#abuela perez

[walker-extended-universe]

Happy Mother's Day from the Walker Family!

[ms-nesbit]

its so sweet that jason would be nice to the elderly next door. 💕 could we get more on that please?

he's an equal opportunity provider for sarcasm, but will give respect where it's due, and that includes abuelita

stand and deliver [to abuela pérez] note: just headcanons, nothing serious, except ooey, gooey fluff. anything in spanish will have translations in parenthesis. I also apologize if some of the information isn't up to date - my mom was from Nuevo León, and I wrote Abuela to be from Jalisco, so there may be some differences.

Abuela Pérez used to be a dancer, even going so far as to being the headliner for the Liberación de México Festival (Liberation of Mexico, celebrated on El Día de la Independencia de México, or Mexican Independence Day) in their Baile Folklórico (Folkloric Ballet)

and she would demonstrate to Jason when he would stop by her apartment, even going as far as showing him some of the common moves and importance of the designs on the dresses

"mijito [my son], it's the badge of tu cultura (your culture), and where you came from. you represent it con amor propio (with proper love, or with pride)

jason would ask questions about her home state, Jalisco, and even did some reading about its history

but Abuela felt the closest to Jay when he surprised her with a torta ahogada (a popular dish in Jalisco's capital, Guadalajara)

"Ay, qué rico lo hiciste [how delicious/rich you made it]. La comida de los tapatíos fuertes. [The food of the resilient Tapatios, a nickname of people from Guadalajara]"

In no time, Jason saw his time with Abuela as part of a routine, looking forward to it (and being STRICT about making sure to make time each Tuesday for her)

she did try to set him up with a couple of her granddaughters

"Pero Jason, mi amor [but Jason, by love], ellas no tienen verguenza con sus relaciónes [they are shameless about their relationships]. Necesitan un varón como ti [they need a man like you]."

and Jay, being a total sweetheart, addressed Abuela in usted form

"Lo se, Señora. Es que no estoy buscando a nadie. Tengo demasiado trabajo a ser [I know, Misses. It's just that I'm not looking for anybody; I have too much work to do.]." - jason

helps make tamales, and dances with her sometimes (when she's active enough)

will absolutely protect her at all costs

she is his biggest secret (other than him wanting to be a dad)

[almamadrigalfanclub]

Bidi Bidi Bom

bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom

[rwrbmovie]

BTS of #RWRBMovie: 'z' in your last name

TZP via HOLA:

Clifton Collins Jr., who plays my father in the film, was amazing. I knew of him. I’d seen his projects, but we’d never crossed paths before. And then we met and we just got along, thick as thieves. And he’s like an OG Mexican from Los Angeles which was so colorful. He made it feel like there was family on set. Same with Matthew being Puerto Rican. Their influences help you get into that vibe, and then you do the scene and it’s wonderful. You really bring that accuracy to it.

There’s a line in the film when Alex and Henry are in Paris, and Henry asks him a question about his mom’s campaign, and Alex starts telling him about his father and his abuela coming to the States. The line is something like “If you’re an immigrant in America and you have a ‘Z’ in your last name, there’s a lot of people in positions of power that don’t look and sound like you. I’ve been given the opportunity to be someone in the world that my father didn’t see when he was growing up.” As someone with two ‘Zs’ in his last name (laughs), that was a tough scene for me because I had to be there as Alex and not as Taylor. It was very emotional to think of my family and what they went through to come to the United States. Even though they came here a long time ago, you still think about all of the people that are coming to America today and about all of their stories. Alex realizes that his father didn’t have any role models growing up and now he’s a congressman. That fuels his fire to be the change. That was so exciting for me.

From NYT:

For both Zakhar Perez and the director, the character Alex’s biracial identity was particularly meaningful. López grew up in Panama City, Fla., with his Puerto Rican father and Polish Russian mother, while Zakhar Perez is of Mexican, Middle Eastern and Mediterranean descent and was raised in northwest Indiana, where he said there was only one other Mexican family. “Matthew and I talked a lot about the mestizo journey,” Zakhar Perez said in a video call before SAG-AFTRA, the actor’s union, went on strike. “Being part Mexican, part lots of other things, I don’t want to say you’re forgotten, but in today’s world, it’s like, you’re either this or you’re that. There’s nothing in between. I’m kind of a cultural chameleon.” “As a young Latiné queer man, I never read something that centered someone like Alex,” López said, echoing his star. “If I had been presented with this character when I was in my late teens, early 20s, it may have changed how I thought about myself.”

From Windy City Times:

Was the part about having a Z in your last name personal or the book? ML: It was personal. That was about me and Taylor. It came from a conversation that Taylor and I had when making the film.

From Metro Weekly:

Alex has a line about grow ing up in Texas as a kid with a last name that ends with Z, which is I guess something else you can relate to, Florida style. ML: And Taylor Zakhar Perez also. Taylor and I talked about that scene a lot as being something that we both understood. My aunt Priscilla Lopez is a beloved, beloved stage actor. She was in the original cast of A Chorus Line. And there's a story that she tells about Mandy Gonzalez, who was in In the Heights with her, and Mandy once told Priscilla that Priscilla made it okay for her to be someone with a Z in her last name. And that was a thing that Taylor and I spent a lot of time discussing as well. It was important to me that that scene be in the movie. There was never a chance in hell that that scene was ever getting cut.

From Teen Vogue:

TV: One of my favorite parts is when they’re in Paris, and Alex talks about being a young person of color coming up from Texas and not seeing anybody who looked like himself or his dad in politics, and Henry’s response to that simply being: “I’m learning.” I don’t know if you were in the theater for that one, but half the crowd was like, awwwww. ML: Yeah, I was for that. TV: I’m married to a white man, and I was like, that is the perfect thing a white man can say in that situation. ML: I’m married to a white man, too. Speaking as someone who is a person of color married to a white man: that’s like the ultimate thing you ever want your white boyfriend or husband or partner to say. That’s it. “I’m learning.”

ML via THR:

There’s a scene in the movie that is very much me, which I gave Taylor after they’ve had sex for the first time. They’re there in pillow talk mode, and he tells Henry about what it’s like to be the son of an immigrant with a Z in your last name. It was really important to me to talk about growing up with a Z in your last name and even just how our names are pronounced, the spellings of our names sometimes if you have Latin ancestry. To have to answer for your name has always been something for me that I struggled with until I stopped struggling with it. So, I needed to put that into Alex’s story and when it came time to shoot that scene again, it was something I didn’t have to explain to Taylor Zakhar Perez. He got it instantly. The only thing that I did screw him up with is like, “We’re going to do this [scene] as a oner, and we’re going to do it as a top shot that starts in a wide shot and comes all the way down to your face, and we’re not going to leave this scene until you get it right in one.”

[lonelychicago]

tagged by the lovelies @wikiangela @jamespearce9-1-1 @daffi-990 @gayedmundodiaz 🩷

here's some more of the tbosas au <333

He remembers during the first Games, Eddie was in his Abuela's lap, watching the TV with some kind of twisted fascination and fear and his Abuela brushing his hair and shushing him, telling him it wasn't real. Telling him it was like a movie— like one of those old things that used to exist before Panem, when their lands were called 'North America' and they would put make believe stories on the TV. (Eddie might have been a kid but he wasn't stupid. A part of him knew that his Avuela was probably trying to shelter him from the worst, but at the time he didn't grasp what she was trying to protect him from. Death had been a strange, surreal concept.)

During the second Hunger Games, despite the viewing being mandatory, Adriana grabbed him by the arm on one hand and Sophia on the other and basically pushed them inside her room, locking the room behind her. They played checkers and Adriana read them stories for days, refusing to let them leave until the games were over.

When Eddie turned eleven, he locked himself with Adriana and Sophia in Adriana's room but u like Sophia, he couldn't hide behind blissful ignorance anymore. He knew what was going on now on every TV screen and why it was happening. That's when the guilt started to consume him from inside out. When Eddie stopped being a kid, figuratively speaking, and became another pawn in his dad's games. By the fourth hunger games, Eddie started what he cañls the memory journal. He writes down every tribute that dies in the games— Vita Chigwell (Her brother was the victor of the second games), Ash Heathgwell, Amaryllis Jones, Ayzalea Gonzalez, Moss Bates, Fayalie Washington, Barley Everdeen (She was from District 12, just twelve years old and had died in the most violent way. Eddie thinks about her all the time, about the life she could've had if the Games didn't exist), Bracken Perez, Darius Langwell (He had been from district one, the same age as Eddie at the time and it hit him hard how if one thing had been different, Eddie could have as well been in his place— that night he didn't sleep a blink), America Valley, and so many more. Over 140 kids. Every single name, written down in Eddie's scrawny and messy handwriting along with a small detail he managed to find out about them. He forces himself to memorize them, to burn their names on his brain so their deaths mean something, anything.

Adriana found out what he was doing and even got a few small pictures of every tribute, helped Eddie glued them on the hournla next to every name.

He wonders if they'll have to do the same for Evan Buckley this year.

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[lavendcrhazed]

[ taylor zakhar perez, cis man, he/him ] — spotted in the streets of brooklyn, it's ELIAS TORRES. they have lived in the city for TEN YEARS, working as a BARTENDER/DOG WALKER. the 32 year old will probably be seen around BUSHWICK a lot, seeing as that’s where they live.��people say they can be a bit IMPULSIVE and FORGETFUL, but friends know them to be CHARISMATIC and IMAGINATIVE. you know for sure you’ve found them when you’ve come across HALF FINISHED PROJECTS LITTERING EVERY SURFACE, LOUD LAUGHTER AND WARM SMILES, AND A SENSE OF CONSTANTLY NEEDING TO PROVE YOURSELF. welcome to brooklyn, it’s been waiting for you! 

STATS !

birth name : elias gabriel torres nick name : eli birth date : december 24th sexuality: bisexual biromantic currently residing : apartment in bushwick occupation : dog walker & bartender @ rainbow rhythm

family : gabriel torres (father), alejandra torres (mother), older sibling (see wanted connection on main) pets : black schnauzer named cooper relationship status: defo not in love with casually hooking up with safiye zeybek notable past relationships: n/a

hair color : dark brown eye color : brown height : 6'1" noticeable scars: appendix removal scar, various scars and scrapes from being a dumbass piercings : none :( tattoos: dog ears on left forearm for old doggo

HISTORY !

tw for medicated drug use mention

elias torres is born on an unusually cold christmas eve in texas, the best present his mother is ever going to receive if you ask him, to a family that is already struggling to make ends meet. between his father's constant switching of jobs to his mother's inability to find a steady job (and an older sister already in the mix), the torres family isn't expecting a second child.

with his mother at home all the time, eli learns pretty quickly that the more he acts up, the more likely he is to get what he wants. it's easy, a temper tantrum when you don't get your way to blaming your sibling for everything to get out of trouble. this continues well into the time that eli goes to elementary school and his teacher points out that it isn't "normal" behavior. it's this that makes alejandra question if there isn't something more going on.

eli quickly gets an adhd diagnosis, meds pushed on the young boy before he even knows what's going on. but the temper tantrums have stopped, and he's behaving more and more so nobody questions it too much.

years pass and eli floats through them without feeling too much and his grades start slipping, but his p.e. teacher mentions the soccer team and he joins. there he thrives, relying less and less on the meds his parents pushed and more on healthier ways to get rid of excess energy.

he continues soccer into high school, getting the attention of college scouts that come to try to get him to go their college, but that dream is shattered when his knee does. so he stops playing and decides to go to college for business since it seems the easiest.

college is nothing but partying and hooking up, so it's not a bring surprise to eli's family when he drops out. what does surprise them is that he moves to new york on whim.

his first few years are met with sleeping on people's couches and doing odd jobs, but eventually he gets a job at rainbow rhythm. he also found a roommate, adopted a dog, and got a second job to help cover rent.

QUICK FACTS !

raging bisexual, and will flirt with anything the moves (especially while at work at the bar).

learned to cook from his abuela simply by annoying her until she caved and taught him, so he can cook very well. he also fully enjoys cooking for other people and will bring people food if they ask for it.

has a doggo named cooper who is the bestest boy in the entire world and eli treats him like his actual child.

more coming soon!

WANTED CONNECTIONS !

a best friend! give this man someone that calms the chaos, mellows him out and helps him sort through the mess that is his brain.

exes of all kinds: one night stands turned friends, former one night stands, exes that ends on bad terms, exes that eli just straight up ghosted with no warning, all of it.

people who he lived with before his current apartment: eli slept on people's couches (or in their bed if they were close enough) so i'd love someone that knew him from that time period.

neighbors: does your muse live in an apartment in bushwick and need food delivered straight to their door? eli is your man. does your muse need something fixed? eli is your man. basically if you need something done around your muses' apartment, eli is your man!

others: enemies? give me anything and everything okay thank you bye.

[the-stray-storyteller]

Havenpoint

Warning : Language Prev Chap Next Chap First Chap Note: this chapter and any chapter after this hasn't been beta read or edited which means it will have shitty grammar, a lot of spelling errors, annoying dialogues and overall just be shitty.

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Chapter 6 : Owls Penelope Knight

My jaw went slack and I turned on my heel. My heart pounded against my chest. Blood rushed to my face. My cheeks heated up with embarrassment. I was wrong?

I  was wrong?

“What the hell?” I might have screamed a bit. The surrounding visitors sent me degraded looks. I turned away from them heading back to the group.

I clenched my jaw shut immediately hoping the two hadn’t noticed what I had said. Aidene was too engrossed by Nico’s words to pay attention to me. Anne however sent me a glare, the bags under her eyes seemed to darken her look. Her lips twisted, at the realisation. I walked towards them warily, interested to hear what Perez had to say. 

I positioned myself next to the blue haired girl. The frustration in my ignorance coiled around me.

I placed my hands on the table feeling the smooth wood denting under my finger nails. The sharp fumes of the new varnish coat made my nose and eyes burn.

Greylight wasn’t supposed to exist, at least as far as I knew. This had to be one of the walls Ravenwood had set up, but why was it letting me in now? The town seemed to selectively give out answers. I had never been one of those lucky ones to receive one no matter how much I searched and begged into the night. I knew there was something wrong here, very wrong and I ignored it most of the time. But now I could get an answer. I swallowed hard and listened intently, this is the closest I would ever get to solving one of Havenpoint’s many mysteries. A door had opened and I wasn’t going to let it close. A plan bloomed in my head.

“What’s your name?” He asked Aidene, taking the book from her hand. 

“Spongebob Squarepants.” He let out a chuckle. I rolled my eyes.

“Your real name.”

“Anne Gray.” Anne snapped her head towards Aidene, her eyes cold and dagger-like. She looked ready to tear out Aidene’s hair. 

“Her name is Aidene Rayners,” she ground out, her jaw tightening in frustration. Aidene let out a lively crackle, her wiry body shaking in mirth. She stopped long enough to spell out her name to Nico, who handed her a library card a few minutes later along with the book.

“Back to the topic,” I snapped, turning the attention towards me, “Tell me everything you know about Greylight.”  He scorned me and got back to registering the purple haired girl into the system. Aidene’s eyes went from me to him with suspicion. 

“So-what can you tell us about him?” She asked pleasantly. 

“Well honestly not much. My abuela rants about him occasionally though.”  His voice droned, it must have been tiring to listen to his grand-mother rant about a dead man. Nico folded his arms on the table, laying his head down on them sleepily. I tapped my fingers on the table, keeping him awake. He sent me another cold look.

“How old is your grandmother? How old is William Greylight?” Anne asked, trying her absolute best to formulate a timeline. I knew better, the town’s history was mostly in the dark. One bit here and another there and never complete. The events were all over the place too, was the drought before or after the forest fire? 

I reached up and touched the tips of my fingers to my chest, trying to untangle something that wasn’t there. It was a feeling of being watched. Watched in the night among the ancient walls of the school by the yellow eyes of the owls. Eyes that calculated for the next kill. I shook off that feeling, the paranoia of feeling tied to a promise I never made. I would feel it whenever I questioned too much. Just like I was doing now. 

“My abuela didn’t know him but her abuela did. Apparently she complained to my abuela about him and then abuela told us whatever her abuela told her.” I was pretty sure the word ‘abuela’ made up more than half of the sentence, it sent my mind spiralling trying to make out which grand-mother he was trying to refer to. Understanding it might have been easier if he had written the sentence down rather than speaking it out loud.

“Okay, but what exactly did she tell you?” I prompted. This time he didn’t have the attention to ignore me, or stay angry at me. He was on the roll.

“He was a raging maniac. Burned his house-”

“How did he burn the house down if he had already died?” Aidene interrupted. Nico shrugged.

“Just telling you what abuela told me. Apparently only the ground floor of the house had sustained damage from the fire. Anyways-”he drew the word out, “she told me that Greylight kept this diary with him, scribbling notes onto it everyday. Talking to it rather than the people. Then there was that pig slaughter-”

“Diary? What diary? Can it be found?” Aidene fired the questions away, keeping Nico from rambling. Nico shrugged once again with an oblivious look on his face. His eyes were distant and eyebrows drawn together trying to remember.

“However,” he placed his hand below his chin, “You could start with the library in your school. Most of the books were either burned, stolen, sold but a few remain. Why are you asking about all this anyways?” No one answered.

Nico straightened his broad shoulders out, finally looking awake. He waited for an answer but no one gave him one. I didn’t know why they were asking these questions so I couldn't give him an answer and it seemed that neither Aidene nor Anne wanted to give him one. He asked again but we all remained quiet. Nico’s jaw twitched with annoyance.

I looked away trying not to make eye contact. Anne had started to wander off and Aidene pretended to study her library card while singing the ‘Spongebob Squarepants’ theme. He narrowed his eyes and let out a frustrated groan. He sent us an annoyed glare, his mouth forming a pout. I felt a bit bad for him. I looked for Anne but she had disappeared, annoyance pricked at my skin.

“How many times have I given you answers but never gotten one back?” He spat at me. I looked at Aidene with desperation and she looked at Nico with contemplation.

Aidene took steps towards the college student and lowered her voice in a fake whisper.

“Treasure Hunt,” she said childishly. Anne had crept back into the scene realising the awkwardness was over. Nico pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows drawing in and letting out a sigh. A dry hoarse laugh escaped his throat.

“So this is a-a-” he struggled to remember the word in English, “ una broma ?”

“Joke?” Aidene asked timidly. 

“Yes! Is this a joke?” Nico was furious.

Aidene looked at me. For the first time the sharpness of her smile was in her eyes. However,  her face lacked that smile. 

“What did you do?” She mouthed the words at me. I threw her an offended look. It wasn’t my fault that Nico could hold a grudge and was temperamental. It wasn’t my fault that Nico couldn’t help but tell the truth. I wasn’t getting involved in this, not again. We could just leave. I was ready to leave. They already had the information they needed. I turned to walk away but Aidene let out a scoff and turned towards Nico.

“It isn’t a joke. I really want to figure out what happened to Greylight and hopefully find this hidden treasure along the way.” Aidened tried her best. Nico raised a sceptical eyebrow at her, unwilling to believe. Why was the girl trying so hard to make a friend? With a Perez that too.

“She is delusional. But yes. She is dragging us along for this so-called mystery,” Anne supplied from the background. Her tone was even and rational. She didn’t give off the playful vibes Aidene did and Nico did not hate her like he did me. Maybe that is why he believed her.

“Well-best of luck. I suppose?” He said blandly, not knowing how to react.

“And sorry for losing my cool.” He rubbed the back of his neck, guilt colouring his face.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Aidene turned her eyes towards me, “After all I think you might have a very good reason to be angry. Thanks for the information by the way.” 

I turned my headway. I didn’t understand how all of this was my fault. I didn’t understand why Rayners was blaming me. She didn’t even have any context.

“We need to go, they will be closing the school gates soon.”  I kept my tone even and the anger away from it. I grabbed Aidene by her arm pulling her out of the library with Anne following behind us. 

The moment we stepped out, Aidene tore her arm away from my grip. She had a surprising amount of strength in that small twig-like body.

“What the fuck was that about?” She spat out.

“None of your business.” 

“What did you do?”

“Why do you care?”

“Now he hates us.”

“No he doesn’t,” I ground my teeth, might as well tell her, “He ended up getting into some trouble a couple of years ago when he still attended Havenpoint. He blames it on me. There. Happy?” Aidene fixed me with a dejected glare. She knew she wouldn’t get more out of me. I smirked in victory.

Anne was behind us watching our altercation with little interest. She actually seemed to be enjoying it a bit. I scanned her. She didn’t seem volatile like Aidene was. Her bangs covered her forehead touching her eyebrows, she swiped them away. Her toast coloured eyes, darkened by sleepless nights. I needed at least one of them on my good side for my plan.

“Do you guys have room for another in this treasure hunt of yours?” I aimed the question at Anne. Her eyes narrowed, and her canines showed in a sneer.

“No.” Her answer was curt and direct.

I clicked my tongue, disappointed. I don’t know what I did to her for such a reaction.

“Look, you guys need information. For information you need sources. I have sources. You guys know little to nothing about this town.” I tried reasoning as I  locked eyes with Anne. The insomniac shook her head, not willing to change her decision.

“I say she can join.” I turned my head in surprise. Aidene’s usual friendly smile was back on her face. Her eyes glinted in the setting sun, reminding me of a solar eclipse. She extended her hand. I shook it. 

What was she playing at?

[uniquetyphoonmiracle]

De verdad..que CREO que más CLARO no puede estar TODO y que ADEMAS creo que no hay TIEMPO PARA PONERLO [mas que nada por MI SOL_EDAD es decir creo que debo dedicarme a otras cosas para evitar la RUINA TOTAL[..mi últimas VACACIONES así lo han PUESTO o lo marcan..regreso desde barrio LA PAZ o Avenida DE PRIMERO DE MAYO o día del TRABAJADOR y muere con 54 años un PRIMO CARNAL de FELIPE VI tras morir meses antes su hermano con 49 años..30 o más años menos que JUAN CARLOS I..aunque yo creo que me conformaría con 10 0 15 años más pero sin PERDER EL TIEMPO que es básicamente lo que se hace en este MUNDO viendo y escuchando TONTERIAS una y otra vez hasta llegar a tu vejez [algo que me parece más una condena que un premio..donde la cárcel o el castigo es tu cuerpo]

No tengo ninguna ILUSION por ser una ABUELA de 83 años..subiendo paredes para ir a ningún lado y tras haberlo hecho toda mi vida..y mucho menos una VEJEZ con mucho BERNABEU como esperaba el SEMPITERNO CONGRESISTA y ministro del INTERIOR el malogrado RUBALCABA que según FLORENTINO PEREZ soñó con la PAZ [pero si se refería a ETA ..creo que mataban menos que el TABACO O LAS PUTAS E IDOLOS DE ORO que son una RUINA A TODOS LOS NIVELES]

De este MUNDO NO ME HACE ILUSION O MERECE LA PENA NADA Y SINO TUVIERA MUY CLARO QUE VOY DETRAS DE ALGO DIVINO O MILAGROSO y APOCALIPTICO..PODIA SER UN SUICIDADO eso sí FOLLANDOME PUTAS y no MASTURBANDOME teniendo PAREJA como HUTCHENCE DE INXS que me dio su cerveza MEXICANA CORONA en sala DIVINO AQUALUNG o IVAN HEYN subsecretario de comercio de CRISTINA FDEZ DE KITCHNNER en una CUMBRE DE MERCO_SUR..pues desde luego ver y pagar MAS DE LO MISMO O IDOLOS DE ORO que cada vez son peores o repetitivos pero MAS RUINA Y POBREZA para el RESTO..NI LOCO

[soloconlasratas]

Yo hablo con Dios y con tu madre, con vos cuando cuadran las horas y con tu padre cuando llegan las lluvias.

Del otro extremo de la tierra hay un olor a sol y a cosas arrumadas.

Abuela, si alguien se va y no sé despide...

¿a quien le dejamos las cartas?

A nadie.

Dijo

Yo imagino se toca el escapulario del pecho y los ojos le brillan ciegos.

Recomienda el piscologo por allá en los tiempos de Perez Jiménez. Se siembran unos cuantos helechos que crecen en la humedad del llanto, se pone la radio a todo volumen y se habla con los fantasmas que se quedaron en los rincones.

Uno no se queda solo,

A uno lo acompaña el olvido, el olvido que enseña.

Un nuevo oficio o a tomar café sin azúcar.

Se leen poemas revolucionarios y el corazón vuelve a arder hasta que duela la vena que cruza la mitad del cuerpo y te recuerda que estás parado en medio de una casa acompañada por el polvo y olor a baúl.

Se vive así, pregonando a las ventanas abiertas el adiós de todos los días, para que el sol huela a panela y venga la hojarasca del verano y tumbe los altares de los dioses falsos.

Luis García - 2024

[ladedicatoria]

A todas las personas que deciden no anestesiarse. Y se la bancan despiertas.

Relatos breves, cifrados de extremo a extremo.

Un día estaba Roberto subiendo una cuesta y a la vez bajándola, entonces se encontró con Pedro.

Y le dijo Pedro: Hola Roberto, necesito que le mandes un whatsapp a tu tío. Dile que mañana o, a más tardar pasado mañana, le enviaré un camello digitalizado. 

Entonces Roberto salió corriendo, a buscar su celular que se le había quedado en la repisa del baño de su tía abuela Gertrudis, pero nunca llegaría, porque anocheció, y eso que el sol estaba alto.

Al día siguiente tomó una ducha y al despertarse se secó con un toallón celeste.

Ese día salió a la calle decidido. 

Sin embargo, ya desde la vereda de enfrente se veía que Roberto tardaría en cruzar a esta otra vereda por los menos unas tres horas. Era muy evidente que eso era lo que más o menos tardaría. Sobre todo, porque él no sabía que tenía que cruzar.

De algún modo todo el pueblo esperaba que cruzase. Y hacían apuestas de todo tipo. Se apostaba dinero, joyas, cualquier cosa, hasta en cuotas. 

Al final todos perdieron, porque la calle se disolvió por un decreto de necesidad y urgencia.

………

Una vez un pollo se encontró con un dron con celulitis. El pollo estaba comiendo unas tutucas junto al río. El dron le preguntó si eso engordaba, y el pollo le contesto: I dont know 

Entonces el dron le dijo…: ¿si te cruzo a la otra orilla del río, me convidas tutuca?

Y el pollo que no tenía aguijón pero se sabía la tabla de multiplicar por ocho, le contestó:

Te convido de onda, sin que me cruces…; pero mañana es mi cumpleaños y sería bueno que me lleves a conocer todos los ríos de Salta.

El dron accedió. El viaje tardó tanto que se enamoraron. 

Ahora, tienen celulitis los dos.

………

Un miércoles por la tarde estaba Gladys mandando emails a distintos lugares. Los mandaba por el gmail de Google, (Google por entonces era pequeño y estaba descalzo). 

En eso le apareció en la pantalla de su notebook, una ventana inesperada, y luego otra y otra, empezó a sentir frío… Entonces alguien prendió una vela, pero esta se apagaba… porque se abrían ventanas, una y otra vez. 

Ante ello, Gladys pensó: Esto es un virus. Y se puso un barbijo y decidió subir un cerro cercano ya que tenía una aplicación sin usar. 

Cuando iba subiendo y ya casi llegando a la cima, se encontró con un anciano de larga barba que le dijo: Gladys, ¿qué cuento es éste?  ….Me he perdido…. se lamentó el anciano.

Entonces Gladys enigmáticamente le dijo: Error 404. 

Y se apagó.

………….

Un sábado a la mañana Fredy iba al centro a comprar unos auriculares. Johanna volvía a su casa luego de tomar un café sola. Julio fue a cargar nafta a su Ford Focus. En la esquina de Garibaldi y San Martin de Ciudad, Esteban se detuvo a escuchar a una mujer que ejecutaba un violín. Justo en ese momento, se paró un taxi en la plaza Independencia de Ciudad y se bajó Aníbal, que iba frente a la Legislatura. 

Ninguna de estas personas se conocían, aunque todos se apellidaban Perez.

Este verdadero hallazgo, generó una serie televisiva de seis temporadas. 

El misterio estuvo a punto de resolverse al término de la primera, pero algo hizo que durara 5 temporadas más.

Es que era apasionante ir viendo capítulo tras capítulo, como Freddy iba al centro a comprar unos auriculares, aunque era sordo. Johanna volvía a su casa, pero no de tomar un café, sino una birra roja con amigas. Julio no le había echado nafta a su Ford Focus, porque su auto era gasolero. En la esquina de Garibaldi y San Martin de Ciudad, Esteban no se detuvo a escuchar a una mujer que ejecutaba un violín, sino en una vidriera junto a ella. Y que del taxi que paró en la plaza Independencia de Ciudad, no se bajó Aníbal, sino el chofer a comprar fasos frente a la Legislatura. 

Qué bella trama !!

Todo el mundo se preguntaba si habría precuela, o secuela, o en fin, algo. Algo que les produjese ansiedad. Sólo se calmaron (un poco) cuando se enteraron que la séptima temporada ya tenían fecha de estreno. Abril de 2044.    

………..

Había una vez un destornillador de un mecánico de heladeras.

Y además, había un sello de un Inspector. 

Como lo dos no sabían qué tenían que hacer, ni por qué se los mencionaba en este cuento, decidieron llamar a la AFIP. 

Llamaron varias veces y siempre daba ocupado. Entonces dijeron al unísono: Che… ¿y si evadimos?

Y así lo hicieron…. durante años. Y fueron felices. 

Hasta que apareció Sen Tren. 

Sen Tren tenía dos látigos, el de la Verdad y el de la Ética en Gel… pero no usaba ninguno de los dos porque siempre se los olvidaba en la mesa del televisor.

Sen Tren les dijo, a ambos con voz de trueno: Uds. han estado preguntando por la AFIP… Idos y volved luego de la vendimia. No es tiempo de herramientas, sino de frutos de carozo.

Fue así que el destornillador y el sello del Inspector asustados, se separaron, cada uno corriendo por su lado en una calle de doble sentido de marcha. 

O sea, perdieron el sentido común.

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Cuerpo y Cabeza parecían dos personas, pero eran una. 

Durante una Semana Santa se les ocurrió dar vuelta una Página de Vida. Ambos tenían experiencia en tropezar con la misma piedra, así es que, esto, sería pan comido. 

Eso sí, la página era enorme, estaba escrita y pesaba más de una tonelada. Tenía muchos párrafos manuscritos, llenos de verbos y adjetivos traídos de Iquique.

Cabeza pensó: Usaremos un malacate manual, y le dijo a Cuerpo: Llámalo al Tío Gordo, él tiene una espumadera. Pero cuando Cuerpo lo quiso llamar, su celu se había quedado sin batería. 

Entonces la Página de Vida comenzó a reír. Y como tenía una risa muy contagiosa todo el pueblo empezó a reír. Venían pobladores de otros pueblos a reírse -a bajo precio- todo un fin de semana. 

Esto fastidió mucho a Cabeza y Cuerpo, y pensaron: …¿cómo vamos a dar vuelta la página ahora? ¿Quién nos ayudará? 

Cuerpo sentía voces (ya desde 1987), entonces escuchó una voz con toda nitidez: Llamen a los bomberos de Godoy Cruz o al cura párroco de Nietzsche para que venga ya !!…

En eso, de repente, empezó a correr un fuerte Viento del Sur, algo esquinado, más bien Sureste; y sopló y sopló, y se llevó todos los párrafos de la Página de Vida. La página quedó en blanco. Salvo una palabra manuscrita que no se despegó.

Puchi.

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Dicen que fue un fin de mes en que la Porota Coquimbito redactó su Proyecto de Ley. Lo hizo en sánscrito, idioma que no dominaba, pero, si se lo dictaban las corporaciones, sí. 

El Proyecto de Ley habría tenido 32 artículos (algunos eran para llevar y otros ya estaban vencidos, pero los dejaban a mitad de precio). 

Lo más interesante de la Ley era que prohibía de una vez por todas a las selfis, estimulando a los mendocinos a sacar fotos distintas, diversas, otras. Era el momento de terminar con el narcisismo. 

Pero luego se supo que hubo un fuerte lobby del Colegio de Psicólogas y Psicólogos de Mendoza, por lo que se transó que en las fotografías uno podía estar fuera de foco, pero mantener el encuadre, era importante.  

Finalmente, la ley se aprobó y aplicó durante quince minutos, y al producirse el cambio de gobierno fue derogada por otra norma que fue conocida por años como la Ley Espejo (“si no salgo en la foto no existo”).

Esta narrativa de autor anónimo, nos entrega una generosa moraleja: el otoño en Mendoza es muy lindo, porque las selfies no se amarillentan; aunque tapan las acequias, porque caen de a miles.

……………

Cierto día un ganso de campo se transformó en un jarrón de cerámica. Luego de un tiempo, y como la gente del pueblo no podía entender la fábula, fue olvidado.

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[ivanreydereyes]

Ayer..tras enterarme que hay un RECUERDO al 11_M y a las VICTIMAS DEL TERRORISMO EN GENERAL en LA LOSA [algo imposible de SOSTENER O LEVANTAR] o el pueblo SEGOVIANO de GONZAVENTURAS junto a LOS ANGELES DE SAN RAFAEL [=Tragedia de JESUS GIL q cuando era presidente suspendieron conciertos de GUNS N ROSES y GENESIS por riesgo de DERRUMBE del Estadio del MANZANA+eRES y elimino la CANTERA del ATLETICO de MADRID lo que hizo que RAUL pasara al REAL MADRID donde fue el q más jugo aunque en 16 años nunca ganó COPA DEL REY como si hicieron el año antes y año después o 2011 en el q VIRGINIA MAESTRO canto en la FAN ZONE de REAL MADRID stand by me q versiono para la eléctrica IBERDROLA en la q se metio FLORENTINO PEREZ y que vendió sus activos a MEXICO a precio de puta barata y que es rival de ENDESA donde trabajo su hermana ANGELA]..donde hace las PRETEMPORADAS el ATLETICO de MADRID]..vi en su Instagram su resumen de cuando visito en Camper los PUEBLOS MAS BONITOS DE ESPAÑA y dijo que LERMA [cantante mallorquina de nombre VICTORIA a la q descubri por mi 51 cumple en el BUHO REAL donde actuara 30_dic y encontrándome 1/2 tarta de CHOCOLATE pastelerías MALLORCA encima de un armario eléctrico con un cartel del documental de Joaquín SABINA "Sintiéndolo mucho" en la plaza de ALONSO MARTINEZ junto a la cual un ARBOL mató a una Catalana de 23 años hace unas semanas delante de sus padres y que trabajaba en Alcobendas donde nacieron las Hermanas CRUZ o lo q me parece que es la mujer para el hombre en esta Civilización SATANICA]..le decepcionó excepto un Mirador o un precipicio junto al CONVENTO al que está ABSCRITO el de la AGUILERA [=mi abuela] al que Luis Alberto SALAZAR_SIMPSON [su hermana FELICIDAD enviudo repentinamente de RAMON "RATO" hermano del encarcelado RODRIGO RATO ex director del FMI y vicepresidente economico de AZNAR por la corrupcion en BANKIA o privatizado CAJA MADRID]..dono 3 millones de € para su ampliación de los q recibió por cesar como presidente de AUNA y a cuyo hijo GONZALO conocí en TELEFONICA SERVICIOS AUDIOVISUALES haciéndose luego productor DE CINE con "NO HABRA PAZ PARA LOS MALVADOS" sobre terrorismo yihadista con José CORONADO como SANTOS TRINIDAD al que le dio un infarto representando en el teatro ESPAÑOL " ushuaia: la ciudad del fin del mundo" al día siguiente de cruzarme x delante o en la plaza de SANTA ANA con la PROCESION DEL CRISTO CAUTIVO de la SEMANA SANTA 2017

Por cierto..yo estuve en LERMA en 2021 cuando visite en HARLEY LOGRo+cOÑO, BURGOS [donde nació ALBA B_ALBA_S a la q conocí en LA ESQUINA DEL ROWLAND=cd de HOMBRES G tras cd RESURRECION..tras salvar a la suicida del Puente de VENTAS y ver al día siguiente a HOMBRES G x las FIESTAS VIRGEN DE LOS ANGELES de 2013 en Getafe] y DARSENAS REALES

[ivanreycristo]

..x cierto..Este era yo hoy hace 11 años [31_5_12] en CANNES [dedicado al 50 aniversario del SUICIDIO de MARILYN MONROE=SUICIDE BLONDE de cd X de INXS dedicada a KYLIE MINOGUE]..donde fui xq KYLIE MINOGUE estrenaba HOLY MOTORS [a cuyo directo LEOS CARAX cuando firmaba le dije VAYA CARA jaja] donde se suicida y a donde llegue 22_5_12 día q murió MARIA DE LOS ANGELES SANDOVAL alias PITINA la mujer de FLORENTINO PEREZ con 62 años o 30 años menos q su madre SOL_EDAD pues llame a su sobrino EDUARDO SACRISTAN PEREZ para ir junto a GLORIA LLANOS [cuya hermana SILVIA es LUNA en LUCIA Y EL SEXO protagonizada x sevillana PAZ VEGA tras debutar en NADIE CONOCE A NADIE ambientada en la SEMANA Santa sevillana del 99 que acaba diciendo Eduardo NORIEGA q EL DEMONIO ESTA EN LA VIRGEN xq un TERRORISTA esta con una BOMBA dentro de ella en un PASO DE SEMANA SANTA] a la FERIA DE ABRIL'04 y estaba en el TANATORIO x su abuela SOL_EDAD

[gabriellaperezhere]

Meet: Gabi

Face Claim: Becky G

General Info

Name: Gabriella Rosita Perez

Nickname(s): Gab, Gabi, Rosie (if you're close enough to know her middle name)

Age: 25

Birthday: February 14th

Species: Mutant

Abilities: Tactile Telepathy and Smoke Manipulation

Gender/Pronouns: Female/ She/Her

Occupation: Dancer/Entertainer at Angel's

Mutation

Ability: Gabriella has the ability to influence others and/or their thoughts, feelings, or emotions. She can do this in two different ways.

Through touch: If she touches a person (or multiple people), the influence is instant and only affects the person (or people) she's in contact with. If she doesn't maintain physical contact with the person (or people), the effect will wear off after some time.

Through smoke: Gabriella has the ability to create and manipulate a cloud of smoke, which works similarly to her tactile telepathy. It will affect and influence anyone who comes into contact with it, but its effect is gradual. Anyone affected may experience a "high" before Gabi's influence takes hold. The area of effect can be indefinite as long as Gabriella is emitting the smoke.

Family

Mother: Unknown

Father: Manuel Jose Perez (deceased)

Grandmother: Rosa Perez (deceased)

Bio

Gabriella was born in Los Angeles, California, and raised by her father, Manny, and paternal grandmother, Rosa. She never knew her mother, only being told by her grandmother that she ran off with half of her father's net worth, never to be seen or heard from again.

Gabi was never bothered by this knowledge. In fact, Gabi didn't think about her mother much, if at all. She was perfectly happy with her dad and abuela.

When Gabi was nine, Rosa passed away in her sleep. It was her first experience with death, and while it did hit her hard, it seemed to hit her father harder. Though Manny tried to be strong for his daughter, Gabi could often hear him crying when she was supposed to be asleep.

Manny worked as a head chef in a friend's restaurant, and the funeral expenses coupled with the bills they already had meant more hours at work. Therefore, Gabi was often left to her own devices. She was generally a good kid, never getting into trouble, and she and her father lived a mostly quiet, but happy life.

When Gabi was fourteen, her mutation manifested. She had wanted to surprise her dad for his birthday by meeting him at the end of his shift. It was late and dark, and she ended up being followed by a group of kids a few years older than her. They began harassing her, and the stress of the situation activated her latent mutant abilities. Clouds of smoke began rolling off of her, and the kids ended up running away before whatever was happening could affect them. When the ordeal was over, the smoke disappeared, leaving Gabi confused but intrigued. She never told her father about what happened (though he reprimanded her for walking at night anyway).

Gabi used the time she spent alone to research more about mutants, mutations, and how to work with them. She discovered how her powers work by putting herself in various situations and seeing what would happen.

Her journey to self-discovery was halted when her father got sick when she was nineteen. The illness caused Manny to be unable to work, so Gabi took over for him at his job. She took care of him until his untimely death when she was twenty-one.

With the two people she loved most in the world gone, Gabi left California. She made her way to New York with the original intent of attending Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. She met Angel by chance after getting lost and ending up in the woman's strip club. Entranced by the atmosphere, she ended up applying to work there after getting settled in a small studio apartment.

Fun Facts

Gabi graduated from high school with a 4.2 GPA.

She never told her father that she was a mutant, but part of her suspects that he knew anyway.

She would use her ability to make Manny's pain bearable by making him "dream" (hallucinate) or by simply putting him to sleep.

She sometimes uses her power at work. She can make people feel like they're indulging in whatever fantasy it is they have.

She's one of the youngest dancers at Angel's club.

She doesn't strip.

She has gone with Angel to pole lessons before. (She actually likes pole dancing)

[threshergm]

While not purely an OC, my interpretation of Talia Perez has had to fill in enough gaps from the show that I feel she somewhat qualifies; and the people surrounding her in her life definitely qualify.

Talia is a Marine Reservist. Her father was a Longsword WSO, died in action against the Covenant when she was just 10 years old. Her mother, resentful of having Talia so young, skipped town. She was taken in by her grandparents; Abuela Manuela and Abuelo Raul. Raul is a retired Navy man, ironically with the rank of Master Chief Petty Officer, and now runs a trucking company.

Talia met the love of her life at the private Catholic school she attended; a poor kid from Manassas named Alex. She fell for him when she saw the way he cared for his three siblings; already the man of the house at just 15, supporting his mom while she worked two jobs to make ends meet.

Talia noticed he was cutting lunches so his siblings would have something to take home for dinner, so she started bringing leftovers from home and leaving them in his locker. When he caught her, she confessed her love for him, and they were inseparable after that.

More at the link below!

Does anyone have halo ocs they want to ramble about? I love readying profiles on ocs it's like hey how does your little guy's brain work?? I want to know!

[micrathene-w]

She offers tea or lemonade, but I turn down both - at least for now.

"Now tell me, Kenzie cariña, what really brings you down to Selvadorada?" she asks. With her eyes sharp on my face, I can't lie to her; even trying to hedge my explanations will be difficult.

"I had some time off still before I had to go back to work," I begin, "and, well honestly I needed a change of scenery, Abuela. You can't get much different from San Myshuno than this, after all."

She still stares at me intently. "Annnnd...?" she drawls. I can practically see the neon sign over her head: INSERT CONFESSION HERE.

[uniquetyphoonmiracle]

Lo mejor que podéis hacer en vez de TODO ESTO [solo falta que me ASESINEIS si PODEIS]..o de que desde los EEUU entren en mi cuenta de BBVA que me depositen al menos los 3 millones de € que dono a las MONJAS CLARISAS para que ampliarán su convento de la AGUILERA [=apellido de mi abuela con estigma de la CRUZ DE CARAVACA , cantante NEW YORKINA de nombre CRISTINA y cantante de la TORMENTA , ACTRIZ de nombre MARIA ANGELES que me encontré en LA BARDEMCILLA o bar de la familia BARDEM que CERRO echando a sus trabajadores cuando por una puta película cobra varias veces más que todos ellos..al que me llevo el SOBRINO DE FLORENTINO PEREZ o jugador del ATLETI Y TENERIFE de nombre CARLOS que abrió el BOQUETE en el 0 a 3 del TENER_I_FE al REAL MADRID en el BERNABEU en COPA DEL REY tras las 2 TRAGEDIAS en SANTA CRUZ o de perder 2 ligas consecutivas en ULTIMO PARTIDO..y tras marcar Gol se santiguo de rodillas y antes de empezar el partido entrevistaron al entrenador de REAL MADRID Benito FLORO que DIJO QUE HABER SI HABIA SUERTE.. y les puso un Psicólogo aunque fue grabado CAGANDOSE EN DIOS a través de la pared del vestuario en LLEIDA al increpar en el descanso a los JUGADORES culpandoles de la DERROTA Y PARTE DE LA DEUDA DE REAL MADRID y de LOS LAMENTOS O DECEPCIONES de sus AFICIONONADOS QUE LO PONEN TODO así como dijo que CON EL PITO NOS LOS FOLLAMOS al LLEIDA]..LUIS ALBERTO SALAZAR_SIMPSON de su indemnización por cesar como presidente de AUNA [donde se encuadrada AMENA donde hice una prueba porque mi padre le escribió ya que fue su presidente en PESA ELECTRONICA tras ser gobernador de VIZCAYA en los Años DUROS de ETA] y cuyo hijo GONZALO lo conocí en TELEFONICA SERVICIOS AUDIOVISUALES haciéndose luego productor de cine con NO HABRA PAZ PARA LOS MALVADOS con José CORONADO [al que dio un INFARTO cuando representaba en El Teatro ESPAÑOL "USHUAIA: LA CIUDAD DEL FIN DEL MUNDO" donde estuve en feb. 2020..tras pasar el día antes por delante o en plaza SANTA ANA viendo la procesión del CRISTO CAUTIVO de la Semana Santa de 2017]..como SANTOS TRINIDAD y a cuyo estreno fue el malogrado JORDI MESTRE [único reportero de SE LO QUE HICISTEIS] posando junto al CARTEL de de la pelicula EL SUEÑO DE IVAN sobre fútbol INFANTIL bajo el de NO HABRA PAZ PARA LOS MALVADOS

La millonaria generosidad de Salazar-Simpson con la monja milagro de las Clarisas