#Walls - Live From Buenos Aires

[a-fix-of-muses]

Currently Listening To: "Walls - Live From Buenos Aires, 21 May 2022" by Louis Tomlinson

[ltcharts]

Walls - Live From Buenos Aires Current Chart Status

Spotify Top 200 Global: not on chart

Worldwide iTunes Daily Popularity Chart: not on chart

Worldwide Apple Music Song Chart: not on chart

  Spotify Top 200 US: not on chart

Kworb Live iTunes US: not on chart

Kworb Live Apple Music US: not on chart

Billboard Hot 100: not on chart

Billboard Pop Songs: not on chart

US Radio Weekly Top 40: not on chart

Kworb Billboard Radio Songs Estimates: not on chart

  Spotify Top 200 GB: not on chart

Kworb Live iTunes UK: not on chart

Kworb Live Apple Music UK: not on chart

UK Official Charts: not on chart

UK Official Charts Midweek Update: not on chart

Vodaphone Big Top 40 Chart: not on chart

[olee]

Contigo | Enzo Vogrincic

(Spanglish)

The city of Madrid was enveloped in a quiet stillness as the sun began to rise on a Sunday morning. You had been in a relationship with Enzo for nearly a year now, but lately, his busy schedule of conferences and interviews had left you feeling disconnected and unmotivated. Sensing the need to break out of this monotony, you decided to embark on a solo adventure and take the metro to El Rastro, a bustling open-air market that had always piqued your curiosity. With a sense of anticipation, you stepped onto the train and began your journey to the vibrant market, hoping to find some inspiration in the lively atmosphere.

Upon checking your WhatsApp, you saw a message from Enzo that greeted you with "Buenos días". You replied with a smiley face, and he responded by asking, "estás bn?". In response, you expressed your longing by typing "nada, te extraño".

After exploring the famous open-air market, El Rastro, you made your way back to your apartment for a well-deserved rest. You decided to take a long nap to recharge your energy and prepare for the rest of your day.

At 11 pm, when you were just about to call it a day, you heard a sudden knock on your apartment door. Curiosity piqued, you made your way to the door and peered through the peephole to see who it was. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw Enzo, your boyfriend, standing outside with a bucket overflowing with beautiful roses. You couldn't resist the urge to open the door immediately and bask in the sight of his charming smile and the sweet fragrance of the roses.

He embraces your entire being, lifting you up against the wall. His lips caress your nose, then move to your soft lips, then to your delicate neck, and finally back to your lips once more. You feel his touch all over your body, sending shivers down your spine.

~

You find yourself sitting on the couch of your apartment with Enzo. After exchanging some kisses, he gently runs his fingers through your hair and places soft kisses on your cheeks. As you gaze into his beautiful honey-colored eyes, you suggest taking a stroll through the lively streets of Madrid to breathe in some fresh air. Enzo readily agrees, and you both set out to explore the vibrant city together.

As you walk hand-in-hand through the enchanting streets of Madrid, the city's vibrant energy surrounds you. Enzo breaks the serene atmosphere with a gentle inquiry: "¿Está todo bien?" You respond with a sigh, your emotions spilling out. "Es que... llevo meses sin verte y lo único que hago es trabajar, comer, y dormir. No es que tenga amistades; es que... a veces siento que te necesito, y odio sentir eso."

Unexpectedly, Enzo opens up, revealing his own struggles. "Sabes… me he estado sintiendo igual. Vos entendés que todo ha sido complicado. Mill(ch)ones de entrevistas y ahora con un nuevo papel—” Your curiosity peaks, and you interrupt, “Espera… ¿cómo que un nuevo papel? Joder Enzo, pero, ¿por qué no me lo has dicho? Joderrr… Felicidades!”

In a burst of pride for his upcoming film, you embrace Enzo tightly and shower him with kisses under the warm glow of a streetlamp in a romantic corner of Madrid. As he reciprocates the affection, he gazes intensely into your eyes. You playfully kiss the tip of his nose and delicately trace your fingers over his eyebrows, savoring the moment. Softly, you express your pride, whispering words of admiration, and seal the sentiment with another tender kiss.

Enzo, caught in the embrace of your pride and affection, responds with a tender smile. The soft glow of the streetlamp accentuates the warmth in his eyes as he holds you close. In a voice filled with love and gratitude, he whispers, "Gracias, mi amor. Having you by my side makes every achievement sweeter." As he gazes into your eyes, a silent understanding and a shared passion for each other's successes deepen the romantic connection between you two.

[bluewinnerangel]

With the spotify canvases changing and 15 locations that are going to be giving puzzle pieces that'll lead to the announcement of a live album, maybe the footage is from where the live was recorded, or where the puzzle pieces are going to be found, so here's a list of those locations:

The Greatest - London '23

Written All Over Your Face - Budapest '23

Bigger Than Me - Vancouver '22

Face the Music - Nashville '23

Common People - Sheffield '23

Out of My System - Brisbane '23

Saturdays - Paris '23 (rainbow fanproject)

Silver Tongues - Krakow '23

Holding On To Heartache - Barcelona '23

We Made It - Manilla '22

Walls - Buenos Aires '22

Fearless - Rio de Janeiro '22

All This Time - Munich '23

She Is Beauty We Are World Class - Munich '23

Chicago - outside (not during show) Irving '23

[dailytomlinson]

LTHQOfficial: Track #10 from LIVE. Walls - Live From Buenos Aires

[formulaforza]

hello, hello! can i request a blurb where carlos and reader have moved in together and are having a housewarming party. they’ve invited a couple drivers over and lando tries to use the fancy hermes blanket on the couch and reader gasps! "what's the point of the blanket being on the couch if it can't be used?" "it's for show!" "oh for the love of god-" you’d do it amazingly 🫶🏼 thank you!

—coming home carlos sainz x reader love, mackie... hi nonnie!! this turned into exactly how I needed to spend my evening (my day was quite literally from hell.) and this ran a little longer than a blurb at 1.3k words! regardless, I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it (and listening to lots of Spanish music)

There wasn’t much that was easy about blending the home decor styles of you and your boyfriend. For every item that Carlos fell in love with, you had an equal and opposite styled piece that you were in love with. From the herringbone floors to the tall white walls, it seemed that everything in the place was a direct contrast of the other. Quiet luxury and old money and neon signs and maximalist paint swatches, it was almost an entire year before the two of you finally allowed guests to come over (which–by the way–was a direct conflict to one of the major reasons the two of you decided to move in together in the first place: hosting friends and family without arguing over who would be doing the hosting).

The week following the Spanish Grand Prix felt like the perfect time to finally show your home off to the people you loved most; everyone was already in Barcelona for Carlos, an hour and change flight or a two and a half hour train ride wouldn’t kill any of them, not when half of them had to make their way back to the capital. 

That’s how it all cumulated into the night of all nights. The coffee table books are surrounded by half full, mis-matched wine glasses on old Spanish tile coasters (a compromise the two of you had made over the intricate hand painted ceramic that previously adorned the kitchen walls). The record player in the corner of the room stutters its way through Carlos’ dusty Boleros In Trío vinyl while the bluetooth speaker in the kitchen serenades listeners with the sounds of Sebastian Yatra. 

Everytime Carlos enters a room, he flips the lightswitch on. You follow behind him turning the overheads back off, opting for the warm yellow lamp light and the colors of the city beyond the bistro-themed balcony.  He burns a candle on the stack of decorative books, something with tobacco and cocoa and brandy and–jasmine, maybe? He always picks candles with jasmine, so you might just be imagining the smell out of habit. 

And you, and him. The two of you so terribly settled into the domesticity of your shared lives, the air of love in every corner of the home. He appears in the kitchen in a warm breeze, reaching over your arm to grab a slice of chorizo from the tapas platter on the counter in front of you. He kisses your cheek when he does it, undoubtedly in hopes of distracting your hand from smacking his. “¿Tienes frío, mi amor?” Are you cold, my love? He peruses around the bite of food. 

“¿No porque?” No, why? You ask, pressing the back of your hand against your cheek to feel the temperature of your own skin. 

“Lando sigue y sigue sobre tener frío,” Lando is going on and on about being cold, he explains. “Estaba empezando a pensar que me estaba volviendo loco.” I was starting to think I was going crazy.

You laugh. If anything but temperate, you’re warm, working around the kitchen perfectly plating a platter for your friends and family to snack on. “Bueno, creo que Lando ha perdido la cabeza,” Well, I think Lando has lost his mind. Carlos chuckles, gives you another passing kiss as he moves behind you around the island. “¿Encontrarle una manta, sin embargo?” Find him a blanket, though? You ask. He nods through a chew, holds his thumb up as he backs out of the room—you wonder how he managed to sneak another bite of food past you. 

You appear with the tray of snacks, chorizo with ham and cheese and bread, croquetas and patatas bravas and tigres. If it’s all as good as it was when you’d tested the menu last weekend, your company won’t even realize that you and Carlos aren’t serving them an actual meal this evening. Everyone hastily moves their coasters and glasses and Carlos moves the stack of books from the coffee table to the entertainment center, hovers behind you as you set the heavy platter down just in case you need him. 

You find your seat next to Carlos on one of the sofas, know that he hates that people are eating on his new couches. He’d researched them for months–months–before finally deciding on the ones that had been delivered last month as a replacement to the ones from your old apartment. 

You notice Lando is still blanketless, still dramatically letting a shiver run up his entire body every ten minutes. “Güey,” you say, and half the room looks up from their conversation, Lando’s eyes meeting yours. “If you are cold still, get a blanket.”

“Ay yai yai, pollita, relax,” he quips back in a thick, feigned Spanish accent. Carlos snorts and you meet Lando with your middle finger, an old friend of his. When you look to your boyfriend to meet his dumb chuckle with the same fate, he’s not even paying attention to the conversation. Instead, he picks at the bottom of a shelf hung on the wall above the two of you. It holds his trophy from Silverstone, a picture of him and Caco, a small jar full of incense sticks (maybe the jasmine you smell), which he has stuck a tiny Spanish flag into, and a picture of you and he following his win. The smiles on both your faces are so horribly cheek-aching that you can almost feel the phantom soreness when you look at it. 

You watch as Lando reaches over another friend with a quiet excuse me. You can see the thought process happening behind his eyes, in his path for the blanket draped over the back of Carlos’ brand new couch. It’s like watching the world’s lowest stakes car crash. 

“Carlos,” you whisper. “Carlos, él va por la cobija,” he’s going for the blanket, you say through gritted teeth, nudging your boyfriend to deal with his friend.  He ignores you, still focused on the bottom of the shelf and the single splinter that shoots off it. “Carlos,” you say, this time with more force. 

“¿Qué?” You finally get his eyes, nodding over to Lando, who is currently unfolding the Hermés throw blanket Carlos’ mother had gifted the two of you upon signing your lease. “Ay! Cabrón! No,” he finally says, standing up from his seat and moving to take the blanket from Lando, who looks on in utter confusion as Carlos refolds the throw and moves down the hallway. 

“What the fuck?” He asks you through a meek chuckle. 

“We don’t use that blanket,” you explain, and he looks even more confused than before. 

“You… hu–what?” He laughs, with more confidence in his confusion than before. “Why is there a blanket on the couch if it can’t be used?”

You sigh, your eyes rolling behind closed lids. “It’s for decoration.”

“It’s for decoration?” You nod, just as Carlos appears from the hall again, usable blanket in tow, expensive throw likely put away in your shared bedroom. He hands it to Lando. “It’s for decoration,” the Brit teases. 

Carlos shrugs, holds his hands up in defense in the return to his seat beside you. “Rule maker,” he says, pointing to you with a thumb before shifting it to himself, “rule follower.”

You laugh, adjusting to the sink of the cushion brought on by Carlos’ weight on the couch, your fingers finding the hair at the nape of his neck without even the beginnings of a thought. Lando groans, pointing to you, “whipped,” and then to Carlos, “whipped… but more.”

“Stellar delivery there, cabrón,” you smile. “No stutter or anything.”

Carlos exhales a sharp laugh, his shoulders bouncing silently. Across the coffee table, Lando, curled up in a fluffy blanket like a toddler staying up past their bed-time to hang out with Mom and Dad’s friends, flips you off and is sure to properly enunciate his silently mouthed fuck you.

[louisupdates]

LOUIS TOMLINSON: LIVE IS AVAILABLE TO PRE-ORDER NOW ON CD AND DOUBLE PICTURE DISC LP.

19 TRACKS. 18 CITIES. 5 CONTINENTS. 1 ALBUM.

RECORDINGS TAKEN FROM LOUIS’ BACK-TO-BACK TOURS OVER THE LAST 3 YEARS.

PICTURE DISC DOUBLE VINYL

INCLUDES 3 ADDITIONAL TRACKS 'HIGH IN CALIFORNIA', 'ONLY THE BRAVE' AND 'KILL MY MIND’.

PLUS A LTD EDITION TOUR BOOK WITH EXCLUSIVE PHOTOS

AND MESSAGES FROM THE FANS.

DOUBLE CD

WITH 2 ADDITIONAL TRACKS ‘HIGH IN CALIFORNIA’

AND ONE DIRECTION CLASSIC ‘WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO’.

TRACKLIST

1. THE GREATEST (LIVE FROM LONDON, 17 NOVEMBER 2023)

2. FACE THE MUSIC (LIVE FROM NASHVILLE, 18 JULY 2023)

3. BIGGER THAN ME (LIVE FROM VANCOUVER, 26 JUNE 2023)

4. HOLDING ON TO HEARTACHE (LIVE FROM BARCELONA, 6 OCTOBER 2023)

5. WE MADE IT (LIVE FROM MANILA, 16 JULY 2022)

6. CHICAGO (LIVE FROM CHICAGO, 15 JUNE 2023)

7. FEARLESS (LIVE FROM RIO, 27 MAY 2022)

8. COMMON PEOPLE (LIVE FROM SHEFFIELD, 10 NOVEMBER 2023)

9. ALL THIS TIME / SHE IS BEAUTY WE ARE WORLD CLASS (LIVE FROM MUNICH, 22 OCTOBER 2023)

10. WALLS (LIVE FROM BUENOS AIRES, 21 MAY 2022)

11. WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE (LIVE FROM BUDAPEST, 15 SEPTEMBER 2023)

12. OUT OF MY SYSTEM (LIVE FROM BRISBANE, 30 JANUARY 2024)

13. SATURDAYS (LIVE FROM PARIS, 14 OCTOBER 2023)

14. SILVER TONGUES (LIVE FROM KRAKOW, 10 SEPTEMBER 2023)

LP ADDITIONAL TRACKS

HIGH IN CALIFORNIA (LIVE FROM AMSTERDAM, 15 OCTOBER 2023)

ONLY THE BRAVE (LIVE FROM MILAN, 3 SEPTEMBER 2022)

KILL MY MIND (LIVE FROM SANTIAGO, 15 MAY 2022)

CD ADDITIONAL TRACKS

HIGH IN CALIFORNIA (LIVE FROM AMSTERDAM, 15 OCTOBER 2023)

WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO (LIVE FROM TALLINN, 5 SEPTEMBER 2023)

ORDER

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emails sent to fans 31.7.2024

[dreamings-free]

Live was captured across 15 different shows in 15 different cities over the course of three years while the singer embarked on two world tours

April 25, 2024 by Larisha Paul

After nearly two-hundred live performances spanning two international tours, Louis Tomlinson is celebrating the end of era on the road that spanned three years. On Thursday, the musician shared Live, a record captured across 15 different shows in 15 different cities.

“I’ve been lucky enough to spend the last 3 years touring the world twice over, the feeling I get sharing those live moments will be with me forever,” Tomlinson shared in a statement. “To be able to record these songs from all over the world and put them out as an album like this feels so special, and a real tribute to the fans who make each and every show feel unique and incredible. Thank you! Enjoy!”

The album features live performances from both the Louis Tomlinson World Tour — which was cut short in 2020 and resumed in 2022 — and the Faith in the Future World Tour, which kicked off in 2023 in support of the singer’s sophomore studio album of the same name. Combined, the tours included 170 shows in 47 countries across 5 continents.

Tomlinson captured performances of popular singles “We Made It” and “Walls” from his debut solo album Walls and “Written All Over Your Face,” “Silver Tongues,” and “Out of My System” from Faith in the Future. The album features recordings from London, Nashville, Vancouver, Barcelona, Chicago, Budapest, Paris, and more.

The digital version of Live is available now, with physical editions for the record set for release on Aug. 23 on a double CD and 2LP picture disc vinyl.

Louis Tomlinson Live Tracklist “The Greatest” (Live From London, 17 November 2023) “Face The Music” (Live From Nashville, 18 July 2023) “Bigger Than Me” (Live From Vancouver, 26 June 2023) “Holding On To Heartache” (Live From Barcelona, 6 October 2023) “We Made It” (Live From Manila, 16 July 2022) “Chicago” (Live From Chicago, 15 June 2023) “Fearless” (Live From Rio, 27 May 2022) “Common People” (Live From Sheffield, 10 November 2023) “All This Time / She Is Beauty We Are World Class” (Live From Munich, 22 October 2023) “Walls” (Live From Buenos Aires, 21 May 2022) “Written All Over Your Face” (Live From Budapest, 15 September 2023) “Out Of My System” (Live From Brisbane, 30 January 2024) “Saturdays” (Live From Paris, 14 October 2023) “Silver Tongues” (Live From Krakow, 10 September 2023)

[thefootnotes]

LOUIS TOMLINSON LIVE

The Greatest, Live in London. Emails: NZ region.

Face The Music, Live from Nashville. Emails: Aus region.

Bigger Than Me, Live from Vancouver. Emails: India region.

Holding On To Heartache, Live from Barcelona. Emails: Some Asian regions.

We Made It, Live from Manila. Emails: Some Asian Regions

Chicago, Live from Chicago. Emails: Some African Regions

Fearless, Live from Rio De Janeiro.

Common People, Live from Sheffield

All This Time, Live from Munich.

She Is Beauty, We Are World Class, Live from Munich

Walls, Live from Buenos Aires

Written All Over Your Face, Live from Budapest

Out Of My System, Live from Brisbane

Saturdays, Live from Paris

Silver Tongues, Live from Krakow

SNIPPETS:

Some links are to the actual snippet, others are to twitter posts with the audio files/screen recordings!!

http://louistomlinson.os.fan/lt04ty1?

https://louistomlinson.os.fan/lt9uhje3?

https://louistomlinson.os.fan/lt78dn2?

https://louistomlinson.os.fan/p-lt-36-9-y-gfhf-aa?

https://louistomlinson.os.fan/11-e-r-yxzxs-a-4-12?

https://x.com/1ddailyplanet/status/1783182597281005872?s=46

NOTES:

The password required for the app, I suspect will be revealed when all emails have been sent (1AM, BST, on the 25th. 15 hours after the first emails were sent.) but I could be wrong on that front.

The QR code at the O2 just led to the presave page, by the way!

The BG Image of the puzzle is from his show in Tallin!

It’s also worth noting that the O2 video was posted on his instagram and TikTok, but the Milan video didn’t make it to Tiktok…? +LA video??

My intro post has briefly disappeared. Will be back when this man gets his shit sorted. I love him tho.

@srldesigns6277 @theydopissmeoffavocados @enchantedlandcoffee

[cherry-holmes]

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

Chapter 7

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: When the rumors and gossip in the office turn cruel about your relationship, you begin to question your place in Javier's life.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Previous chapter

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3.5k

Warnings: Fluff, angst & comfort. Mentions of cheating. Mentions of pregnancy. 

A/N: PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE READ THE CHAPTER(? jajajaja😅

Next chapter (8) is the first Drabble I write for this story before I even know it would became a complete series🙈 So you could read it HERE right now!

As always, I’m taking requests!

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Not only you never had sex before, but you had never slept in the same bed with a man either. However, you found the idea of sharing a bed with Javier exciting. The simple act of lying side by side, feeling the warmth of his body, made your heart race. It was a new and thrilling experience, and you weren't entirely sure how to navigate it. But you trusted Javier and felt comfortable in his presence.

As you lay in the bed, the soft drizzle hitting the window gently woke you. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in a cozy bed, wrapped in Javier's arms. You were wearing one of his sleeping t-shirts, which hung loosely on your frame. It was very early in the morning, and the air was cold enough to made you try to hide your face under the blankets. When you moved, you felt Javier adjusting his grip around your torso, pulling you closer to his warm chest. You could hear his heavy breathing, a sign that he was still asleep.

You turned around to stare at him, taking in his rugged features that were typically etched with determination and duty. However, in sleep, he looked more vulnerable and childlike, with disheveled hair and a slight pout on his soft lips. You couldn't help but feel a deep affection for the man beside you.

You reached out and lightly traced a finger along his jawline and his prominent nose bridge, admiring his handsome and manly features. You felt that he was all yours in this moment. Javier stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he gradually awoke to the new day. His gaze met yours, and he offered a sleepy smile.

"Buenos días," you greeted him, your face very close to his as you wrapped your delicate arm around his waist.

He growled playfully and leaned over you, hiding his face in the space between your hair and your neck. He placed a gentle peck on your collarbone, causing a shiver to run through your skin and echoed between your legs.

"Do you know that you snore?" he teased, his voice still touched by sleep.

"What?" you laughed, "No, I don't."

"Yes, you do," he insisted, still hiding his face in your neck. "Es muy tierno, en realidad." Another peck was placed on your neck as he trapped you between his broad body and the warm mattress.

After some playful morning banter and more loving caresses, you proposed heading to your apartment, where Javier could take a shower and prepare for work. He packed a bag with his personal items, and both of you went to your apartment.

Javier found your place to be  completely different from his own. It exuded a cozy aura of femininity and lightness. Floral wallpaper adorned the walls, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere. A large window in the living room allowed plenty of natural light to filter in, illuminating the space. The furnishings had been carefully selected to match the delicate ambiance. A soft couch adorned with puffed pillows beckoned for relaxation, and a vintage coffee table with flowers in a delicate porcelain vase added to the charm. They were the flowers he had given you on your birthday; wilting, but you refused to get rid of them.

The soft scent of floral candles wafted through the air, creating a calming and peaceful environment that carried your unique fragrance.

Javier admired the surroundings and couldn't help but comment, "This place is very nice." As you approached a fishbowl on the kitchen counter to feed your red betta fish, he noticed and said, "So he's the famous Poncho," with a laugh.

"He is," you replied with a smile, ''Be careful, Javi, he's so much more handsome than you.'' you winked at him and he fake a laughter but he smiled.

After giving him a quick tour, you showed him where the bathroom was, and he disappeared behind the door to take a shower. While he was getting cleaned up, you busied yourself in the kitchen, preparing a simple breakfast for the two of you. The scent of coffee filled the cozy space as you scrambled eggs and set the table.

When he finally emerged from your room, dressed on his jeans and a white t-shirt, you couldn't help but admire how effortlessly handsome he looked.

The two of you enjoyed breakfast together, sharing lingering glances and morning conversation.

As you sat at the table, enjoying the simplicity of each other's company, you couldn't help but feel that this what you ever wanted in a relationship.

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Suddenly, as days passed, you found yourself spending most of your days – and nights – at Javi's apartment. So much so that even Poncho had to move there, sparing you the worry of returning home to feed him. It wasn't as though you had fully moved in with him, but you did pack a bag with clothes for three or four days a week, only returning to your apartment when necessary.

At first, you weren't sure about his daily proposals to spend the night with him, but you just couldn't resist his big, brown, puppy eyes that pleaded for your company. Besides, he was so respectful, and you felt so safe in his arms that it soon became an addiction, a shared pleasure for both of you.

Javier's favorite time of day was the nights he spent with you and seeing your sleepy face in the morning. He was eager for you to be ready to have sex with him, of course, but he had discovered a different way to make love with you: talking until your eyes couldn't stay open, making dinner together, hearing you talked about your day or just sharing anecdotes from each other's youth, and making you blush with his suggestive comments. He loved wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulders, as you prepared his favorite Mexican dishes: flautas, enchiladas, sopes, tacos, tinga de pollo... he was eating properly for the first time in a long while.

The domestic life was something Javier had never thought he would experience one day. The romantic love and ordinariness he had seen in his parents when he was young had seemed like an extraordinary occurrence, a one-in-a-million chance that would never happen to him.

This belief was primarily rooted in his own lack of commitment. He had always been dedicated to his job, chasing criminals and navigating the complexities of his work. Relationships, his private life in general, and even his self-care often took a backseat to his career, leaving little room for domesticity.

But now, this new routine with you felt different. It was a break from his high-pressure work, a chance to be himself, not the DEA agent, but just Javier. It allowed him to explore a side of himself he had kept hidden for a long time. He cherished these moments, every dinner you cooked, every late-night conversation, and even the silly arguments about whose turn it was to do the dishes.

The man who had always been on the run, chasing down criminals, was now embracing the idea of coming home to you. The feeling of normalcy and love had sneaked its way into his life, catching him by surprise. It was a change he didn't know he needed.

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But not everything was smooth sailing.

Back at the office, things had become a bit overwhelming for you. Since you officially started dating Javi, you could perceive the gaze of every woman at work on you, especially focused on the pearls adorning your neck, a clear symbol that you belonged to Javi. Or even more unbelievably, Javier Peña belonged to you.

You could hear them whispering a lot of cruel things when they thought you weren't there - or they did it on purpose for you to overhear. They asserted that Javier was merely infatuated, and he would soon grow bored of you and cast you aside. Some others wondered what you did in bed to have him that way. Once, you even overheard someone speculating that you might be pregnant, waiting for an announcement. Initially, you didn't let it affect you much, understanding that jealousy was at the root of these comments. Some of these women had likely tried hard to catch Javier but hadn't succeeded.

Of course, all of this mess didn't involve all the women at work. In fact, you had the support of your friends Martha and Ana, who defended you when you weren't able to.

However, as the days passed, it became more and more exhausting. It hurt to hear their gossip about your private life, your intimacy, and especially the things they said about who had already slept with Javier. You felt a pang of jealousy when you heard some of them talking about their past affairs before you.

One day, while in a bathroom stall, you overheard two secretaries discussing their encounters with Javier, divulging explicit details. It was clear they knew you were in there and were deliberately trying to humiliate you. You felt deeply embarrassed and humiliated but couldn't find the courage to confront them.

You knew deep down that your relationship with Javier was real, and it was built on something more profound than just physical attraction. You care so much about each other. But the workplace gossip had a way of chipping away at your self-esteem.

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Javier was telling you about his day as he drove through the streets of Bogotá after work. You tried your best to pay attention to what he was saying, just as he did when you were telling him something.

He stopped at a red light and turned to you, noticing that you were lost in your own thoughts. His hand reached for yours, bringing you back to reality. He placed a tender kiss on your fingers.

"Everything okay, amor?" he asked, his affectionate eyes showing both care and curiosity. "You've been quiet since we left the office."

''I'm fine,'' you assured him, forcing a smile, ''just women stuff, you know,'' you said, making a gesture to your lower belly.

He frowned, clearly not convinced by your explanation. It had some truth, though – you were on your period, as he could tell from finding your pads in his bathroom that morning. But he also knew that it wasn't the real reason for your slightly sad eyes.

''You can tell me anything, darling,'' he said, resuming the ride.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit shy about discussing the office gossip. But the understanding look in Javier's eyes encouraged you to open up.

"It's just... some women at the office," you began slowly.

"What about them?"

"Well, they've been gossiping about you and me. They say things like you'll get bored of me, or that you're only with me because of... well, you know."

Javier's expression turned serious, his jaw tightening slightly. "They don't know a damn thing about us, bonita," he said, sounding upset.

"It's not only what they say about us," you added, your voice quivering as you tried to hold back tears.

"What do you mean?" He asked, really concerned. "What else do they say?"

You didn't even want to say it; it made you feel nauseous. You hated being that kind of jealous girlfriend, but all the things you'd heard about him started to weigh heavily on your peace of mind.

"Some of them have talked about your affairs. You and them, in bed," you explained, your voice heavy with hurt. "It's like they're labeling what we do in bed, like they know exactly what happens in our intimacy. They're doing it just to annoy me, I know, but still. It's pathetic, like they're teenagers. It's so fuckin' disgusting."

Javier had never heard you curse before, so he could tell you were really upset and hurt. He knew it wasn't his fault what those women were doing to bother you, but he felt deeply guilty anyway.

Javier's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he tried to choose his words carefully. "Bonita, I'm not proud of my past, but it's exactly that – the past. I'm committed to you now."

"It's not just about trust, Javier,'' you exclaimed, suddenly anguished. ''It's about feeling humiliated, and I hate it."

You didn't want to make a scene, but the tears began to fall down your cheeks, and you turned your face to the street so he couldn't see you crying. You didn't want to take it too personally, giving those women the satisfaction of seeing you doubt him or yourself. You understood that Javier had a past, but those stories from his previous encounters with colleagues made you feel uncomfortable.

Maybe it was the hormones from your period, but you couldn't help the tears.

Javier's heart ached at your words, but he was still unaware of your tears. "I've had my share of flings in the past, I won't deny that. But what we have is different, bonita. I care about you, deeply."

After a brief moment of silence, Javier noticed your stifled sobs. His heart sank, and he immediately pulled the car over to a safe spot on the side of the road.

"No, honey... please, don't cry. You're breaking my heart," he said, genuine concern in his voice as he reached out to gently wipe away your tears with his thumb.

You looked at into his eyes, your eyes searching for reassurance. "Javier, promise me something," you said, your voice wavering.

"Anything, mi vida," he nodded.

"Promise me you won't cheat on me," you whispered, your eyes filled with a mix of insecurity and hope. "I can't bear the thought of more gossip becoming true. And I care so much about you, I you fail me..." your eyes welled with new tears. You couldn't imagine something like that. In matter of such a short time, you had completely fallen for Javier Peña. And him? He was completely dumb for you.

Javier's expression turned serious, and he leaned closer, holding your gaze with determination, his thumb wiping your cheek. "I promise, bonita. I would never do that to you. You mean too much to me."

You chose to believe him. You needed to. You were so in love with him, and you felt deep on you that id he failed you, you could simply fell into a black hole.

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Your words lingered in his mind like a ghost: "Promise me you won't cheat on me."

As Javier lay there beside you, watching you sleep, the weight of his own secrets pressed down on him. He felt guilty for not being completely honest with you.

He had seen Helena and a couple of other prostitutes in various motels around the city. He wasn't proud, but it was an unfortunate aspect of his job. He took great care, making sure not to frequent the same places and avoiding any lingering scents or perfumes on his clothes. He only contacted his most trustworthy informants and ensured that they hadn't had encounters with other agents. The last thing he wanted was for you to find out through office gossip, knowing you had already endured enough of that shit.

The first time he called Helena, the first thing she did as soon as he opened the door, was tried to het over him. Of course he stopped her, reminding her that he had a girlfriend, and that they relationship now would be limited to an exchange of information. There were other women that offered their services to him, as they knew him perfectly, but he paid only for the information and left immediately.

While he hadn't crossed the line of infidelity, he felt guilty for not being entirely truthful with you.

Javier was terrified of losing you. He realized that the worst thing that could ever happen to him would be losing you due to his own faults. Yet, he also understood that honesty was vital to the trust between you two.

Should he tell you to prevent you from finding out on your own? Would you trust him if he did? He didn't want to take that chance.

He had seen death up close, sometimes even causing it himself. He'd had a gun pointed right between his eyes and witnessed the worst side of humanity. Yet, the thought of losing you made his knees weak. It was the only thing that made him feel like a coward.

The mere thought of hurting you or causing any damage to what you two had was unbearable. So, he decided to bury these feelings deep down and never tell you about these encounters. The fear of losing you outweighed his guilt for not being completely truthful.

Your eyes fluttered in the darkness of the room, likely sensing his gaze upon you as you slept. Slowly, you turned your head to find his silhouette, barely touched by the dim yellow light filtering in from the street.

"Javi?" you called to him, your voice still heavy with sleep. "Is everything okay?"

It wasn't unusual for him to have sleepless nights, given the nature of his work. He had seen and dealt with many disturbing things. But tonight, something felt different. He carried a weight that went beyond the typical burdens of his job.

"What's wrong, baby?" you asked, your concern evident as you sat up in bed, facing him.

Javier locked eyes with you, and with unwavering certainty, he uttered two words that filled the room and your heart:

"Te amo."

Your heart skipped a beat, and a warmth flooded your chest as he confessed his feelings. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and you realized that in the simplicity of those two words, he had poured his heart out to you.

"Oh, Javi. Yo también te amo," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity and tenderness. It was the first time you'd said those words to each other, and they held more weight and meaning than you could express.

Javier reached out, his hand gently cupping your cheek. He leaned in, and his lips met yours in a sweet and lingering kiss.

When he pulled back, his eyes still locked onto yours, a deep sense of contentment in his gaze. For the first time, you both had openly expressed the love that had been quietly growing between you.

As you settled back into each other's embrace, Javier swore to himself that he would do anything to prevent losing you.

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You and Javier used to had dinner with the Murphy's at least once a week. At first, it was something neither of both men seen like necessary, but as your friendship with Connie grew, it became more frequent.

You had found in her a friend who could relate to you in different aspects: both of you came from another country to Bogotá, she from the US to support her husband and you from Mexico for a work opportunity. Both of you were in a relationship with DEA agents, so she could understand your worries for their safety and watched them cope with the stress and pressure of their work.

Meanwhile Javier and Steve were at the table waiting for the dessert – a peach pie you had made, by the way –, playing with the Murphy's baby Olivia, you were helping Connie on the kitchen.

"You know," she looked at you with a warm smile on her beautiful features, "I've known Javier for a while, and I've never seen him as happy and committed as he is with you."

You, slightly taken aback, couldn't help but ask, "Really?"

"Absolutely. There's always been something missing in his life; I could see it," she remarked as you handed her plates for the slices of pie. "He looks relaxed and he smiles a lot now."

"I never thought I'd be the one to make him that happy," you said, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

With an understanding nod, Connie continued, "Well, you are. It's like he's a different person when he's with you."

As you returned to the table, the sight of Javier playing with Steve and Connie's daughter brought a warm smile to your face. It was a gentle reminder of the happiness you shared with him.

Sitting down with Connie, her earlier words echoed in your mind. You felt a newfound confidence in your relationship with Javier. You didn’t want to lose what you had with him, so you tell yourself that you needed to relax and concentrate on the love you had for each other instead of the things that people said at the office.

As the four of you sat on the living room, Olivia wrapped her chubby arms around your neck, peacefully resting her head on your shoulder. You had always loved children, and they always seemed to like you. You had two nieces and two nephews from your sisters. You used to take care of them and help your sisters back in Monterrey. You loved spending time with them, watching them grow, from funny toddlers to beautiful kids. You had always been the favorite cool young aunt.

"She is such an angel," you said, rubbing her back.

"In public," Steve grinned, "She's like a Gremlin, past midnight she's a little monster."

Connie chuckled at Steve's comment, then her eyes sparkled with a different kind of excitement. She leaned in closer to the group and whispered, "Speaking of midnight monsters, there's one more thing we wanted to share tonight."

"You're getting a puppy?" Javier teased, raising an eyebrow.

Connie laughed. "No, even better. I'm pregnant."

A chorus of surprised exclamations filled the room. You couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness for the Murphys as you congratulated them on the wonderful news.

"Congratulations, brother," Javi conveyed as he shared a hug with Steve, patting his back.

"What a beautiful blessing!" You exclaimed, also sharing a hug with Connie.

Amid the laughter and heartfelt wishes, you noticed Javi's expression, which seemed a mix of emotions – surprise, joy, and perhaps a hint of longing. During the rest of the evening, his fingers found yours, gently squeezing them. You shared a meaningful look with him and found something in his eyes that you couldn't quite identify, but it warmed your heart.

As Javier watched you interacting with Olivia, a profound sense of warmth and longing filled his heart. The laughter and joy you brought to that moment made him realize that maybe, just maybe, he wanted more than he had ever thought. The idea of building a family with you started to take root in his mind, and the thought of sharing a life together beyond their passionate romance began to feel not just possible, but something he genuinely desired.

NEXT CHAPTER

[demiesworld]

sunday mornings - [husband!miguel x blackwife!reader]

synopsis: just a domesticated miguel's sunday routine with his gorgeous black wife.

contents: sfw, suggestive theme, brief sex part but it is not graphically written, just fluffy stuff

notes: some use of spanish is used in this. my spanish is not very good, so if there is any grammatical errors please let me know. i wrote this bc i saw a lot of miguel x black reader fics that have smut in them, and rarely did i see some domestic or fluff with miguel and a black reader. miguel is not spiderman in this, he does not have any mutated abilities or powers. miguel is in his early 30s and reader is in their late 20s.

The weekends are always an anticipated time for Miguel. During the weekdays he would be working diligently in the confines of a cold laboratory. He worked the typical 8 to 5 as a bioengineer, pulling in money to support him and his lovely wife. On Saturdays, Miguel would spend them freely doing whatever errands or activities he couldn't do over the weekday. However on Sundays, there was a routine that him and his wife set in stone for them.

It starts off with Miguel waking up to the aromatic sweet smell of pancakes and a California king-sized bed with an empty spot beside him. The curtains and blinds in their bedroom are closed, yet the tell-tell signs of sunlight is evident from the peeks of rays. His sleepy brown eyes look at the wall clock and reads the time as five past 8 in the morning. Which was normal for his wife to be cooking their breakfast at a time like this on Sunday.

The man lifts himself out of bed, and doesn't leave the bedroom till after he's fixed up the bedsheets and laid the pillows back into place in a neat order. As he crosses the threshold of the door he shuts off the ceiling fan with a flick of his fingers flipping the switch down. Miguel runs his thick long fingers through his dark brown bed head hair as he walked through the hallway. The walls were decorated with family pictures, their wedding ceremony, and paintings of abstract African art.

As he got closer to the kitchen, he could hear the faint sound of the R&B song "Weak" by SWV playing from the bluetooth speaker. Accompanied by that was the sizzling of bacon cooking on the stove and the smell of that lingering in the air. Miguel came upon the kitchen entryway and he stood there leaning against the frame just to observe you preparing breakfast.

You were standing at the flat ceramic-top stove, flipping pancakes on a pan while keeping a watchful eye on your bacon. Your husband eyes your attire: a cream satin robe that ended above your knees and a matching color bonnet on your head. Your face free of any makeup, and you were just in your natural state. You looked beautiful as the day he first met you.

Miguel leans off of the frame and makes his way over to you. While you were in the midst of cooking, you felt strong arms and a firm chest press against your back. Large hands wrapped around your stomach, intertwining their fingers in a way to prevent from you escaping. As if you would ever do that. His supple lips attached themselves to the junction of your neck and collarbone just as a content sigh emit from him. A gentle and heart-warming kiss is what left goosebumps on your brown skin. A genuine, happy smile followed.

"Hmm... buenos días mi corazón." He whispers to you, and rests his chin on your shoulder to watch you cook. "Qué tenemos para breakfast?"

You daintily flip over a pancake while responding to him, "You are having oatmeal with apples, cinnamon, and honey. I am going to have pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs."

Miguel pouts at the meal he was going to be eating, "Do I have to eat that mi corazón? It's so bland."

"Hey, the doctor said your cholesterol levels were high Miguel and that you need to cut back on sodium. You wanna have a heart attack or do you wanna live to see 60?"

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn't argue with your factual rebuttal. "Okay, I get it." His lips kiss your cheek before he lets you go and takes a seat at the dining table. Your gentle voice calls from the kitchen, "I love you Miguel."

"Te quiero tambien, Y/N."

Once you were finished cooking breakfast for you and your husband you set out the plates. First you placed your plate of scrambled eggs, two pancakes, and three strips of bacon onto the tablemat. Then you served Miguel with his bowl of oatmeal coupled with four boiled eggs and his orange juice. You let out an amused chuckle when you saw the pout on his lips upon seeing his meal. Your lips kiss his temple before you go over to sit at your designated seat.

"It's only for a month, papi, don't worry too much."

Together you both ate breakfast and discussed over plans for your Sunday. You told Miguel that after church services you were to be a teacher's substitute for the children so you wouldn't make it home until a little after 12. Miguel said he was fine with that since he would be helping out one of your elderly neighbors with mowing his lawn today due to the guy's back being hurt. You also mentioned to him that you needed to do chores around the house. He reminded you that you were to have Sunday dinner with his parents tonight at their place.

"As long as you're not going to be drunk with your dad then we can do that." You say to him.

"I won't drink with my father, cariño." He promises.

After breakfast was over the two of you started to get dressed for church. You did your makeup in your shared bathroom, going for a soft glam look. You took off your bonnet and fixed up the Senegalese twists you had in your head. You laid down your baby hairs, massaged oil onto your scalp and conditioned your hair. When you were finished doing that you went on to get dressed. Out from your private closet you pulled out a long sleeve mustard yellow maxi dress and slid on sandals. Then you accessorized with gold bracelet, gold heart necklace and gold diamond tear-drop earrings.

You came out of your bedroom and walked into the foyer where Miguel was standing there waiting for you. He was wearing the dark brown two piece suit you had picked out from him the night before. A mustard yellow tie and handkerchief stood out. Your husband cleaned up nice.

His eyes met yours when he heard you walking down the hall and smiled lovingly at you. "Dios mío... Te ves hermosa en ese vestido mami." He gently grabbed a hold of your hand and spun you around just to get a glimpse of your butt. "I don't think I wanna go to church today now."

You giggle and swat him in the chest playfully. "Damn Miguel, you horny dog, we're not skipping out on church again for that. Maybe when we get home this afternoon..." You trailed off letting him know that you were insinuating it could happen.

After Miguel gave you another twirl then a slap on the ass you two set off for church. There the two of you sat in the middle section of the chapel. Some folks came up to you greeting you both, and conversated about what the preacher was going to say today. You both got many compliments on your matching outfits. Which to you wasn't a surprise as you both wore matching outfits on Sunday mornings with similar colors. You remember from last year how the two of you wore red, white and green colors in celebration of Christmas during a service.

The service held felt long despite it lasting an hour and a few minutes over time. You and Miguel did your donations to the church. You both separately put in $50 into the hat that went around the congregation. You sang the songs that the choir was singing and praised every time the preacher talked about the Lord. By the time it was time to leave you looked at Miguel and told him to not pick you up since you had a ride back home after the class with the Sunday school children. You gave him a kiss good-bye then went on about your day teaching.

Miguel went home and changed out from his church clothes to a loose grey tank top, khaki cargo shorts and sneakers. He went over to the neighbor's home and let them know that he was going to mow their lawn for them before doing it. The old man neighbor was thankful for Miguel, even offered him money, but your husband politely refused. To him kind acts of service shouldn't be paid for with money but with kindness in return.

At around 12 you were just arriving home from church and Miguel had just finished up with mowing the neighbor's grass. He greeted you at the door kissing your lips tenderly and his hands caressing your hips. You inwardly laughed as you weren't even a minute into being home when your husband started kissing you and feeling you up in the foyer.

"Papi, I haven't been home for five minutes!" You squealed when he carried you up off the ground and pressed your back against the wall.

Your husband smirks on your lips and replies, "You're the one who said we could do it after church."

He was right you did say that to him this morning. You threaded your manicured fingers through his hair, a soft moan slipping past your glossed lips and into his own.

"Hmm, Miguel, if you really want it we gotta go to the room." You say breathlessly in between the passionate kisses he was giving you.

Miguel carries you into the bedroom and lays you on the bed gracefully. Once you two have rid each other of one another's clothes and jewelry pieces you both engage in steamy coitus. Hands caressing bodies, lips sucking on flesh, and sweat sticking to skin. A song of low grunts, shrill pleased moans, and heavy rushed pants resonated in the bedroom. The loud pounding of skin sounded like a drum in the background and creaking of the bed frame. It all escalated into an unsteady rhythm then came to an abrupt halt once you both met your ending.

The two of you laid in the rumpled bedsheets just holding each other in the aftermath. Basking in one another's glow. You tilt your head up to look at your husband and then kiss the underside of his sharp jawbone.

"We can't stay in bed too long, papi. I still got chores to do and we have dinner with your family tonight."

Miguel let out a tired sigh, "Just five more minutes cariño."

You move to get out of the bed, "Uh-uh, Miguel we gotta get moving, come on now." You pull yourself out of the bed and turn to your naked husband still laying on the bed. You wave your hand, "Come on, get the bed sheets changed and let's take a shower."

"I love you."

You pause when he says those words, but your face softens when you feel butterflies in your stomach. The words, "I love you too." fall out of your mouth when you respond. After saying that you walk out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, Miguel could hear your voice shouting, "You better be getting out of that bed and changing them sheets!"

Miguel shakes his head followed by a roll of his eyes. Though he does as he is told. He changes the messed up bedsheets, putting the old one into the laundry room and then replacing it with clean fresh ones. As soon as he was done he met with you in the shower and you both washed together.

Yes this was Miguel's Sunday routine. Going to church with his gorgeous wife, helping out with the chores, and attending Sunday family dinners with her family or his family once a week. It was the one day of the 7-day week that Miguel looked forward to. And he wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.

notes: slowly trying to get out of my writer's block slump. current fixation is fucking miguel o'hara. god knew not to make that man real bc he will have everybody and their mama on his dick. anyways lmk what you think of this fluffy piece! (つ ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ )

© 2023 demiesworld please do not repost on any other website without permission. do not plagiarize. any similarities in this fic is purely coincidental.

[hldailyupdate]

Louis Tomlinson has dropped a surprise album ‘Live’ – featuring songs that he recorded at 15 shows across 15 different cities.

Announced and shared yesterday (April 25), the album comes after the singer and former One Direction member embarked on two world tours over the past three years – playing just shy of 200 shows globally.

Now, a variety of performances from both tours – the ‘Louis Tomlinson World Tour’ and the ‘Faith in the Future World Tour’ – have been compiled into a new live album, which is available now.

Fifteen songs are included in the tracklist, and each was recorded in a different city, at a different show from across the three-year run. The album comes in both digital and physical formats, and features his singles including ‘Bigger Than Me’, ‘We Made It, ‘Walls’ and ‘Out Of My System’, alongside fan favourite album tracks, all released live for the very first time.

“I’ve been lucky enough to spend the last 3 years touring the world twice over. The feeling I get sharing those live moments will be with me forever,” Tomlinson said in a statement. “To be able to record these songs from all over the world and put them out as an album like this feels so special, and a real tribute to the fans who make each and every show feel unique and incredible. Thank you! Enjoy!”

There are four exclusive tracks split between the physical editions of ‘Live’, including a special version of the One Direction classic ‘Where Do Broken Hearts Go’ – which is available only on the double CD.

Accompanying video clips of compiled tour footage will be shared on Louis’s social channels to support the release, showcasing a glimpse into his past three years on the road and 170 performances.

The ‘Live’ tracklist is:

‘The Greatest’ (Live From London, 17 November 2023) ‘Face The Music’ (Live From Nashville, 18 July 2023) ‘Bigger Than Me’ (Live From Vancouver, 26 June 2023) ‘Holding On To Heartache’ (Live From Barcelona, 6 October 2023) ‘We Made It’ (Live From Manila, 16 July 2022) ‘Chicago’ (Live From Chicago, 15 June 2023) ‘Fearless’ (Live From Rio, 27 May 2022) ‘Common People’ (Live From Sheffield, 10 November 2023) ‘All This Time / She Is Beauty We Are World Class’ (Live From Munich, 22 October 2023) ‘Walls’ (Live From Buenos Aires, 21 May 2022) ‘Written All Over Your Face’ (Live From Budapest, 15 September 2023) ‘Out Of My System’ (Live From Brisbane, 30 January 2024) ‘Saturdays’ (Live From Paris, 14 October 2023) ‘Silver Tongues’ (Live From Krakow, 10 September 2023)

At time of writing, Tomlinson has shared two huge solo albums since departing from One Direction. His debut album arrived in the firm of 2020’s ‘Walls’, which has sold over 1.5 million copies, and the follow-up was called ‘Faith In The Future’. The latter went to Number One in the UK, Spain and Belgium, and Top 5 in the USA, Australia, New Zealand and across Europe.

Since May last year, Tomlinson has been on his ‘Faith In The Future World Tour’, which hits South America next month for its final leg. From there, the vocalist has a number of festival appearances lined up for the summer. Find remaining tickets to his shows here.

In other Louis Tomlinson news, earlier this week the singer, alongside Courteeners and English Teacher, were among the acts to be honoured at the first-ever Northern Music Awards.

The inaugural ceremony was hosted by the UK’s largest music therapy charity, Nordoff And Robbins and took place at the Albert Hall in Manchester; celebrating northern artists, festivals, venues and industry figures. The event saw Tomlinson named as Artist Of The Year.

[faithinlouisfuture]

real talk: teared up during walls live from buenos aires because of obvious reasons but also because this is the same guy who’s beautiful voice was always doubted, who was made to believe that his voice didn’t add anything to the collective, made to believe that he’d never be able to go on doing this live on his own, so much so that this “image” of him is still what gp believes but he literally said fuck that and fucking watch me and “who the fuck is gonna stop us now” here’s a whole fucking live album

[louistomlinsoncouk]

lthqofficial Track #10 from LIVE. Walls - Live From Buenos Aires

[abirdie]

Gael García Bernal Doesn’t Believe in Skincare

The actor talks about Mexican coffee, his rock collection and reuniting with his Y tu Mamá También co-star Diego Luna.

From the Wall Street Journal, Oct. 14, 2024 8:00 am ET

By Lane Florsheim

(source) When Gael García Bernal landed a role in Y tu Mamá También in his early 20s, he didn’t know his career was about to take off. It was a small-budget film, and Mexican cinema had yet to break through in the American box office. 

But the steamy 2001 movie, about best friends on a road trip through Mexico, was a hit. It became one of the highest-grossing Spanish-language films in the U.S. And it anointed García Bernal and his costar, Diego Luna, as leading men.

The two actors had known each other since infancy, growing up together in Mexico City. “Anything I say stays short of all the complexities of the love and the brotherhood we have for each other,” García Bernal, 45, said of Luna. Together, he said, “we learned that to make cinema, you have to misbehave a little bit, but be humble as well.”

García Bernal has gone on to star in a variety of Spanish and English projects, including The Motorcycle Diaries, Babel and the TV adaptation of Station Eleven. All the while, he and Luna have remained close collaborators. The actors run a production company together called La Corriente del Golfo. And this month, for the first time in over a decade, they’re reuniting onscreen. Their new show, La Máquina, features García Bernal as an aging boxer and Luna as his flashy, corrupt manager. 

Now available on Hulu, La Máquina is the streamer’s first original Spanish-language series. “It was about time,” García Bernal said. “We’re very happy that it’s happening like this.”

García Bernal lives in Buenos Aires and Mexico City. Here, he shares his most prized possessions, how he got into character for his latest role and advice from a Nobel laureate. 

What time do you get up on Mondays, and what’s the first thing you do after waking up?

Naturally, I wake up very early. My ancestors must have been people who worked the land. I hate when I wake up late. Sometimes I go straight to having a coffee or reading the newspaper or even, heroically, exercising. But that doesn’t happen so often because I always wake up very hungry.

What do you eat in the morning, and do you drink coffee?

Mainly fruits. In Mexico, there’s really good coffee. I do a pour-over. 

What do you do for exercise? 

I’ve been into boxing for a long time. I jump rope, go run, sometimes I hang from things. And I love playing football and baseball. 

What about skin care?

Nothing. I think it’s better actually. The washing-your-face industry has created a lot of problems for skin. I think it’s too much soap. 

How did you prepare to play the boxer Esteban in the new Hulu series? Did you model the character on any real life boxers or athletes? 

It was an amalgam of many boxers that I admire. We took a lot from all of them, but at the same time, there was something that came out, which is the boxer I have inside. It’s a bit like the clown in acting. We all have a boxer, we all have a clown. 

How would you describe your boxer?

What I found is that I’m really good at receiving punches. I think I read the ring really well. I’m able to figure out what’s going to happen, how to move around. The problem is that I run out of stamina very easily from hitting hard. Something happens after 10 punches. My punches start to become complete butter. 

Diego looks so different in this role, with his spray tan and a face that appears full of fillers. How did you keep a straight face while playing opposite him?

We had to try really hard not to laugh, but we managed. He made a big sacrifice as well. It takes a lot of time to do all of that, and it’s uncomfortable. 

There’s a great karaoke scene in the series. What’s your go-to karaoke song? 

I’m very promiscuous with my karaoke tastes. Most of the songs that I would end up singing in karaoke are older, like from the 1980s—the time of a man or a woman and a microphone. Nowadays it’s more complicated because a lot of songs have autotune.

Your characters from Y tu Mamá También, Julio and Tenoch, would be around 40 years old today. What do you think they’d be doing now?

I think maybe my character would be in government in Mexico right now. Diego’s character would be, I don’t know, a successful lawyer somewhere. I always wonder, where did they end up? Maybe because those are the characters that are closest to our upbringing as well, the closest we’ve ever been to playing ourselves. 

The movie captures so well the feeling of being young and having your entire life in front of you. How do you look back on it?

Our voices sound different. It’s actually very tender because we were very innocent. We didn’t feel like it when we were that age, but I hear us: We sound hopeful and interested and also brave and wanting to experience [life].

What’s your most prized possession? 

The notebooks I write in. The stones I gather. On every journey I make, I put stones in my bag. They weigh a lot, but I have a lot of stones. Certain photographs of my family. And there’s a football and some shoes that remind me of my childhood.

Do you have any hobbies that might surprise your fans? 

I do a lot of jumping rope, I can do a few tricks with that. I juggle. I play a lot of chess.

What’s one piece of advice you’ve gotten that’s guided you? 

José Saramago, who was a Nobel Prize winner of literature from Portugal, and I did a play together at a book fair in Guadalajara, where I’m from. I introduced him to my family. I’ve got a huge family. He was fascinated by my grandmother and the amount of kids she had and all the many, many, many people in my family. Before saying goodbye, he said, “You would be very stupid if you missed all this. You would be such an idiot if you have it and don’t experience it.” I grew up in a loving environment, and I was very lucky to be born into it.