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waitingforthet · 1 month ago
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arsnof · 2 days ago
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Him dam shoes too dam big
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HEY
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I LOVE YOU
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acocktailmoment · 1 year ago
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Freaky Tiki !
Ingredients:
• 1 oz Coconut Rum • 1 oz Sake Nigori • 1 oz Gold Rum • .5 oz Freshly Squeezed Lime Juice • 6 Dashes El Guapo Cuban Bitters • 1 oz Lychee Juice (from canned Lychees) • 4 Blackberries • 2 Canned Lychees, 2 Blueberries & 2 Pineapple Fronds, for garnish
Combine gold rum and blackberries in a mixing glass. Muddle, fine strain, and set aside. Combine coconut rum, sake, lychee and lime juice in a shaker with a big scoop of crushed or nugget ice. Shake quickly to chill then pour all contents straight into a rocks glass or your favorite tiki mug. Layer blackberry rum mixture on top, then use bitters to create a float on top. Garnish with lychee blueberry ‘eyes’ and some pineapple fronds. 
CHEERS!
Courtesy: El Guapo X @the.sauceress
This article was not sponsored or supported by a third-party. A Cocktail Moment is not affiliated with any individuals or companies depicted here. 
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blueflyingturtleontheway · 14 days ago
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Fandom: Elena of Avalor
Characters: Elena Castillo Flores, Mateo de Alva, Naomi Turner, Gabriel Nuñez, El Guapo
Word count: 1881
Other: Post canon, AU, violence, blood and injury, possession
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I am drunk with the people's approval.
So since I was so delightfully cheered on, here it is, the other Gabe possession fic. This one was written for an AU proudly called Guapoverse. While the whole story is quite convoluted, the important context for this scene fic is that it takes place post canon, in a reality where Gabe made a deal with the spirit of El Guapo - now they're both sharing Gabe's body, each in hopes to achieve his own goals.
Elena blocked another attack and twisted the sword out of her opponent's hand. Right as he fell to the ground, another one stroke her from the side. She managed to dodge. Another block and they were stuck for a moment, trying to push the other away. It's a good thing her scepter was indestructible now, it crossed Elena's mind, because the old, golden hilt would've broken long ago. She would try blazing her enemy but at such a close distance she'd only end up knocking herself over and if anything caught fire...
She had to jump back. The attacker's sword swung dangerously close to her face but at least she dodged a knife to her side. Without a moment's break she charged with her scepter and hit her opponent in the arm holding the sword. The crunch when the crystal hit the bone made her sick.
The man fell to his back with a scream cut short when he hit the ground. Clutching his limp arm he crawled away, climbed to his feet and ran away in panic. Elena didn't chase him.
She swiftly turned around and rised her scepter. There was no one behind her. She let out a relieved sigh. Panting quickly, she tried to catch her breath, while frantically looking around.
They were surrounded. How could they fall for such an obvious trap? The exit of the gorge have been blocked by an avalanche they didn't know about and when they turned around, their path had already been blocked by bandits. There were more than five for each of them. Twenty? Thirty? For just the four of them?
Elena's eyes widened. Her friends. She tried to find them among the swarm of attackers. A bright flash of orange light clearly showed her where Mateo was.
Three men where pushed away by a magical wave and the ground around Mateo was frozen. He had a magical shield in front of him and it was constantly pounded by crossbow arrows. There was still a chance he'll get attacked from behind but he'll manage, Elena was sure of that.
Her eyes went back to the crowd and her heart stopped for a moment. Naomi was going against two bandits with swords, desperately trying to block their attacks with her crossbow. Only a few hours ago they were talking about how she needs to learn to use a close range weapon - or at least make her lasso un-cut-able - but they obviously planned to start training only once they're back home. Turns out it wasn't so certain anymore.
Elena put her scepter back in its scabbard, picked up one of the swords laying on the ground and ran towards Naomi. She almost reached her when a piercing scream, followed by a loud thud made her stop dead in her tracks. She immediately turned in its direction.
"Gabe!" The shout ripped her throat and her heart.
Gabriel's limp body slid down a wall of the gorge. He was bleeding. Three bandits advanced at him, with their swords barren.
"No..." Did she even say it out loud?
"Elena!" Naomi's scream brought her back to reality.
Mateo's shield fell when he heart the scream. He knew it wasn't any of the bandits before he even turned around, but when he did, the crossbows still aimed at his back completely left his mind. Gabe was laying on the ground and looked as if...
That's right, Naomi was right there and she needed her help too. Forcing herself to look away, Elena swung at one of the bandits.
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In one moment he was already almost by him, knocking away all the people on his way with the strongest boqatos he ever casted. He fell on his knees and carefully lifted Gabe's head.
He was breathing. His hair was wet and clumped with blood but he was alive. Mateo let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. But his short relief immediately made way for more fear.
They need to get out of here, they need to get out of here immediately and no matter what, Gabe was unconscious and bleeding, they were surrounded and outnumbered and Gabe desperately needed help, they can't wait any moment more, if they stay here...
Suddenly Gabriel's eyes shot open.
Mateo gasped and would've definitely jumped back if he wasn't still holding him.
"Gabe!" His voice broke with emotion.
Gabriel frowned and a shiver ran up Mateo's spine. His pain must've really been terrible. And then he tried to sit up.
"Don't move!" Mateo tried to push him back on the ground. "You're in shock but you're badly injured, just- just stay here, we'll get you out of here, I promise, just..."
Gabriel was still struggling in his arms. Mateo couldn't contain his worry, his face was twisted in a terrible grimace and his eyes were weirdly absent. He was no medic but he was sure he shouldn't move in this state.
"Gabe!"
"Hands off me, wizard!" Gabriel barked, pushing Mateo away. Slowly he rised to his feet and took a few staggering steps forward. He closed his eyes and rised one hand to his forehead. Mumbling something under his breath and struggling to keep balance, he looked more like he was drunk than mortally wounded.
Mateo stayed frozen on the ground. It wasn't Gabe's voice.
"No..." He whispered.
As if in an answer, Gabriel started to chuckle, his shoulders shaking, but instead of laughter it looked as if he was moved by feverish convulsions. A wide, almost too wide, grin stretched on his face.
The screaming started at the far end of the gorge but neither Elena nor Naomi could pay any attention to it, too engaged in the fight for their lives. Naomi swung Elena's scepter like a club and knocked her opponent out. She immediately had to block a sword at her right. That was too much for her leg, already injured before the battle even began, and she fell to the ground.
"Finally," he said in that unnatural voice, and he sounded almost happy.
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She braced herself for the attack but instead she heard a clung above her and in a swirl of white Elena shielded her and pushed the opponent back. She gave him a kick to the stomach and turned back to the other one.
Naomi couldn't get back up. Her heart was pounding and air burned her throat like fire. Her leg was numb and hurt like hell at the same time. The constant clinking of steel above her head became almost unnoticeable to her. But now there was screaming, she realized, more screaming than before.
Gathering all the strength she had left, she propped herself on her arm and raised her head.
Mateo has escaped his opponents. He was now moving towards them, casting freezing and pushing spells one after another. The bandits that haven't yet been struck started to run away. But not just from Mateo.
There was something else, zooming through the battlefield. At first Naomi thought it was another spell - something ran straight into a group of bandits and in a few moments they were all knocked out on the ground. But then that something laughed.
A smear of blue and red. Glint of steel and unmistakable sound of clashing swords. It had to be Gabe but... Naomi felt her head spin. Why did Mateo go in Gabe's way? How did Gabe move do fast?
Naomi heard a groan above her. She pushed herself up to her feet and tried to look up, but she realized she was falling again. Luckily Elena caught her.
She put her arm over her and Elena grabbed her in the waist. They both now looked at the battlefield before them.
It was nearly empty. The sound of a tamborita echoed through the gorge as Mateo cast one last solaza. The bandit froze with his sword raised and Mateo bent with his hands on his knees and panted loudly.
"Mateo!" Naomi with Elena's help limped to him and threw herself at his arm. "Are you alright?"
They parted and Mateo nodded, still breathing too heavily to speak. Elena closed them both in a hug, but despite how shaken they all were, she immediately let go.
"Where's..." She started and they all looked around.
Only a few meters away Gabriel was fighting with a bandit, the last conscious still left in the gorge. Their swords clashed and threw sparks around but it was clear the bandit was loosing. With each hit he was taking a step back and finally, after a very strong thrust on Gabriel's part, lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Gabriel barked out a sound too terrible to be laughter and kicked away his sword.
"Gabe!" Elena called out to him, seeing how the fight was over.
But he didn't even look at her. He took another step towards the bandit, who was crawling away on his back, sputtering intangible prayers with his eyes stuck at his opponent. Gabriel made another heavy step towards him and his face moved into something resembling a smile.
"Gabe, stop!" Naomi shouted, her voice breaking. Ignoring her leg she tried to run to him and Mateo and Elena immediately followed her.
Gabriel raised his sword.
"General!" Elena's voice broke through the sudden silence in the gorge.
Gabriel stopped. Everyone froze. He slowly turned towards them and looked straight at Elena.
The bandit noticed his opportunity and tried to get up, but Gabriel pushed him back down with a kick to the chest and stepped on his hand. Mateo inhaled sharply but Gabriel didn't even seem to notice the crunch under his boot and the bandit's scream.
"Let him go." Elena's voice trembled bit it was confident.
Gabriel frowned.
"He tried to kill you all," he sneered. "He's a regular ruffian, one less will only be better for everyone."
Elena slowly made a few more steps, until she was so close she could poke him in the chest.
"I said, let him go."
For a moment Gabriel looked surprised, and such a look combined with the way his face was already contorted, was even more grotesque. But then he slipped back into his mocking grin.
"Oh, you mean him?" He chuckled. "What, you think I'm doing this against his will? You know I can't."
"You've heard what she said, Guapo! Leave him!" Naomi's voice was choked but her fists were clenched and her blood in boil. Mateo raised his tamborita.
Guapo sighed.
"And this is what I get for making deals with you," he chuckled this terrible laugh of his. "You know I don't have to? He let me do this." He looked on each of them and whatever he saw on their faces must've pleased him as he shrugged and smiled.
"But," he slowly wiped his sword on the bandit's clothes and finally put it in the scabbard. He lifted the foot from the bandit's hand. "When the queen orders, the soldier listens."
For a moment Gabriel's eyes went blank and his face limp. He staggered on his feet. Finally he looked up.
"Gabe?" Elena asked carefully.
Gabriel looked between them, at the bandit running away and back at his friends.
"I'm... Sorry."
He closed his eyes and fell.
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lieutenant-amuel · 2 years ago
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Whose the funniest character in Avalor?
Guapo.
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mars--madness · 2 years ago
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💖Happy Valentine's Day! 💖
(It feels good to draw digitally again!!🎉)
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djlechat · 2 years ago
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rastronomicals · 29 days ago
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4:06 PM EDT October 7, 2024:
El Guapo - "Braxton" From the album The Burden of History (1997)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
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mrs-mikko-rantanen · 3 months ago
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I've got a killer headache but it's ok bc he's kneading my hair and purring 💗
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understones · 1 year ago
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toffeethief · 1 year ago
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smellroy · 1 day ago
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Watched Three Amigos the other day and have decided the world needed this.
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blueflyingturtleontheway · 15 days ago
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Burning passion
whumptober day 21 Spirit possession
Fandom: Elena of Avalor
Characters: Gabriel Nuñez, El Guapo, Rico Villalobos (mentioned)
Words: 723
After rewatching The Curse of El Guapo a million times you can't convince me that Gabe didn't enjoy being possessed to a certain degree. I could go on a whole monologue about it with time stamps from the episode, but instead have this little internal monologue of a kind that I think he could have had going during the first part of the competition.
A foreign laughter filled his ears but it rumbled in his chest. He felt as if he was watching someone else go through the course - looking over someone's arm - or maybe it was simply his memory, from endless hours of training against the obstacles. But his heart was rushing, his blood was pumping and he knew he was there. He was fighting - he was winning - and he felt alive like he hasn't in centuries. The last tree fell under one strike of his sword. He spared a quick glance to the side and of course the hedge wall was untouched except for the path that he had cut out for himself.
His chest swelled with a familiar, burning feeling. Who could be a match for him?
But suddenly there was Rico and he - did he really dare to mock him?!
He ran after him and launched himself at the training dummy while still a good distance from it. He made it with a twirl in the air - of course he made it. His sword raised and fell on the hay sacks and if it swung a bit close to the second track, so what? His opponents were gutted open before the fool even finished the first set.
He landed perfectly - as always - and the stadium erupted. They were all cheering for him. For some reason it made him feel dizzy, but at the same time he knew perfectly well that he deserved it. He deserved all the praise and they were cheering him oh so delightfully!
He had the time to give his admirers what they asked for. What were a few simple push ups for him in the middle of such an easy race? He was good at this - no, he was the best at this.
He started for the next part of the course before Rico could even dream of catching up to him. He jumped and he flew - those short little barriers were supposed to be a problem for him? He barely even touched the rope for the next jump. He added a somersault - he knew his audience was waiting for more showstopping feats from him - and cut the target with one slash of his mighty sword. A perfect landing, as always - as always accompanied by astounded gasps.
He was so close - he could already feel the smell of victory.
Except why was he stopping - why was Rico on the ground? He groaned in pain. He wouldn't just stop so close to the finishing line. Did he not make the jump? It was a good two meters high, he might've gotten seriously injured. Did he need help?
Who cares what he needed? He needed to win. He was going to win.
Just one last obstacle - what if he was injured - he was faster, he was better - it was dangerous - it was a race - he left him behind - he won.
When he crossed the finishing line a roar erupted in his chest and another answered him from the stands. His sword cut through the wooden poles as if they weren't even there. The flags fell to the ground.
Even they were faster than Rico who finally dragged his way to the end of the race. This sweaty, dirty, huffing creature mumbled something at him from where he was bent almost to the ground. He spared him a pitiful smile. It was of course impossible for such a miserable man to ever win, but the fact that he made it to the next round was impressive - moving, almost.
The post was of course as good as his already. He deserved it - he has worked for it - he won it. Everyone could see it - everyone should see it. Why did he have to wait when he finally knew what he was made for - what he came here for?
But, of course, there were procedures. The competition was called for a reason, he wouldn't dare to disregard it. He shouldn't get so ahead of himself. He had to wait for tomorrow -
To show everyone what he already knew. That there was no one better than him for this post. That there was no one better than him.
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heishook · 5 months ago
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📸: Photo by Ryan Loco
🎰AEW Double or Nothing 2024🎰
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lieutenant-amuel · 2 years ago
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Happy Valentine's Day to them 🥰
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brosniffer · 2 months ago
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