#consuelo velázquez

[aschenblumen]

Dave Brubeck, «Bésame mucho» en On Time. Sobre la icónica «Bésame mucho» de Consuelo Velázquez.

[roostro]

markAIplier Attempts To Sing "Bésame Mucho", But It's The Vietnamese Version

[xcherryerim]

Mexican Mike Headcanons

tw: light Death mentions (of his mom and garret) / smut headcanons at the end (gn!reader)

— Mike is a quarter Mexicans from his dad side

— Probably biased asf but he’s norteño

— Mike’s dad is a truck driver. When his dad needed to drive to Mexico Mr. Schmidt made sure to comeback home with Mike’s and Garret’s favorite candies.

— His favorite candies are Bocadin, Duvalin and Chokis.

— The only reason Mike kept getting hired after his awful track record is because he can somewhat speak spanish.

— After Mike lost his family (except for Abby) he didn’t really practice any more traditions like he used to do but, after moving to his now current place (which is mainly for lower class and immigrant families. This is canon in the book btw)

His neighbor which happens to be a 42 year old single mom, decided to help him in subtle ways like cooking meals from time to time for him and Abby. She even invites them to some family gatherings (carne asadas, birthday parties etc) as well.

— The lady always tries to set Mike up with her oldest daughter tho

— Every time winter approaches Mike eats tamales and arroz con leche excessively.

— Mike snacks in peanuts which is SO SPECIFIC but mexican dads always snack on cacahuates. (He’s entering his dilf era)

— After reconnecting with his roots a bit because of his neighbor, he tries to practice more traditions specially Día de los muertos (day of the death). He’s not really a religious person, but he always prays for his mom and garret to be at peace wherever they are.

— If you think Mike speaks quietly, wait for him to speak in spanish. His voice is softer too but that’s only because he gets self conscious when he’s talking to people that only / mainly speaks spanish.

— Mike dosent really mix english and spanish when he speaks unless he’s angry.

— He dosent really curse but when he does is in Spanish. He calls himself “pendejo” (dumbass) a lot.

Headcanons with his partner (+18)🫶🏻

— Mike says he has two left feet but, just give him a bit of alcohol and a slow song and he’ll dance good.

Just imagine dancing to bachata while Mike wears a dumb yet charming drunk smirk as he whispers into your ear the lyrics.

“¿Qué dirías si esta noche te seduzco en mi coche?Que se empañen los vidrios y la regla es que goces. / What do you say if I seduce you in my car? fog up the windows and the rule is for you to enjoy.”

— Mike wouldn’t really use spanish pet names unless he’s trying to get something out of you. “Cariño” and “Amor” are his main ones (and that mf says them slowly to tease the fuck out of you.)

— One time while you two where fucking, he leaned, bitting and sucking on your neck as he praised the fuck out of you in spanish and you swore when he used his raspy voice mixed with his light accent, that was already enough to make you climax.

— After he realized this, however, he tried to only speak to you in spanish for a week to purposely turn you on.

— This man, is a gift giver. He would literally give you a ramo buchón with a big ass bear for no reason.

— Mike mainly calls you his spouse / wife / husband sometimes he also says it in spanish as well. “Mi cónyuge / esposa / esposo”

(But don’t do it to him or he’ll actually plan out the whole wedding in one sitting)

a few of his favorite music in spanish:

[cajon-desastre]

Kiss me, kiss me a lot As if tonight were the last time Kiss me, kiss me a lot I'm afraid of losing you, losing you later.

Consuelo Velázquez. Bésame mucho

[oph3liatlou]

— TWO YEARS

pairing(s); laredo!javier pena x bestfriend!female reader

warnings; suggestive content, kissing, smoking, light swearing, pet names in spanish.

word count; 1,372

proofread?; yess.

note from author; THE SPANISH I CAN FINALLY USE!!!

summary; childhood friends reunited after javier's posting in columbia.

The days were long. He’d been working his ass off at his old man’s ranch for the past two days, to get his mind off the DEA and his suspension. He had been exchanging information with Los Pepes, in an attempt to get a lead on Escobar, shame, he got found out.

He ran a hand through his sweat-slicked, chestnut hair, his dark eyes flickering up at the blazing, Laredo sun. He thumbed at the corner of his moustache, before his hand dropped to his side, a marlboro hung from his lips.

“Fuck.”

You rolled your eyes as you wiped the sweat away from your forehead, trying to keep from showing just how hot you really were. You kept staring up at the sun, the sun in Texas could be brutal, especially at this time of the year. You took a drag from your cigarette, letting out a long sigh as you looked at the ground. "Damn, this is hot." You muttered to yourself.

Javi couldn’t help but notice, your pretty pout, pouting as you pulled on your cigarette. He flicked his cigarette away, and wandered over towards you. His broad shoulders and strong, muscular arms made him appear even more formidable than most.

“Yeah it is.” Javi muttered, glancing down at the red dirt, and then back up to you, his dark eyebrows shifting, and his mouth curling into a wry smirk.

You watched him as he walked over to you, a faint smell of sweat and tobacco reaching her nostrils as she took in his appearance. He'd changed since the two of you had last seen each other, your best friend who you'd grown up with had grown into a very attractive man. Even with the scowl of his lips and the seriousness of his expression, you thought him to be very handsome. "Two years", You muttered quietly, "a lot changes in two years."

“Yep.” Javi concurred, softly. His eyes ran over her body, as you stood there, the smoke drifting upwards. “I see you’ve grown up.” He smirked, reaching over and tucking a piece of hair out of your face. His face suddenly, changed, and he looked at you, with a mixture of longing, desire, and something else. He had missed you.

You felt your heart beat a little faster when he smirked at you, when he tucked the piece of hair out of your face and looked at you with an almost hungry gaze, you could feel your insides tingle. You didn't hate him, not in the slightest, but you also didn't know if it was a good idea to give in to your own desires. You were still hurt over the way he'd left two years ago, and you didn't want to get sucked in again only to have him break your heart...like he did when you both were kids.

He wanted to feel you, taste her, but damn, he was on some suspension bullshit, and his past still haunted him. Why now? Was it bad timing, or? Could he afford to let you in once more? He looked away from you, his back to the glaring sun as he inhaled his cigarette.

“Got a lot to tell you, and- to apologize for. It’s been two years- but…” He trailed off, exhaling smoke, before the question escaped him. “Why’re you still here?”

You sighed as you took another drag from your own cigarette, the heat of the sun beating down on you made your skin shine with sweat. You thought about his question, it was a fair question, why were you still here? Two years ago, you would've packed up and went with him in a heartbeat but now things were different, you had changed and grown up without him.

"I could ask you the same thing", You said softly, looking away from him. Your eyes darted to your cigarette, you smoked it down to the butt before finally extinguishing it.

He’d expected a lot of things, but not that. He’d expected to see you, sure. Maybe even to have a shot at redemption, hell you've known each other all your lives, and you was beautiful. You'd grown up alright, it was almost as if he was looking at a completely different woman.

“I…” He began, taking a drag of the cigarette, and sighing softly, before exhaling. “I’m just trying to get away from everything.”

You took in his answer, it was a good answer, and it also made you curious. As his best friend, you thought you knew everything about him, but the truth was, you didn't. You hadn't seen him in two years, and you didn't know the half of what he was going through now. You let your gaze roam over his features as you mulled over her next question.

"From everything?" You asked softly, taking a small step closer to him, a look of curiosity flitting across your face.

“Mhmm.” He nodded, taking in another drag, he looked to you with an unreadable expression. His dark eyes, roaming over your face, but his lips pursed, as if he was debating on whether he should reveal what was bothering him. He wasn’t the type to share his feelings.

“The world’s kinda been shitty for the past couple months- so, figured coming home was better than facing- well, everything.”

Your eyes narrowed as you took in his answer, that was a bit of a non-answer. There was more going through his head, you could see that on his face, but then again, that's the way he always was. He wasn't one to go all emotional, even though he was definitely feeling emotions right now, the way he kept looking at you told you that.

"And there isn't something else that has you on edge?" You asked softly, moving a little bit closer to him.

“What do you mean?” He asked, genuinely not knowing where you was going with this line of questioning. Were you trying to get something out of him? If so, he wasn’t about to give it up willingly. You were the one he’d been avoiding, after all.

“I mean, there’s- well the suspension, which has me pretty riled up, but besides that, there’s nothing..." He paused. "But besides that, there's nothing."

You shrugged. "I mean coming back here…seeing me after-" You inhaled deeply but didn't finish your sentence. He knew what you were talking about. Your breakup before he left.

“Yeah.” He groaned, letting out a sigh as he rubbed his brow. That had been what you'd been alluding to, and damn this was awkward. His eyes met yours, and he looked away quickly.

Javier couldn’t help it. It was stupid. But he had a chance with you, he could see it now, even if he did keep telling himself he didn’t deserve you. He exhaled smoke, his mouth curling into a sardonic smirk.

"I would've come with you," You paused. "To Columbia- if you had asked." But he hadn't, even though you had been together for 3 years.

“Yeah well…” He sighed, looking down, his hands in his pockets, as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I was- I am a dumbass. I just thought-“ He huffed, and rolled his eyes. “I don’t even know, honestly. But look, cariño, I’m sorry alright- I was a complete idiot.”

Him speaking Spanish always melted you on the inside. Your legs felt like Jell-O when he stepped closer to you. Dear. You sighed, your voice was softer now. "You still are, Javi." You partially teased.

He smirked, “Yeah? How so?” He asked, his voice as smooth as smooth as velvet.

He took another drag from his cigarette, his eyes trailing over your body, lingering on the curves of your hips- his mouth curling into a small smirk, “Cariño~.”

You smirked. "Well, let's see…" You let your voice trail in suspense. "You still haven't kissed me yet." You crinkled my nose. "I'd say you're slacking."

With that, it was all over. He couldn’t help himself- he reached forward, his hand holding your chin, and he kissed you deeply and passionately, his lips soft and pliant against yours.

It was what you wanted. It was what you needed.

You both needed it.

To reunite.

[crowandmousewritingco]

Pre-Breakfast Treat

Pairing: sub!Javi Gutierrez x trans!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Rating: P (for porn)

Author: Mod Crow

Author's Note: It's been one hell of a long day

Masterlist

Warnings: Language, use of pet names (daddy, puppy (in English and Spanish). MDNI 18+

Rolling over, you reach out, throwing your arm over the now empty spot. Peeling your eyes open, you scan the bed, looking for Javi. After scanning your bedroom, you noticed a lack of him around. But then you noticed the smell of coffee and something sweet, a baked good maybe. Then there was a new smell, one that you recognized anywhere, hot chocolate. Smiling softly, you stretched, shaking slightly as a yawn tore through your body. 

Throwing your legs over the edge of the bed, you rub your eyes, sighing softly as you roll your head, in an attempt to pop your neck. When nothing popped, you pushed yourself up off the bed. Heading for the cracked bedroom door, without paying much mind, you snagged a discarded shirt off the floor and slid it on. The familiar scent hitting your nose with a soothing sensation. Walking down the relatively quiet hall, the smell of the breakfast awaiting you, growing stronger, making your stomach growl. 

Once you reached the top of the rather grand stairs, you could faintly hear Javi, softly humming a song you didn’t recognize. Tiptoeing down the stairs, you listened to Javi hum. It wasn’t till you reached the bottom of the steps, that you realized that the humming wasn’t actually humming, Javi was singing softly to himself. Rounding the wall to the kitchen you stop and quietly watch him, the way he sways softly to the song he’s singing to himself.

“Bésame, bésame mucho. Como si fuera esta noche la última vez. Bésame mucho. Que tengo miedo perderte, perderte otra vez.” As Javi came to a stop in his singing, you watched him turn around with two mugs of what looked like hot chocolate. Hearing the soft thud of the mugs being sat down, you smile softly. 

“Well buenos días, to you handsome. What were you singing just now? I don’t think I’ve heard that one before.” Your voice startled him just enough to make him jump slightly. Walking into the kitchen, you look over the small assortment of foods; most of which were fresh fruits. 

“Buenos días. You can’t go around scaring me like that, you’re going para matarme un día de estos amor.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at Javi’s words. Over the five years of knowing each other and two of dating, you had picked up a lot of Spanish from listening, the other bits you learned through learning the language. “That song, my mom used to sing it while she cleaned around nuestra casa. It’s this vieja canción called “Bésame Mucho” by Consuelo Velázquez.” You could see Javi’s crooked smile grow across his face. That simple thing, making you smile as well. 

“I can’t say I’ve heard that one, you’ll have to show it to me sometime Jav.” Your eyes drifted from his, down his bare chest, till they refocused on the tray that he had been putting together. “Oh! Whatcha make?” Your eyes scan over the foods, only two of which you could put a name to. The hot chocolate and the churros. “I thought churros were a snack like dessert food. Were you just craving something sweet?” You look back to Javi’s, a soft smirk growing on your face as you rounded the island counter corner. Standing next to him, you pressed into his slightly taller frame, arms snaking around his waist. 

“You know, if you wanted something sweet, you could have had breakfast in bed.” You look up at him. You could see the confusion wash over his face though it was short lived. You watched as his tanned face grew redder and redder. Pulling away from Javi’s waist, you rested your hands on your hips.

“Aww is mi dulce cachorrito, all flustered?” You teased as you gently grabbed a hold of Javi’s chin, thumb resting just below his lips. 

“I-I wanted to do something agradable para su papi.” The smirk growing more devilish after Javi said that one pet name. 

“What you did is super nice mi cachorrito. So I think a certain puppy deserves a treat.” Sliding your hand up Javi’s jaw, you dip your thumb under his chin, running it gently down his throat. Once your hand came to a stop, fingers resting behind Javi’s ear with your thumb resting on his sideburn, you asked. “What do you think? Should you get a treat?” Without opening his mouth, Javi hummed a ‘yes’ and gently nodded as well. 

“Okay cachorrito, I know just what treat you should get.” Taking your hand from Javi’s face, you drop it, grabbing his hand. Intertwining your fingers together, you gently pulled him behind you to the living room. Once in the living room, you led Javi to the couch where you gently pushed him onto it. Javi obediently fell onto the cushions gazing up at you with curiosity. Standing in front of Javi, you gazed down at him. You reached out to him, raking your fingers through his soft hair.  The attention making Javi hum out happily. 

“What is mi presente papi?” Javi asked, staring up at you with his sweet brown eyes. You could see the hints of excitement evident on his soft features. 

“It’s a little…think of it as a little appetizer.” Retracting your hand from Javi’s hair, you reached for the hem of the shirt. Pulling it off teasingly slow, you sway your hips slightly, humming absentmindedly. Tossing the clothing aside, you reached for the hems of your boxers. Shimming out of the material, you look back to Javi, who was now sitting almost in awe, an evident tent growing his own boxers. 

“Aww does my cachorrito need help with something?” Watching Javi nod eagerly made you reach out and comb your fingers through his hair soothingly. “Okay cachorrito, are you ready for your caramelo?” You keep combing through his hair, stopping at the back of head giving it a soft scratch. 

“Sí, por favor papi.” Javi pleaded softly. You couldn’t help but smirk. You had Javi right where you liked him. Brian in such a state of need that he could no longer coherently translate so he wasn’t even trying. 

“Okay, slide off the couch onto your knees for me.” Maintaining eye contact, you watched as Javi obediently did exactly as you said. “Good boy. Now, let me see that pretty tongue of yours.” From your position you see Javi palming himself through his boxers. Tsking him, you stop your combing at the back of his head, you grip a fist of his hair, causing him to gasp out moan. 

“Puppy…You forgot to ask for permission. I don’t think you deserve your treat anymore.” You watched his hand shoot away from his leaking cock and tuck both hands behind his back.

“¡No! Por favor. I-I’m sorry, please don’t. Seré un buen chico, lo prometo.” Not only could you hear him beg, you could practically see the begging on his face.

“Okay baby, but you’re not allowed to touch yourself. Understood?” You tighten your fingers  on Javi's hair for a moment before loosening your grip. 

“Sí.” You felt Javi nod his head fervently, despite the hold you had on it.

“Okay, but there is no second chance after this baby. If it happens again then you know what your punishment is.” You felt him nod again, this time, it was slow and lethargic. “Let me see that pretty tongue again, cachorrito.” Javi instantly obeyed your demand, earning a soft hum of approval. 

Letting go of Javi’s hair, you cup the back of his head. Propping you right foot up on the couch, you -kind of awkwardly- move yourself just a bit closer. Now standing over him with a foot on the couch behind him, you gently pull his head closer to your pulsing dick and needy hole. Feeling the pad of his tongue press against you causes you to relax and groan out happily. You start with gentle grinding at first, but your need for more friction quickly takes over your actions. Looking up, you drop your head back as you moan out an expletive. Hearing your response, you hear Javi groan. Gripping the back of Javi’s head, you press yourself against his mouth harder, speeding up your grinding. 

“Fuck cachorrito, your tongue feels so good. If you can make daddy cum without using those wonderful hands of yours,” Your sentence getting cut off but a moaned curse, “I might let you cum dentro de mí.” Lifting your head, you look down at Javi again. Nodding against you, you feel his nose nudging your dick every so often. Gripping his hair -and with a loud moan from the man beneath you- you raise his head just enough so that his nose was practically rubbing your dick. Feeling that all too familiar knot in the pit of your belly growing tighter, you essentially bury his face. 

“Fuck baby boy, I-I’m gonna…ah…I’m gonna-” Before you could finish your words, you feel the knot in your stomach snap, causing your grinding to turn into jerky thrusts. Shooting your head back and eyes squeezed shut, you moan out Javi’s name. Riding your high out on Javi’s tongue, you feel yourself come back to after what felt like an eternity. The first thing you noticed were the moans and whines from the man below you. 

Opening your eyes, you blink a few times, willing your eyes to focus on something. Once focused you look down to Javi, his eyes squeezed shut. Pulling away from his face, his eyes lull open. Dropping your eyes from his euphoric painted face, you look to the new dark spot that has formed. Taking your foot off the couch, you crouch next to Javi while combing through his hair. 

Now at eye level with Javi, you watch his eyes lazily follow you down, the blissed out face relaxing into a tired smile. Smiling back, you dig his hands out from behind his back and help him to his feet. Pulling off his soiled bottoms, you gently guide him to sit on the couch. Planting a soft kiss on the top of his head, you toss the clothes towards the hall that leads to the laundry room. Turning your attention back to Javi, you brush the hair from his face and take a moment to caress his wet cheek. 

“I’ll be right back baby.” Planting one more kiss to his forehead, you turn your attention towards the kitchen. Making your way back to the kitchen, you brighten the light in the living room using the light dimming slide. Stepping into the kitchen you grab a dish towel, you turn toward the small sink that’s hidden away on the inside counter of the island and turn the sink on. Sticking a finger under the falling water, you play around with the knob for a second, finding the perfect temperature. Once finding an acceptable temperature, you soak a corner of the towel. Turning off the knob, you squeeze out the excess water, shaking your hand slightly, getting rid of the dripping water from your hand.

Making your way back to the living room, you grab the tray that Javi had put together for the two of you. Humming the song you had heard him singing earlier, you set the tray on the low sitting coffee table. Cleaning off your hand first, you look at Javi, who has now made himself comfortable, cuddled up with the plush blank that he insisted on keeping on the couch. Chuckling, you make your way so that you can sit next to him. Sitting next to him, you gently reach out and tilt his head so that he is now looking at you.

“Hi baby, let's get you cleaned up yeah?” Feeling him nod slightly against your hand, you smile. Uncrumpling the corner of the rag, you bring it to Javi's face, gently wiping it clean. Folding the corner in on itself you take your hand from his face and pull the blanket down just enough to see his softening cock. Gently taking it in your hand, you feel him jerk with a gasp. Shushing him softly, you quickly -but gently- cleaned him off. Once clean, you toss the wrap towards the clothes you had discarded earlier. 

Gently sitting next to him, you grab the tray and snuggle up against him, resting the tray on your legs. Lifting your arm, you let Javi get comfortable again. Looking at him you couldn’t help but smile; pressing your lips to his forehead, leaving your lips pressed to his forehead for a moment you hum softly before pulling away. 

“I know you meant for us to eat this while fresh, but I know it will still taste amazon bcause you made it.” With you free hand, you pick up a slice of honeydew. Taking a bite you hum in pleasure. “So I recognize the churros and th ehot chocolate, what this other thing?” Taking another bite of the melon you watch him grab the small fried pucks, he offers it to you.

“Yes, this would have been better warm, but it is still good. It wass how mi madre used to make her after mass chorizo and cuajada empanada.” Nodding softly, you open your mouth, allowing him to press the mini empanada to your tongue. Pulling his finger from your mouth, Javi gives you a big smile on his face, dimple and all. Closing your mouth you bite through the still mostly crunchy shell, as the mingled flavors spill into your mouth, you taste it. Resting you head back you hum loud.

“Javi, these are amazing.” Lifting your head you look at Javi, swallowing the on ehad given you. Sitting your melon slice back on the tray, you grab another mini empanada. “Thank you for doing all of this,” You gesture to the food. “For me.” You lean and give him a quick peck on the cheek before popping the small crispy food into your mouth. Hearing him chuckle, you look at him. “What’s so funny?” You playfully pout, chewing the food. 

“I Just thought os something. If you and mi abuela Claudia, she would have loved you.” Hearing him say that makes your smile grow.

“Yeah? You think so?”Swallowing, you grab one of the small glasses of of what looked like orange juice, and brought it to your lips, tilting it to take a drink. Swallowing down the liquid, you notice that it wasn’r orange juice, it was mango juice. “I like the mango juice it’s different.” You press another kiss to Javi’s forehead.

“Sí, abula Claudia loved everyone like her own. She didn’t care who you were, where you came from, or the social group you came from. She was everyone’s abula.” Nodding you turn your head and rest your head on his.

“She sounded wonderful.” You speak in a hushed tone.

“She was.” Javi matched your tone, hand now resting on yours. 

Taking a slow deep breath, you slowly exhale. Relax into the couch and Javi’s steadily raisind and fall chest. Once content and comfortable you cleared your throat.

“So tell me about the churros. I thought those were a sweet treat like food.” Your request making Javi laugh. Laughing yourself, you nudge him playfully. “Hey laughing isn’t funny.” You squeeze Javi into your side for a moment before loosening your hold on him. 

“Normally yes, but these are different. But that’s all I’ll say, try on.” Reaching up he grabs one and dipps it into the hot chocolate. Pulling the churro out, you notice that the hot chocolate is thicker than you were expecting. “The hot chocolate is called, champurrado. It’s thicken hot chocolate.” Bring it closer to your face, you chuckle before take a bite. 

“Holy shit baby. I didn’t know your family was full of chiefs.” You joke, making him laugh. 

“What can I say? I like being full of surprises. Now shush, eat.” Javi nudged you back, making you laugh a bit louder. Playfully raising your hand in surrender, you sigh dramatically.

“Okay party pooper.” Laughing together once more, you sigh before digging into the breakfast.

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[cars3s]

Mexico always seems like the kind of man who's a party animal, indifferent to life’s troubles—or at least, that’s how America perceives his southern neighbor every time he looks his way. The truth is, Mexico is a melancholic soul, especially as that date approaches... that date between the twilight of autumn and the start of winter. November 2nd, the Day of the Dead.

On that day, he withdraws from everything: from his political and economic burdens, and even from those he calls "family." On that day, he cares nothing for America, Spain, or his brothers to the south... it's just him and his solitude. As if performing a sacred ritual, he prepares an offering for the departed: salt, cempasúchil flowers, food, water, candles, pan de muerto, and more. Yet, he never places a photo of any one beloved soul; his offering is a tribute to those forgotten by all others—heroes and villains from his nation's past, the students of '68, Frida, grandmother Maya, grandfather Aztec, Maximiliano de Habsburgo to Malinche, Miguel Hidalgo to Consuelo Velázquez... all who are gone. Mexico sits before the altar, alone in his home, takes a shot of tequila, and strums a tune on his guitar, waiting for her. She is his best friend, Death—not the Grim Reaper, but La Catrina, an elegant lady dressed in 19th-century finery, draped over her bones. He welcomes her like every year. Sometimes they talk, other times he pours her a glass of tequila, or, when she feels especially alone, they dance. It’s always been their ritual, his and Death’s, until dawn breaks on November 3rd.

Then, Mexico puts his mask back on, returning to the carefree, party-loving man he was before, as though that night had never been. But he knows that, again and again, he will find his way back to this labyrinth of solitude, waiting for her.

Every year, again and again, until he too departs.

[t-tomuras]

you see me at my horniest so i don’t have anything to say on anon if anything it would be our selfship with our mutual friends but that’s for later 🤭 rn i want to knowrrrr what songs do you and chosito dance to while home alone?👀 while cooking, while reading, cleaning…

This took me ACTUALLY almost a whole month to answer I’m so sorry. I’m still working over the selfship but I went noncurse AU for this one 🥰

Staying over at his house is fun especially when Yuuji is out, the music varies.

Late in the night, when I’m showing him songs that I would always hear playing loud through the street or teaching him to dance and away when we’re feeling affectionate.

This one with Yuuji and Megumi over just to fill the space even when there’s conversation. But it doesn’t stop me from dancing with him in the kitchen. Grabbing his hand and just finding whatever movement I want for the rhythm

LISTEN YUUJI SHOWS ME THIS and I’m having fun with it and he always listens to my music even if he doesn’t understand it so I thought this was cute but UMUMUM this is just me literally all on top of him in his room I have nothing else to say I am SHY LMAO

This one just for fun tbh, will not stop me from bein raunchy with Choso PFFT and the au thoughts I have Sukuna and Yuuji are twins so I just think of him blasting this after taking over the Spotify (he abuses my family plan tbh 🙄)

[singeratlarge]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Richard Attenborough, Ingrid Bergman, my cousin-in-law Janice Brenneman, Kyle Cook (Matchbox 20), Chris Copping (Procol Harum), Reuben Councill, Charles Finney, Elizabeth Fraser (Cocteau Twins), Diamanda Galás, Elliott Gould, Carla Gugino, Dick Halligan, Fred Holland, Michael Jackson, Nathan Ernie Lashlee, David Lim, John Locke, Tony MacAlpine, Bennie Maupin, John McCain, Sterling Morrison, Me'Shell Ndegéocello, Oasis 1994 DEFINITELY MAYBE album, Mao Oz, Wilhelm Hieronymus Pachelbel, Charlie Parker, Liam Payne (One Direction), Pebbles, Iggy Pop’s 1977 LUST FOR LIFE album, Cliff Richard’s 1958 “Move It!” single, Vivien Thomas, Consuelo Velázquez, Vishal, Dinah Washington, and my friend and early career mentor, composer-keyboardist-trombonist-vocalist Bob Hogins. He made his mark in the 1970s San Francisco music scene, most visibly with Harvey Mandel, Buddy Miles, and Santana. I met Bob after he’d turned his life over to God and devoted himself to classical and contemporary Christian music projects. He compelled me to up my game in musical discipline and expand myself as a bassist and singer.

From 1981-87 I played with Bob almost weekly in an eclectic church worship group. We fanned out into recording, pop-rock musicals, and playing in gospel vocal groups that shared bills with Zoe, a Grateful Dead spin-off w/Donna Godchaux and David MacKay (Ark, Michael Nesmith). As I worked with Bob in various projects, he introduced me to Buddy Miles, Pat Craig (Tazmanian Devils), Frank Souza, Marcus Uzilevsky, and other talents who’d affect my career in varying degrees. I feel indebted to Bob as a talented, warm-hearted musician, and great teacher.

Regrettably I do not have at hand any recordings of work Bob and I did, but here’s one of my favorite tracks that Bob played some sizzling organ on: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_tgfWBHdig ...Meanwhile, HB BH and thank you for your amazing contributions to all of us.

#bobhogins #roberthogins #trombone #keyboard #gospel #Christian #SanFrancisco #johnnyjblair #birthday #carlossantana #buddymiles

[goya-65]

El Gringo dice: - Hola, de donde eres?

El Mexicano responde: - Hola, soy de México

Gringo: - Aahh! La tierra del Chapo Guzmán, los narcos, la marihuana, crimenes y extorsiones.

Mexicano - Disculpe es usted adicto, verdad?

Gringo - No!!! ¿por qué?

Mexicano: -Porque si usted fuera deportista me habría identificado con Ana Guevara, Hugo Sanchez, Julio Cesar Chavez, el Finito López, El chicharito Hernández, el Canelo Alvarez, Rafael Márquez, etc.

Y si usted fuera culto, me habría preguntado sobre las grandes culturas como los Mayas, los Aztecas, los Olmecas, los Chichimecas.

Y si usted hubiera viajado me preguntaría por nuestras ruinas arqueológicas, ciudades coloniales, las grandes megalópolis o nuestras exhuberantes playas, incluso por nuestra biodiversidad de selvas, playas, desiertos o bosques.

Me habría identificado con nuestros grandes pintores, Diego Rivera, Rufino Tamayo, Frida Khalo, José Clemente Orozco, o nuestros compositores: Agustín Lara, Consuelo Velázquez, Armando Manzanero, Juan Gabriel, Jose Alfredo Jimenez, o nuestros escritores y poetas: Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, Juan Rulfo, Octavio Paz, Juan José Arreola, Elena Poniawtoska, Amado Nervo, Jaime Sabines, o nuestros inventores y científicos: Manuel Mondragón, Guillermo González Camarena, Luis Ernesto Miramontes, nuestros cineastas: Ismael Rodríguez, Emilio Fernández, Alfonso Cuarón, Guillermo del Toro, Alejandro González Iñárritu, Emmanuel Lubezki e incluso Luis Buñuel que siendo español adopto la nacionalidad mexicana.

Y si usted fuera un gourmet me habría preguntado por los Tamales, la Cochinita Pibil, el Mole, el Adobo, los chilaquiles, los Chiles en nogada, el Guacamole, el Pan de Muerto, etc. Por nuestras bebidas: el pulque, tequila, mezcal, los vinos y las cervezas.

Sin embargo, veo que solo conoce al proveedor de su adicción!!!

Sólo quiero probarle que México es mucho más de lo que la gente ignorante cree. Que somos muchos mexicanos honestos, que incluso si no nos conoce le abriremos las puertas de nuestra casa y le encantará conocernos y visitarnos, porque Mexico es aún muchísimo más maravilloso de lo que yo pueda contarle!! 🇲🇽

Así que cuidado Extranjero, Lee y conoce para poder Opinar y Calificar !!

🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽

MesPatrio2023 🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽

[importantwomensbirthdays]

Consuelo Velázquez

Pianist and composer Consuelo Velázquez was born in 1916 in Ciudad Guzmán, Mexico. Velázquez is best known for writing the song "Bésame Mucho", which was translated into more than twenty languages, and covered by artists such as The Beatles and Elvis Presley. Her other songs included "Amar y Vivir" and "Verdad Amarga". While "Bésame Mucho" became Velázquez's most successful international hit, she had several more songs become famous in her native Mexico.

Consuelo Velázquez died in 2005 at the age of 88.

[heidi891]

Data’s Happy Ending

…because he definitely deserves it 🥲

I wrote this fanfic some time ago as a way to deal with my late autism diagnosis. It’s written in a way intended to resemble the TV series, with distinct scenes and less subjective POV. It’s also meant to let the reader feel Data’s struggle with emotions.

Data’s dreams come true, even though hardly anything changes.

I love conspiracy theories that try to make sense of some inconsistencies in books, films or TV shows, so I came up with my own theory about Dr Soong and his work. It’s based on the canon material with quotes and examples 😉

I don’t ship Data with any canon character, so I made up my own. I based her on the similarities and differences that Data shares with Spock, discussed by the series a few times. So the OC is also a half-Vulcan, but unlike Spock she grew up on Earth and struggles with her Vulcan side more than her human side.

Summary: A half-Vulcan cyberneticist, who studied dismantled Lore and tried to prove Exocomps were just machines, comes aboard the Enterprise to study Data. Her research reveals unexpected truth about Data’s emotions, and also other secrets concerning his past and Dr Soong's true intentions behind creating androids.

After TNG Season 7, not compliant with the films nor PIC.

Completed.

Relationship: Data x Orginal Female Character

Characters: Data, Original Female Character, Lore

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Data Lives (Star Trek), Data Has No Emotion Chip (Star Trek), Emotional Data (Star Trek), Social Anxiety, Anxiety, Self-Esteem Issues, Autism, Autistic Data (Star Trek), Noonian Soong Critical, Data's Emotion Chip (Star Trek), Adoption, Lal Lives (Star Trek), Happy Ending

Words: 27k+

Songs:

In chapter 7, T'Mal sings Bésame mucho—a famous Mexican song written by Consuelo Velázquez.

In chapters 9 and 10, T'Mal sings Tiny Blue Dot from the cartoon "Ready Jet Go".

[maalru70]

Mario Alberto Ruiz Amar y Vivir autor(Consuelo Velázquez)cover Ac.Mus.Ge...