#efren

[dinolixe]

[neishroom]

Manny's sister, Maria, threw a leisure day cookout and invited immediate family members. The cookout was pretty uneventful... Gabriel met his grandparents, then cried and was generally stressed out cause he has the cautious trait, and then randomly........ Maria goes into labor LMAO

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[pampanope]

The spiritual pair to this lovely piece!

Emile|[REDACTED] belongs to @kings-out-of-pocket-hell ✨

7-11’s been good (mostly), waiting for Red to finish work :3c

[lightgaswaterelectricityrent]

if you vote for me, all of your wildest dreams will come true.

Napoleon Dynamite (2004), dir. Jared Hess

[doodling-doodle]

Distraction

RED11 angst and fluff

feelin very angsty so

@kings-out-of-pocket-hell @pampanope

Warning: Injury, blood, near-death-experience

"Shadow 0-1 to 7-11, how copy?" The voice crackled over comms.

"Solid, Commander."

"Red found our intel. Link back up with us at exfil."

"Yup yup."

"And be careful. The building was not cleared before Red left."

Well great. And he was in the basement, so, even better. Comms were already spotty, the back door was boarded up, he'd be caught if he tried to get out that way. His only way out was the stairs.

He needed to be quiet and quick.

"Where are you, Efren?"

And there was Red.

"Making my way upstairs. Five minutes."

"Timing you."

He rolled his eyes, but couldn't stop the smile on his face as he shook his head.

"Boys, be quiet." Graves said, "Pl-... Hold off-.... comm-... Til w-..."

And cut off again. It was fine, he was getting closer to the stairs, he could get out of there soon.

He just-...

..

Needed to pay more attention.

He felt a tug on his back when he started to walk up the stairs, and he spun around before he fell fully to see a man with a knife in his hand.

He felt a sharp pain in his side. He quickly tried to get the man off of him, getting him to the ground, and he pulled his own knife out to slit the man's throat.

He groaned, looking down at his side to see the knife sticking out of his side.

"F-Fuck..." He mumbled, trying to stand back up but stumbling. He felt the knife moving.

He really tried to get up the stairs, but his leg was going numb. He tried to start crawling, but the knife's handle kept hitting the edge of the stairs. He ended up just pulling it out, but he really should have thought about that before he did. He started bleeding more. The pain just got worse...

"-11, how copy? Where are you now?"

... Red.

He reached up to turn on his radio, "R-Red..."

"Efren?! Where are you?!!"

"Stairs... Stabbed."

"Stay there, I'm coming in!"

He heard Graves in the background before the radio switched off.

"Emile, wait!"

He heard the door being opened again, and Red's voice echoing through the building.

"Efren?! Efren, where are you?!"

He tried to move. The door to the main floor was right there...

"Effy?!!"

Heh... Effy... He loved that nickname.

He wished he could focus more on that than the fact that he was in so much pain.

"E...Emile..."

"Efren!"

He moved again, just slightly. He was pretty sure he was screaming, since Red suddenly appeared at his side.

"Hey, hey, Effy, Effy... I'm here now." Red said, and he felt his mask being pulled off, "I'm here."

Red pulled him into his arms, and he was pretty sure he was being rocked softly. He heard Red calling Graves for med evac, and he felt himself being lifted off the ground.

He must have gone unconscious, because the next thing he knew, he was outside, Red was still cradling him, pleading with him to stay awake.

Then he was in the chopper. There were medics around him. He still heard Red and Graves, but they sounded distant.

Then he was at the med bay. He felt... better. He assumed he got pain meds at that point.

He looked down at himself at some point, and he saw Emile sleeping, his upper half lying on his legs, holding his hand.

He felt himself smile softly, squeezing Emile's hand and closing his eyes again.

However... it seemed like Emile was sleeping lightly, because he suddenly felt a kiss to his forehead, and before falling back asleep, heard his voice.

"You'll be okay, Effy. I got you now."

[t0talbra1nd3ath]

Me: I don't have a favourite, I love all the characters I create equally!

Also me:

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

[acinematicworld]

Behind the scenes of Napoleon Dynamite (2004)

[sweetrottenendings]

"Bleed Me, Need Me"

Efren Dagohoy x GN AFAB!Reader NSF/W

Tags/TWs: Dead Dove, Dubcon (Reader's into it but has Stockholm), Pet Play but only like a single nickname, Blood, Biting, Mention of ripping out flesh, idk he's just a freak

738 words

I've NEVER written smut in my whole life but I've been SOOO obsessed with this man, I love him, officially my fav character of like any murdersim (srry law bbg). Efren is from an upcoming murdersim called Death By Mixer by @t0talbra1nd3ath ! They are so talented and the demo is a great play, check it out ! Thanks for creating this lil freak I really hope I've done him justice!

First smut please don't bully me guys I tried

okok please enjoy!

The air is stolen from your lungs, blood-stained lips threaten to swallow you whole. His nails dig into your wrists, desperate to break them- there’s never enough blood when it comes to Efren. He’s always trying to take more, wanting- needing more. Pleasure floods you with every thrust, every cut, bite, whatever he does to you. He encompasses you completely just like always and you love it, being his pet- to do with whatever he pleases. Dressing you up in cute lingerie- more frills than fabric, to which he’ll excitedly smear blood over it. He’ll never tear it off though, too obsessed with the way it clings to your form.

The wet, squelching sounds of your cunt ring loud- the pink mixture of your slick and blood creating a creamy ring around him. You’d think after all this time you’d be used to his size but no, he stretches you every time- the dull pain of it always helps build that coil in your gut. He pants hotly onto your face, eyes glazed in that violent lust which always lingers no matter the situation. 

He babbles praise as he moves a hand to dig into a particularly deep wound. He slides two fingers into it, treating it like your cunt- shallow thrusts. It almost sounds the same if you don’t focus on it, which makes you moan sweetly.

“Haaah- that’s it…” He coos, gazing at you with the closest thing to love he can muster. “Good kitty- sooo good-” He lets out a deep whine as you tighten around him at the praise. The coil in your gut grows faster the quicker he thrusts and the more he digs into your wounds. Drenched in blood, his favourite sight- it’s when you’re the most connected. He latches his lips to your neck, suckling til it turns into a rich, deep bruise. It’s one of many, something that proves you belong to him- showing how he claims you. He licks the mark before biting it, hard, digging his teeth into it like he’s going to rip out the flesh. Your back arches as you squeal, eyes watering although you can’t determine in pain or pleasure- no matter, they’re one in the same.

The hand on your wrists goes to dig into your jaw, his thumb dragging along it in a way that almost seems soft, but Efren can’t be soft- it’s just not who he is. Your gaze is sharply turned into his as he groans, then licking a long stripe up your cheek. The leftover blood on his tongue leaves that colour onto it, you whimper in the way you know he likes. He pries your mouth open and latches onto your tongue- swirling his own with yours. Saliva drips between you both in the kiss, it dribbles down your chin and onto your collarbone. You love kissing him, no matter how sloppy or painful he wants it to be. It makes you feel so close to him, not just in the physical way but in the way of your souls. Efren owns your soul completely and he will for the rest of eternity.

The kiss is what causes the coil to unravel. Your tongue lolls out, your eyes glaze over and roll back deeply into your skull- it’s a reaction you’ve carefully created with each time he’s fucked you because you know he loves it. He’s a pervert through and through- you don’t mind though, if anything you love it. Your drooling mouth screams his name as you cum, body convulsing as the white-hot pleasure wracks your form. He comes undone as well, pressing himself as deeply into your cunt as he can- stuffing you with his cum. He cums so hard that it leaks from you before he even softens, dripping onto the mattress.

You both come down from the high, catching whatever breath you have left. He pulls out slowly, moaning as he watches the concoction of fluid seep out of you- almost entranced by it for a moment before he gathers himself. He tugs you into him as he flops down, wrapping his arms so tightly around you that if you didn’t know better you’d think he’s trying to crush you to death- hell, he still might do that, you'll never really know with him. A hand roughly pats your head as he smiles at you, you smile back. 

You enjoy being his pet, sometimes.

[dinolixe]

[neishroom]

manny invited cleo to a family + friends cookout for leisure day, where she met some of the most influential people in his life :]

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[mr-dead-inside]

Every time i see this word pop up i think about this scene👇😂

Employee of the Month (2006)

[lightofraye]

Wall of Remembrance Skulls

There is in Ajijic Mexico a wall of remembrance skulls. One of Ajijic’s most famous Murals is by Maestro Efren Gonzalez and known to everyone as "The Day of the Dead Wall" on Marcos Castellanos street close to the Ajijic Plaza.

Apparently there is an accompanying poem. I share it here, translated (not by me).

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To die… Everything that is alive will die. Everything that is good and bad, will finish. Everything that is strong and weak, will end. Everything that breathes, expires. Everything that is famous, will be forgotten. Everyone who believes they are indispensable, will perish. Every creator, the ones who sing, the ones who dance, those that admire, those that underestimate and criticize, will cease to exist. And if they are lucky, someone will put their name on the wall and they will be remembered a little longer. And they will be sung to and danced for, and underestimated and criticized, and then, finally, along with the wall, they will cease to exist. Eat, drink, sing, dance, love. You won’t live forever. Create a work of art for which you will be remembered. Do it now, you don’t have much time. Say what you have to say, even if you have to shout to be heard. Fight to defend yourself. Ask for forgiveness, or forgive, whatever you need to do to keep going forward. Live. Live. Poem by Efren Gonzalez Translation: Ana Siller

[moviemosaics]

Satanic Hispanics

directed by Mike Mendez, Demián Rugna, Eduardo Sánchez, Gigi Saul Guerrero, and Alejandro Brugués, 2022

[mandoreviews]

📽️ Jury Duty (1995)

There is only one word to describe this movie: idiotic. I watched this because my sisters and I were on a Pauly Shore kick after watching Son in Law. I have to say this one was disappointing. It’s not nearly as funny or interesting as Son in Law. It was long and boring, actually. (It’s actually not a long movie; it just felt long because it was stupid.) It’s actually unfortunate that I disliked this movie so much because I really enjoy Pauly Shore, although I know that that opinion in itself is not super popular one. Either way, I won’t be watching this movie again and I wouldn’t recommend it unless you want to be bored. To (greatly) paraphrase Billy Madison, I am dumber for having watched it.

Sex/nudity: 3/10 (a few innuendoes and references, some suggestive scenes)

Language: 3/10 (no f words, many instances of God’s name, many juvenile words, some other cursing)

Violence: 1/10 (I honestly don’t remember but IMDb says mild)

Overall rating: 2/10

[movieassholes]

Too bad, she said she doesn't want you here when she gets back, because you've been ruining everybody's lives and eating all our steak.

Uncle Rico - Napoleon Dynamite (2004)