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luvjunie · 1 year ago

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KNEW BETTER — e42!miles x fem!reader

SUMMARY. the alluring pull of a stranger entices you to make a risky decision all too familiar to your last WORD COUNT. 3,754 CONTENTS. miles and reader are in their late teens for realistic purposes, language, brief mention of a kiss, my attempt at an adequate plot and characterizations that actually have substance SONG INSPO. “knew better/forever boy” by ariana grande AUTHOR’S NOTE. i currently have no plans to take this further but inspiration struck and i had to write it lolll

How did you end up here?

Sticking out like a sore thumb on the roof top of a family party that definitely wasn’t yours, though they’d started to feel like it in the last few months. It’s not like your family would be mature enough to come together, put their pride aside for five minutes, and get along the way these people were. And after your parents’ separation became official earlier this year, negotiation was way out of the question. This distraction from the chaos you left back home was more than welcomed.

Your friend’s hand was starting to pale from how hard you were clutching onto it, yet you didn’t notice. The music was loud and a little upbeat for your taste, but you slightly bobbed your head to it anyway, a mindless thing you found yourself doing regardless of whether you could understand the lyrics to the song or not. There's no way you’d be caught dead at a party looking as if you didn’t have at least an ounce of rhythm.

Noticing your nerves, as well as the growing ache of her fingers, your friend Camila turned her head to the side, her silky, chestnut brown tresses flowing over her shoulder when she shouted over the bass of the speakers.

“Don’t be nervous! They’re all real nice, I promise!”

"Camila—" barely hearing what she said, you stopped for a second to give a sweet smile to an older lady who passed you, then softly tugged her arm to get her attention. “Can’t we just, stay in that cute little corner over there with the—“ you paused. “What are those— enchiladas?”

“Empanadas.” She corrected with a lighthearted eyeroll, her Queen’s accent heavy on her tongue. “And no way! I want you to meet everyone.”

"Everyone—wait what?” Your eyes bulged. You probably resembled a looney-tunes character at the moment. “I thought I’d officially met everyone last month at the uhh— the fuckin—“ You made a wafting motion with your hands, as if it’d prompt your brain to get your thoughts out as quickly as the two of you were walking. “The Heritage Month BBQ, thingy?”

This was the first time the doe-eyed girl had stopped to look at you throughout your walk through the venue—like, actually look at you—and of course it was only to laugh at your ridiculous observation. She nearly doubled over.

“Ha!- Yeah, nah. That was a funny joke though.” she giggled. “That was family family. This is family and family friends. So basically, more family. You know that!”

Oh yeah. Makes complete sense. Family didn’t even sound like a word anymore at this point, you thought to yourself as she pulled the both of you to a stop at the drink table.

You and Camila had been friends ever since the second grade. The girl had the prettiest hazel eyes and the longest, shiniest hair you'd ever seen. Since time she’s liked to refer to herself as the “Puerto Rican-Filipina Rapunzel", and though the term she’d come up with was a bit of a mouthful, you’d be lying if you tried to disagree.

She’d waltzed up to your secluded spot at indoor recess in Mrs. Walter’s class, demanded the two of you be friends, and even gave you a pink Hello Kitty sticker to accompany her proposition.

And seeing as you couldn’t remember much before that, you really couldn’t remember a time when Camila wasn’t in your life, either. Protecting you from anyone who might have anything to say about her bestfriend, and always quick to step in front of you and get in someone’s face about it, even if the someone in question was a burly 6’3 football player who had to crane his neck to look down at who was cursing him out a mile a minute.

If people saw Camila, they saw you, too. That’s just how the two of you rolled. And yeah, you’d been to more than a few family parties, slapped on some low-waisted, bejeweled miss-me jeans and boots to fit in with the dress code, and attended a few bailes even though you couldn’t dance for shit. But you’d never been to a gathering of theirs that was this large. What was the occasion?

As you watched her scoop a ladle of some sort of homemade drink mix into a red solo cup, you realized you’d unintentionally asked the question in your head.

“So, what’s the big occasion?” You took in your surroundings, noting how happy everyone looked.

“Ah, my aunt finished her M.D program, or somethin’ like that. Basically, she’s gonna be a real big doctor soon, so you know we had to party. My cousin invited me."

“Mm,” you nodded stalely, accepting the cup she quickly pushed into your hand before she went to pour another for herself.

“Speaking of my cousin…”

There was a mischievous glint in Camila’s eyes. Was mischevious the right word? Maybe excited, but either way, you didn’t like it one bit.

Mid sip, you slowly lowered your drink from your lips, eyes narrowing at her in suspicion.

“Camila Janaé Reyes. What are you plotting?”

“Nothingggg!”

Judging by that tone, it was definitely not nothing.

“I just want you to meet him, that’s all.” Her words drawled as she gave you one of her sickeningly sweet smiles, and you whined like a child who’d just been asked to put a coat on before leaving the house.

“Seriously, ‘Mila? That’s why you invited me?”

“No! Well… Kinda?” she grimaced.

Your bestfriend could be quite persistent, especially with specific things others didn’t want her to be persistent with. Every human on this earth had a trait that irritated someone or made them slightly less favorable, and of course, that trait is almost impossible to recognize in yourself.

This—the overbearing persistence, the thinking that she knew better for everyone than they did themselves—was Camila’s, and it irked you to your core like no other.

“Camila, I told you, no boys. I don’t even think I have it in me after..." The rest of the sentence died on your tongue as your hand came up to pinch the bridge of your nose, prompting Camila to give you a knowing head nod. With her, you didn’t even have to finish the thought.

“I know, I know,” she said. “But his mom’s been a little worried about how quiet he’s gotten and asked if I could bring someone for him to talk to. So, I thought maybe you guys could be friends or something. That’s it! He don’t got many, and you—well…”

You almost cracked a smile at that, even though you were still annoyed with her. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

You somehow found it in you to let your guard down a bit, which, in theory, would probably come back to bite you in the ass later. You just didn’t know how soon that would be the case.

Your shoulders slumped, a telltale sign of you ready to throw in the towel, just this once like you always did. Camila was already getting excited.

“Alright, alright. Who’s your cousin?”

The petite girl rolled her lips inward to bite back a wide grin, and instead of answering you, she slid beside you and slunk her arm around your shoulders. Her neck stretched for a second as she scanned the lively gathering, her eyes widening once she found who she was scouting for.

She gestured with her chin, not wanting to make it obvious.

“See that guy by himself over there? Like, six foot two, wide shoulders, lowkey thinks he’s Batman, kinda gotta mug on him? He’s nice though, swear. When he wants to be.”

You squinted into the distance. “Uhh… I think that’s a woman, ‘Mila.”

She gasped at that, shoving your shoulder hard enough to almost make you stumble. “No not my Tia Beatriz, you bitch!”

“Oh shit—“

A laugh tore through your apology before you could stop it, and the girl next to you made a sound with her throat that was clearly her trying to hold back her own laughter.

"Idiota," she mumbled.

Two hands clamped down on your shoulders before you felt your body shift to the side a bit, someone else coming into view once your perspective changed.

“I’m talkin’bout him.”

The last time you could recall your heart dropping into your ass at this same rate was when your mom caught you trying to stuff your bra in the sixth grade before the bus arrived. And somehow, that feeling still wasn’t comparable to this.

This—this was much different.

“Y’see him?”

How could you not?

A little ways down, casually leaned back on an elbow at the tall edge of the roof, stood a lanky-looking, brownskinned boy who was far too handsome for his own good. Clad in a fitted black shirt and a cropped leather jacket, you could tell that piece of clothing alone cost more than your entire outfit. He was rocking some straight-legged, black cargo pants and a pair of Air Jordan 1’s you’d never seen before. There was a jaded look plastered on his face, and something about his body language led you to believe that he was forcing himself to be here.

You swallowed,

“That’s your cousin?”

Camila’s insanely, good looking, cousin, if you hadn’t mentioned that already. Not even her older brother was this fine. This boy put the childish crush you had on Luis to absolute shame.

“Mm-hm.”

Your gaze alternated back and forth between her and the boy in the distance. "But, you guys don’t—“

“Yeah, yeah, I know. We get that a lot, big family.” She waved you off, probably having heard this a million times.

Her posture suddenly straightened with newfound determination, and it made your heart jump.

“Well, what are we just standin’ here for? Let’s go-“

“Nope. Nuh uh.”

Camila’s head recoiled when she raised a questioning brow at you. “Fuck you mean ‘nuh uh’?”

You balked at her as if the answer were obvious.

“I am not talking to that man!”

“Well why not?” she asked incredulously.

“Because he is fine as hell, are you crazy? I ain’t got no business goin’ over there.” You don’t know why you were lowering your voice; it’s not like he’d be able to hear you over the music anyway.

But, just by a stroke of luck, he suddenly looked up, probably due to the sweltering heat of your eyes dissecting his entire persona.

“Anddd now he’s looking at me. Oh my god,” you whisked around as casually as you could play off, fingers pressed to your hot forehead as you cursed beneath your breath.

His line of sight was cast in your direction, and though he could’ve been looking right past you, which was simply wishful thinking on your end, that was a chance you absolutely weren’t going to take.

“Yeah, he’s always able to catch people staring. I don't know how he does it… And s’kinda weird now that I think about it…” Camila mumbled distractedly to herself, her pondering eyes drifting skywards. A sharp elbow to her side, yours to be exact, was enough to pull her out of her observation and earn you a pained whine.

“Focus! What do I do now? He probably thinks I’m a creep.” you groaned.

A puff of amused air blew from her nose. “Yeah, I doubt that. He’s a bit of an odd ball himself.”

That definitely did nothing to make you feel better.

“Besides, he don’t bite,"

Your feet weren’t moving on your own accord as you began walking; it was Camila tugging you out of your in-plain sight hiding spot and towards the very boy you were just marveling at.

“I think.” she added.

“Camila, I really don’t think this is a good idea—“

Through the rush of the brief murmur-screamed argument you had with her, the walk over to him was surprisingly much shorter than your brain had estimated it to be. And of course, ever the gentleman with perfect manners, the boy in question clicked his phone off and tucked it away in his front pocket once he saw the both of you approaching him.

Camila put on her sweetest voice, and albeit a bit annoying, her intentions were pure.

“Heyyy, Miles! How are you?”

Miles. That’s a cute name. Or is it only cute because I think he’s cute? Fuck, I’m spacing out, aren’t I?

The light baritone in his voice edged you to believe that it was the latter.

“Hey cous’, I’m straight.”

Miles was talking to Camila, but he was staring dead at you while he did, as if he was purposely trying to send you into a terribly premature fit of cardiac arrest.

He had a solemn look to him; face hardened with faint frown lines that seemed a bit unfitting for his age. The only resemblance these two shared was the striking allure of hazeled eyes and how they were both able to have people lost in them without even trying. There was an energy that radiated from him—something about his presence that you felt a pull towards. It wasn’t intimidating, or brooding, no. It was more on the lines of intoxicating. And it didn’t necessarily make you uncomfortable, per se, but the fact that you couldn’t pinpoint the exact feeling his stare was giving you most definitely did.

It was a known fact that you couldn’t hold eye contact for shit, and an observing Miles easily picked up on that after the third time your eyes had darted back and forth between his own and any random object you could keep your attention on. So, when he finally decided to spare you and directed them towards his chirpy cousin instead, you felt like you could finally breathe again and stole an embarrassingly deep inhale that nearly made you lightheaded.

“So wassup, who’s this?” Miles motioned towards you with a slight tilt of his head, hands nonchalantly planted in the pockets of his jacket.

Now that the focus was off you for a second, you used this to your advantage and took a moment to get a good, close look at him.

Everything about him was clean cut and neat—strategic. From his sharp, tapered hairline that was so precise that not a single strand of hair was out of place, to the tidy twin braids that kissed his shoulders, and even down to his shoes. They were crisp, and looked like he’d taken them right out the box before he came here, but you could tell that wasn’t the case. It was clear from the way he carried himself and the fresh ass silver cuban link hanging round his neck that he simply cared about his appearance enough to keep them that way.

“This,” A subtle, yet intentional squeeze to your right arm brought you back to the conversation. “is Y/n, my bestfriend. I don’t think she’s met you yet, so I just thought I’d introduce the two of you.”

He didn’t even nod. You weren’t even sure if he blinked. All he gave was a vague,

“Mm.”

What the fuck did that mean? Was that a good mm, or a bad mm?

Your ruminating was interrupted when Camila quietly murmured something to Miles that you couldn’t quite make out, her eyes hard in warning.

“Sé amable y no hagas nada estúpido. De verdad.” (Be nice and don’t do anything stupid. For real.)

He kissed his teeth at that, an indistinct irritation lingering in his tone at the latent reprimanding. “Nunca hago nada estúpido.” (I never do anything stupid.)

Brows bunched in confusion, your lashes fluttered in annoyance upon realizing it was their intent to keep you out of the brief exchange.

“Well,” Camila clapped her hands. “I’ll leave y’all kids to it! I need to go grab some of those pinchos before they’re all gone.” Both you and Miles sent an irked look her way when she gave a cheesy thumbs up and dipped.

It was just the two of you now, and since names were already out of the way, you hadn’t the slightest idea of where to start. But the worry didn’t last long; Miles was the first to speak up, which you were more than grateful for.

“So, how you know my cousin again?” His brow peaked. “Don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

Miles was good with faces—excellent, actually. He spent a lot of time people watching; knew most of Brooklyn by now, and he definitely wouldn’t have forgotten a face like yours. So he let his eyes drink you in from head to toe, committing you to memory. And damn, he sure picked a good day to be social.

You tried to focus on your answer instead of the glint of his earrings or the sharp of his jaw when his head turned to the side, so you settled on studying the buildings that lined the magenta-stained skyline in the distance.

“Well, there’s not much to it, really. I met her in the second grade, and she said we were bestfriends now, no questions asked. Guess it’s been that way ever since.” you shrugged.

“Yeah, sounds like her," he chuckled, shifting to rest both his elbows on the ledge as his back leaned against it. “She can be a little—“

“Persistent?” you interjected knowingly, a small smile painting your features.

“Shit, you tellin’ me," he snorted. “I guess that’s a nicer way to put it.”

Miles picked his cup up from where he’d previously set it down and took a swig. So far, this conversation wasn’t nearly as grueling as he’d expected it to be, and shockingly enough, he might’ve even been enjoying your company.

But unknown to you, this wasn’t the first time Miles had been introduced to one of Camila’s friends. He’d met probably three of them at this point, and honestly, he was a little over his cousin trying to throw him a bone he didn’t ask for. Did he entertain them? Possibly, for fun. Though it’s not like he actually enjoyed their presence. But there was something intriguing about you that he didn’t pick up on with the others, and he was starting to wonder what was in this punch.

“Hol’ on,” a curious look crossed his face. “You from Queens, right?”

“Mhm, grew up in the same building as Camila and everything. Why?”

“You’on really sound like it, that’s all.” he noted. Poking at the inside of your cheek with your tongue, you battled with an answer.

“Yeah, I… go back and forth, a lot.” You gave a half-hearted smile, in which he responded to with a simple nod.

Your brows furrowed as a sudden realization dawned on you.

“Y’know, now that I think about it... I don’t think I’ve ever seen you, either. You don’t come around often, do you?”

“Mm,” His lips pushed into an upturned frown—that thing people usually did when someone wasn’t far from being correct. He gave a shadowy answer and changed the subject.

“You could say that. Camila’s brought you to one of these before, I’m guessing?”

“Mm-hm, all the time.” You nodded, swirling around the fizzy liquid in your cup. “I usually chill with the elders, though.”

“Heard that.” Miles understood you completely, the corner of his mouth lifting into a lopsided smile.

Now that you’d had the chance to actually speak with him, he wasn’t nearly as aloof as you’d presumed him to be.

“This your mom’s party?”

“Yes ma'am." he hummed.

You took a quick breath in through your nostrils, and Miles almost laughed at how much one word affected you.

"So..." Your eyes cautiously dragged their way over to him. “Why aren’t you celebrating with everyone else?”

Your tone was careful. Like you already knew your question was personal.

His jaw tensed for a beat and his smile dimmed a little, but he was shrugging and back to his coolheaded mien before you could make any inferences on how your question might’ve made him feel.

“Just like bein’ by my lonely, I guess. Better this way.”

Every human on this earth had a trait that irritated someone or made themselves slightly less favorable, and this was yours. Asking intimate questions too soon, unintentionally trying to uproot information about someone’s life through the innocent curiosity that usually got you into trouble.

“S’ain’t really my kind of vibe anyway." he admitted with a flippant gesture toward the party.

You mindlessly fiddled with the charm bracelet dangling from your wrist.

“And what’s your ‘kind of vibe?’”

It was a genuine question. Honest. You knew his confession came in passing, yet that didn’t deter you from wondering what he was thinking when he said it.

Miles’ aureate gaze floated to your person, and you watched as he studied your features. Eyes flitting between the both of yours, as if he were trying to get a read on you without having to ask.

You relaxed a little when he finally cracked a mirth-kissed grin.

“You just full of questions, huh?” he teased, a glint in his eye.

Somewhere in the midst of this conversation, his body had turned towards yours, and you hadn’t noticed until now that he was facing you completely. You looked to him with the same intensity he gave you and played right back.

“You could say that.”

There were a few seconds of internal struggle, seen in the way he fought to pull his gaze away. Teeth biting at the inside of his cheek like he needed a taste of pain to remind him to behave. But, when he caught sight of the way you were looking at him, that little voice in the deep of his mind wasn’t nearly loud enough for him to listen to it.

Licking at his dry lips, he knew better, but he asked anyway with an appetent tilt of his head.

“You wanna get outta here?”

—

Now how did you end up here?

Party forgotten like an old toy on Christmas morning. A newfound agenda on your mind and a new pair of lips on yours to match.

You knew good and well that the question he asked didn’t entail stepping away from the party to get a breath of clean air; in fact, you were finding it quite difficult to breathe right about now.

Huh, and here you thought he was a gentleman.

And Miles was fully aware that this was probably a bad idea, but when he wanted something, it was as if tunnel vision clouded any chance of better judgement.

Every human on this earth had a trait that irritated someone or made them slightly less favorable, and Miles was not excluded from this verity.

Starting things he knew he wouldn’t finish, was his.

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cloutchaserkineme · 29 days ago

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wagging

4:38 p.m. October 13 on land somewhere

I was honestly so intrigued by how many people seem to hate Kelly and Max together. I always give things like this a grain of salt, especially with WAGs, since girls always get the brunt of the hate when it comes to high-profile sport couples, because these men are "successful" in a heteronormative sense (they are physically fit and able-bodied, in a male-dominated sport etc.) and therefore the public wants whoever is their partner is to be the same type of successful (beautiful, single, and complements something of the guys' persona). Especially since he's a Libra sun lmao, these signs tend to get the absolute shit if their partners don't "match" them, a manifestation of Venus and Saturn's hatred of non-symmetry.

I've only been interested in F1 for a week, and am just catching up to the dense lore of this highly exclusive and limiting sport, and like any other person I pick my favorites for the most arbitrary reasons- Lewis Hamilton, because he dated my FIlipina queen Nicole Scherzinger, and is probably the only POC driver on the grid who I know actively speaks up on social issues at risk to himself and his career; Alex Albon for consciously choosing to be a Southeast Asian king as well as being a loud and proud WAG to Lily He; and Max Verstappen, for featuring in Cleo Abrams' F1 videos (which kickstarted my interest in this sport in the first place).

But I am of course wondering why people don't like Max's girlfriend. Or at least, the internet circles that I am in don't have a favorable view of her.

(The internet circles I am in talk about her father supporting the Brazilian fascist Bolsonaro, as well as her liking her father's post referring to the Black/mixed race driver on the grid using a racial slur, and Max supporting the PR statement released about that. But I am not talking about my beloved mutuals and our anger at white supremacy somehow finding its fucking way in all aspects of the world. I am talking about the girlies who absolutely hate Kelly just for being Max's girlfriend, when there are tons of reasons we really should just not care about them, or the sport at all.)

It baffled me because on paper M/K are arguably good- both creatures of the racing track, successful scions of F1 families. Him, the best racehorse in the racehorse competition; Her, daddy's girl who grew up around the track, respecting and admiring the horse race. He is a "successful man" in that he dedicated his life to excelling in sport, a move which fulfilled his father's wishes (a win for patriarchy), and she is a "successful woman" in that she is a conventionally attractive supermodel, did not eclipse her father's success, and had a child with a person who belonged in their sphere of influence.

And yet, this girl is haaaaated by the fans among the current WAGs. Baffling! And it's not even because she's conventionally pretty! Alex Saint-Mleux was also hated when she debuted, but the halo effect at least worked on her (a trend that fascinates me, how people also arbitrarily hate women in the spotlight, because I have never seen these F1 WAGs hang out and have fun as a group outside of the paddock and the men in their lives. If they keep their friendship private good for them, but the original WAGs of Victoria Beckham's time were pictured on their outings together... it might be because most of them are of different ages, or the current celebrity culture in the time of cameras makes privacy a luxury now compared to then, which is why the WAGs of F1, arguably considered a more luxurious sport than others, hate being public but! I digress.)

Anyway! synastry of Max and Kelly on the chart here (Inner wheel is Max's confirmed time with an astro.com A rating, while outer wheel is Kelly's natal chart, generated at 12 noon due to lack of confirmed birth time- so ignore the ASC and POF)

First off- that 12H synastry clouds this relationship to the general public. Whatever Max thinks of her, we will never know, but we can intuit from the chart that he thinks of Kelly as an ideal woman- his Scorpio Venus (traditionally "partner" or "wife" in a man's chart) hits her own natal Venus, and perhaps if she was born from early morning to late afternoon, also conjunct her Moon (physical body and expression).

For Max, women usually show up as:

sharp and confusing. the 12H is the house of undoing, unconsciousness, and hidden/foreign objects. he likes the thrill of the chase but won't fully understand why he runs so

wanting something more from him. scorpio as a mars-ruled sign is a sign of action, will, and drive, but the expression of it in water can sometimes make it more intense- think of being stabbed with a large icicle compared to an icepick; or a stalactite falling from the cave ceiling compared to other irregular shaped rocks.

foreign, to the point that the girl may stand out as "being the only one" or isolated. the 12H is hidden from the 1H traditionally, the same way that the conscious mind (1H) could never comprehend the true meaning of dreams and the subconscious (12H). and it is the house where the person literally couldn't know anything- it is the stuff behind them. the 12H is enemies, undoing, jail, prison, places abroad that you will never explore, sleep. not necessarily bad things, but certainly things that make you feel excluded. but how can you be cast out if you didn't know you were exiled in the first place, right?

anyway yeah- that's the general view on how women, as a romantic partner, show up in max's chart.

to overlay her planets on his, there's two hotspots that are of interest- one is kelly's fiery mars that is very happily expressed in aries, and also rules her scorpio planets. her way of action, of being a woman, her feisty, assertive, and perhaps rebellious side intrigues him. what he feels restricted by, she finds freedom in. max, like every other racer currently on the grid right now, is a creature of speed, of action and drive, but the warrior in him is confined to a grid, to a track, to the car. it is good for him that he is naturally smart and detail-oriented, and that F1 takes place around the world (change of scenery is important for sagittarius), so he can find his own satisfaction despite these limitations.

however kelly is really great at choosing the straightest path from a to b. she is direct, and won't subscribe to limitations as well as max does. she will do what she wants. while this might be a turn off for other men, i don't think it is the same for max- he is a martial person. he likes when things go zoom, he likes thrills (not fights- which i will get into when i compare the lestappen synastry soon), and kelly being straightforward and direct is exactly what he wants to see. also her mars in his 5H of romance is literally at its most simple explanation- he finds her attractive and she gets him hard.

the other hotspot is her moon. depending on what time of the day she was born, kelly might have scorpio or sagittarius moon, but I haven't really done a deep dive of her public persona to check which one it is most likely to be. whatever it is, her moon- which represents the physical body as well as emotions/heart- may be hitting his 12H scorpio venus, OR his mars in sagittarius, which is a very potent moon-mars synastry, at which point, it is game over for anyone else who wants to be called mrs. max verstappen.

because whichever one it is, max isn't letting go of her.

max has a gentle streak outside of the hellzone that is the circuit, he has moon and mercury in virgo, along with scorpio venus- traditionally feminine planets in cold signs. he has a close relationship and respect for his mother, he seems to get along well with penelope, and even though he hates the media so he won't participate in most of the marketing bonding strategies on camera, he is constantly referred to as connecting to the other drivers by texting them, including them in conversations, or acknowledging the retired legends.

max has a certain delicacy that he might not even realize is there, but since kelly embodies (moon) this, literally, he feels connected to her in ways he can't with other people. it is very isolating, to be max verstappen, three time world champion and son of jos verstappen, and despite living parallel lives with other drivers, they don't get what it is-

it being, women die on the track. not literally, thank god, but actually, women as an archetype, a medium of creation/agriculture, the first sign of civilization- this is the patriarchy's motorsport, F1 engines and its innovations are a remnant of war & destruction, playing and improving on the heart of dead beasts in steel bodies. choosing glory over women, women as supporters and on the sidelines, and some part of him recognizes that this thing that he has dedicated his life to wouldn't be a safe space for that energy. but he can't give up the race, the same way he couldn't help but be born to his mom.

however, kelly could survive in it- she's a child of the war races too. he feels comfortable knowing she won't be chewed up and spit out by whatever monster of male-first principles feeds off of women and their lives on this track.

that one interview kelly gave where she said that there was something "magical that night" that her and max met, she probably wasn't exaggerating. whether kelly has her moon in his 12H or 1H, or whatever house max's planets fall in her chart, the attraction is there and it is blinding. this relationship could also probably be a source of undoing for max, but i don't think that's likely. i also think that max, despite being a teenager when they first met, was probably waiting all these years for her to be single enough to make his move but then again, i am just a chick on the internet who speculates using esoteric means. i don't know what happened there, just what is shown right now.

i also think that max could only end up with two types of women- one who was born and raised in the same fire from the start, like kelly, or one who is completely removed from the F1 ecosystem entirely, like, idk. a coffee farmer in belize who moonlights as a go go dancer at crazy horse whose special interest is the history of color palettes; or a former astronaut-turned-mugler muse; or a professional, duly-licensed clown for hire who also happens to own a construction company that specializes in eco-concrete. just someone who is so different from what he is that they would never be affected by the pitfalls of a life on the racing circuit. either way, she's got to keep up with his high octane life as much as possible.

(and smart. they have to be smart and loving with their words. he would not tolerate it otherwise. 5H and 12H connections are all good for casual relationships, but the 7H is where the first marriage is seen- and his L7 is Mercury exalted in Virgo 10H, next to his moon. whoever ends up marrying him will attract a lot of criticism as well as idolatry- which is why they have to be witty as hell to transmute that energy into something beautiful.)

However, his Saturn 5H and his Sun, in the exaltation of Libra, may mellow it out over time. No matter who he partners with, as long as he stays with them for a long time, the public will soon warm up to them. Saturn likes longevity, a lesson that some Libras on the grid don't seem to care about, but I digress.

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2:12 p.m. October 14 2024 (because I went out with friends yesterday and cooked soup and slept like a baby)

#t #f1 #astrology #max verstappen #kelly piquet

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@asongofstarkandtargaryen I have found about a new upcoming horror series, Romancero.

This is the info I have found until now:

The cast of the series will be led by Sasha Cócola (Techo y comida, Los hombres de Paco) and the Serbian actress Elena Matic (Kineski zid, Bon voyage). The little that is known about the synopsis is related to its characters, since they are the ones who will give life to Jordán and Cornelia. He is not a boy and he is not a man and she is a girl whose childhood has been stolen. Turned into some strange teenagers, they decide to change their lives and flee from the desert of southern Spain, pushed by circumstances. In their escape from a cruel Andalusia, as real as it is mythical, they come across demons, witches and blood drinkers.

They are accompanied on this adventure by Belén Cuesta (La trinchera infinita, Paquita Salas, La llamada, Cristo y Rey, La casa de papel, Vis a Vis, El Aviso), Ricardo Gómez (El sustituto, La ruta, Cuéntame cómo pasó, Vivir sin permiso, La Casa entre los cáctus, 1898: Los últimos de Filipinas), Guillermo Toledo (Los favoritos de Midas, Crimen perfecto, 7 vidas, Historias de Lavapiés, Juana La Loca, Black is Beltza), the Argentinian actress Julieta Cardinali (Ecos de un crimen, Maradona: Sueño Bendito, Los ricos no piden permiso, Valentín, Carta a Eva) and Alba Flores (La casa de papel, Las cartas perdidas, El tiempo entre costuras, Vis a Vis, Sagrada familia). In addition, to complete the information about the series, Romancero will be set on locations in Almería and Madrid, two of the cities that host the filming of the fiction, in different natural settings in the province of Almería, while the interiors will be filmed in Madrid.

Jordán and Cornelia are two helpless youngsters on the run from the forces of the law, powerful supernatural creatures, and themselves. The series, which has just started filming, will consist of six episodes of 30 minutes each and its action takes place in a single night.

"With echoes of the famous Romancero Gitano, a poetic work by Federico García Lorca (Fuente Vaqueros, Granada, June 5 of 1898 - Víznar, Granada, August 18 of 1936), it seems that the references of Romancero will be very different from each other. Comics, Gothic literature, the stories of witches, ghosts and creatures, the poetry of Federico García Lorca or esotericism, all of this in the enveloping setting of a desert and cruel South, where the clichés of rural Spain and more cañí they coexist with supernatural creatures, violence, revenge, redemption and love”, comments the information provided. "We love that Romancero is a horror series with a strong local point of view, an approach that allows us to offer a different and updated vision of our traditions and culture," says María José Rodríguez, Head of Spanish Originals, Amazon Studios. "We want to offer the public unique stories and different voices that resonate and impact. We are convinced that Romancero will not leave anyone indifferent," says Rodríguez.

"We are very happy to work with Fernando Navarro and Tomás Peña on a project as distinctive as Romancero," James Farrell, Head of International Originals, Amazon Studios, told the press. On behalf of THE MEDIAPRO STUDIO, the producer is Laura Fdz. Espeso and Javier Méndez, Fernando Navarro, Alejandro Florez and Maya Maidagan serve as executive producers. Everyone will be looking for the new original Spanish youth horror series that will replace the gap left by El Internado: Las Cumbres in the new Prime Video catalog. Prime Video has announced its upcoming Spanish original series “Romancero,” a fast-paced horror story with supernatural overtones written by the horror author and screenwriter Fernando Navarro (Venus, Verónica) and directed by Manson collective member Tomás Peña, in which It will be his first foray into a fiction production, after directing video clips for artists such as Rosalía, C. Tangana, Katy Perry, Raw Alejandro, Bad Gyal or The Prodigy.

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Well, I find it very interesting that Romancero Gitano is a source of inspiration for a series, another work of Lorca was adapted some years ago into a film, La Novia (based on the play Bodas de Sangre).

The book is composed of 18 poems: Romance de la luna, luna, Preciosa y el aire, Reyerta, Romance sonámbulo, La monja gitana, La casada infiel, Romance de la pena negra, San Miguel, San Rafael, San Gabriel, Prendimiento de Antoñito el Camborio en el camino de Sevilla, Muerte de Antoñito el Camborio, Muerto de amor, Romance del emplazado, Romance de la Guardia Civil española, Martirio de Santa Olalla, Burla de don Pedro a caballo and Thamar y Amnón.

So, maybe the stories of the characters are inspired on the poems.

It was published in 1928, so maybe the series will be set on the 1920's, although it hasn't been told any concrete period, I don't know if they will through a modern day setting.

Romancero Gitano isn't a horror book but maybe some elements of the poems like metaphors or symbolisms could be taken for some kind of magical elements (and some of the metaphors are a bit strange due to surrealism influences, although surrealism is more a thing from Poeta en Nueva York, writen between the years 1929-30, published in 1940 in Mexico). The other inspiración for the series is Gothic literature, so that would be the source of supernatural elements.

Like, the Romancero book mainly are stories (some of them tragical) about Andalusian Romani people and their culture, and also deals with the marginalization and oppresion suffered by the Romanis because of the Civil Guard (the Spanish Gendarmerie).

Taking a look at the cast for Romancero, Alba Flores is Romani. She's from the Flores family, a famous Andalusian Romani family of artists, in fact Alba's grandmother was the flamenco dancer and singer Lola Flores.

An interesting aspect from Romancero Gitano is that Lorca mixed elements from the literary movements from the early 20th century and the style of poetry from the past, like the "Romancero viejo", that is a collection of anonymous poems from oral tradition from the Iberian Peninsula from the Middle Ages that were later published in books between the 15-16th centuries. Then there's the "Romancero nuevo", that is the total of the writen poetry of known authors since the 16th century (although it's common to focus on the poetry from the 16-17th centuries mainly).

Talking about symbolism, these are the main symbols used by Lorca in Romancero Gitano (although some of them are very common in other of his works):

• Metals (knives, anvils, rings...): the life of Romani people and death.

• Air or wind: tragedy, male eroticism aggressive and violent.

• Mirror: home and sedentary life.

• Water: (in motion) life, (at rest) stagnant passion or death.

• Well: stagnant passion or death

• Horse: unbridled passion that leads to death. It could also mean virility, wild passion or freedom.

• Moon: It is the most used by Lorca, it appears 218 times. Its symbolism depends on how it appears. If it is red it means painful death; black, simply death; big means hope; pointy, has an erotic connotation. I could also mean femininity or sensuality.

• Rooster: sacrifice and destruction of the Romani

• The Civil Guard: they represent authority, therefore symbols of destruction and death over the Romani

• Alcohol: negativity.

• Milk: the natural.

• Wicker rod: lordship, nobility, dignity and elegance of the Romani

•Color green: death. It could also represent love frustration, forbidden desire and male sexual instinct

• Color black: death.

• Color white: life, light.

• Roses: blood

• Rider: omen of death

• Fish: associated with sexuality and dawn

• Blood: sexual instinct and omen of death

I wonder if this symbols will be shown in some kind of way.

For example the symbol of the green color meaning death can be noted in the poem Romance sonámbulo, like in this case the green that is constantly used for descriving the woman or her environment means that is going to die/is dying, and she couldn't meet her lover again. Then there's other symbols like the moon that means death too and the aljibe (a water cistern) is water at rest, so it could also mean death. It could be that the woman got drown in the aljibe, and maybe the civil guards are involved or responsible for her death.

And also metals could be a death symbol, and the eyes of the woman are described as "cold silver", maybe a way of saying that her eyes are grey.

Verde que te quiero verde.

Verde viento. Verdes ramas.

El barco sobre la mar

y el caballo en la montaña.

Con la sombra en la cintura

ella sueña en su baranda,

verde carne, pelo verde,

con ojos de fría plata.

Verde que te quiero verde.

Bajo la luna gitana,

las cosas le están mirando

y ella no puede mirarlas.

Verde que te quiero verde.

Grandes estrellas de escarcha,

vienen con el pez de sombra

que abre el camino del alba.

La higuera frota su viento

con la lija de sus ramas,

y el monte, gato garduño,

eriza sus pitas agrias.

¿Pero quién vendrá? ¿Y por dónde...?

Ella sigue en su baranda,

verde carne, pelo verde,

soñando en la mar amarga.

- Compadre, quiero cambiar

mi caballo por su casa,

mi montura por su espejo,

mi cuchillo por su manta.

Compadre, vengo sangrando,

desde los montes de Cabra.

- Si yo pudiera, mocito,

ese trato se cerraba.

Pero yo ya no soy yo,

ni mi casa es ya mi casa.

- Compadre, quiero morir

decentemente en mi cama.

De acero, si puede ser,

con las sábanas de holanda.

¿No ves la herida que tengo

desde el pecho a la garganta?

- Trescientas rosas morenas

lleva tu pechera blanca.

Tu sangre rezuma y huele

alrededor de tu faja.

Pero yo ya no soy yo,

ni mi casa es ya mi casa.

- Dejadme subir al menos

hasta las altas barandas,

dejadme subir, dejadme,

hasta las verdes barandas.

Barandales de la luna

por donde retumba el agua.

Ya suben los dos compadres

hacia las altas barandas.

Dejando un rastro de sangre.

Dejando un rastro de lágrimas.

Temblaban en los tejados

farolillos de hojalata.

Mil panderos de cristal,

herían la madrugada.

Verde que te quiero verde,

verde viento, verdes ramas.

Los dos compadres subieron.

El largo viento, dejaba

en la boca un raro gusto

de hiel, de menta y de albahaca.

- ¡Compadre! ¿Dónde está, dime?

¿Dónde está mi niña amarga?

- ¡Cuántas veces te esperó!

¡Cuántas veces te esperara,

cara fresca, negro pelo,

en esta verde baranda!

Sobre el rostro del aljibe

se mecía la gitana.

Verde carne, pelo verde,

con ojos de fría plata.

Un carámbano de luna

la sostiene sobre el agua.

La noche se puso íntima

como una pequeña plaza.

Guardias civiles borrachos,

en la puerta golpeaban.

Verde que te quiero verde.

Verde viento. Verdes ramas.

El barco sobre la mar.

Y el caballo en la montaña.

Now I'm remembering about symbolisms of Lorca's works that could be hinted in other fictions, although it's more like a theory/headcanon from a certain part of the Emdt fandom here on Tumblr, is that in El Ministerio del tiempo, Julián is the origin of the symbolism green=death. In this post there's the one in which the idea was pointed, although it points something more general, not concretely being a symbol for death, because depending on the work or the context, green can be also a symbol for life, rebeldy and desire for freedom. It might seem a little weird, but I will develop later.

Lorca's character makes his debut in the season 1 finale 1×08, La leyenda del tiempo, set on 1924 (Lorca was 26 years old in 1924, although Ángel Ruiz, the actor who plays Lorca is much older) that clearly shows references or takes themes from some of his works, like the poem Fábula y rueda de los tres amigos from Poeta en Nueva York and the poem La Leyenda del tiempo (the title of the episode comes from this poem) from the play Así que pasen cinco años , but indirectly could be a little from Romancero Gitano.

Like, firstly in the episode it's shown a special connection between Julián and Lorca through dreams, and their shared dreams of the episode depict Maite's death.

Something like the eye colors of an actor may seem something trivial, but yeah, Rodolfo Sancho's eyes are green, although sometimes it can't be appreciated well, although for example there's a close up to Julián's eyes at the end of episode 1×07 Tiempo de Venganza , and Mar Ulldemolins' eyes, the actress who plays as Maite, are also green.

Just by the end of the episode Julián tries to save Maite but he fails, and it resembles a bit the situation of the poem where the traveler is going to meet his lover, but she died and he couldn't do anything to save her. But at the end in the season 4 finale he finally saved her.

Next there's the issue of Lorca's death, and Julián is worried about and wanted to warn Lorca about his death but he didn't do it, so in season 4 he did it, although Lorca accepted his fate.

This is kind of a joke but in the first seasons Julián is the Margaery Tyrell of Emdt, like the ones who get married with them probably will die soon, in one case Renly and Joffrey (+Tommen in GOT) and then Maite and Amelia.

Between Amelia and Julián there was the thing about the fake engagement that started on episode 1×04 so Amelia's mother doesn't annoy her with trying to push her into an arranged marriage, and then what it's known from Amelia's tomb and the photos, the wedding, their daughter and Amelia's death, and in episode 8 they me their grandaughter Silvia (played by Iria del Río, who has participated in some period dramas like La catedral del mar and Las chicas del cable). Although after what happened in the following seasons, that future will never happen.

I was thinking about the Emdt showrunners Javier and Pablo Olivares. Pablo had Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis and the first season of Emdt was his last work (in the last previous years the Olivares brothers worked on period dramas like Isabel or Víctor Ros) and there could be some personal aspects reflected on ths series in some character plots, for example following this theme, there's no cure for ALS and there's the struggle of both brothers towards Pablo's death, from Pablo's perspective, knowing that he's going to die soon, like Amelia visiting her own tomb in the first seasons, knowing she's going to die in 5-4 years, although she didn't knew about the cause of her death (that's a thing for fan theories); Pablo and Javier facing Pablo's future death, reflected in Julián and Lorca, Julián told Lorca that he'll die and Lorca accepts it and Julián deals with it; iI would say that this also could be seen in the Amelia &Julián part, although maybe Julián isn't as much emotionaly involved into it but he cares about Amelia (Julián is more focused on Maite and maybe the thing about knowing that he will allegedly marry, have a daughter and lose someone again it'a a bit hard to process);and there's the last part of Javier mourning his brother, that could be represented in Julián's mouring over Maite's death.

#romancero #upcoming series #sasha cócola #elena matic #belén cuesta #alba flores #julieta cardinali #ricardo gómez #guillermo toledo #long post #fernando navarro

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Representative of Ukraine at the Miss Universe contest 2023

L'américaine R'Bonney Gabriel est devenue Miss Univers 2023, samedi 14 janvier. La 71e édition du concours de beauté international, qui a réuni 84 candidates venues du monde entier, s'est tenue à La Nouvelle-Orléans, dans l'Etat américain de Louisiane

R'Bonney Gabriel is the first Filipina-American in History to win both Miss USA and Miss Universe.

#miss universe #miss universe 2023

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TWICE terus membuktikan diri sebagai kekuatan global di dunia musik dengan mencapai berbagai tonggak sejarah dalam tur dunia mereka. Mari kita lihat perjalanan dan pencapaian luar biasa mereka dalam tur yang penuh keberhasilan ini.

- TWICE menutup tur dunia kelima mereka, "TWICE 5TH WORLD TOUR 'READY TO BE' in JAPAN SPECIAL," dengan penampilan solo pada 27 dan 28 Juli KST di Nissan Stadium di Kanagawa, Jepang. Ini menandai pertama kalinya seorang artis wanita dari luar negeri tampil di venue tersebut. Selama 15 bulan, tur ini meraih kesuksesan besar.

Tur yang ditunggu-tunggu ini dimulai pada bulan April 2023 di KSPO Dome (Olympic Gymnastics Arena) di Seoul. Selama tur ini, TWICE melakukan konser pertama mereka di Sydney dan Melbourne, Australia pada bulan Mei, dan berhasil menjual habis seluruh empat konser tersebut. Hal ini membuktikan kekuatan tiket mereka yang luar biasa.

Tidak hanya di Australia, TWICE juga membuat sejarah sebagai grup wanita pertama yang tampil di stadion terbesar di Amerika Serikat pada bulan Juni dan Juli 2023. Mereka sukses menggebrak SoFi Stadium di Los Angeles dan MetLife Stadium di New York, dan berhasil menjual habis tiket di kedua tempat tersebut. Kesuksesan ini semakin memperkuat status mereka sebagai "global stadium headliners."

Melanjutkan momentum tersebut, TWICE memulai tur Eropa pertama mereka pada bulan September 2023, dengan penampilan di London, Paris, dan Berlin. Mereka pun memperluas pengaruh global mereka dengan konser solo di Singapura, Bangkok, Thailand, dan Bulacan, Filipina.

Pada bulan November 2023, TWICE mencetak sejarah sebagai grup K-pop pertama yang menggelar konser solo di Melbourne's Marvel Stadium. Kembali mencatat prestasi, pada Februari tahun ini, mereka berhasil menjual habis Allianz Parque di São Paulo, Brasil, menjadikan mereka grup K-pop wanita pertama yang mencapai prestasi tersebut.

Selama tur ini, TWICE berhasil mengumpulkan total penonton sebanyak sekitar 1,5 juta orang, mencetak rekor yang mengesankan. Masuknya TWICE ke Stadion Nissan sebagai artis wanita luar negeri pertama menarik total 140.000 penggemar selama dua pertunjukan, menegaskan kembali kehadiran mereka sebagai "artis stadion". TWICE berhasil mendulang pendapatan 78,4 USD atau sekitar Rp1,2 triliun dari tur kali ini.

Keseluruhan pencapaian ini tidak hanya mencerminkan popularitas global TWICE, tetapi juga menunjukkan kemampuannya untuk terus memecahkan rekor dan menembus batasan industri musik. Dengan setiap konser dan tur, TWICE tidak hanya menghibur jutaan penggemar, tetapi juga meninggalkan jejak dalam sejarah musik global sebagai artis yang terus memimpin dan menginspirasi generasi mendatang.

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Miss Filipina International 2023: Matea Smith crowned in Beverly Hills, California

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Misters of Filipinas 2023 results: James Reggie Vidal crowns successor in Makati

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How Did It All Start?

We both work in the government.

In the same agency.

In the same Bureau.

In the same project.

She, however, is in Baguio, while I am in Cebu.

We both started our career and stint in the agency in 2018. We were Job Order (JO) workers then. And we got our regular positions all at the same time in 2021. I am an IT Officer. She is an Engineer.

But discovering all these information just came in late, as we've known each other as acquaintances since time immemorial. Perhaps we've known each other by name, but for all those events that happened involving us, we never came into hi-hello terms.

We were, in other words, strangers but colleagues.

Then, October 2022 happened. The Global Blockchain Summit in Bataan happened.

As Luzon focals, they were asked to attend the event. I, as someone coming from the Visayas, was not originally invited but our boss in the region insisted that I should come with him, as a matter of sitting down and planning with an organization that is in charge for an event that we would be co-hosting the month that followed.

During that time, I was really alone, or felt really alone. Although thanks to Japs, from the Central Office, who was mingling with me when vacant, but most of the time, as one of the organizers, he had to leave to fulfill his duties.

As the only one coming from VisMin, I felt really isolated. My boss was also together with his fellow regional directors near the stage of the venue, so I was left (and had to be left) behind.

During the Governor's Night held at The Bunker in Balanga, I was calmly sitting in one of the tables when a group of strong independent women approached my table and, to their surprise that it was me, greeted me, "Sir Mango! Ikaw pala yan!"

Really felt they saw a celebrity that came into form. Just kidding.

We had a lot of chitchats, introductions of each other, but one person really caught my attention.

She was simple, silent, unbothered. When I saw her, I felt that I already knew her. There I confirmed her name, which I've been reading unconsciously during our meetings.

She is Strawberry.

One of our conversations was, "Meron nang flight Cebu-Baguio, kanina lang."

Indeed, this fresh news came earlier that day, where PAL will already service flights between Mactan Cebu International Airport and Loakan Airport.

I didn't think of it at first, but was that a sign for the universe to connect us? Really, on that very same night where we first conversed was that very same day where a Cebu-Baguio flight was birthed?

Further, I was eavesdropping the table's conversation and it seemed they were talking about engineering. She then said to one of her colleagues, that her ex took the same engineering major.

Aha. Ex. I have a chance.

Later that evening, when everyone seemed to be bored, the group decided to find a bar where we could sip some drinks. This is the first time we walked together, although in a group.

We found ourselves coming back to the hotel as all stores and bars seemed close, but one thing was for sure, I couldn't take my eyes off her. I wasn't feeling anything romantically, really, but my sight would always be on her especially when she was left walking behind.

This was the very first time I handed her Mango Balls from Cebu.

Another day passed and one afternoon we were given a free trip to Las Casas Filipinas De Acuzar. It was very romantic, and okay, scary at the same time.

Together with my boss and another boss from Zamboanga, we were given a free tour with a tour guide, and to be honest, I didn't like the fact that we were separated as groups. I just wanted to catch a glimpse of her.

Was she my crush already? I wasn't really sure.

But she really caught my attention.

Moreso when the last dinner with the Mayor/Vice-Mayor happened in the same venue of The Bunker, we were seated beside each other. (Side note: I came to the venue earlier and I was really waiting for their group to arrive and I'd been transferring table to table just to catch them). And I would notice she would always tap me to ask some questions or converse over some matters.

Her taps, touches, perhaps triggered my love language: physical touch.

The day that followed was quite painful. Because I wanted to see her and bid goodbye, wow feeling close, but our schedule just didn't match.

I left Bataan/Luzon with quite a heavy heart, wanting to meet her again. Although my feelings at the time were uncertain, my urge to seeing her just came in more intense the days following.

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