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Expectation, art and eroticism/Expectación, arte y erotismo.
Does it strike you as odd to see Stoya so dressed, so simply, and "all blue eyes" like the girl in the famous poem by the other Machado? It will help me tell you something after the break if you click to continue reading…

Stoya by Tim Barber - Oyster Magazine (Via @digitalfountains)
¿Os llama la atención ver a Stoya tan vestida, tan sencilla de ropajes y 'toda ojos azules' como la niña del celebre poema del otro Machado? Me servirá para contar algo después del salto de texto si dan clic a seguir leyendo…
Many months ago, when I was new to blogging on Tumblr and had my DMs open, @knifeprincesss asked me what I could do for her sensual aesthetic art of posing with deadly bladed weapons that she used to lick. You can't say I'm a model when I never show myself or am an expert in erotic modeling (with or without nudity, as is the case), but I know something about male desire, phantasmagoria, and you have here on the blog #eroticaxplaining notes on how our brain's ancestral ability to anticipate upcoming situations works, which today doesn't anticipate potential predators in the jungle but instead makes us eroticize what you don't show by filling in the blanks.
Hace muchos meses, cuando era nueva haciendo blog en tumblr y tenía los DM abiertos, @knifeprincesss me preguntaba que podía hacer para su arte estético sensual de posado con mortales armas de filo que solía lamer. No se puede decir que sea yo modelo cuando nunca me muestro ni experta en modelaje erótico (con o sin desnudez, como es el caso) pero algo se de deseo masculino, fantasmagorías y tenéis por aquí al blog en #eroticaxplaining apuntes sobre cómo trabaja la capacidad ancestral de nuestro cerebro para adelantarse a las situaciones venideras, que hoy no se anticipa a posibles depredadores en la selva sino que nos hace erótico lo que nada muestras al rellenar huecos.
The answer to my friend's question was easy: accustomed to enjoying watching you lick sharp weapons? Well, don't lick them. Do as always in terms of artistic concept, elements, and type of shot: pretend to do it… but don't. Make them expect it, but don't satisfy them. They'll feel that slight frustration and go away, moved to imagine what happened, and how it has happened so many times before. Seems like a silly idea? Well, it worked more than enough, judging by the number of interactions and the comments.
La respuesta a la pregunta de mi amiga surgió fácil: ¿acostumbrados a disfrutar viéndote lamer armas punzocortantes? Pues no las lamas. Haz como siempre en concepto artístico, elementos y tipo de plano, has el amago de hacerlo… pero no lo hagas. Haz que lo esperen pero no les satisfagas que sientan esa pequeña frustración y se van movidos a imaginar como ocurría y como ha ocurrido ya tantas veces. ¿Parece una idea tonta? Pues funcionó sobradamente a tenor de lo deducible en numero de interacciones y lo que decían los comentarios.
Breaking expectations is always a good idea, so that habit doesn't make us insensitive to a stimulus, and to surprise an already familiar audience. It won't lead so directly to filling in mental blanks and giving us a mental whiplash of not fulfilling what we expected. But this second effect will occur in a certain way, and it will shake us out of our slumber, making the work of art and eroticism more memorable (which are separated as concepts in the title for journalistic reasons, but for me the latter is encompassed within the former). Romper las expectativas siempre es una buena idea para que la costumbre no nos haga insensibles a un estímulo, para sorprender a la audiencia ya familiarizada. No llevará tan directo a rellenar huecos mentalmente y darnos latigazo mental a no cumplirse lo esperado. Pero este segundo efecto se dará en cierta manera y eso nos sacará del sopor haciendo más recordable la obra de arte y de erotismo (que van separados como conceptos en el título por razones periodísticas pero para mi lo segundo queda englobado dentro de lo primero)

Sasha Grey, Vice Magazine. Ph Richard Kern.
What can this magazine offer us at this point by showing Stoya? Well, the actress dressed in humble and chaste clothing, relaxed and not at all stimulated; like in a portrait of a peasant wife from Eastern Europe (which is the origin of her family and the relative from whom she shortens the surname that will become her stage name). Vice Magazine had already done something identical with Sasha Grey years before, and the last thing you can expect from them, having shown so much of their bodies, their elastic possibilities, and the facial gestures of pleasure or desire… is to show them as angelic, innocent creatures. That's what's new, unexpected, and what will catch your attention, becoming memorable. These two Whore Goddesses (as Stoya jokingly calls herself in her book, which I recently reviewed for the blog) have already given so much that she's no longer chaste or promiscuous, but rather one step further: she's anti-virgin (as an old Italian exploit said) in the popular imagination, and that's why this technique of going against expectations can work for us, and why we're still talking about these photos. I'll leave you thinking about it.
¿Qué nos puede ofrecer esta revista a estas alturas enseñando a Stoya? Pues a la actriz vestida con ropa humilde y casta, relajada y para nada estimulada; como en un retrato de esposa campesina del este de Europa (que son los orígenes de la familia de ella y del familiar de donde apocopa el apellido que será su nombre artístico). Vice Magazine ya hizo algo idéntico con Sasha Grey años antes, y es que lo último que puedes esperar de ellas habiendo tanto mostrado de sus cuerpos, de sus posibilidades elásticas y de la gesticulación facial del placer o deseo… es enseñarlas angelicales como criaturas inocentes. Eso es lo nuevo que les queda, lo inesperado y lo que llamará vuestra atención convirtiéndose en memorable. Tanto han dado ya estas dos Diosas Rameras (como se llama en broma Stoya a si misma en su libro que reseñé al blog hace poco) que ella no es ya casta ni promiscua, sino un paso más allá: es antivirgen (como decía una vieja exploit italiana) en el imaginario popular y por eso esta técnica de ponerse en contra de las expectativas puede funcionarnos y aún hablamos de estas fotos. Les dejo pensando sobre ello.
#esoteric pornoculture#pornocultura esoterica#pornologies#stoya doll#jessica stoyadinovich#sashagrey#marina ann hantzis#eroticaxplaining
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Driver Picks the Music, Shotgun Shuts Their Cakehole
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Summary: You and Jake decide to go on a road trip.
Warnings: Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Swearing. Established relationships. Spoilers for Case 63. References to the boys past trauma with water. Mild miscommunication. Verbal conflict due to frustration.
Word count: 4.1k
A/N: I am not fluent by any means in Spanish so if there is anything incorrect please let me know.
A/N: beta read by the wonderful @luvpedropascal and another friend that doesn’t have a tumblr lol.
A/N: this was for a fic exchange for the anniversary of Moon Knight, but as you can see I'm kind of late lol oh well! hope you enjoy!
Translations:
Mira, amor. = Look, love. Corazón = heart Mi tesoro, ¿qué pasa? = My treasure, what’s up? Cariño = Dear Dios, ¿eso es todo? = God, is that all? Lo lamento…realmente. = I’m sorry…really. Amor = love mierda = fuck Se lo juro. = I swear it. Nuestro amor. Nuestro sol. Nuestro corazón. = Our love. Our sun, our heart. luz de mi vida = light of my life
The eerie music of the podcast played in the background as the characters spoke. A man, who was apparently a doctor, talking (though he sounded just like the patient from the earlier part of the podcast) with the confused woman, a doctor herself…from the future?
“Let’s see, ‘Case 63’. It says your name is Eliza Beatrix Knight. You were admitted at 7:22 p.m. on November 24th. You were found naked at JFK airport in one of the bathrooms in Terminal 8 with paranoid ideations and confusion. You told a curious story about the end of the world in the future—“
“But the—the future??” She definitely sounded confused and a bit distressed.
“Yes, the future.” The doctor answered.
“Oh…wait. Wait. Okay. Wh—what year is it now?”
“You don’t know what year it is?”
“What year is it?” The woman repeated, a little agitated.
“It’s 2012, Ms. Knight.”
The only sound, other than the credits of the podcast, was the droning of wheels on pavement as you and Jake headed down the road. You had nearly begged Jake to listen to the podcast after you got back on the road from the last stop. You looked over to Jake, smirking as you studied his stoic, contemplative look. He suddenly let out a huff of a laugh, shifting in the driver's seat a bit.
“What?” you asked him, a little unsure of what to make of his reaction.
“That’s like…2 hours of my life I’ll never get back.”
“What?! Oh come on, you can’t be serious. That was a good show!” You insisted, mock offense on your face (though not entirely mocked).
“Mira, amor. It was…interesting, but just not my kinda thing. I mean, the guy was just bullshitting the whole time.” He shrugged, keeping hold of the steering wheel, his other elbow propped on the ledge of the window.
“Bullshitting??? Ugh, whatever. Putting it back on your old man music. Keep listening to this and I’ll have to put you in a home soon.” You teased as you reopened the music app and started his playlist. Frank Sinatra came to life in the speakers.
“‘Old man music’? These songs are classics and timeless. So are the dance moves.” He smirked glancing over at you, seeing your pout fighting off a grin. “I know you like it when I dance with you, corazón. Don’t hear you complaining then.”
“Because I have you to distract me from it.” Looking at the map on your phone, you tried to see how much further until the next stop.
You and Jake had been planning this trip for a while, just you, him, and the open road. The only thing that wasn’t accounted for, though, was Jake’s determination to pick the music, the snacks, and the places to stop. It wasn’t too obvious at first, especially when he was pointing out some pretty fun locations to go to, but it seemed like any time you made a suggestion, he would try and convince you to do something else. It was cute, with a bit of poking and some laughs about Jake being hard-headed, but the further into this trip you got, the more it started to bother you. Looking at the map, the both of you would be arriving pretty soon at the last motel before making the last trek to the final destination on the trip “itinerary”, Antelope Canyon.
~*~*~*~
Weeks Earlier
After you had mentioned going on a road trip, Jake took it upon himself to check out potential places and possible things to do there. Nothing had been discussed in earnest yet, but Jake's (and his headmates’) curiosity got the better of them. Vegas was discussed, San Francisco, and the Rocky Mountains, among other potential options. It wasn’t until Marc suggested the Grand Canyon that things really started rolling. Jake had in his mind that the Grand Canyon, while grand was honestly boring. He hadn’t expected Steven to agree with him, so the three began to look at other locations.
That’s when they found it. Antelope Canyon. Now that was a destination.
Steven offered to do the research since he actually enjoyed reading endless pages of websites or books, but Jake insisted that he would take care of everything. Looking through hiking reservations and things to do in the area around the canyon, Jake had started to really enjoy planning it all. He just knew you’d be excited for it all.
That is…until he read an article about some of the facts about the canyon and its geography. According to the article, the canyon was prone to flooding. Seeing that word made his blood run cold and his heart begin to pound. When he noticed his hand clenched tightly into a fist he had to consciously relax it. It was fairly understandable that if it rained in the area of the canyon then of course water collected, but the part that worried him and his headmates was that it could be dry in the canyon but rain elsewhere, and the canyon could still have a flash flood. There had even been ladders installed in the canyon for people to grab onto and climb to higher ground. At first, they were wooden, but those broke all too easily. They've since been replaced with metal ladders. Plenty of people had lost their lives to this all too familiar force of nature.
Once Jake learned about this, he began looking heavily into the weather of the area and the best time to go. Planning for the driest possible month that he could and making sure the projected weather was clear as it could be. Jake’s not delusional by any means, he knows that weather can be unpredictable so far in advance, but he had to try. Jake started to check the weather religiously to make sure things would work in his favor. He wasn’t taking any chances, wasn’t going to put the system in danger, and definitely wasn’t going to pull you along with them. He wouldn’t let that happen…not again.
So it was settled. Route. Destination. Activities. And the window of time they had to arrive.
~*~*~*~
Present
You both had been talking about taking a road trip for a while now and it wasn’t until a week or so ago that the two of you started talking and planning in earnest. Jake was the one that picked the route since he insisted on driving the whole way, but to your surprise, he also picked the destination - even going as far as to look at weather reports for the times that you two would be there. That left you to pick the snacks and the fun touristy stops along the way, giant rubber band ball-type attractions, that’s what road trips are all about right? Hearing you get excited by each new place you found along Jake’s route gave him the softest and warmest smile. This was how every night was spent leading up to the trip, you and him sitting on the couch, your legs over his, or laying in bed, his arm around you and getting giggly from all the excitement, an extended trip with your partner, your Jake.
What you didn’t know, and what you’ve rarely seen, was how Jake was stealing glances at you. He wasn’t exactly the talkative one in the relationship, but he didn’t mind, not when he could just observe and admire your energy. The smile on his face was content like waking up at your own pace in a comfy, warm bed. These simple moments were what Jake enjoyed most, these mundane, everyday moments. He never asked for much and he never needed much, so when he found you and you decided that you would give him your love, well that was all he could have ever asked for.
~*~*~*~
Pulling into the motel parking lot, the silence that Jake thought was comfortable was not so for you. Stewing away at how nitpicky Jake was being, how he was nearly dictating what you both did on the trip with almost no regard to what you wanted. You knew it wasn’t because he was trying to be mean. Jake liked to have control of situations. Having control meant a certain level of safety, and that’s just how his mind worked, protecting himself, protecting the system…protecting you. What you couldn’t understand was why. What sort of danger could come from the wrong kind of chip or soda being bought at the gas station?
You both grabbed your bags from the trunk and went into the room, starting each of your nightly routines…still, in silence, save for the small T.V. that had been turned on to some local news station. Then Jake chimed in on what side of the bed he would be sleeping on. You didn’t need him to tell you. You knew he would take the side closest to the window and door, that’s the side he always took.
“I know what side you sleep on. You don’t have to tell me!” you snapped not too unkindly. Funny how the bed would be the final straw. Jake stepped out of the bathroom. He was only half undressed as he was getting ready to shower (he thought showering with you, but the tone in your voice had him second-guessing).
“Mi tesoro, ¿qué pasa? If you want to skip the shower that’s fine, babe, just say so.” He fixed you with a confused look.
“Oh? So that I can decide?”
“Cariño, what are you saying? I don’t play head games, get it out. Start making sense or I’m go–”
“This whole trip…the whole trip, you have been so picky about everything. Where we stop, where we don’t stop, what snacks to get, where to stay and almost every time I suggest something you shoot it down. If it’s not your way it’s the highway is that it?” That was one thing that you were happy for in your relationship with Jake, and it certainly took some time to get to this point. Jake was right, he didn’t like playing head games. He didn’t like the whole “you should know what’s wrong” bit. He was never fully open about his own feelings, but clear communication? He was a staunch advocate. He wanted to know what was wrong, what was right, how he could meet you in the middle, all of it.
Hearing this outburst, his muscles tensed ever so slightly, his jaw tensing more. Jake tossed his shirt on the bed as he came over to his duffel bag, grabbing his toiletries bag, and starting back into the bathroom. “I’ve been picky. Picky. Dios, ¿eso es todo? And that’s what’s got you all worked up, just because I’m picky.”
“Just because. Worked up. This was supposed to be a fun trip and it is, it was! But damn it, Jake, it’s not fun for me when you can’t let go for two seconds. Nothing’s going to happen if we stop at some honey farm or a fruit stand or a fucking huge ball of twine!” The floodgates open, as you let out the building frustration from the past couple of days. It felt good to get it out, so it wasn’t buzzing around in your head any longer. Jake had been leaning against the bathroom counter, shoulders tense and hunched as he looked at himself in the mirror. You don’t know if Marc or Steven has anything to say about your outburst, if he’s listening to them, and right now that’s the least of your concerns.
You could see his jaw flexing and clenching as the gears were turning in his head, trying to come up with something to say.
“You want me to let go? Want me to just let things happen? Fine,” he threw his hands up. “Yeah, I’ll let go as soon as you learn some restraint. Think you can handle that for one more day? Hmm? You knew what you were getting into when you looped me into whatever you want to call this relationship.” He looked at you in the reflection as he grabbed what he needed and went to finally get in the shower.
“Fine. Sounds fantastic. Maybe tomorrow you can work on getting the stick out of your ass and actually enjoy the hike instead of worrying if a lizard’s going to be within thirty feet of us. Yeah, enjoy your shower.” You huff, going and sitting on the bed to watch T.V. while you wait for your turn with the shower. Flipping through the channels didn’t produce anything worth watching so you settled on the news again. Sometimes on the trip, you and Jake would shower together, make out, actually bathe, or both, and just enjoy those little moments. That was not in the plans tonight and you weren’t even sure how the bed situation would work tonight, there being only one, probably not a lot of cuddling.
Relationships have their rocky moments, that’s to be expected to some degree, but talking to each other and coming to an understanding…maybe once you both cool off you can have a more constructive conversation. Until then, you both needed some time to let the emotions come down from their boil, maybe on the drive tomorrow you two could talk, sort things out, otherwise it was going to be a long trip back to New York.
Jake eventually got out of the shower, curls wet and slicked back, and only in his underwear. You were upset with him, so stop looking at him like that…with all his muscles and tan skin and inky curls that started to spring back from their slicked state. You tried to shake it off as you got off the bed without a word to go for your own shower. Jake watched you go and once he heard the water start he sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands as he and his headmates tried to help come up with a way to salvage the trip. Sounds like partly cloudy days in the future.
~*~*~*~
That morning, after a not-so-pleasant night of sleeping as far away from each other as possible, though you're certain at some point in the night you could feel a strong hand gently caressing your shoulder, the two of you packed your things and got back on the road. It wasn’t much further to Antelope Canyon so the drive wasn’t terrible. It was certainly quiet though.
As Jake pulled into a parking space, he was the first to break the silence, gently grabbing your arm, stopping you as you started to get out of the car. When you look back at him it all started to flare up again. He’s stopped you from getting out of the car, decided things for you. You don’t mean to be on edge, it all just feels so raw.
“Lo lamento…realmente.” He says withdrawing his hand, holding it up to show he’s not keeping you, he only meant to get your attention, “We can talk about it on the hike, I just…I wanted to say it now. Before we get out there. I’m not expecting you to forgive me just because I said “I’m sorry”, I know I’m not the easiest person to live with, just ask Marc and Steven…” he paused, not entirely sure what else he could say. He really felt he was difficult to live with and he knew that his hypervigilance could get overbearing, but that’s something he intended to work on.
You listened to him, still feeling that boiling frustration, knowing that he meant it, he always means it. Jake clenched his fist, resting it against the gearshift trying to put the words together. “Let’s get out there…” He nodded, more to himself, gently hitting the gearshift with the side of his fist before getting out of the car to get the backpacks. While you grabbed yours Jake headed over to the information kiosk for maps, a weather radio, and to check in for the hike
~*~*~*~
It’s kind of amazing how being in a place like this could distract from the stresses you both came with. The smooth, waving walls of the canyon in those bright red and orange hues. It looks so ancient, mystical, alien, and absolutely breathtaking. You both were able to relax as you worked your way through trails, well you more than Jake who seemed to be clenching his jaw or muttering to himself (or Marc and Steven) a lot. Whatever it is they’re talking about, you hoped it wouldn't crop up into another argument, not when the hike had been going so well.
And that’s when it happened.
You suggested that you stop for a break, just to drink a little water, maybe eat a snack, take some pictures, or something, but Jake trudges ahead.
“We can go a little further, come on.” He said, pulling ahead now. It was as if the argument and his apology meant absolutely nothing to him. What in the hell was happening?! You never took Jake to go back on his apology or his word. Yes, the man would fib on occasion but he wouldn’t flat out lie like that…not to you.
“What? You have got to be kidding. After all that? For God’s sake, Jake you just couldn’t handle i,t could you? The whole hike you’ve been acting so uptight. Are you even enjoying this? This whole thing was your idea and now you have a look like someone just smelled the most gag-inducing stench.” You weren’t going to let it slide like you had in the car ride, you were going to call him out on it. This was your trip too and you wanted to go out and have fun. Which you were, but having a muttering cloud of gloom accompanying you was not helping.
Jake stopped, tilting his head back and looking to the sky, muttering more things (you couldn’t quite make it out, but it vaguely sounded like Spanish swearing), definitely a bit cloudy now but nothing too bad for now. Slowly, he lowered his head as he turned to look at you, regret clear on his face. “Amor, I swear this is the last time today…I uh, had looked up the trails online—just to be safe—I only meant…mierda…there’s a cool place up ahead. You've probably seen it in pictures, a beam of sunlight coming in…we can break there and after that…” he makes the motion of zipping his lips, tossing away the key, and holding up his hands in surrender.
Well, that was…unexpected. The worst part was, it was a good idea. With a huff you crossed your arms, contemplating the options and the fact that he really did mean what he said…he was trying, but you were still frustrated, and maybe(?) going to this special place meant that the whole rest of the time Jake would just lighten up and you could actually contribute to the trip.
“Fine. Yeah, fine, let’s go to this “cool place” and we’ll take a break there.” You shook your head, conceding. “But after that, you have to let me have some say, Jake—“
“I will. Se lo juro. Just thought you would like it and taking a break there you can take it all in like you do.”
He stood there waiting for you to rejoin the hike. Thankfully the place wasn’t much further, just as he said, and you looked around in awe at how nature could make such enchanting views. You were enjoying it and taking it all in, just as he said.
You both started to take off your backpacks, taking out a blanket and some snacks and drinks for the little makeshift rest stop this little place was about to become. The thing that was most mesmerizing was the beam of light in question, and yet again, he was right. You stood there drinking your water watching this marvel of nature, this beam of light so precise and almost like a sspotlight The sunlight almost looked tangible, so letting the inner kid in you come out for a little fun, you stuck your hand into the sunlight. That wonderful, imaginative part of you almost expected to feel it, well feel something other than the warmth it brought. Like it should have been hard like a stone column or fluid yet weighty like a stream or waterfall.
“Alright, I’ll give it to you. This is a really cool place to rest for a bit. Sorry for blowing up like that again. If you know any more places like this we should stop at, let’s make a plan okay? Together. We’re supposed to be enjoying the hike right? Just like you s—“
When you turned to look at him, you were met with a sight that that imaginative part of you was absolutely not expecting.
Jake.
Down.
On one knee.
Holding a small, velvet-covered box.
You didn’t know what to do, so you just gaped at the sight. Nerves were clear on his face as he opened the little box.
“Nuestro amor. Nuestro sol. Nuestro corazón. I know now that I wasn't being fair to you on this trip and I truly am sorry. You’ve put up with me, with Marc, and Steven when we were absolutely not the easiest to put up with. You accepted us, all of us, and everything that comes with being with someone like us…and we couldn’t be more thankful to have such a patient, loving, and strong partner. Because God knows you have to be strong to have to deal with three grown man-children.” Jake chuckles breathily, hoping the joke would help his nerves (it didn’t), not until he heard you chuckle too. The corner of his mouth quirks slightly, letting that little moment of levity give him the breathing room for what was about to come next.
“Will you marry us?”
You stood there still stunned, but now tears were trickling down your cheeks. Yeah, there was a lot to deal with, mostly due to their collective tempers and vastly different ways of doing things among other quirks…but you weren’t perfect, not by a long shot. There were plenty of things you did or said that they had to put up with too. But that’s the beauty of it, right? People are flawed. They mess up. They find someone to love them and they grow together…to work at being together, because it’s not easy, nothing in life is ever easy…but loving them…even after every argument, disagreement, or misplaced frustration…that was easy. How could you not?
You stepped closer to Jake. The last of the system that you met and once you had, everything just felt complete. Now, here he was before you, on behalf of himself and his headmates, asking you to love them for the rest of their lives. And you said yes…how could you not? You said yes again, nodding your head as he came to his feet, a nervous smirk blooming into an ecstatic grin as he plucked the ring from its box and slipped it on your finger.
It was a simple silver band with three diamonds set into it…one for each of them. You held up your trembling hand to admire it, your heart thrumming with what it represented. Looking at Jake, you wrapped your arms around him, as he did the same to you, your lips meeting each other. So much love and passion shared between you. It felt too soon when you both pulled away to catch your breath. When you looked into his eyes you saw his own tears threatening to slip away and down his cheeks, and you also saw the tenderness and deep love that he and his headmates shared for you.
After another kiss (and another), you both stand there in the beauty of the moment.
“I love you,” you finally say.
“I love you too, luz de mi vida. Like you wouldn’t believe. So much, that I made sure to plan as much of the trip as I could to try and make it memorable…turns out I made it exhausting and should have just had you help plan it.” Jake couldn’t wipe the smile from his face if he tried, you said yes and now you had the rest of your lives to plan more trips.
“Definitely should have consulted me. I have a keen sense for adventure, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.”
“And we have plenty of time to plan trips, annoy each other, love each other…and on the ride back, we will be having the best adventure.” You smile wide before Jake leans in, giving you another kiss which you happily reciprocate.
“I can’t wait.”
A/N: Antelope Canyon has a tendency to flood. This can apparently happen even if the rain occurred miles away. The boys were not only nervous about the proposal but also flooding, hence the weather research, monitoring, and radio.
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Anon rebelde.
Si vas a delatar a alguien, o si vas a informar o discutir lo que escribe, lee tu mismo la publicación correspondiente
Tal vez alguien le tendría que decir a la señora de las iniciales en mayúsculas,SDLIM para abreviar, que se aplique el cuento porque su comprensión lectora deja mucho que desear y también que tenga cuidado con todos esos blogs fantasmas que tanto la aplauden, tal vez tenga entre ellos un caballo de Troya. El que avisa no es traidor, es avisador y por cierto, hacen muy buena pareja la caja roja de Nestlé y la negra de aviación 😉
Dear (returning) Anon Rebelde,
Su última comunicación ha molestado a mucha gente de enfrente, que aparentemente se quejaba de que nuestro diálogo era imposible de seguir. Sin embargo, estoy segura de que nuestras maravillosas hermanas shipper no tienen problemas para entender el tráfico de esta escena, lo cual, según me han dicho, también es muy apreciado. Para todos los demás usaré pictogramas:
(I am translating the above paragraph I wrote myself in Spanish as a courtesy to this valued guest, just so you know - across the street. This is also NOT something you ought to have a say in, on MY page) Your last submission has annoyed many people across the street, who apparently complained about our dialogue being impossible to follow. However, I am sure our wonderful shipper sisters have no trouble understanding the traffic of this stage, which I am also told is very much appreciated.
For all the others, I will use pictograms 🙄:
👮♀️Translation of Anon Rebelde's question follows. Fasten your seatbelts ❗
'If you are going to tattle on someone, or if you are going to report or discuss what they write, read the relevant post for yourself' Maybe someone should tell Block Letters Lady, BLL for short, to also practice what she preaches, because her reading comprehension leaves a lot to be desired, and also to be careful with all those sock accounts that applaud her so much, maybe there's a Trojan horse among them. Not a traitor, speaking: just a warner. And by the way, the red Nestlé box and the black aviation box make a very good couple 😉
👮♀️Translation of Anon Rebelde's submission has now ended. You may safely proceed to the next level ❗
I am aware of the Baby Jesus' Belly Button Feast in there, too. That is strictly their problem, Anon Rebelde, but it's still hilarious to watch them pretend to be friends with each other, etc. I think all of this is very childish, but again, querida - we do things a bit differently, in here, and that is something that is not going to change. The red box was probably not Nestlé, but if you find it more fun, so be it.
And you are right, Red Box and Black Box like each other a lot, since Day 1, when Black Box welcomed Red Box like long lost family and immediately trusted her. Something Red Box was not expecting, so she was very moved & happy about it. Black Box + Red Box = Friends♾️, who root hard for each other, help each other and share a lot of things in DMs, too 😱.
(Remember: if you are not Julius Caesar or Marilyn Monroe, illeism is such a chichi rhetorical trick. And even if you are Julius Caesar - De Bello Gallico is such an obnoxious thing to translate, you wouldn't believe it.)
People are both a blessing and a curse, in this Strange Wasteland. I have met some of the kindest souls and some of the strangest twisted minds ever, in here. It really is mindboggling, yet by far the best side of this experience.
As for the Trojan Horse, well.... I don't get what you mean, but I trust their spies will.
May I risk a Miss Cleo prediction and foresee another salvo of Anons who'd throw the door open, enter in a frenzy, step on Bebe's tail, put their feet on the table and show me how pressure is properly done?
Let them.
I'd rather have you, Anon Rebelde. Doors can be slammed, too.

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Me encanta el hecho que SWK sea Trans o genfluid (Y posible canon en JTTW aparente) No es de extrañar que se haya sentido ofendido cuando le dieron el trabajo en los establos (En la antigua china se ponían monas que al menstruar bendecían los caballos) y como nuestro monito favorito con los años tubo que tomar un rol ''masculino'' todo el tiempo cuando se convirtió en una leyenda, esos 500 años de aislamiento posiblemente fueron un respiro. me imagino en el fic aun vuelva hacer esa mala practica mientras como Sr. Wu se tome un respiro (Aunque he leído que los macacos es difícil saber su dimorfismo sexual, a menos que sean madres, me imagino que SWK no necesito ninguna cirugía de pecho, por ser Extra o por que es ''plana como tabla'' Copa A)
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"I love the fact that SWK is Trans or genfluid (And possible canon in JTTW apparent) No wonder he was offended when they gave him the job in the stables (In ancient China they used to say that they blessed the horses when they menstruated) and since our favorite little monkey over the years had to take on a ''male'' role all the time when he became a legend, those 500 years of isolation were possibly a respite. I imagine in the fic I'll still do that bad practice while Mr. Wu takes a break (Although I've read that macaques it's difficult to know their sexual dimorphism, unless they are mothers, I imagine that SWK doesn't need any breast surgery , because it is Extra or because it is ''flat as a board'' Cup A)"
I actually didn't know about the menstration = blessing horses lore! That makes a lot of sense why Wukong would get mad at Heaven for giving him such a role. I can imagine him learning of this superstition from another stablehand, and just quiting on the spot. Especially when he learns that "female" roles and jobs aren't valued as much as "male" roles in the Jade Court (based on imperial china).
Then after letting him back in; they gave him the same job as a"Peach Maiden" - just with the title scratched out like he wouldn't have noticed. -_-
Primates like monkeys go through menstration like humans; meaning that Wukong likely has a great deal of knowledge of how to treat the symptoms just by growing up around so many adoptive mothers and sisters. I feel in his time at the palace, he made many female friends just by being attentive to them when they were due.
And since many wild monkey species (especially macaques like Wukong is supposed to be) are matriarchal; it confuses Wukong even more that women in the Celestial Realm aren't given the same level of respect as men. He probably has insulted the Emperor by asking to speak with the Queen Mother before him; "Let me speak with your Woman King. What do you mean "women don't rule"? She's clearly the one in charge. What sort of troop is this?"
So when the pilgrims openly accept Wukong as male, he's so happy he could explode. It also gives him more confidence to explore how he expresses his gender indentity through transformation.
While macaques dont have as obvious dimorphic traits as humans, I feel like Wukong's chest is more obvious than Macaque's is. He's not ashamed of his chest at all, even if it has grown along with his "dad bod" + pregnancy. Monkey Yao simply do not have the same hang-ups about breasts or menstration than most humans/celestials. Macaque is more shy about his chest cus he raised closer to humans and celestials norms also it's for Wukong's eyes only.
An interesting piece of lore! One of The Monkey King's permanent injuries was a stab in his breastbone/collarbone during his capture by Erlang Shen:

From this lore, I hc that Wukong is actually missing a breast, or one has been heavily scarred over. I feel like he jokes that Erlang "owes him a new boob" in good humor. Or jokes that he "bets his last titty" on something.
#trans sun wukong#genderfluid sun wukong#menstration tw#pregnancy tw#journey to the west#trans hcs#lego monkie kid#lmk gender hcs#dad bod sun wukong
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anons have officially lost all class. simping over serim, karina, and MY ARGENTINIAN EMPLOYEE? you know the intern who writes karina fanfiction. in some shack in argentina yes . My Employee.
watching anons go crazy over serim is kinda funny bc this isn’t even x reader this is like 200k toxic yuri like I AM NAWT SERIM. i read this as my book before bedtime ❤️ My enrichment if u will
also why r they thirsting over YOU😭😭naturalmente soy muy flirty y cosas así pero if I flirted w you… yuri tóxica y condenada porque soy colombiana y tu eres argentina.. tóxica 3000. todos los juegos y copas peleando llorando dramáticamente not to mention THE ARGUMENTS KMFAOOO😭😭”ay mira a messi🙄” “QUIERO UN DIVORCIO😭😡” LMFAOOO . i guess you could say our relationship is strictly a.. business matter (I get booed off stage)
ddae la única argentina con quien yo hablo (i don’t know any argentinians) tienes muchas mujeres que te aman pero yo soy la única que te hace sentir viva discutiendo😝muchas novias pero yo soy la esposa (JOOOKE.. with rizz)
anyway the new business matter chapter will be out in exactly 4 years so if u read like 5 chapters a year it’ll be out on time 🥰(take all the time in the world 🙏not like we’re paying LMAO😭)
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anons were simping bad, they had a good few days where they just wanted to make out aggressively with anything that appeared on my blog. and not the argentinian employee who lives in a shack dude 😭 don't tell what my lifestyle is like
YOU'RE BACK IN YOUR TOXIC YURI AGENDA MY GOD WHAT IS YOUR DEAL ??
let them, if they want to thirst over me i'll understand it since i'm cute and funny and smart and
lol tengo amigos colombianos, pero una relación?? cómo se hubiera sentido nuestra casa el día de la final de la copa? y nuestros países tienen problemas políticos también, eso sería un desastre 😭 "con messi no te metés" "tú con james menos" *se agarran de los pelos y empiezan a forcejear*
hey.. pero las comidas ricas que comeríamos.. 🫠 (tauro piensa en comida)
a business matter 😭 you just made the most yu jimin type of joke ever
LOL tengo demasiadas esposas ya basta vivo rizzing people up acá en tumblr, pero por lo menos vos sos latina y el vínculo de un latino con otro siempre será más fuerte
thanks for being aware the next business matter update is coming out when riize members are all out their military services 😌 i didn't have the guts to say it myself
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Al igual que las flores que florecieron dentro de ti Nuestro amor por ti Floreció.
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bhm5qgn by Cj2356 Castiel sabia que estaba condenado desde el primer momento en que bajo. Así que no se sorprendió cuando vio flores en sus manos. O mejor conocido como el amor de castiel creció a lo largo de los años, y como logro conmover a Dios, sin siquiera saberlo. Words: 6296, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, God | Chuck Shurley, Gabriel (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Jack Kline, Castiel & Claire Novak, Castiel & God | Chuck Shurley Additional Tags: Canon Rewrite, Canon Universe, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Bad Parent God | Chuck Shurley, God | Chuck Shurley is Castiel's Parent, God | Chuck Shurley Redemption, Good Parent God | Chuck Shurley, God | Chuck Shurley Tries, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, God | Chuck Shurley Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel and Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester are Jack Kline's Parents, Good Friend Sam Winchester, Protective Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester Friendship, Minor Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Minor Michael/Adam Milligan, Mentioned Lucifer (Supernatural), Castiel is Saved from the Empty (Supernatural), The Empty (Supernatural), Castiel Out of the Empty (Supernatural), Hanahaki Disease, Castiel Has Feelings for Dean Winchester, Castiel Has Self-Worth Issues (Supernatural), Castiel Has Secrets (Supernatural), Castiel Has Self-Esteem Issues (Supernatural), Sam Winchester Has a Crush on Gabriel, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Dean Winchester Can't Say "I Love You", Dean Winchester Prays to Castiel, Dean Winchester Has Abandonment Issues, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Fallen Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels, Angst and Humor, Everyone Needs A Hug, Castiel Needs a Hug (Supernatural), The Winchesters Need to Use Their Words (Supernatural), Castiel Needs Help (Supernatural), Humor, Flowers, Language of Flowers, Love, Love Confessions, Declarations Of Love, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I Wrote This While Listening to EPIC: The Musical, How Do I Tag, I Made Myself Cry, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Why Did I Write This?, Castiel is Not Oblivious (Supernatural), Points of View, POV Multiple, Everyone Has Issues read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bhm5qgn
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Al igual que las flores que florecieron dentro de ti Nuestro amor por ti Floreció.
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/G3fIRrb by Cj2356 Castiel sabia que estaba condenado desde el primer momento en que bajo. Así que no se sorprendió cuando vio flores en sus manos. O mejor conocido como el amor de castiel creció a lo largo de los años, y como logro conmover a Dios, sin siquiera saberlo. Words: 6296, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, God | Chuck Shurley, Gabriel (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Jack Kline, Castiel & Claire Novak, Castiel & God | Chuck Shurley Additional Tags: Canon Rewrite, Canon Universe, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Bad Parent God | Chuck Shurley, God | Chuck Shurley is Castiel's Parent, God | Chuck Shurley Redemption, Good Parent God | Chuck Shurley, God | Chuck Shurley Tries, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, God | Chuck Shurley Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel and Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester are Jack Kline's Parents, Good Friend Sam Winchester, Protective Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester Friendship, Minor Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Minor Michael/Adam Milligan, Mentioned Lucifer (Supernatural), Castiel is Saved from the Empty (Supernatural), The Empty (Supernatural), Castiel Out of the Empty (Supernatural), Hanahaki Disease, Castiel Has Feelings for Dean Winchester, Castiel Has Self-Worth Issues (Supernatural), Castiel Has Secrets (Supernatural), Castiel Has Self-Esteem Issues (Supernatural), Sam Winchester Has a Crush on Gabriel, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Dean Winchester Can't Say "I Love You", Dean Winchester Prays to Castiel, Dean Winchester Has Abandonment Issues, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Fallen Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels, Angst and Humor, Everyone Needs A Hug, Castiel Needs a Hug (Supernatural), The Winchesters Need to Use Their Words (Supernatural), Castiel Needs Help (Supernatural), Humor, Flowers, Language of Flowers, Love, Love Confessions, Declarations Of Love, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I Wrote This While Listening to EPIC: The Musical, How Do I Tag, I Made Myself Cry, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Why Did I Write This?, Castiel is Not Oblivious (Supernatural), Points of View, POV Multiple, Everyone Has Issues read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/G3fIRrb
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The Cotoner Family Aesthetic.
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Aquellos que buscan el control para una utopía en medio del caos, manteniendo el poder en sus manos para guiar a las pobres ovejas.
Una familia, un legado transmitido de generación en generación. Los que están en la cima están destinados a brindar satisfacción, sin importar el costo.
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Hombres y mujeres que llevaron esta Cruz con orgullo, con mentes agudas y voluntades inquebrantables. Fue gracias a ellos que la Orden llegó hasta donde está, y aún con tantos... Obstáculos, resurgieron de los pedazos rotos dejados por estos anarquistas. Somos la cara de esta victoria, somos la prueba de que nunca podrán detener nuestro poder ni nuestra verdad. Lucharemos hasta que caiga el último de nosotros.
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The House of Cotoner is a Spanish Noble House known for it's services towards the crown and army until the XX Century. Two of it's branches, however, are composed by Templars and their allies.
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Hailing from Siena, in Tuscany, the family was of good wealth and held status of Lordship, having moved from Italy to the Kingdom of Marjoca in the 14th Century. It is speculated the branch of the family that stayed in Tuscany becamed part of the Tuscan Rite.
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Bernardo Cotoner was the first ever registrated member of the Family in Spain, and while his role within the Order were not reported, surviving letters reveal he made plenty of donations to the Order, along with having in his inner circle, many noticable Master Templars of the time.
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His son, Nicolas Cotoner y Genovard would continue his father's steps, assuring the Family's closiness to the Order at each generation. It is known Nicolas Cotoner had three sons, one of which would achieve a great high-rank within the military of the Kingdom of Marjoca. From then on, it was clear the Family had bigger plans for themselves.
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It was Nicolas' Great-Grandson, Antonio Cotoner y Vallobar who would rise the family's status. His bloodline, now having been part of the Rite for at least 3 generations, made his life philosophy be the Tenets of the Order. He was a brilliant man with grand ideas, well-read and ruthless, he quickly climbed the social leader, and was appointed Ambassador of Marjoca by Phillip II. With this influence, he would become one of the trusted man of the Spanish Grandmaster Alonso de Santiago.
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He would go to have four children. Three of which would continue their devotion to the Spanish Rite. His youngest son, Bernardo Luis Cotoner y Ballester would become an Inquisitor appointed of the Kingom of Sardina, and General Inquisitor of the Kingdoms of Marjoca, Aragon, Valencia and the County of Barcelona. A Master Templar, acting under the instructions of the Grandmaster up until his death by the hands of the Assassins in Sicily.
His older son, Marc Antoní Cotoner y de Santmartí, would marry a fellow Templar, Señorita Teresa Augusta de Oleza, giving birth to Rafael Cotoner y Oleza and his brother, Nícolas Cotoner y Oleza, to whom both would rise as Grandmasters of the Order of Malta, an affiliated organization allied with the Order.
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Both would go to have children and descendents, to who the noble Templar Marcos Antonio Cotoner y Sureda , Nícola's grandson would be mentioned. After the increase expand of the Assassins Influences across Spain, he was the one responsable for killing all Assassins that were active in Palma de Mallorca, making the Brotherhood temporarely retreat from the Balearic Islands.
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Another one of Antonio's children was Marta Alejandra Cotoner y Santmartí, Marc's younger twin sister. She was not a famous Templar Master, but she was reported to work her influences and charms on the Court, particularly the favour of King Phillip II and his wife, Elizabeth of Valois. It was speculated she had many affairs within the Court, and many of her surviving letters indicate she took the role of an informant. She is credited as one of the responsables to uncover the allies of the Assassins, many of which were condemned to death. Most of her descendents, nowdays, refuse to part-take in anything related to the Order or the Brotherhood, the most noticable one is Fernando Cotoner y Chacón, Lieutenent at the Carlist Wars. While taking part of the conflict in the Moderate Party, he still had many of the Rites Principles within him, seeing by his refusal to assist the Assassins. It is believed this comes from his Grandfather, another Cotoner from the Templar Branch.
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They have been involved since the begining: The Inquisition, the Patronship of the many Conquistadors, such as Francisco Pizarro, Diego Columbus, and many other Templar Allies. The "Purge " orchastrated by The Assassin's Mentor across Spain, almost whipping off all their influence. The conflicts with The Ottoman Empire and the Ottoman Brotherhood in the mid 17th Century. The search for the Tizona, the Sword wield by El Cid and believed to be a Piece of Eden, in the 18th Century... And the Carlists Wars, their most recent plan. Reach the control of the crown, bring Don Carlos to the throne, and wipe off Isabella, seeing how the Queen and her mother sympathized with the Assassins and their cause.
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However they were ruined by those bastard traitors. The off-spring of that wench who married the Assassin. The Morisco.
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Yet still, their legacy continues, with the current Head of the Family Branch being Master Esteban Felipe Cotoner y Camões, Marquess of Villamayor, and his children. And they will make sure that nothing stands in their way, even in another Kingdom...
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#assassin's creed#assassin's creed: syndicate#assassin's creed oc#assassin's creed syndicate oc#OC Lore#OC Family#Spanish Rite of the Templar Order#Templar Order#Cotoner Family#AC Cotoner Family#Cotoner Family of Templars#(Most of the people here are real btw)#(But I'm trying to fit them in each ideology and all)#Sol's Family#Spanish Inquisition#Carlists Wars#Sol's Ancestors#My Aesthetic#Assassin's Creed Sanctity#Aiza_Luna_OCs#My OCs#OC: Teresa Augusta de Oleza#OC:Marta Alejandra Cotoner y Santmartí#OC: Marquess Esteban Felipe Cotoner y Camões#Master Templars#Templar OCs
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literally same, specially when I have free time is like “well I’ll just watch a couple” y termino ya en la mitad del arco o por terminarlo 🤡JAJAAAJ it was good arc tho, it just made me cry LOL
SO THATS WHERE I HEARD IT!!!!! Okay gracias porque si sentía que me estaba volviendo loca y casi me pongo a escuchar cada ost en orden JAJAJA pero si binks no sake en violin si me pone en llanto😭🫶🏽
si tengo preguntas JAJAJA pero prefiero tenerlas y tratar de no ver tanto spoiler para disfrutar el plot:’) de Law ya no tanto misterio porque ya llegué and I get the hype but he also looks kindy silly imo, lo vi y dije “Law tuvo un tumblr emo en el 2012 and he stuck with the vibe” JAJAJAJA
quisiera decir que está bien y solo es un anime but god I’m not your strongest soldier 🥲 JAJAJAJAJA sigo revisando ocasionalmente la guía que encontré para ver en orden por las películas (ay me encantó Strong World<3) pero aunque no la haya revisado ya presiento que estos arcos son los decisivos
it’s doing pretty good for me!! There were some weeks I realized it still hurt when try to sleep on that side pero volví a aplicarme neomicina como por una semana y desde ahí ya ningún problema🫡✨ ALSO did you see the Mackenyu apparently has a whole clothing brand and released some merch?? Yo dije “yo sé que sin duda todo va a estar caro, pero quiero ver si sacó los aretes” y pues, efectivamente están increíblemente JAJAJAJAJA
lastimosamente, si soy JAJAJAJA yo sé que objetivamente no estoy vieja porque no es como que esté en mis 40s-70s BUT STILL sometimes it feels like I have the back and the knees of a grandma💀 but let’s hope working out more frequently helps with that lol
(acabo de recordar que no lo mencioné y solo lo pensé, pero también me encanta nuestro spanglish JAJAJAJAJ)
gonna put everything (the other ask too) on a read more because we're getting long LMFAO
siii si no fuese pq obligué a mi hermano a ver el live action jamás me habría dado cuenta AJJAJAJ that's the good thing about watching everything more than once i guess you start noticing things you didn't before
emo law my beloved he gets even more emo gotta love that dude. pero sí es mejor tener preguntas q después se te responden solas q spoilearte ajajaj
ay yo aún no veo las películaaaaaaaaaas. i told myself i would watch them as soon as i was done with the anime and yet here i am for some reason putting them off LMFAO i'm like i have nothing to do should i watch the movies? and then i don't
i did saw his collection!!!! i saw people complaining about how expensive it was and i was like ............. my guys it literally says there luxury brand LMAO pq claro puedes encontrar los aritos más baratos en etsy o lo q querai, pero entre q estai pagando por la marca en sí y también la marca registrada de one piece obvio q te va a salir un ojo de la cara AJAJJAJ i saw the hoodies and they were soooo pretty and honestly worth that kind of money. also all the characters had their own spin on the logo of the brand and i thought it was so cute good for him for making this collab tbh
no pero estoy igual AJAJAJJA not even 30 yet and my hip and back are just Fucked, hopefully working out will turn out better for you than for me LSDHGL
i'm not gonna spoil anything but they have even more Moments together and i just could go a little insane about them (i could go a little insane about all of sanji's relationships but that's another thing al together)
oda knows how powerful sanji would be with a decent wanted poster so he needs to humble him in more than one way LMFAO. y siiii de verdad amo como logra hablar de tantos temas tan variados de la manera q lo hace, pq tampoco parecen fuera de lugar todo tiene demasiado sentido con la historia de verdad 10/10
dude the way i was Sobbing when that happened they made it so sad and just heart breaking because no one could do shit about it and it was literally the only time luffy was like dude we gotta run away or else and yet he still couldn't save them
some people genuinely ship them like to the point of actually wanting them to end up together and i'm like ??????? luffy cares about her but not like That just let her be delulu and honestly a huge help
no pero esq todas sus islas son literalmente tan buenas para cada uno de ellos AJAJAJ son todo lo q necesitan y no diré mucho más pq spoilers :) admitiré q no me gusta la manera q interpretan por así decirlo a las drag queens, pero pucha q me reí igual parte de mi estaba como es lo q se merece sanji por ser tan tonto a veces JAJAAJ
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I HAVE BEEN W A I T I N G FOR THIS QUESTION PLEASE. (they're almost all in spanish oops sorry but still)
*cracks knucles*
FVN! by LVL1 -
"I just wanna have sex in a car" Honda Oddsey hello??? It's just so Logan being feral, slicing stuff with his claws, being a WHORE OF A MAN AND also some lines like "Pa mi niña nomas" is so him doing anything for Wade uashhshs
Enamorado tuyo by Cuarteto de Nos -
Its just so Logan being in love with Wade but kinda pretending he's not... ahsghsh
my fav lines are "Porque casi nunca llamo, para decir que te amo... y mas de una vez lo hice a un número equivocado" (Because I rarely call to say I love you... and more than once I called the wrong number) idk its just so silly and fitting
"Casi nunca nadie dice que yo estoy enamorado tuyo" (Almost no one ever says I'm in love with you) THIS IS PEOPLE NOT EXPECTING THE WOLVERINE to fall for crazy deadpool
"Raramente desespero por tenerte aquí a mi lado, y eso no significa que tenga un significado" (I rarely get desperate to have you by my side, and that doesn't mean it has a meaning) Him pretending his ass doesn't wanna be with Wade all the time
"Y si crees que amor yo siento, por favor no hagas pamento. No comentes con tu gente sobre nuestro asunto" (And if you think love is what I feel, please don't make a scene. Don't talk with your people about our situation) Wade just being really good at reading his ass and talking with the girls about Logan bahahh and Logan's embarrassed
Loco (Tu Forma De Ser) by Los Auténticos Decadentes -
Literally Deadpool being an insane disaster and Logan being in love with that.
"Te burlaste de todos, te reiste de mi. Tus amigos se escaparon de vos." (You made fun of everybody, you laughed at me. Your friends left you behind) Wade being the haha funny guy that everyone hates bc his insults are VERY directed but Logans just like weirdly fond of it
"Viniste a mi, tomaste de mi copa. Me sonreíste así, nadando en tu demencia... no sabía que hacer, te traté de besar, me pegaste un sopapo y te pusiste a llorar" (You came to me, drank from my cup and smiled at me, swimming in your insanity. I didn't know what to do, I tried to kiss you, you punched me and started crying) Like?? come on he would
Lonely by Brad sucks -
Totally not here bc I'm planning a PMV with it no-
BUT Logan being lost, far from home. Deadpool finds him and he gets a home.
"He wasn't scared" deadpool in the reactor
"He was terrified" Logan outside trying to get it
"He was alone" Deadpool trying to connect both tubes
"He was sure, he was going to die alone" Deadpool struggling to put them together, realizing he's going to die and he can't even save his world
"He felt a tear, and he multiplied" Logan holding his hand
"He let go and it felt... kind of like going.... home" Them on the ruins looking at each other THEY HAVE FOUND A HOMEEEE
hello to whoever sees this - what songs remind you of poolverine? super duper uber serious fuckin question i need it
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look, they JUST got this new dad, they’re not gonna give him up so easily, even for a quick supply run.
the charrerías are @bmoshh’s.
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you could read this fic on AO3 too <3 ´´el sin nombre escape´´by lesvi
hello <3 here to do gods work cause there like few pics of Valeria x fem!reader out here, why is no one doing more of lovely el sin nombre, im such a lesbian for her lord. amor de mi vida fr fr. English is not my first language so please tell me if I used something incorrectly thanks!
*flashbacks to the capture of El sin nombre*
``How do you two know each other?´´.
Graves said while grabbing a chair for Valeria, demanding her to sit down, waiting for an answer from Alejandro.
´´Know is a strong word´´.
Y/N could hear some of the conversation from outside the room, you knew some things here and there when she spent more time on places and conversations you shouldn't have heard, just for curiosity, about this big mission, the unit was going after Las Almas cartel. If you asked Y/N 10 years ago where she saw herself in the future, the army wasn't specially the best thing you had planned for your future, but oh well here you are, hearing some unpleasant conversation the boys really were angry about. You could hear Alejandro practically snapping back to Graves, at least you weren't the man they just captured, was it?.
´´Las palabras fuertes son importantes, nuestra palabra es nuestro valor.´´
You heard a feminine voice, but from where? You did recognize it from somewhere…no way, valeria?. You accidentally open the door from the room and you could see the boys staring at you.
“Dios, Y/N this is not a place for you right now, it’s dangerous go back to your assigned work” Alejandro talked back with a seriously cold attitude.
All you could do is stare, no feelings, no movements, no nothing, plain stare right through your so called girlfriend. She was sitting down in a chair, you didn’t say anything of course you didn’t want to ruin her safety… or yours.
Valeria stared back at you in disbelief all these months of you two spending time with each other without mentioning each other's jobs has finally come to the answers why. You left in a hurry trying to process what the fuck just happen.
``No me jodas, valeria? Es el sin nombre…´´ (No fucking way, valeria is El Sin nombre?).
Y/N was rushing through the whole base, trying to stay away as far as she could from Valeria and the whole mess it caused, will this mean they could hurt her? I mean Alejandro could never, but as far as she knew 141 was going for this so called mission to take el sin nombre down, sure she knew soap, but ghost, especially graves, wasn't so sure after all you been a year in the base she couldn't possibly know that much about the boys.
overthinking again.
But was if they hurt her.
What if they hurt Valeria?.
You couldn't bear the thoughts of her girlfriend pleading for help, sure by now this meant if you were going to save Valeria. This action will have consequences, but you'll do anything for her, even if this means your safety and job are compromised. Y/N needed a plan, and a good one if she wanted to get Valeria out and safe, is better if you do what you does the best, watch from afar and seek an opening for, to act out. So that's what you did, you watched from a distance a close room near where they kept valeria, to be exact it was in front the building cell Valeria was, Y/N was called to clean some gunship it was perfect time since from a window you could see the building Valeria was captive, you needed to act now cause they will move Valeria to a more high security cell, waiting for the man to come out, her number one priority was going to be valeria.
Waited until the sun started coming down, the base was highly alert but at this point more calmed
Y/N placed some guns down that were finished cleaning, grabbed her bag with some clothes, a small pistol, and food, after all just in case someone saw her she needed to run too. Rushing to the building Valeria was, she analyzed some movements from afar so she wouldn't get caught, she charged through the stairs trying to make little to none noise at all. Walking reading the number of the cells, she overheard Valeria cell number actually, finally something she can work out.
``Cell 366… where are you Val?..´´Y/N hummed.
Lost in her thoughts, you still had no clue what you're gonna tell valeria, oh hey i know you're a drug dealer, war criminal, terrorist, but oh well still love you? Don't kill me?. That was stupid, but you still fought, maybe just maybe, Valeria was still there, the thought of her valeria, sweet and harsh woman, Y/N knew Valeria job wasn't a normal job after all, but never like this. This will either end in you being killed or seriously hurt physically or mentally. What if you were just a toy for valeria, a pretty doll she could use for some months then get rid of, after all she had money, Valeria could get anything she wanted, Y/N was probably easy to replace.
366.
You were here, Y/N panted, didn't even know how many stairs you rushed through to get here, is now or never, grabbed the key you stole from some asleep soldier to open the cell door. Quickly, big footsteps were from across the room, closer and closer each time, until you finally opened the cell.
Y/N was pinned down to a wall, the grip from a hand into your face, blocking you to speak, the door closed by now, so whatever guard just passed by didnt even notice you. Your chest going up and down, breathing hard, your heart pounding, is this probably the end?, Valeria could easily kill you by now and get through the door.
´´Y/N?...´´Valeria looked back at you.
She loses her grip and takes steps back to give you space. Her gaze softened as soon as she saw it was actually you and not some nasty old man trying to get information from her by whipping her to the ground.
``Valeria, dios mio que te hicieron?´´ (Valeria, my god what they did to you?)
You placed a hand into her bleeding bicep, Valeria hissed in pain.
´´Im sorry, i should've come earlier and stop them´´ Y/N said.
You looked back worrying about Valerias wounds, they weren't that bad, or fatal, but that will for sure leave marks. Valeria cupped your face with her hands.
´´No. mi vida, i already told you i'd never involucrate you in my… job, i want you safe´´
´´Val i need to get you out of here, the things i've heard from disgusting man, i'm scared, i just wanna go back to your room… you and i having a safe and quiet place´´
You fought the tears back, it wasn't the moment to look weak, not in front from el sin nombre.
``I- i don't even know how i got here i practically zoned out the whole trip, i just– you're the whole reason why los vaqueros were after.. el sin nombre´´
You practically whispered the last name, a part of you was still in disbelief, but the other part was still in love of Valeria Garza, El sin nombre was just another person for you.
´´Dont.´´ Valeria looked right through you
´´Don't what?´´you reply back, confused.
´´Don't say the name like that– like if is another person Y/N, that also me, that also Valeria, didn't i told you? it was complicated when you asked where i go those days i'm not home, where i work, im El Sin Nombre.´´
Valeria pinned you down to the wall yet again, focusing her gaze on you, right through you. Shit. How you loved her gaze all over your body. Your breathing accelerated again, both faces so close, you evaded her gaze, facing down.
´´I- I know…’’ Y/N mumbled.
Valeria lifts an eyebrow, she's testing you.
´´Oh really.?´´ Valeria reply back.
Grabbing a strand of your hair, by her hands, putting it close to her face.
´´Why are you nervous then, cariño?´´ Valeria said with a cocky grin.
One hand pinned into the wall blocking you to move, the other was starting to move through your body, slowed down to your waist, she started drawing patterns. Your whole body had a slight shiver, one thing you loved about her is the way she handles you, the way she make you lose everything.
´´You know… the moment i saw you staring back at me, i couldn't read you, not at all, for a moment i was genuinely scared, petrified, not for the place i was, but for you, i thought you hated me. You don't, do you?´´
Valeria said, placing her hand into Y/N inner thigh.
``Id never hate you, amor´´
´´Belive me how bad i want you to fuck me right now, but is getting late we need to get out of here´´. Y/N said.
Valeria hummed back, placing her hand into the seam of your pants.
´´I don't think so, after all you owe me you didn't come earlier, remember?´´ Valeria mumbled into your ear, sending shivers all over your body.
She came closer and kissed your lips, it started slow, but quickly escalated into a passionate kiss, she grabbed your ass and took you to the bed in her cell. She placed you down.
´´How much i missed you cielo, you're mine now´´ Valeria said.
Pinning you down to the hard mattress, she was on top of you, adrenaline hitting you up, you were about to get literally fucked in a cell, wasnt the best place but you needed her so bad, after all you havent seen her in weeks, since she was scaping from the military.
She kissed your chest, grabbing your shirt by the hem and folding it up to get it out of you, kissing you from the neck mumbling sweet nothings in spanish. You noticed her hand drawing patterns in your abdomen slowly going lower, she looked at you asking for permission, you hummed in response.
Her hand lowed down to your underwear.
´´Me nesecitas tanto amor?, you're so wet just for me´´ (Do you need me that much?)
You whimper when you felt her hand press against your wetness , she usually teases you, but now you're both as needy.
`´Oh, please, I- val i need you..´´you moaned into her ear.
``I know cariño.. Just be patient and we will have more time alone back at my place, huh? How you like that´´.
She slides her finger inside your underwear, you moaned in response, started doing an up and down motion.
``Hmm, you know i missed you so much…´´ Valeria gazes you up and down, pulling her hand from your underwear drawing circles in your breasts.
´´What if we continue this back home amor?´´. Valeria said.
You couldn't speak, just nodded, the way this woman had so much power over you, you know you loved her so much, you'll kill for her, and you knew she would do the same for you too.
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Do we have Lupe’s letter yet?
Here’s what I got from trying to read cursive.

Mi vida,
Estoy en Illinois ahora[…]
[…]
de pruebas y yo le gané a […]
Chicas ¡Voy a ser la pitcher! ¡Estaré en las Rockford Peaches! De hecho - Casey Porter va a ser nuestro entrenador! Te acuerdas de él no? De los Cubs. Él dice que tengo mucho talento, y también que soy su favorita - mira!
Le muestras esto a Alma?
Por favor, usa esto para todo de la casa. Estoy ganando muy buen dinero aquí y pronto mandaré más.
Con todo mi amor,
Lupe.
—————-
My love,
I’m in Illinois now […]
[…]
Tryouts and I won over […]
girls. I’m going to be the Pitcher! I’m going to be in the Rockford Peaches! Actually, Casey Porter is going to be our coach! You remember him, don’t you? From the Cubs. He says I’m really talented, and also that I’m his favorite - look!
Could you show this to Alma?
Please, use this for the household expenses. I’m making real good money here, and I’ll send more soon enough.
With all my love,
Lupe.
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Al igual que las flores que florecieron dentro de ti Nuestro amor por ti Floreció.
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/d3sRHS1 by Cj2356 Castiel sabia que estaba condenado desde el primer momento en que bajo. Así que no se sorprendió cuando vio flores en sus manos. O mejor conocido como el amor de castiel creció a lo largo de los años, y como logro conmover a Dios, sin siquiera saberlo. Words: 6296, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, God | Chuck Shurley, Gabriel (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Jack Kline, Castiel & Claire Novak, Castiel & God | Chuck Shurley Additional Tags: Canon Rewrite, Canon Universe, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Bad Parent God | Chuck Shurley, God | Chuck Shurley is Castiel's Parent, God | Chuck Shurley Redemption, Good Parent God | Chuck Shurley, God | Chuck Shurley Tries, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, God | Chuck Shurley Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel and Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester are Jack Kline's Parents, Good Friend Sam Winchester, Protective Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester Friendship, Minor Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Minor Michael/Adam Milligan, Mentioned Lucifer (Supernatural), Castiel is Saved from the Empty (Supernatural), The Empty (Supernatural), Castiel Out of the Empty (Supernatural), Hanahaki Disease, Castiel Has Feelings for Dean Winchester, Castiel Has Self-Worth Issues (Supernatural), Castiel Has Secrets (Supernatural), Castiel Has Self-Esteem Issues (Supernatural), Sam Winchester Has a Crush on Gabriel, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Dean Winchester Can't Say "I Love You", Dean Winchester Prays to Castiel, Dean Winchester Has Abandonment Issues, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Fallen Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels, Angst and Humor, Everyone Needs A Hug, Castiel Needs a Hug (Supernatural), The Winchesters Need to Use Their Words (Supernatural), Castiel Needs Help (Supernatural), Humor, Flowers, Language of Flowers, Love, Love Confessions, Declarations Of Love, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I Wrote This While Listening to EPIC: The Musical, How Do I Tag, I Made Myself Cry, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Why Did I Write This?, Castiel is Not Oblivious (Supernatural), Points of View, POV Multiple, Everyone Has Issues read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/d3sRHS1
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Al igual que las flores que florecieron dentro de ti Nuestro amor por ti Floreció.
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/UHdltvP by Cj2356 Castiel sabia que estaba condenado desde el primer momento en que bajo. Así que no se sorprendió cuando vio flores en sus manos. O mejor conocido como el amor de castiel creció a lo largo de los años, y como logro conmover a Dios, sin siquiera saberlo. Words: 6296, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, God | Chuck Shurley, Gabriel (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Jack Kline, Castiel & Claire Novak, Castiel & God | Chuck Shurley Additional Tags: Canon Rewrite, Canon Universe, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Bad Parent God | Chuck Shurley, God | Chuck Shurley is Castiel's Parent, God | Chuck Shurley Redemption, Good Parent God | Chuck Shurley, God | Chuck Shurley Tries, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, God | Chuck Shurley Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel and Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester are Jack Kline's Parents, Good Friend Sam Winchester, Protective Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester Friendship, Minor Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Minor Michael/Adam Milligan, Mentioned Lucifer (Supernatural), Castiel is Saved from the Empty (Supernatural), The Empty (Supernatural), Castiel Out of the Empty (Supernatural), Hanahaki Disease, Castiel Has Feelings for Dean Winchester, Castiel Has Self-Worth Issues (Supernatural), Castiel Has Secrets (Supernatural), Castiel Has Self-Esteem Issues (Supernatural), Sam Winchester Has a Crush on Gabriel, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Dean Winchester Can't Say "I Love You", Dean Winchester Prays to Castiel, Dean Winchester Has Abandonment Issues, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Fallen Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels, Angst and Humor, Everyone Needs A Hug, Castiel Needs a Hug (Supernatural), The Winchesters Need to Use Their Words (Supernatural), Castiel Needs Help (Supernatural), Humor, Flowers, Language of Flowers, Love, Love Confessions, Declarations Of Love, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I Wrote This While Listening to EPIC: The Musical, How Do I Tag, I Made Myself Cry, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Why Did I Write This?, Castiel is Not Oblivious (Supernatural), Points of View, POV Multiple, Everyone Has Issues read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/UHdltvP
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It's a fanficker AU Bitches
A silly alternate universe in which Yuu, in their despair, stress and total boredom with everything, decide to go online in search of the only thing that consoled them in their original world.
fanfics.
And not just any kind of fanfics. Y/N fanfics with any famous or important figure of the new world who was forced to live.
They are bored and it will make it everyone's problem (they should have let them rest when they had the chance 🙂)
-Grimm is the first to find out, but since he has no idea it's a fanfic he thinks Yuu is just reading a book online (like the nerd he swears they are) -The adeuce duo are the ones that follow and are… confused to say the least. (“Your life must be very boring if that's what you read to kill time” “don't be rude ace, what they read is not our problem… no matter how weird it is”) -They just don't understand what good literature is! >:'( -Somehow Grimm ends up spreading the information and now the whole school knows that they are weirdos who read things of dubious origin -Don't listen to them, they're just haters -Yuu yells "Hypocrisy!" when he sees some ignihyde student making fun of them. -Vil refuses to look them in the eye and decides to pretend that Yuu doesn't exist to save himself headaches and have as calm a school year as possible. He has Rook in his bedroom and that's the only psycho he'll tolerate. -Too bad for you pretty boy! Guess who you'll be seeing every day for (I don't remember how long) the next few weeks?
Español bajo el corte.
Un universo alterno tonto en el que Yuu en su desesperacion, estres y aburrimiento total de todo decide entrar a internet en busca de lo unico que los consolaba en su mundo original.
Fanfics.
Y no cualquier tipo de Fanfics. Los fanfics de Y/N con cualquier famoso o figura importante del nuevo mundo al que se le obligó a vivir.
Ellos están aburridos y lo convertirá en el problema de todos (debieron de dejarlos descansar cuando tuvieron la oportunidad 🙂)
-Grimm es el primer en enterarse, pero como no tiene ni idea de que es un fanfic cree que Yuu solo está leyendo un libro online (como el nerd que él jura que ellos son)
-El dúo adeuce son los que siguen y están… confundidos por decirlo así. (“Tu vida debe ser muy aburrida si eso es lo que lees para matar el tiempo” “no seas grosero ace, lo que ellos leen no es nuestro problema… por muy raro que sea”)
-¡Ellos solo no entienden lo que es buena literatura! >:’(
-De alguna forma Grimm termina esparciendo la información y ahora toda la escuela sabe que son unos raros que leen cosas de dudosa procedencia
-No les hagan caso, solo son Haters
-Yuu grita “¡Hipocresía!” cuando ve a algún estudiante de ignihyde burlarse de ellos.
-Vil se niega a mirarlos a los ojos y decide fingir que Yuu no existe para ahorrarse dolores de cabeza y tener un año escolar lo más tranquilo que se pueda. Tiene a Rook en su dormitorio y ese el único psicópata que tolerara.
-¡Pues mal por ti chico bonito! ¿Adivina a quién verás todos los días por (no recuerdo cuanto tiempo) las próximas semanas?
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst au#twst headcanons#twst yuu#vil twst#vil schoenheit#twst ace#ace trappola#twst deuce#deuce spade#twst grim
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