#hola lau

[francvz]

' no te lo pusieron fácil, ¿hm? ' juzgando protesta debe agradecer que propio papel asignado no haya sido uno de tanta complicación. si antes le resultaba aburrido, ahora ve como esa misma simpleza juega a su favor. un corredor, no hay mayor explicación para ello. ' lo primero que me viene a la mente cuando pienso en un marginado es en the breakfast club, ¿conoces la película? '

📍 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 —— ‘  ¿cómo se supone que debe verse un marginado?  ’ la confusión envuelve vocablos susurrados. orbes ambarinos recorren la sección de ropa en búsqueda de una prenda que se ajuste a lo que su imaginación volátil dicta. ‘   ¿y si voy de gitana? digo ─ ellos eran marginados en los 1400s.  ’

[warping-realities]

Dalton Academy - Consuming Rage

Jaime was in a modest kitchen, a strong wind was blowing outside, lashing the walls, but he knew he was safe inside, smelling the familiar smell of sugar and cinnamon that reminded him of someone, someone he knew, someone who was important to him. Someone who he hadn't seen for a long time. And so he knew he could only be dreaming.

"Hola mijo..."

"¿Abuela? ¿Donde estamos? ¿Qué está pasando?"

"No tenemos mucho tiempo Jaime cariño. Siempre fuiste mi pequeño rayo de sol, tan brillante, capaz de iluminar el mundo entero...

...todavía...

.... este lugar en el que estás no es para ti...

...él cambia a todos....

...sal de ahí Jaime...

...este lugar te chupará la luz... te apagará...

...este es un lugar de depredadores...

...y en él sólo hay lugar para ellos...

...sal de ahí Jaime...

...antes de que tu luz se apague...

....antes de que te quedes atrapado en la oscuridad....

...con ellos....

...como ellos..."

The scene changed, he was no longer in his childhood home, but in front of the entrance to a cave where that same wind was blowing, stirring his clothes and hair. He was standing still, unable to move. Next to him were a bunch of puppies, three of them playing and a fourth sleeping by his leg. The mouth of the cave was dark and impenetrable and he couldn't stop staring at it. Until a figure slowly emerged from it, a creature, huge, covered in fur, eyes with a predatory gleam and fangs in a long snout, fangs that seemed almost to smile. The wolf stopped at the entrance to the cave and lay down, staring at him and the cubs with those bright eyes. Until one of them defiantly approached the cave and its occupant.

Jaime wanted to yell at him to stop so he wouldn't go. But he went. Before going back to where he had come from the wolf looked back towards Jaime and the other puppies, who were no longer playing.

Everything was silent for a moment, even the wind seemed to stop... until the yelps started.

The cubs scattered in all directions, and the same instinct to flee took hold of him, but he was still paralyzed, incapable of any movement and remained so until the yelps were drowned out by a howl, loud and aggressive that made his blood run cold. But not as much as what came next, the pup's yelps slowly becoming a howl of their own, just as loud and aggressive as the other, until both combined in unison with the rising wind noise. So loud that he didn't even realize that his own screams had joined that sinister melody.

….

"Michael, no, Michael..."

"Sanchez wake up... Sanchez!"

"Ngh... agh..."

"Sanchez! Jaime! Wake up man!"

Jaime opened his eyes, it was the middle of the night, he was lying on his bed, with the sheets turned over and his body drenched in sweat.

"Are you okay, man?"

Asked Jacob Miller, his roommate.

"I… yeah… it was just a nightmare."

"It must have been a bad one...so who is Michael?"

"Michael?"

"Yeah, you kept mentioning that name."

"I…I don't know…a friend…maybe?"

But Jaime didn't have any friends by that name. Not that he remembered.

But then why did thinking about that name bring him a strange feeling of emptiness, he thought as he listened to the rumble of his colleague's breathing in the bed next to him.

….

"Did you hear that Sanchez wet his bed yesterday?"

"Why would I care about that, Mike?"

"Because from what you told me he..."

"Not here, let's have this conversation at the club later."

It was the end of PE class and Chad and Mike were in the locker room getting changed for next period. Surrounded by classmates and the gossip that had spread through the school like fire through dry straw.

"Besides, people are making too much of what happened, as far as I know he just had a bad dream."

Chad continued as he took off his sweat-soaked training shirt.

"But what if this is a sign or ..."

"Michael!"

"Sorry, we'll leave it for later, you're right."

"And when I'm not correct?"

"Asshole"

"What happened to the King of Cleverness, Big Mike?"

"He befriended a fucking asshole."

Mike responded laughing at the inside joke and being accompanied by Chad.

"Like I said, let's talk about this later, when we're alone. Until then, we have other matters to deal with. Are you prepared to do what I instructed you to do?"

"Yes, but I don't understand how that can be possible."

"I already told you, wait and see... trust me."

"Well, I don't think I have any other choice, do I?"

"Not if you want to expand our little brotherhood with the right men."

"Edward Chang is not exactly my definition of a man, right or wrong."

Answered Mike looking at the thin young man sitting on a bench, looking extremely out of place in that environment and probably waiting for everyone to leave to change.

"What you need to understand is that he doesn't need to fit your or my definition of right, not now, aniway. Right now what our colleague needs is someone to help him fit that definition. And no one better than we to do that"

"I still don't understand how that could be possible."

"Don't make me repeat myself, Mike, you'll soon understand. Edward Chang is about to receive an upgrade and you'll be the one to deliver it."

….

To say that Edward's life in Dalton was bad would be a giant understatement. The naturally shy boy had by no means managed to find his place at school. Though every now and then he got the feeling that things should be different. But then he would shake his head and think why would they be different? All his life he had difficulty making connections due to his shyness, or as his father was fond of reminding him, his cowardice. His father could hardly believe it when Chadwick Hartfield Sr. informed him that there was a vacancy for Edward at Dalton. And this one in turn was forced to abandon the few friends he had at the old school to live with Chadwick son and his minion Michael Jones.

To be fair, none of them pestered him even once, in fact it was as if he didn't exist to them, until that morning at least. As people tended to ignore Edward's presence, sometimes even forgetting that the boy was present, he went through many situations unnoticed, which allowed him to see much more about others than others about him. And while he was waiting for the school locker room to empty so he could change without exposing himself, he couldn't help noticing that Chadwick and Michael's gazes were directed more often than usual in his direction, accompanied by that arrogant smile that both shared and that made a shiver ran down Edward's spine. He suspected that nothing good could come of it. He just didn't know he was about to find out how much.

….

"Is this seat vacant?"

Asked a bass voice, sending a shiver down Edward’s spine, who at that moment was sitting at his desk and looked up to stare at the imposing figure of Michael Jones.

What does he want with me??? It was the first thought to run through Edward's mind. He had already suffered his fair share of bullying and assaults and he knew that someone like Michael was a risk. But at the same time, looking closely for the first time into the other boy's brown eyes he felt a sense of familiarity, as if for some reason he could trust Michael, which of course was utterly absurd and...

"Dude, is everything okay? Can I sit here or not?"

"Ahn, y-yeas, there's nobody sitting there."

"Great, I believe we haven't been introduced yet, I'm Michael Jones, but everyone calls me Big Mike."

Said Michael sitting next to Edward who remained silent, not knowing what to say.

"Usually at that point the other person introduces himself."

Michael continued.

"Ahn, ahhh...yes...I'm Edward...Edward Chang."

"Edward Chang? Son of Emett Chang's ? Owner of Red Panda?"

"Y-yes...but how do you know that?"

"Well it's one of the biggest oriental fast food chains in the country, anyone with an interest in finance would know that. You must be very proud of that, no?"

Once again not knowing what to say, Edward chose to remain silent. Which this time seemed to bother Michael.

"Is there something wrong with me, Eddie? Maybe I'm not good enough for a millionaire's son to spare his attention?"

He spoke with an air of someone who thinks he's good enough for anything.

"I... no... it's not that... it's just..."

"Hey Chang, is this idiot bothering you?"

Interrupted a thin boy with black hair sitting at a desk a few seats away.

"Who are you calling an idiot, Roberts?"

Asked Mike getting up and turning towards his colleague, looking like a giant standing in the middle of the room before concluding

"Mind your own business Roberts it's all right between Eddie and me. And if you call me an idiot again I'll come over there and rip your skinny ass."

For Edward that was a frightening scene, never in his life would he have the ability to stand up and make threats like that, of course he wasn't a behemoth like Michael...

"I'm not talking to you Jones. Is this idiot bothering you, Edward?”

Repeated Jonathan Roberts, Edward’s roomate, in a display of defiance and courage that Edward knew he himself would never be capable of. It was easy to be aggressive and confident when you were the size of Michael Jones, but Jonathan was the same size as Edward and he still managed to hold his own. Edward knew what his father would say about that and it made him deeply saddened.

"You little shit, I'm going to finish you off!"

Michael said making mention of complying with the commitment.

"No, no need... I'm fine, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You can sit here next to me Chang, you don't have to put up with that one."

Edward felt an urge to do just that. Something told him to do this. He disliked Michael and feared him, the other boy was too reminiscent of some of the former classmates who had hounded and humiliated him over the years. And precisely because of that, and because he was the avoidant of confrontation that he was, Edward decided not to follow his intuition and stay where he was.

"Yes, I'm fine, really."

"Well, it's up to you, but..."

“Stop being a pain in the ass Roberts, pick someone else to be your social project this time, Chang already said that everything is fine."

Mike said, sitting down again.

"Asshole, just because he's a senator's son, he thinks he might be some kind of social justice beacon. He came after me the first few days of school, thinking I might be some little project of his, but he was wrong. I know what I'm getting at and it won't be through his charity. Which brings us back to our conversation. It seemed to me for a moment that you didn't want to talk to me Chang. But now you've chosen to side with me. If the problem isn't me then what is ?"

Well, he was part of the problem, since Edward really didn't like him and felt scared in his presence, but precisely because of that he wouldn't do anything to displease his colleague. So he decided to be honest and say what in fact had always been his biggest problem.

"It's... that... I... it's... very difficult for me... to interact with others. Not after I know the person... but to start conversations... to impose my presence. I ... I just can't take the initial step. My dad thinks... he thinks I'm a wimp and a... a coward. That's it, it's not you but me... that... I just I am unable!"

"Well, it seems that with the right stimulus you can, after all you just did it. What you lack is a little... aggressiveness."

"I... I could never be aggressive... I'm a pacifist by nature."

"Come on man, all that genetic heritage, you're not going to tell me you've never tried some Kung Fu moves or something like that."

Completed Mike making a stereotypical move. Which for some reason triggered a flash of anger in Edward, a previously unknown feeling in him.

"Hey, not cool, man. I hate those kind of stereotypes, what would you say if I looked at you and started talking about Rap Music or basketball?"

He snapped in a firmer voice than he'd ever had before.

"Whoa, calm down brother. Apparently there's a spark of aggression in you after all."

Mike replied with that characteristic arrogant smile.

"And about your outraged statement. I don't care one bit if you think I like basketball just by looking at me, after all I might be a pro one day. And while I really appreciate the work the brothers of rap do, lately I've been trying to... refine my tastes."

"I…sorry…I've never acted like this before…I don't know what came over me."

"You don't have to apologize for everything Eddie, let alone expressing your opinion, I bet there's a lot of stuff stuck in there wanting to get out, a lot of pent up anger and aggression just begging to be tapped out and I think it's time for you to let it go.”

Once again all Edward did was stare at his colleague while analyzing his own emotions, that outburst was totally uncharacteristic, but he had to admit that at the same time it was... liberating. And digging inside himself he found exactly what his colleague had told him, not an amount, but a small knot of anger, indignation and aggression that he could have sworn had not been there before. But then again it should have been, just intentionally ignored by him, just as the others ignored him. And just thinking about it made that little knot expand.

"And there you go again, talk to me man."

"Will you shut up for a second?"

Edward exploded with irritation and a flash of red anger filling his vision. But instead of being offended Mike just widened the smile and returned:

"That's right, bro. Let it all out, but maybe this isn't the best place. Everyone's looking at you."

Which was true, Edward looked around and saw that he was being stared at by everyone, including the teacher who had just entered the room.

"Is there a problem Mister Chang?"

He asked, causing Edward to blush a shade of red as intense as his rage had been.

"No sir, I'm sorry"

He replied in a firm voice.

"I suggest you save your aggression for the courts or the mats, Mr. Chang."

"Yes sir."

Edward replied, while wondering what the fuck the professor was talking about. To then hear Mike whisper next to him:

"He's right, Eddie. It's time to put that aggression to work and I know the best way for you to do it."

"Yeah, in what way Jones?"

"Meet me at the gym after lunch."

Edward had never even set foot in a weight training gym, but he now really felt the need to blow off some steam, something that had also never happened before. Apparently today was a day of firsts for him.

"Fine."

He answered simply.

"That's my man! Eat a nice meal, loads of clean carbs and a nice steak, you'll need it."

"I'm a vegetarian!"

"Ha, the King of Char Siu Pork son a vegetarian? What a joke!"

"If you have a problem with that keep it to yourself, Jones."

He replied raising his voice.

"Calm down Eddie, we'll figure it out in the afternoon. I bet you'll find we have a lot more in common than you might think."

Concludes Mike with the brightest smile he's displayed so far.

….

At the end of classes Edward went to the school cafeteria with the biggest hunger he had ever felt in his life. As he was away from Michael for the rest of the morning the waves of anger stopped and he felt more like himself again, but the question he asked himself throughout the rest of the morning was whether he was really comfortable with being "himself," voiceless, without initiative, put down by others, including his own father... just thinking about it made him feel that pulsing energy again, coming from that unknown piece of himself that occupied a dark corner of his mind and seemed ready to expand if he gave the slightest opportunity. And as he avoided looking in that direction, he found himself invaded by another sensation, right in the middle of his belly, a hole, giant, growing bigger and bigger, a hunger that seemed want to consume him from the inside. In such a way that he was forced to act again against his habits and run to feed. He was one of the first to get in line to help himself. Dalton had an excellent team of nutritionists and cooks, capable of providing everything needed by the developing young men who attended the school. Edward had always been frugal in his eating, selecting a varied and moderate diet of vegetables, fruits and grains. But not that day. His plate was a smorgasbord of all of these in proportions that could feed three of him in an average day. But he was so hungry at that moment that he didn't mind, just as he didn't mind sitting isolated at a table as he usually did, sitting in the first empty place he found and starting to eat in large quantities the slop that formed on his plate at least until he was interrupted.

"My God Chang, I've seen pigs eat without doing so much damage."

Said a blond portly boy with a southern accent, sitting a few seats away.

"What?"

Edward asked in between mouthfuls"

"A pig, a fucking animal, like the ones my father slaughters."

"Mind your own business, Miller."

"Eating like a pig and now picking a fight with someone who might crush you. Not what I expected from you Chang."

Gregory Miller replied, taking a large piece of steak to his mouth.

Hearing and seeing that Edward found himself invaded by two unheard of desires for him, the one to punch his colleague in the face and the one to steal that piece of meat for him. But he was prevented from doing both by the arrival of a third student at the table.

"Okay, what's going on with you Chang? First that scene in class with the prince of jerks Michael Jones and now this?"

"What's happening is that it seems everyone has decided that today is the day to meddle in Edward Chang's life."

He replied, with the anger rising inside him and being directed towards Jonathan Roberts who will sit right in front of him.

"Come on Edward, you're not like that!"

"And how would you know that? We've only been studying together for two weeks, we're not friends, you ignored me for two weeks! All you know about me is nothing!"

"I... I... you're right of course, but can't you see, Michael Jones is trouble, even more so for someone like you!"

Hearing that made the anger inside Edward boil and boil over.

"Fuck off, Roberts. I can decide for myself what's a problem for me and what's not. And I'm getting out of here before I become a problem for you!"

He said getting up from the table, without looking back, leaving the two colleagues looking at each other with dumbfounded looks.

Edward walked through the cafeteria with firm steps seeing only a big red blur in front of him, and ready to go after the first one who dared to address him. With every step he took his uniform seemed to shrink, the tie around his neck was suffocating him, the sleeves of his jacket constricting his movements, his pants seemed glued to his thighs and his shoes seemed to be at least two sizes too small. He felt like an animal, trapped, tied up, huddled, ready to attack...

"Hey Eddie!"

A deep bass voice echoed through the room causing Edward to immediately turn, ready to attack.

"What?"

"Calm down man I just wanted to know if you want to sit with us."

Asked a smiling Mike Jones accompanied by a also smiling Chad Hartfield, who Edward would have judged as nice if he didn't know what an arrogant asshole he actually was. But Mike had been nice in his own way to Edward that day, so...

"Fine."

Edward replied, sitting down in front of the two of them and the biggest mountains of food he had ever seen, making the plate that he had made look small, a fact that was reinforced by the huge growl that his stomach released at that moment.

"Dude, I said you need to eat if you want to train seriously with me today."

"I ate more than I ever did in my life."

"Your belly seems to disagree..."

"If you'll excuse me a comment, a man needs meat to grow properly."

Chad interjected, popping a chunky piece of steak into his mouth.

"Apparently today really is the day for people to allow themselves to comment on my life decisions."

Claimed Edward, but with his eyes locked on his colleague's chewing. Something that both Chad and Michael did not fail to notice.

"Here, keep my plate, I'll pour myself another one."

Mike said getting up, taking off his jacket and pushing his plate towards Edward, who salivated at the sight of the miscellany of potatoes, rice, vegetables and meat, lots of delicious meat. Still he controlled himself and didn't pick up the fork.

"I was surprised when Mike told me that you decided to train with him today, in our meetings over the years I never thought you would like gym training, Edward. I would have asked you to train with me if I knew we shared that common interest."

"It's because we don't share, to be honest I don't even know why I accepted his invitation..."

"Really? I could swear you already have some training experience, the way your uniform is tight, it looks like you're wearing your little brother's clothes."

"They must have shrunk or something."

Edward replied, knowing that was not possible, as the uniform had been made from his exact measurements and had fitted perfectly in the morning.

"I didn't poison the food, you know? And I can guarantee you I don’t have a contagious disease neither."

Mike said with indignation in his voice, as he sat down at the table again with an even fuller plate than the previous one. Edward simply stared at him without answering, as was his custom, but this time the look he cast in his colleague's direction wasn't his typical shy and embarrassed look, but one of challenge.

"Okay, here, take this one."

Said Michael exchanging the new and untouched plate for his old plate. And taking a mouthful of that delicious looking food to his mouth, making Edward look away so he wasn't staring, which unfortunately made him face the new pile of food in front of him, looking just as delicious.

"What's the matter now?"

Mike asked with his mouth still half full.

"Manners, Michael. I think what Edward means by the silence and the defiant look is that he won't eat."

"Come on bro, if you don't eat it you won't grow."

"And who said I want to grow?”

"If you don't then why did you agree to go to the gym with me?"

"I don't know... to blow of steam I... I guess."

"And what steam will you have if you don't eat, dude? Eat!"

"I already ate!"

"Do you think a handful of vegetables will get you this?"

Mike teased, crossing his arms making his muscles bulge.

"You need meat, the more meat on your stomach, the more meat on your bones! Come on, you know you want it!"

Edward's instinct was to deny it, but the smell of the roast beef, the juiciness of the meat, next to the mashed potatoes felt like a calling. And the size of Mike's flexed arm was also, of another kind, but it was. He felt hunger, hunger for the food in front of him and a different kind of hunger he'd never felt before, something awakening inside him, a companion to the rage that expanded inside him and had grown claws that dug in his very being. But this was different, it was a well, dark and deep, it was hunger and thirst, it was desire. Desire to grow, desire to be a giant like Mike and Chad, and that desire shot through his body like lightning, strangely erotic, until it hit his cock, which instantly became erect.

"Eat, man"

Edward looked back at Mike, who had an encouraging smile and Chad who again seemed to drop his usual superior air, and shared a knowing smile with him. And he felt it all together, the excitement, the desire, the erection and the rage, the hot, searing rage, enveloping everything. He wanted to scream, he wanted to punch the colleagues who encouraged him to betray his principles, he wanted to go to his house and have a fight with his father, demonstrate to the old man that he wasn't a bloody coward. But he didn't do any of that, what he did was take a mouthful full of food to his mouth and chew. And he chewed, initially letting the taste of meat he hadn't consumed in years overwhelm his senses. The pleasure that the food gave him was added to the pleasure that deep well of desire brought him which almost made him cumm in his underwear right there, in the middle of the cafeteria, surrounded by his classmates. But nobody noticed. And he, who a few minutes ago would have been mortified by what happened, barely paid attention. Because a second mouthful followed the first and then many others, fast, full of food, in a frenzy, turning the plate of food in front of him into a kind of sickly porridge. Which Edward looked at with a startled look as he finally set his fork down beside his plate. Had he done that? Eaten all that? What the fuck was going on!?

"Here, drink it, it'll help all that food go down."

Chad said in a much friendlier tone than Edward remembered hearing from him as he handed him a box of milk, which he unthinkingly picked up and downed in one gulp, with milk dripping down his chin, mixing with the food remains that were there and falling on his uniform.

"Who knew you were such a pig, Chang!"

Mike commented with a cheerful mocking tone.

"Fuck off, Jones"

Edward replied, while he began to feel a strange bubbling sensation in his stomach that rose through his chest until...

Burrrp

"Such a pig, Chang! But I expected more from the Pork King's son. Something more like ….

Buuurrrp

"You guys are disgusting."

Chad commented, but with an appreciative smile.

"I'm sorry your majesty if the nouveau riche and the children of workers don't share your elegance."

"Shut up, Michael. I can't believe I'm going to do this..."

Said Chad, taking a second box of milk, emptying it under the watchful eyes of his two colleagues, without spilling a single drop of the contents on his impeccable uniform, returning it to the table and...

Buuurrrrrrrp

"That's how it's done, you assholes. Eddie may be the Pork Prince. But here at this table, I'm the king...."

Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrp

Edward let out the biggest burp up to that moment, interrupting Chadwick's speech and making the two colleagues look in his direction and burst out laughing, in which he accompanied them for several seconds.

He didn't know why he did all that, none of it was natural, he had avoided meat for years and he was lactose intolerant!!! Although that explained the belching! A thought that renewed his laughter.

As that scene unfolded the colleagues at other tables watched, some with looks of disgust, others admired, others like Jonathan Roberts truly confused with no idea what was really going on there. And neither does Edward. The erotic feeling was gone, the rage was pulsing slowly, appeased and the well of desire was placid, sated by the hour. So was his belly, which was straining the buttons on his shirt and jacket. As he laughed, he felt a feeling he'd rarely felt before, a sense of belonging even though he knew he wasn't like Mike and Chad, that he didn't have their size, their strength, their courage... it made the waters in the well inside him stir as he realized that he really wanted this for himself, wanted to train with Mike and even wanted the company of Chad, which he had avoided for so many years.

"Damn, I really look like a pig."

He said as he wiped the laugh tears from his face.

"And definitely that uniform has shrunk, it looks like I'm all wrapped up."

"Let's do this, first we go to your dorm so you can change in your training clothes and then to ours so I can lend you spare uniforms. They'll be big on you, but that's good, it means you can grow in them."

Mike said, still smiling

"Thanks bro."

Edward replied, which further widened the other's smile.

"That's nothing, bro. Are you coming too?"

He concludes by looking at Chad.

"Go ahead, I'll meet you later at the gym, I won't miss this.”

………

Changing clothes was a bizarre experience. While taking off his shoes he didn't find the small, delicate feet he remembered but two big, smelly ones. Edward didn't have an explanation for that, although a little voice in the back of his head told him it was wrong. Strangely, with his rage asleep he didn't seem to be able to care. The same happened with his uniform, which even ripped when removed, exposing a defined physique. Which made Mike comment admired:

"Wow, man! I had no idea you were hiding the game. You'll have a much better starting point than I expected."

The truth is that Edward wasn't expecting that either, and looked at himself in the mirror.

As he admired himself that voice in the back of his head returned: that's not right you're not like that! Which in turn send a red flash inside his head, causing the rage to take over again.

"Why the astonished tone Mike? You thought I was some wimp, is that it?"

"No man, I'm just glad you have a good foundation to work on."

Edward accepted his colleague's explanation, as he looked for a pair of shorts, all concern with the changes in his body forgotten. His boxers were tight, but he would never take them off in front of another man. Before looking for a T-shirt he took another look at himself in the mirror. Damn, how had he never noticed he was hot?

Edward ended up opting for a tank top that his father had forced him to bring and that he thought he would never wear. But then came the biggest problem, none of his shoes seemed capable of supporting the size of his feet, what the hell was he going to do? That's when he saw Jonathan's closet and with a sly smile grabbed a pair of his roommate's sneakers. Under Mike's watchful eye and equally mischievous smile.

"I didn't think you'd be capable of something like this, Chang."

"I'll buy him a new pair, I'll have to buy new ones to myself anyway."

Edward replied as he slipped on his roomate size 11 sneakers which he thought would be a little big but in reality were a perfect fit. People tended to think that small feet were a feature of all Asians, well that wasn't the case for him, after all at 6 feet tall his base of support should be good.

"I wonder what that crybaby Roberts will say... probably something like: it's the principle of the thing that matters and not the material value!"

"I'll deal with Roberts later, I'm looking forward to getting back to training and I want to see if you're going to be a good training partner or if you are full of bulshit."

"Do you have the nerve to say that to someone my size, scrawny boy?"

"In a fight, size isn't everything, Big Mike."

"I thought you didn't fight... that it was a stereotype and blah blah blah..."

"You think I'm obligated to know how to fight Kung Fu is a stereotype. Which doesn't mean that I don't know how to fight and that what I fight is Kung Fu."

"And what is it then?"

"Soon you will find out."

Edward replied, as memories of hours and hours of training took up a permanent place in his mind where an annoying little voice once dwelt.

….

While the two kept their things in the locker room at the academy, Edwar voiced a question he had been dying to ask

"So what's it like sharing a dorm with Chad Hartfield?"

"I don't know man... He's cool, he asked me to join the Crows and everything. But you've known him all your life, not me."

"We haven't met that often...in fact before today I...well...I kind of avoided him, but now… Like you said, he's cool. I never imagined he was capable of doing what he did at lunch today, You know? Chill Out and just be one of the guys. He always gave me an air of arrogance and superiority...

"Perhaps if you had given yourself the opportunity to get to know him better... and besides, why would he be your superior? Your father is much richer than his."

"That's not how it works, Mike. My father may have more money, but the Hartfields are Old Money, they have a name, status."

"I know that, and you think Chad himself doesn't suffer from it? Do you think he can be the way he was with us today with anyone else? With everyone around him ready to judge him for stepping outside of what's expected? What did he do in front of you today, exposing himself like that he won't do with anyone else he doesn't consider a true friend and you can bet that at the tables next to us there were people in his circle judging him for doing what he did did and he will probably have to pay for it. But I'm actually glad we gave him the chance to be exactly what you said, one of the guys.

"I... I never thought there was more to him than... well... than the arrogant asshole who seems to have the world at his feet."

"Ah, but he really is an arrogant asshole who has the world at his feet."

Mike said bursting out laughing before continuing.

" And that's exactly what I admire about him, he's relentless, ambitious and knows his place in the world, but he's loyal to his friends. The kind of man I admire and want to be. In fact, today I saw some traces of that in you brother, I think you should explore them more."

Traces of that in him? Never! Edward thought, but at the same time he had stood up to Gregory and Jonathan and shared a laugh with Chad and Mike who were exactly that kind of people and there was still that anger boiling inside him... maybe he wasn't so different from Chad after all. ...

"So are we going to wait for him or what?"

"Nah, he catches up with us later, plus I want to see you demonstrate the crane move or whatever you call it."

Edward braced himself for another wave of rage, but this one didn't come, because to his complete astonishment, he ended up laughing.

"Dick."

That's what he managed to say between laughs to his new friend. As he felt his perception of the other change he realized that this is what Mike had become, a friend. A kind of friend he didn't think he could enjoy having so much. Mike didn't care much if he was going to offend someone or not, he said what he thought and if someone got offended… they will have to deal with it. And Edward...Eddie...realized he liked that, that freedom to say whatever he wants to say. There was no need to be offended, it was a silly joke, made in camaraderie.

"What? Want a taste of it?"

Answered his friend, holding his pouch and bursting into a laughter so genuinely that Eddie followed him again without a flash of anger. It seemed Mike and his ways appealed to that new corner of Eddie's personality in such a way that it would take more than a few jokes to rouse the abrasive waves of anger he was now familiar with. And Edward was fine with that, because if he could be honest with himself he was scared of what he was becoming. However, before that thought could gain strength, it was interrupted by Mike

"That's enough, otherwise we'll never train, I thought we'd lift some weights and then you show me some of your moves, no jokes this time, I really want to see what you're capable of, bro."

Said the other boy with his usual smile.

Eddie could have sworn he'd lifted weights before, he had the memories to prove it, didn't he? But as Mike guided him through the different machines and stations it felt like the first time. He would have given up if he didn't hate the idea of being seen as a weakling by his colleague. So every time that cowardly urge to stop took hold of him he gladly embraced the wave of red rage his brain sent throughout his body giving him the necessary strength to continue. Mike's encouragement helped too, ranging from jokes that eased Eddie's tension, teasing that fueled his anger, and praise that softened his ego.

They had opted for a full body workout. Starting with the work on the arms. But when he saw the weight of the dumbbells that his friend handed him, Eddie faltered.

"What? Those weights are supposed to warm you up brother! I thought you knew how to train..."

"Shut up Jones..."

He said taking the dumbbells and starting the exercise. And indeed, with each curl he did the weights felt lighter. So much so that at the end of the series Mike placed dumbbells in front of him with twice the weight, without saying anything, just staring at his friend with a challenging look. Edward in turn responded by picking up the weights and nearly dropping them. Which sent his anger shooting up, giving him the strength he needed to reposition himself and try again.

"Come on brother! I want at least 10 reps, no excuses."

He urged while positioning himself next to Eddie.

"... seven... let's go."

"Talking is easy..."

"...so don't talk man, do it!"

"... nine and ten! Two more let's go!"

"But you said ten..."

"And I thought you weren't a wimp."

Anger exploded inside Eddie.

"I will kill you!"

He said, while doing another curl

"You can try, but first make one more! And... twelve! Hell Yeah! Who's the man, you're the man!"

Mike spoke, as Eddie's anger dissipated, for the joy of having achieved it and for what seemed to be genuine joy in his friend's voice.

"Look at those arms man, you're exercising your constitutional right to own guns!"

And Eddie looked, he didn't remember his arms being that big, it must have been the pump,... although arms that big didn't grow overnight and... whatever... he flexed both arms, that it was so badass!

"Look at this!"

"Yeah, man! Come on, two more times and then triceps!"

After the triceps it was the turn of the shoulders, and the chest. Again Eddie was amazed at the weights that his friend put on him, only to him overcome them with ease and see them being doubled.

"...come on man, even my sister can bench press more than that."

"Shut...up...you piece of shit!"

"...ten, Man Up, dude! Eleven and... twelve! Well done Chang! Now legs! Let's turn those little chicken legs into something respectable!"

"I'll show you what those little chicken legs can do, dickhead"

"I really hope so, because at the moment I'm not impressed. Let's go there, barbell squats and deadlifts and then you can try to fulfill all your empty threats."

"....and twelve! Well done brother! Look at those quads and those calves! They belong to a real man and not a wimp!"

"Who are you calling a wimp, Jones??"

"Certainly not you, Chang!"

Said Mike extending his hand to a High Five that Eddie was delighted to reciprocate. Yeah, he was a real man, more than that, he was a god among lesser men, he thought as he admired himself in the middle of the gym.

"If you're done admiring yourself pretty boy, I think it's time for you to put yourself to the test on the mat."

"Are you sure about that, Big Mike? I'm not going to feel sorry for rubbing your face in the ground just for the pleasure of getting your annoying smile off."

"You might be surprised, Chang."

"Unless you train in some kind of martial art and haven't told me it's unlikely."

"Basketball has always been my sport, bro. I never trained in martial arts and kept off the streets. Still, I want to see you try take all this down."

Said Mike taking off his tank top and showing muscles definitely much bigger than Eddie's.

"I've told you before Mike, size isn't everything in a fight and besides I'm not that much smaller than you."

"In your dreams, scrawny boy!"

Mike retorted, leading his colleague to the mat in one of the multiple training rooms of the giant Dalton sports complex, taking off his sports shoes and socks and putting himself in a waiting position, while he waited for Eddie to do the same.

"Come on, show me all you've got... wimp."

Even though Eddie was no longer irritated by his friend's teasing, he let the anger overwhelm him, this was a fight after all and he didn't lie when he said he wanted to rip off his friend's arrogant smile. He then went all out on him, aiming a punch at the other's face. Who deflected it with one hand as he slapped Eddie lightly across the ear, as if he wasn't even worthy of receiving a real blow, which made his anger boil with indignation.

"That's all you've got, Chang? It’s pathetic!"

"You'll see who's pathetic, Jones."

Eddie replied, the red wave of anger involving everything around him as he applied a kick, once again deflected by his friend, who even took the opportunity to knock him to the ground.

"Like I said, pathetic Chang. I thought you knew how to fight."

"I know!"

Eddie responded by standing up and ripping his tank top off.

"Empty words, Chang. Maybe I was wrong, maybe you have nothing in common with me and Chad, maybe you're just a weakling."

Said Mike while dodging another punch given by Eddie knocking him to the ground.

"I'm not a weakling."

Eddie replied, repositioning himself.

"Then prove, prove that you don't belong there, on the ground, crawling around like a worm!"

"Ahhh...."

Eddie yelled, delivering a new blow only to see him dodged again.

"It seems you are nothing but a coward and a weakling."

Said Mike turning his back and giving the impression that he was going to leave the mat, his face and voice mixing with those of Eddie's father in the red mist of his conscience.

In the middle of it all Eddie launched himself on Mike, trapping his friend's neck in a powerful rear naked choke and then taking him to the ground and repositioning himself on top of him in a mount.

"Who's the weakling now? Huh? Who, Big Mike?"

Eddie asked, full of rage.

"Never turn your back on the enemy, bro. Who's the weakling?"

He repeated, seeming to grow in size, muscles pulsing and swelling. Holding tighter and tighter as his friend tried to free himself from that deadly grip.

"Don't even try to let go, I'm a black belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, you were right, the ground is where I belong. But I'm not crawling, I'm not a worm. No worm is my size."

And he was right of course, he was big by any standard of comparison, giant arms, powerful legs ending in huge feet and a chest bigger than a barrel, and contrary to every stereotype a huge dick and a couple of big balls. Which even motivated his next provocation.

"Hey Big Mike, tell me, how does it feel to have a real man's dick rubbed in your face?"

"Ungh..."

"I didn't understand, sorry, I don't speak weakling language"

"I give up, man I give up."

"Who is the king of the mat?"

"You you!"

"Great, next time save your opinions for the basketball court where it belongs, I'm in charge here!"

Eddie said, finally getting off his friend and letting him recover.

"Wow man, if I had known that I would never have accepted your invitation to train. You fooled me so well."

"I didn't fool anyone, you fooled yourself and I wonder how it ever crossed your mind you could win to all of this!"

Said Eddie showing off his powerful and huge physique to his friend.

"Come on brother, we're almost the same size, but I’m still bigger than you."

"I know, but I'm tired of telling you that size isn't everything in a fight. Even if I were a twig I could still take you out. Ask Chad, he's been following my fights since I started training."

"I know, I know. He told me that, I knew what I was getting myself into, but I still couldn't resist, a mistake I won't repeat. Man, I stink, I need to take a shower before next class."

"Me too...shit, now I'm really going to have to buy Roberts a new sneaker."

Eddie replied showing a torn tennis shoe to his friend, who once again burst out laughing.

"But what was the idea of getting such a small sneaker? How much do you wear anyway?"

"I wear a size 13 but I don't know what happened to my stuff, I think the staff sent my brother's clothes by mistake... so it was either Roberts sneakers or going barefoot but I could have sworn they fit right ."

"Well, now you're going to have to go barefoot anyway, dummy. I could have lent you a pair of mine, but I wear a size 15. Or you could have told Chad, he wears the same size as you ."

"I don't know man, I didn't mean to bother him."

"What are you talking about? You've known each other your whole life, you've been friends since childhood, of course he wouldn't mind! Why you would think that?!"

"Well, so far he hasn't asked me to join the Crows and... don't take this the wrong way, you're a cool and you're his roommate, but given our history I thought I'd be the first to be called."

"Assholes, both of you! Chad was worried because you hadn't asked him in yet, he thought you knew you were in without him needing to call."

"Fuck! I thought..."

"Clearly thinking is not your best asset, Chang"

"Want another demonstration of my best asset, Jones?"

"I'm good man, I'm good."

Mike responded by raising one hand in peace as he called someone with his cell phone in his other hand.

"Hey, dumbass. I thought you were going to come train with your best bros. Ah, an important matter came up...more important than us? We'll show you who matters most. Eddie and I will be waiting for you in the locker room, bring a pair of your shoes because the idiot forgot his. Oh, and bring along a formal letter inviting him to the Crows, because apparently for you rich kids if things are not done formally it has no validity."

"Asshole."

Eddie said, apparently at the same time Chad was saying the same thing to Mike on the phone.

"Oun, how beautiful is the harmony of childhood friends. A tear came to flow here."

He said pointing to his own dick. Though only Eddie could see it and burst out laughing once more.

"See you later Chad. We'll be waiting for you in the locker room, don't forget the shoes for Chang."

He ended it by hanging up the phone and looking at Eddie.

"Problems solved. Frankly, I don't know what you rich guys would do without me. Just don't expect me to wash your gorilla backs, Chang."

“Are you kidding Jones? I bet you'd love the chance to admire a real man."

"You better save your bets for my games or your fights, man. I know that you have a lot of money to spend, but it's better not to waste it on things that will never happen. Also, when I want to see a real man I just need to look in a mirror."

…..

"I thought you'd stick around to help me with Chang's transition."

"I went to make sure everything was going well with Sanchez."

"And?"

"Apparently that sort of thing is to be expected."

"Fine, not pretending I totally understand, but fine."

"Even I don't fully understand Mike. I've prepared my whole life for this and yet I've had surprises. That... clowning... at lunch today, I'm pretty sure I've never done anything like that in my life and yet it came naturally to me."

"I thought it was awesome, I used to have burping competitions all the time with my friends at my old school."

"Disgusting, Michael."

"You didn't seem to think so while you were doing it."

"Yes, and that's what's weirdest, I really enjoyed myself in an unexpected way. But that kind of thing can't happen anymore.”

"Man, letting go a little from time to time will not destroy our plans, on the contrary, I believe that was precisely the moment that secured Chang for us."

"Maybe... then how well did you do?"

"Soon you'll see, but I admit it was... strange, you saw the beginning, but then things accelerated and I... just went with the flow... as if the right words to get the result I wanted pop out of nowhere in my head and... it was bizarre... it was like turning him inside out... you should have seen it to understand."

"I believe I understand Mike."

"No man, there's no way you can understand, not without seeing it. There's no way to fully describe the transformation from a wizened boy to a mean muscle mountain."

"You'll have to trust me on that one. What about the rest?"

"Like I said, it was like he turned inside out, we might have issues with his aggression at some point, but to be honest I liked this new him, liked a lot. He's the type of guy I'd like to have by my side, a bit crude but really fun. And he seems to think of you as a dear childhood friend."

"Great, so now we just need to formalize the thing."

Well, there won't be a better time than now. He's just getting out of the shower.”

"You took your time Chang, I thought maybe you drowned or something."

Commented Chad with the giant totally naked in front of him.

"You should know how long it takes a man my size to wash up, Hartfield. And Jones hasn't even had a bath yet. What was it that the two of you had so important to talk about?"

"About you actually."

"Oh, and may I know what you had to say about me?"

"How my childhood friend could be so stupid as to think I wouldn't invite him to join my club."

"Well, you took your time too Chad."

"Only because I thought it was obvious that I wanted you there, Eddie."

"So I'm in, simple as that?"

"Simple as that brother, what won't be so simple is the task I have to give you, but I bet you'll still enjoy every moment of it."

[zouisexo]

hola lau !! cómo andas? vengo a distraerte de lavar los platos jeje 😁 podes creer que me pusieron un final mañana a las 7am.... uno quiere ver la final en paz y manijear todo el dia y NO. anyway tkm te mando un abrazote 🫂 siempre me alegra verte en el dash tus tags siempre son graciosos

hola miamooooor NOOOO NO PUEDE SER!!!! pero la concha de la loraaaa no pueden ser asi!!! no saben q viven en el pais campeon del mundo y de america?? bueno amiga mañana vas sin dormir directo desde el obelisco y te sacas un 10 B')

[princesadel-rey]

DE REGRESO

Hola amixxx, he venido de regreso por acá, espero que todos estén muy bien, ¿YA FUERON AL DÍA DEL SEÑOR?, recién ingreso y veo MUCHOSSSSSSSSSSS mensajitos de ustedes llenos de amor durante todo este tiempo, millll gracias por ello

Ha pasado tanto tiempo, he crecido un montón en muchos aspectos de mi vida, les cuento que hace dos años aproximadamente terminé mi carrera de teologia fué una pasada total, adicional ya estoy en proceso de graduación de mi ingeniería

He conocido muchas personas, he crecido a nivel espiritual y en el ministerio, creo que debemos hacer un coffe, una llamada o quien quita si una oración todos juntos para poder conocernos de una vez por todas JAJAJAJJAJA siempre dije que moriría de la verguenza pero bueno, he aprendido a poner literalmente la cara en muchas cosas y no creo que esta deba ser la excepción

Yo espero que ustedes tambien sigan por aquí, esperemos a ver si sí

Los quiero chicos

Lau

[bookclub4m]

Episode 189 - Romantic Comedies & Humorous Romance

This episode we’re discussing the fiction genre of Romantic Comedies! We talk about the difference between “fun” and “funny,” crossover romance genres, cataloguing romance fiction, and more!

You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts or your favourite podcast delivery system.

In this episode

Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray | Jam Edwards

Things We Read (or tried to…)

The House Witch by Delemhach

A Witch's Guide to Fake Dating a Demon by Sarah Hawley

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston 

Evvie Drake Starts Over by Linda Holmes

Delilah Green Doesn't Care by Ashley Herring Blake

Take Me Home by Lorelie Brown 

I Kissed a Girl by Jennet Alexander 

The Bromance Book Club by Lyssa Kay Adams

Other Media We Mentioned

When Harry Met Sally… (Wikipedia)

The Bear (Wikipedia)

Nominated for Golden Globe Award for Best Television Series – Musical or Comedy

The Martian (Wikipedia)

Golden Globes change comedy rules after controversial win for The Martian

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

Beetlejuice (Wikipedia)

The Wallflower Wager by Tessa Dare

A Week to be Wicked by Tessa Dare

You Deserve Each Other by Sarah Hogle

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Judgment (video game)

Bridgertons Series by Julia Quinn

Crazy Stupid Bromance by Lyssa Kay Adams

A Very Merry Bromance by Lyssa Kay Adams

The Duke Who Didn’t by Courtney Milan

Cats (2019 film) (Wikipedia)

Links, Articles, and Things

Episode 119: Regency Romance

What does a happily ever after look like? (romance novel covers)

Sensible Chuckle (Know Your Meme)

There Is Only One Bed (TV Tropes)

Pop Culture Happy Hour

Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me!

Does the Dog Die?

20 Humorous Romance by BIPOC Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

Courting Samira by Amal Awad

The Wildest Ride by Marcella Bell

A Proposal They Can't Refuse by Natalie Caña

Yinka, Where Is Your Huzband? by Lizzie Damilola Blackburn

Rent a Boyfriend by Gloria Chao

How to Find a Princess by Alyssa Cole

You Had Me at Hola by Alexis Daria

Game On by Seressia Glass

Manhattan Dreaming by Anita Heiss

Get a Life, Chloe Brown by Talia Hibbert

A Dash of Salt and Pepper by Kosoko Jackson

Much Ado about Nada by Uzma Jalaluddin

Serena Singh Flips the Script by Sonya Lalli

The Stand-Up Groomsman by Jackie Lau

Booked on a Feeling by Jayci Lee 

The Secret to a Southern Wedding by Synithia Williams

Pride and Protest by Nikki Payne

Tastes Like Shakkar by Nisha Sharma

The Worst Best Man by Mia Sosa

The Donut Trap by Julie Tieu 

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Join us again on Tuesday, February 20th we’ll be talking about our reading resolutions for 2024! 

Then on Tuesday, March 5th we’ll be discussing the genre of Dark Fantasy!

[fetichesonoro]

Fetiche Sonoro: Libertad

Our monthly playlist is here, it called Libertad, here you would listen to compelling and recent music releases from the last twelve months, like: Bailando sola aquí - Ana Tijoux - 04:04 Dos Días Contigo - Apartamentos Acapulco - 03:17 San Juan y Medellín - Calequi/Las Panteras/Lido Pimienta - 03:25 Mudanza del pensamiento - Cómo Vivir en el Campo - 03:06 Caminito - Daniella Barbarito - 03:55 Consumir - Fonso - 02:24 Crece y florece - Guada/Las Migas - 02:54 Y.N.T.M.A. - Guadalupe Plata - 03:27 Raíz de sangre - Guapil - 03:52 El Viento - Guazuncho - 03:29 Salmo Destrucción - Havalina - 03:32 Nueva relación - Hola Lis - 02:07 Mágica Intuición - La Piba Berreta/Anyi - 03:10 Un día como hoy - La Texana - 03:22 Libertad - Lau Noah/Jorge Drexler - 03:56 Algo Algo Vida Rápido - Los Daddy Issues - 02:10 Medialunas - Manu Vera Tudela/Axel la Riva - 03:51 Sé Que Sabes - Mar Maria - 02:54 El Canto Del Pájaro A Mediodía - The New Raemon - 02:11 Los Pasajeros - Octavio Suñé/Lucía Suñé - 02:50 Sidekick - Pablopablo/Guitarricadelafuente - 02:56 Tango Desgarrado - Penélope - 03:45 Ciudad más grande - Roldán - 04:22 Se Siente Bien - Sgt. Papers - 01:48 La Piedad - Unperro Andaluz - 03:38 Niña Soñando - Verde Prato - 05:05

[eljoguetexquisit]

🌳Hola, soc el Parc Bosc🌳

Han passat tres mesos des de que vam començar a jugar juntes els dissabtes pel matí, des de que us vaig estendre el palmell de la meva ma per a que us ajuntéssiu amb mi.

En aquests tres mesos hem fet un paisatge junts. Arribava en Jordi amb el seu arbre metàl·lic i pujava pel meu cos fins trobar un braç fort del qual penjar cordes o banderoles que s'agilitaven per una lleu tramuntana. La Mavi obria taules com castanyes i les cobria amb paper com una aranya treballadora. Desplegàveu al meu damunt les peces de fusta dissenyades, amb gust exquisit, per la Sara i us asseieu a la meva panxa a jugar amb elles. Lau va fer una torre altíssima que va omplir de paraules petites, semblaven taronges, i jo li xiuxiuejava amb el vent: posa més pals que si bufo més fort cauran totes, i llavors Lau va posar més pals i jo vaig bufar més fort i la torre de peces precioses va caure.

Heu penjat també anells dels meus dits-branques i jo contenia les pessigolles i hem tret el cap per marcs perquè ens fes fotos en Pitu. Mariato i Mohamed han botat sobre pilotes enormes com saltamartins fugint d’un gat mentre jo feia que els reflexos dels miralls ballessin màgicament per la cara de la Lina o d’en Joan.

Quins bons menjars heu preparat : el pastís saborós d’en Manu, les magdalenes que l’Imma protegia amb la seva vida perquè arribessin intactes al banquet. El té de la Hasmina, les manetes de l’Adam agafant unes pastes, i les formigues de sota esperant les molles.

He gravat en la meva memòria tots els vostres poemes. Per exemple: “Moltes llums robades eren records”, “els surrealistes són silenciosos», “les bèsties tanquen les llums amb Pals”, “les pedres canten entre cargols, sense aire, exquisides”, “Mentre alguns somien, altres obren portes”.

He escoltat els riures daurats de la Loubna, la Sònia, l’Inva i la Yanaira. El secret a oïda que li va dir l’Oriol a la Pilar, prometo que no el desvetllaré.

Vàreu portar de nou als meus amics els micos, els porc senglars i els peixos i l’Helena i en Lucas, l’Alex i en Leo van jugar a amagar-los en les meves arrels i en les meves fulles.

He acariciat el cabell llarguíssim de la Judith i el menys llarguíssim de la seva gossa Inoa mentre assecaven sobre els meus braços les bosses amb els vostres noms, més exquisits que mai: Emma, Dolors, Samira, Ana, Júlia.

Us heu fet daurats, com les meves fulles en caure: Jennifer, Juana, Paula, Iván quines llampades les vostres joies, els vostres pentinats, les vostres ungles, els vostres vestits de luxe. Eric que elegant amb barret de copa. Matilda, la persona que millor somriu quan saluda i tots aplaudim. Aplaudim a la Matilda i ens aplaudim a totes.

Gràcies per fer paisatge juntes, aquí em teniu sempre per seguir jugant.

[chingonaclawsarchive]

@butscrewmefirst​. 

           “Is there anything more beautiful than a horse?” Laura asks, simply mesmerized by the creature before her. She absolutely loves horses. 

[gigifxirchild-blog]

Luego de un día normal de clases venía el periodo de la tarde en donde en teoría debía hacer los trabajos que tuviese para la semana, pero como era de esperar la inglesa estaba haciendo todo lo contrario. Su atención se había centrado en su cámara fotográfica y en sacar fotos como si no tuviese nada más que hacer. “ Quizás si abro más el obturador salga mejor. ” murmuró para si misma mientras jugueteaba con los botones del artefacto.

[littleredwing89]

HAVANA HEAT

HAVANA HEAT

Slade Wilson x Vigilante!Reader

Summary: “You know what else is hot?”, your voice had a hidden note to it, sending his suspicious mind into overdrive. Slade grabbed the neck of the whiskey bottle, carrying it across to his bed and poured himself another drink, “And what’s that?”.

Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Phone Sex. Mutual Masturbation. 

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Hope you all love it - another addition to the Slade x Vigilante!Reader verse 💞 Merry Christmas to my wonderful wifey @internalsealpanic​ ❄️🎄 xoxo 

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Placing his empty champagne flute on the bar, Slade released a heavy sigh and made his way through the throes of people who were laughing and dancing wildly. Alcohol fueling their movements.

The atmosphere was sticky, the heat wrapping tightly around his large frame. He could feel the sweat running down his spine under the white linen shirt. Thankfully, it was hidden by his charcoal suit jacket which did nothing to ease the warmth radiating through his body.

Slade had been watching his mark all night, waiting for the perfect opportunity but none had arisen. It appeared his target was smarter than he’d been given credit for…unfortunately. Slade would have to try again tomorrow, hopefully Mr. White would slip up on the way to his cartel meeting.

Brushing past a group of well dressed men, Slade stepped out into the clear Havana night. A light breeze rustled his jacket, it would have been welcomed but it was as humid as the air around him. He grunted and dug his hand into his inside jacket pocket, pulling out a Cuban cigar. The rich smell drifted up his nostrils instantly.

Resting against the railings of the port, Slade lit the cigar easily with a match. Flinging the burnt out material into a nearby bin. Taking a deep puff, Slade breathed out thick plumes of smoke before looking up towards the sky. Inky black dotted with thousands of glimmering stars. He knew you’d have liked it here. You liked the heat almost as much you liked dancing.

Slade had wanted to bring you, he liked having you at his side during these missions. Especially if he got to eye you all night in one of your silky evening dresses with your towering heels. But you’d been called away yourself for business, so he’d had to come alone and you were over 3,000 miles away.

Turning his back to the port, he watched the venue he’d just left. The magnificent stone building looked majestic illuminated by the amber street lighting. Mr. White, his target, stumbled out of the front doors, two blondes on either arm followed by three bodyguards. Slade huffed. He’d definitely have to track him down tomorrow.

Calling it a night, Slade strode through the narrow cobbled streets back towards his hotel. If he was lucky, he might be able to catch you for a phone call before he had to rest.

When he made his way through the hotel doors, the night Porter nodded at Slade, “Buenas noches señor”.

Slade returned the gesture easily, giving him a lazy smile, “Muchas gracias”. He slipped his room key from the back of his pocket and headed towards the shiny elevator at the back. 

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Finally back in the lavish room, Slade slipped his suit jacket off his broad shoulders and slung it over the back of the armchair in the corner. He twisted his neck side to side, hearing a satisfying click each time.

Collecting his phone from the bedside table, Slade lazily scrolled through the contacts, clicking on your name. He had to fight the tweaking corners of his lips when he saw a photo of you appear on his screen which you’d set as your profile photo. Upon hearing the brash ringing tone, he turned it to speakerphone, waiting for you to answer and started to pour himself a large whiskey. A real drink.

Slade heard the line cut and your sweet, saccharine voice drifting into his hotel room.

“Hola Señor Wilson”.

Slade felt his stomach twist in pleasure at the way your voice carried the soft Spanish tones. He swallowed thickly, dropping a slice of lemon peel into his glass.

“Kitten”.

You laughed, the sound breathy and light. If Slade was a betting man, he’d have guessed you’d had a few glasses of rosé in the bath.

“How’s it going?”, you hummed and Slade heard rustling at your side of the call. He picked up his burning cigar from the ashtray on the coffee table and took a deep drag, letting the release of smoke spiral around him.

“It’s too hot”, Slade complained, drinking a liberal portion of his whiskey.

“Well it is the middle of summer, what were you expecting…”, your voice sounded distant for a moment before becoming louder again, “…It’s Cuba”.

Slade grimaced and grunted in distaste as he looked around the empty room, he really wished you’d been able to come with him.

“I had to wear a suit to the party and I nearly suffocated”, he took another drag of his Cuban cigar, sighing audibly down the phone, “Who has a black tie event in this kind of weather?”.

You chuckled again, Slade could almost picture you rolling your eyes at his grumpy demeanour. He could also imagine how you’d improve his mood, running your soft palms over the plains of his chest.

“You know what else is hot?”, your voice had a hidden note to it, sending his suspicious mind into overdrive.

Slade grabbed the neck of the whiskey bottle, carrying it across to his bed and poured himself another drink, “And what’s that?”.

His phone pinged and he moved across the bed, wondering who was even texting him at this time. The only person who ever texted him…was you. Slade saw the message was from you and frowned. Why would you bother to text him whilst you were talking?

He pressed open and felt his mouth dry instantly at the image in front of him. You were splayed out on a king sized hotel bed, decorated in intricate scarlet red, lace lingerie. Your lips were painted a deep rouge and parted perfectly, almost as though you were sighing in pleasure. Your hair, which he enjoyed fisting in his palm as he drove into you from behind, fell down your face in loose curls.

Slade cleared his throat loudly, “Kitten…”, the front of his trousers started to constrict as the blood ran south.

You grinned happily, hearing the reaction you’d been hoping for, “They were on sale…do you like them?”.

Taking another look at the photo, Slade felt his tongue run over his lips in anticipation. The straps criss crossed over your cleavage, highlighting it. A silver gem hung down from the centre, resting against your stomach. It matched well with the crystal adorning your navel piercing. The matching thong hung high on your hips, showcasing your curves exquisitely.

“Are you seriously asking me that?”, Slade’s husky growl vibrated down the phone line and made your core clench with excitement.

“Well of course I’m asking you”, you smirked, twirling a strand of hair around your finger as you spoke, “Unless you want me to send that photo to some of your associates?”.

“Don’t you fucking dare”, Slade’s possessive tone made your skin ripple with delight.

You barely contained the mewl that left your lips, expressing your desire to Slade. You shuffled on the bed and scraped your nails along the back of your neck, “Of course not, Sir”.

The pleased rumble resonated deep in his throat and he sat upright on the bed. With his free hand, he ran it over his chin, the bristle of his beard scratching his fingertips, “Kitten, I can’t believe you chose to wear them now…when I’m 3,000 miles away”.

“I'm trying them on”.

The mischievous tone made Slade sink his teeth into his bottom lip. God how he wanted to drag them over your flesh, marking you as his. Hot blood roared through his veins at the thoughts, frustration souring it as he couldn’t touch you. He hated but loved the way you teased him.

“There's one with a matching collar by the way”.

Slade cursed loudly before downing the rest of his whiskey; the burn of the liquor did nothing to ease the carnal fire within.

“That doesn't answer my question”.

You snorted, “Well I knew you'd be bored with your champagne dinner party so thought I’d help you out”, you hummed and rustled on the other end of the phone, “Do you think this one would look good with stockings?”.

You sent another photo to Slade’s phone, hearing it vibrate across the wooden surface. You sucked in a sharp breath waiting to hear his reaction to the sheer black stockings now covering your legs. The stiletto heels made your calves look more shapely as you curved them for the photo. Tiny red bows decorated the lace hems of the stockings.

Slade cleared his throat loudly, “Are you trying to kill me?”.

“Maybe”.

“Do you want to be punished when I get home?”, Slade growled, staring at the second photo of you. He pictured himself pushing that lace thong to the side before driving deep into your pussy. Hearing you sob his name in ecstasy.

Purring his name huskily, you dropped back into the pillows, “Mmmm, it’s like you read my mind”.

“Show me the one with the collar”, he demanded darkly, ripping his tie off in one swift motion. He flung it to the floor and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. The stifling heat strangling him along with your tempting photos.

You shuffled on the bed, leaning down into the second lingerie box. The tissue paper rustled down the phone as you dug out the black satin set adorned with golden lattice chains. You heard the distinct rattle of ice cubes over the phone as Slade drained the last of his drink. You realised he must be getting impatient.

“It's weird for you to ask me to put more clothes on”, you peeled the lace set off your skin slowly, moaning quietly as you dragged the satin fabric over your body. You pictured Slade’s calloused hands helping you out of them, palming your skin as he went.

Slade scoffed, “I can tear it to pieces when I’m back if you’d prefer?”.

You hummed appreciatively, the thought running wild in your imagination, “As long as you’re ripping it off me…do you promise, Sir?”.

“Don’t keep me waiting, kitten”, he growled, looking at his phone expectantly. You were definitely doing this on purpose. Drawing it out to drive him insane. 

Looking over the black satin lingerie in the floor length mirror, you smirked. The golden chains hung across your chest and dipped down over your stomach. The same style chains trimmed the tops of your panties, skimming your thighs delicately. Your fingertips brushed the collar around your neck. Black, sleek velvet with a golden ‘S’ in the middle. You snapped several photos, sending them across to Slade.

“What do you think?”.

Sliding through the photos, Slade felt the front of his suit trousers become tighter. He groaned thickly down the phone and cursed, “Fuck—you look…stunning…”, he unclasped the front of his belt, loosening the material over his cock. He palmed himself gingerly, closing his eyes, wishing it was your dainty hand wrapping around his throbbing shaft.

“Would you like to know what I'd do with you? If I was there…”.

You settled back on the bed and traced your nails down the front of your chest, eyes closing as you listened to his dark, baritone voice. The husky syllables making the coil in the pit of your stomach tighten deliciously, “Please Sir…”.

“I’d take my time with you…”, he laughed mercilessly, “You didn’t think you’d get away with teasing me, did you kitten?”.

You whimpered, your hands following where you thought he’d touch first. Faint traces over the choker around your neck before dancing along your collarbone.

Slade paused to unbutton the rest of his shirt, discarding it quickly onto the floor, the cool aircon tickling his flesh.

“I’d run my hands over your tits…making sure to brush your nipples with my thumbs…then down over your stomach, along your thighs…”, he cursed again as he teased his cock through the fabric of his boxers, “I know how they quiver when I get close to your pretty little pussy…”.

“You're gonna let me wrap them around your head right?”, your fingers dipped into the cups of your bra, toying with your nipples, sparks of desire shooting through your nerves.

“You think you’ve been good enough for that?”.

Your body shuddered at his tone, a quiet moan leaving your plush lips.

“Hmm? Teasing me…when you know I’m on important work…I don’t think you deserve my tongue, kitten”, Slade grunted as he freed his cock from his boxers. You heard the slap of skin against his stomach, followed by a deep sigh as he wrapped his hand around it. He stroked it leisurely, his breathing speeding up considerably.

“Please”, you gasped, rolling your nipples between your fingers before trailing them down your stomach, teasing just above the waistband of your panties.

Slade squeezed his length, twisting his hand as he reached the head of his cock. Precum leaked out and he spread it over the tip with his thumb, “No…you're gonna make it up to me and just take what I give you—understood?”.

You slipped your fingers down into your panties, finding your swollen clit instantly. You circled it slowly, spreading your slick over it, making sure Slade heard your purrs of pleasure, “Y-yes Sir”.

“Fuck”, Slade cursed loudly, fisting his cock faster as he listened to your desire soaked mewls.

“What would you want me to do?”, you gasped as your fingers dip into your core, wet heat tight around your slim digits. You whined in frustration. They didn’t feel as thick as Slade’s. They didn’t stretch you nearly enough, not how you liked it.

Slade took another glance at the photo you’d sent him, focusing on your full, pouting lips.

“I’d want you on your knees, worshipping my cock”.

A flush washed over your body as you drove your fingers faster, brushing up against your g spot. Your voice dripped with lust, “Are you going to make me choke on it?”.

“Yes…”, he growled deeply, sliding his hand faster along his length, “I’d make sure you were gagging on my thick cock—it’s exactly what you deserve”.

You murmured his name in that soft, breathy voice he loved so much. The pace of your fingers sped up, whimpering when you felt your walls fluttering, “You—you know I love it when you fuck my mouth”.

Slade slowed his strokes and looked down, his shaft oozing with precum, “I do…I love seeing your lips wrapped around me”.

“Slade…”.

He grabbed his phone, taking several photos before sending them across to you, hearing your phone ping, “Can you see that kitten? That’s what you do to me”, his hips thrust up into his fist, “Fuck—”.

You moaned loudly when you saw the images of his throbbing cock on your phone, the heat coursing through your veins. Precum leaked from the tip on one of them, making you purr, wishing you were with him.

“W-what else are you going to do to me?”, you murmured, wondering if Slade could hear the wet slick of your fingers as you pumped them into your pussy faster.

“Is swallowing my cock not enough for you?”, you could hear the egotistical smirk tweaking the corner of his lips over the phone and you felt the fire flare in the pit of your stomach.

Whining desperately your fingers pushed further into your pussy feeling your desire costing them, “I—I always want more Sir”.

“So desperate for me aren’t you?”, he growled, wrapping his fist around his cock tighter, your voice driving him wild “Well, as much as I love the feel of your mouth kitten, you know how badly I’d want you stretched around my cock”.

Fuck. You muffled your moans into the pillow as you flicked your fingers over your swollen clit. The image of his large, thick shaft splitting you filled your vision. That burning stretch he gave you every time.

Slade laughed darkly hearing your reaction, “I’d sit you on top of me, watching as you slowly sink down…every goddamn inch”. He gripped his length stroking it harder, wishing it was your velvet walls casing it.

You sobbed in pleasure, “Y-yes Sir…I love riding your cock”.

“Oh kitten”, that voice, you’d heard it before on the field, that condescending tone that often meant he was about to outsmart whoever was in front of him, “You wouldn’t be riding it yet, I’d just have you keeping it warm for me. You still don’t deserve to cum yet”.

You could hear the soft papping over the phone, Slade fisting his cock fast at the thought of you warming his cock. You whimpered and begged him, “Please…”.

Slade threw his head back into the pillow and swore loudly, “No”, he grunted, feeling his length pulsing against his rough palm, “You’ll do as you’re told…sit on my cock and be a good girl for once, take what you’re given”.

“Please!! I need you to fuck me Slade…”, you purred in delight when your fingers brushed that sensitive spot inside your core, “I want to feel your thick cock pounding into me…”. You brought your free hand up to your breast and pinched your nipple, causing you to gasp out.

“You’re so desperate for me, I’d be able to feel your pussy squeezing me, aching for more”.

Your voice dripped with lust, the dark teasing tone lingered heavy on your tongue, “Of course I’m desperate for you, you always make me feel so good Sir…”.

“I’d thrust up a few times, slowly…you’d feel me throbbing inside your tight little cunt”, there was a hidden bite to his voice, a strain pulling at the deep chords.

You had to slow the speed of your fingers down, feeling the familiar tidal wave ready to wash over your body, “Slade, please—fuck, I need to cum…”.

“No—not yet”, his commanding tone carried down the phone making your body shiver with need.

The burning desperation scorched through you, your walls spasmed, needing to climax. You were so close but Slade wouldn’t let you. You growled low, “Fuck me Slade—before you hear me cumming down the phone without you”.

“Kitten—”.

“Slade please”, you sobbed, cutting over him to avoid any further punishment, “Please—I need you…I need you so badly”.

“I’d dig my fingers into your hips when I finally drove up hard, I’d bounce you up and down on my cock over and over…you’d be feeling me for days”, Slade’s voice broke towards the end as he strangled his cock, feeling it throb wildly.

“Fuck!”, you moaned louder feeling your climax bubbling. 

Slade pictured you with your fingers as deep as possible inside your cunt, trying to create that thickness only he gave you. He groaned huskily, “That’s it kitten—fuck—you’d be soaked, dripping down my cock”.

“Oh!! Y-yes!”, your voice shattered as you fell into an intense orgasm, your walls clenched and your thighs shook hard, “Fuck—Slade! Oh god!”. You sank your teeth into your bottom lip as you came.

“God you take me so well, fuck—”, he grunted in pleasure, speeding up the motions of his hand, “I’d—I’d fill that pretty little pussy, you wouldn’t be allowed to waste a drop…fuck—”. Slade groaned loudly as he came hard covering his stomach and hand with his load. He panted heavily down the phone, catching his breath back.

————

Humming softly in bliss, you smiled, soaking up the warmth buzzing through your nerves. No matter how it was you were with Slade, he always made you feel such intense sensations.

“Mmm…guess you like the new lingerie then”, you teased, letting out a deep, pleased sigh.

Slade scoffed, “Don’t know what gave you that idea”.

You giggled and rolled over onto your stomach, your legs curling up as you grabbed your phone, holding it to your ear, “I’m glad I kept the last set a secret, guess you’ll see that when you’re back home”.

Feeling the blood running back south to his cock, he growled darkly, “You’re a filthy fucking tease”. Slade sat up and started to clean himself off, throwing the dirty tissues into the bin at the side. He really needed to get back onto Mr. White. The sooner this was done, the sooner he could fly back.

“Kitten— as much as I’d like to stay and talk, I do need to finish this job I’m on”.

“What's the rush, cowboy?”.

“The quicker I finish this job, the sooner I can get back and punish you”, his voice returned to its usual baritone, the subtle hint of a southern twang decorating the syllables.

You laughed breathlessly, “And d’you think the infamous Deathstroke can finish the job so quickly?”.

“Watch it brat, you're already on thin ice”, he scolded, longing to abandon the job in favour of returning home to you.

“Hurry up home, Sir…”.

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 multilingual youtube list

If you're learning French, Spanish, German, etc. and are of need good stuff to watch...you've come to the right place.

French

○ observateur

○ les parasites

○ golden moustache

○ mademoisellegloria

○ the doll beauty

○ cyprien

○ norman

○ squeezie

○ innerFrench (he really explains concepts well)

○ damon & jo (they cover other languages apart from french)

○ easyFrench (i recommend this if you've studied beyond basics)

○ the purple palace

○ topito

○ danil le russe

○ max bird

Spanish

○ hola soy german (warning-he speaks rather fast but has interesting content)

○ superholly

○ easySpanish

○ dreaming spanish

○ jorge de león

○ enchufetv

○ luisito comunica

Portuguese

○ Porta dos Fundos

○ Easy Portuguese (have videos both on Brazil & Portugal)

Italian 

○ casa surace

○ learn italian with lucrezia

○ just mick (discusses philosophy)

○ tia taylor

○ chioma 

○ easy italian 

○ andrea cerrato

○ seoul mafia (italian living in SK)

German

○ kurzegsagt (dinge erklärt)

○ learn german with anja 

○ get germanized 

○ thisisvoyce

○ feli from germany

Swedish

○ Katrin Berndt

○ fun swedish

○ erik edler 

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Japanese

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○ japanese pod 01

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○ Miku real japanese

○ that japanese man yuta

○ choki

○ nigiricco

Korean

○ talk to me in korean

○ korean englishman 

○ conversational korean

○ dingo k-drama

○ kbs world tv - my neighbor Charles (show that goes into the lives of foreigners in Korea)

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○ paik’s cuisine

Russian

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Finnish

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Chinese

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Malay

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Hola amixx, espero esten bien, paso por aquí a contarles que estoy en proceso de graduación como ingeniera química y lamentablemente estoy incurriendo en muchos gastos que no he podido asumir, por tal motivo acudo a ustedes a solicitarles ayuda, si no pueden o no tienen sería de mucha ayuda para mi que puedan repostear esta publicación

En el enlace anterior pueden realizar las donaciones

Aquí les dejo una imagen de la fecha en la que envie mis documentos para la evaluación ante el comité de investigación y trabajo de grados

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[bookclub4m]

20 Humorous Romance by BIPOC Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

Courting Samira by Amal Awad

The Wildest Ride by Marcella Bell

A Proposal They Can't Refuse by Natalie Caña

Yinka, Where Is Your Huzband? by Lizzie Damilola Blackburn

Rent a Boyfriend by Gloria Chao

How to Find a Princess by Alyssa Cole

You Had Me at Hola by Alexis Daria

Game On by Seressia Glass

Manhattan Dreaming by Anita Heiss

Get a Life, Chloe Brown by Talia Hibbert

A Dash of Salt and Pepper by Kosoko Jackson

Much Ado about Nada by Uzma Jalaluddin

Serena Singh Flips the Script by Sonya Lalli

The Stand-Up Groomsman by Jackie Lau

Booked on a Feeling by Jayci Lee 

The Secret to a Southern Wedding by Synithia Williams

Pride and Protest by Nikki Payne

Tastes Like Shakkar by Nisha Sharma

The Worst Best Man by Mia Sosa

The Donut Trap by Julie Tieu 

[perspicaciouslynameless]

Books I Read in 2022

Similar to last year, this will start with the overall visual summaries, followed by a full list of the books I read.

Overall statistics by genre

In a shocking turn of events, romance and sci-fi/fantasy remain the top. Surprising number of young adult books though.

Rating and count of book by genre

Overall higher ratings across the board, even though I had one- and two-star ratings this year, but none last year, and that's because...

Ratings and page count over time

Almost no three-star ratings this year! Did I read better books or was I more generous?

Content

Similar to last year. Funniest thing remains the number of books I happen to read that are set in space, though I think the majority of that is actually rereads, so the continuation of the trend is not actually surprising.

Gantt Charts

Longest was definitely Guards! Guards!, which was due to me reading it slowly and not finishing it before I had to return it to the library (twice) and then eventually buying it.

Overall thoughts

Some of this year's favourites are:

All the Jackie Lau ones - she's a very straightforward author.

A Pho Love Story - this was lovely. Vietnamese authors are killing it. I don't think I've ever read another young adult book that really drove home how busy teenagers are with school, extracurriculars, and home stuff, which made this potentially the most relatable teen book ever to me. I promise it's not boring, though.

The Taming of Mei Lin - short stories can be really perfect sometimes. This got to the point and was funny and sexy while doing it.

He Mele a Hilo - Ryka Aoki is an author whose voice and perspective I really, really like after having read two books by her, and I would love to read more.

All the Kate Clayborn ones - I was disappointed to realize that she actually has not written a lot of books! If anyone has recs of books like Kate Clayborn's, please please please tell me.

Charming as a Verb - I really enjoyed how conscious this book was of the main character's place in society and what the potential consequences of his actions are, especially when it came to the big conflict at the end.

The Death of Vivek Oji - very queer, very focused on community, very ouch.

Into the Riverlands - can I read a Nghi Vo book without being completely in love with it? (No.)

My goals last year were:

To be more deliberate in my book choices - I think we can just give up on this one, tbh.

To put a dent in all the books I own that I haven’t read yet - no comment :|

Full list of books read

Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World, by Benjamin Alire Saenz

A Match Made for Thanksgiving, by Jackie Lau

A Second Chance Road Trip for Christmas, by Jackie Lau

A Fake Girlfriend for Chinese New Year, by Jackie Lau

A Big Surprise for Valentine's Day, by Jackie Lau

Iron Widow, by Xiran Jay Zhao

Life, the Universe and Everything, by Douglas Adams

The Taming of Mei Lin, by Jeannie Lin

A Pho Love Story, by Loan Le

Butterfly Swords, by Jeannie Lin

First Love, Take Two, by Sajni Patel

Through the Storm, by Beverly Jenkins

Donut Fall in Love, by Jackie Lau

So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish, by Douglas Adams

Just Business, by Anna Zabo

The Jasmine Throne, by Tasha Suri

Satisfaction Guaranteed, by Karelia Stetz-Waters

Ties that Bind, by Katee Robert

Animal Attraction, by Katee Robert

He Mele a Hilo, by Ryka Aoki

Mostly Harmless, by Douglas Adams

Delilah Green Doesn't Care, by Ashley Herring Blake

All Systems Red, by Martha Wells

Beginner's Luck, by Kate Clayborn

Luck of the Draw, by Kate Clayborn

Best of Luck, by Kate Clayborn

Missing Christmas, by Kate Clayborn

Artificial Condition, by Martha Wells

Charming as a Verb, by Ben Philippe

Rogue Protocol, by Martha Wells

Not My Father's Son, by Alan Cumming

Exit Strategy, by Martha Wells

You Had Me at Hola, by Alexis Daria

A Lot Like Adios, by Alexis Daria

Iron & Velvet, by Alexis Hall

The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins

The Death of Vivek Oji, by Akwaeke Emezi

From Bad to Cursed, by Lana Harper

The Girls I've Been, by Tess Sharpe

Catching Fire, by Suzanne Collins

Gideon the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir

Mockingjay, by Suzanne Collins

Slippery Creatures, by K.J. Charles

A Billionaire Between the Sheets, by Katie Lane

Waking Up With a Billionaire, by Katie Lane

Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett

The Billionaire's Wake-Up-Call Girl, by Annika Martin

Into the Riverlands, by Nghi Vo

The Sugared Game, by K.J. Charles

Subtle Blood, by K.J. Charles

Her Big City Neighbor, by Jackie Lau

The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, by Stuart Turton

Harrow the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir

Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail, by Ashley Herring Blake

Paris Daillencourt is About to Crumble, by Alexis Hall

A Lady for a Duke, by Alexis Hall

Partners in Crime, by Alisha Rai

[eeterna]

hola sofiii, aquí una fan tuya 🙊💕 me gustaría saber tu top 5 películas de este añooo!!!

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gnnnnn to my blogger favvvv. omg q pregunta tan genial, yo soy solo una pisciana q ve pelis pirateadas y las califica en letterboxd en base si me hacen llorar o no entonces este es mi top 5 pelis fav desde el punto de vista de una femcel muack muack

1. drive my car (2021) - Ryusuke Hamaguchi

un viaje de 179 minutossss dónde el protagonista es un fumador viudo con problemas de vista que dirige una obra de teatro y maneja un carro rojooooo super viejo que solo lo deja manejar por otra chica y se ayudan mutuamente durante su búsqueda en sanar heridas emocionales wowwwwwwwww y sencillamente el cine asiático chef kiss 💋. en algún momento de la peli sentí que también iba a audicionar para la obra de kafuku, incluso se siente cada momento de felicidad, tristeza e ira de una forma tan personalll. siempre estarán en mi corazón.

2. everything everywhere all at once (2022) - Daniel²

LA TENGO A FLOR DE PIEELLLLL. no me importa si dicen q está overrated porque sencillamente merece todas las más altas valoraciones. ojalá gane el oscar el otro año y la nominen a mejor costume design porque LOS OUTFITS, LOS COLORES, LAS ENERGIASSS. el hecho de que sea sobre multiversos y Marvel le quedó pendejo por un momento, la hizo una experiencia mágica, encima que maneja un humor tan raro pero que funcionó muy bien en mi. luego en el final me encontré chillando muy feo y me hizo un recorderis de mis mommy issues. para mí está peli sanó algo dentro de mi. pdta: te amo Evelyn, eres el mejor personaje en el mundo del cine

3. mommy (2014) - Xavier Dolan

duele tanto ver cada momento de esta peliiii, nunca olvidaré la escena desgarrante de cuando cambia el tamaño del ratio de la imagen (no se si se diga así, no se de cine pero se abría la pantalla por completo después de comenzó con otro tamaño de pantalla más pequeño) Y EL SIGNIFICADO FUE TAN IMPACTANTE de verdad que xavier jugó con la estabilidad emocional por 5 largos minutos y tuvo el descaro de poner experience de fondo (porfavor escuchenla) nono es inexplicable lo que sentí. ni hablar de su soundtrack tan espectacular, con solo decir que suena born to die y wonderwall THAT'S GAY SHIT BRO. yo no puedo decir más porque es algo que se tiene que vivir a ojos cerrados. fuí literalmente lo q dice i not the same person i was one movie ago.

4. Howl's moving castle (2004) - Hayao Miyazaki

ghibli me ha bautizado de muchas maneras pero está ha sido LA MAS BELLAAA ^^. tan agradecida con la vida de llamarme igual que el amor de la vida de Howl y es que cada que veo la peli y escucho su sofi sonrio como una bobaaaaa y pataleo los pies en el aire. yo llamaría a esto un verdadero hogar donde las brujas son solo señoras que necesitan creer en el amor, un príncipe hechizado que vivió muchos años siendo un espantapájaros, una llama de leña con un humor y un niño q se cree un mago viejito y el plottttttt del final demuestra el amor tan genuino de sophie y howl destinados a encontrarse y amarse por siempre. la vería milllll veces sin cansarme.

5. pearl (2022) - ti west

SHE'S A STARRRRRRRRRR 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟. pearl son todas las chicas que quieren salir a comerse el mundo pero la sociedad es injusta yyyy mia goth hizo esto por mi. sinceramente no me simpatizó la muerte de los animales tbh no tenía q dejar q el cerdo se llenará de gusanos !!!!!!! pero la entiendo su forma de canalizar sus emociones como la escena del comedor omg se sintió tan real. es un si total y espero poder seguir sonriendo por ella

gracias lau por este espacio, vease las q no se ha visto de acá xoxoxo