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unholyhelbig · 1 year ago

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i would love a one shot of nat interacting w ronnie! maybe r is caught up doing a job for nat and nat has to pick ronnie up from school and domesticity w r ensues?

Title: The Carpool Lane [an Oversight Oneshot]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: You get caught up while running an errand for Natasha and aren't able to pick your daughter up from school. You ask Natasha to do it and she has to grapple with some big feelings.

[a/n: Hello! I promise you all that the last official chapter of the Oversight is going to be posted soon. It is a very heavy one so here is some fluff in the meantime! Also, I'm opening my requests again, so feel free to send some my way.]

Warnings: None that I can think of other than horrible grammar, but please let me know if I need to add any!

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The air in the home office had become sticky and cloying. It often did when the sun decided to shine as strongly as it did. Natasha kept her books clean and clear of dust but often times there was only so much she could do. Large particles floated in the crossfire of a golden glow. It almost pained her to wrench the window open and disrupt the flow.

It was difficult for Natasha to keep focus when she could hear the sounds from outside and feel the soft breeze on her skin. She was often known for her dedication, for her focus and her ruthlessness. But on afternoons, she was stuck doing mountains of paperwork when she’d much rather be doing you.

Natasha often drifted into hazed memories of the whimpers that escaped you, your breathless swears interlaced with the intoxicating way you moaned her name. She liked teasing you until you begged for her, until you needed her more than you needed breath, until you arched your back and cried into the thousand thread count sheets.

Of course, her favorite thing was to bring you to the very edge with her just her delicate touch and her sultry words. You’d come undone underneath her, coated in sweat and ready to please as an orgasm rocked through- an annoying ringtone.

Natasha had shoved her phone into the bottom drawer of her desk to gain some focus. It clearly wasn’t working. Her nails scratched across the rich oak of the desks surface before she pawed around.

Yelena had set her ringtone to the loudest, most obnoxious blowhorn she could find. She claimed that Natasha was losing her touch and often couldn’t hear anything past her own thoughts. And so, what if that was the case? Natasha quite liked her thoughts lately.

“Romanoff,” She drawled, voice dripping with annoyance.

“Hi,”

It took one breathless word from you and everything else was forgotten. There was worry in that single syllable and it made Natasha’s world spin for only a second before she got her bearings. She could do this. She was in charge.

“Tell me where you are.”

“You know where I am, you sent me here yourself.” You chuckled in a low whisper. Natasha had sent you to collect rent from your usual charges. She knew your pattern and could hear the low hum of the row of washing machines behind you.

While she prided herself on her ability to train you into the perfect protector with a quick hand a vicious tongue, she wouldn’t dare change a thing about your soft spots. You had particular one for the family that rented the apartment above the Soapsuds laundry mat and ran it seamlessly.

It was nearly impossible for you to say no to the elderly woman that took up residence with her son. She’d make you tea and you’d indulge in cookies as she regaled you with her charming stories from the 40’s.

“She’s a trained killer, ma, she doesn’t have time for this!”

Natasha heard the son’s accented voice muffle it’s way through the phone. She scoffed, and switched her phone to her other ear. You must have put your palm over the receiver because you were garbled too.

“I absolutely have time for this Miss Vazquez.” You returned to your conversation, voice whispered once more. “I don’t have time for this, Nat. I don’t want to break her frail heart. Could you possibly… pick Ronnie up from school?”

Natasha had been rendered silent, which wasn’t a feat that was often achieved in a shocking manner. Usually, if a Romanoff was quiet, they were busy calculating and it was better to avoid the storm brewing behind their eyes. This wasn’t the same kind of soundlessness.

She had to pick her jaw off the floor. Veronica was your entire life, and though Natasha came in for a close second, you would do absolutely anything for that child. You’d walk through fire, and it was testament to your growing trust with Natasha, having her pick your daughter up from school.

“Nat, baby” your voice came through the phone “did I lose you? If it’s too much I can get Darcy to take a later lunch. It’s not a problem at all. I shouldn’t have asked, you’re a busy woman and-“

“I’d love to.”

“Huh?”

“I can pick her up, y/n, really.”

Her palms started to sweat, and Natasha never sweated. She stood up and started to pace the length of her office, entering and exiting the large stream of light that vented in through the window. She listened carefully as you told her word for word how to enter the car line, and what mothers to avoid entirely.

“I’ll call ahead, let them know you’re safe to pick up Ronnie. Thank you for doing this, Natty. I appreciate it.”

She smiled, biting her thumbnail. She stopped at the window and peered out at the newly installed swing set at the edge of the property. So many little things had changed in Natasha’s life over the last year. There were children’s books strewn over the tables and art supplies that Ronnie loved to draw with. This was an extra step. This was the extra step that made her fingers itch for the ring hidden in the false bottom of her desk.

“Darling! Would you like to hear about the night I had with Robert Kennedy?”

“I would love to, Miss Vazquez!” You called back, lowering your voice once more. “I love you, I’ll see you at home. Dinner is on me.”

You had hung up the phone a few moments ago but Natasha kept it against her face for a few moments as if it were an anchor. She had to pick up Ronnie. She had to pick up Ronnie. Natasha was on her feet now, searching the large living room and foyer, and even the nightstands by her bed before she grasped at her keys and sprinted out the door.

Veronia was a girl of very little words, but she was comfortable enough around Natasha to curl into her side during movie nights, little fist clenching onto the fabric of her shirt. Most of the time, she’d fall asleep before the end of the film and Natasha would stare affectionately as you scooped her up and took her to her room.

Now, Natasha sat in the parking lot of the school with blood rushing past her ears. Somehow, the gaggle of mothers that lingered by the release doors were scarier than anything she had ever faced before.

She’d been shot at least four times and had survived them all. She had pulled the trigger herself more times than she could count, but all of curious eyes landing on her sleek black car made her nearly sweat through her t-shirt.

Natasha stalled as long as she could before taking the tentative steps across the asphalt lot. There was a small patch of green grass that seemed to be overwatered if it still held its vibrant color during a late heated day.

Her sunglasses were down over her eyes and she feigned looking at her phone, though she eyed each and every parent that lingered. They were openly staring at her, and she heard a few hushed whispers, absolutely no attempt to muffle their judgements.

“Don’t pay them any mind.”

Natasha startled, not noticing the woman that had sidled up next to her. Her skin was pale, her hair a pitch-black color that must have heated her up on a day like this. She stuck her hand out and Natasha took it carefully, shaking it. “Jessica Jones.”

“Natasha Y/L/N,”

The woman was apprehensive to use her own last name. While she kept a mostly low profile, there were still some people who would clock the name as something familiar. The last thing she needed was someone targeting you, or God-forbid, Ronnie. The words fit perfectly into her mouth like a sweet candy.

“I’ve never seen you around here before, and apparently neither have the vultures with the way they’re circling.”

She couldn’t help but smile “I’m… new. My partner got a little tied up at work and asked me to pick up her daughter.”

“Ah, so you’re that Natasha.” She must have flushed awkwardly, nervously, because Jessica seemed to backtrack. “Nothing bad. There are moms like the women over there who put their entire being into making everything perfectly beige. Then there are moms like y/n and I. Imperfect.”

Natasha’s eyebrows lifted. Each woman that flocked towards the front of the glass doors, waiting excitedly for their children to spill out did have the same look about them. They all wore leggings and different colored pastel shirts. Each one had the same highlights and haircuts, and apprehensive stares.

“We’re out here a lot together, and it was pretty obvious when things started to change for her. With you around, the smile actually reaches her eyes you know?”

The statement warmed Natasha greatly and made the box in her desk weigh heavier on her mind. Of course, she didn’t want to think too much about it, but she also wanted to make sure that you were happy, something you reassured her of over and over again.

Natasha opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by the barrage of tiny feet on the sidewalks and grass. There was a sea of runny noses and crinkled papers slathered in different primary colors.

A small boy with dark ringlets of hair crashed into Jessica’s legs clumsily and she let out a large huff of air in response, scooping him up into her arms. He had the most startling blue eyes like his mother and gave Natasha a gap-toothed-goofy smile.

Natasha was searching the crowd for your daughter. It wasn’t like she would call out, that was much too vocal for her and Natasha didn’t blame the girl in the slightest. Through the sea of kids, her eyes locked on Ronnie’s and she gave her an encouraging smile and a small wave.

Veronica’s expression lit up as she dashed the few feet that was separating them. Natasha had the foresight to lean down enough to dampen the impact of her hug. It was quite the rare occasion to be embraced by her, so she savored the spring scent of her.

“Your mama got caught up at work and asked me to pick you up.” Natasha explained, leaning back on her heel, she brushed a strand of hair behind Ronnie’s ear. “What’s that?”

Natasha gently pointed to the picture that was in Veronica’s hand. Her chest welled with pride at the drawing and she would say that it was miles better than any other kid she saw run out with their artwork. Yelena had been right; Ronnie had a beautiful gift that Natasha would pour everything into for as long as she wanted to call it her craft.

This particular scene was a rendition of the large house, too big to fit within the confines of the paper. There was six figures that vaguely resembled each person Natasha knew and loved. A clear grouping had been established.

Kate was smeared in a purple color with dark locks of hair.

Yelena had been drawn next to her, hand and hand.

Clint stood close to them- but not too close- with his signature deep look.

What called to Natasha the most was how Ronnie had grouped her. There was a figure by the edge of the page that was clearly you, down to a tea, and a shorter figure right next to you that was unmistakably Ronnie. The two figures held hands; and on the other side, with her signature deep auburn hair and green eyes, stood Natasha. Her fingers were wrapped around Ronnie’s in the photo, too smudges of color that made the enforcers heart thrum harder than it ever had before.

“This is beautiful,” Natasha breathed, struggling not to let the water that built up in her eyes drip down her cheeks. That would be weird. It would freak Ronnie out. “I love it.”

“You do?” The girl asked.

“I do. In fact, it’s getting framed and hung up immediately.”

It was rare for Ronnie to speak, but it was a prize each time she did. Just like you, Natasha had begun to understand her body language and everything she said with her eyes. It was something she would grow out of, or maybe she would speak with just her art.

Either way, Natasha read her loud and clear.

It was well past ten pm by the time you had pulled yourself away from the laundry mat. You ended up eating dinner with the family despite your repeated refusal. It was some of the best food you have ever eaten and though you missed the quality time with Natasha, the vodka coating on the pasta would have you reeling for weeks.

The house was mostly dark by the time you returned, and you were careful when you let your keys drop into the dish by the door. A soft golden light streamed down the hallway, leading to the kitchen.

Natasha would often partake in a glass of red wine, a record playing softly in the background. It was her time to unwind, to do the dished from dinner and breathe out the stress of the day. Just like any office job. Sometimes she’d use the time to scrub away blood from under her nails as you waited patiently and took sparing sips from her glass despite denying wanting one of your own.

The sink wasn’t on, and the kitchen was mostly silent save for a faucet drip here and there. Natasha leaned against the counter and stared at the moonlit swing set in the yard. It was bathed in just enough pale light to make out the shapes drifting in the light breeze.

You came up behind her, snaking your arms around her waist and resting your head on her shoulder. She shivered against the coolness of your skin, but hugged you tight against her center with a comforting and raspy hum.

“Thank you for picking up Ronnie today,” you mumbled into the side of her neck, “And getting her to bed. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

Natasha turned in your arms and had a bit of a pout to her expression that you weren’t expecting. You lifted an inquisitive eyebrow at her. You wanted to kiss that frown right off her lips. You wanted to lull her into a state of content after the long day you’d had.

Almost timidly, she said “We’re a family. That’s what we do.”

God, how long you’d wanted to hear that. This time, you didn’t hesitate to close to the distance between you both. You kissed her softly; you kissed her with so much love that it left you dizzy.

You’d scared away partners before with the prospect of having a daughter. Most of the time, you wouldn’t’ even bring it up until a third date, when you were close to sure. But even then, you’d be left at the restaurant, or the bowling alley, or the movie theatre by yourself once the words left your mouth.

Nothing about your relationship with Natasha had been conventional, however, and each day she shocked you with her tenderness and care for someone she had no responsibility towards. Just letting you and Ronnie move in had been enough. Parenting her? Loving her? It felt beyond reality.

She chuckled into the kiss, running her fingers down your jaw. “I love you too, detka.”

“Mm, seriously, thank you.”

“Do you want to see something?”

You lifted your eyebrows suggestively and earned a light-hearted smack to the shoulder. She wormed her way out of your embrace and crossed the large kitchen to the fridge. When you’d first moved in, it was blank. There was a single wedding invitation tacked up with a magnet for joining the Murdock and Natchios families in matrimony, but even that had been years old.

Now there was something new.

Something that had unmistakably been crafted by Ronnie. The photo was a beautiful mix of colors and mediums and at the very corner in, in blue crayon, were two words; My Family.

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dilidos · 1 month ago

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Can I steal the idea of an old man in suits with sad brown eyes and a permanent nose bleed who makes great inside jokes and has a daughter and is divorced and likes rock-and-roll and is doomed to slowly lose his mind from visions of Horrors until he dies, or is it too specific and people will realize it's Petey Kilmer from Severance right away? Because I have severe Petey Kilmer deficiency. I need him to get his own TV series. Yul Vazquez is terrific but his other works are not my taste. I want to create fan content about Petey but I'm too dumb to work with the little canon information he has. But I need more of him.

#severance #peter kilmer #petey k #remember reading somewhere on twitter that yul vazquez confirmed in a text that he wouldnt be in s2 #do i need to rewatch s1 ten more times to get my daily fix

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abbysimsfun · 7 months ago

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 26 (Cassandra Goth Joins the Family!)

Heather's new son was perfect. Ash loved attention right from the start, and to ensure she was ready for single parenthood, Heather’s family came to stay with her in the weeks after delivery. Little Ash had plenty of loved ones to dote on him.

It was a tight squeeze in Heather's one-bedroom home, but she was grateful to have them as she adjusted.

Besides, the family needed to be together in Brindleton Bay. River and Cassandra were finally getting married, and the Goths had planned an elaborate celebration for their only daughter.

River Nesbitt and Cassandra Goth exchanged vows on Family Day, at a wooden arch under a canopy of lavender blossoms on the waterfront. A reception followed at Calico Lounge in downtown Brindleton Bay, where the Goths had rented out the entire yacht club for the wedding.

"You're beautiful," River said as they shared a moment alone before the ceremony. He'd grown a beard for the wedding, and Cass smiled at her soon-to-be husband.

"My handsome love," she said. Cassandra was so happy to be marrying her soulmate, she felt as though she floated on air.

She wore her long hair up and decorated her black-and-white wedding dress with an opal-and-gold armband. The heirloom piece was once owned by her Selvadoradian maternal great-grandmother, Enriqueta, who was said to descend from ancient Omiscan healers. The band shined as bright as the smiles on the newlyweds’ faces.

They exchanged traditional vows under the wedding arch at the pier, bringing tears to the eyes of their loved ones when the lovebirds said "I do."

Several guests were uncomfortable in their formal wear because of the heat, but once mother-of-the-bride, Bella, was in her swimsuit, the reception moved to the pool. After a refreshing dip without wetting her hair, Bella sashayed up to the pool bar for a drink.

"What'll it be, gorgeous?"

The silver-haired bartender made her blush. Or maybe that was just the heat. "I'll take anything on the rocks," she said as she sat down.

"You look way too young to be the mother of the bride." He passed her a freshly-made wrench. Most of the guests were in the pool, so he stepped out from the bar to chat on the stool next to hers.

"Her father and I married young." She laughed at the faded memories of youth. A time before the disappearance that changed her. The bartender glanced at her ring finger. "We're not married now. Well, he is. To Karl. I still wear this because it's too expensive to keep in a box." She pointed out Mortimer's husband swimming laps in the pool.

"Whoever you're seeing now is a fortunate man."

Bella hid a grin behind her glass. "Perhaps you'd like to be that man."

He raised his brow suggestively and mixed her another drink. "My name's Diego. Diego Vazquez."

Father of the groom Neal finally washed out his last attempt to dye his hair, embracing his grays to see his son walk down the aisle. His wife, Daisy, was still a PlantSim, and since she didn't need human food she spent most of the reception in the pool to stay hydrated.

This lifestate was only supposed to last a few months, but now it had been a year! Embarrassed the experiment went sideways, she neglected to pose for pictures in her photosynthesized form. She feared she'd be stuck with green skin and leaves for hair forever, subsisting on nothing but water and sunlight for survival.

Would the Watcher figure out how to cheat-code Daisy's way out of her PlantSim form? Probably, she does love cheat codes in a jam. But anyway, let's find out! ->

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NOTE: I know they're posing in front of the pool. But I am not an incredible simmer by any means and getting the poses to work is a struggle, so really I'm just happy to have gotten them to pose properly. I don't care where.

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merakiorder · 2 months ago

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mdr (+ petey) outie hobby headcanons:

Mark Scout, as we know, would go on hikes and stuff with devon and ricken when gemma was alive, so I do feel like he's probably kind of outdoorsy (though not really athletic). strikes me as being sort of a family thing, i bet mark and devon went camping and stuff as kids.

Helena Eagan does not have hobbies. (as in I feel like she's not really given the leeway to have them. based on her innie though I feel like she'd fuck with kickboxing and competitive sports- maybe tennis? also she should be at the cluuuuub)

Dylan George strikes me as a gamer tbh- both in terms of video games (he picked up that overtime contingency konami code mad quick) and probably sports as well (I think soccer for him for whatever reason). We see from his innie that he likes collecting things and has a competitive stream which makes me want desperately to see him play a board game with Helly tbh. I also feel like he'd be a bit of a movie geek.

Irving Bailiff has a clear interest in the arts- I imagine he likes going to museums, and probably has some interest in history as well. he also strikes me as someone who would enjoy a good play. I can also imagine him going for jogs or at least long walks with Radar.

Peter Kilmer, my very good friend, was DEFINITELY in a band when he was younger. We know he's a Rock Dad and that he plays an instrument (bass if I'm not mistaken!), and I feel like he's the type to collect some form of physical music (I'm inclined to say cassettes if for no other reason than that it lends itself to the theory that he snuck out the breakroom tape by unraveling and later reassembling it). I also think he's a bit of an artist, we know he's a doodler based on his map (honestly I have been trying to figure out what relevance the doodles on said map may hold, but I also know that Yul Vazquez drew the map himself and based it on his own work, so). I like to think he's a bit outdoorsy too but that may just be a combo of explaining to myself how he was surviving in a greenhouse and the fact that I like to think that him and mark would have gone on hikes together as outie friends

#severance #this is kinda silly and dumb but I was thinking about it so <3 yay #I specified outie bc innie's don't really get to have hobbies (although I still think they have them)#bonus hobby headcanon for Helly R specifically is building improvised weapons out of office supplies #also I know I said mark's not super athletic but he's definitely got decent endurance if nothing else. he do be running #btw. i would give anything to see mdr play monopoly or some shit #dylan and helly would get really into it and obscenely competitive #irving wouldn't really care if he's winning or losing but would absolutely call out anybody trying to cheat (lookin at you helly)#mark would just be trying to keep dylan and helly from clawing each other's eyes out tbh. and somehow he'd win and they'd both be PISSED

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riverofjazzsims · 7 months ago

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Johnathon "Nat" Vazquez

Reporting for @cawthorntales Bloom BC

Johnathon "Nat" Vazquez

Young Adult

Pansexual

Aspirations: Outdoors Enthusiast

Traits: Loner, Loves outdoors, Creative, Recycle discipline, family oriented

Nat grew up in the remote area of the Granite Falls area. Both his parents were generational workers of the land and raised Nat off the grid. Due to that upbringing he is very much one with nature and has called home, tents, yurts, overhang of a tree and of course the hearth in his family home was always a favorite spot growing up. Nat is an only child but grew up around all of his cousins so he doesn't act /have the Only child vibe and if asked most times Nat will say that he has 10 siblings, which leave some gob smacked.

As much as Nat loves his family he enjoys his time to himself, he makes a living in the area by acting as a guide to those wanting to explore areas of granite falls. He also teaches wilderness training and rock-climbing. A few times a year he travels back home, especially as his parents age, to help out on the family land.

Romance, he isn't for or against it, he has had lovers in the past and during the time that they were together he loved the connection but usually his need for solace was the deal breaker.

Nat has a 3 year old daughter but he hasn't seen her in person in about 2 years. Her mother wasn't too thrilled that she didn't get to be number 1 in his life at the time and kept his daughter from him and now has married into her "perfect family" and moved away limiting his access and recently has been working to get his parental rights revoked so her shiny new husband can adopt. As if that's gonna happen

Fun Facts:

A member of Simerica Ax throwing League and won 6 tournaments

Applied to and was on the reality show ALONE and lasted 88 days

Is not a big kisser, always felt that those were more intimate than sex and thus has not kissed very many of his past partners

Loves the feel of the earth beneath him and loves to moon bathe in the nude

Has never owned a TV

The sound of an intimate partners laugh is usually a big turn on for Nat

Please don't call him Johnathon, that's his Dad

Private Download

Remake of a @cowplant-snacks townie from group E

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merrock · 3 days ago

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information

full name: Elena Sofia Vazquez

nickname(s) / goes by: Lena

pronouns & gender: she/her & trans woman

sexuality: bisexual

birth date: May 26, 1995

birth place: Merrock, Maine

arrival to merrock: local

housing: Lupine Lane in the suburbs

occupation: freelance makeup artist, store clerk

work place: Universal Rocks

family: Santiago (father), Sofia (grandmother), Marisol (niece; Ines’s daughter) in Merrock; Andrea (mother) & Ines (sister) who live in California

relationship status: single

personality

Sweet as the sugar cubes her abuela used to keep on the tiny dish in her tea set, Elena has earned the nickname ‘saint’ from most of her family. She is the kind of good-natured, friendly person that would stop to help anyone, who brought home wounded baby birds and let spiders out of the house. She’s quick-witted and funny, but the best shoulder to cry on when you’ve had a bad day, and the first person you want to take out for (non-alcoholic) drinks on a good day. She can be a bit reserved and shy around those she doesn’t know, and is a perpetual people pleaser, which often means she forgets to take care of number one, but… she’s working on it!

portrayed by Zion Moreno; penned by Katie.

full biography / background

triggering / sensitive content warning: illness.

Merrock is the only home that Elena has ever known, and she’s always been alright with that.

Her parents, Santiago and Andrea, met in Los Angeles, California, where Santiago was just starting his career as an investment banker, and Andrea a young, promising model. The two fell instantly in love and were married within months of meeting. The first few years of their lives were wedded bliss, one of the 'hot, it couples’ in a city of shiny, beautiful people, they walked red carpets and attended award shows, love radiating from every smile.

However, a decade into their reign as a 'power couple’ of the west coast, Andrea discovered that she was pregnant. Overjoyed – and maybe a little overwhelmed – Santiago made the decision to move their small family to a little town in Maine called Merrock. His mother, Sofia, lived alone in the tiny fishing town after losing her husband, and the opportunity seemed perfect to make the move. This quiet life, more than anything, was what Santiago wanted, and the family settled into a new way with the addition of their little girl, Ines. A few years later, everything changed again, when Andrea announced that she was once again expecting. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and flowers had bloomed when Elena Sofia Vazquez, as she would come to be known, was born on a beautiful Merrock morning.

Life was good to Elena; she had an older sister to look up to, great friends in school, a good head on her shoulders. And most importantly, she was blessed with parents who didn’t hesitate to support her, first with enrolling in gymnastics, and then letting her adopt the kitten she always wanted, and later in her pre-teen years, helping her become the powerful, wonderful woman that she was always meant to be, loving and embracing her during her transition. It was after her fourteenth birthday that things started to go awry.

For as much as they loved their children, Santiago and Andrea were flawed as partners; although they would always love one another, the marriage had stalled, and they gently announced to Ines and Elena that Andrea would be moving out, heading back to California, and the girls could choose to stay in Merrock with Santiago and Sofia, or move to Los Angeles with Andrea. Ines, already finished with high school, made the jump with her fiancé, moved across the country, while Elena stayed behind in the little town that had always been accepting and supportive of her.

Elena began to spend more and more time with her grandmother in Lupine Lane, spending the night at her home, even going as far as decorating the guest room to her liking, making it feel like her own space. In a sense, during her most formative years as a woman, her grandmother took over, teaching her how to dress, how to do her hair, and most importantly: how to do makeup. That was Elena’s favorite thing growing up, was doing her makeup, and doing makeup for her friends, always being the one retouching in bathrooms at school dances, being called over early for date nights… it was enough to inspire her to attend community college after graduation, taking up cosmetology and graduating top of her class. Elena moved in with her grandmother full time, taking a job at the local grocery store to help cover bills (despite her father cutting them both large checks every month to help) until answering a 'help wanted’ ad for Universal Rocks, the local metaphysical shop in town. Life was good, calm; steady. Elena was happy with her little life.

But life never stays simple very long, and the second upheaval happened just a few years ago, when Ines announced to her younger sister that she was divorcing her husband, who was taking custody of their daughter, Marisol. While Ines planned on staying in California – she had followed in their mother’s footsteps, chasing a life of luxury and becoming a model slash actress slash socialite -- her husband would be returning to Merrock with their daughter; fate could be funny sometimes. It was around this time, with Elena bonding with her niece over long weekend with Sofia, that she began to notice her grandmother’s mental decline, and worked with her doctors to help her out, becoming her primary caretaker until Sofia could no longer live at home. She made her granddaughter promise to look after the little home in Lupine Lane, and to visit her often at North Shore.

Now, Elena finds herself living in her abuela’s home, helping to raise her niece, doing freelance gigs as a make-up artist and tending the shop at Universal Rocks, enjoying her little found family on Lupine Lane in the suburbs of Merrock.

#merrockbio #elenavazquez #illness tw

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queenmotherbird · 2 years ago

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optimistredsox · 2 years ago

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26 July, ATL @ BOS, 3-5, win

Oh wow, I was not expecting the return of the 2023 Scrappy Rollercoasters last night but here we are, looking at a win that could both be referred to as a rollercoaster (in that the lead changed dramatically) and scrappy (in that the Red Sox were trailing but stuck to their guns (one particular gun being Justin Turner) and winning! It was certainly not smooth sailing, as wins that require scrappiness and involve rollercoasters never are, and I could have done without Bello giving up a massive dinger or Jansen having runners on first and third in the ninth, or Raffy fielding like a little-leaguer, but we just swept a mini series with the best team in baseball and didn’t look out of place doing it. In fact, dare I say it, we looked pretty good when we weren’t looking at Devers at third base. I should note here that I love Raffy and have seen him play amazing third base but I have also watched him play third base like a kid who resented his parents forcing him to go to little league when he just wanted to play with lego. Last night was the latter. But we also won last night and Raffy hit a dinger farther than I’ll ever hit anything so I should just shut the fuck up and look at the bright sides. Of which there are plenty.

Bello was great through five but pitched six, and gave up a three-run dinger in the sixth. I still think Bello is a bright side because a) he’s a healthy starting pitcher and b) he kept us in the game, gave up only four hits in total and has been a rock. So bright side regardless of dingers.

Bullpen. Again. Whenever the bullpen is a bright side shout about it. Because they get a billion percent of the blame when it all goes wrong. So bravo, Jacques (I refuse to pronounce it “Jakes”), Schreiber, Bernadino and Jansen (though less heart-attack time, please, Kenley).

Raffy Devers did not play great third base last night but he hit a big fucking dinger that put us on the board and gave hope to a crowded Fenway. And I know he’s beating himself up more about his fielding than I am because, hey, have you seen Raffy give himself shit about screwing up? Kid shouts at himself in a way that’s kind of uncomfortable sometimes.

Tristan Casas also hit a big fat homer. He seems to be doing a lot of that. Kid went 2-for-2 with a run scored and a RBI, both of which were that dinger because that’s how baseball works.

Connor Wong played great. Two-for-three with a run scored, caught a schmuck stealing in the ninth and is just doing his thing. I might stop missing Vazquez soon.

Justin Turner hit a game-winning RBI double in the seventh because that’s what Ginger Gandalf does.

Adam Duvall hit a dinger too. Perhaps he’s going to more of that as the season becomes more intense. That would be super nice.

We won!

We’ve won four in a row!

Baltimore and Tampa Bay lost! Fuck those guys!

#Boston Red Sox #Red Sox #Boston

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angelo-tiger-woods · 1 day ago

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Part 2 - Incoming Text for Halle Berry (@halleberry) and 50 Cent (@50cent) and Connie Orlando (@connieorlando) and Draya Michele (@drayamichele) and Eiza Gonzalez (@eizagonzalez): “An Idea Worth 100 Million Dollars”

Absolutely — here’s a comprehensive and clearly structured explanation of everything you asked for, laid out point by point, as if a professor were breaking down a complex film development proposal.

Here are the two links:

Rob the Mob (Film) - (click on the blue link)

Jonathan Fernandez (Screenwriter) - (click on the blue link)

Andy García – Wikipedia - (click on the blue link)

1. Overview: Original Film – Rob the Mob (2014)

Film Title: Rob the Mob Director: Raymond De Felitta Screenwriter: Jonathan Fernandez Main Cast:

Michael Pitt as Tommy Uva

Nina Arianda as Rosie Uva

Andy García as Big Al Fiorello

Ray Romano as Jerry Cardozo

Samira Wiley as FBI Agent Annie Bell

Yul Vazquez as Vinny Gorgeous

Producers:

William Teitler

Michael Lavine

Jonathan Fernandez

David Diamond

Nick Richey

Production Company:

Millennium Entertainment (handled distribution in the U.S.)

Electric Entertainment also had a role in production/distribution.

Budget: Estimated at around $10 million Box Office Gross: Approximately $2.1 million worldwide (Note: This film had a limited release and performed modestly at the box office.)

Source Material: The film is loosely based on true events, specifically the story of Thomas and Rosemarie Uva — a couple who robbed Mafia social clubs in the 1990s. It was not based on a book, though journalistic reporting inspired the screenplay.

Intellectual Property Rights: Since the film was an original screenplay produced and distributed by Millennium Entertainment and Electric Entertainment, the IP rights are most likely held by the production companies or the original screenwriter, Jonathan Fernandez. You would likely need to contact Millennium Media (successor to Millennium Entertainment) and/or Jonathan Fernandez's representatives to discuss adaptation or reboot rights.

2. Proposal: Reboot of Rob the Mob for an African-American Audience

This reboot is a culturally reimagined version of Rob the Mob, tailored specifically for an African-American audience. The casting envisions a dynamic, all-Black ensemble that brings new energy and cultural depth to the story. Below is the original cast followed by the proposed actors for the reboot:

Tommy Uva (originally played by Michael Pitt) will be played by Corey Hawkins. (Instagram: @coreyhawkins)

Rosie Uva (originally played by Nina Arianda) will be played by Ryan Destiny Irons. (Instagram: @ryandestiny)

Big Al Fiorello (originally played by Andy García) will be played by Wesley Snipes. (Instagram: @realwesleysnipes)

FBI Agent Annie Bell (originally played by Samira Wiley) will be played by Halle Berry.

Vinny Gorgeous (originally played by Yul Vazquez) will be played by 50 Cent (Curtis Jackson).

Regina Hall (Instagram: @morereginahall) – Will play Ryan Destiny’s mother.

3. Screenwriting Team Proposal

You propose hiring two highly respected African-American screenwriters for this reboot:

Reggie Rock Bythewood – Known for socially relevant screenwriting and direction. Wikipedia Page - (click on the blue link)

Mara Brock Akil – Acclaimed for her work in character-driven drama and strong emotional storytelling. Wikipedia Page - (click on the blue link)

These two writers are known for their sharp dialogue, emotional depth, and culturally resonant storytelling — perfect for reshaping Rob the Mob into a meaningful, stylish, and impactful film for the Black community.

4. Vision for the Reboot

The reboot wouldn't simply recast the original characters — it would reimagine the entire story arc:

New Characters & Arcs: You could add more layered subplots involving community dynamics, systemic challenges, and personal redemption arcs within an urban, culturally specific context.

Tone & Style: The tone could shift slightly — perhaps balancing crime drama with emotionally driven themes and even cultural commentary on criminal justice, ambition, and love in underserved communities.

Setting: While the original was set in 1990s Queens, the reboot could be updated to modern-day Atlanta, Baltimore, Detroit, or New York, offering stronger cultural resonance with Black audiences.

5. Legal Steps – Who to Contact for the Reboot

To move forward with this reboot idea, you’ll need to secure legal rights from the original rights holders. Steps:

Identify and Contact the Rights Holder Start by contacting:

Millennium Media (likely successor to Millennium Entertainment)

Electric Entertainment

Jonathan Fernandez (original screenwriter) – he may still own a portion of the rights.

Negotiate Adaptation or Reboot Rights This typically involves a licensing deal or outright purchase of rights to remake the story under a new creative vision.

Develop the Screenplay Treatment Once rights are secured, Reggie Rock Bythewood and Mara Brock Akil can develop a screenplay treatment, which outlines character bios, story arcs, themes, and visual tone.

Pitch to Studios or Self-Produce You could pitch the reboot to G-Unit Film & Television, Inc., leveraging 50 Cent’s interest and reputation for strong urban crime stories. Alternatively, attach a studio or investor to help finance the reboot.

6. Conclusion: Why This Matters

This reboot is more than a remake — it’s a cultural reinvention. You’re aiming to reclaim and reshape a crime story through an African-American lens, with powerful Black leads and authentic storytelling. It has strong potential to resonate deeply with Black audiences and carve a unique place in the canon of modern African-American cinema.

Here is the trailer: Rob the Mob Official Trailer (2014) HD

Rob the Mob Official Trailer starring Michael Pitt, Andy Garcia, Ray Romano and directed by Raymond De Felitta.

A couple targets the Mafia for heists and stumbles upon something big at an underground club.

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retroactivosigue · 1 year ago

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El Pecador - Alberto Vázquez

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#retroactivo #años 60 #youtube #rock en mexico #sixties #covers #mexico #alberto vazquez

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trastornadosrevista · 2 months ago

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Entrevista "Alcen la voz"

Este sábado 8 de Febrero se llevará a cabo la primera edición del festival "Alcen la voz" en el Teatro Flores junto a Melian, Mi Última Solución, All for Love, Elnueveonce, En la Verdad y Muñeki77a. En esta oportunidad estuvimos charlando con Sebastian Vazquez (cantante Mi Última Solución) y Alejandro Picardi (cantante de Melian) que nos cuentan como se preparan para el festival.

Hola! ¿Cómo están chicos? ¡Felicitaciones por estar tocando otra vez en Teatro Flores! Un placer enorme poder hacerles estas preguntas:

MUS: Hola Pablo! Muchas gracias por darnos el espacio y tu tiempo. Siempre es un placer charlar con vos.

1) La mayoría de las bandas fue parte de la escena de hardcore /post-hardcore que comenzó hace más de diez años en Argentina, ¿Qué sienten al poder compartir escenario todos juntos de nuevo?

Melian: Siempre es un gusto enorme. Pero esta ocasión en particular tiene un sabor distinto, probablemente porque sabemos todo lo que viene generándose detrás de escena. Las bandas genuinamente se han unido y estamos trabajando para hacer crecer esta escena, ayudándonos entre todos a que eso suceda. Y es algo nuevo, que nunca hicimos, al menos activamente.

Probablemente venga de la mano de que somos más grandes y esa adultez nos hace ver ciertas cosas con mayor claridad, pero esta camaradería no era tan tangible hace unos años atrás. Que hoy estemos metiéndole codo a codo en este festival, y que sea solo una de tantas iniciativas que tenemos en mente, habla de ese trabajo mancomunado y de una unión clara.

MUS: Es una sensación hermosa poder compartir con bandas amigas. Esta vez tiene un toque especial porque el festival está organizado por los músicos, lo cual nos permite asegurarnos de que cada banda tenga un espacio hermoso para poder dar un show increíble. De esta manera la gente no ve solo una banda headliner sino que cada banda puede lucirse.

2) Al haber pasado tanto tiempo desde la primera vez que subieron a un escenario, ¿Qué cosas creen que fueron las que los ayudaron a seguir y estar tanto tiempo firmes?

MUS: Tener charlas incómodas sobre todo jajaja. Una banda es como tener una pareja con 4 o 5 personas más, lo que requiere de mucho diálogo y honestidad para poder alcanzar los objetivos que nos proponemos. La constancia y el seguir insistiendo más allá de que esto que hacemos no sea nuestra fuente de ingresos. Y también la pasión, cuando nos subimos al escenario sentimos que alcanzamos el nirvana, nos prendemos fuego, y eso es lo más importante: ser fieles a lo que nos hace feliz.

Melian: A veces es difícil no perder de vista que uno arranca a hacer música como hobby, porque le sirve de catarsis y disfruta ese descargo: la música sana muchísimo. Pero en muchos casos el hobby es tan adictivo que uno entiende que tomárselo como un pasatiempo dificulta alcanzar ciertos objetivos, que a su vez son más ambiciosos conforme uno alcanza algunos.

Pero a nosotros nos ha servido forzar el ejercicio de recordar que somos un grupo de amigos, que hacemos música porque nos divierte y hace bien y que si bien entendemos que hay que hacerlo de la manera más profesional posible para que las cosas sigan sucediendo, no podemos dejar de disfrutarlo. Eso es lo genuino y contagioso de hacer música y que la gente conecte con lo que haces.

3) El Teatro Flores es un lugar emblemático para el Rock, ¿Cómo se preparan para un show en un lugar así?

Melian: Con muchísimas ganas. Hace poco celebramos allí 15 años de banda, y volver en tan poco tiempo es un golazo. Es un lugar que tiene una mística particular y te obliga también a tratarlo con el respeto que merece para que los shows allí sean memorables. Esta oportunidad, en el marco del Alcen La Voz, tiene sus condimentos propios. Con la buena vibra que se está generando, y el par de sorpresas que estamos tramando, no tenemos dudas va a ser un show para el recuerdo, y una increíble manera de arrancar el 2025.

MUS: Siempre es un placer poder tocar en un lugar del calibre del Teatro Flores. Hemos estado en ese escenario un par de veces y cada vez es mejor que la anterior. Estamos seguros que el show que tenemos preparado para esta ocasión va a ser el mejor que hemos dado ese lugar y venimos trabajando mucho para que así sea.

4) ¿Podrían comentarnos cuáles son sus metas y/o objetivos para este año?

MUS: El primer proyecto de lanzamiento que tenemos para este año es el disco en vivo grabado en Vorterix el pasado 08 de junio de 2024. También estamos trabajando en un disco con versiones acústicas de nuestras canciones que esperamos vea la luz en la segunda mitad del año. En cuanto a los show queremos recorrer la mayor cantidad de ciudades posibles este año llevando “Reflejos de uno mismo” y el show de los 10 años de “Falsos monumentos”.

Melian: Principalmente, poder tocar mucho más que en el 2024, volver a ciudades que hace tiempo no visitamos y también visitar otras nuevas. Además, también sacar música nueva. Estamos trabajando fuerte para que ambos objetivos se cumplan!

5) Para cerrar, ¿Podrían dejarnos un mensaje para la gente que asistirá a este show o está pensando en asistir?

MUS: Decirles que se van a encontrar con una propuesta que hace muchísimos años no se veía algo parecido. Desde las bandas a nivel individual como en conjunto les vamos a traer muchas sorpresas que les va a volar la cabeza y estamos seguros de que van a terminar de ver los shows preguntando cuándo es la 2da edición del ALCEN LA VOZ.

Melian: Que no se lo pierdan, que promete ser el comienzo de algo que, si nos sale bien a todos los involucrados, va a seguir creciendo y siendo realmente algo muy valioso para esta escena de bandas y géneros alternativos. Es una grilla de bandas espectacular, muy variada y con mucha mucha fuerza. Imperdible realmente!

¡Muchos éxitos para este 2025! Muchas gracias e igualmente para ustedes!

Entrevista por Pablo Villar Ruiz

#Alcen la voz

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