#Juanell

[secretloverdinosaur]

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[carrotsnake]

Desert Bandits update

i blinked and it's been 4 months since i updated my yiga fic? 50 necromancy spells later and i got it working again.

twigs's hebra fit check

[rickpowellwriter]

I loved this Brazilian guy's onda. He wasn't a street artist or even Argentine. He was just hanging out with us and making sure everybody had a good time.

Buenos Aires, c. 2010

[leatherducttapeprettyboys]

Juanel Hernandez

[daianahenderson]

Que los versos te acompañen V

Comentario y selección de poemas: Daiana Henderson

Dibujo: Eva Costello

Para acercarse a Juan L Ortiz, lo mejor es ir al río. Salgo a caminar por Paraná, la ciudad en la que vivió la segunda mitad de su vida. Tras la preparación espiritual de los árboles proliferando hacia el parque, son infinitas las opciones para abordar la barranca. Voy en busca de un camino secreto que me mencionó un amigo, para reconocerlo debo hallar determinados árboles en un descanso de escalera. Allí los encuentro, dispuestos en una particular asamblea. El camino secreto no tiene demarcación, excepto por el trazado de pasto raleado por el paso de caminantes que insisten en su descubrimiento. Emerjo frente a la casa de Juanele, que es a su modo también un secreto, no hay placas, ni carteles ni bustos que señalen la ubicación emblemática, y quizá sea mejor así, las reverencias autorales nunca fueron de su simpatía. Las barrancas dejan a la ciudad “tendida en gracias onduladas hacia el gran río”. Juanele las llamaba también “colinas”, enmarcándolas en un paisaje superior que las contiene, inobservable desde ninguna perspectiva, el de la “república de Entre Ríos”, que conocía con tal vastedad y sutileza que era capaz de distinguir el matiz de verde preponderante en una ciudad respecto de otra, captando “la naturaleza esencialmente musical de todo paisaje”.

Nota completa: https://www.lacanciondelpais.com.ar/notas/literatura/literatura/que-los-versos-te-acompanen-v.html

[insomniphic]

STOP YOU MADE MY SON SO HAPPY TO BE A PARENT HAHAHFODIJDF

Here take this. He I loves it XDD

woaaaa parent Narry doodls :3

me doing his nails :3

parent!Narry belongs to @insomniphic

[yeoldenews]

For all my fellow name nerds out there, I am very pleased to present the second annual "Gloyd Roberson Memorial List of Actual Human Children Who Wrote Letters to Santa in 1920s/30s Oklahoma".

These aren’t all necessarily “weirder than Gloyd” but fall into three rough categories which I’ve dubbed: “that’s got a nice ring to it”, “if I used this in a novel it would be considered too unrealistic” and “you’ve got 5 seconds to name a character that lives in 1920s Oklahoma, GO!”:

Selvyn Atteberry

Dyer Banfield

Bert Baxter

Hilda Bender

Imogene Berry

Heloise Blakely

Burl Boyer

Clyda Pearl Boyington

Okal Brooks

Vada Jo Bricker

Deverett Brumley

Lee Roy Buck

Vivian May Burdue

Donnie Buster

Elmarie Button

Junior Buzzard

Melchor Caldex

Tycene Calhoun

Tiny Bell Callison

Dapalene Caywood

Edney Clopton

Buster Combs

Georgia Countryman

Vantruba Crockett

Alto Day

Buddie DeWayne

Violet Divine

Elwanda Downing

Cletys Durham

Thurlo Epps

Apple Fields

Floyd Fleetwood

Metherine Franklin

Ula Fay French

Wanda Jo Fronterhouse

Irline Fuller

Jack Gritzmaker

J. D. Grizzle

Billie Jean Gulley

Joline Hardcastle

Kaloolah Herrill

Thelias Hatfield

Elva Heavins

Coleman Hewlett

Helen Hillhouse

Virgil Holderby

Katymae Houston

Myree Huffstutlar

Estelline Hurrypack

Blondie Huhm

Lila Lou Jackson

Denver Jones

Vernell Lambert

Sonny Boy Lockart

Dinkey Long (autocorrect really wanted this to be Donkey Kong)

Bamma Lynn

Rep Madden

Standford Mann

Jack Mattingly

Goldia McGee

Madge Messinger

Mauzell Mullins

Jeffie Wayne Muskrat

Archibald Neighbors

Hazel Nickerson

Eulah Oakley

Lyle Oyler

Milburn Partain

Jackson Payne

Montana Phillips

Bobbie Dean Phoenix

Toots Putman

Madonna Mae Rickey

Cyprine Robertson

Juanelle Schneeberger

Billie Jean Sparks

Texanna Smith

Pansy Stetson

Patsy Ruth Stubblefield

Eldon Sweezy

Hoy Trotter

Pearl Vandorien

Leland Weems

Joe Bob West

Wayness Whitely

Buster Wyatt

John Ira Youngblood

Domby Zinn

[totkdaily]

Day 13: Rito Village

I find Juanelle, a Hylian, huddled by the campfire by the bridge up to the village. She's trying to get supplies up there, but the bridge is down. Can't the Rito fly at all in this weather, even that short distance? How did Bedoli get out? Juanelle points out that pine cone explosions can actually be useful as they cause updrafts, and I use her tip to glide across the gap. 

The approach to the village is eerily quiet.

There aren’t even any guards, and the cold white snow is so different from the cheerful greens and browns I’m used to seeing here.

I stop at the goddess statue for a heart container, and then almost immediately run into Molli, Genli and Notts. I’m glad some Rito are here anyway. I was beginning to worry.

The girls are practicing the song of the Stormwind Ark, occupied with their rehearsal. I'm reassured that some things never change, though they’ve grown since I saw them last. Their song... it speaks of a great ship, heading skyward, and a god descending and then disappearing. The Rito kids say that the Ark watches over them from the sky. Could the god be the Zonai? Presumably there were more of them than just King Rauru. 

The adults are all out somewhere, and the kids are taking their task of running the village seriously. Genli is on food - she always loved to cook.  Molli is making arrows. Notts will continue to sing in hopes that the ark will come to save the village. But Genli needs staminoka bass for cooking. And Molli needs ice fruit for her arrow invention. I’ll bring them back if I can, but I have a hunch there are bigger problems right now.

Finally, on the upper platform, I find some adults. It’s Teba and Saki, scolding their son Tulin.

Teba's the new Rito Elder. I'm glad to see his family doing well. Tulin wants to save the world alone, and leaves wilfully. I don't remind his frustrated father that he was once the same. 

They can't help much in my search for the Princess - of course, they have enough going on. Teba tells me to talk to Harth, north of here. I drop down to register the shrine before I glide off towards the bonfires Teba points me towards.  

Poor Addison's by these bonfires as well. They indicate the lodge as a landmark, according to the Rito Nekk. 

Harth has a dashing haircut and a lot on his plate.

The adults are all out looking for food or trying to find the cause of the blizzard, and there's monsters everywhere. He reckons if anyone knows anything, it's wonder-boy Tulin. He's gone to Hebra South Summit Cave with some of the adults to look for food. 

There's a journal in the lodge, and it speaks more about the legend of the Ark. It does sound like that god who descended was a Zonai, who then returned to the islands in the sky. 

I head up the hill to find Tulin. 

On the way, I blow open the entrance to Rospro Pass Cave so the Rito can gather supplies, and then climb up to the Skyview Tower - though the surrounding thorns cause some issues on the way. The blizzard limits my view, but I can still see the glow of the nearby Sahirow Shrine, so I head there next. 

[lucky-clover-gazette]

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Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut

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ahhh i wish i had capri fic to do this with! but it will have to be a scene from my tears of the kingdom 50k word crackfic-turned-earnest story instead <3

plain text is from the fic, italics are commentary. this is from the last chapter and is mostly about the original yiga clan character i added to a cast of real npcs! i know a few readers liked musa especially, so i hope you enjoy the added insight re: her characterization :)

Link's eyes wander to Musa and Salli, still standing against the canvas wall of the Gazette. Musa is glaring right at him, then looks away when she realizes she’s been caught.

One of my main intentions for Musa's character from the start was to create someone who "masks" in the same way Link does, but also has the unhinged passion and conviction of the Yiga Clan (and Traysi). So that's how we get Musa's particular blend of awkward aggression—glaring intently at her former enemy , but looking away the second she’s noticed.

She’d been civil to him earlier, with the coffee machine. And he’d been civil back. But that was in front of Traysi. Does he even want to be friends with Musa, considering everything that’s happened between them and their factions?

He does like Salli, though. And Traysi and Douma are chatting up a storm.

Link leaves the pizza in the pot to keep warm and walks towards Salli and Musa. He awkwardly leans against the canvas panel beside theirs.

“Overwhelmed?” asks Musa, not quite mockingly. She’s here too, after all.

Link nods. She motions him closer.

While working on this final chapter, I was SO excited to finally write Link and Musa interacting in a way that wasn't trying to kill each other. There's a lot of comedic potential, given their many similarities and the fact that they'd both HATE to know they have anything in common.

“You’re the hero, right?” asks Salli, her eyes wide.

“Yeah, that’s him,” says Musa, before he can deny it. But why would he deny it, in this situation? There’s nothing to connect him to the silent blonde Yiga footsoldier who accompanied Traysi to the Depths.

I think of the people at this party, only Link, Musa, and Traysi actually know who everyone else is. Salli and Mimos don't know that Link was the footsoldier; Douma and Juanelle don't know that Musa and Salli are in the Yiga Clan; and Penn doesn't know any of that, and also doesn't know that Link is the Hero Link at all.

“You probably don’t recall,” Salli tells Link, “but we’ve met before.”

Both Link and Musa startle at that.

“A few years ago, you gave me some gardening advice in Hateno Village. Thank you.”

Link does a fine job hiding his relief, but Musa releases a sigh. Salli looks between them, narrowing her eyes. Thinking… something. It occurs to Link that to Salli, the pair of them have never met—despite Musa literally kidnapping one of Link’s closest friends.

“I want a Noble Pursuit,” Salli says after a pause. “I’ll leave you two to chat.”

And then she’s gone, leaving Link and Musa to stand at an awkward distance.

I love the little hints of Salli and Musa's longtime friendship throughout the entire fic. It's mentioned most explicitly in Musa's journal, which only Traysi reads, but I still wanted to put some things elsewhere for the reader to notice that Link wouldn't.

It makes sense that Salli would be glad to give Musa the opportunity to talk to Link in an environment where they can't try to kill each other, especially when Salli doesn't know that Link knows who Musa is. Salli has had to deal with Musa's obsessive planning of Link's death for like a year+, and was glad to see that original plan get a replaced with a nonviolent one. So by letting Link and Musa talk alone, she's hoping that Musa might genuinely gain a new appreciation for the person she so badly wanted dead before changing her mind.

“All of these secret identities are giving me a headache,” Musa says.

Link nods.

I love this little moment of reluctant solidarity. That's a good way to summarize this entire scene, actually.

“She was telling the truth, by the way. About meeting you. I was there, too.”

Link tries to remember a Yiga encounter in Hateno Village. Gardening, specifically, manages to ring a bell. Nobody tried to hurt him directly, but a footsoldier had managed to grapple Zelda… until they and their accomplice abruptly disappeared.

Musa smirks. “If it’d been up to me, we wouldn’t have shown mercy. I’m not sentimental enough to get distracted.”

Link stares pointedly at Traysi, now smiling ear to ear as she speaks with her sister.

HA.

“She’s a special case,” says Musa, with no further elaboration. “I would have killed you and the princess in a heartbeat.” Then she frowns, but not in a sad way. It’s a thoughtful, conflicted frown. “You saved both of your lives, being so kind to Salli. And you didn’t even know it.” Musa’s frown deepens. “People outside the Yiga Clan are kinder than I expected them to be.”

This is a direct reference to an entry in Musa's journal, where she makes the same observation after traveling Hyrule for the first time. She grew up in the Yiga Clan, full of almost entirely unpleasant and mean people, so of course that's how she acts and what she expects from others. Salli is the exception to the norm, and that's why Musa cared so much about defending her friend when the Yiga Clan turned their cruelty on her.

Link… doesn’t know how to respond to that. But Musa doesn’t seem to expect a response.

This was meant as a direct contrast to Traysi, who almost always expects some kind of engagement with the things she says. Even with Link, who she doesn't pressure to speak, she still generally awaits indication that he's paying attention.

“I’m glad Salli stopped me from killing you,” she says after a long pause. “And I’m sorry you lost your friend.”

A surprising thing for her to say. Still not clear at this point if Traysi told Musa about the Light Dragon, or if she's referring to a more general kind of "lost." Either way, it touches Link.

Link doesn’t know why he thinks of the Lightning Helm. But he does, and he remembers the way she’d reacted when she saw that he had it. It wasn’t the same anger she’d shown when he dispatched her inventions—his possession of the Yiga-made helm has seemed much more personal to Musa than someone simply breaking her toys.

We have Musa being unexpectedly kind to Link, and Link instinctively thinking of a way he can return her kindness. This "people are kinder than I expected" theme connects to the greater themes of masking, things appearing different from how they really are, etc.

He takes out the Lightning Helm and offers it to Musa. Recognition flashes in her dark eyes, but she doesn’t dare move.

“That’s right,” she mutters, “you... “ And then, at full volume: “You’re giving it back?”

Link nods. He has the full upgraded rubber set, anyway.

Musa reaches for the relic, but stops herself. “It doesn’t work for me,” she reluctantly admits. “I could never figure it out.”

But it clearly means something to her.

“It would be illogical to accept,” Musa says, weakly.

“Sentimental,” Link replies. Her eyes widen, for a second, but she quickly regains her cool.

The only word Link ever says to Musa in this fic. I think it’s fitting :)

“Fine,” Musa tells him, swiping the Lightning Helm from his hands. “But you take this. I can always make a new one.”

She withdraws the zonaite helm from her inventory and shoves it towards Link. If him accepting is what it’ll take for her to keep the Lightning Helm, he’s happy to comply.

Another main story theme: confident passion. The Yiga Clan is cringe and free. They are an intimidating and confident clan of assassins, and they’re also engineering nerds who sing songs about bananas and turn themselves into chickens. In their most shining moments, each main character of this fic—Link, Traysi, Mimos, Musa, and Salli—demonstrates confident passion in their interests. But they’re also insecure, at times, and use their confidence to uplift each other.

It doesn’t matter that Musa never figured out how to use the Lightning Helm. It was a project that she and her mentor put work and passion into, to the point that it literally killed her mentor. The helm still means something to her beyond its utilitarian purpose, and having it would give her confidence in her passion for future projects. And it would also just make her feel better, in the same way that a hug from Traysi helped Link feel better when he finally told the truth about the Light Dragon.

Well, maybe happy is a stretch. It’s easier to absolve Salli and Mimos of the Yiga Clan’s cruel impersonation of Zelda, because Link can’t imagine either of them actually standing by the emotional harm it caused. But Musa intentionally plotted to cause him and his friends emotional harm, just to get what she wanted. And while she had agreed to stop the Yiga Clan from impersonating Zelda, Link still has to wonder if that had solely been to please Traysi, rather than make amends with him.

“You know,” Musa says, “I have some familiarity with the Zonai legend of draconification myself.”

Proving him wrong in real-time. Traysi isn’t currently present to approve of Musa being kind to Link. Musa is doing this on her own.

Link gasps, pushing himself away from the canvas. But Musa speaks casually, as if her words have no weight at all.

“The way the Zonai write about it, everything is very set in stone.” She cringes. “Ignore the pun.”

Reference to her asking for a pun to be redacted during the interview, and then it literally being redacted in the article. And, more thematically, to the idea of her “masking” the parts of herself she thinks are unserious.

Link warily leans back.

“But then again,” Musa smirks, “the Zonai were also certain that their devices could only use crystallized charges as a power source, and…”

She reaches under her red scarf to pull out a metal pendant on a chain. Link recognizes her power source and a chill runs down his back.

I love how even in this scene, Musa still finds a moment to be smug and self-congratulatory. One of my favorite quotes in this fic is when Musa says something in her journal like, “Salli says I’m capable of more than I think, which is silly because I’m very capable of the things I’m actually good at.” Musa is both deeply insecure about anything she’s not immediately skilled with, and obnoxiously self-assured about the things she knows she does well. Girl, me too.

“It really does beg the question,” says Musa, every word dripping with implication. “What else could they have gotten wrong?”

I needed there to be a reason for Link to suspect that Zelda could be saved after he fought Ganon, and this was my solution. It seemed just suggestive enough to fit into the game’s story, without fully confirming or denying the possibility.

By the cooking pot, Traysi bursts out laughing. Musa’s expression softens, just for a second—but then she seems to remember her current company, and it’s back to a measured frown.

:)

“Tell her I said any of this and I’ll tear you limb from limb,” Musa tells Link. And then, softly again, “Don’t be mad that she told me about Zelda. She just really wanted to find a solution for you. She talks a lot about you, when you’re gone.”

Link regards Traysi from a distance—abrasive, self-centered, and pragmatic, and not ashamed of those qualities in the slightest. How many times has he questioned the depths of her true feelings towards him? How many times has he worried, in the back of his brain, that she sees him as a source rather than a friend?

I liked giving Traysi a little more of a private side here. Through Musa, Link gets a hint of the person Traysi is when she doesn’t know he’s paying attention. Y’know, mask off.

“She’s more sympathetic than she lets on,” Musa says. “Unlike me, of course. I’m exactly as sympathetic as I let on.”

Another Musa line I adore. And then it’s directly followed by…

Traysi reaches towards the pizza in the warm cooking pot, then draws back her hand in pain. Both Link and Musa run to her aid without a second thought.

“Are you okay?” Musa frets, taking Traysi’s hand gently in her own. Link gets in both of their personal space, looking over the injury. After an initial assessment of the very minor burn, he locks eyes with Musa and nods. She’s fine.

The way they both immediately put aside whatever weirdness they have between them, simply based on a shared affection for Traysi… so fun to write.

“Calm down, guys!” Traysi says with an amused smile. “I just touched the handle for a second.”

Musa narrows her eyes at the tiny wound as if she personally despises it. And then she leans down and presses her lips to Traysi’s hand.

GAY PEOPLE!! After several chapters of them antagonistically flirting in front of the somewhat oblivious Link, we get an indulgently obvious moment. And Musa’s willingness to comfort Traysi in such a sweet way, despite her personality Being Like That, in front of strangers, is payoff to her comment about being exactly as sympathetic as she lets on. In this moment, in order to comfort Traysi, she’s choosing to let on.

“Muse,” Traysi murmurs, “not in front of Link.”

The idea of Traysi being extremely private about her romantic life, while talkative and oversharing about everything else, is adorable.

Musa regards Link with what appears to be murderous intent. But then Traysi runs a hand through her hair, and she returns to her typical indifference.

Despite their very nice conversation, the fact that Link’s presence means that Musa can’t flirt with her girlfriend has her going evil-assassin mode. But then Traysi pets her hair and she’s fine :)

“I’m here too,” says Douma. Under her breath, she adds, “freaks.”

Douma was a fun late addition to this fic. In BOTW, she talks to Link about how off-putting she finds Prince Sidon despite his charming reputation. This characterization seemed about right to me.

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[verycheesecakebasement]

Juanele ya está en casa tras recibir el alta en el HUCA: el ex del Sporting continúa la rehabilitación junto a su familia - La Nueva España

[777evamaria]

Dj Juanele & Dj Nanhook - Just Two Lovers More (2001)

[evanellah]

Disfruta de Dj Juanele & Dj Nanhook - Just Two Lovers More (2001) en YouTube Music

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Shared a Memory

I’m very sorry to report the passing of our Great Friend Michael Seabock.  Shared by his daughter, Niki Reed:

“This last week has been the hardest time in my life. On December 1st heaven gained an angel. One of the most important men in my life was unexpectedly taken away from me. I will always love and miss you dad! Your memory will forever live on in the people you love and the lessons you taught me. You will always be your grandson's superhero. Attached is my dad's obituary and information about his service. If you have any questions please reach out.

Michael Avery Seabock passed away in his home in Nampa, Idaho on Thursday, December 1, 2022, at the age of 65. Born to Malcolm and Juanelle Seabock on January 23, 1957, Mike spent his youth playing pitcher, then graduated from San Diego State University, and went on to become an electrical engineer.

Mike lived most of his life in southern California before moving to Salt Lake City, San Jose, and, recently, Nampa. He was a cancer survivor who idolized Arnold Schwarzenegger, loved listening to Bruce Springsteen, and enjoyed sitcoms. He also had a passion for golf, billiards, poker, and scotch.

He is survived by his son, Chris, his daughter, Niki, and his grandchildren, Jack, Canton, and his youngest grandson, Kash, for whom he always had a lollipop at the ready.

Services will be held on Friday, December 16, at 11 a.m. at Alsip & Persons Funeral Chapel in Nampa and will be livestreamed at alsippersons.com/live-streaming-funeral-service. His burial at Dry Creek Cemetery in Boise will follow immediately afterward.”  Becky Larsen, December 8, 2022

[kittmoon]

okay tumblr make up your mind are they dating or are they sisters

[elprismaelectrico]

traspaso del ser, "como se da una flor", en el nivel de los niños.

#juanele + #boticelli = 💞