#Mexican-inspired bathrooms

[mycustomcopper]

Finally, complete the look with handcrafted details and rustic wood elements to enhance the traditional ambiance. Open wooden shelving, woven textiles, and wrought iron fixtures bring the entire space together, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere. Decorative items, such as small pottery pieces or handwoven rugs, further add character and warmth, celebrating the artisanal heritage that makes Mexican-inspired bathrooms so unique. By thoughtfully blending artisan copper accents, vibrant tiles, and rustic elements, you’ll create a bathroom that feels both luxurious and deeply connected to Mexican tradition.

[valiasims]

Beachy Collection

Hey everyone!

My new cc set is finished! This collection was inspired by the beaches, obviously :D. I wanted to make some essentials for your sims to enjoy what left of the summer.

If you have not seen my other posts I'll add some notes for the items here. First of all there are two versions of the sling chair because I wanted it to have the sunbathing functionality but sims lay down whilst sunbathing on a lounge chair so I had to attach a pouff foot rest to it so the animation isn't weird. But I added a simple chair version as well so you can mix and match and it won't look too copy-paste with the same foot rest.

Second item I want to mention is the drink tray. There's two, one is functional with the Backyard Stuff Pack the other is a deco one.

Third thing is the public bathroom which I managed to get to work without adding two of them to the object. But this was a really annoying process because for some reason the animation for it includes the sim teleporting a mile to the left when entering the facility. In my case that meant they jumped out of the object. It worked fine for females because for some reason they jumped only half a mile and I thought I was good, then I tested the males and whoops...But don't worry, you won't see them standing frozen while "peeing" because I managed to tweak the tuning so the males use the same animation as the females.

I think that's it! I hope you'll enjoy these objects. Let me know what you think or if you have any questions/problems!

The Set Includes

Sling Tanning Chair (foot rest included)

Sling Chair (chair version)

Folding Table

Coffee Table (1 tile, 2 tile)

Pouff Table

Drink Tray Functional (you need to have Backyard Stuff Pack)

Drink Tray Deco

Folded Towel With Sunscreen

Beach Blanket

Sun Umbrella (opened, closed)

Wooden Planks

Simewe Beach Bag

Wooden Awning (with and without curtains)

Mexican Fan Palm (tall and short)

Public Bathroom Hut

-DOWNLOAD HERE- Public release on the 16th of September 6PM CST

[discopaddock]

I DON'T WANNA TALK - CHARLES LECLERC

SUMMARY: charles is mad after the bad race, what can go wrong after screaming at his girlfriend?

PAIRING: charles leclerc x fem!reader

GENRE: angst with happy (???) ending

WORD COUNT: 0.9k

WARNINGS: screaming, crying, charles is mad, traumatizing childhood and parent, ENGLISH ISN'T NY FIRST LANGUAGE

AUTHOR'S NOTE: hiya, was inactive for a (longer) moment, school still sucks, inspiration is taking offence at me and history at school does kill me right now fr (we started the great war recently and watched im westen nichts neues - i hate this kind of films). anyway this was based in this request.

Charles was angry. No, he was furious.

Race didn't go well. He had to retire after Perez touched him and he ended up in the wall.

Race was good, for two laps he was even leading but then the Mexican showed up and Charles’ good race said “bye bye”.

“Charles,” his girlfriend said after they were finally in their hotel room.

He wasn't in the mood for talking. He didn't want her pity. He wanted to take a shower (another one) and scream in his pillow.

The girl was looking at him, worried. This wasn't the state she has seen him for many times. It was the first time actually.

“I don't wanna talk” he answered only and grabbed some clothes of his and entered the bathroom.

“If you’d like to-” she started but he turned around to face her with anger written on his face, panting.

“Shut up!” Charles yelled at her and entered the bathroom. She was left speechless. There were tears forming in her eyes that started falling down when she heard the slam of the door.

Oh, she really didn't want it to come back.

Life was good, great even, then those memories came to her mind, causing another session of crying.

The girl had no idea what to do.

Her eyesight wasn't so clear as she was looking for the tissues, convinced that her make up was smeared as hell.

When she finally found some in her bag, she next jumped on the bed and covered herself with the blanket.

Her heart was hurt, it didn't crack in shatters but still it hurt as hell.

She felt like that seven year old girl, who was standing in front of her father, crying because he yelled at her.

She was screamed at because of trying to make her dad come to terms with her beloved mother.

It was too much for little Y/N. It hunted her for years.

Especially now, when her and Charles were trying everything to have a baby. She was frightened she became the same as her father and her child would have to experience the same case as she had.

And now it was too much for adult Y/N.

She knew she should meet her therapist as soon as she could but she couldn't since she was travelling with her boyfriend around Asia for the next two weeks and her therapist wasn't doing online appointments.

And there she was, still lying on her side of the king-size bed covered with a blanket and still crying.

Charles wasn't aware of his girlfriend's reaction to his behaviour until he left the bathroom, all showered and with a clear mind, and heard sobs in the room.

He sighed only and went to the bed and took a seat beside the girl. He carefully took off the blanket of her face and saw her with smeared make up, red eyes and runny nose.

She didn't want to talk with him and put her head in the pillow, so he couldn't look at her.

“I'm sorry-” he started but her hushed by the pillow voice interrupted him with:

“I don't wanna talk.”

So Charles didn't talk more but kissed her head quickly and left to the living room, to give her space he knew she needed.

The next hour went, well, silent.

Y/N wasn't sobbing anymore, just blowing off her nose and coughing from time to time. Charles at the other hand was thinking about his new song and was trying to write any notes but he lacked at stave paper and at any keyboard or piano.

The girl finally got out of the bed and entered the bathroom. She grabbed some cotton pads and put micellar water on it and began to remove her make up.

It was a heavenly feeling for her, since her eyelids were sticking to each other because of the mascara.

Next she grabbed some cleaning foam and removed the rest of the cosmetics and put on the cream.

The girl left the bathroom and went to Charles who was sitting on the couch with some folded paper around.

He heard her steps and turned around to see her face.

“Ready to talk?” he asked only and she nodded, then sat beside him. “I'm sorry, truly” he said, looking into her eyes, that he loved so much. Now they were puffed and red from the crying.

“I know” she answered and hugged him like a koala. Charles wrapped his arms around her body, without saying any words.

“What happened?” the man asked, rubbing her back with his palm. “Tell me, I'm not leaving this without any explanation,” he added in a calm tone.

The girl was silent for a few moments. But then she told him only:

“Father was screaming at me for trying to help.”

Charles was speechless. He knew his girlfriend’s relationship with her father wasn't good, but he didn't know it was that bad. He never asked since her mother told him not to for the girl's mental state.

“I'm sorry, dove. I'm so sorry” he whispered to her ear, trying to comfort her the best he could.

“I don't want to be like him” she mumbled in the crock of his neck and he sighed.

“You are not like him,” he assured her. “You will never be like him,” he added and kissed her temple. “You are a better person than him, dove.”

“I love you” she mumbled.

“I love you too” she whispered back and they remained silent for the rest of the night, cuddled in each other’s arms.

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[cod-imagines-fanfiction]

Jealous Alejandro kidnaps Valeria's girlfriend to be interrogated by the 141 (2k words, part 1)

Summary: Inspired by one of my headcanons for Valeria. Valeria has gifted you a whole wing in her massive residence in Las Almas. Alejandro infiltrates the mansion to gather intel and finds you, Valeria's girlfriend. You are kidnapped by Alejandro and interrogated by the 141 on Valeria and her whereabouts. Got a bit carried away and will make a part 2! Link to fanfic on A03

Notes: Sorry for butchering Mexican Spanish, I Google-translated everything! Also tagging @lesvii in case u wanted to read it! TW: mentions of cheating, toxic Alejandro, threat of violence.

It was another beautiful night for you at the rich luxurious mansion of your girlfriend Valeria Garza, the infamous cartel mogul of Las Almas and Latin America. In the lowest basements of the estate sat enemies, tied on their chairs and ruthlessly interrogated by Valeria's henchmen. Blood stains littered the floor, the moans of these victims muffled by the layers of concrete that stood between them and the world above the surface. And much further above, on a secluded and spoiled part of the estate, you stretched lazily on a golden bathtub filled with hot water and bubbles, feeling the dolphin-shaped taps that winked at you with diamond eyes as you played around with the water. Your bathroom was filled with the scent of lavender and honey and you enjoyed another night of hard-earned relaxation. It wasn't easy being this loved and spoiled, but someone had to do it! Sure, Valeria had a prominently dark side that demanded constant attention, and could be a handful to love. Valeria needed three warm homemade meals every day, love each morning and night and a massage break during her siesta, and you met all of her wishes. In return, Valeria loved you hard and expensively.

Today was an especially tough day because Valeria needed to leave for a business trip.

"It's just three days, okay mi amor? I'll be back before you know it," she fussed over you at her doorstep, one of the few times she'd let you be seen by her henchmen. Ever since you were moved into Valeria's residence, she had scarcely left your side. And now here she was, needing to leave for some kind of business meeting that she refused to elaborate on. You knew it must've been important because you would hear various personnel discuss it carelessly when they thought you weren't listening from your balcony. And it must've been very important if it meant keeping her away from you for days. "But what about morning cuddles?" You sulked and held on to her shirt with the tip of your fingers. It was a bit self-indulgent and dramatic, but you really were going to miss her, and Valeria loved to feel needed anyway, so such pathetic displays were more than welcome. "I'll call you whenever I can, okay? Now give me a kiss."

And that's how you ended up having to amuse yourself for several days.

And that's when Alejandro decided to infiltrate the Las Almas residence.

You were soaking in the warm water, completely oblivious to the fact that your girlfriend's ex-lover was eyeing the residence for a vulnerable entry point. As you lathered your body in oils and creams, he was butchering the guards and dumping their bodies behind the bushes. As you sat on your Queen sized bed ready to rest for the night, he stood behind the door, listening. Alejandro had guessed that this must be Valeria's private area of the mansion because it was significantly nicer than the rest, and that said something. Whereas the rest of the mansion looked like it came from a luxury housekeeping catalogue, this part was more...personal. It had a personal touch to it, a woman's touch. And he knew Valeria had no interest in interior decoration. He passed hallways with floral and sensual pieces of art, past vases with carefully arranged flowers that probably had a deeper significance than he realised. Past a fully stocked kitchen with something freshly cooked on the stove, past a well-used sitting area decorated with pictures of two women smiling at the camera. Jealousy tugged at his heart at these displays of domesticity. He pulled a spy cam cord from his pocket and slid it underneath the door. And there on the bed, amid fluffy cushions and blankets, sat you.

And he remembered exactly who you were.

"Hermano, all good in there?" Soap's voice came through in his earpiece, jolting Alejandro from his revenge fantasy. "Si, be out in five," he whispered and pulled the camera back. It'd be more efficient to knock on the door and wait to take you with chloroform, but he could bet on his life that you were not part of the cartel. This was very much a regular civilian woman, a little trophy wife. And trophy wives can't fight off military personnel. Alejandro rammed through the door and lunged for you before you even had a moment to turn around. Having tucked yourself in your blankets, you had no time to even get up before this strange man put his hands on you.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Strange men with various insignias on their uniforms paced around the residence as you were pushed forward and towards the garden. The man was with Mexican Special Forces, that much you could tell. He laughed darkly and tightened his grip on you. "So, big El Sinobre left you behind, eh? Not so big and scary now, are we?" To your horror and surprise, a helicopter was lowering itself to the ground and shone a bright light on you, like you were a criminal. You wanted to protest that you hadn't actually done anything, but you were guilty by association. Another man leaned out of the helicopter and extended his arm to grab you. "That don't look like cartel to me, brother," a slightly Southern American accent decorated his speech as he grabbed your elbow and chucked you in. The Mexican man followed you along with some others. "She's the next best thing after Valeria, trust me. She'll come running to us in no time."

"Hermano, you sure about this? There are different rules for civilians." Another man spoke, a man with a mohawk and the Union Jack flag on his vest. The helicopter started raising itself off the ground and took off to God knows where. You were in your pyjamas still, feeling silly and vulnerable, too afraid to say anything. Valeria always warned people to stay quiet in front of enemies, and you couldn't be blamed for anything you hadn't said. "I'm positive, Hermano. I know how she works. We take something from her, and she'll come looking." The man sat right across from you, his eyes never leaving you. He was tall and dark, around Valeria's age you'd guess, maybe older. There was a menacing look in his eyes, as though he couldn't stand to look at you, yet his dark eyes never left yours. There was something else lurking underneath that you couldn't put your finger on. It was almost like hatred, though you couldn't understand why he'd hate you personally - you'd never seen him before. And yet he spoke of Valeria with such familiarity...it chilled you.

Next thing you knew, you were in some headquarters. Masses of soldiers marched to and from the facility, taking the time to glance your way as the men brought you to one of the warehouses. Amidst the uniformed men with pounds of kit on themselves, you felt naked. Within the warehouse was a metal container that, to your horror, seemed to be your new resting place. You were thrown on a chair and the container sealed shut after them. "She's being surprisingly cooperative so far," the man with the skull mask grumbled as he leaned back with his arms crossed. "Either that or poor thing doesn't speak English," said the American.

"I can speak English," you whispered and nodded to them, the first thing you said so far. "Perfecto." The American clapped his hands and walked towards you. He lowered himself to your level and brought his face menacingly close to yours, so close you could feel his breath on your cheek. "Now, we can do this the nice way. Or we can do this the army way. What will it be, sweetheart?" He stared you down with his blue eyes and you noticed the scar on his cheek; a clean slice on his combat-hardened face. You swallowed hard. "The nice way." He grinned with satisfaction and raised himself. "That's what I like to hear."

The man who kidnapped you stepped forward, towering over you and not bothering to lower himself like the American. "Where's Valeria?" He spat her name out like poison and your heart sank. "I don't kn-," you'd started saying but stopped when you saw how his eyes darkened. "She doesn't tell me anything. She keeps her business separate from me." "And who exactly are you?" The masked man spoke, his deep voice reverberating within the container. The Mexican man scoffed and paced around mumbling to himself. "This should be good." "Alejandro, please." Another man scolded in a whisper. Alejandro glared at him and shook his head, then looked at you with a deep frown that contorted an otherwise handsome face. His eyes, you realised, were looking at your fingers, one of which wore a thick golden band.

"I'm her partner." You resisted the urge to play with your ring, afraid of making any move in front of them. The American laughed loudly, making you jolt in your seat. "A cartel run by a lesbian, eh? Man, I love my job." "She's not a lesbian," Alejandro snapped quickly. The American stood up taller. "My friend, I think you need to cool off." "¡Anímate y díselo!" He yelled at you. "Alright, now hold on. How do you two know each other?" The American demanded as he pointed to you and Alejandro. "I don't know him," you mumbled and shook your head. "Mierda! You know perfectly well who I am." He exploded again. The man with the mohawk and the other Mexican man looked at you wearily, moving a little bit closer to you in light of Alejandro's outbursts. "I'm sorry, I really don't," you said with a wavering voice. That seemed to really set him off. Alejandro charged at you while swearing. "Vete al infierno hija de puta-"

The two men reached forward and drew him away from you. "Alejandro-" "Calm down, Commander." He shook them off then span around and looked at you again, his firsts curled on the handles of his vest. "Okay, go on. Speak." "I already told you she doesn't tell me anything! She doesn't want me to be involved and she doesn't tell me where she goes. I just take care of the house and that's it. And she'll be mighty pissed when she sees I'm gone." You threw your words at him.

"And now, you," the American pointed at Alejandro. "Valeria served in the Mexican Army, same unit but different squads. Until she betrayed us for the cartel. That's how I know her."

Suddenly, you realised who he was. You'd heard whispers about him amongst Valeria's friends. She would frequently be teased about 'moving camps' and being a heartbreaker. One of them even joked about how you were a homewrecking housewife. Valeria made sure you didn't see those people again. You thought it was all part of a big joke, until now. That part of her past, you guessed, must be him.

The American looked at you and you nodded. "Yes, she did that when we first met. But I don't know anything specific, she didn't tell me." The man who called Alejandro 'commander' looked at you closely and he, too, seemed familiar. He was also part of the Mexican Special Forces and seemed to be paired up with Alejandro. He had large, round brown eyes that were not unkind. He spoke up: "I remember her too. Valeria and she met just a bit before Valeria left the Mexican Army." The American looked at you with disdain after that, and the other man continued. "But she's not lying about not knowing Alejandro. Valeria kept her out of our business." You looked at him with relief and he looked away.

"Well we just pulled a heck of an operation to weed this one out, and we're not leaving until we get some answers," said the American man. "And I don't believe for a second that you're entirely clueless. Now you can either start singing or I'm gonna show you the difference between the military and me."

Notes: Thanks for reading! Link to part 2 :> Link to part 3

[theserenadeofshadows]

Sims 4 Yellow Mexican Villa (or) Yellow Lovestruck Mansion

Download: EA Gallery - ID: Mellishadow Simsfileshare (no ads, always free) Patreon (no ads, always free)

The lighting in this build is gameplay friendly. There are two extra houses which could be rented. Inspired by real estate Casa Obelisco in Mexico. Available on the Gallery and as Tray download.

Information:

Name: Yellow Mexican Villa (or) Yellow Lovestruck Mansion. Gallery ID: Mellishadow - available as gallery download. CC/Mods: No

Lot Placement: 50x40, Ciudad Enamorada, Plaza Mariposa. Moveobjects on. Lot Type: Residential (could be made a residential rental) Lot Price: $359.071

Yellow house: 5 bedrooms; 1 kids room with bassinet, crib and toddler bed; 4 bathrooms with separate toilets; dining room; kitchen; living room; entrance; two patios (on with seating area; big roof terrace; garage; outdoor pool.

Blue house: 1 bedroom; 1 bathroom; roof terrace; kitchen and living room.

Pink house: 3 bedrooms; 2 bathrooms; open kitchen; living room; dining room; entrance; terrace.

Terms of use: - Don't reupload the build. - Don't claim as your own. - Don't place the build behind a paywall (this would be reuploading too).

Socials/contact: Please let me know if there are any issues (other than the known ones) so I can work on it. I would love to see your Sims live in this build, feel free to tag me on Instagram @TheSerenadeOfShadows  or Tumblr @TheSerenadeOfShadows.

Packs used:EP:  Lovestruck • For Rent • Horse Ranch • Growing Together • High School Years • Cottage Living • Snowy Escape • Eco Living (low use) • Discover University • Island Living (low use) • Get Famous (low use) • Seasons • Get Togehter • Get to Work (low use)

GP: Werewolves (low use) • My Wedding Stories (low use) • Dream Home Decorator • Realm of Magic (low use) • Strangerville • Jungle Adventure • Parenthood • Vampires • Dine Out (low use) • Spa Day (low use) • Outdoor Retreat (low use)

SP: Crystal Creations (low use) • Paranormal • Tiny Living (low use) • Moshino Stuff (low use) • Laundry Day • Bowling Night (low use) • Vintage Glamour (low use) • Backyard Stuff (low use) • Romantic Garden (low use) • Movie Hangout (low use) • Cool Kitchen 

Kits: Desert Luxe • Blooming Rooms

[ameliathefatcat]

Watching Primos, and it’s not as bad as everyone is complaining about. It was a very funny joke when Nellie asked “was that always her name?” When referring to Lucita. There are parts of the show I can relate to even though my summers were completely different from Tater’s I can see relate to her. I grew up going to sleep away camp (where I’m working at this summer) and I can relate to not having personal space, or quiet and gross bathrooms.

When it comes to stereotypes and it not being accurate to Latina culture. Primos is based off Natasha Kline’s life. Kline is open about using her childhood as inspiration for her show. I think that’s something people keep forgetting. People complaining the stereotypes in the show, the show is based off of Kline’s real life, it’s her story.

Unpopular opinion but it’s ok to include stereotypes of YOUR community in YOUR work. Especially if you seen those stereotypes in your life. I obviously can’t speak for Mexican-Americans since that not my community. But I can speak for Jewish Americans, and there are so many stereotypes from my community I’ve seen growing up and I’ve experienced from my own family. Out of the roughly 28 tropes listed on TV Tropes A Nice Jewish Index I’ve personally seen or experienced at least 12 of them. And there are stereotypes not list that I’ve experienced. If I was to make a cartoon based of my own childhood attending sleep away camp and include many stereotypes would that be problematic? No, but if a non Jew did the same it would be problematic. It’s the same thing for Primos since Natasha Kline herself is Mexican American and this is based off her own experiences we should be ok with the stereotypes. Life is full of stereotypes and we should laugh at them when they happen in our lives. (I’ve been joking about the stereotypes in my life for a long as I can remember)

Idk where in going with this post, I’ve been sick for a few weeks with the camp cold. I’m all here for valid criticism but please watch the show first.

[wolfcrisp-69]

RidgeSide Community - Residential Rental

Gallery name: RidgeSide Community Gallery ID: wolfcrisp69

I built this residential rental for Strangerville where Old Penelope was. This community is meant to be on the lower class side and is inspired by northern mexican poorer countryside homes. The houses descriptions and images will be below the cut. I used TOOL to add some extra buildings around the lot, i highly recommend the TOOL mod and awingedllama's mod that allows you to click off lot, it makes using TOOL on the world much, much easier.

RidgeSide home 1

Built for a single sim or couple and the grandmother/daughter.

Ridgeside Home 2

Built for an elderly couple, or single elderly sim

RidgeSide 3 Built a home for three blue collar workers or ranchers who live in a small one room+bathroom house together.

RidgeSide 4 Built for a couple and their son or a family member who is into exercise or the military

Name: RidgeSide Community Gallery ID: wolfcrisp69

[reimulin]

do you guys want to see my American Idiot plot manifesto? no? i don't care, here it is anyway

(under cut)

no i did not watch the American Idiot musical for this. also wake me up when September ends is not included because BJA has stated that it isn't part of the album's story.

i exercised a little bit of artistic liberty but for the most part this is as accurate to the apparent story of the album as possible. ok thank you please enjoy ^^

THE GOSPEL OF THE JESUS OF SUBURBIA

Characters:

Jesús O. Salvador: Middle name unknown. 1st generation Mexican immigrant who now lives in Jingletown (Oakland, California). Nicknames: JOS (pronounced Johss), the Jesus of Suburbia, St. Jimmy (alter ego). 15 (debatably).

“Wisteriya”: Given name Amanda, last name unknown. Mostly just referred to as Whatsername, as Jesús avoids saying her name. (Got the name from squinting really hard at the covered up name in the American Idiot physical lyric book)

Tunar “Tunny” Qurbanov: Jesús’s friend he met in The City. Off the boat Azerbaijani immigrant who makes it big in New York.

Timeline:

(2004) cw for everything under the sun

direct/credible sources: american idiot cd booklet, genius lyrics

narrative speculation/inspiration: "why green day matters" by fort collins productions (youtube), "saint jimmy" by ussnicole (archiveofourown)

February 23rd: (American Idiot) Jesús writes his first diary entry/poem, an angry piece about the government, 9/11, and the dead end he feels like he has reached. While this entry outlines his basic beliefs about the world, it isn’t very important to his personal story.

March 3rd: (Jesus of Suburbia) The “Jesus of Suburbia” suite is born. The first act is more teenage angst, as was in the last entry. However, this one is more focused on his own situation. His step-father (Brad) is a horrible man of Rage, and his mother is a devout Christian of Love, but she lets his father’s behavior slide. He believes himself to be somewhat like his namesake, and he is the most self-centered kid in the world. He centers his religious beliefs around himself, a product of the divided and individualistic country that raised him. Jesús believes the problem is society, not himself. His Christ complex has taken over his mind, and he compares wasting his life away with drugs and tv to crucifixion.

Jesús, when not at home, mainly hangs out at the 7/11. He describes the 7/11 and Jingletown in general as the “City of the Dead”, a place where no one comes or goes, and if you’re born there, you’re stuck there. The graffiti in the 7/11 bathroom, some by those who came before him, some by Jesús himself, is regarded by him to be his own Bible. Likewise, he feels like he is the culmination of this graffiti Bible, fulfilling the prophecies written on the walls. But the bathroom is not only the Bible for him; it’s also the center of the earth, and his own hell. His belief system is a little bit confusing. He’s only 15(?), after all.

After he writes about all of this, he begins to break down, entering the third act of his suite. He screams into the paper about how nobody cares, and neither does he. He sees the world as a bunch of hypocrites who don’t care to understand him. Here he reveals his “kids of war and peace”, his group of freshmen who follow his every word like his disciples. He cares about them, but his own self-centeredness gets in the way of forming a real connection beyond that of their leader.

Now that he is thinking of them, he writes a cryptic draft of a letter that he will eventually give to his disciples, titled “Dearly Beloved”. In his mind, it’s his own private eulogy. He tries to reflect on his own behavior, but his own complexes get in the way. 

The final part of the suite would eventually be written in the 7/11 bathroom as his “final words” to his disciples and those who hated him alike. He decides to run away from home, moving to The City. He steals Holiday from his stepfather Brad, a 1968 Mercury Monterey convertible that he drills a hand grenade piece to the head of. He vows to never fit into society’s “line” again. He will not keep this promise.

April 1st: (Holiday) Jesús picks up his diary again, as he approaches The City on Holiday. Not even he is sure how long it took to get there. He revisits the ideas of his original entry, writing an angry piece about the government after hearing a particularly egregious speech from a Californian politician on his car radio. Despite his rage, he is starting to regret running away from his old life. He tries to convince himself that it was the right move to escape suburbia.

April 2nd: (BVOBD) With The City in sight, Jesús crashes Holiday for seemingly no reason. However, he is only a couple of miles away, and resolves to walk the rest of the way. He writes as he goes, lamenting how he walks alone now as he always did. The City sleeps as he finally steps foot into the heart of the place he had always dreamed of. When he gets there, though, he realizes how alone he really is, and he doesn’t know what to do next, and he wishes for someone to find him.

April 11th: (Are We The Waiting) Easter Sunday. More than a week after his arrival, Jesús still hasn’t found his true home in The City, and is starting to hate it. The loneliness is eating him alive. He misses the reputation he had in Jingletown, and he misses how his disciples idolized him. He even starts to miss his family. He finally breaks down in an alley, his mental state shattering, as he realizes how wrong he was about his life back home; he was never the Jesus of Suburbia.

May 7: (St. Jimmy) Jesús doesn’t know what happened between Easter and the day St. Jimmy was born. But according to his diary, this is the day he truly lost his mind. And it was taken over by an alter ego: St. Jimmy. He resolves that if he cannot be the Jesus of Suburbia, then he’ll be the patron saint of denial, the suicidal prince of his own religion. He emerges from the alleyway a new man. Jimmy is better than he ever was in his mind: confident, anarchist, and the son of Rage rather than Love. He begins to collect new disciples, the Forty Thieves, named after the Arabian tale, and he becomes their King instead of their savior. His right-hand man is Tunny, who will go on to be more successful than he ever was, who was someone he never appreciated while he had him. Jesús always did drugs, but his addiction spirals out of control, paralleling the “drug” of St. Jimmy’s persona. He even publicly disowns his own parents, stating his father to be Edgar Allen Poe. His followers learn not to question his madness.

June 13th: (Give me Novacaine) Jesús rides the high of St. Jimmy for a while, but in his private moments he’s just as broken as he ever was. Even when it’s just him and his painkillers, Jimmy still pops into his head to taunt him, and he begs for the release from his personal hell. On this night, he overdoses in the alley he now calls home. However, he is found and saved by none other than Wisteriya.

July 4th: (She's a Rebel) After Wisteriya saves him from death, the two become inseparable, and Jesús falls madly in love with her. He absolutely idolizes her, seeing her as the unwavering spirit of rebellion, and the true patron saint of his movement. Her real name is Amanda, but she changed her name and appearance to be more “punk feminist”, in her own words. Wisteriya becomes his new Bible in the absence of his 7/11 bathroom, and she becomes his new Messiah figure, as she seems to fulfill the prophecies that had been written by him since he entered the city. Later, Jesús will refer to her as Whatsername.

(Extraordinary Girl) He doesn’t date the second entry, but it can be assumed it was written a bit later in their relationship. This is where the cracks in their relationship start to form, but Jesús still idolizes her as much as ever. Despite this, he begins to see how she is still human, and he writes about her crying. The troubles in their relationship are not well reported on in Jesús’s diary, so it's unclear what exactly she is crying about. However, Jesús writes about how it feels as if she never really wanted him, but dates him out of desperation for love. This entry appears to be a collaborative effort, as Wisteriya’s handwriting can be seen among Jesús’s. She refers to herself for the first time here as Whatsername.

August 18th: (Letterbomb) A letter is pasted into the diary, given to him by Wisteriya. In one final act of rage and desperation, she breaks off their relationship, telling him that nobody likes him, and hands him her final letter before leaving The City and him behind. Wisteriya tells him that his “movement” failed, and he will never be the revolutionary savior he wants to be so badly. She points out his hypocrisy, and how The City is crumbling around him to his total apathy. She tears down St Jimmy, calling him what he is: a figment of his true parents’ rage AND love, and merely a front for Jesús’s own self-centeredness. She tears down the Jesus of Suburbia, pointing out how much of a poser he is, and how he only ever loved the idea of her. Finally, she tears down Jesús himself, telling him that she’s leaving before he can destroy her too. She leaves him with a plea to stop over-analyzing and actually do something with his life. After she’s gone, Jesús realizes that she was right, and that he was the American Idiot all along. However, her message doesn’t totally reach him, and he chooses quiet apathy to The City burning down around him.

October 19th: (Homecoming) This is probably a year later. His final suite begins with a transcription of his final message to Wisteriya, now referred to as Whatsername. He reflects on the past few months, which he spent trying to change himself and reflect, to questionable results. He asks her to come back to him when he comes home.

After Whatsername leaves, Jesús decides to disband his “cult”, but St. Jimmy steps in and instead tells his disciples that none of their problems are their own fault, and they should blame their parents for everything. This is the final straw for Jesús, as he attempts to kill St. Jimmy in one final religious ritual: the suicide Jimmy craved so badly. He attempts to shoot himself in the head over the bay, and the bullet hits his head, but his life is saved by Tunny, who pushes the gun out of the way just in time. He still retains a horrible injury, but survives. Despite not killing him, Jesús says that the ritual worked, and that even if he didn’t succeed in committing suicide, Jimmy was satisfied by the bullet in his head and was defeated.

With this, Jesús resigns himself to the life of the average American worker, taking an internship and spending his life dealing with paperwork at East 12th Street. (East Jesus Nowhere???) He grows up to live an outwardly normal life, casting away all his past affiliations, but he is filled with self-hatred and regret. He seems to also be developing severe anxiety. Most of all, he can’t seem to let go of Whatsername.

November 10: Jesús’s mental state reaches rock bottom yet again, after months of waiting for Whatsername to show up, or call him, or at least send him a letter, she hasn’t. One night, he stays up as long as he can, downing 10 cups of coffee so he isn’t asleep when she responds. He thinks about what she said to him before she left: Nobody likes you, everyone left you, they’re all out without you having fun.

He does get a message in the mail, but it’s not from Whatsername: it’s from Tunny, whom he attempted to contact along with Whatsername. He sends him a postcard from New York, where his band had made it big. He chastises Jesús, and brags about his new life, inadvertently telling him how much better he has it now, and how Jesús will never be that punk that wanted to change the world again. He ends the postcard with a request for him to stop contacting Tunny complaining about how his life ended up. He doesn’t say so, but he means to tell him that his situation is his own fault.

Finally, he resolves to stop complaining and to look towards the future, accepting that he’ll never have his old life and girlfriend back. He visits his old 7/11 bathroom, what he views as the source of his teenage madness, and paints over his graffiti, erasing the gospel of the Jesus of Suburbia. He sends one final letter to Whatsername, summarizing the Homecoming suite, and finally returns to Jingletown. He walks through the streets of his hometown, singing Whatsername’s words to himself, the only piece of his old life he will keep with him.

January 1st: (Whatsername) Many years later, Jesús encounters Whatsername in a dream. He reminisces on his time with her, and tries to forget her, the final part of his past he needs to put to rest.

thank you for reading! hope this made sense. no i did not proofread this before posting. feel free to ask questions ^^

[saw-bathroom]

Gonna make thisss presentation post

I’m mexican !! I speak spanish and my english isn’t that bad

—18—

dni minors

this blog contains #sawposting, #horror, #creepypastas, #marblehornets, #sallyface, #night in the woods, #silent hill and other things like photos of me, cool photos I see or take, and prob #gore, or just #blood

I also love emo, goth and scene subculture, heavely inspired by these!

so be welcome to the saw bathroom and my wondering thoughts. Beware of the content you see here and I’m always welcome to meet new people !!

[exmeanswithout]

i forgot my camera so Seattle I'll write you down

Dan from the seattle Eagle pours our drinks

tequila and lime for you

Vodka redbull for me

i flinch at the strength

before too long I'll know where this night is taking us

i read your writing

I'm glad theres something about this dive that breeds inspiration

for you and i both

I've finished with my drink but my drinks not finished

the rest is yours

I decide i want another

this time more redbull than vodka

dans happy to oblige

and I'm refilled

after a small puke sesh

(i shan't say whos)

we're ready to close out our tab

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second venue, carliles (no s)

our waitress looks like Marilyn

i compliment her tattoos

you order

she asks what i want

just water

you joke that I'm your chauffer and i think it's cute

she brings your mocktail while you're in the bathroom

mango, chamoy, tonic water, and lime.

it tastes like blood to me

halfway through your drink and you've had your fill

so its on to the next

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a homeless man tells us that he's seen people go up the curb backwards

(good advice to a wheelchair user unused to these city streets)

when you spend your life outside you see everything

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third venue

el borracho

mexican food in Seattle is always an experience

we settle on something light

chips and dip

the presence of cilantro prevents my partaking

i bring you a cheapo margarita

and we sit

and i write

your taco comes

it's ninety percent mush

Mexican food in Seattle is always an experience

it's time for us to leave

i tell the bartender he makes it look easy while we settle our tab and get change for the bus

we miss the first one but make the second

the driver helps us with your chair

she lets us off at her last stop

five blocks from our destination

pushing your chair uphill is hard but i dont mind because i love you

we eventually make it back to your car and find under the windshield wiper a parking ticket

we're thirty minutes late

after a close call on the freeway

(followed by flashing lights, passing, and a brake check)

we made it home

and i found my camera

[mexican-tile-store]

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[14carrotghoul]

Hey! 26, 52 and 68 for the writer's ask game! 🧡

Thank you for the ask! ❤️❤️ answering 26 last bc it got long-winded haha

52. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do! I like acknowledging and thanking my readers and also I just never shut up if given the opportunity to speak. Ask me a question and i will spill every detail lol I'm currently in the middle of a v thought provoking analysis of Ellen and Oscar's marriage/parenting in my comments and that's the kind of stuff I live for!

68. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

I don't think I actively seek out sources for inspiration lol most of my ideas tend to come out of nowhere! I daydream a lot so maybe that's the closest thing I have to inspiration, and some real life shenanigans have bled into my writing too!

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

I have two answers! So if we're talking plot-wise, I am saying Impossible to Ignore, Impossible to Ignore.

Personal journey-wise: Déjame Ver Cómo es Que Floreces.

So it started w a plot bunny of Alex and Henry meeting like a Mexican caterer and taking selfies w her at a cousin's wedding and she's basically you gave my son the courage to come out etc etc which is nowhere NEAR the plot of this BUT planted the seed of Alex talking about his roots AND Henry meeting Alex's extended family

Then it was a series of vignettes where I introduced Henry to small parts of Mexican culture. THEN I wrote the shirt-washing scene in the bathroom which made it much more romantic and meaningful so I fleshed out an arc and made all the vignettes happen at one party

I dropped it for months, and then my grandma died suddenly.

I read it by chance while going through docs and had a meltdown but felt that it had captured what I loved most about my extended family even though we are super complicated now

I gave abuela a bigger role and fully SOBBED while writing the last few paragraphs and hit post while I was still crying! And then it became my biggest fic by like 10x my usual stats

SO PRETTY FUCKIN WILD!!!!

[vintagedolls]

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Yenny, Ivonne, Grecia, Fabiola, & Noe at Kayantá Spa

[eldritch-bf]

NEW WIP INTRODUCTION

M O O N L I G H T T R I L O G Y

A story about the collision of several stranger’s lives—both their legal daily jobs, and their illegal night jobs—set in the multi-cultural backdrop of the Twin Cities, Minnesota. Family isn’t whose blood you have; family is who you’ve bled for. And there is a lot of bleeding to be done. Romance, intrigue, and betrayal take center stage in this nail-biting trilogy inspired by Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul.

N E O N M O O N L I G H T

(Book One)

Xavier Campbell

26, he/him, trans, gay, Scottish-Irish; dishwasher at Cocina Ramos by day, enthusiastic corporate terrorist by night; works with Henry Townsend, his 39 yo neighbor reeling from the accidental death of his son by a corporation-caused water pollution outbreak, and together the two of them target various corporations in the twin cities, stealing their money and destroying their corporate offices, aided by Henry’s low-level position in a high-end custodial services company, which grants them access to these businesses after dark; without knowing it, they target businesses secretly owned by Irish Clanns. (Also Henry really wants to fuck him, but won’t admit it.)

Camilo Ramos

26, he/him, cis, bi, Mexican; recent medical school graduate by day, unwilling unlicensed surgeon for the O’Shea Clann by night; aunt runs Cocina Ramos (pretty much the only legitimate business in this story); his family is being extorted by the O’Sheas and is also hiding from the Alcázars, a paramilitary group based in southern Mexico, which his grandfather Rafael accidentally married into decades ago. He drunkenly knocks Xavier to the floor while he is carrying dishes, resulting in him pulling glass out of Xavier’s hands in the employee bathroom of his aunt’s restaurant, in perhaps the most awkward meet-cute to ever happen. Also his mother has been missing for years.

Amelia Ngô

33, she/her, trans, ace, Vietnamese; recent inheritor of Zenith Investments (a mostly legitimate company) after her estranged mother’s (natural) passing by day; new liaison with the Kinney Clann, whose money Zenith Investment moves around (among other things, like buying judges and officials, all of which her mother had been doing for years); she abandons her hopes of a political career, stalled from years of battling entrenched bigotry in the government, and leans completely into the underground, now finally able to accomplish the things she’s always wanted now that she knows how the game is really played: by bribes and extortion.

Saoirse Kinney

20, she/her, cis, gray, Irish; by day: owner and operator of an Irish goods import company; by night: formerly the Kinney family’s “fixer”, currently the Kinney family’s new leader, since her father was apprehended by the Feds; the Kinney Clann is a part of what the Feds call The Syndicate, a decentralized group of Irish criminal families: the Kinneys, the Teagan’s, and the Rooney’s, as well as formerly, the O’Sheas, whom they are now at war with. She’s got a million problems, both outside and inside the Syndicate.

Lorcan O’Shea

16, they/them, nonbinary, pan, Black; HS student by day; spy and sniper for the O’Shea Clann, which they were adopted into after the death of their parents, by night; they are hoping to destroy the Kinneys, Teagans, and Rooneys, whom they have been led to believe were responsible for their parents’ deaths, and they see the current instability in the Kinney Clann as a great opportunity to exploit; unfortunately they are also dealing with development that their friend, Xavier, has recently made themselves the target of both the Syndicate and the O’Sheas.

Farrah Zahir

22, she/her, cis, bi, Somali; social working student by day; extremely experienced unlicensed underground doctor primarily serving immigrants but also criminals by night; her parents ran a similar outfit, providing medical care to any and everyone who came in (including the O’Sheas), which got them killed by the Kinney’s years ago; was adopted by her godfather, Rufus Knox, a diesel engine mechanic and mostly retired leader of the motorcycle gang known as the Barbarians, who was saved from a double-gunshot wound by Farrah’s parents; she and Rufus live together and still have strong influence with the Barbarians.

I’ll make a taglist if anyone is interested in receiving updates on this story; also feel free to slide into my inbox or DMs over it because I have eight million feelings about this story. Please belong for greater visibility <3

[mapsoffun]

The real draw of Disney Springs, if I must be honest, is that it’s home to one of the four Jaleo restaurants in the United States, and going to it would mean I’ve been to all of them (as well as the former location in Bethesda which has now been converted to another José Andrés concept Spanish Diner). This is by no means an impressive feat, nor was it some intentional bit like the Eddy Burback/Ted Nivison treks to all of the Rainforest Cafes/Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritavilles, but the completionist in me wanted to do it.

Of course it was awesome: they have a Sangría Hour that lasts from when they open at 11:30 through 6:30 with a discounted menu, and the space is gorgeous and the food is fantastic. I had a lovely conversation with my bartender who was a little worried about Helene’s arrival the next day, and all in all it was a lovely lunch. Since I spent the rest of the afternoon helping my husband and his colleagues pack up their large booth at the tradeshow they were at, I felt justified in this little treat. The house sangría was wonderful, and I got a little extra inspiration for how to jazz up the beet-tomato gazpacho that I’ve been making ever since I went to the original Washington DC location last December. 

I was honestly kind of curious to see what Disney bloggers thought of that Jaleo, and while it largely gets high marks for being a “date night destination” (read: don’t bring kids here), one person gave it a lower rating because they sold small bottles of what I imagine is full-sugar Mexican Coke rather than fountain sodas, which I’m sorry is the most ridiculous complaint I’ve ever seen an adult person make about a higher-end restaurant. This is especially true when there is literally a giant Coca-Cola store about a hundred yards away from this restaurant?

In any case, this is by far the best chain restaurant in the Orlando area, at least in my opinion.

(And the bathroom is absolutely bonkers-cool!)

[made-to-order]

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