#hola amigues

[svnmih]

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Hola, amigues de Latinotiktok. Sé que su inbox no es para esto (en realidad no sé bien para qué es su inbox xD), pero he visto a personas pedir recomendaciones de cosas varias por acá.

Así que quiero usar su influencia para invokar a todas las y los colombianos. Una amiga va para sus tierras y nos quiere traer cafecito de allá, y quisiera saber si tienen alguno preferido o que recomienden.

Muchas gracias y abracito 🤍

¿Recomendaciones?

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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬 𝓛𝓞𝓥𝓔 𝓜𝓔 L̸̼̞̰͘O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝Ṽ̴̮̻̼̙̋͐̿̋̌̇̊E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ

⚠︎︎𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸⚠︎︎

𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢!𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 ’𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝’ 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚃𝚆! 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢/𝚗, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨, 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷

Part 2

You wake up from your sleep, already in the REM state dreaming about all kinds of things combined with weird other stuff. It’s a sound, a very unfamiliar yet familiar one that is making your legs rise from the bed and put your ear against the thin cement wall to indulge in your curiosity and because you’re debating whether or not you should complain. Heavy breathing, slapping and……did you just hear your name come out as a moan?

You feel a shiver run down your spine as your curiosity morph into terror. Why did your superior just moan your name? Why did Ghost think of you in that sort of way? You instantly connects the dots until you get a full picture of what’s going on the other side of the wall and the reason…it’s because of you.

You throw yourself into your bed and the uneasiness poking at you, making the hair on your neck rise - not from excitement, but because of the immense uncomfortableness by the repulsive behaviour of your supervisor. All sorts of thoughts runs through your head, mostly thoughts about how to stop this madness, how to end it in an appropriate way that wouldn’t hurt any of you. But how though?

You pick up your phone to text your friend, in dire need of help. The exhaustion is almost unbearable, prompting you to resume to the slumber, but determination easily overpowers that decision that would later been proven to be dumb.

‘Hola, Alejandro. You up?’

You fidget with your fingers, the amount of adrenaline that runs course through your veins as the impatience is at its finest breaking point. 5 minutes go by and you feel lumps of agony forming in the pits of your stomach.

‘Ey, amigue ¿Estas bien?’

‘Alejandro, I need your help. Por favor’

‘Claro, ¿Qué es?’

‘I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend’

‘What? Por qué?’

‘Please help just this once 🙏’

‘Vale 👍’

‘Gracías, hermano’

You let out a sigh of relief, but Ghost’s loud gasps and moans is keeping you awake. Not even pressing the pillows against your ears or humming your favorite songs does the job to shut out the disturbing noises. It takes a whole fucking hour until the sounds slowly stops, that’s when you can finally shut your eyes in peace and finally think clearly, instantly succumbing to sleep. You make yourself a promise that night. To stay as far as way from Ghost as possible and to ask Price to give you a room that’s far away from Ghost’s. Damn, you really itch to get one night of peace without any sounds that’s supposed to sexually arouse a person, but instead disgusts you since it’s coming from your superior.

“What do you mean ‘why’? He’s fucking jerking off in the middle of the night, disturbing my sleep. Price, please let me switch rooms with someone else” You beg impatiently while standing in your sleepwear, leaning against Price’s desk, slamming your hand against it in anger to try to somehow convince Price.

“Y/n, all the rooms have been given out for this mission. I cannot change ‘em, I’m sorry. That is unless someone’s willing to share with you” Price clicks with his pen, leaning back against his chair not seeming fazed at all by the situation.

“Fine then!” Your patience has been running incredibly low, now it has vanished. Alejandro is your closest friend, surely he’ll be kind enough to let you crash there for now until the rooms are changed again.

You slam the door to your room behind you and pull out a bag from your closet and begin packing. You open your underwear drawer only to stare in confusion at the lack of underwear. You’re supposed to have many more than the very few that you have. You scratch your head in bafflement as you search around the room for the missing ones. Where the hell have every one of them gone? You start to think back on where they started disappearing from you. The shower rooms, you always brought a fresh pair with you, but they always remained, but your worn, stained ones were the ones to disappear. Why’s that?

You have a training session in the sparring area with Soap, ignoring Ghost’s presence and his intense stares at you. They make you uncomfortable, making Soap always win against you as the amount of wariness and instincts instantly enabled as you try to both fight with Soap and control Ghost’s movements. If he head closer, you move back, if he goes anywhere near your gym bag you’ll confront him by being friendly of course. That giant man can easily overpower you, no problem at all.

Then you head towards the shower, carefully looking back to see if Ghost is following you, which he is but he’s extremely sneaky and clever about it. Always picking the closest person to him to strike up a random conversation with as you gaze back at him with suspicious eyes, then he’ll completely vanish as if he’s a real ghost when you take another look back. When you walk into the shower, you carefully watch from the shower curtain your bag that you placed on a visible display on a bench so you can easily see it. You wait, humming and pretending that you’re unaware that you can literally see Ghost taking silent, careful steps towards your bag and sneakily rummages through the stuff until he pulls out your worn underwear. You feel your heart drop to your feet and your whole body freeze in the shower as you see him taking a sniff before stuffing it in his pocket.

“Hey, what the fuck are you doing, you creep?!” You hear someone shout and Ghost offers them dead silence before rushing towards them. You can’t really see much more as the person is far away from your shower cubicle, but you can hear suffocating gasps and a loud bang then nothing, only the water dripping down the drain and your rough heartbeats of complete terror. Then you see the tall silhouette of Ghost running away, now with crimson stains on his gloved knuckle.

You heart beat hard against your ribs and by some unknown reason you hold your breath, fearing for what you might see when you step out of the shower. You stay another ten minutes trying to recollect the oxygen that has been missing from your lungs and the gruesome anxiety that is causing you a lot of pain. Every step you take out of the shower, the more difficult it become to suppress the trepidation while forcing your muscles to oblige to your commands to keep moving. Then as you finally gather the courage to let your eyes wander in front of you, you’re met with….nothing. Not a single trace of anyone getting harmed and maybe….the crimson was a design on Ghost’s gloves, hopefully. You don’t wanna relish on the thought, no need for another collection of nightmares, no need to be confronted by Ghost…

You sigh in relief as you dry yourself and get dressed, unaware that there’s a strangled corpse in the supply closet that is rotting at a very slow pace.

You notice Ghost has been following you around often, it’s almost as if he knows where you are, it’s almost as if you can’t hide from him. When you have been in the cafeteria, he’s sat down beside you staring at you as he eats his food, when he pulls his mask up to his nose, letting you see the visible display of his chin and lips that are stained with scars and a blonde stubble. You try to remain as calm and friendly as possible, pretending you haven’t seen him stealing a pair of your used underwear and strangled someone to death, being the cause of that person’s memorial, being the cause of someone’s grief. Everyone think it was a suicide, because Ghost had tied a noose around the person’s neck and hung them to the lamp. The fact that you have to try your very best to remain as friendly and respectful to this gruesome man when he’s literally following you around everywhere, it’s making your skin crawl and the heavy disgust of the tainted, murder act is making you wanna puke at his black, trench jacket.

He’s been standing behind you like a damn shadow and you’ve ignored his presence, despite the shivers that he sends down your spine, you’ve ignored the fact that he watch when you train with either Soap or Gaz. You’ve ignored the fact that he’s been responding rudely to them when they have commented on how he’s been staring at you with some ‘deer in headlights’ some ‘nice’ proverb, when it’s suppose to be ‘prey to the predator’ stare is what fits it much better. You’ve ignored the fact that he’s been jerking off every night and the loud moans and creaks of his bed keeping you awake once again, probably with your underwear that he’s stolen from you. You’ve ignored the fact that he’s been literally smelling the sofas and chairs you’ve sat on, thinking you haven’t noticed him when you’ve walked away. You’ve ignored the fact that his eyes have crinkled as if he’s smiling underneath that balaclava when you’ve been making jokes with Soap and Gaz. You’ve not ignored the fact that you’ve pulled so many fake smiles against Ghost to not raise his suspicions, despite the intense agony and fear you feel whenever Ghost is near and its growing because of his sudden approaches. And you hate his presence more than anything.

You didn’t even invite Ghost to poker night, you even made up lies that Ghost had told you that he’s not into that stuff, despite their pleads for you to go get him. You refuse to, but you can’t tell them that, because they’re his friends too - unfortunately. You start to feel a bit parched so you make your way into the kitchen to get yourself a nice mug of your favorite beverage. Enjoying the delicous taste and savouring every sip, until you notice Ghost lurking around in the kitchen and when you ‘spot’ him, you force that friendly smile once again despite the buildup in your throat and the fear strangling your heart that is beating fast as an act of rebellion against it restraints.

“Wassup, Ghost. All’s good?” You try to sound as friendly as possible while giving him a pat on the shoulder, even if it disgust you to touch him. So you take a sip from the mug to ease the anxiety a bit, to distract yourself from his intimidation with its good tasting ingredients that falls perfectly on your tongue.

“Ay-aye, all’s good” He’s even blushing underneath the balaclava, gosh, this man is sick. You invisibly glare.

“Y/n, we’re missin ye” Soap shout from the other room and you internally sigh in relief and silently thanking Soap for saving you.

“Somethin goin on?” Ghost asks and you feel the knot in your stomach return and the air in your lungs clogging, but still you keep your cool.

“Me, Soap, Gaz and my darling (Alejandro) are having a poker night. You can join if you’d like” You plead in silence that Ghost doesn’t comply.

“No thanks” And you’re finally at ease when he rushes away, you try to remain friendly while calling out to him just to not raise suspicion. But you felt relief spread over you like a disease.

When poker night is over, you make your way over to your room to pack your bag to sleep in Alejandro’s room because you are in dire need of a full night with sleep, but you spot something at your door - a note. You pick up and your heart skips hundreds of beats.

𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨’𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭? 𝐍𝐨, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬. 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞? 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐃𝐎

/𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓

“What the fuck do I do now?” You panicky ask yourself, talking to yourself in order to try and soothe you, but the thought of Alejandro’s corpse in his room is what causes the intense fear and despair wash over you, as if you’re being showered in blood instead of pure, clean water.

“You can stop playing games, unless you wanna end up bitten” A familiar, uneasy dark voice replies and you know exactly who it is. You know what will happen, you can suddenly feel a severe smell of metal and see the splatter of crimson in the corner of your eyes as you slowly turn your head towards the blurry vision, unaware that tears of horror is streaming down your cheeks like the Amazon river.

“You’re mine now, there’s no ‘darling’ anymore….but me” You hear the loud steps as his vicious presence becomes more stronger by mere seconds and you can’t move. Your ability to move your muscles is abandoning you and the only part of you that is rebelling at the frozen state is your mind. You know you have to move, run and never return if you don’t wanna end up in his clutches. But somehow….you can’t.

Ghost: LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME

𝐘𝐨𝐮: Someone please save me save me save me.

N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝E̵̪͐̌̕ͅṼ̴̮̻̼̙̋͐̿̋̌̇̊E̵̪͐̌̕ͅR̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂ P̸͖͖͔̻̱͚̝̪̓̀̆̄̒̚L̸̼̞̰͘A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Y̸̢̨̭̟͍̫͉͊ W̴͔̏̕Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅH̸̪͊̒ T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅH̸̪͊̒E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝D̸̜̼̻̟̺̘͉͉̍̀̈ O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝F̷̡͍͔̺̙̊̋͋̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝D̸̜̼̻̟̺̘͉͉̍̀̈Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝ N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅT̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅE̵̪͐̌̕ͅR̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂ W̴͔̏̕H̸̪͊̒A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅ Y̸̢̨̭̟͍̫͉͊O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝Ù̸̺̓̀̓͒͑ D̸̜̼̻̟̺̘͉͉̍̀̈O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝ Ù̸̺̓̀̓͒͑N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝L̸̼̞̰͘E̵̪͐̌̕ͅŞ̸̜̦̦̦̓́̐̈́͆̅̇̚Ş̸̜̦̦̦̓́̐̈́͆̅̇̚ Y̸̢̨̭̟͍̫͉͊O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝Ù̸̺̓̀̓͒͑ W̴͔̏̕A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅ T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅO̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝ G̶̢̨̖͚̜̺̭̥̭͓̾̒̃̃̈̏͋͝E̵̪͐̌̕ͅT̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅ H̸̪͊̒Ù̸̺̓̀̓͒͑R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅ

Part 3:

[namu-en]

Hola, amigus.

여러분, 안녕하세요.

Esta semana les traigo estos dibujos, mismos motivos, lugares diferentes.

이번 주에는 제가 새로운 그림을 보여 줄게요. 똑같은데 위지가 달아요.

¿Qué cosas les gusta dibujar?

여러분은 어떤 것을 그리는 걸 좋아해요?

Si les gusta, compartan, comenten, denle like y así, yeiii

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[conobarco]

Hola amigue de tumblr. No te conozco, no me conoces.

Pero quiero contarte mi experiencia de alguien que antes detestaba a los televidentes de gran hermano, alguien que se creía moralmente superior por no dar bola a un programa voyeurista y culturalmente nefasto.

Un día se me dio por quedar viendo una gala. Estaba planchando, aburrida y agotada, sin ganas de poner a trabajar una sola neurona. Y me parecía tan estúpido el drama de la casa, tan ridículamente exagerado, era gracioso ver a esa gente pelearse como gladiadores en un coliseo iluminado por focos fresnel. Y después entre a twitter, y era tendencia una de las frases que se tiraron. Y había memes, gente defendiendo un lado u otro, y risas. Risas y lágrimas y felicidad.

Y entonces me di cuenta

Todos los que ven gran hermano saben de su jocosa pantomima. Es el escenario de un teatro popular donde jugamos a extrapolar miniedades. Los protagonistas lo saben, los panelistas también y el público más que nadie.

Y entonces me di cuenta

Ellos nunca me excluyeron de su felicidad, no les importaba mi pristina indiferencia, eran más grandes en sus periplo de fantasía que yo en mi pulcra intelectualidad. Jamás pensé que mi brillante mente, ávida de construcciones sociales hechas por analistas de reconocido carácter mundial, simplemente, nunca había podido entender el chiste, y así me sentí parte del mismo.

Y elegí reirme un poco.

Y así me di cuenta

Aguante Furia gran hermano papu😎

[elbiotipo]

Hola biotipo! Te molestaria que use algunas ideas de worldbuilding de tus posteos aca para hacer una partidita de ttrpg con amigues ambientada en un bs as postapocaliptico? Gracias!

No tengo ningún problema! Es más si me querés citar como inspiración estaría más que contento!

[shesthespinstersimmer]

New shop, new life (5)

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CONNIE: You ready?

MERCEDES: Almost.

CONNIE: I don't wanna mess it up.

MERCEDES: You're not gonna mess it up; all you gotta do is push the button on the side when I say 'go'.

Okay Dona, I'm ready! Just hit the button on the side. That's it.

CONNIE: That's it??

MERCEDES: Yeah. I'll do the rest.

[ RECORDING STARTS ]

MERCEDES: ¡ Hola amigues ! The new & improved Hermana Salon is ready to go! Official re-opening is next week.

You don't have to wait to book your appointments, though; just call the same number. And don't bother G at the tattoo shop, because she hates that.

As you can see by my shirt, we doing lashes now! So come in, ask for Mercedes - that's me, for those of you who don't know - and we'll hook you up. ¡ Hasta entonces !

[ RECORDING ENDS ]

MERCEDES: Okay, that's it - I just have to edit it, then I can post it.

CONNIE: You're a hidden wealth of talent, Mercedes.

( If you like the shirt, you can find it here 🖤🤘🏾)

[spanishskulduggery]

Hola y gracias para este blog. I had a question re: gendered adjectives. I know Latine is the preferred gender-neutral among a lot of Spanish speakers, over Latinx. Would that apply to other adjectives if they're describing someone who is a gender or non-binary? Por ejemplo, "X es muy alte" o "estoy cansade"? Is there a different way to describe people without gendering them? Or is this just something that really hasn't come up much in Spanish yet?

I can only speak on what I know and what I've seen, and a native speaker would probably be able to talk more about this.

The E is the most preferred way online at least and in queer communities, as the X has multiple problems

So, yes, especially online you'll see es muy alte or nosotres or things like that

It's less used in person and it's definitely not standard. The only way to be "gender neutral" is really to speak more impersonally

I say it in quotations because it's like es una persona muy alta "they're a very tall person", where la persona is still feminine but it's ambiguous. It's a lot of la/una persona or using alguien which is masculine

It's something that people constantly are trying to work around in Spanish and other gendered languages, but especially online people have really taken to the E

*Note: If you're using the E, be aware that there are some spelling changes that do happen - as an example, el amigo or la amiga goes to amigue in gender neutral with the E... these issues affect adjectives ending in C, G, and Z... which you'll probably see later on when you come across the -car, -gar, and -zar verbs; and it's for the same reason, just phonetics and spelling things according to Spanish phonemes [like GE is pronounced like HE, so a GUE is a harder G sound to correspond to amigo/amiga rather than saying essentially "ami-hay"]

In regular speech though, people try to be ambiguous but often times the "gender neutral" option in official Spanish tends to be masculine until otherwise specified; and for plural, it's often that you use masculine los/unos which is considered "collective" but not necessarily gender neutral strictly speaking

Also I don't know how common it still is but when I was growing up on the internet people used the @ sign a lot for when you were addressing people you didn't fully know like hola amig@s etc It's more difficult on certain social media sites where the @ [called la arroba in Spanish] is read as "at" by some readers, or you accidentally end up tagging someone because of how @ works now

[Official Spanish when talking about gender neutral tends to include both options like se busca un/una empleado/a "employee wanted" or they use words that are by themselves ambiguous or considered collective like hola todos which includes everyone, or words like equipo, grupo, gente, personal etc that are collective nouns]

[yasil-the-unconjugated]

Mayo 21-31

Hola!

Yo olvidé a escribir otra vez, y ahora yo escribo por diez días. En esta tiempo, yo traduzcó La Biblioteca de Babel, para Jorge Luis Borges, y es unos de mi historías favoritas. Despues, yo quiero traducir El Aleph y El Zahir, tambien para Jorge Luis Borges.

Yo hablo con mi amigue por praticar mi espanol, y yo quiero tambien tratare de pienso en espanol.

Ahora, yo pienso en ingles y espanol, pero quiero usar mi espanol a menudo más.

Dijiste a mi amigue que mi espanol mejoran mucho en dos més, porque yo leí los libros Argentinos y escribo para mi historía much

(hay una mujer que es el anticristo, pero es...un otro conversación)

[svnmih]

🌙

[latinotiktok]

hola amigues!! necesito ayuda por favor. estoy buscando el pdf o epub, lo que sea, de una traducción de la divina comedia por claudia fernandez publicada bajo editorial colihue, me pidieron esa versión específica para una clase de la facu. busqué por z-library pero no está, y no sé piratear muy bien 🫣 si alguno lo tiene o me puede dar tips para piratearlo me ayudarían a ahorrarme 60mil pesos 🙏🏻

!!! Alguien puede ayudar a anon? Y Dios 😭😭 qué caro

[inodorodepapas]

75/365

texto completo (no en llamas):

hola amigues-

he encontrado el generador de texto que está usado normalmente en algunos posts aquí. es muy divertido usar. voy a dejar el enlace abajo para todos ustedes <3

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y como he prometido, el enlace: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Burning

[moondiariesfrrr]

Hola amigues, vengo por acá a desahogar mis ganas de hablar de algo ya que a mis amigas las tengo HARTAS con el tema. Sucede que hace dos semanas entré al colegio de vacaciones de verano pero este año me tocó el turno vespertino (donde está la mayoría de mi generación, en el turno matutino sólo había un salón de 11vo que era el mío) por obvias razones comencé a notar a gente nueva y me llamó demasiado la atención un chico que ya había visto el año pasado, dejen les cuento como supe de su existencia porque amo esa historia. Pasa que en octubre del año pasado era la feria científica y ambos turnos participaron en la mañana, pasa que voy al la mesa del proyecto del salón de mi mejor amiga a saludarla, cuando ya me iba le di un abrazo a mi amiga (ella iba en la tarde en ese entonces y yo en la mañana) y un chico estaba detrás de nosotras me dice “y de mi no te vas a despedir?” y yo le dije “quién tu eres?” y mi amiga nos presenta pero luego me fui de una, la verdad yo no le tome importancia al chico y fue como algo muy equis en ese momento, semanas después saliendo del colegio mis amigas y yo salimos al centro a comprar unas cosas y en una tienda estaba él con su mamá y su hermana (por cierto, tiene una gemela) la cosa es que cuando lo vi le conté a mis amigas que el muchacho que estaban por allá (él) estaba lindo, justo cuando terminé de decir eso estaba él detrás de nosotras y nos preguntó que si le podíamos alcanzar algo de un estante frente a nosotras. Luego de eso no lo volví a ver más hasta la semana pasada que volvimos al colegio, y en el transcurso de la semana pasada me di cuenta que me gustaba, y me da tanta rabia que me guste porque nunca hemos hablado, lo que sé de él es por mi mejor amiga porque está en su salón. Yo voy todos los días emocionada con la esperanza de que aunque sea me voltee a ver. Se los juro que está tan bonitooo😭, tiene rulitos, cabello negro, blanquito, y lo mejor de todo y lo que me mata de un hombre TIENE TREMENDAS CEJAS HERMOSAS. Yo creo que ya sabe que me llama la atención, es que se los juro soy tan obvia, vieran como me pongo cuando me pasa a lado, me bugueo horrible, además que sus amigas han escuchado que se me hace lindo y me imaginoq que le contaron. Mi mejor amiga dice que lo más probable es que tenga novia, no quiera nada serio o sea gay, pero que tengo 0 oportunidades con él. Me pasaron su ig pero me da demasiada pena seguirlo porque ni siquiera de debe de acordar quien soy, además que ni lo usa, es de esos que no tienen redes sociales. Ojalá me salude algún día al menos, porque si él no lo hace por lo más que yo no lo voy a hacer, por mientras voy a seguir acosándolo en los recreos con mis amigas (mentira, sólo lo veo de lejos pq me da pena) es bien divertido tener un mini crush con alguien en el colegio, se los juro, en fin, también actualizaré cualquier interacción que tenga con él aunque a nadie le importa, total este blog es mi diario.

[tortademaracuya]

🌻 :]

en enero hice un jueguito con amigues (hola nolwen) y a la hora de elegir quienes le hacian las voces a los personajes hice ruidos raros en joda y terminaron asignandome al mapache. ahora de vez en cuando cuando estoy aburrido no puedo evitar hacer los mismos soniditos

[nobaraisalive]

ADARI SOY LA PEOR, FUE TU CUMPLE EL JUEVES Y ME OLVIDÉ DE SALUDARTE🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Así que feliz cumple reeeeeeee atrasado reina, te adoro y espero que hayas pasado un hermoso cumple con la gente que amas y que la rompieras con tu outfit 💁‍♀️💖💚🥳🥳🥂

*finjamos que hay una torta ahí en el gif*

Hola! Si fue el 5 pero hasta el miércoles estoy festejando así que estas a tiempo 😅 pasa cuando no podes coincidir con horarios y vas celebrando por grupo de amigues jeje

Mi satorrru ❤ no es lo mismo sin él

Estrené outfit, te dejo foto del vestido (con la modelo obvio) y mi torta

[dilvras]

hola hola, chiquis!! novita acá once again viniendo a presentarles a dilara, bajo el readmore les dejo la información sobre ella, en caso que a alguien le interese armar cositas con nosotras. voy de salida así que pido disculpas si hay algo raro, pero quería dejar esto antes de irme así a la vuelta les molesto con mensajitos ♡

dilara tosuc, tiene 27 años, trabaja en el ave azul y vive hace siete años en rdv. no tiene preferencia de apodos, así que pueden llamarla como quieran la verdad, pero si usan su nombre completo lo va a percibir raro (?

nació en los ángeles, viajó algunas veces a turquía, pero solo por vacaciones o cositas de ese estilo, todavía tiene familia de ese lado. but básicamente se crió en estados unidos por cuestiones laborales de sus papás así que lo único que tiene de herencia es el nombre, por lo demás es super americana.

tuvo una vida relativamente normal al pertenecer a una familia de clase media, nunca pensó en dejar los ángeles hasta que perdió a sus padres como consecuencia de un asalto que se salió de control. básicamente no supo como sobrellevar eso y desapareció creyendo que un cambio de aire le iba a ayudar a recomponerse. es fanática de correr y escaparse de las cosas que le abruman :/

terminó en méxico por cuestiones de comodidad. ya había visitado el país con anterioridad, pero no supo de la existencia de real del valle hasta un par de semanas después de llegar, mientras seguía buscando un lugar que le gustase lo suficiente para quedarse. se enamoró a primera vista, que decirles. así que lo que iba a ser algo temporal se convirtió en permanente.

con respecto a su personalidad es la definición de extrovertida, es alguien que va a hablar con todo el mundo, es re carismática y literalmente no le preocupa mucho el mañana. no es de las reservadas, la verdad, así que seguro les cuenta su vida en la primera charla, aunque tal vez no toque mucho el tema de sus papás ( que todavía le angustia un poco ). no es de las que generan ni fomentan el conflicto, pero quizá si se haya metido / se meta en problemas porque suele ser muy impulsiva y sus decisiones pueden ser bastante cuestionables

posibles conexiones:

amigues: tiene un círculo social amplio, seguro tiene muchos amigos casuales, conocidos y unos pocos amigos más cercanos.

trabajo: es empleada en el ave azul, así que seguro conoce a muchos clientes ( regulares y no tanto ). como un extra, probablemente trabajó en muchos otros locales en este tiempo, e incluso como adora a los niñes, podría haber cuidado hijes, sobrines etc de sus personajes alguna vez.

vínculos afectivos: es alguien que probablemente se enamora fácil, pero no le es sencillo sostener relaciones largas porque no sabe comprometerse del todo con otra persona. puedo verla entrando en noviazgos breves, ocasionalmente teniendo algo de una noche.

roomie: si alguien quiere darle uno o dos compañeros de piso, nosotras encantadas.

eso es solo por decir algunas cositas, but realmente se presta para todo !!