#Jorge salcedo

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Apenas un delincuente (Hugo Fregonese, 1949)

[lokiiied]

narcos s3 may not have stavier/murphy, wagner moura, carillo, or trujillo but at least we got them:

[drabbles-mc]

Acquaintances at Best

Steve Murphy & Javier Peña

For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of Threes: create a fanwork using three canon characters. Difficult mode: use three canon characters who never met in canon

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, guns and other canon things

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: The three characters I chose were Jorge Salcedo, Don Berna, and Steve Murphy! And what a time it was throwing them all together! Shout-out to Ashling for helping me string this all together. tqm 💕

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It was nothing short of a miracle, in Javi’s humble opinion, that Steve agreed to come back to Colombia. Sure, it was a short stint, not the indefinite amount of time it had been when they were hunting for Escobar together, but it was something. It was more than he thought that he was going to get. Javi briefly wondered how many hours of arguing with Connie Steve had had to endure because of it. In the back of his mind Javi made the mental note to send Steve home with something nice for her as an attempt at an apology for dragging her husband back down into the mess of it all.

“Now who’s this guy you’ve been working with?” Steve asked as he and Javi made their way through the office.

“Salcedo,” Javi answered as the two of them quickly strode across the floor. “Currently the head of security for the Cali cartel.”

Steve’s eyes widened in surprise. “Shit.”

Javi nodded, ushering Steve into his office and swinging the door shut before anyone else could try and intrude on their conversation. “Yeah, exactly.”

“What the hell did you need me down here for, then?” Steve chuckled as he walked over to one of the chairs in front of Javi’s desk. “You got their goddamn head of security, two agents working for you, and,” he gestured to the room around them, “they even gave you an office.” He rested his hand on the back of the chair he was standing behind. “Bringing me back seems like a downgrade,” he joked.

Javi chuckled, shaking his head as he walked over. He stayed on the same side of the desk as Steve, opting to just lean back against it instead. Crossing his arms over his chest, he said, “The new guys are good. They’re working Salcedo—doing all the legwork on that.”

Steve shrugged, lips turned down into the slightest frown as he nodded. “Alright.”

“I needed someone who’s done this shit before.”

Steve chuckled—it was the closest thing to a compliment that he was going to get from Javi. He wasn’t going to let it slip by unnoticed. “Short supply of people who have taken down drug kingpins, then?”

Javi shook his head, the scoff he wanted to let out turning into a laugh. “Fuck you.” When both of them got themselves together again, Javi continued. “You know how it works down here—better or worse.”

He let out a deep sigh, the humor disappearing from his face as his chin tucked towards his chest for a moment. “Yeah, I do.”

Javi dragged his hand down his chin. “I’m working an angle with an old friend.” He paused, waiting for Steve to interject right off the rip. Much to both their surprise, Steve kept his mouth shut. “The game’s changed and I don’t want to go in alone if I can help it.”

Steve laughed, amused by the notion despite the looming sense of futility. “Want me to be your fuckin’ bodyguard, Jav?”

He rolled his eyes. “No. Wouldn’t fly you all the way down here for something you’d be bad at.”

Steve shook his head. “Alright. So, Salcedo’s the new guy.” He finally sat down in the chair. “Who’s the old friend?"

“Diego Murillo,” Javi said. After a beat he elaborated. “Don Berna.”

Steve exhaled sharply. “Jesus Christ, Jav.” Steve looked up at him from where he was sitting. “One round with this guy and his buddies wasn’t enough? Gonna go back for more?”

“Worked the first time, though, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, and it got you sent the fuck—”

“Are you with me or not, Steve?” Javi cut him off. If he wanted to argue about this, he would’ve asked Feistl and Van Ness for their help.

“I mean,” Steve shook his head, unable to look Javi in the eyes for a moment, “yeah, I’m with you.” He raked his hand back through his hair. “I’m fuckin’ here, aren’t I?”

When he and Javi sat down in the small restaurant at an even smaller table, it was the first time that Steve didn’t feel like he was the one who was sticking out like a sore thumb. His polo and jeans fit in a little better with the vibe of the restaurant than Javi’s suit and tie. Javi didn’t seem worried about it, though.

The second that Don Berna stepped into the restaurant and spotted the two of them at the table together, he started laughing. Walking over, he spoke to Javi as he took a seat. “Todos esos años de misterios,” he shook his head, “y ahora lo traes aquí.” He was still laughing as he leaned forward, resting his forearms against the table. “Por qué no, hm?”

Javi’s tone remained neutral despite the look in his eyes. “Stakes are different now, Berna—you know that.”

Don Berna shook his head, mumbling out a quick thanks to the waitress who brought a drink over to him. “No trust among old friends?”

“Not old friends,” Javi responded. “And trust only goes so far.”

He didn’t say anything else to Javi as he turned his attention to Steve. He held out the hand that wasn’t holding the beer bottle he’d just been given. “Agent Murphy, nice to finally meet you.”

Steve didn’t shake his hand. “Javi said you could help us out with a little problem that we’ve got.”

Berna chuckled, shrugging as he let his hand drop back to the table, unfazed by Steve’s attitude. “Depends on the problem,” he took a sip of his drink, “and what you can do for me in return.”

Steve scoffed. “We’re not gonna—”

Javi held up his hand to stop Steve before he dug the both of them into a hole that they wouldn’t be able to get out of. “What is it that you want?”

Steve clenched his jaw, unable to hide the tension, the distaste that was written all over his face. He’d never had a good poker face before, and clearly that hadn’t changed. Luckily for everyone involved, Don Berna found it to be more amusing than anything else.

“Cuánto vale para ti, hm?” He shifted his gaze from Javi to Steve. “What is the Cali cartel worth to you, Agent Murphy?”

By the end of the discussion, Steve learned that the answer to that question was: it was worth more than he wanted to admit. Whatever it was worth to him, to Javi it was worth even more. Steve had gotten his win, in a weird way, but Javi was still looking for his.

When the two of them got back into Javi’s car, there was a moment of absolute silence between them. Javi didn’t move to put the keys in the ignition, Steve didn’t try to speak up and say anything. For once it didn’t even seem like there was much noise or chaos to be found outside, either. Neither of them were used to Medellín being so quiet.

“You sure know how to pick your friends, Jav,” Steve finally said.

Javi sighed, sliding the key into the ignition of the car. “Like it or not, he’s a good one to have.”

“Till he’s not.”

He threw the car into drive. “Yeah, till he’s not.” He pulled out from his parking spot and onto the street. “Gonna make Salcedo seem like a choir boy now, though.”

Jorge was a lot more particular about where he agreed to meet them. He had to be—he was running risks that Berna wasn’t. It was much more isolated, off the beaten path. Just far enough outside the Cali line so no one was going to accidentally stumble upon them. If Steve had been alongside anyone other than Javi, he simply just wouldn’t have gone to meet him there. But it was Javi, and Steve knew that he wasn’t going to say no. For a minute it felt like old times.

He couldn’t hide his moment of confusion when he saw Javi and Steve sitting there. His assumption was that Feistl or Van Ness was going to be there, someone that he’d been in regular contact with. He knew Javi, but the comfort, the trust, wasn’t fully there for either of them and it was obvious. He didn’t like the feeling it put in the pit of his stomach, but it wasn’t as though he could simply get up and book it out of the establishment without causing more of a scene than it was worth.

Jorge wasted no time. The second that they sat down across from him he looked at Javi and said, “Who is this?” as he gestured to Steve.

“He’s my—”

He didn’t let Javi finish. His tone was hushed but still harsh. “The more people that know, the more likely it is that my boss is going to—”

Steve jumped in, clearly offended by the insinuation even though he knew better. “I’m not gonna fuckin’ say anything.” He jerked his thumb in Javi’s direction. “I’m on his side.”

Jorge didn’t hesitate with his response. “But are you on mine?”

There were a few beats of tense silence before Javi said, “I trust him.” He waited for Jorge to look at him. “That’s gonna have to be good enough for you.”

Jorge didn’t know if it was good enough, but what he did know, was that he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. He studied both Javi and Steve for a few moments longer before he gave the slightest hint of a nod. There was no going back now, really—not for any of them.

“Great,” Steve said sarcastically with a nod. His next comment came a little quieter, meant for Javi even though Jorge could easily hear it as well. “You and all your goddamn friends.”

Steve never would’ve admitted it out loud, but there was something about Jorge that he found sympathetic. Some guy with a wife and daughters who got in way over his head with people that he couldn’t find a way to cleanly break away from now. He could find some sympathy within himself for that. He could tell that Javi still wasn’t as sold, wasn’t as invested in Jorge as he had been with other informants in the past. Steve couldn’t help but to think that Javi just didn’t have it in him to get attached anymore. Steve could make all the snide comments he wanted about Javi’s long and questionable list of friends, but he’d lost a lot of them along the way too.

They were all in some form of agreement by the end of the conversation. But they also knew that there was no way they could just keep trekking out to the middle of nowhere anytime they wanted to meet face-to-face. Now that they were all pretty much on the same page, now that Jorge felt somewhat confident that neither Javi nor Steve were going to hang him out to dry, he slipped them the address of one of his own safehouses. He kept it off paperwork and off the radar of his men and his bosses. He was good but he was never too good to have his own failsafe—it seemed like if there was ever a time to cash in on it, it was now.

“We’ll be in touch,” Javi said as their conversation wrapped up.

Jorge didn’t say anything, simply nodding in acknowledgment as he watched the two of them get up and leave. He and Steve looked at each other for a beat longer, like they were both figuring out if they were really ready to trust the other. At the same time, they both knew that just like with so many other things, there was only so much that either of them could do about it now.

As the days ticked by, Steve couldn’t help but to be impressed in an odd way at just how well Javi was able to keep so many different plates spinning at once. And he did it all while somehow making sure that none of the plates ever bumped into each other. Everything existed neatly in its own little vacuum. Being on the inside of it all with him now, Steve didn’t feel quite so bad about being late to the party with figuring it all out when they were hunting Escobar.

When Jorge reached out and asked Javi to meet him, Javi could tell by the tone in Jorge’s voice that things must’ve been unfolding quicker than they thought. He just had to hope that things were unfolding in their favor—he didn’t let himself get his hopes up too high for that.

He and Steve made their way up the stairs and down the hall, looking for the apartment number that Jorge had given them before. The entire building was quiet, and if Jorge had been anyone other than who he was, Javi would’ve assumed that he just owned the entire building outright.

Steve was the one who knocked on the door. Twice, then he waited, then three more times. They waited for the door to open, but it didn’t happen. Confusion was written all over both their faces.

Steve kept his voice low. “You sure this is the right spot?”

Javi scoffed. “I can read fuckin’ numbers.”

“Alright, well, he’s not answering the goddamn—”

Steve stopped short when they heard shuffling and muffled voices on the other side of the door. Instantly, they both reached for their guns. Javi used his free hand to try the doorknob, the knot in his stomach growing when he realized that it was still unlocked. That wasn’t like Jorge.

The door didn’t make so much as a sound as Javi gently pushed it open with the tips of his fingers. The more the door opened, the more that they could hear the voices. It still wasn’t enough to be able to make out what was being said, or who Jorge was talking to.

It wasn’t until they were fully inside the apartment that they were able to figure out who else was there with them. And even then, it was because they saw them before anything else. Maybe they shouldn’t have been relieved to see Don Berna standing in the middle of the apartment’s tiny kitchen, but they were. Even Steve felt the muscles in his body relax slightly.

The same couldn’t be said for Jorge, who looked like the vein in his neck was about to pop. “Vete de aquí,” he demanded. When Berna made no move to do any such thing, he said, “Ahora!”

Don Berna laughed, opening up the refrigerator like he was in his own home. “Por favor, escuchame. Tengo una oportunidad para ti.” He paused to chuckle. “Una buena oportunidad,” he gave Jorge a pointed glance, “para una rata como—”

“Berna,” Javi interjected.

The sight of Javi and Steve should’ve been a relief for Jorge, but really it just looked like it was going to be the thing that sent him careening over the edge. Meanwhile Berna’s laughter only increased.

“Peña, Agent Murphy, qué mundo tan pequeño, no?”

Javi sounded more exasperated than anything. “Berna,” he repeated himself, “how—”

Steve cut him off. “What the fuck are you doin’ here?”

Don Berna had been around too many truly dangerous people to be intimidated by Steve. “I had questions for your friend here,” he said casually as he gestured to Jorge.

If looks could kill, Jorge would’ve reduced Javi to a puddle on the floor. “You said I would be safe. This,” he gestured to Berna, “isn’t—”

“You’re safe from Cali,” Berna offered, a strange brand of reassurance. “That’s what they promised you. And you are.” Berna shrugged. “No tengo interés en—”

“No me importa,” Jorge cut him off, “lo que te interese.”

Don Berna shrugged, seemingly unbothered. “Tu pérdida.”

“Berna,” Javi tried one more time to insert himself into the conversation, “you need to get the fuck out of here. Now.”

Jorge scoffed at Javi, gesturing angrily at the man who was making no move to get out of his kitchen. “You’re just going to let him—”

“I will handle it,” Javi grit out, losing what little patience he had left.

Steve tried to stifle his sarcastic laugh and failed, the cough he let out in a secondary attempt to cover it up not doing much more damage control. Javi shook his head, knowing that he wasn’t ever going to hear the end of this from him.

“Not gonna have any friends left by the end of this,” Javi mumbled to himself as he watched Berna finally start heading for the door.

[mixday]

Not a drawing but also THE ART  I just laught a lot at Jorge's expression when he sees these two for the first time. Definitely love at first sight х)

[expansegirl]

Narcos S3: Pacho Herrera and queer revenge

Pacho Herrera, a partner in the Cali Cartel, is an interesting figure. On the one hand he's a vicious criminal, ready and willing to kidnap, kill and extort to promote and protect the Cali Cartel's interests. On the other hand, he is an openly gay man in a leadership position in the uber-macho world of Colombian cocaine cartels.

That's why it's hard not to feel a little sorry for Pacho. The Rodriguez brothers, leaders of the cartel, hold a big party and announce their plan to end the cartel and go legit. They then let everyone leave. What their underlings don't know is that all of their cars and houses have been bugged by the Cali Cartel's head of security, Jorge Salcedo. The heads of the cartel - Pacho, the Rodriguez brothers and Jose Santacruz - gather later to listen to the intel gathered by Sacedo. Nearly all of the underlings are marked for death, either by doubting the wisdom of the plan or disrespecting the heads of the cartel.

One underling in particular slags off Pacho in a homophobic, hate filled screed. As the bosses state how and who will deal with the disloyal underlings Pacho calmly says that he'll handle the homophobe.

The homophobe and his men are drinking at a club when Pacho and his men roar up on motorcycles. Pacho orders a bottle of tequila and orders the barman to play a steamy Latin dance track. Pacho proceeds to perform the kind of sensual dance one might expect, accept he's dancing with his boyfriend. He rubs his gayness in the faces of the homophobe and his men, grinding against his boyfriend while kissing the him passionately. The song ends.

Without pausing, Pacho strides to the homophobe's table and smashes the bottle of tequila over his head. The homophobe is dragged outside and each of his limbs is tied to one of the motorcycles. Pacho leads his men, as the homophobe begs for his life, in literally tearing the man limb from limb.

As a queer person it was hard not to feel a little surge of 'yes, give it to him' as Pacho unleashed his rage on the homophobe. I'd imagine other queer people would too. That empathy faded quickly as they tore his body apart but still, it was there. We've all be bullied and had fantasies of making the fuckers pay. Seeing that kind of revenge acted out naturally brought an element of schadenfreude. In a world where disloyalty and disrespect are not to tolerated, Pacho laid down the law. Cross the line and I will destroy you.

[eruherdiriel]

Thanks for tagging me, @patritxi!

9 characters from 9 TV shows (in no particular order cuz I can't.)

The Wire - Bunny Colvin

Narcos - Jorge Salcedo

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Faith Lehane

The X-Files - Dr. Dana Scully

Stranger Things - Max Mayfield

Battlestar Galactica - Number Eight

Andor - Cassian Andor

The 100 - Bellamy Blake

Only Murders in the Building - Mabel Mora (I haven't seen s3 yet!)

Tagging @lyrasansa @sansastarq @sibyldisobedience if you want!

[forensicated]

Smiffina Episodes - Episode 298

Trigger warning: discussions of cancer, rape and racism

Eeeee, not only has Smithy returned from sick leave after the fire, Dan has joined Sun Hill's relief! 😁 M'boys (and Gina) in the same ep! ❤

Dan's first job is almost his last one when he rescues a Brazilian girl who is trying her hardest to get run over on a carriageway. He literally throws himself at the girl to get her off the road and they call Gina to speak to her. It turns out that Rosa is deaf and cannot understand them as she also can't speak and doesn't understand much English so can't lip read or read their writing. Rosa latches on to Gina and feels safe with her and Dan.

Gina looks behind her as she hears a swaggering Smithy approaching. He couldn't take being at home another day longer so returned early to surprise her. He might have occasional shortness of breath but he's fully fit otherwise and there's no permanent damage from the fire. "I'm glad you're back." She smiles. "You've been missed." He asks Gina how she is and she simply says "Constitution of an ox."

Despite appearances, Dan is surprisingly sensitive and sweet as he deals with Rosa, a real contrast to the more brusque Roger who calls Rosa simply 'a nice piece of skirt'. He and the translator manage to put together that Rosa is terrified of her employers and has been beaten, she says by the father/husband. He promises her that everything will be ok, she's told them and that he will protect her and she doesn't have to return to them. She takes his hand and holds it and he smiles warmly at her. Later during an examination, Gina and the doctor suspect that Rosa is pregnant. This is confirmed by an upset Rosa who tells the translator that she was raped.

Ramani and Yvonne gently talk through what happened with Rosa and the translator. She refers to him only as 'him' and says that he has been raping her ever since she started to work for them. She asked him to stop the only way she can - by writing notes. He ignores them and continued and raped her as recently as that morning before she was found on the carriageway.

Mrs Salcedo scoffs when Dan and Gary Best arrive to arrest Jorge, her husband, for the rape of Rosa. She claims it's lost in translation and that her husband is not a rapist. At the station he says he had nothing to do with her, he hasn't raped her, he didn't beat her and he doesn't know how she's gotten pregnant. He suggests that it's likely her attempt to blackmail him to keep her in the country as 'a single mother is no use to them'.

Dan accompanies Rosa and the translator to the lodgings that the police have arranged for her whilst her case is looked into. They watch as she lays out her meagre belongings and the translator says she'll loan her a television and some portugese subtitled videos. Rosa writes a note for both Dan and the translator, telling them that she would like to go out and get some Brazilian food with them when they're able to say thank you for their help and kindness. Dan smiles and asks the translator how to say thank you in Brazilian and then repeats it to Rosa so she can read his lips.

A short while later, Dan receives a call from the translator to tell him that Rosa has disappeared with her bags and everything, taken by a man in the car according to the b&b owner. The translator suggests it could be a boyfriend but Dan isn't so sure. "Something ain't right here, we've got to find her!" he urges. He speaks to the other residents and finds that she borrowed a phone from one and texted someone - the man who came to pick her up - Ramani tells Dan to run a check on the number and finds out who it belongs to. It returns as belonging to the Salcedo's son, Tim. Ramani gently reasons that that paints a different picture of what she'd told them. Dan isn't so easily swayed, pointing out that she'd tried to kill herself early that morning so her head is not in the right place. She also does not know anyone else in the country. Ramani gives Dan permission to go and investigate further with Tim Salcedo.

Tim admits that he collected Rosa but she isn't there with him because she's gone with his mum to the police station to withdraw her allegation. "Why? Because you twisted her arm?" Dan scoffs. "No, because mum and I apologised to her for Dad losing his temper!" Tim insists. He's shocked when Dan tells him that you can't apologise for rape and tells them his mum said it was only for his dad hitting her. He goes on to confess that he's the one who got her pregnant and it's likely that Rosa is trying to protect him.

At the station, Tim is interviewed and tells Ramani that he and Rosa are in love and that his father was furious and ordered him to stop. He then ordered Rosa to have an abortion. Tim claims that it's all mutual and he has her consent. "How do you know?" "Because I do!" His father hit her when she refused an abortion and refuses to let Tim and Rosa be together. Tim is too scared to stand up to his father. Jorge simply smirks and says he didn't let on about his son and Rosa sleeping together because 'the bastard offspring of a brazilian peasant isn't something to brag about, especially a genetically impaired one." He suggests that his wife is trying to force Rosa to have an abortion and that he cannot tell them where they'd be.

Dan is fuming, "If Rosa can't speak for herself, who will?" he demands of Ramani. He and Gary return to the Salcedo's house to search it, Dan finding a headed letter with Rosa's appointment details on it. They rush to the clinic with Tim. They arrive to find Mrs Salcedo banging on the door to try and get to Rosa who has locked herself in. Mrs Salcedo tells her son that she can't have his baby, she won't allow it, whilst Dan and Gary managed to gain access to the room. Dan leaves the room via the window to go after her whilst Mrs Salcedo lets slip that if they'd 'both kept their hands to themselves, none of this would happened'. Jorge was raping her after all...

Dan runs after Rosa shouting her name, but of course she can't hear him. Dan keeps a safe distance that has a fence between them so as not to freak her out when she finally sees him but Rosa still looks scared. He repeats 'Obrigado' a few times and holds his thumbs up to show her he's there to help her. Rosa smiles back at him and hesitates as though she's going to move back to him - though her expression changes as Mrs Salcedo appears, chased by Gary. Mrs Salcedo shouts Rosa and Dan orders her to 'stay there and don't move!' but it's too late, Rosa is terrified and runs out into the road before Mrs Salcedo can get to her and she gets hit by a car. Dan rushes to her, drags Tim away and tries to help her, calling for an ambulance. Tim breaks down into tears and Mrs Salcedo can only watch on in horror.

Gina and Smithy attend the scene and get updated by Dan. Gina tells Gary off for letting Mrs Salcedo get outside after Dan had the situation under control. The paramedics tell them it's not looking good and Gina and Smithy go over to see Rosa and help. Dan speaks to Tim and asks him what he and his mother were arguing about. Tim sobs that the baby might not be his because Rosa was telling the truth. Jorge was raping her and she knew all about it but didn't stop him. Dan growls angrily that that is why she was clearly so definite about Rosa having an abortion - so she didn't have to worry about which was the father. Tim says that she'd told her if she didn't have an abortion she'd be prosecuted for 'lying about dad'. (even though she wasn't!) Dan is fuming and tells Tim he's going back to Sun Hill and he's going to give a statement that confirms every last word that his mother said, slamming the car door on him.

Gina and Smithy are forced to watch as the medics work on Rosa at the hospital but sadly she's too badly hurt and she dies. Irony of ironies - there's finally a portugese signer/translator back at the station for Rosa.

At the station Jorge is bailed just as Dan and Tim enter the station, Dan is still angry and tells Roger that what was said was true and that the mother knew all along. Jorge just stares at Tim when Dan tells him to speak out. Tim swallows, looks down and says 'I don't know what you mean'. Dan can't believe his ears. "She's dead! Doesn't she matter anymore? You're a coward!" he growls, backing him against the wall. "A spineless snivelling coward!" he turns and rushes out to catch a smirking Jorge. "I know what you did!" he growls.

Jorge smirks more and raises his eyebrows. "You don't know the half of it." he says, Roger forcing Dan back. Smithy and Gina appear and Gina tells him they can't do the family for murder as he well knows and they can't charge him with rape until the forensics are back. "Get him inside!" she orders Smithy who forces Dan back into the station.

In her office, Gina is having a stiff drink, Smithy comes to check on her and asks what it is. "Anesthetic. You want one?" "Erm... no, you're alright..." Gina pauses before pouring him one anyway. "You might when you hear what's on my mind...." Smithy thinks it's about Rosa which Gina sort of confirms it is after such a pig of a day. "... I've got cancer... I wanted to tell you before...." "... i don't know what to say." "Well I start treatement next week and I was hoping you'd cover for me." "Of course I will, anything." ❤💔

She tells him that she's only telling him and Adam and she doesn't want it going any further. Smithy's still in deep shock, downing the whiskey in one.

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Apenas un delincuente (Hugo Fregonese, 1949)

[zuzusexytiems]

sharing some of my favorite brutalist buildings from the philippines

the cultural center of the philippines (CCP) by leandro locsin, c. 1960s

the philippine international convention center, also by leandro locsin c. 1970s

the vernida IV building in makati, metro manila

casmer building in salcedo street, makati

the GSIS building by jorge ramos, 1995

you can also follow Brutalist Pilipinas on instagram if you wanna see more brutalist architecture in the philippines! we have a lot 🤌🏼🇵🇭

one thing about me is I love brutalism. I love concrete. I love not living in a house with cardboard walls and I love looking at a building and thinking this imposing boy would survive a nuclear war

[drabbles-mc]

Debts Paid

Navegante & Jorge Salcedo

For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of Support: "I got you."

Warnings: 18+, canon-typical chaos

Word Count: 536

A/N: This is just a fun little something because I like putting these two in a room together.

Nave Taglist (since i know the little creature man isn't for everyone sksksk): @garbinge @proceduralpassion @ashlingnarcos @narcolini @hausofmamadas @cositapreciosa @artemiseamoon

Jorge prided himself on being the type of person who never owed anyone anything. He made a habit of clearing his metaphorical debts quickly, or just never accumulating them at all. It made his life easier that way. The last thing he needed in his line of work was owing more than what was already expected of him. He tried to make sure that he was the person that people owed favors to.

All of that to say, for a man who tried not to owe anyone anything, he certainly never wanted to be in the position of owing Navegante of all people. And to be in the unique set of circumstances where he now owed Navegante his life? It was about as far from his preferred track as he could’ve landed even if he was trying.

For all of Navegante’s quirks, he did have a habit of being in the right place at the right time to at least serve himself if nothing else. That, and the man seemed to be able to get in and out of bed with some of the most dangerous people in the world and he was still walking around in one piece. Jorge would never admit it out loud, but in his head he had to admit that that was the kind of person you at least wanted on your side.

When Navegante referred to them as friends it felt like a bit of a stretch, but Jorge didn’t have it in him to tell the man that he was wrong. His timing was impeccable, as per usual. It had only been about twenty-four hours since Navegante dubbed them as pals when Jorge found himself in desperate need of a friend, or at least someone who didn’t want him dead.

He arrived with a symphony of screeching tires and gunfire. Stopping the car, he leaned over and opened the passenger side door for Jorge to get in. The smile on his face didn’t at all fit the chaotic scene unfolding around him, but it fit Navegante perfectly.

Jorge was scrambling into the car, his brain too wrapped up in what was going on around them to truly process and appreciate whatever humorous remark Navegante said when he was yanking the door shut. Not that it mattered to the man behind the wheel, who was laughing at himself plenty.

“No te preocupes, ah?” Navegante said as he pressed down on the gas and sped off, completely unperturbed by the bullets hitting his back windshield. “I got you.”

Jorge felt like he was still filled with enough adrenaline to send him into cardiac arrest, meanwhile Navegante had the same look on his face someone else might have when they were setting off for a Sunday drive. He didn’t have it in him to say anything, but even so, he didn’t know how much he was truly comforted by the notion of Navegante being the person who had his back. At least he was the only one who seemed uncertain about it. He’d figure out how to pay off that debt later, because he had a feeling he was going to have to be more creative than he’d been in the past.

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REMONTAN RAYADOS Y DERROTAN A BRAVOS

Monterrey, Nuevo León.-Los Bravos de Juárez cayeron 3-2 en su visita a los Rayados de Monterrey en partido de la jornada 8 del Apertura 2024 de la Liga MX.

En un partido de ida y vuelta, la escuadra fronteriza tuvo por algunos minutos el triunfo en la bolsa, pero al final fue el equipo local el que se quedó con los tres puntos. El conjunto regiomontano se fue arriba en el marcador al minuto 11 con anotación de Germán Berterame tras un error de la zaga fronteriza. La escuadra juarense comenzó a tomar posesión del balón para tratar de igualar el marcador y estuvo a punto de lograrlo al 33’ con un disparo de Jairo Torres de media distancia que pasó por un costado del arco rival. Los Bravos lograron empatar 1-1 el encuentro en el arranque del segundo tiempo. Óscar Estupiñán se estrenó como goleador en el equipo al aprovechar su juego aéreo en un tiro de esquina y con un cabezazo dentro del área chica logró vencer el arco de Esteban Andrada, esto al minuto 47. El equipo juarense le dio la vuelta al marcador con una gran jugada que se desarrolló por la banda izquierda; Ralph Orquin sirvió un centro a Diego Valoyes, quien remató dentro del área de con la parte interna su pierna derecha para meter el 2-1 a favor de los Bravos al minuto 59.

Rayados igualó 2-2 el marcador con un penal anotado por Sergio Canales al minuto 77. Al 85’ Sergio Canales volvió a anotar para poner el 3-2 a favor de los regiomontanos con un tiro de pierna izquierda dentro del área. Al minuto 90 Rayados se quedó con un hombre menos por la expulsión de Germán Berterame por una falta sobre Avilés Hurtado. El FC Juárez no pudo aprovechar los pocos minutos con superioridad numérica de jugadores en la cancha y el partido terminó 3-2 a favor de los locales. En su próximo partido, los Bravos recibirán a Tigres el domingo 22 de septiembre, partido por la jornada 9 del torneo y que iniciará a las 7:00 pm (hora de Ciudad Juárez y del Centro de México) en el Estadio Olímpico Benito Juárez.   RAYADOS: Esteban Andrada (P), Edson Gutiérrez, Stefan Medina, Héctor Moreno, Sebastián Vegas, Jorge Rodríguez, Óliver Torres, Jesús Corona, Sergio Canales, Germán Berterame, Brandon Vázquez. DT: Martín Demichelis. BRAVOS: Benny Diaz (P), José Abella, Carlos Salcedo, Haret Ortega, Ralph Orquin, Diego Campillo, Guilherme Castilho, Dieter Villalpando, Diego Valoyes, Jairo Torres y Oscar Estupiñán. DT: Mauricio Barbieri   ::.

FC Juárez

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Conoce la lista de los llamados a juicio por el caso Blue Apple

El pasado 15 de noviembre, Baloísa Marquínez, Jueza Tercera Liquidadora de Causas Penales del Primer Circuito Judicial de Panamá emitió la resolución mediante el cual se abría causa criminal contra más de 20 personas por el caso conocido como Blue Apple.

A continuación, le compartimos la lista con los nombres de las personas que fueron llamadas a juicio por este caso y los delitos por los cuales están enfrentando la justicia.

La información fue publicada en el edicto N° 1486 que fue dado a conocer por el Órgano Judicial.

Por la supuesta comisión del delito contra la administración pública en la modalidad de corrupción de servidores públicos

Juan Daniel Girón Samaniego

César Jaramillo Gutiérrez

Por la supuesta comisión del delito de asociación ilícita

Federico Barrios Alain

Jorge Ruiz Sánchez

Joaquín Rodríguez Salcedo

Octavio Samaniego

Luis Antonio Donadío Santamaría

Génesis Geraldine De Gracia

Federico Suarez

Melina Cano Achurra

Marcelino Martínez

Maribel Oberto

Mary Su Gutiérrez

Supuesta comisión del delito contra el orden económico en su modalidad de blanqueo de capitales

Jorge Ruiz Sánchez

Federico Barrios Alain

Joaquín Rodríguez Salcedo

Manuel Ruiz Gil

Octavio Samaniego Castillo

Silvia Rojas

Luis Antonio Donadío Santamaría

Génesis Geraldine De Gracia

Teodoro Garrido Bernal

María Antonio Lee García

Riccardo Francolini Arosemena

Evelyn Invette Vargas

Felipe Lechter Cohen

Valentín Martínez Vásquez

Federico José Suárez Cedeño

Melina Cano Achurra

Luis Enrique Martinelli Linares

Ricardo Alberto Martinelli Linares

Jaime Ford Castro

Alcides Antonio Bernal Zambrano

George Joseph Moreno

Jaime Martín De La Espriella

Luis Alberto Arias García

Marcelino Martínez

Maribel Oberto

Mary Su Gutiérrez

No viable la solicitud de llamamiento a juicio

Fundación Lemar y Corporación de Energía del Istmo LTD S.A.

Sobreseimiento provisional por la supuesta comisión del delito de blanqueo de capitales y asociación ilícita

José Henry Icaza

Alberto Arbesu

Alexis Castillo

Pastor Campos

Corina Ríos

Francisco Rosales

Liz De Sedas

Lilibeth Lane

Martín Rosales

Aristides De León

Darla Alain

Juan Ojeda

Sobreseimiento provisional por la supuesta comisión del delito de blanqueo de capitales

Juan Carlos Marciaga

Rosa Del Carmen Jiménez

Jorge Enrique Ford

Fernando Alberto Céspedes

Sobreseimiento provisional por la supuesta comisión del delito de asociación ilícita

Manuel Ruíz

Silvia Rojas

Sobreseimiento definitivo

Ana Mercedes Briones

María Bagatelas de Papadimitriu

Prescripción de la acción penal

Giocomo Tamburelli LittieriJorge Ruíz Sánchez

Fernando Alberto Céspedes

Extinción de la acción penal

José Gómez (q.e.p.d.).

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Blue Apple

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this piece was done by doris salcedo! (i know of her from an essay i did about a year ago) she makes very thought provoking art and i highly recommend checking out what she's made, it's eye opening!

Doris Salcedo was born in 1958 in Bogotá, Colombia. Salcedo earned a BFA at Universidad de Bogotá Jorge Tadeo Lozano (1980) and an MA from New York University (1984). Salcedo’s understated sculptures and installations embody the silenced lives of the marginalized, from individual victims of violence to the disempowered of the Third World. Although elegiac in tone, her works are not memorials: Salcedo concretizes absence, oppression, and the gap between the disempowered and powerful.

While abstract in form and open to interpretation, her works serve as testimonies on behalf of both victims and perpetrators. Even when monumental in scale, her installations achieve a degree of imperceptibility—receding into a wall, burrowed into the ground, or lasting for only a short time. Salcedo’s work reflects a collective effort and close collaboration with a team of architects, engineers, and assistants—and, as Salcedo says, “with the victims of the senseless and brutal acts” to which her work refers.

(copy pasted from her page on art21)

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97 AÑOS DE LA SUBLEVACIÓN CAMPESINA DE HUANCHO LIMA #huanchoLima

Fernando Chuquipiunta

La llamada sublevación campesina de Wancho Lima, fue registrada por José Carlos Mariátegui, Jorge Basadre, Wilfredo Kapsoli, Manuel Scorza, Pablo Macera, José Tamayo Herrera, Teobaldo Loayza Obando, Augusto Ramos Zambrano y José Luis Rénique. La frondosa documentación data desde la época de los mensajeros, quienes viajaron a Lima para reclamar al presidente Manuel Gonzáles Candamo, acerca de los abusos de los gamonales de Huancané contra los campesinos quechuas y aymaras.

Debido al liderazgo de Carlos Condorena Yujra, llamado también Carlosín Condorena, cuyo verdadero nombre era Carlos Condori Yujra, es que se formó un grupo de personas decididas a acabar con el gamonalismo en el departamento de Puno. Evaristo Corimayhua Carcasi, Mariano Luque Corimayhua, Pedro Nina Cutipa Corimayhua, Melchor Cutipa Luque, Antonio Francisco Luque Luque, Mariano Mercedes Pacco Mamani y Rita Puma, se convirtieron en líderes de un movimiento que, además, se propuso establecer una educación bilingüe, como recuperar las tierras arrebatadas por los gamonales a las comunidades campesinas.

En un principio contaron con la simpatía del presidente Augusto Bernandino Leguía y Salcedo, quien auspiciaba desde el gobierno un indigenismo oficial y subalterno. Los dirigentes de Huancho decidieron entonces, construir una ciudad con los mismos planos urbanos de Lima y le pusieron el nombre de Huancho Lima, capital de la República Aymara Tahuantisuyana y lugar emblemático de la reivindicación de los derechos ciudadanos de la cultura aymara. Construyeron locales para ministerios, escuelas, mercados, calles y avenidas.

Todo estaba decidido para atacar a Huancané y diezmar a la población. Pero ese hecho fue impedido por las lluvias que provocaron que el río Huancané creciera, arrastrando muchas balsas llenas de personas. El domingo 16 de diciembre de 1923, a las 10 de la mañana, muchas personas murieron a causa de las balas de fusiles y ametralladoras, también se produjo un gran incendio de todas las casas de Huancho.

Nunca se supo cuántos muertos hubo. El éxodo fue enrome y ese acontecimiento ha sido registrado magistralmente por el escritor huancaneño José Luis Ayala Olazával, quien ha publicado: Wancho Lima (cronivela), Yo fui canillita de José Carlos Mariátegui. (Auto) biografía de Mariano Larico Yujra (testimonio), Fusilamiento y resurrección de Mariano Paqo (novela corta), Celebración cósmica de Rita Puma (poesía), El presidente Carlos Condorena Yujra (historia) y Saturnino Corimayhua. Testimonio de lucha de un campesino del siglo XX (entrevista).

Además, sin la contribución de Vicente y Julio Mendoza Díaz, Leonidas Cuentas Gamarra, Juan Luis Ayala Loayza, Felipe Sánchez Huanca, Augusto Ramos Zambrano, Leoncio Mamani Coaquira, Julio Volodia Mendoza Aparicio, pero especialmente de José Luis Ayala Olazával, sin duda que se hubiera perdido tanta información histórica. Las nuevas generaciones tienen derecho a conocer el pasado para que no se repitan los mismos errores. Finalmente, no hay pueblo sin historia porque sin ella no es posible, edificar un futuro distinto al oprobioso pasado que se ha vivido.

Rita Puma, fundó la Escuela de Chuño-Huyo en Moho.

Histórica Plaza de Huancho Lima, capital de la República Aymara Tahuantisuyana.

Obelisco que representa la gallardía de los héroes civiles de Huancho Lima.

En la puerta de la capilla de Huancho fue fusilado el héroe civil Evaristo Corimayhua Carcasi.

José Luis Ayala Olazával, al pie de la tumba del ideólogo y líder, Carlos Condorena Yujra.

Carlos Condorena Yujra, fue Presidente de la Nueva República Aymara Tawantinsuyana del Perú.

Mariano Pacco Mamani, líder indiscutible de la gesta heroica de 1923.

Antonio Francisco Luque Luque, héroe civil de Huancho Lima.

Mariano Larico Yujra, canillita de José Carlos Mariátegui.

Mariano Luque Corimayhua, fundó la Escuela de Aña Aña en Huancho.

F. Tapia dirigiendo la palabra al gobierno en representación de los componentes del 5 Congreso Indígena 1925 Lima. Carlos Condorena Yucra luce con su pantalón de bayeta de color blanco.

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Dolor / Una definición

Experiencia emocional y sensorial. // “Dolorosa o piedad, una iconografía aceptada en América Latina por identificación con el dolor producido por motivos de violencia” 1. // “su obra que refleja el dolor de las víctimas” 2. // “el simbolismo de fundir el dolor y de verterlo en una estructura homogénea” 3. // “el potencial simbólico del arte para exteriorizar los “dolores heredados” 4. // “sentí de alguna manera el dolor de las víctimas” 5. // “Doris Salcedo es una artista que se especializa en desnudar el dolor. Su contramonumento no solo nos hace sentir, en carne propia, un dolor que no es nuestro, pero que debe serlo: el dolor de las víctimas” 6. // “Mientras golpeaban el metal con su martillo, liberaban su rabia y dolor” 7. // “podría ser que el uso táctico del trauma para describir los efectos de la desigualdad social sobre identifique hasta tal punto la erradicación del dolor con el logro de la justicia” 8. // “no ha hecho más que –erróneamente- asumir el dolor como el signo clave de lo social” 9. // “El sentimentalismo ha sido durante mucho tiempo el medio por el cual se propone el dolor masivo subalterno en la esfera pública dominante, como el verdadero núcleo de la colectividad. Funciona cuando el dolor íntimo les quema la conciencia a sujetos nacionales, clásicamente privilegiados, de manera que sienten como propio el dolor de la ciudadanía fallida o denegada” 10. // “la obra acude a la figura imaginaria del dolor que no permite trascender el lugar de la víctima como ícono y de la persona visitante al espacio como afectado moralmente” 11. // “política como agencia y participación de las mujeres en el ámbito público, que permita verlas más allá de sujetos del dolor” 12. // “La musealización toma el dolor como discurso público sobre el conflicto armado para apelar a respuestas colectivas e individuales de empatía y compasión de las personas visitantes, donde asumimos el dolor de las mujeres como un síntoma de ´nuestro´ dolor. En medio de este reordenamiento del sentimiento se construye un “contrato moral nacional” 13. “la musealización centra el dolor subalternizado” 14. // “La musealización hace que asumamos el dolor de las mujeres víctimas como un síntoma de “nuestro” dolor” 15. // “Es por esta vía que el dolor de las mujeres ingresa en la política. Tras la retórica del dolor se evidencian relaciones de poder sobre las mujeres” 16. // “La sobrerrepresentación del dolor de los otros es significativa en tanto fija al otro como el que tiene dolor y puede sobreponerse a él solo cuando el sujeto occidental se sienta lo suficientemente conmovido para dar” 17.

Referencias:

1. Ramírez, María Imelda (2006), De la caridad barroca a la caridad ilustrada: las mujeres, el género y la pobreza en la sociedad de santa fe de Bogotá, Siglo XVII y XVIII. Bogotá, Universidad Nacional de Colombia.

2.Guzmán Díaz, Laura. (01 de agosto de 2018). Así será la obra de arte hecha con las armas entregadas por las Farc. El Tiempo. https://www.eltiempo.com/cultura/arte-y-teatro/fragmentos-monumento-hecho-por-la-artista-doris-salcedo-con-las-armas-entregadas-por-las-farc-250268

3. Acosta López, María del Rosario (noviembre de 2018) “Forjar el dolor en fortaleza”: Retos y desafíos de la construcción de memoria en Colombia (a propósito de Fragmentos de Doris Salcedo y de Duelos de Clemencia Echeverri), ponencia, Cátedra Anual Ernesto Restrepo Tirado, Museo Nacional de Colombia, Bogotá. Dedicada a la inauguración de Fragmentos, el contra-monumento diseñado por la artista Doris Salcedo.

4. Rubiano, Elkin (2022), los rostros, las tumbas y los rastros, Universidad Jorge Tadeo Lozano, Bogotá.

5. Visitante a Fragmentos

6. “Fragmentos (Sáenz de Ibarra, et. Al., 2019)”. Especiales Revista Arcadia, disponible en:

https://especiales.revistaarcadia.com/contramonumento-fragmentos/el-punto-de-vista-conceptual.html [Fecha de acceso: 23 de junio de 2019].

7. Morató, Cristina (8 abril de 2019) Doris Salcedo, la escultora de la paz. Mujer hoy. https://www.mujerhoy.com/actualidad/201904/08/doris-salcedo-escultora-artista-paz-colombia-rev-20190408074632.html

8. 9. 10. Berlant, Laurent (2011), El corazón de la nación, Ensayos sobre política y sentimentalismo. México, Fondo de Cultura Económica.

11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. Vargas Martínez, Sonia (2023), Políticas sentimentales. Analítica de la musealización del conflicto armado en Colombia, tesis para optar al título de Doctora en Estudios Artísticos. Universidad Distrital Francisco José de Caldas. Facultad de Artes ASAB.

17.Ahmed, Sara (2015), La política de las emociones. Centro de Investigaciones y Estudios de Género, Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México. México.

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