#Plus: Canta

[estefanyailen]

La formula en un sólo video.

[zharizard666]

I felt a little nostalgic and quickly made this silly little thing with Vocaloid :3

[asuiru]

fedex banner results:

2 flametail (?????)

1 fartooth (new! i get to save 180 gold certs in a couple months. nice)

1 fedex :(

3 cantabile

1 spuria (pull 100+....)

1 cement (new!!!!)

1 humus (finally hes been dodging me since he came out)

basically, desire sensor is real. rate up is a lie unless its the banner op whos already in the game.

[latinotiktok]

Propaganda:

Shrek & Burro

-Shrek - realmente se necesita explicación?

-Shrek, él es completamente un latino que tiene que vivir en gringolandia (sólo tenés que ver la segunda película para entender esto) Además la versión latino es muchísimo mejor que la original o cualquier otra, vos decís una frase de cualquiera de las pelis a otro latino y va a saber que viene de Shrek, en otros lugares no es así. Como nacionalidad no estoy seguro de donde pero latino si o si

-Veo. Nadie mencionó a Burro de Shrek? Nadie??? NADIE??? BURRO DOBLADO POR EUGENIO DERBEZ Y QUE GRACIAS AL MALPARIDO TUVIMOS A OBRA MAESTRA, LA JOYA, EL REGALO A LA HUMANIDAD QUE ES SHREK EN ESPAÑOL????????

-si puedo ofrecer a otro personaje, el burrito de Shrek. siento que le debemos demasiado como cultura como para negarle un puesto. el original podrá ser Eddie Murphy pero el doblaje de Eugenio Derbez todos nos lo sabemos de memoria.

-BURRO DE SHREK NO SE PQ NO LO DIJE ANGMTES EUGENIO DERBEZ TE ODIO PERO QUE GOD

Jojo's

-Todos los Jojos son latinos

-Los Jojo's. Porque son familia numerosa, tienen un desmadre, nadie tiene papá y así. Además hay un chorro de edits de los personajes en situaciones tercermundistas, busca Jotaro comiendo takis afuera del oxxo. Je

-Todos los Jojos pero en especial Jotaro que embarca en una aventura a través del mundo para salvar a su mamá, empieza algo macho pero luego se deconstruye (lo más hombre latino que puedes ser) (fuente: los ángeles me entregaron este mensaje)

-Joseph Joestar, hace lo que se le canta el ojete y vive en un cumpleañito, ama a su madre y cuernió a su mujer

-Paco Laburantes de Jojo's es argentino pq es insufrible, tiene papá alcohólico, se llama laburante y encima es chorro

-Jotaro Kujo is literally chicano

-Los jojos son un huevo, la mita no tiene padres. el pais no importa, caben en cualquiera pero si hay que elegir uno México por tequila joseph

-Joseph Joestar, conozco a varias personas que se comportan como el (ruidosos, creidos, quieren mucho a los abuelos, se quieren pelear con tipos que les sacan 50 kilos de músculo y ver cada culo que pueden), más cuando estan borrachos. Además, tequila Joseph Joseph Joestar, I know several people who behave like him (loud, arrogant, they love their grandparents a lot, they want to fight with guys who have 50 kilos of muscle on them and check out every ass they can), especially when they are drunk. Plus, tequila Joseph

-narancia ghirga from jojos bizarre adventure. just cuz

-DIO BRANDO de jjb

Guido Mista (jojo). Su suéter es celeste y blanco ARGENTINA CAMPEON DEL MUNDOO

-Narancia Ghirga porque él es mi causa, yo sé que su mamá al menos fue peruana, me lo dijo Araki

-Sheila E. de la novela de JoJo's Purple Haze Feedback tiene que ser latina si o si, y tengo evidencia; en primera su nombre viene de una mujer de descendencia latinoamericana, mas especifica mexicana, ademas que su nombre de nacimiento (Capezzuto) recuerda a los apellidos que llevamos varios latinos que tienen descendencia italiana. creció en el campo y en ocasiones se menciona que creció jugando en los ríos y afuera en la naturaleza, como buena latinoamericana 💪 también lleva ropa que (deliberadamente!) recuerda a diseños nativos Americanos, la novela es bastante bruta en cuanto culturas nativas pero Araki, que hizo el diseño de Sheila, lleva un entendimiento por lo menos estético de los pueblos nativo. es religiosa en una forma muy latina, no se como explicarlo pero hace sentido 💪💪 no puede pelear contra alguien que siente que hace mas bien que ella, y siente que su vida no vale mucho, entonces se la pasa tratando de sacrificarse por la gente que piensa vale mas que ella. paso un cuarto de su vida buscando a un tipo que mato a su hermana Clara, y se unio a un cartel para matarlo. cuando tenia 10 años. es bien perra nunca inperra, en la novela casi se agarra a piñas con 2 viejos distintos encima de todo eso, se la pasa sirviendo concha absoluta💅💅💅 tiene un sentido del olfato mega desarrollado, es tortillera y trava, tiene problemas mentales, y como todo latino al final se quizo agarrar a piñas con alguien y acabo echa pija. perdón mods de latinotiktok. tengo problemas y esta morra es 6 de ellos.

-un personaje de jojos recientemente introducido llamado Paco. En resumen es un tipo alto y musculoso que anda por la calle sin remera y con los ojos todos manchados con delineador. Es un forro y encima medio pelotudo pero en el fondo es buen tipo. Le encanta afanar cosas y es mejor amigo de un chico de quince años que lo ayuda a vender droga. Su superpoder es que puede agarrar cosas con la espalda. En mi humilde opinión este tipo es argentino porque su apellido es literalmente Laburantes y también porque es muy gracioso y lo amo.

-Dio brando as argentine. he's a rugbier and also in an alternative universe his name is confirmed to be a shortening of diego. i rest my case

-guido mista bc literally just look at him.

-Si puedo nominar dos veces, quiero añadir otra nominación para los JoJos. Criados por mamás solteras, con papás que solo se aparecen cuando ya están grandes para causar problemas. Tiene mucho énfasis en la música que es algo con lo que cualquier latino se identifica. La masculinidad tóxica abunda a veces pero la lección siempre es que ser campy le salva a uno la vida, lo cual es una lucha de todos los días acá en Latinoamérica.

Yo tambien vengo a nominar a los jojo. Siempre traen desmadre a donde sea que vayan y estoy segura que si alguna vez se hace reunión familiar, van a terminar en puras broncas por los terrenos/ofensas personales que ni al caso. Aparte se ven como que por cualquier cumple tiran cohetes 💁‍♀️

Todos los Jojos son Latines agreed pero creo que con los Pillar Men en cuenta deberían ser Mexicanos. Jotaro salió del Conalep y ustedes bien que lo saben

-bueno mira yo tengo un AU en mi cabeza de los jojos parte 5 que son italianos bueno en mi AU son argentinos descendientes te inmigrantes italianos-- *lo pisa un camion*

-Yukako Yamagishi de jojos recontra latina

-Dio Brando argentino súper argentino es inexplicable

[faceglitchsworld]

Botte prese dal governo italiano stasera:

Ghali che canta Italiano Vero e Cara Italia e mette una strofa in arabo.

Geolier che porta il napoletano al plus ultra della potenza con Luchè e Gigi D'Alessio jamm ja uagliù amma spaccá tutt' cos'

Dargen che fa un altro discorso pro Palestina

[shadouviky]

SPA:

Aveces pienso...que tan difícil debe ser recibir algo de afecto luego de darte una historia de fondo y no poder descansar de ella...como será...

ENG:

Sometimes I think...how hard must it be to receive some affection after giving you a backstory and not being able to rest from it...what will it be like...

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Plus y HC:

Toriel le canta "I'll Never Smile Again", un tema que parece triste pero su mensaje es melancólico y lindo...Dust!Sans conoce la letra y le sigue. Siempre es bueno un descanso y una conexion emocional.

(Eso si, dando su espacio personal)

Plus and HC:

Toriel sings "I'll Never Smile Again" to Dust!Sans, a song that seems sad but has a melancholic and cute message... Dust!Sans knows the lyrics and follows along. A break and emotional connection is always good.

(And aslo, giving his personal space)

[nerdieforpedro]

Canta para mi (You sing for me)

Nuestras Canciones (Our Songs)

Santiago Garcia x Amalia (plus size OFC)

Main Masterlist / Santiago Garcia Masterlist

Fic is teens and up. My entire blog is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 593

Summary: A night like many Amalia shares with her husband Santiago. They intertwine with each other. Her voice explains her love for him.

Warnings: None - just domestic fluff

Notes: I promised it would get sweeter, it is with a tinge of melancholy. ☺️

Though she couldn't play an instrument, Amalia used her voice. Daily. It changed depending on whoever she spoke to and what the subject matter was. 

Soft. Stern. Curious. Kind. Jovial, sullen, compassionate, alluring, indifferent.

“So many things you do with it all day. Forget all that! Come! Let’s sing!” Santiago had told her, wrapping his hands around his wife’s ample hips in the living room and leading her to dance to one of her favorites Stevie Wonder “As.” She laughed and called him ‘loco’ to which he replied “You love it querida!” And nuzzled his bushy beard into the nape of her neck, causing her to giggle. The pair floated around the room laughing and singing to a playlist Santi had set up for her on tough days. The speaker would blast the music throughout the house.

When their dances would end or they’d just get tired enough, they’d sit on the couch and cuddle into one another. Sometimes Santiago would remain the big spoon and other times Amalia’s legs would be spread so Pope could lay his back against his wife's soft belly and breasts. She’d mingle her fingers in his curls as another hand made small circles over his chest. They would remain connected like this for a few hours. If one of them drifted off to sleep, it was the other’s responsibility to wake them and get them to bed.

On one such night, Amalia’s hand was strumming her husband’s chest as she played with his salt and pepper curls. Their color had changed but not their silken texture. “I thought of something for you Santi. Escucha por favor (Listen please).” Pope remained silent as he heard his wife's voice ring out into the room.

My strong anchor when I feel adrift

Kind words when I arrive

Beaming laughter teasing me

Even when I was scared of myself

You held onto me

Never let me go

Forever etched in memory

The day you said you’d never leave

You’ve wiped so many of my tears

I hope I’ve been a balm to your aches

Brought clarity to your muddled waters

Mi esposo Mi corázon Mi vida (My husband, my heart, my everything)

Te amo Santiago (I love you Santiago)

He had closed his eyes while he listened to her voice. It was clear she had worked on it and it wasn’t a spur of the moment song. That made it all the more special. His wife had written a song for him, something only his like she was. Santiago hadn’t realized that his beard was a little wet from his tears. He only knew when he removed his glasses to rub his eyes. Amalia placed both her hands on her husband’s chest and kissed his forehead, his bountiful curls tickling her chin. “Let go Santiago. It’s just you and me. I’m here with you. You’re safe, you’re home.” Quiet sobs of Amalia’s husband now filled the room where there had been music. She let him continue until he fell asleep, remaining with him until the sun rose the next morning. 

“One night of uncomfortable sleep is plenty to give him for what he’s given me.” Amalia told herself when she woke in the morning. Pope’s eyes were puffy but had a subtle glow to them. He was already awake and handed her coffee prepared as she liked it.

“Even after all these years you still surprise me cariño. You’ll sing to me another night won’t you?” Amalia nodded and took her first sip of the day. Bold. Rich. Sweet. Creamy. Warm.

Previous: Verse One

Next: Verse Three

Santi's Peaches 🍑: @for-a-longlongtime @legendary-pink-dot @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @megamindsecretlair @pedritapascal @rhoorl @dameron-grant-spector @pamasaur @sin-djarin @i-own-loki @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @readingiskeepingmegoing @saturn-rings-writes @yorksgirl @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @musings-of-a-rose

[charcuteriecrab]

what are you willing to sacrifice for peace? (Part 7)

a Resident Evil fanfiction

For @aussiepineapple1st

Rating: M (18+)

Contains: blood, strong language, description of injuries, gore (?), sex

Tags: pre-relationship chreon, post-vendetta, major character injury

Word Count: 1970

Part 7/7 Part 1 <- Previous

Mrs. Canta stepped up to their table, still shorter than them when they were sitting, and placed two menus as well as some napkin-wrapped silverware. She asked what they wanted to drink and Chris ordered an orange juice. Leon ordered the same but also got a coffee. 

When the woman stepped away, Leon smirked at Chris. "So the renowned BSAA captain likes orange juice?"

"It's the superior juice, Leon, also you ordered it too." He gestured to him.

"I never said it wasn't good." Leon would have ordered alcohol if he could but he wouldn’t be allowed to drink it for a while. Plus they didn’t seem to serve anything besides red wine. Orange juice would have to do. Resisting the urge to sigh, he leaned back, glad he had put the sling back on. It helped with the pain. 

A silence spread between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Leon enjoyed the soft buzz of soft conversation from the rest of the room and the hum of the lights above them. He found himself thinking about Claire. He wished that their friendship wouldn’t have gone the way it had. He cared deeply for her, but after their disagreement in 2007, he hardly ever saw her, and they never really talked unless it was about Chris. Her absence left a guilty weight on his chest. It was his fault, after all, he didn’t put in the effort to stay in touch after their jobs got so busy.

“How’s Claire been?” he asked suddenly. He was too nervous to ask her himself before.

Chris looked up at him, surprised, then gave him a small smile. “She’s been good. I’m glad she was able to visit us in the hospital. I don’t know what I would have done without her.” He was silent for a moment, pondering. “You know…you could always give her a call if you wanted. She was really worried about you.”

Part of Leon doubted Claire was actually that worried, but she probably did care about him a little if she came to see him, even if she was there mostly for Chris. “Yeah…sure. I’ll give her a call later, maybe.” 

If he could work up the courage that is. Leon turned his attention to the menu, avoiding Chris's gaze. They had a modestly-sized selection, but everything they had sounded pretty good. They even had waffles.

Chris also looked over his menu, not seeming to pay that close attention. Maybe he already knew what he was getting since he had been there before. "That sounds great, I'm sure she would appreciate that."

Leon wasn't so sure, but he would do it regardless.

Mrs. Canta came by again, their drinks in tow. The glasses clinked against the aged wooden table, orange juice bright orange and pulpy. The color reminded him of the sunrise from earlier when Chris was still asleep, although the sun was well above the horizon at this point, the light streaming through the windows slightly less bright than before. He could see a few people walking down the sidewalk, but otherwise, it was peacefully empty.

"What can I get you boys this morning?"

Chris spoke up first. "I would like the triple stack chocolate chip pancakes with a side of bacon, please."

The woman nodded, smiling, then turned to Leon expectantly.

"I would like the toast and eggs, sunny side up with bacon and sausages." It sounded heavenly . He hadn’t had a good bite to eat in what felt like years. Luckily, his appetite wasn’t like it was the night before. The spaghetti was good, he wished he could have eaten more, especially since Chris made it.

She nodded again. "Alrighty, anything else for you two?"

"No, I think we're good, thanks," Chris smiled.

They then slipped into casual conversation, talking about Rebecca, embarrassing shit that Claire had done, and their jobs. It was really nice. He hadn't had the opportunity to have an actual conversation with Chris outside of whatever mission they were on and he was greatly enjoying it. He didn’t get the chance to hang out with friends often, and he had an even harder time making friends to begin with. A lot of people thought he was mean and unlikable, some called him annoying. Sometimes it was just easier to act cold.

But with Chris, it felt like the chill that always followed him was gone, melted away. He looked at Chris and it felt like a soft summer heat hugging him, a slight breeze holding him up and keeping him afloat. He finally felt like he had something to keep him going, the knowledge that someone cared.

Their food came and Leon practically devoured his, Chris following suit. The older man’s pancakes were plate-sized and fluffy, covered in whipped cream, strawberries, and maple syrup. His bacon was crispy, almost too crispy for Leon’s taste, the pieces crumbling in the man’s hand. Leon’s breakfast spread came, one barely-cooked egg laying on top of two crispy pieces of toast, the yolk, seasoned with salt and pepper sliding across the whites. His bacon was cooked to perfection, slightly chewy but not overcooked enough to melt in your mouth immediately like Chris’s and the sausage was fried deliciously as well. They both focused on their food, not speaking much until they were both finished.

He had to give it to Chris, this breakfast was some of the best food he had ever had.

The sunlight began to fade away as they ate, the sky clouding and casting a shadow over the earth. Leon didn’t mind it too much. The cafe was just as warm and comfortable regardless of the weather outside. A pitter-patter of rain began to fall, splattering on the window, the water streaming down the glass until it pooled at the bottom. Leon sucked in a relaxing breath, his ribs twinging at the movement, and watched Chris over the lip of his coffee mug. The man was finishing up the last bit of pancake, scooping up as much of the leftover toppings as possible, shoving the fork into his mouth. Leon would have normally thought it disgusting, but instead, he found it adorable.

Once Chris leaned back with a sigh, Leon put his mug down, the glass clinking against the table. “You ready to go?” He figured Chris wanted to go do something else now that they were finished. He was sure there were other people he wanted to talk to. After all, he hardly ever got breaks and he had spent the majority of the last month with Leon in the hospital.

The man looked at him, a flicker of an emotion he couldn’t discern on his face for a moment before being replaced by a soft smile. “I’m ready if you are.”

Leon nodded, pushing himself out of the booth and to his feet, watching Chris struggle to get out due to his larger-than-average body. He nearly laughed but caught himself. He waited off to the side while Chris paid, giving Mrs. Canta a hug and sharing a few words he couldn’t hear before coming back to Leon. They looked at each other before heading out the door.

The rain was closer to a sprinkle than a pour, but they would get soaked if they stayed out for too long. Gritting his teeth, he walked out from underneath the small awnings. Water fell on Leon’s long locks—he needed a fucking haircut—and streamed into his eyes. He shook his head before pushing his bangs back away from his face. He wasn’t a huge fan of the rain. Between Raccoon City, Spain, and his general tendency to be cold, he had more than one reason to hate it, but he found it wasn’t too bad if he got to spend the time with Chris, surprisingly. 

Chris followed, having less of a reaction, but his face did twinge slightly when the rain finally hit him. Leon gave the man his best wet cat impression and Chris shrugged, laughing, “At least we drove. If we walked, we would've needed to catch a cab.”

They walked to the car, Chris grabbing his keys and unlocking it, but Leon stopped, not opening the door. He…didn’t want to take up all of Chris’ time. He could, like Chris said, grab a cab so that the man could go do something he wanted to do, or see someone. He could be alone for a few hours at least, the doctor said he just needed someone to keep an eye on him.

“Not that I don’t want to spend time with you…but is there anywhere else you want to be?” he asked, water dripping off his face, and Chris stopped, turning towards him, confused. “I don’t want to force you to spend all your days with me during this break—I can catch a cab back to your place if you want, I don’t mind.” The rain started picking up, the water hitting harder against Leon’s back. 

“What? No—Leon. I want to spend this time with you. And if there’s something I want to do, you can come with me, unless it’s something you really don't like.” He stopped, his head turning slightly. “Did you think I was just going to send you home for the rest of the day?”

Leon stayed silent, eyebrows furrowed slightly, the chill from the rain uncomfortable. 

Chris’ eyes softened. “Leon.” The man stepped closer to Leon until they were inches apart and Leon nearly gasped. “I’m not going to leave you.”

Leon was about to say something, but all coherent thought left his brain in one fell swoop, the words Chris said making something tighten in his chest. All of a sudden it felt like they were the only two people on the planet, the rain slowing around them, and he began to lose himself in the deep browns and oranges of Chris’ eyes. “I know,” he finally said, meaning it. 

The distant sound of thunder rolled over them and Leon shivered, unrelated to the cold. Their faces came closer and Leon could feel the man’s breath on his skin, warm in the chilled air. Leon breathed through his mouth, lips parted slightly. In an instant, they came together, Chris’s mouth on his, pressed together, and Leon groaned as the man’s hands found their way into his wet hair, gripping enough to cause pressure but not pain. This kiss only lasted a moment, but it left them both panting, holding onto each other as if their lives depended on it.

Chris pulled away only slightly, hands still holding Leon’s face. “Now let’s go home, together. ”

Leon looked up at him with affection he couldn’t bring himself to mask, the tangled mess inside him losing its hold. “You’d have a hard time keeping me away now.”

Chris smiled. “C’mon, let’s get out of the rain,” he said, pulling away further. 

Leon nodded, extending his hand in invitation this time, and Chris took it without hesitation, smiling wider. “Only if you promise we will get breakfast tomorrow.”

“Are you admitting it was the best breakfast you ever had?”

“I never rate a place on first impressions.”

Chris laughed. “Then I guess we will have to pay Mrs. and Mr. Canta another visit.”

They got into the car, the rain letting up a little, sunshine and bright blue sky peeking through the dark clouds. And this time, Leon and Chris held hands the whole way back to Chris’ apartment. Sure, maybe things were a mess right now. With the jobs they had, it was hard to be anything but a mess, but Leon was finally beginning to believe that they would be okay. Was it perfect? No. But he was willing to put in the effort to make it work.

And that was all that really mattered.

[verbophobic]

Fic I'm interested in continuing/Working on

COD: Simon/Ghost X OFC It willl be a series of drabbles, starting with Simon on his apartment balcony smoking on xmas eve. He's obviously spending it alone (his team is with their families, Price probably working) and OC goes to her balcony for fresh air, she had cooked and invited friends and fam over but no one showed so she ahs entirely too much food and is a bit lonely. Seeing Ghost she impulsively invites him over to eat with her and he says yes simply becuase she looks miserable. This is what starts an awkward friendship.

BG3: Option 1 my OC's Tav and Drae and their romance story. Drae's an orphaned Drow living in Baldurs Gate and a sorcerers apprentance. But the discrimiation due to her race makes her chose to leave the city and adventure/go in search for something. She doesn't know what but she canta stand the city any longer. Tav is a barbarian in line to become the next leader of his community and a larger than usual Teiflling, many think his bloodline is closer to demonic than other tieflings due to his size. The two end up meeting when Drae is ambushed by goblins and is seriously hurt. Tav is near by and ends up saving her.

Option 2 is Halsin X Drow OC. Sabrae is a drow who came to topside to escape something *spoilers so not gonna list it here*. In being topside she is met with bigotry and racism. To the point she is seriously injured. She decides from then on to never reveal her race to anyone. 2 possible options from here for the fic

She is captured by goblins and looses her disguise. Being seena s a drow she is released but can't just leave so she pretends to be part of the camp. When she ahs an opportunity to escape she learns of the drow that's held captive in the camp so she convinces Minthara to let her 'interrigate' him and uses magic to look like an elf again and goes to see Halsin. He refuses to leave without kiling the camp and she can not help him. But that's when Tav and gang show up and then it follows loosely the game.

She was on the nautaloid when it crashed. She disguises herself as an elf to make sure none of her companions know what she is, though they ahve suspiscions about her hiding something few know what it is. SHe helps to save Halsin and as such they become friends. It's not long before she has feelings for him but she choses instead to attack him with her words to try and push him away. She knows he dislikes Drow and is scared to be hurt by being turned down when he elarns the truth.

Zelda: SidonxOC There's already an insanely long fic for this. To help his people, Sidon begrudgingly agrees to a marriage with a Hylian. All he wants is a woman who can rule at his side, someone that he may one day grow fond of like his sister Mipha had with Champion L-something-or-other. What he does not expect is Kino. A girl who seems almost clueless to the difficulties of the Zoran domain but whose heart will not let her stand by and just watch them struggle. As he learns more about her he finds himself growing fonder and he finds himself wondering, 'just who is this woman that wormed her nervous little way past his tightly guarded walls?' 

TMNT: RaphXOC Raphael met a woman by coincidence, if you could call a hydroplaning car coincidence that it. But all the meeting for the next month and a half after that? Coincidence. Mostly. Raph would see this walking talking beacon of bad luck, and help her from the shadows. Until he didn’t. Until he stepped into the light and she was relieved he was a mutant turtle and not a mugger of New York City. Plus he was offering the poor half drowned woman an umbrella to help her starve off the rain. Now though? Now it’s just a clusterfuck of trying to figure out how her apartment ended up burning down. Raph/OC oneshots. 

Lost Boys: David X OC She was just another Plain Jane among a sea of them. In Santa Carla where everyone tried to stand out, those with the barest of differences are the most memorable. So a girl that's working behind a counter in yet another convenience store that looks like just another 'normie' was no one memorable. Dead end job for what seems like forever, no family so to speak of, and an ex who just can't fully let go; that was all just another boring day in a sea of eternal days to her. The most abnormal she'd ever seen up until a single fateful day was the cat that would somehow sneak into the store and just sit on the counter with her some nights. Until those boys came in like ghosts. She never knew how that triggered the events and she didn't care, all she cared about was the guy trying to rob her.

Little Vampire: Gregory X OC Rory Murry is a normal teenage. Unfortunately her divorced parents have decided to change their custody agreement and she is forced to move away from the 'big city' to the rural town she had first grown up in. Her memories of back then are blurry due to the young age she left and the few traumatizing events that happened directly prior to leaving. Such as said parental divorce. A teenager that she meets in a graveyard does tug at a few strings of memory though and she is left curious as to just who he is and why he's always hanging out in a graveyard late at night. Her own reasoning for being there? She's not the brightest there is and a tiny bit lonely in this 'new' town. Also- why is there a creepy old guy in a wanna-be ice cream truck haunting this place?

So go ahead and Vote!

[audiojapanstyle]

30th Anniversary KajiFes Day 1 Impressions

I was extremely fortunate to have been able to attend both days of KajiFes. Took a lot out of me financially, but it was very much worth it. Been a fan of Kajiura for around 20 years, and KajiFes my first time watching Kajiura and FictionJunction perform live. I was also thrilled to be able to hear a number of Kajiura's BGM vocalists live.

This isn't going to be a comprehensive report, sorry; I don't have the energy for that. I'm not going to touch on every song or use paragraphs. I'm just going to post like I was excitedly tweeting this.

Some of this content is in fact reposted from my Twitter account, which I rarely use these days (I'm mostly on BlueSky now — feel free to follow, or ask me if you'd like a BlueSky invite code!)

On to KajiFes Day 1:

KajiFes Day 1

FINALLY GET TO SEE YUKI KAJIURA ON STAGE LIVE I WAS SO HAPPY. AND THE FRONT BAND MEMBERS AHHH

I have loved 'Canta Per Me' for almost 20 years, so thankful to be able to hear Yuriko sing it. How nostalgic.

YURI KASAHARA. OH MY GOD. UNREAL. CHILLS. Utterly incredible. I love Liminality so so so much. And 'Salva nos'! Jaw-droppingly and mind-blowingly epic. The FJ utahime were also absolutely on point in that. Just WOW

Remi! I love Remi so much, very happy she was one of the guests. She sounds so ethereal and is an adorable human being. I love 'Luminous Sword', very happy I got to hear Remi sing that live.

I was secretly hoping that Chiaki Ishikawa would show up, but alas, it was not to be. Still, 'Obsession' with Lino Leia was very enjoyable. And then 'SENYA ICHIYA'? MY FAVOURITE SEE-SAW SONG?! I could have cried, hearing it made me so happy. Rito did a great job.

Oh, Kajiura and the FBM have been pretty awesome as always, but shoutout to the accordionist (Yoshiaki Sato) and Uillleann pipes player (Naomi Nakahara). I confess, I've never been much of a fan of the Uilleann pipes in YK's stuff but I definitely have a new appreciation for them after watching Nakahara play, she was amazing

Aimer was awesome. Commanding while she's singing, and adorably awkward when she's not. I don't understand Japanese, but I could tell YK was teasing her a little, it was cute. 'I beg you' was my favourite of the songs she performed, it was epic.

YAY 'STONE COLD' always wanted to hear that live

Revo showed up just for 'Sajin no Kanata e' (and some banter with YK), still managed to be a show-stealing drama queen, loved it

Also, Sajin no Kanata e with everyone, pretty good, and then the part that was Wakana's solo comes and KEIKO IS SINGING IT? EXCUSE ME? "GOODBYE DEAR FRIEND" HOW DARE YOU BREAK ME LIKE THIS I'M CRYING NOW

Encore! 'image theme of Xenosaga II' with utahimes plus Lino Leia and Rito was AMAZING. It's almost a proper choir with the six of them.

Thank you for reading! Will post Day 2 impressions soon!

[taniushka12]

si querés usa el formato del coso de música pero opiniones por ahora tema x tema de Hotel Miranda

OK TEMA X TEMA (con video incluido) DE HOTEL MIRANDA

DON

al principio no me convencía, más q nada xq la canción original es el clásico de los clásicos, pero para el final me compró, épica, bruto video, me encanta, 5/5

YO TE DIRÉ

tiene MUCHISIMA onda no lo voy a negar, medio me da pena q no mantengan la temática de la canción en el video, pero bue, para eso existe el video original, y AMO la onda de terror (plus qué buena guitarra eléctrica) 5/5

PERFECTA

no soy muy fan del trap ni de la canción original ngl :/ y el video estuvo bien, pero le faltaron más aspectos Hoteleros, 1/5

TRAICIÓN

el video es hilarante y me encanta, pero siendo la original una d mis canciones favoritas no tiene punto de comparación 😔 está como un beat más lenta y me mata, 3/5

UNO LOS DOS

me gusta!!!! creo q de todos los cantantes hasta ahora es mi favorita, tiene muy linda voz y actúa muy bien su parte en el video (tipo todos actúan bien, obvio, pero el papel ese de robot no te lo hace bien cualquiera(?)) 4/5

PRISIONERO

literal dije quién carajo es este tipo cuando comenzó a cantar, como si conociera alguno d los artistas invitados de las otras canciones dfgdfg ANYWAY, me gusta :) no se si sus voces armonizan bien juntas pero el video es muy divertido y canta bien + he matches the energy so 4/5

ENAMORADA

REINAS!!!!!!!!!!! creo q es una de las pocas canciones q me gusta más el remastered q la original, y eso q le tengo muchisimo cariño a la original 😤😤😤💞💞💞5/5 10/5 me encantó ♥ y voy a buscar a esa francisca valenzuela xq canta lindo u_u

MENTÍA

mentía es mentía y creo q no hay forma de mejorar la perfección, pero tampoco me gusta mucho la voz del tipo así q 4/5

YA LO SABÍA

sin video :( qué puedo decir, está bueno! pero no se diferencia tanto de la original como para decir fuaa que buena versión, 3/5 como remaster pero 4/5 como tema

NAVIDAD

canción medio underwhelming para terminar el disco, pero suficientemente bonita así q está bien u_u buen video! lindas voces! sólido 4/5

OVERALL 4/5 a mi también me encantaría q los cantantes d miranda! fueran mis demonios personales en un limbo con temática de hotel u_u

[ochoislas]

LA CODORNIZ

Muchas mañanas, torciendo cierta esquina de la calle, el cuadro gris por demás se me transformó en el campo.

La codorniz entre rosas (se estrenaba primavera) cantaba en jaula de mimbre sobre un pretil de ventana.

Un anhelo irresistible a la luz sin pausa impele las alas faltas de espacio, empecinadas y presas.

En tales blancas prisiones, sin el paño en la cumbrera, con ciegos y locos bríos se descalabrara el ave.

Su clara libertad busca, y en esa pugna agotada, canta y lanza al cielo estivo su triple nota de flauta.

De París entre el bullicio tal canto me suspendía. Bajo el ardor matutino veía las pujantes mieses.

Iba pisando ginestas con el añil en mis sienes. Las flores del prado, amigas, daban ojos a la yerba.

Mucho más que en los reclamos de camachuelo o pardillo, la poesía de los campos se cifraba en sus tres notas.

Tal vez doblo aquella esquina… La ventana no ha cambiado. ¿Qué fue del ave? Su voz ya no alcanza mis oídos.

La prisión, mortal tormento, pronto o tarde aflige y llaga. Un alba clara lució sobre el cadáver liviano.

*

LA CAILLE

Bien des matins, quand je passais, Au même tournant de la rue, Dans ce cadre gris à l'excès La campagne m'est apparue.

Une caille près d'un rosier (Le printemps venait de renaître) Chantait dans sa cage d'osier Sur le rebord d'une fenêtre.

Un irrésistible désir Porte sans fin vers la lumière L'aile sans espace à saisir, L'aile obstinée et prisonnière.

Dans ces cages aux barreaux blancs, Sans la toile qui clôt leur faîte, Aveugle et fou dans ses élans, L'oiseau se briserait la tête.

Il veut sa claire liberté, Et s'épuisant à cette lutte, Il chante et jette au ciel d'été Ses trois douces notes de flûte.

À Paris, dans le bruit banal Ce chant d'oiseau charmait mon rêve. Au feu du soleil matinal Je voyais le blé vert qui lève.

J'avais les pieds dans les genêts Et sur mon front l'azur superbe. Les fleurs des prés, que je connais, S'ouvraient comme les yeux de l'herbe.

Bien mieux encor que dans les chants Du bouvreuil et de la linotte, C'était le poème des champs Évoqué par la triple note.

Je passe encor là quelquefois… La fenêtre est toute pareille. — Qu'est devenu l'oiseau ? Sa voix N'arrive plus à mon oreille.

La prison, ce mortel tourment, Plus ou moins vite blesse et navre. Un matin s'est, clair et charmant, Levé sur le léger cadavre.

Albert Mérat

di-versión©ochoislas

[latinotiktok]

Propaganda:

Jojo's

-Todos los Jojos son latinos

-Los Jojo's. Porque son familia numerosa, tienen un desmadre, nadie tiene papá y así. Además hay un chorro de edits de los personajes en situaciones tercermundistas, busca Jotaro comiendo takis afuera del oxxo. Je

-Todos los Jojos pero en especial Jotaro que embarca en una aventura a través del mundo para salvar a su mamá, empieza algo macho pero luego se deconstruye (lo más hombre latino que puedes ser) (fuente: los ángeles me entregaron este mensaje)

-Joseph Joestar, hace lo que se le canta el ojete y vive en un cumpleañito, ama a su madre y cuernió a su mujer

-Paco Laburantes de Jojo's es argentino pq es insufrible, tiene papá alcohólico, se llama laburante y encima es chorro

-Jotaro Kujo is literally chicano

-Los jojos son un huevo, la mita no tiene padres. el pais no importa, caben en cualquiera pero si hay que elegir uno México por tequila joseph

-Joseph Joestar, conozco a varias personas que se comportan como el (ruidosos, creidos, quieren mucho a los abuelos, se quieren pelear con tipos que les sacan 50 kilos de músculo y ver cada culo que pueden), más cuando estan borrachos. Además, tequila Joseph Joseph Joestar, I know several people who behave like him (loud, arrogant, they love their grandparents a lot, they want to fight with guys who have 50 kilos of muscle on them and check out every ass they can), especially when they are drunk. Plus, tequila Joseph

-narancia ghirga from jojos bizarre adventure. just cuz

-DIO BRANDO de jjb

Guido Mista (jojo). Su suéter es celeste y blanco ARGENTINA CAMPEON DEL MUNDOO

-Narancia Ghirga porque él es mi causa, yo sé que su mamá al menos fue peruana, me lo dijo Araki

-Sheila E. de la novela de JoJo's Purple Haze Feedback tiene que ser latina si o si, y tengo evidencia; en primera su nombre viene de una mujer de descendencia latinoamericana, mas especifica mexicana, ademas que su nombre de nacimiento (Capezzuto) recuerda a los apellidos que llevamos varios latinos que tienen descendencia italiana. creció en el campo y en ocasiones se menciona que creció jugando en los ríos y afuera en la naturaleza, como buena latinoamericana 💪 también lleva ropa que (deliberadamente!) recuerda a diseños nativos Americanos, la novela es bastante bruta en cuanto culturas nativas pero Araki, que hizo el diseño de Sheila, lleva un entendimiento por lo menos estético de los pueblos nativo. es religiosa en una forma muy latina, no se como explicarlo pero hace sentido 💪💪 no puede pelear contra alguien que siente que hace mas bien que ella, y siente que su vida no vale mucho, entonces se la pasa tratando de sacrificarse por la gente que piensa vale mas que ella. paso un cuarto de su vida buscando a un tipo que mato a su hermana Clara, y se unio a un cartel para matarlo. cuando tenia 10 años. es bien perra nunca inperra, en la novela casi se agarra a piñas con 2 viejos distintos encima de todo eso, se la pasa sirviendo concha absoluta💅💅💅 tiene un sentido del olfato mega desarrollado, es tortillera y trava, tiene problemas mentales, y como todo latino al final se quizo agarrar a piñas con alguien y acabo echa pija. perdón mods de latinotiktok. tengo problemas y esta morra es 6 de ellos.

-un personaje de jojos recientemente introducido llamado Paco. En resumen es un tipo alto y musculoso que anda por la calle sin remera y con los ojos todos manchados con delineador. Es un forro y encima medio pelotudo pero en el fondo es buen tipo. Le encanta afanar cosas y es mejor amigo de un chico de quince años que lo ayuda a vender droga. Su superpoder es que puede agarrar cosas con la espalda. En mi humilde opinión este tipo es argentino porque su apellido es literalmente Laburantes y también porque es muy gracioso y lo amo.

-Dio brando as argentine. he's a rugbier and also in an alternative universe his name is confirmed to be a shortening of diego. i rest my case

-guido mista bc literally just look at him.

-Si puedo nominar dos veces, quiero añadir otra nominación para los JoJos. Criados por mamás solteras, con papás que solo se aparecen cuando ya están grandes para causar problemas. Tiene mucho énfasis en la música que es algo con lo que cualquier latino se identifica. La masculinidad tóxica abunda a veces pero la lección siempre es que ser campy le salva a uno la vida, lo cual es una lucha de todos los días acá en Latinoamérica.

Yo tambien vengo a nominar a los jojo. Siempre traen desmadre a donde sea que vayan y estoy segura que si alguna vez se hace reunión familiar, van a terminar en puras broncas por los terrenos/ofensas personales que ni al caso. Aparte se ven como que por cualquier cumple tiran cohetes 💁‍♀️

Todos los Jojos son Latines agreed pero creo que con los Pillar Men en cuenta deberían ser Mexicanos. Jotaro salió del Conalep y ustedes bien que lo saben

-bueno mira yo tengo un AU en mi cabeza de los jojos parte 5 que son italianos bueno en mi AU son argentinos descendientes te inmigrantes italianos-- *lo pisa un camion*

-Yukako Yamagishi de jojos recontra latina

-Dio Brando argentino súper argentino es inexplicable

Amatista

-Amatista de Steven Universe. Se que es alien pero se que en el fondo de mi corazon es latina! Fuente: pq si kp : )

-Amatista de Steven Universe, la escena de la torta debe ser suficiente, además qué según se inspiraron en moda chola (??) para su diseño, asi qué es 10/10 latina

-Amatista de Steven Universe, si una de las gemas debe ser latina es ella y pq me cae bien

-amatista de SU pq necesitan más mujeres en su lista, es fave y eso basta

[christophe76460]

DIMANCHE 18 AOÛT 2024 RÉFLEXION DU JOUR

LES CIEUX CHANTENT

Amen ! Alléluia ! Apocalypse 19 V. 4

La chorale du lycée a chanté joyeusement le cantique argentin « El Cielo Canta Alegría ». Sa performance m’a plu, mais j’étais incapable de comprendre les paroles, car je ne parle pas espagnol. Mais je n’ai pas tardé à reconnaître un mot courant que la chorale s’est mise à scander en jubilant : « Alléluia ! » J’ai entendu plusieurs fois cette déclaration de louanges à Dieu, similaires dans la plupart des langues. Désirant découvrir le contexte historique de ce chant, je suis allée en ligne après le concert et j’ai appris que le titre se traduit par : « Le ciel chante avec joie. »

Dans un passage de célébration, Apocalypse 19 nous fait entrevoir la réalité exprimée par ce chant : tous les cieux se réjouissent ! Dans la vision d’avenir de l’apôtre Jean, rapportée dans le dernier livre du Nouveau Testament, il a vu au ciel d’innombrables gens et créatures angéliques déclarer leur gratitude envers Dieu. Jean a écrit que le concert de voix célébrait la puissance de Dieu ayant triomphé du mal et de l’injustice, son règne sur toute la terre et la vie éternelle avec lui. À maintes reprises, tous les habitants du ciel déclarent : « Alléluia ! » (V. 1-6) ou « Louange à Dieu ! »

Un jour, les gens « de toute tribu, de toute langue, de tout peuple et de toute nation » (AP 5.9) proclameront la gloire de Dieu. Avec joie, toutes nos voix dans toutes les langues s’exclameront ensemble : « Alléluia ! »

RÉFLEXION

Quelle raison avez-vous de vous exclamer « Alléluia ! » aujourd’hui ? En quoi est-il primordial de louer Dieu?

PRIÈRE

Alléluia ! Mon Dieu, je te suis si reconnaissant pour la joie que tu me procures par ton amour pour moi.

LECTURE

PSAUMES 100 - 102

1 CORINTHIENS 1

BON DIMANCHE DOMINICAL

[virtuallightchopshop]

Esta es la pose idle para Carl/Cyclops así como sus poses cuando canta. Plus sus iconos.

[mchiti]

c'ho spesso in testa una canzone vecchia che fa "e gratta gratta sul tuo mandolino mon petit bambino, ta musique est plus jolie que tout le ciel de l'italie" perché il mio baba la canta sempre e oggi decido basta ora la cerco su youtube e scopro che è di dalida, benji la conosci