#Lady Quesa

[brooklynmuseum]

This Thursday, April 14 at 7 pm, we will be joined by Guadalupe Maravilla, Lady Quesa, and Pastor Juan Carlos Ruiz for an exciting #BkMTalks on art, healing, and immigrant communities.

🗣️ Guadalupe Maravilla, artist dedicated to healing through sculpture, drawing, painting, choreography, sound, and performance whose work is currently on view in “Guadalupe Maravilla: Tierra Blanca Joven”

✨ Lady Quesa, staple of the Brooklyn drag scene, regularly hosts the Yas Mama party at C’mon Everybody, and is supervisor of arts programming at youth development organization The Door

⛪ Juan Carlos Ruiz, pastor at Lutheran Church of the Good Shepherd in Bay Ridge and, during the pandemic, collaborated frequently with Maravilla on mutual aid efforts including food distribution and sound baths

This program will include ASL and Spanish interpretation. Tickets are $16 ($14 for Members) and include after-hours access to #GuadalupeMaravillaBkM.

Learn more about the event and get your ticket.

[elisela]

i think a/s d/s a/d is the only one i don’t recognize?? so 👀👀👀👀👀

that was my half-assed attempt at not having a poly ship and I’m positive that i talk to you about it at one time, but it’s sort of a complete au (werewolves still exist but nothing in canon happened) where derek and allison were divorced but happily co-parenting and moved to beacon hills, where allison started dating stiles only to introduce him to derek (much earlier than she wanted to) and watch as derek fell in love with her boyfriend

Stiles looks at her again and Allison nods; Grace is vaguely aware that they’re dating, but at her age, dating just means they call each other boyfriend and girlfriend (which, after seven dates, they have yet to do), but Stiles has been volunteering in classrooms at Beacon Hills Elementary long before Grace started attending. “Sure thing,” he says. “I hate to run out on you beautiful ladies so quickly but crime—and paperwork—waits for no man. Grace, have fun with your dad, okay?”

“We always have fun but he’s late today and we’re supposed to go to get dinner and I want quesa—Daddy!” Grace bolts from the table, nearly knocking someone over in her haste to get to Derek, who catches her easily as Allison twists around to watch them.

“Still on for tomorrow night?” Stiles asks, eyes flickering towards her even as he makes a series of complicated hand gestures to his partner.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” she says, and then, because Grace is preoccupied with Derek at the counter, she grabs Stiles’ hand and tugs him down to give him a quick, proper kiss. 

[thrift-shop-fiction]

Arriba | 1

Pairing: Taehyung x Fem!Reader

Genre: They both own Taco stores the hell kinda genre do I call this.

Warnings: Swearing, Implied Smut/ Future Smut

A/N: The read more IS THERE, but Tumblr sucks so it’s not showing up on mobile for some reason?? I also said this would be up like a billion years ago but guess what? It wasn’t. Sorry about that I guess? Sorry if this is awful, I hope it’ll get better. Hope you enjoy, have an ace day/night :) (feel free to request or ask anything about this or any of my other stuff)

The invigorating aroma of spices and herbs drifted through the sweltering rustic styled kitchen. You swiped a hand across your forehead before continuing to chop onion. “Yo Hoseok, can you open the windows real quick please?”.

“Sure thing, Chef.” The flaming orange haired man skidded towards the cyan and orange windows, and threw them open with a flourish. He sauntered back to his area, where he stirred a pot, arranging succulent chicken marinated in chilli and mint on platters and called over one of your two waiters, Jungkook, to take the plates.

Running a restaurant was stressful, but you got to cook everyday, and it sure as hell payed. Your staff, Jungkook, Namjoon and Hoseok were your best friends. But there was one little thing, or one person for that matter, that never ceased to get on your nerves, and that person was Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung owned the Mexican Korean fusion restaurant across the road from yours. Your restaurant, Quesa Mesa, also being a Mexican, rivalled with Taehyung’s every day, constantly butting heads for the top spot, but always drawing.

If it was just that, you wouldn’t have much of a problem with Taecos, but Taehyung was a condescending prick. He’d had the upper hand when you first started your restaurant, what with his mother, a first generation American-Korean starting the restaurant with his Mexican father thirty years ago, but that soon changed. And if all that wasn’t enough, he was probably the hottest guy you’d ever met.

You had bought the plot, with ideas for your restaurant already crystal clear in your mind, without knowing there was a Mexican directly across. You went along with your plan nonetheless, expecting a healthy rivalry with Taecos, nothing more, nothing less. What you hadn’t expected was all-out war.

At half twelve you locked the doors to Quesa Mesa and skipped down the steps into the almost empty street. And just as you stepped onto the black pavement, another restaurant across the street was being locked by it’s owner.

Taehyung locked eyes with you as soon as he turned around. A smirk settled upon his face as he jogged across the road towards you.

“Y/N, fancy seeing you here.” Taehyung drawled as he leaned on one leg leisurely, smirk still imprinted firmly on his face “ What’s a lady like you doing walking home alone at night?”

You sighed heavily, closing your eyes for a second “Taehyung, get out my way.”

“What’s the magic word, doll?” His eyes sparkled with mirth as they glinted in the artificial yellow light from the street lamps. Tired of his almost daily snarky comments, you shouldered past him. “Woah, woah, woah, a bit feisty today are we?” Taehyung snickered as you stormed down the street.

Turning the corner abruptly you balled your hands into fists as you made your way to your apartment a few blocks away. You should be used to it after two years, but it still annoyed you, and hurt slightly. Once the anger ebbed away, your pace slowed and your hands fell limp at your sides. You had never done anything to him, but all he did was belittle you.

Once inside your cosy apartment, you cracked open a cheap supermarket red wine, pouring it into a glass, you slumped into a seat for a well earned session of miserably contemplating your life choices.

You woke up to the upbeat blast of your phone’s alarm with a sore head, cradling a wine glass. Groaning, you placed a hand on your throbbing head and cracked your neck, looking around to see that you were still in your living room, sitting on your couch with a half empty bottle of wine at your feet.

The blinding blue light of your phone blared into your sleep filled eyes as you read the time, 12:00. Still half asleep, you showered and threw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie haphazardly. The sun shone happily down on the street as you walked. Sunny days usually never failed to put a big smile on your face and send you skipping down the street as you beamed manically, but today a scowl was jammed on your face, hood up and shoulders slumped as you slowly trekked towards your restaurant to pick up a supply delivery.

By the time you rounded the corner you had managed to wrangle your features into a somewhat not psychopathic expression, though a metaphorical thundercloud still hovered above your head. The truck was already there, but was on the other side of the street and you saw Taehyung signing off for his deliveries. Once you were in earshot, your patent scowl appeared again as you listened.

“Yes, you can just leave those here too, I’ll drop them off at Quesa Mesa when the owner arrives.” His face was a picture of innocence and good will, but you could tell in his eyes as he glanced at you for a second that he had ulterior motives.

The driver revved his engines and sped off before you could shout to tell him to stop. Taehyung was still stood outside eyeing you evilly. Crossing the road, you bounded over with a dark and menacing look on your face. You stood in front of him, staring him down as he looked you straight in the eyes with amusement.

“My dear Y/N, may I ask why you are standing outside my restaurant?” his pouty pink lips curved up on one side into a knowing smirk.

“You know full well why I’m here you snake.” you hissed.

“Hmm, I don’t think I do why don’t you elaborate, doll?” a deep chuckle rumbled out from his throat.

“Well you quite clearly have my groceries.” your eyes rolled towards the sky, exasperated.

“The only groceries I have are my own, I can’t believe that you would think that I would do something like that.” Taehyung turned away from you theatrically, placing one hand on his chest and the other he rested daintily on his head “I’ve never done anything to you. I’m hurt, Y/N, I’m hurt.”

“You’re one to talk, aren’t you? I heard you talking to him ‘Yes, you can leave those here too, I’ll drop them off at Quesa Mesa when the owner arrives’” You raised your voice an octave and flapped your hands as you spoke “Well, you know what? If you don’t give me my groceries, I’ll sue you.” Your voice turned icy cold as your eyes bore into him, roaring with flames.

Taehyung swallowed and shuffled backwards slightly “Well, um, I don’t know which ones are yours so you’ll have to find them yourself.” turning on his heel, he speed walked back inside to the dim depths of his unlit restaurant, saloon-style door decorated with intricate cranes and clouds swinging closed behind him.

“Typical.” Sighing, you turned to the jumbled up mountain of crates, each one labelled with a miniscule, almost illegible, sloppy scrawl of either ‘Taecos’ or ‘Quesa Mesa’.

Once you had lugged the last crate over to your brightly coloured restaurant painted in hues of red, orange and yellow, you slumped down on the steps. Sweat trickled down the back of your neck as you panted from exertion. The cloudless blue sky stretched as far as the eye could see, and the blinding sun sat firmly at two o'clock. Why on earth you had decided to wear a thick black hoodie and jeans on a sweltering hot day like this was beyond you.

Feeling like you were going to explode from the heat, you shrugged off your hoodie to reveal your sports bra as you got up to go take the groceries inside. Just when you got up, Taehyung walked out of his door to do the same.

“Fuck.” Taehyung breathed as he stared at your partly exposed back. When you walked inside, he snapped out of his haze, deciding that ogling your sworn enemy, no matter how good-looking they were, was not a good look.

By the time you walked out after putting away the crate’s contents and having a much needed drink of ice cold water, you clapped eyes on a shirtless Taehyung. Your eyes bulged out of their sockets as you stared at his lightly honeyed skin glistened in the heat and his toned back muscles rippled as he lifted a crate and turned around to face you, giving you a view of his golden abs.

Ripping your eyes away, you speedily walked towards your pile of crates to pick one up. Your face was burning red as you avoided Taehyung’s knowing smirk.

“Like what you see doll?” Taehyung spoke, deeper than he normally would, and just slightly louder so you could hear him across the admittedly small and empty street. His eyes were trained on your face, careful not to give in to his desires and let them slip down to your chest, to keep both his composure, and his dignity intact.

You walked inside without swiftly without comment, putting the crate down and slumping beside it, you let out a breath. “What the fuck. Why are the assholes always stacked? It’s bad enough that it’s always that prick that gets me all riled up.” You muttered as you ran a hand through your dampened hair. “God, not only the face of a supermodel, but the body of literal god, and that VOICE, I’m fucking screwed, or actually, I’m not unfortunately.”

“You damn right, he is fine.” You whipped your head around to see Hoseok exaggeratedly fanning himself.

“Did you hear all of that?” Your face reddened once more as you cringed at the thought.

“Mmm hmm, but I do NOT blame you, 11/10 would smash.” Hoseok plonked down his crate and sat beside you “Apart from the attitude, that’s a -1.”

“Thank you, king of the homosexuals, for your extremely valid opinion.” laughing, you both decided to unpack the crates before you went back out, in hopes that Taehyung would no longer be there, and in Hoseok’s words 'save me from looking like the thirstiest gay ever’.

When you did venture back outside however, the odds were not in your favour. Taehyung was still there, picking up his last box, still shirtless and had now donned a white bandana. A bead of sweat dripped down the curve of his sun-kissed bicep, that you hadn’t taken the time to notice before. The two of you rushed back inside as quick as you could with your crates, jumping around and quietly screaming in the pantry like a bunch of teenage girls.

“SWEET JESUS, PLEASE SEX GODS IF YOU DON’T GIVE ME A BONER I’LL SACRIFICE MY NEXT PAY CHEQUE.” Hoseok screamed as he hopped about the room.

“You might wanna sacrifice something else pal.” you chuckled as you walked over to stack items in the fridge.

Turning round, eyes narrowed, Hoseok pointed at you, jokingly “You better not hold me to that, you hoe. Besides, you’re one to talk, your lady boner is pretty damn obvious.”

“Oh fuck off.” Shaking your head with a guffaw you began your duties once more, and your light-hearted friend started to unpack a crate.

“I’m truly flattered that I’m that attractive to you.” You stopped stock still at the sound of a low, melodic voice, dripping with contempt. The two of you whipped around, faces redder than the garish plastic of the crates as your eyes found Taehyung’s triumphant face. His smirk grew even wider as his eyes landed on yours, dropping a snarky wink. He was still wearing what he had been previously, his self-assured stance letting you know he knew what it did to you.

“I was just coming by to ask if you needed any help with carrying your crates in. But it’s great to know your thoughts on my appearance.” A hand came to rest on his hip as his eyes bore into you. Your eyes felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets from the sheer intensity of his gaze, and your face was hot and flushed, though you were unable to rip your eyes away.

“My offer’s still open, you know.” Taehyung’s eyes shone in the warm light as it streamed through the windows, his glittering pupils seemed almost genuine for a second, it was almost as if a halo had surrounded his head, an innocent, child like look was painted softly on his face. Lips falling from their teasing grin to form a soft smile. Just for a moment, he seemed truly happy to help you with your crates, happy to be there with you. But just as soon as it appeared it was gone. You could practically see devil horns sprouting from his skull, as he resumed his prior expression in a hurried manor.

“W-well I’ll take that as a no then. See you darling.” His slight stutter as he begun to speak was almost unnoticeable, quickly covered up by his signature drawl. With a wink he disappeared around the corner, a little to quickly, and bounded across the street.

Hoseok let out a dramatic sigh, and pressing the back of his hand to his forehead, promptly fell flat on the floor. You quickly followed in joining his starfish pity party, though the look on Taehyung’s face still lingered in your mind.

The night passed with more hiccups than usual, mainly on your part. Your thoughts had been preoccupied with Taehyung, you just hadn’t been able to shake his expression from your head. After burning onions for the third time, Hoseok suggested you take a break for a bit, which you gladly did, and stayed behind to wash up as an apology.

You were shaken from your thoughts by a low, dulcet, and somewhat familiar voice from across the street. There was a man handing a walking stick to a frail old woman, he looked to be in his early twenties, and had big, brown eyes brimming with affection and wonder, his mouth curved into a toothy box smile and his eyes crinkled up as the woman thanked him. His unruly walnut coloured hair bobbed up and down as he bowed slightly to her.

No matter how familiar everything about him seemed, you couldn’t quite put a finger on who it was. No. It couldn’t be. Skeptically, your eyes traced his features, growing mortified as you realised who the man, that was now staring right at you, was. Kim Taehyung jumped as he realised he had let his guard down, and quickly morphed his face into the oh so familiar smirk.

“Night babe.” He snickered before sauntering off down the street, turning the corner abruptly.

Who the hell was Taehyung?

And why was he only a prick to you?

[train-heartnet-xiii]

I almost forgot to share this...

I went out to dinner with dad today since neither of us felt up to cooking. he had me check the facebook page for one of his favorite local places to see what specials they were listing for this week and since one of them was his favorite quesadilla option and it was dirt cheap we wound up eating there.

while we were eating a couple was seated one booth away from us. while the waitress (a different one than ours) was taking their orders, smiling and acting as normal as humanly possible, especially given what happened next, I hear this.

waitress: this is going to sound really weird but I assure you there is a reason I’m going to ask this. do you want cheese on your quesadilla?

the lady at that booth went wide eyed and covered her mouth with her hand a bit and I heard her answer “you poor dear... of course I do.”

I’m just sitting there staring, because you know for that to have happened just then someone had to have pitched a fit about there being cheese on their fucking quesadilla recently. fucking hells, quesa, queso, FUCKING CHEESE... IT’S RIGHT IN THE DAMNED NAME!

[mariagrazialettieri-blog]

Miglior film, miglior attore protagonista, miglior film d’azione sono solo il motivo della sfilata più attesa dell’anno! E a sfilare in questo caso saranno le star più amate e promettenti dei nostri tempi! Selezionare gli abiti migliori non semplice, quando a scontrarsi sono le migliori Maison del mondo! Tra le candidate di quesa edizione agli Oscar 2019 troviamo Lady Gaga, Emma Stone e Amy Adams, che hanno sfilato con abiti da sogno che non ci hanno affatto deluso. In copertina Charlize Theron nel suo elegante vestito targato Dior. Ma non sono loro le protagoniste della mia puntata!Ad aprire questa gara sarà un abito che non ho messo in sfida, perché le principesse sono fuori gara! Quindi è a lei che ho ceduto il primo 10 tra i look scelti.

È Michelle Yeoh in un abito Haute Couture di ELIE SAAB

La sfida continua a colpi di lucentezza, e a sfidarsi saranno proprio l’intramontabile Jennifer Lopez, che indossa TOM FORD contro la dolce Molly Sims che indossa un abito del designer libanese ZUHAIR MURAD.

Si sono scontrate a colpi di luccichii e il look che mostra più audacia, meritando quasi l’eccellenza è il tubino vetrato di Jennifer Lopez, che con il suo 9 vince sull’incantevole design libanese che ottiene un 8.

Passiamo poi al colore più trendy per qualsiasi donna: ecco a voi  la guerra a colpi di Rosa! Iniziamo con lo scintillio dei ricami di JENNY PACKHAMJ indossato da Marie Kondo,  contro l’esuberante look di Linda Cardellini, creato da SCHIAPARELLI che ovviamente per me ottiene un 10. Si sottintende che il pomposo abito vinca contro la semplicità, ma anch’esso si avvicina all’eccellenza con un 9 1/2.

Non intendo concludere l’articolo con un tocco glam, quindi dopo la lotta alla Rouches attorta meglio, ci sarà una la categoria più classica e che non tramonterà mai di moda. I look scelti in questo caso sono quello targato VERSACE ed indossato da Kiki Layane contro la pantera nera Hannah Beachler, che ottiene un punteggio di 8 , contro il vestito precedente che ottiene lo stesso punteggio. La guerra tra le Rouches si conclude con la parità!

La chiusura era stata già anticipata, ed infatti ecco l’ultima gara a colpi di stile: si sfideranno i due tailleur che ho preferito di questo Red Carpet! E questa sfida si conclude senza vincitori, in quanto Sandy Powell e Allison Janney sono già state vincitrici, indossando i tailleur più trendy degli ultimi anni!

Pic1. Allison Janney

Pic2. Sandy Powell

  Rouches, Silver e Pink per le star degli Oscar 2019 Miglior film, miglior attore protagonista, miglior film d'azione sono solo il motivo della sfilata più attesa dell'anno!