transformation is subtle at first, but it's as if the very essence of the magical garment is seeping into Tony's skin, reconfiguring him into something more than human. His arm, the one holding onto the headboard, bulges with newfound strength, the veins popping out as if they're about to burst through the skin. His shoulder widens, the muscles growing taut and powerful.

Anthony feels it, too, the bed shaking beneath them as Tony's body changes. He watches in awe as Tony's back, once a canvas of lean muscles and smooth skin, begins to expand, each vertebrae becoming more pronounced, the muscles swelling and rippling with every thrust, tracing the contours of his newfound power.

The white spandex, stretches and morphs with Tony's legs, bulging with each flex and release of his newfound muscularity. The fabric clings to his calves and thighs like a second skin, the material seemingly alive and responsive to his every movement. Each pump of his legs is now a display of unbridled strength, the spandex tightening around his quads as they bulge and release like pistons.

Anthony's eyes are wide with a mix of fear and excitement, watching as Tony's body continues to change. The man he loves is becoming something else, something more powerful and primal. The spandex, once a mere piece of clothing, now seems to be the vessel for an ancient power, molding Tony into a creature of pure, sexuality. Tony's hips rock into him with an intensity that's almost violent, the fabric of the spandex whispering with each powerful thrust, the sound sending shivers down their spines.

As Tony's body changes, so does his mind. Images of female beauty flood his thoughts, and for a brief, disorienting moment, he feels a strange arousal thinking of a young woman appearing in his mind. Her breasts bounce slightly with each step she takes, and he feels his cock throb with a hunger that's foreign to him. The spandex seems to pulse with a dark energy, feeding on his confusion and amplifying his desires.

The room seems to spin around them, the air thick with the scent of magic and the heady aroma of lust. Tony's eyes glaze over, no longer focused on the man beneath him but on the phantom female figures that dance in his mind's eye. He can almost feel the softness of breasts, the wetness of a pussy, the heat of a woman's embrace. His hips continue to thrust, driven by the power of the magic within the spandex, his body moving almost involuntarily as he chases the illusions in his thoughts.

With a final, powerful thrust, Tony's body goes rigid, and he roars out his climax, his cock pulsing with the power of the magical spandex. The fabric seems to glow brighter, the aura surrounding it pulsating with every spurt of cum. The intensity of the moment overwhelms them both, and their orgasms crash together like waves upon the shore, leaving them gasping and trembling in the aftermath.

Exhausted by the sheer power of their lovemaking, their bodies entwined in a mess of sweat and passion, they slowly come down from their peak. The room returns to a gentle stillness, the only sound their heavy breathing and the distant whispers of the night.

Tony lies there, his body now a monument to power and desire, the spandex clinging to him like a second skin. His newfound muscles, bulging and defined, cast strange shadows on the wall as he catches his breath. The fabric whispers as it settles against him, seemingly satisfied with the transformation it has wrought. His mind swims with the images of feminine beauty that have taken over his thoughts, a stark contrast to the man he's always been.

Anthony sleeps soundly, oblivious to the turmoil within his partner. His slender body, so fragile in comparison to the new titan beside him, rises and falls with each breath he takes. The soft curve of his hip is a gentle reminder of the love they've shared, a stark contrast to the newfound aggression and power that now courses through Tony's veins.

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Apartamentos Duquesa - Residential rental (No CC)

I was really inspired to build an apartment building inspired by Mexico City, I havent been to Mexico City itself, but im from an urban city in Mexico so... similar I guess I made sims to live in this appartments, I hope to upload them in the next few days cc-free in my gallery

Lot size: 30x20

Lot type: Residential Rental

Gallery lot name: Apartamentos duquesa

Gallery ID: Wolfcrisp69

More pics under the cut

A barber shop and a tea shop, the tea shop leads to the larger apartment thats 3 floors.

Apartment one: The entrance to the house is behind the tea shop counter, this one has two adult bedrooms and one child bedroom. The sims who live here are Juliana Plata, an ambitious girlboss, her husband Sergio Plata who tends to the tea shop, their son Adrian Plata. Sergio's teen brother needed a place to stay in Ciudad Enamorada after their parent's passing, so he stays with them.

Gallery name for household: Plata Family

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Apartment 2: Apartment for the maintenance person, its a bit dirty, this one is in the first floor. The sim who lives here is Roman Romo.

Gallery ID for household: Roman Romo

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Apartment 3: Influencer's appartment, she does some videos and likes cute stuff! Sim who lives here is Lorena Edgar.

Gallery name for household: Mexican Simfluencer

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Apartment 4: Elder's apartment. They are hoping their son gets married and has children soon. Sims who live here are elderly couple Don Oliveiro Juarez and Sofia Juarez, their son Mateo doesn't live with them.

Gallery ID for household: Juarez Family

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Apartment 5: Bro's first apartment. A n apartment made for a guy who likes exercise and is a bit of a slob. The sim who lives here is named Victor Guevara.

Gallery ID for household: Victor Guevara

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Floor plans of the lot

Extra pics during gameplay

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Good morning, fam! Doing another work is published day since I didn’t get to tease this one much. From All The Stars Are Closer, which is live on ao3 now!!! ✨

The group makes quite the spectacle as they enter the pool deck, TK must admit. He sees several heads turn in their direction and he’s not sure if all of the attention is positive. Everyone’s wearing brightly-colored swimwear, a decision they made in the group text thread as an homage to the Clue murder mystery party they attended a while ago where they each dressed up as a character from the board game.

Carlos as Professor Plum is donning bright purple trunks that hug his ass and thighs in all the right places. TK has opted for a pair of shimmery red trunks and a matching red button up accented with pink flamingos.

Marjan looks chic as always in her white rashguard suit that she’s paired with a white and gold floor length sarong and a matching headscarf that glitters when the specks of gold catch the sunlight.

Nancy’s rocking a periwinkle two piece with a royal blue visor and a teal fanny pack while Paul and Mateo wear yellow and lime green trunks respectively. And Iris, who hadn’t been present for the Clue party, was assigned the character of Miss Melba Peach and is wearing a soft orange one piece with her hair pulled high in a bright orange scrunchie.

“Oh my god,” Carlos groans when he sees all the eyes on them. “I can’t believe I let you all talk me into this. Again.”

“What are you talking about, Carlos?” Nancy grins, turning around to walk backwards so she can shoot him an over-the-top wink. “You look hot. We all do.”

“We look like a walking pride parade,” he shoots back, waving a hand as if to point out all the colors of the rainbow.

“Well it is a gay bachelor party, bro,” Mateo proclaims rather proudly.

“Let me know if you want me to break out my mustache,” Paul jokes and everyone bursts into peals of laughter, remembering how ridiculous he looked with his massive glued-on handlebar mustache and monocle as Colonel Mustard.

“Okay,” Carlos says, slinging one arm around TK and the other around Marjan. “Let’s just try not to draw too much attention.”

TK laughs and grabs the hand Carlos has draped across him, linking their fingers. “Not draw attention? With you?” He pauses to bite at Carlos’s ear. “Impossible.”

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Alexander Skarsgård wearing the 'Mateo' via Mackage Ig (x) Thanks Swedish Delish, and alexanderskarsgard_archive on Ig.

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Spring Summer 2024 brand ambassador Alexander Skarsgård dons the MATEO [X]

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Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 23 Group 115

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

The Sinners: Dante, Yi Sang, Faust, Don Quixote, Ryōshū, Meursault, Hong Lu, Sinclair, Outis, Gregor, Rodion, Heathcliff, Vergilius, Charon, Ishmael

Firehouse 126: Owen Strand, TK Strand, Marjan Marwani, Paul Strickland, Judd Ryder, Mateo Chavez, Tommy Vega, Nancy Gillian, Carlos Reyes & Grace Ryder

Submissions are still open!

The Sinners:

Through every universe and timeline, they are always together no matter what. Also Rodya and Gregor are basically Sinclairs parents at this point. also i just really like limbus company

First of all. Exact even gender divide!!!!!. Second of all they’re soulmates in the funniest way possible (Through every possible mirror world, they are still coworkers). Third of all they’re all named after classic literature which , frankly , Is transgender as helle,. Fourth of all They’re all so autistic It makes my little brainweird heart happy. Also sidenote sorry I can’t add an image I had to VERY WUICKLY open thsi up on my phone but … My sillies …

Hrgrhnrhr just. They are all So Different in terms of background w the only commonality being that they aren't exactly Good People (tm) but!!! Even though they start out being coworkers *at best* they!!!! End up caring for each other So Much even by the 3rd chapter,, and chapter 3.5 Hells Chicken (a sort of "beach episode" to know more about the characters and the world) was So So So good like. They're just a bunch of silly little guys your honor and in my heart of hearts they're also all a flavor of trans and autistic. No neurotypical would go on a rhyming paragraphs long review of a dish that was literally thrown in their face thank you

Firehouse 126:

Sorry, I got no propaganda for them yet :(

[deathcast-offical]

This question has been in my head for A WHILE... Is Mateo Asexual??? or well has he ever thought about it??? I DON"T KNOW it just been in my head for a bit!

Mateo: (thinking about it) Y'know, I don't really care for things such as sex since it's sort of never on my mind. If Rufus ever asked, hm, I'd probably be open to it. Maybe asexuality is for me? I'll look more into it. (smiling)

[citylighten]

the following day mateo would run into don at a restaurant and feel very nervous

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Punch Out!! Family/Sibling Headcanons (Branch A)

@ashtxeman Just did this but I decided to add my own onto this dumpster fire blog cause... why not?

Glass Joe:

Father: Louis (Deceased (trampled by horses))

Mother: Amelié (Alive)

Siblings: None

Von Kaiser:

Father: Hans (Alive)

Mother: Hilda (Deceased (died to lung cancer))

Siblings: Henri (Older Brother)

Disco Kid:

Father: ??? (Status Unknown)

Mother: Denise (Alive)

Siblings: Dean (Older Brother (yes I stole this from @sukipershipper FITE ME)

King Hippo:

Father: ??? (Presumed Dead)

Mother: ??? (Presumed Dead)

Siblings: ???

Piston Hondo:

Father: Makoto (Deceased (died in a car crash))

Mother: Aiko (Deceased (died in a car crash))

Siblings: Aoi (Older Brother)

Bear Hugger:

Father: ??? (Status Unknown)

Mother: ??? (Presumed Alive)

Siblings: Courtney (Younger Sister)

Great Tiger:

Father: Raktim (Alive)

Mother: Nithya (Alive)

Siblings: Ishaan (Older Brother), Amrita (Younger Sister), Roshni (Younger Sister)

Don Flamenco:

Father: Pedro (Alive (yes I stole from Suki again... I am not creative))

Mother: Maria (Alive)

Siblings: Diego (Deceased Older Brother (died in a motorcycle crash), Julia (Older Sister), Mateo (Younger Brother), Marco (Younger Brother), Gabriella (Younger Sister), Lucas (Younger Brother), Sofia (Younger Sister)

Aran Ryan:

Father: ??? (Status Unknown)

Mother: Saoirse (Alive)

Siblings: Moira (Twin Sister), Sinead (Younger Sibling), Seán (Younger Brother), Brian (Younger Brother), Rory (Younger Sister)

Soda Popinski:

Father: ??? (Deceased (died while serving in the army, Soda doesn't remember his name))

Mother: Erika (Status Unknown)

Siblings: Ivan (Older Brother), Igor (Older Brother), Dmitri (Younger Brother)

Bald Bull:

Father: Demir (Alive)

Mother: ??? (Deceased (died during labour))

Siblings: None (he has a step-sister but he hates her)

Super Macho Man:

Father: Michael (Alive)

Mother: Cynthia (Alive)

Siblings: Brittany (Younger Sister)

Mr Sandman:

Father: Frazier (Deceased (committed suicide))

Mother: Jessica (Alive)

Siblings: Natalie (Older Sister), Monika (Younger Sister), Mandy (Younger Sister)

Little Mac:

Father: ??? (Status Unknown)

Mother: Susan (Alive)

Siblings: Maisy (Younger Sister)