#STILL MISSING JESÚS!

[my-little-random-world]

Isabel: Doña Marta, Miss Fina Valero. Marta: Tell her to come in. Isabel: Right away. Fina: Well, well, well, Marta! The private sale was a total success! You should have seen Carmen; she was walking right up to the clients as they passed through the door. Marta: I know, Astrid Madariaga just called me, all excited, to tell me about it. Fina: They cleared everything out, huh? Marta: What great news! Fina: And why didn’t you come by? I’ve been waiting for you all afternoon. Marta: Because I had to take over my new position. Fina: What new position? Marta: You’re looking at the new director of Perfumerías de la Reina. Fina: What?! Are you serious? Marta: Yes! Fina: What?! Marta: My father removed Jesús and offered it to me. It all happened so fast, which is why I couldn’t tell you before.

Fina: But, but congratulations, right?! Congratulations! What wonderful news, honestly! Because... because it’s good news, right? Marta: Yes, yes, yes. I’m on cloud nine. And for my father to have trusted me... Fina: But does that mean...? Marta: That we’re smoothing things over. Fina: Oh my God, Marta! You have no idea how much you deserve all of this, truly. You’ve fought so hard to get here. You’ve had to break down walls that your brothers, just by being men, can’t even imagine. Marta: I won’t deny that. Fina: And... and what about Barcelona? Is the move still on? Because I doubt your brother will take long to expose those photographs if you don’t step down from the position. Marta: That’s not going to happen. Fina: Why? Marta: Because my father destroyed the negatives. Fina: Are we out of danger? Marta: The nightmare is over. Jesús can’t hurt us.

—Next scene—

Marta: We no longer have to run, and you can stay by your father’s side until his last breath. That’s what you wanted, right? Fina: Yes, yes, yes. Marta: Does that sound good to you...? Fina: Of course, of course it sounds good to me. I felt so guilty about having to leave him. Marta: Well, now nothing and no one will stop us from continuing our lives here. In fact, now with my new position, I’ll make sure no one bothers us in the colony. What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy? Fina: Yes, of course. Of course I’m happy. I’m really happy... But in Barcelona, we were going to live together in the same house and... that’s it, it’s fine! I was excited about it, but it’s fine. Marta: Fina... Fina: No, don’t “Fina” me, Marta. You just said it yourself. Here, we’ll each go back to our own lives, each in our own place. Marta: We’ll find a way. Just last night you were sleeping at my place. Fina: Your place, but in the downstairs rooms with my father, because I thought those were the last days I was going to spend with him. Marta: We’ll figure it out, hm? The important thing now is that you and I are safe. Fina: We’ve really lifted a heavy weight off our shoulders, haven’t we? Marta: I would’ve never forgiven myself if something had happened to you because of my brother.

[eirinstiva]

La aventura del soldado de la piel descolorida and translating love terms

After three letters from Sherlock Holmes, a cup two cups of tea and an alfajor I'm ready (?) to write about The Adventure of the Blanched Soldier, known in Spahish as La aventura del soldado de la piel descolorida (in my copy of Todo Sherlock Holmes) or La aventura del soldado de la piel decolorada.

One of the principal problems in translations is to translate one word into a group of another ones and choose the most accurate for each case. Love as a noun can be translated as it follows:

Amor: affection, romantic feelings, lover, affectionate term. Enamoramiento: romantic feelings. Querido, querida: dear, affectionate term. Cariño: affection, affectionate term. Pasión: strong liking. Aprecio: regard, esteem

And as a verb:

Amar: feel affection for somebody, be fond of somebody, have romantic feelings for somebody. Querer: feel affection for somebody. Adorar: like strongly. Apreciar: be fond of somebody.

The use changes according to times, dialects, gender, even personal experience. That's why every time I go to a store and a Venezuelan person calls me "mi amor" my cold southerner Chilean arse is screaming in panic because I don't use it at all, even with my pets.

Anyway _(:з)∠)_

In the first letter we had "You must put it down, sir, to my real love for your son." was translated as "Tiene usted que disculparme, señor. Cárguelo a cuenta del cariño que siento por su hijo". In this case there's no much difference because cariño is a word used for friends, family and lovers, so this can be interpretated in many ways. Later Dodd said "I was fond of your son Godfrey, sir." which can be translated as "Señor, yo apreciaba mucho a su hijo Godfrey." and still the sense of love is present.

However, in the same letter Holmes call Watson "an ideal helpmate", or "un ayudante ideal" in Spanish. Ayudante is used here as a helper, and it doesn't have the same strong feeling that helpmate that can be used for spouse. Helpmate has a degree of affection that ayudante doesn't have. Ayudante is more used in work or study context, and in my personal opinion it's too cold to use with somebody that has been at your side for so many years. Shame on you, Holmes in Spanish! ಠ_ಠ

This story has something, that little spiciness between James and Godfrey, and in the constants laments of Holmes missing Watson that even translating love as cariño or aprecio you can feel something intense is happening here. To finish this I quote Jesús Ulceroy's comments of this story and the role of Watson in Holmes' work as a detective:

Si sabemos leer entre líneas, nos damos cuenta de que la torpeza de Watson es una figuración, un fingimiento. Un ardid que permite al ambiente relajarse y que agudiza los sentidos analíticos del detective. Pese a todo, Holmes nos vuelve a dar su bofetada al declarar resuelto el caso mucho antes del final del mismo: un final seco y feliz. Un final explicativo. Y un ardiente deseo finamente expresado para que Watson vuelva. ¡Ah, el amor, sus egoísmos!

Translating into English is:

If we know how to read between the lines, we realize that Watson's clumsiness is a figuration, a pretence. A trick that allows the environment to relax and that sharpens the detective's analytical senses. Despite everything, Holmes slaps us again by declaring the case solved long before its end: a dry and happy ending. An explanatory ending. And a finely expressed burning wish for Watson to return. Ah, the love, the selfishness of it!

[saras-devotionals]

Quiet Time 3/8

What am I feeling today?

Sick and tired, oh my goodness😭 my throat is still killing me and I was coughing all night and absolutely freezing and barely slept at all. also just feeling stressed out, it’s the weekend of my spring break and I haven’t done a single bit of work, I feel awful about it and worried I simply won’t have enough time🥲

Bible plan: Healing what’s Hidden

An abundant-life mindset

Relief from trauma doesn’t come by pursuing relief. It comes by pursuing an abundant life. Abundant living focuses on the uncreated, incorruptible, indestructible, eternal life found in God.

Pursuing an abundant life isn’t about claiming a promise of health or wealth. It is about finding purpose and meaning in the life God has given you. It is about discovering a life worth living in the one you already have, as beaten-up and bruised as it may appear.

This has been my main motivation in the past and why I keep going. I continue to make goals for myself and my life so I can keep looking forward to things to live for. And furthermore, God has a promise for us, a plan for our lives, I trust that what’s in His plan is perfect and I shouldn’t worry.

An abundant-life mindset recognizes that no relationship, hobby, drug, or drink will truly satisfy. Later in John, Jesus tells his disciples that only in him will their joy be complete (see John 16:22-24).

This is good to remind myself of because it I can’t find joy in Christ, I’ll find it no where else.

Possibilities are open to you, even now, while you are still suffering. Even now, relief is available to you while you are still struggling. Your future is too valuable, too powerful, and too important for you to miss out on it by running and numbing. Abundant life awaits.

Keeping this in mind, when just thinking about the future opportunities I have in this coming year. God has been so good to me and so there’s no reason why I should be numbing so intensely. I don’t want to be numb, I don’t want to be apathetic, I want to feel everything and know that through everything I have God by my side.

John 10:10 NIV

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”

Jesús is the only way in which I can live life to the fullest! In terms of my life here on earth and later when I pass on. What we’re given is eternity with Him and no matter what happens here, that’s the goal.

John 16:22-24 NIV

“So with you: Now is your time of grief, but I will see you again and you will rejoice, and no one will take away your joy. In that day you will no longer ask me anything. Very truly I tell you, my Father will give you whatever you ask in my name. Until now you have not asked for anything in my name. Ask and you will receive, and your joy will be complete.”

This goes hand in hand with prayer and specifically praying in Jesus name. There’s a catch to this in the sense that God will only give and fulfill what is meant to glorify Him, not simply what we think benefits us. Anyways! Either way, our joy is found in Jesus🫶

[newstfionline]

Wednesday, May 15, 2024

Suddenly There Aren’t Enough Babies (WSJ) The world is at a startling demographic milestone. Sometime soon, the global fertility rate will drop below the point needed to keep population constant. Fertility is falling almost everywhere, for women across all levels of income, education and labor-force participation. The falling birthrates come with huge implications for the way people live, how economies grow and the standings of the world’s superpowers. Some estimates now put the number of babies each woman has below the global replacement rate of about 2.2. The U.S. long ago passed that level. South Korea’s rate, the world’s lowest, was once unimaginable. In high-income nations, fertility fell below replacement in the 1970s, and took a leg down during the pandemic. It’s dropping in developing countries, too. India surpassed China as the most populous country last year, yet its fertility is now below replacement. “The demographic winter is coming,” said Jesús Fernández-Villaverde, an economist specializing in demographics at the University of Pennsylvania.

Canadian wildfire smoke chokes Upper Midwest for second straight year (AP) Smoke from Canadian wildfires has prompted health warnings across the Upper Midwest and Montana for the second year in a row. Fires raging in British Columbia and Alberta have filled the skies with haze over parts of Montana, the Dakotas, Minnesota and Wisconsin on Sunday, lingering into Monday morning. Unhealthy air pollution levels mean everyone in Minnesota should stay indoors and avoid heavy exertion outdoors, the Minnesota Pollution Control Agency said in its first statewide air quality alert of the season Sunday. Scheduled to end at noon Monday, the advisory was extended until 11 p.m. for southern Minnesota including the Twin Cities metro area.

Persistent Brazil floods (Reuters) Devastating and ongoing flooding in southern Brazil is forcing some of the half million displaced residents to consider uprooting their lives from inundated towns to rebuild on higher ground. Two weeks after the onset of torrential rains, the Guaiba River running by state capital Porto Alegre is rising again, having passed the all-time high. In the state of Rio Grande do Sul, the streets of dozens of towns have turned into slow-moving rivers. Just in the area around Porto Alegre, where four rivers converge to form the Guaiba River, researchers estimate nearly 3,800 square km (1,500 square miles) were flooded. That is more than the urban footprint of the Washington DC metro area, which includes 10 counties in two adjacent states. With hundreds of thousands of families fleeing the floods, the disaster—which has killed at least 147 people, with 127 still missing—could touch off one of Brazil’s biggest cases of climate migration in recent history.

Orcas sink sailing yacht in Strait of Gibraltar (Reuters) An unknown number of orcas have sunk a sailing yacht after ramming it in Moroccan waters in the Strait of Gibraltar, Spain's maritime rescue service said on Monday, a new attack in what has become a trend in the past four years. The vessel Alboran Cognac, which measured 15 metres (49 feet) in length and carried two people, encountered the highly social apex predators, also known as killer whales, at 9 a.m. local time (0700 GMT) on Sunday, the service said. The passengers reported feeling sudden blows to the hull and rudder before water started seeping into the ship. After alerting the rescue services, a nearby oil tanker took them onboard and transported them to Gibraltar. The yacht was left adrift and eventually sank. The incident is the latest example of recurring orca rammings around the Gibraltar Strait that separates Europe from Africa and off the Atlantic coast of Portugal and northwestern Spain. According to the research group GTOA, there have been nearly 700 interactions since orca attacks on ships in the region were first reported in May 2020.

Xi’s visit to Hungary and Serbia brings new Chinese investment and deeper ties to Europe’s doorstep (AP) When Chinese President Xi Jinping visited Hungary last week, he arrived to one of the few places in the European Union where his country is considered an indispensable ally rather than a rival. By the time he left on Friday, he’d secured deals that provide fertile ground for China’s plans of economic expansion in Europe. After meeting with nationalist Prime Minister Viktor Orbán on Thursday, the leaders addressed a small group of select media in Hungary’s capital, Budapest, announcing the formation of an “all-weather partnership” that would usher in a new era of economic cooperation. Hungary has courted major Chinese investments in the belief that the world’s second-largest economy is essential for Europe’s future.

The man leading Russia's war in Ukraine is out in a surprise shake-up (NBC News) The man in charge of Russia’s war in Ukraine has been fired. Sergei Shoigu, Russia’s now-former defense minister, attended Putin’s recent inauguration ceremony and Russia’s Victory Day parade last week, but was removed from his post just a few days after. Shoigu’s firing was surprising due to his popularity and close ties to Putin, and marks the biggest shakeup in Russia’s military hierarchy since the war in Ukraine began. His replacement is Andrei Belousov, a 65-year-old civil economist who’s served as Putin’s deputy prime minister, economic aide, and minister of economic development. The Kremlin said Belousov was chosen for the post because military spending is becoming more integral to the Russian economy. According to one intelligence expert, “the defence minister, especially in time of war, is essentially an administrator, there to ensure that the military has the men and materiel it needs,” which makes the economist’s appointment “an unexpected but logical choice.”

Facing Russian Advance, a Top Ukrainian General Paints a Bleak Picture (NYT) Ukraine’s military is confronting a “critical” situation in the country’s northeast, facing troop shortages as it tries to repel a Russian offensive that has been advancing for several days, a top Ukrainian general said on Monday. Russian troops surged across the border last week to open a new line of attack near Kharkiv, Ukraine’s second-largest city after Kyiv, capturing at least nine settlements and villages and forcing thousands of civilians to flee. “The situation is on the edge,” Gen. Kyrylo Budanov, the head of Ukraine’s military intelligence agency, said in a video call from a bunker in Kharkiv. “Every hour this situation moves toward critical.” His bleak assessment echoed those of other Ukrainian officers in recent days, that the country’s military prospects were dimming. In addition to being outnumbered, the Ukrainians face critical shortages of weapons, especially artillery ammunition, and $60.8 billion worth of arms from the United States—approved three weeks ago after months of congressional gridlock—has barely begun to arrive.

U.S. and Taiwan navies quietly held Pacific drills in April (Reuters) The U.S. and Taiwan navies conducted joint drills in the Pacific in April that, officially, did not take place, four people briefed on the matter said, as the two militaries boost cooperation amid rising Chinese military threats. Washington and Taipei have been expanding their military cooperation in recent years amid almost daily Chinese incursions into Taiwan's air defence identification zone and drills by Chinese forces near the island. U.S.-Taiwan military engagement, including visits and training, are kept low-key and are often not officially confirmed because of China's objection to any military contacts between Washington and Taipei. China claims democratically governed Taiwan as its own territory, which the island strongly rejects.

Palestinians mark 76 years of dispossession as a potentially even larger catastrophe unfolds in Gaza (AP) Palestinians on Wednesday will mark the 76th year of their mass expulsion from what is now Israel, an event that is at the core of their national struggle. But in many ways, that experience pales in comparison to the calamity now unfolding in Gaza. Palestinians refer to it as the Nakba, Arabic for catastrophe. Some 700,000 Palestinians—a majority of the prewar population—fled or were driven from their homes before and during the 1948 Arab-Israeli war that followed Israel’s establishment. After the war, Israel refused to allow them to return because it would have resulted in a Palestinian majority within its borders. Instead, they became a seemingly permanent refugee community that now numbers some 6 million, with most living in slum-like urban refugee camps in Lebanon, Syria, Jordan and the Israeli-occupied West Bank. In Gaza, the refugees and their descendants make up around three-quarters of the population.

In Gaza, a hidden threat could kill Palestinians even after a cease-fire (NPR) As Palestinians venture back into areas of Gaza that have been obliterated by months of combat, international organizations and aid groups say there’s a hidden threat: unexploded ordnance. The rule of thumb, explosives experts say, is that 10% of munitions do not detonate on impact. That means an estimated 7,500 metric tons of live munition may be scattered throughout the Gaza Strip, according to the United Nations. “It’s everything from mortars, artillery shells and grenades to improvised rockets and bombs and missiles,” says Mungo Birch, head of the U.N. Mine Action Service (UNMAS) in the Palestinian territories. “One of the most dangerous times is when people return home.” These weapons could continue to kill and maim Palestinians even if a cease-fire eventually ends the Israel-Hamas war. The U.N. estimates it could take 14 years to make Gaza safe from these bombs.

How Hamas Spied on Palestinians (NYT) The Hamas leader Yahya Sinwar has for years overseen a secret police force in Gaza that conducted surveillance on everyday Palestinians and built files on young people, journalists and those who questioned the government, according to intelligence officials and a trove of internal documents reviewed by The New York Times. The unit, known as the General Security Service, relied on a network of Gaza informants, some of whom reported their own neighbors to the police. People landed in security files for attending protests or publicly criticizing Hamas. In some cases, the records suggest that the authorities followed people to determine if they were carrying on romantic relationships outside marriage. The documents show that Hamas leaders, despite claiming to represent the people of Gaza, would not tolerate even a whiff of dissent. Security officials trailed journalists and people they suspected of immoral behavior. Agents got criticism removed from social media and discussed ways to defame political adversaries. Political protests were viewed as threats to be undermined. Everyday Gazans were stuck—behind the wall of Israel’s crippling blockade and under the thumb and constant watch of a security force. That dilemma continues today, with the added threat of Israeli ground troops and airstrikes.

[bongaboi]

Sevilla: 2022-23 UEFA Europa League Champions

José Mourinho sprung a surprise with his team selection by opting to start with Paulo Dybala, despite the forward missing their previous four games with an ankle injury, and he quickly repaid the coach's faith by helping to create the first chance of the game. The Argentinian slipped in Zeki Çelik, whose low cut-back was fired at goal by Leonardo Spinazzola, drawing a parry from Yassine Bounou.

Dybala's second significant involvement proved more decisive as, in the 35th minute, he darted on to Gianluca Mancini's incisive through ball and calmly slotted his finish across Bounou. Sevilla had shown little to that point but, having come from behind to win the trophy in their last three Europa League finals, they soon looked a different proposition.

Youssef En-Nesyri's glancing effort was dealt with by Rui Patrício before a second header from the Moroccan striker skimmed the roof of the net. The Spanish side went closer still deep into first-half added time when Ivan Rakitić's raking shot cannoned back off the post.

José Luis Mendilibar made a double change at the break, introducing Suso and Erik Lamela to inject more creativity into their play against a Giallorossi outfit that had kept five clean sheets in their previous seven Europa League matches. Roma's reliable defence was soon breached though, 37-year-old Jesús Navas whipping in a right-wing cross that Mancini could only deflect into his own net under pressure from Lucas Ocampos.

Now it was Roma's turn to respond and they so nearly led again. First Bounou denied Tammy Abraham in a goalmouth scramble before Roger Ibañez sliced wide then Abraham's replacement, Andrea Belotti, also failed to hit the target from Lorenzo Pellegrini's clever free-kick. Sevilla, for all their dominance in between, could not fashion a winner inside 90 minutes either with two shots on target from their 16 attempts outlining their lack of a cutting edge.

That trend continued in extra time and though neither goalkeeper was called into action during the additional 30 minutes, penalties were almost avoided when Chris Smalling's looping header struck the bar deep into added time in the second period.

Bounou – a penalty-saving expert and Morocco's match-winner in their World Cup round of 16 triumph on penalties against Spain – lived up to his billing in the shoot-out, saving from Mancini with his legs and touching Ibañez's spot kick on to the post. Gonzalo Montiel, who scored the decisive penalty for Argentina in the World Cup final, had the last word here too, sweeping in a re-taken effort to ensure Sevilla were crowned for a record seventh time.

[khazadspoon]

Still can’t believe I missed Jesús off… but Rowdy is the official Rawhide champion which is understandable.

But no love for the cattle??? None for our gay uncle Scarlet? …he doesn’t get much screen time so yeah that makes sense but still.

[cor-ardens-archive]

are there any spanish language movies you’d recommend? i love your film related posts <3

Thank you! I don't watch a lot of movies but I do love them. 

Your request is a little vague, so I had to go with whatever popped into my head - which, of course, means this list is reflective of my particular tastes. Some of these are quite brutal and may contain common triggers, please look them up if that's an issue for you, or send an ask about a specific film. I put an asterisk (*) next to the ones I wish to rec the most.

Argentina:

The Headless Woman/La mujer sin cabeza, dir. Lucrecia Martel *

XXY, dir. Lucía Puenzo

Esteros, dir. Papu Curotto

Chile:

The Wolf House/La Casa Lobo, dir. Cristóbal León, Joaquín Cociña *

Colombia:

Embrace of the Serpent/El abrazo de la serpiente, dir. Ciro Guerra*

Flesh of Your Flesh/Carne de tu Carne, Carlos Mayolo

Pure Blood/Pura Sangre, dir. Luis Ospina

Guatemala:

La Llorona, dir. Jayro Bustamante *

Mexico:

Y Tu Mamá También, dir. Alfonso Cuarón *

Poison for the Fairies/Veneno para las hadas, dir. Carlos Henrique Taboada

Alucarda, dir. Juan López Moctezuma

The Exterminating Angel/El ángel exterminador, dir. Luis Buñuel (of course his other works are also highly regarded, but this is the only one I truly like. also, I know Buñuel was Spanish, but this film is Mexican.)

Satanic Pandemonium, dir. Gilberto Martínez Solares

Tigers Are Not Afraid/Vuelven, dir. Issa López

Spain:

Pedro Almodóvar's entire filmography: Bad Education/La mala educación, All About My Mother/Todo sobre mi madre, Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown, The Skin I Live In, Volver etc etc beloved <3

Guillermo Del Toro: Pan's Labyrinth/El labirinto del fauno, The Devil's Backbone/El spinazo del diablo

Jesús Franco: Vampyros Lesbos, The Obscene Mirror

Anna and the Wolves/Ana y los lobos, dir. Carlos Saura (I have yet to watch more of his works, but they seem very interesting to me)*

Anguish/Angústia, dir. Bigas Luna *

The Holy Innocents/Los santos inocentes, dir. Mario Camus

Who Can Kill a Child?/¿Quién puede matar a un niño? , dir. Narciso Ibáñez Serrador (I still need to watch The House That Screamed, which I will soon!)

[REC], dir. Jaume Balagueró, Paco Plaza

I really need to watch more movies in Spanish, especially from countries that are completely missing from the list. :/

[polkadotpatterson]

*Slams hands on table* Jenkins Good (my beloved) for ask meme please thanks im not biased at all. I love all the other ones you've done so far love learning what other people think of blaseball players :D

aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh thank you so much! I hope you don't mind some of these Jenkins Opinions lol

favorite thing about them: They came to the Talkers from an alternate universe in S4 and just. never left. It was ages before they even got a brief dunk in the Shadows. They weren't the original Jenkins but they've become such an integral part of the team and I can't imagine it without them! also I admire their skill at gaming

least favorite thing about them: I still miss Original Jenkins and I wish we’d had more time with them, though I'm also quite attached to Alt Jenkins now

favorite line: well, one time they got rid of their cannon in exchange for some very cool greedy lucky socks, and everyone was very happy about this

...ok for an actual serious answer, they got to pitch three games against Dot, all of which were close and one of which they won, and I'm very proud

brOTP: Greer! Are they also dating? Maybe. But they're definitely close in one way or another. I also think that Jenkins and Jesús are Alt Solidarity despite coming from different universes, because for a long time they were the only two people on the team who really understood what the other was going through. and Jenkins is the unofficial slightly older fourth member of the teen squad due to also being a dork who plays video games and does food crimes

OTP: also Greer. relationship goals: someone who will eat the uncooked KD noodles so you can just eat the cheese packets

nOTP: ok I have some very specific thoughts about Jenkins and Dot, namely that Jenkins has a bit of a crush on them but nothing's ever going to happen there due to Dot being aroace. side note but I also think Greer has some kind of a weird crush on Dot and that's part of why she acts Like That towards them. She has big “I had a crush on a girl and didn't know how to deal with it so I just sent her a note that said GET OUT OF MY SCHOOL” energy. but then Greer and Jenkins end up together and they both get over it and it's all cool

random headcanon: I have a very messy tangle of thoughts about Jenkins and how they have to live up to two different Talkers star pitchers, one of whom is their alternate self... I think for the most part they're pretty chill and laid-back and just have fun pitching, but part of them really feels the need to prove themself because they can't just be Good, they need to be better

unpopular opinion: people don't do enough with Friend Of Crows Jenkins. I think they deserve to go absolutely feral and unleash an army of birds upon anyone they want to

song i associate with them: idk

favorite picture of them: I love all of your Jenkinses, especially the one of them with the birds

[linipikk]

Ursula was always right

except for the Basilisk story, that one was GREAT

HAND IS THE ONLY MAN I RESPECT BC HE IS A jOK BUT ALSO GENERALLY QUIET, BLESS HIM

...Can THEY adopt us now?

I reaaaallly dislike this whole ordeal

if they marry my magda I'm fucking rioting again, burning their damn rathouse and church and make sure they cant rebuild again I Fuckinmg SWEAR

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not to be that gal, but italian men are a plague

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I would love for my magda to travel with these two other rascals because they are funny and they are leaving Teassing and I want her far away from marriage

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WAIT A SEC--- does the boof gif Andreas chooses from the library to Mags is her first specialty thingy ?!?? damn......

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preach

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i know a crazy motherfucker when ui see them, god bless andreas, I missed you

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CASPITAAAA

Jesú.....

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WHy do they come back to the grief, chief?, this maze is KILLING me/US

chief...

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Okay pythonise tell me your secrets

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So.... burning churches, still up in the table, got it

and this, dear children, is what radicalized me in the first place, trust no one, Burn churches, I don't care

like thjis man is really out there like "I was afraid that they knew our saints were really pagan gods" while my second thought and the reason I go to the shrine all the time is bc Diana is soothing to me personally ??? really bad job 0/10

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me, out there on my own cruzade to keep Magda from marrying some guy

he really went through it, but at least his posture got better??

im gonna miss this old man

Excellent game

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You know? i think ...i somehow played it wrong, like, I didn't see all the plotlines through, things I had no idea like the monk and sister's affair or half of the mini puzzles, also, I discovered basic things way later in the game. I also regret some of the decisions about the mural. But I try to understand that that's exactly how the story is. and I get why the game is like that. I want to replay it, but I better wait some time for it, to forget the story enough.

Still, I wish I had met everyone more in the first Act and I wish I had acted worst sometimes. it just speaks volumes about the replayability of the game,.. and how much it makes you like the characters. I already miss Andreas and Magda.

So I am playing Pentiment bc life is like that and

preach!

i want this one on my gravestone

Oh No I am ATTACHED

Meet my Swiss half artist half rapscallion Andreas

i think we are not gonna survive this one, chief

committing hearsay, as I do ...I guess

my brother in Christ, you and me both

he is also a medic because If we are on this journey together, dear Andreas, we might as well do it as plausible as possible

LMAOOO if you know anything about me know that I am all three of this , like for real

you and me both, king

i mean, this sentence makes so much sense to me that it stops being funny to be fucking hilarious

ARE WE ROBBING A CHURCH!?? is that what we are doing???

sister Margarete, i hear you and i feel you

Im gonna destroy this man's whole career

tell him, let's make both our lives miserable!!

Brother Piero really sitting on my painting classes at uni slaughtering us

he is also my new best friend

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

I've always find the way we use honorific in Spanish vs honorifics in English interesting and how does that translate in school.

Like, in Spanish we use Don and Doña following the first name, so for example if someone I don't know wanted to be respectful towards me they would call me Don Víctor, not Don [Surname]. In school, however, we mostly just call the teachers by their first name, no honorifics needed, some of the teachers I remember were for example Pablo, Belén, Antonia, Leonardo, Joaquín, etc. There were some that required us to use the honorifics, but those were usually old-school (when my parents were small and before that the honorifics adressing teachers was mandatory), I only came across one, my tutor and maths teacher in 6th grade was Don Jesús.

And then we get into English teachers. For German and French teachers we just used the same way as speaking with Spanish teachers (although to be fair in my school they were mostly Spaniards themselves, for example I had three French teachers, two of them were Spanish and the third one was Belgian (Flemish if I'm not mistaken). But, for English teachers, and I'm not sure if this happened only in my school or if it is normal in all schools, we use a weird mix system. This was probably cause there was more chances of an English-native teacher teaching you (I had, apart from Spanish teachers, British, Irish, Statian, Canadian, Jamaican and Ugandan teachers), and they might've been uncomfortable with just not using honorifics. So, we did use Miss and Mister (we didn't use Mrs tho), normally followed by the first name. For example, some of the teachers I remembered were Miss Carol, Miss Diana, Miss Patricia, Miss Laura, Miss Natasha, Mr Kayson, Mr Farayi, and Mr Brian. But, still, there were some teachers that insisted on using the classic honorific + surname formula, for example I had a Mr. Goggin and a Mr. Brown. And then, there's Miss T., probably the most unhinged person I've ever met. She always smelled like tobacco, looked like she was high, and moved in an erratic way, I loved her. Well, she was a new yorker, but her parents were Russian; her surname was Tsvetkova, which was very difficult for Statian kids to pronounce, so she shortened it to just the T. When she came to Spain, she insisted on calling herself Miss T, and so we did.

So yeah, I find all of that super interesting, and I would love to know if in any other countries and cultures there was also this difficulty translating a way of using honorifics from language to language.

[whumpasaurus101]

Collab part 5!!!

oOOO yaaaa!!! Part 5 y'all!! Also huge huge thank you to @jordanstrophe for helping me out, letting me whump yo boy and diting!!

Gabriel and Walter belong to the most amaizing @jordanstrophe !

Pheonix Masterlist / Gabriel's masterlist

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CW: Stabbing... a lot... / tbh that most of it- / Creepy whumper/

Once the half-hour had gone by, Gabriel started worrying. What could have happened?! Did Walter’s car break down- or worse, maybe he had crashed it. Oh shit! Then he’d be left with Mateo and Pheonix! No! I-

He was interrupted from his thoughts by a soft knocking on the door. Who the hell could that be? He slowly crept towards his doors, Walter’s words haunting him, “All those mean people out there, and then the manipulators! You shouldn’t trust Pheonix!” He slowly brought his eye up to the door’s peephole and flinched back as he saw Mateo’s angry face.

There was more knocking, “Abre la Puerta! Apurarse, hurry! Open up!” Gabriel was confused by the different language but he quickly opened the door. Walter wouldn't be angry at him for letting Mateo in, right? Mateo was his friend!

Gabriel was sent stumbling back as Mateo barged through the heavy door. “Jesús, took you long enough to open a fucking door!” Gabriel flinched, “I-I’m sorry.” Mateo waved his hand with a grunt as he scrolled through his phone, muttering nonsense under his breath. Gabriel opened his mouth but closed it, Mateo seemed pissed off enough.

Eventually, Mateo looked up from his phone and looked Gabriel up and down, “My boy has run off. I miss him.” Gabriel gulped, “Do you- um- do you know where Wa-Walter is? He- he said he was going to the shops to-” He was cut off from Mateo raising his hand again. It was quite infuriating being totally honest.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, he went to the shops. Listen, he’s running late and he wants me to… mind you until he returns.” Gabriel found himself slowly taking a few steps backwards until *thud* his back hit the wall. He had hoped Mateo hadn’t noticed. But boooooy had he noticed.

Mateo grinned and took a step forward, soaking in Gabriel’s fear as he tried to step further, through the wall. Mateo let out a soft chuckle, putting his hands against the wall, leaving him like a trapped animal. He leaned right in front of Gabriel’s face, “Why so scared, hm?” Gabriel could only manage a couple of shaky breaths. Mateo traced his fingers against Gabriel’s cheek, his cold metal rings sending a shiver up Gabriel’s spine, “Snake got your tongue?”

Gabriel whimpered and Mateo grabbed him by his shirt, “Enough sweet talk mi príncipe” He was dragged into Mateo and Pheonix’s room and shoved to the rough carpet. Mateo towered over him like an eagle with its prey.

Then it hit Gabriel -no, not physically hit,- Mateo couldn’t hurt him! Walter would kill him if he did! And surely Mateo wouldn’t hurt a hair on him now! He grinned. Mateo did a double-take on him, “Dame Fuerza, what the hell is so funny, huh?” Gabriel smiled, “Oh nothing, just a funny thought came into my head.” Mateo rolled his eyes and retrieved something from his back pocket.

He flicked open his switchblade with a smirk, “Guess you will have to fill in for mi amor, let’s see what he sees in you!” Mateo took his knife and slowly cut the fabric of his shirt. Gabriel looked up at Mateo with wide eyes and grabbed Mateo’s wrists without thinking. Mateo growled, “Hands off! Unless you’d rather me chop them off.” Gabriel gulped.

As Mateo continued, Gabriel squirmed. Walter was going to be angry about his shirt. He wouldn't hurt him, he couldn't- He let out a scream as Mateo plunged the knife into his shoulder.

“GAHHHH! FUCK!” Mateo chuckled, “You alright there, cariño?” Gabriel tried to shove Mateo off of him, but it was useless. It was impossible to get Mateo off of him! He couldn’t breathe, he needed space, needed air, needed some peace!

The knife was slowly dragged down Gabriel’s abdominal as he let out yells and shrieks of pain. Mateo made a hum of disapproval, “Hmm, you’re very loud, that’s alright though, I don't mind that one bit.” Just as he started dragging the knife once more, Gabriel let out a gasp, “WAIT!”

Mateo rolled his eyes and snapped, “What?” Gabriel -thankful for the break- took several breaths before blurting, “Walter! He- he’ll kill you if he finds- finds out what you have done!” That seemed to make Mateo pause. “If you stop now, he’ll just be angry! Please! Just-” Mateo was sick of his bullshit, yanked the knife from his shoulder and slapped his wound.

He let an ear-piercing scream, clutching his shoulder. Mateo sighed, “I’m getting bored anyway, let’s try something new.” Gabriel started shuffling backwards, “Please, just listen to me! Walter is going to get so angry.” Mateo backhanded him hard, “Cállate! Will you shut the fuck up about Walter for two seconds! Jesús!”

Gabriel let out a sob, he couldn’t tell who was going to get into more trouble, him or Mateo. Wow, there he was again thinking about Walter. But Walter couldn’t be mad at him! He had no choice but to let Mateo inside!

Mateo chuckled, “Dios, I don’t know why I gave you to Walt. I mean, look at you.” He rubbed his bloodied hand against Gabriel’s tear-stained cheek, making him flinch, “Wh-what do you mean?” Mateo chuckled, “Los siento, I forgot he hasn’t told you yet.” Gabriel gulped, “T-told me what?”

Mateo stood up and wiped his bloodied hands in Gabriel’s torn up t-shirt, “Your car, didn’t you find it quite strange how it just… suddenly broke down?” Gabriel gulped, “I-I mean, it was an old car but I-” Mateo chuckled, “Oh sweet naive boy.”

Gabriel’s breath started picking up and now his wounds were excruciating, “N-no.”

“Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes. That morning, while you were asleep, I fiddled with your engine.” Gabriel looked at him, eyes widened in fear, “Wh-what?” Mateo smiled and shrugged.

“Oh, you know, I just fiddled with a few wires and… ‘tweaked’ it a bit! It travelled as far as I wanted it to go and then boom, that night Walter texted me telling me that he got you. My plans never fail me, Gabriel, keep that in mind.”

Gabriel was in shock. All along -all along Gabriel had blamed Walter for his kidnapping, but it was mostly this bastard’s fault! How the hell did he know where he lived?!

Mateo -who clearly saw his fear- chuckled again, “I have my people. Up, come on, sit up on the bed!” Gabriel scrambled to his feet and walked to the bed, he looked at Mateo who nodded and he neatly sat on the edge of the bed. His back was straight and his arms were neatly folded on his lap. It was his position he sat in at the piano as he tried to recall different pieces.

Mateo smiled, “You know what I would always threaten my boy with?” Gabriel shook his head quickly, eyes glued to the room’s cream rough carpet. Mateo knelt down right in front of him, he traced his hand up Gabriel’s shin, “You see, I have a snake, a beautiful one indeed. Her name is Aurora which mean’s ‘dawn’. She and Pheonix had an… interesting greeting. Another fun thing I do is, I test his stillness.”

Gabriel looked at him. “I’d put fish oil all up along his leg. Then I’d set Aurora down on the ground, after several minutes she’d find her way up his leg. She’d slowly slither up his leg. At the start, he’d flinch at the feeling of scales against his legs. But you see, the more Pheonix moves, the more danger he puts himself in. It would get worse for him as she would travel up, and up, and up.”

He slowly trailed his hand up Gabriel’s leg. When Gabriel flinched, Mateo was brought away from his trance and laughed, “Ahem, anyway,” He drew back his hand, “Aurora then would wrap around his neck.” Gabriel took a shuddered breath, trying to relax himself, was Gabriel just experiencing the tiny amount of the Hell that Pheonix has to go through every day?

Mateo sighed, “Hmm, it's a pity Aurora’s not here at the moment. Who knows, maybe you can come over to my house one day and we’ll see if Aurora likes you or not.”

He can't hurt you, he can't hurt you, he can't hurt you, he can’t- He jumped as Mateo snapped his fingers in front of his face, “Hey idiota, did you hear me.” Gabriel nodded, “Y-yeah” “Good. Now, I'm feeling quite peckish, you hungry?”

“Y-yes.” Mateo cocked his head to the sighed, “Hmm, no manners?” Gabriel’s chest burned in anger. He swallowed down his humiliation and spoke, “Sorry, yes sir.” Mateo smiled, clicked his tongue and ruffled his hair, “Atta boy! We’ll go to the restaurant we were at last night, I heard they do a killer french toast.” He threw Gabriel one of Pheonix’s spare shirts which he put on.

Gabriel’s stomach grumbled at the thought of food. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought.

Oh, it was… It started off fine, they were escorted to Mateo’s stupid ‘v.i.p’ booth and were given menus. Gabriel didn’t dare look at it, he heard Mateo order Pheonix’s food for him so he decided to leave it to Mateo to do it.

After several long minutes, Mateo smiled and took off his reading glasses, gently placing them on the table he looked at Gabriel with a smile. Gabriel shifted awkwardly in his seat, he wished he could build up some confidence.

“So tell me, how long have you been playing the piano for?” Gabriel fiddled with his hand awkwardly over the table, “Well, I learned when I was young and I have been playing ever since.” Mateo smiled, “Interesting. And what’s your favourite piece?” Gabriel softly chuckle to himself as the memories came back to him

“It’s kind of basic but probably Winter from The Four Seasons or Moonlight Sonata.” Mateo nodded, “Basic but classics.” He then looked down at Gabriel's fidgeting hands and frowned. He looked around, no one. He quickly grabbed his steak knife which the restaurant always gave him and plunged it straight into Gabriel’s palm. The knife went straight through to the table. Gabriel let out a shrilled screech.

“Come on now, another thing I teach Pheonix is to never fidget. People fidget when they’re nervous. And if your nervous, the people opposite you know they can stop all over you.” Gabriel went to pull out the knife. Mateo smacked it away, “Mierda Jesús! Are you that dumb!” Gabriel looked up at him quickly with tears streaming down his face. “You never take out an object you have been stabbed with, luckily, I think they have a first aid kit here for the chefs, I’ll be back, don’t go anywhere.”

He stood up and before leaving, he leaned right down so he was whispering into Gabriel’s ear, “I wouldn’t run if I were you, Noah is guarding the door.” He then patted his shoulder roughly and left.

Gabriel let out several sobs and then just broke down. The pain. So much pain. He couldn’t take it! He missed Walter! Walter- piano- he looked back down at his hand. This wasn’t good. He flinched as a heavy first aid box was stopped right in front of him. Mateo shoved him over and sat right beside him, “Give me your arm.”

Gabriel hesitated at first, but once Mateo raised his eyebrow he quickly handed his shaking hand. Mateo studied the wound, “Hmm, easy, I learned this in scouts when I was a boy.” He then looked at Gabriel, “Oh how the times have changed.”

Without wasting any more time, he took out multiple cotton balls. He counted to three and quickly took the knife out, he pressed hard against the gash with the cotton. Gabriel let out a cry. “Hush now, you’re being so good for me, almost finished.”

After a few minutes, he took off the cotton balls and threw them into a plastic bag which he would later dispose of. He took the skin glue then and caught Gabriel looking, “It’s better not to look mi Querido! Makes the pain worse.”

Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut and looked away, hearing Mateo chuckle. Mateo poured some glue along his wound and squeezed the skin together, making Gabriel wince. He then wound a bandage tightly around his palm. “It’s not as bad as it looks, really You're just making a big deal over nothing!” Gabriel squeezed his eyes tighter as tears fell down his face.

Suddenly Mateo’s phone rang, “Jesús, este hombre, no se relajará!” he answered it with a snappy tone, “What?!”

“Mateo! How is my boy doing? I hope he’s behaving himself!” Mateo looked at the sobbing Gabriel who had curled up on himself. “Yes, he’s all good, we just are relaxing. He’s being good, but he’s missing you... A lot!” He heard Walter chuckle to himself happily, “Good, good. Well, I have your boy and we’re on the way.” Before Mateo could ask where the hell he had found him, Walter hung up.

He looked at Gabriel, “Alright, sorry mijo, looks like french toast will be a miss today! Walter will be back soon!” Gabriel perked up at that. Walter! Walter!!! Safe! No more pain!

Back at the hotel, Gabriel gazed longingly out the window. His heart fluttered when he saw Walter’s car pull up outside the hotel. He looked to Mateo who rushed to the window and sighed, “Bien, let’s go, rápido!” He was dragged out of the room and down the hotel stairs, Gabriel wanted to cry as all of his wounds rubbed against his shirt -well, Pheonix’s shirt.

Before he could restrain himself, the minute Gabriel saw Walter, for the first time, his heart jolted with relief. He ran up to him and hugged him tight, not realising that he was crying. He hugged him as tight as he could. He couldn’t even feel the pain anymore. Safe, he was safe. Never leave me again, please.

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[chthonic-cassandra]

Hello! I'm trying to make a list of dracula adaptations to watch, and I was wondering, which ones are your faves? Are there any you'd advise not to waste my time on? Thanks!

Oh, this is the best ask, thank you! I love talking about this.

I always say that these are the five Dracula movies which will give you the clearest sense of the arc of adaptation the story has taken over time:

Nosferatu (dir. F.W. Murnau, 1922)

Dracula (dir. Tod Browning, 1931)

Dracula/Horror of Dracula (dir. Terrence Fisher, 1958)

Dracula (dir. John Badham, 1979)

Bram Stoker’s Dracula (dir. Francis Ford Coppola, 1992)

However, this is not the same as a list of my favorites! I think that all of those are pretty essential viewing for a comprehensive understanding of the world of Dracula adaptations, even though I virulently hate the Coppola, and would happily bestow on you all the permission needed not to waste your time on it, despite it being tremendously influential.

My alternative list of weird personal favorite Dracula adaptations aside from the above (Murnau and likely Badham’s films would make their way onto a comprehensive list of my favorites) would be the following:

Nosferatu (dir. Werner Herzog, 1979) - my first Dracula, my favorite Dracula, and also my favorite film period. Watch it watch it watch it.

Drácula (dir. George Melford, 1932) - made on the same sets as the Browning film, with Spanish-speaking actors who came in and filmed after the cast of the English version were done, this film as a fascinating comparison to the iconic Browning/Lugosi film, and better done in almost every way, solving many of the English version’s plot holes.

Count Dracula (Jesús Franco, 1970) - Franco was a Spanish B movie director who made tremendously trashy films but also made some inspired casting choices. He lured Christopher Lee into playing Dracula again for this by promising him the chance to actually say some of the speeches from the books (Hammer films never let him do this), and somehow also got Klaus Kinski to play a visionary wordless Renfield. The movie itself is a mess, but how can you care?

Dracula (dir. Bill Eagles, 2006) - this is a very odd BBC film that changes the plot around dramatically but somehow still retains the essence of many the characters, who are charmingly cast, especially Lucy, Mina, and Jack. It’s weakened by a really badly played Dracula, but is a lot of fun for fans of the book.

If you want to go into the depths of the weirdness, I recommend you try:

Blood for Dracula (dir. Paul Morissey, 1974) - this Warhol-influenced oddity is impossible to truly describe; it’s full of strangely placed (but sometimes intensely hilarious) humor, very graphic sex scenes, and just...strangeness. Warning that there are some very weird and rather tasteless sexual assault scenes, but if you’re up for the weirdness, it is not to be missed.

Dracula: Pages from a Virgin’s Diary (dir. Guy Maddin, 2002) - this is the silent film ballet Dracula. It doesn’t always work, but it is certainly going for something.

I have not yet managed to see Dracula in Istanbul or this apparently crazy Czech film called Jonathan (in which, according to my reading, the vampires are a metaphor for capitalism), so cannot speak to those.

As for what can be skipped...you will miss out on very little if you skip Van Helsing, Dracula 2000, Dracula Untold (which is not even really a Dracula adaptation proper), or the newest BBC Dracula. 

I admit to getting the 1968 Mystery and Imagination Dracula, the 1974 Dan Curtis/Jack Palance Dracula, and the 1977 Louis Jourdan Dracula confused at times, but there is good reason for that; none of them is especially exciting or original, though each do have their good moment (and their fans, who I hope I am not too sorely offending here!). If you are choosing one of those three, I would go with the 1977; Louis Jourdan gives an interestingly understated performance, and they have some interesting Renfield-Mina interaction that other versions don’t have.

Once you watch The Horror of Dracula, you’ll have a sense of whether or not you like the Hammer film style, and you should know from there whether you want to watch the rest of them. 

Have fun!

[thequeenkrys15]

His Woman

This fic is dedicated to Miss Nadia, aka @flamediel​​

First off, I would like to apologize to you Queen, because this took much longer than I imagined, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

About a month ago, Miss Nadia underwent a lot of unnecessary hate for no reason. Really all hate is unnecessary, but it was hate nonetheless. I would like to remind everyone who reads this fic that it there is never a good reason to be malicious to someone, and that it is always better to spread positivity. In my eyes, we are all kings and queens and should treat each other as such. 

Miss Nadia, please know that to me, you are awesome. You are amazing, and marvelous and every positive word in the dictionary in every language. You are a queen, an empress a GODDESS, and if anyone tells you differently they can kick rocks because they’re peasants and queens don’t have time for peasants. And if no one has said it today, I LOVE YOU! And so does this man right here!

Pairing: Zabdiel de Jesus x Nadia!Reader

Word Count: 2950

Warnings: Slight Angst, Smut, 18+, minors DNI, protected sex (no glove, no love), fondling, fingering, oral (female receiving), fluff, and google translated spanish

Without further adeu, Miss Nadia sweetie, enjoy!

Dating a musician was hard for anyone, especially when that musician was in a famous band like Nadia’s man. CNCO was often doing promo and concerts, sometimes it was hard to find time. And it didn’t help that the two of them were in a long-distance relationship. Some of the guys trying to hit on her in Cairo were so rude. And Nadia could only imagine all the women making themselves look “too available” for Zabdiel. But alas, he always made sure to silence her insecurities. “You’re the only one for me, Nadia, mi amol”, he would say in that thick Puerto Rican accent that always made her swoon. They always Facetimed each other every day and flew out to see each other when they could. They say time apart makes the heart grow fonder, then the two of them must be infatuated, because Nadia and Zabdiel were in love.

           Time seemed to align perfectly for Zabdiel and Nadia. CNCO got some vacation time to relax, and Nadia saved up enough sick days and vacation days two get a whole two months of paid leave. How would the two choose to spend this newfound time? Why with each other of course! Zabdiel put everything in motion the second he knew she was coming. He wanted this time off to be stress free and be filled with love and romance for his woman, Nadia. The next two months were about to be the best she has ever had.

           After getting off the plane in Miami, Nadia was overrun with happiness and joy, and just in a few moments, she would see the love of her life. As she approached Baggage Claim, it’s like the world stopped. Zabdiel had been searching for Nadia for the past 15 minutes, and once his eyes locked with hers, a huge smile spread across his face. It started as a sprint, and then a full-blown dash as they ran to each other. When the two finally had their arms wrapped around each other, a wash of calm and clarity overcame them both. This felt right, this felt like love.

“Hola mi amol, estoy tan feliz de que estés aqui”, he whispered into her ear.

“I missed you so much, baby”, Nadia cried into his shoulder happily.

           Zabdiel and Nadia broke apart after a few more minutes, wiping their eyes and walking hand in hand, grabbing her suitcases, and striding out of the airport. The two headed to his car and put the bags in the trunk. Zabdiel opened the door for his woman, and the two of them climbed in and started their ride home.

“Te amo mi cariño”, he kissed her hand.

“And I love you”, she said sweetly.

Nadia knew that these next two months were going to be a blast.

 Time Jump

             These two months were going nothing like Nadia thought it would. Don’t get her wrong, Zabdiel was treating her like a queen in every sense of the word, from feeding her fruit, to afternoon massages, to late night lovin! When it came to Zabdiel, Nadia was on cloud nine, but it was something else that was bringing her down more than usual: the fans. Now in the beginning, the CNCOwners were ecstatic about the relationship Nadia had blossomed with Zabdiel, and for the most part, they still are. There are positive messages in her inbox from the fans all the time, and they always lift her spirits when she’s down. But lately, somethings been off with them, or at least some of them. It started when Nadia was giving weekly updates to the fans about what Mr. de Jesús was up to. Even though the band was on break, he still did somethings band-related, like producing music. Sometimes when he’s in his element, she likes to get a video of him because she knows the fans would love the content. Or when you catch him doing something cute like playing with Appa, she knew the fans would swoon. Even though most of the fans were showing her love, some were showing her hate. Like HATE, hate. Like hate to the point where they were telling her to kill herself. Like, who does that? At first, she didn’t pay them any mind, because of course there were always the nay-sayers. But the comments started getting worst, like to the point where they were making her cry. She couldn’t believe there were people like this on the internet. She tried to keep this from Zabdiel as long as she could, this time was supposed to be about them, not some asshats that were trying to bring her spirits down. But of course, Zabdiel knew his woman way too well for her to keep a secret like this.

           Zabdiel had just got home from a dinner run when he walked in and noticed the apartment was eerily silent.

“¡Nadia, estoy en casa!” he shouted through the home to place her. She didn’t respond.

           He placed the food in the refrigerator and went in search of his girlfriend, finally finding her in the bedroom.

“Nena, ¿me has oído? Why didn’t you respond?”

           He turned her around in the bed, just to find she was crying her eyes out.

“¿Por que estás llorando? What happened?”

           Still trying to save face, Nadia pushed it aside to change the subject.

“Everything’s fine honey. What did you get to eat?” She was totally lying in his face, and Zabdiel was not having it.

           Before Zabdiel could ask again what had her in distress, her phone lit up with a notification, and before she could redirect his attention, he snatched her phone away.

“What is this, Nadia?” he tapped on the notification.

“It’s nothing Zab. Please don’t open---”

           But it was too late. He had opened it, and what he saw made him bubble with anger. Countless negative comments on her social media degrading her, berating her, calling her names and how she was worthless. One he scrolled past literally told her to kill herself. Are they serious? He could not believe that his so called “fans” were the ones harassing her like this. Oh, he was going to put a stop to this once and for all.

“¿Por cuánto tiempo ha estado sucediendo esto?” he asked in sorrow.

“Zabdiel, please.” She just wanted to forget about it, but he wouldn’t budge.

“How long, Nadia.” His tone was firmer, and because she knew he wasn’t going to leave it alone, she conceded.

“A few weeks.” She sighed. He huffed in frustration but spoke to her in a soft tone.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked in curiosity, not understanding why she would keep something like this from him.

“Because I didn’t want you to worry, okay? This time together was supposed to be about us, not some mean fans. I just shouldn’t have let it get to me so much.”

           At the sound of her blaming herself for this nonsense, Zabdiel wrapped Nadia up in the tightest hug he could muster, quieting her claims.

“Escúchame mi amol. None of this your fault, and I am sorry this has happened. Those are not my fans; they are just evil people with nothing better to do. I’m gonna put a stop to this in the morning.”

Nadia tried to protest, but he shushed her concerns, leaving no room for discussion. He kissed her forehead.

“If this happens again nena, you have to tell me so I can fix it. I can’t help if you don’t let me. Okay?” he held her face in his hands as she nodded, showing she understood.

           He kissed her lips tenderly, savoring the taste of her. It started off slow, but the kiss grew hungrier, more primal than anything before. His tongue slid into her mouth, dancing around each other, until Nadia’s tongue gave in to his, accepting his dominance.

“I’m gonna make you forget all about them hermosa” he whispered into her ear.

           He laid her down on the bed as he began to kiss under her jaw, moving toward her neck and shoulder juncture, suckling her pulse point. She moaned, knowing that tonight was going to be a long one. His hands held her waist, as he slid her shirt up, exposing her stomach. He kissed and nipped along the sides her tummy, forcing her shirt up. He pulled away for a split second, finally pulling her shirt off, getting frustrated with the fabric. He was mesmerized by the way her breasts looked in her black bra; he was practically salivating at the mouth.

“Eres exquisita” he leaned down to kiss her neckline, traveling to her cleavage, nipping at the rise of her left boob, and then the right.

“You have too many clothes on” Nadia said as she slid her hands under his shirt, desperate to feel him as he was feeling her.

           He pulled away to get his shirt off, as Nadia threw her bra across the room. Zabdiel was back on her in seconds, sucking her left nipple into his mouth while he fondled the right breast in his huge hand. His warm mouth was doing wonders for her body, and all the pleasure she felt was shot straight to her core. He kissed the valley in between her breasts and down her stomach, knowing exactly where he was headed. Undoing her zipper, he worked her pants off her body and tossed them to the side of the bed, leaving her in her black underwear. He sniffed between her legs, nuzzling her nub which sent a jolt up her spine.

“Hueles dulce” he sighed as he pulled her panties off her body, leaving her bare.

           He pulled her legs over his shoulders, gripped her thighs, and licked a long stripe up from her slit to her pearl, making her gasp.

“But you taste even sweeter.” Zabdiel was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

           If there was one thing people knew about Zabdiel, it was that he had an oral fixation. He always had something in his mouth, whether it was gum, a lollipop, or in this case, her pussy. And he was an expert with his tongue, knowing just where to lick to get his woman stimulated. He licked in between her lips, just so she could get a feel for him. He then licked at her clit, drawing her favorite star pattern, sending her to another galaxy. Nadia was a moaning mess, her hand flew to where his head was, physically telling him not to move an inch. But Zabdiel wouldn’t dare, he was enjoying this just as much as she was. Knowing that it was him causing his woman so much pleasure, made him painfully hard in his pants. But his woman had to cum first.

“Do you want more, my love?” Nadia was gasping for air, nodding her head frantically, but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Usa tus palabras, hermosa” he breathed into her core as he licked down her slit.

“Yes! Baby please, I need more!” she begged, desperate to chase her high.

           Zabdiel inserted his middle finger into her hot channel, and then his index, massaging her inner walls. He found that one spot inside her that made her back arch, hips rising off the bed. This action made Nadia’s eyes roll in the back of her head; she was gripping the sheets for dear life, whining. She was so close, he just needed to say it. And he knew it too.

“It’s okay nena, I got you. Dale” he sucked her pearl into his mouth, hard.

           That one word and one action, lit her body on fire. Her orgasm was explosive, mind and body in the clouds, she didn’t think she would ever come down. Zabdiel worked her through her orgasm until she returned to earth, drinking up everything she had to give him. He sat up, and peering at his face he looked like a glazed donut. He hopped off the bed for a split second, getting his pants and boxers off in one push. Nadia would have had to seen it a thousand times, but she will never get tired of seeing just how magnificent Zabdiel’s penis was. She reached out to grasp it, but Zabdiel pushed her hand away, leaning over her.

“No nena, tonight is about you. Relájate” he said as he nestled in between her thighs.

           He kissed her first, slow and sensual, pouring out all his emotions in one action. He leaned over to the side to grab a condom out of the night drawer. Once he put the condom on, he lined himself up at her entrance, and ever the gentleman, he peered up at her to make sure she was okay. Holding on to his biceps, she nodded, and he eased the head of his cock into her tight channel, taking the breath out of both of their lungs.

“Carajo nena. Eres tan apretada” he gasped into her ear.

           Once fully seated, he took a minute to let her adjust. No matter how many times they’ve had sex together, his girth always took her by surprise. Zabdiel could feel Nadia hips moving slightly against his, signaling him to move. He drew back his hips all the way, leaving only the tip in to tease her, then he slammed himself back in, to the hilt. His thrusts were slow, making love to her through his actions.

“Eres perfecta” he whispered into her ear as he kissed her neck.

She felt euphoric in every sense of the word; not only was he making her feel good physically, he was also making her feel good emotionally. Every stroke he took pulled all the negative comments out of her mind and replaced them with deep and utter bliss. She was on cloud nine, but she needed to get to the moon. She wanted to forget, and Zabdiel was the only way how.

“Faster, Papi” she pleaded, begging him to take her pain away.

           It was like a switch flipped inside his head. Nadia knew if she wanted a different side of Zabdiel, a more aggressive side, that was the one word that would do the trick. “Domdiel” appeared in a matter of seconds, gripping her hips harder, and his strokes started matching the speed of a jackhammer. Nadia felt him everywhere, from her neck down to her core. She knew there would be bruises in the morning, but she didn’t care, all that mattered was this moment right now.

“Papi, I’m close!” She held on to him for dear life, nails running down his back so hard they almost broke skin.

           Zabdiel was in the same boat, as his thrusts were starting to lose their rhythm. He reached down between her legs, drawing a nice figure eight on her bundle of nerves, sure that it will help her reach a final high.

“Cum for me, Nadia.”

           That was all it took. Her body arched and convulsed off the bed. She screamed out in pleasure as her orgasm washed over her. A white-hot light flooded the back of her eyes, leaving her in a state of pure ecstasy. Zabdiel wasn’t far behind, getting three more pumps in before he stilled, spilling himself into the rubber. He collapsed onto her, but she didn’t mind, welcoming the warmth. After a few seconds Zabdiel got up and retreated to the bathroom to throw away the rubber. He returned to Nadia with a washcloth in hand, leaning down to clean her up, being mindful that she was still very sensitive. When he was finished, he tossed the rag into the laundry hamper, and crawled into bed, snuggling up to his woman.

“Te amo, mi vida” he whispered as he drifted off to slumber.

“Te amo, mi cariño” she said back as sleep overcame her.

           In that moment, Nadia felt at peace. Not anger, not sadness, just simple peace.

Time Jump

           When morning came, Nadia found herself in bed, alone. Finding Zabdiel’s discarded shirt, she slipped it on and made her way to the living room, in search of her boyfriend. The sight that she came across almost made her cry. Zabdiel was on the couch with his phone in hand, going completely off on the fans that were spewing hate towards her. He said that he was disappointed and angry that some of his so-called “fans” would go so far as to hurt his woman intentionally. He also said that true fans would want to see him happy, and that if they were real fans, they would either show you two some love, or just simply be quiet. He saw Nadia out of the corner of his eye and decided to end the video there.

“Ahora si me disculpas, voy a salir con mi mujer.”

           He motioned for her to come sit with him, so she did. He placed her on his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know. I could have gotten over it.” She said as she leaned against his chest.

“You shouldn’t have to. Tú eres mi mujer, and I’m not gonna tolerate any disrespect, no matter who it’s from.” He kissed her on her forehead.

           The two stayed like that for a moment, just basking in the peaceful silence, until Nadia spoke up.

“So the day has just started, what do you want to do?” She looked into his eyes.

“How about my woman decides for today?” He gave his signature dimple-filled smile.

“Your woman? I like the sound of that!” She cheesed as they hugged each other tightly.

           Yeah, their relationship was hard sometimes, but being his woman, makes it all worthwhile.

[joelswildflower]

picking out the name // cnco baby series

still got baby fever, but I wrote this forever ago... haven’t had written anything new. teaching preschoolers online is hard but fun!

enjoy these!💓

Erick

You and Erick both weren't prepared people. You always panicked when things happened, and you were always unprepared. But one night, you and Erick decided to flip through a baby name book looking for a name for your son. "What if we name him after you?"

"You would name our son after me?"

"Yes— no? Picking a name is so hard," you complained. "I mean, it's going to be his name for his entire life. We have to make it something he won't be bullied for, or something that isn't basic and everyone will have that name. I knew like three Hannahs growing up."

"So that's a no on Erick Brian?"

"Maybe," you answered. "I don't— if we decide on naming him that, let's not do it as a last resort."

"What about Elias?" Erick suggested, and once he said it, you immediately fell in love with that name. "My mom suggested it earlier this week, but we both said not to take suggestions from our parents."

"My parents are pushing the name Miguel," you told Erick. And that's when you both smiled. "Elias Miguel Colon," you said out loud. "I think he likes it," you told Erick as you felt your son kick.

Joel

"You know we should probably think of names," you told your husband when he walked back into the living room. "Or pick one in this book," you waved the baby name book you received at the gender reveal party from your sister.

"I assume you picked out the name already," Joel commented looking at the tabs poking from the sides. He grabbed it and sat beside you. He lifted your feet and set them on his lap, and began to look at the names in the book. "We're only having one girl, y/n," he joked.

"It's going to be her name, and only her name. I want to give her something she won't change when she's old enough," you admitted. "Just read through them."

"Okay," Joel responded. "I like this name, but wouldn't it be too weird to have two P's in her initials? Kids could call her PP."

"We could give her both our last names," you suggested. "You know hyphen them."

"While I wouldn't mind that, I gave you my last name, let our daughter have it, too," Joel said, you agreed. "Why is this name underlined?" Joel asked, showing you a name. It was underline more than once.

"Oh, when my sister and I were younger, we talked about our future, our wedding and the names of our children. I told her she couldn't name her daughter Gabriella because I was set on naming one of my daughters that name. She stole some of the names for her daughters, but she never took the name Gabriella."

"I think that's perfect," Joel responded. "Gabriella Pimentel. It's perfect, just like her mother."

"Stop being a cliche," you said. "But she needs a middle name."

"I don't have a middle name," Joel pointed out.

"There's something missing, I just can't think of what. I love the name, it is perfect, but I think it can be more than perfect," you explained. "I don't know how to explain it."

"We should keep looking then, shouldn't we?"

"Leona," you blurted. It was a name you liked for awhile, but Leon was for a boy, if you'd have one. But Leona was cute, and when you repeated the whole name with Leona as the middle name, it was perfect.

"Gabriella Leona Pimentel," Joel repeated with the biggest smile on his face.

Zabdiel

"What are you doing?" You asked, Zabdiel was laying beside you with his laptop in his lap. You looked over his shoulder, and he had names in a word document and website for baby names up. Miguel. Gabriel. James. Matthew. Sebastian. Nicholas. Zabdiel Jr. "We are not naming our child Zabdiel Jr," you told him.

"¿Por que no?"

"I want our son to have his own name," you responded. "I didn't know you were looking up names, I would've had names listed, too."

"You've been doing too much, y/n. You're carrying our son, doing all the work for us to have a healthy baby. I wanted to do something for you two," Zabdiel admitted. "What do you think of the list? I've looked at so many names, but these are the one's that feel right for our son."

You scanned over the list again, and he was right. You could picture your son having at least one of these names. "I really like the name Matthew," you admitted. "Y Gabriel tambien. Matthew Gabriel."

"Matthew Gabriel?"

"Gabriel Matthew?" You said, not liking the way the names were switched. "Matthew Gabriel de Jesús," you repeated. You thought there was something missing from making the name perfect. You kept repeating it, until you switched up on one of the names. "Mateo Gabriel de Jesus."

"Eso!" Zabdiel agreed. "Mateo Gabriel de Jesus. It's perfect."

Richard

"You didn't do it, did you?" You asked Richard, who shook his head. "Rich, we need to decide on a name before it's too late."

"I couldn't think of any names since you came up with—"

"I want this to be a name we both decide on, or came up with," you interrupted.

"It's perfect, y/n. And that's the only name I have written," he finally handed you the list of names. You two had written list of names for your son.

Isaiah Yashel. The only name written.

"Do you really like it?" You asked.

"I really do," he answered. "It's both of our families in his name. And he's both of us," he explained. Yashel was Richard's middle name, and Isaiah was your father's and brother's middle name, the first male in the family's middle name, but you wanted to be different, and it didn't fit well as a middle name.

"Isaiah Yashel," you repeated. "Isaiah Yashel Camacho."

Christopher

"What about—"

"Yeah, that's nice," Christopher interrupted.

"I didn't even say a name yet," you responded. "Chris, this is important. We're going to be calling our daughter this name for the rest of our lives. It has the be perfect."

"I thought we already decided on a name, y/n."

"I have doubts about that name now," you admitted. "I love the name, but will she?"

"She doesn't really have a say in her name, does she? And if she doesn't like her name, she could change it once she's of age."

"You would let her change her name?"

"We wouldn't have a say, but we have the say now. We agreed on—"

"I know," you interrupted, your hand went to your bump and moved your hand up and down. "I want her to be perfect."

"We're not perfect, y/n. But she'll be perfect to us, and that's all that matters," Christopher responded.

"You're amazing," you told Christopher. "I can't wait to have her in our arms. Our little Jasmine Reign."

"Jasmine Reign Velez," Christopher corrected. You two hadn't fully decided on the last name yet, your family was vocal on the last name. Your family saying you should have both, in case you and Christopher wouldn't last or on the fact you and Chris weren't married, or even engaged. "If our daughter has my last name, wouldn't you think her mother should have it, too?"

"Chris, what are you—?" You finally noticed the ring he had between his fingers. "Yes," you answered.

[koma-kino]

Le Diabolique Docteur Z - Jess Franco

[theoriginalboywonder]

Dick Grayson Introduction

Was that [JESÚS CASTRO]? Oh no no, that was just [DICK GRAYSON], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [DC]. They are [TWENTY FOUR] years old and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long. {ooc: Ashley, 23, EST, She/Her}

how long has your character been here

Dick just showed up, trailing after some members of his family as well as some friends who all seemed to be migrating towards the area. He’s already missing home and feeling more than a bit anxious about the environment. 

what is your character's job

Richard Grayson is a recent billionaire who is in the process of creating a foundation to serve the poor and overall create a safety net for the city of Blüdhaven. He is both nervous and proud of this new step in his life. When he’s not working on his foundation he can be found volunteering at youth centers, often teaching gymnastics and helping with homework. 

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom

The latest Nightwing run written by the amazing Tom Taylor. Following the death of Alfred Dick Grayson inherited all his money, finding out that the man who did his laundry and served as a second father to him had been sitting on billions of dollars all that time. He’s using that money for good, trying to make the man proud. He is also the owner of an adorable three legged puppy named Haley aka Bitewing. She is his pride and joy though he keeps trying to convince himself and those around him that she isn’t staying and he doesn’t have time for her. While this Nightwing is my inspiration I am more than happy to tweak things to make it fit with anyone else’s story. 

has any magic affected your character

Not yet, though that’s likely to change as he settles into the city and his new life there. 

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!!

- Dick Grayson is still a circus kid at heart, he holds on tight to those roots not willing to let go of that part of him 

- Despite their often rocky past his family is extremely important to him and he will go to great lengths to protect them 

- He is one of the only people who can truthfully say that they can call any superhero in the world and have them answer

- The OG Robin, though he loves every remix that came after him he often worries about the implications and lasting effects that being Robin had on him as well as the others 

- Moonlights as Nightwing, the name came from a story Superman told him and he knew it was destiny as soon as he heard the name 

- Golden boy, boy wonder, literal ball of sunshine, human equivalent of a gold retriever

- Constantly having an identity crisis 

- Consumes too much cereal 

- Way too flexible