#i am un poco loco

[jemamore]

i respect only friends mew from seeing the disaster of ray and saying "i can't fix him", but he is absolutely de lulu thinking top will change for him, if he aint stopped sleeping around and doing drugs whilst youve been officially dating,,,,my bestie,,,,,,your dick aint gonna change him, dump his ass immediately, your hole deserves better

[iknaenmal]

PUPPY PRINCESS = JADEREZI SONG

[reg1ment]

“what should we play at this día de los muertos event” “idk just fucking put the coco soundtrack on repeat”

[sthavoc]

𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

𖥔 ࣪˖ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

𖥔 ࣪˖ summary: with all the events enzo is attending, he thinks it would be a good idea to learn a bit of english, especially with the Oscars coming around. lucky for him he had the perfect person.

𖥔 ࣪˖ warnings: just pure fluff

𖥔 ࣪˖ note: I wouldn’t mind teaching him if he asked 😅 this one is short and I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes.. I didn’t have enough time to proofread.. ohh and btw I will start taking requests for enzito! :))

“Dale nena. Un poquito na’ más.” Enzo’s arm travels around your waist as he brings you closer to him on the couch.

He had been attempting his very best to persuade you by showing him a few basics of English. He wanted to involve himself in additional conversations with other celebrities, and when the idea popped into his head he thought you would be the perfect help.

“Enzo.” You giggle pushing him with your hand on his chest. You noticed how he tried to look serious. “Que quieres aprender.” He smiles at how you give in.

“Lo básico.” He shrugs but then he thinks. “A ver cómo se dice—” he licks his lips, his elbow resting on the couch with his sight on you. “Es un gusto conocerte.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“It’s.. a pleasure.. to meet you.” Enzo repeats. His eyes squint as he somewhat tilts his head to the side due to the bit of struggle of pronunciation.

“Nada mal eh.” He smiles at your compliment.

“Gracias, gracias.” He brings his hand to his chest. “A ver cómo se dice… estoy muy contento de estar aquí.”

“I am very happy to be here.”

“I am.. very.. very—” he shakes his head making you giggle. “happy to be.. here!” He drops his hand in a sudden movement making the both of you move.

“Enzo!” your chuckles muffled into his chest. Your head looks up into his eyes as his arm remained wrapped around the back of your neck.

“Ya pero, como se dice-” he whispers with a hint of raspiness in his voice close to your lips. He speaks “Tengo a la novia más hermosa de todo el mundo” before giving your lips a peck as you smiled.

“I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the whole world.” You look into his eyes as he gave you one of his oh so charming smiles.

“I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the whole world.” he managed to say before he kissed your lips again. This time he brought your bottom lip into his own lips as his hand reached for your cheek. His thumb rested on the sculpture of your cheekbone while the rest of his hand rested on the back of your neck.

“sabes a dulce chiquita.” he whispers into your lips. The two of you chuckled at his comment. You pulled away licking your lips not even attempting to hide your growing smile as you stared at him.

Enzo somehow would always find a way to bring a smile to your face. Whether it was with a silly comment or him showing you affection and loading you with compliments.

Your fingers traced the strands of his hair that hung on his face or on the side of it. “que cosas dices En.”

“Te las digo a vos.” You roll your eyes jokingly as he shrugs. “Eres beautiful.” the word exaggerates coming out of his lips making you laugh at his goofiness.

“Pues tú eres handsome.” You give him a quick peck.

The two of you stayed in the couch enjoying each other’s comfortable silence. Enzo’s fingertips traced up and down on your bare arm, almost leaving goosebumps. You rested on his chest next to him as you kept your hand next to you while the other rested beneath you.

“Estás nervioso por los Oscars?” Your mumbled words vibrated on Enzo’s chest as you spoke.

“Un poco, pero entusiasmado.”

You bring your head up to look him in the eye. “No tienes por qué estar nervioso. Ya verás que se lo llevan, ustedes hicieron un gran trabajo.” His eyes had a glint in them as he softly gazed onto you. You seemed so positive. “Traen a todo mundo loco En. Ese Oscar es de ustedes. Y les voy a echar porras cuando digan las nominaciones.” You boop his nose with your finger tip making him blink before a smile appeared on his lips followed by—

“Ay, te amo chiquita.” He kisses you again. Your words eased him.

“Yo te amo más.”

[icyg4l]

PAC: What Do You Need to Know About Your Love Life Right Now?

Hello beautiful people. The topic of today's reading will be about love! This is my first PAC love reading that is features photos of the Queen of Love Songs herself, cause why not? I try to vary in topics so that I can deliver diversity amongst my reading topics. I do offer personal love readings as well as financial, career, education, general and readings about the other relationships in your life. Without further ado, please choose the image of Beyoncé that resonates with you that resonates with you.

Top Left-to-Bottom Right (1-4):

Pile 1: Pile One, you’re down bad, girl! I feel like this pile is in a monogamous relationship right now and you may be scared of what is to come. I feel like this relationship is new. This could be your first serious relationship that you’ve been in. And because of this, you feel afraid to mess anything up. Basically, you have high standards for this and don’t want it to end. There is nothing wrong with feeling this way. It’s common. But you need to be exerting this passionate energy into other things as well. Your relationship will only fail if you stop putting effort into it. So please… relax. Also, please stop letting any other failed attempts of relationships that you’ve had in the past affect your future. I don’t know why you let this happen but you are not the same person you were then. You have different boundaries and a different sense of self so please go easy on yourself, my love! You are not going to fail, boo. Just keep on moving with your boo! And lastly, ease into this whole exclusivity thing. Don’t rush it. You don’t have to expose your relationship to the public just yet. Do everything when your body feels it is right.

Cards Used: Temperance, Ace of Cups, Ace of Discs, 2 of Swords, Princess of Wands, 6 of Discs, 5 of Cups.

extras: dramatic. singer-songwriter. poet. dimples. big curly hair. big heart.

Pile 2: Pile Two, you’re quite the cocky one, aren’t you? I feel like this pile is someone that’s really guarded with their heart. You don’t seem to be easily trusting of others in general. I think you’re really focused on making stuff happen in terms of climbing the social ladder and congratulations to you! I feel like you have been tending to yourself, which is great. I’m sensing the energy of an ex. You let go of this crappy ex and everything has gotten significantly better. I’m getting big air sign energy from this pile, some real brainiacs are here lol. I feel like you should continue to focus on pursuing your personal goals and someone needs to here this: Go get your toes done! You’ve been doing an excellent job of calling the shots and exercising your throat chakra. You are not obligated to stay in anyone’s life in order to help them get their shit together so if someone makes you feel guilty for doing so, then fuck them! Pile Two, you owe yourself loyalty for sure. Please give it to yourself. Be generous towards yourself.

Cards Used: 6 of Wands, The Magician, 5 of Wands, 8 of Cups, 9 of Wands, Ace of Swords, Justice.

extras: megan thee stallion. rapper. un poco loco. ashley tisdale. donuts.

Pile 3: Pile Three, are you ready? I feel like you’ve been holding onto this very specific arrangement of love. You want to experience the magic of it all. However, it’s been a minute since you’ve been on the scene. I am getting some inexperience here. Maybe you’ve never really dated like that to begin with or it’s been a minute since you’ve gotten out there. I feel like there is actually someone on the horizon that you will come across. This could be someone that you work with or someone that you are already acquainted with. I think that this person would want to take you out on dates and do things the old fashioned way. They would be willing to do whatever you’d like but at the same time, they will take the lead. But in order for this, you have to be comfortable with the uncomfortable. It’s possible that you could also be divorced/widowed/distrusting of the dating scene (that’s completely understandable). But you need to listen to your gut, Pile Three. You will attract your person by keeping that vision pinned in the back of your mind, and I mean it.

Cards Used: 4 of Discs, The Lovers, The Chariot, 3 of Discs, The Hermit, 9 of DIscs.

extras: fresh prince of bel air. melanie barnett/”med school.” peaches. lint. seamstress.

Pile Four, someone’s getting some good good, but at what cost? Being in a sexual relationship with someone who does not share the same end goal as you is not as fun as you’ve been describing it. It was fun at first, but you know you want something more. So, why deny yourself the love that you want? I feel like you are putting in more energy than this person because you want something serious with them but you are not getting anything in return. Now you just feel drained and that sucks. You need to gather the strength to move past this person and put your sacral energy into something that matters. You will only continue to be disappointed because it is a one-sided connection. That person is stealing your energy whether you want to hear it or not. If you want better/more, then act like it. Know your worth, babe! There’s plenty of fish in the sea and there is plenty of fish that would want to wife you up.

Cards Used: The Devil, 9 of Cups, Princess of Cups, 8 of Wands, King of Wands, 4 of Cups, Strength, 5 of Discs, Prince of Discs.

extras: doormat. bald head. venus in the 12th house. argentina. frankenstein. black and white. southern belle. drones. washington d.c.

[scuderiadream]

invisible string

reader x charles leclerc

⊹ ࣪ ˖ summary : the expression "invisible string" alludes to a traditional chinese tale about a crimson thread of destiny binding two people together, this recounts the beginning of reader and charles' love affair, which saw them go from being complete strangers to falling in love and discovering that they were connected by an invisible string

⊹ ࣪ ˖ faceclaim : gracie abrams

⊹ ࣪ ˖ author note : this might be kinda? long idk? but yea please enjoy!! sorry if this is just flopping and ou if u have any reqs dont be shy and request! bcos i'm kinda running out of idea here ahah 🥹

ᝰ masterlist

y/n and charles love story begin back then during the 2022 monaco grand prix, they were a complete stranger until one day y/n's father decided to held a very fancy gala in monaco just before the race day. charles leclerc was one of the many millionaires and celebrities her father invited to his gala. charles politely accepted the invitation, and when he showed up at the gala, he was astounded by y/n's appearance in general. naturally, one thing led to another, and they eventually went on dates and invited y/n to his races, which resulted in their most romantic relationship ever.

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liked by charles_leclerc, username and 7.739 others f1wagshq y/n and charles spotted toegether in monaco! the couple looks like they spent an amazing day together <3

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charles_leclerc added to their story!

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after their romantic stroll around the city of monaco, y/n and charles enjoyed each other's company as they talk about their childhood or thier past life.

y/n pov :

i can feel his warmth body wrapping around mine as i linked my arm around his, walking through the city of monaco. i confessed to him about my childhood and how awesome it was. i told him that i remembered i was sitting on a grass, reading a book at the centennial park i used to think i would meet somebody there and how stupid it sounds.

he made an eye smile as his face lit up like a clueless little kid. "what's wrong? you're smiling like crazy" i said while i tilt my head a little to the side in confusion. as it turns out, he confessed to me that he was there too while on his vacation with his family, he was wearing a teal shirt when.

somehow we ended up laughing and giggling like a crazy person. its amazing how our stories just simply connect, were there clues i didn't see? as if all along there's some invisible string tying him to me?

charles pov :

after a few hours had passed, we continued to talk about our own experiences and how they always connected. i chuckle at how ridiculously foolish it sounds, but i feel like we were meant to be. it's funny how we went from being complete strangers to developing this devoted bond that i never imagined we would, she's what i've always been wanting for.

she sees me for who i am, as if i'm perfect. she opened the door to my heart that i couldn't open for a long time as i feel proud to call her as mine, my girl, mon amour.

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© credits to pinterest for the pics .

[kairiscorner]

just had an idea 👀👀 okok picture this- the spiderteens making spiderperson!reader do tiktok dances with em but tHHEEEENNN one of em (maybe hobie 🤭🤭) mentions a tiktok dance and they get (more like force) reader to do it with miguel 👀👀👀👀

up to you whatever tiktok dances or trends you want em to do 😌😌

~ 🫐

OMG THAT REMINDS ME OF THE 'MAKING MIGGY DANCE WET THE BED' FIC I MADE ... but i want him to do the 'say so' dance this time :3

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

miguel o'hara x spider person!reader doing tiktok dances

"no." "c'mon, please?" "no." "pretty please with a cherry on top?" "with extra sprinkles?" "and a stick of dynamite up your ass?" "no, no, no, and–no."

you grumbled as pavitr frowned and hobie chuckled, wrapping his arm around the boy's shoulder and trying to cheer him up with a 'punny' joke he came up with on the spot. you took miguel's hand as he huffed and looked away from you. "miggy, you can't say no to this! i'll make you do karaoke with me next time if you don't dance with me today." you threatened him as you contorted your face into a pouty look with furrowed eyebrows—mocking him as his grumpy face just even grumpier. he sighed as he yanked his arm out of your grasp. "not like i'll go with you anyway." "then how come we got you to sing 'un poco loco' with peter b on jess' birthday?" "that was part of the itinerary." "you singin wasn't..." you corrected him as miguel pinched his nose bridge—his angry pout looking angrier and angrier, but soon mellowing out into a more peaceful calm as he breathed in and nodded slowly.

"that's all i'm gonna admit, though." he said as he let his guard down gradually, and you took advantage of this and took him by the fingers and dragged him all the way to the front of your phone where the song 'say so' by doja cat was playing. miguel was stuttering and stammering, with gwen and pav whooping, with miles giving miguel a pretty surprised look—and with hobie yelling out a, "c'mon, ya geezer, be fun for once!" miguel sighed as you took your place next to him, with him hiding behind you a little, whispering in your ear, "i am replacing you once this is over." "then we'll keep the dance going on and on and on then, miggy." you teased him as you played the song again, and taught him the dance as the camera was rolling, unbeknownst to him. miguel awkwardly and stiffly followed your movements at first, but eventually getting himself lost in the rhythm as he danced to the beat—ignoring the cheers of the four kids and just admiring how graceful and carefree you seemed while dancing; smiling and laughing when you made mistakes, but keeping the rhythm going nonetheless.

every time you did the punch rolling and focus movements, you always got so close to miguel—bringing your faces a mere few inches apart, always catching him off guard. it brought chuckles to your voice and smiles to your face whenever you'd see the way his eyes'd widen and his pout would get poutier after you pull away. when you did the last part, 'why don't you say so?', you did the hand gestures and body movements so enthusiastically that miguel stepped backwards. and at the end, just to add an element of surprise at the end of your tiktok, you planted a kiss on miguel's nose.

a soft little whimper escaped this man's full, plush lips subconsciously—making you giggle and get flustered, rushing over to stop the video as pav and gwen cheered for you two, with miles giving you both heart hands as hobie kept mouthing 'the big wanker's a red flag, but that was cute,' with a huge smile on his face as miguel looked at you with a stunned expression—not knowing if this was your intention for getting him to dance with you, or if it was all just in the spur of the moment. either way, he couldn't help himself from constantly rubbing the spot on his nose where you gently pecked at him with your soft lips. he might ask you himself next time if there was a new tiktok trend you might wanna try... one that involved some kissing, maybe...

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

[swagtastic-bougie-pompadour]

HELL YEAH UN POCO LOCO DIRECTOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ah, bonjour! Je m'appelle Salvatore! I was informed très rapidement by Mr. League Representative that I was to take on a new job temporarily! Though as much as I am fou de language, I hope you don't find me too étrange!

And I am perfectly happy to communicate with you all in any language, should anything happen! May we have wonderful wonderful vacances de Cadoizo--Delibird Day vacations--together for the week!

[enigmatist17]

It had been a wonderful Día de los Muertos, the first where Miguel could honestly say his entire heart and soul had been poured into it. It wasn't the best feeling to realize he hadn't been as into things as he should have been, but to actually have seen the Land of the Dead...well, he understood now.

"Make sure you change before you go to the graveyard!"

"Sí mamá!" As much as Miguel loved the charro outfit abuelita had personally made for him, he was more than happy to slip into jeans and a tank top to cool off, eyeing the guitar in the corner with a grin as he grabbed his new hoodie from his closet. It had taken months for the historical society that looked over things like Papá Héctor's guitar to allow his family the honor of placing it in the shrine they'd all built for Héctor's poems and notes. Miguel took care to clean it every day after they had finally been given the rights to it, and after about a month, Enrique had unhooked it from its case and waited for Miguel to come home from school.

"You are allowed to play it here at home, special shows, and on Día de los Muertos with permission."

His son could have blinded the world with his smile, the teen letting out the loudest grito Santa Cecilia had ever heard.

Now, it was slung across his back as Miguel ran to the graveyard, waving at familiar faces as he crossed the threshold. The area belonging to his family was tucked into one of the far sides, not far from the Marigold Bridge he'd crossed last year. Miguel scowled when he eyed Ernesto's mausoleum along the way, quickly looking around before giving the bust a middle finger before he took his familiar route along the side of the marble structure.

Hah, did you see that! I am so proud of my little chamaco!

A familiar laugh freezes Miguel in place, and for a moment, he looks around, only to shrug. He knows Papá Héctor would have laughed, or so he hoped, and Miguel smiles when he finally sees the worn tombstones adorned with the cempazuchitl he'd spent time carefully placing with his little sister. Some of the mariachi from around town had offered to keep an eye on the site from the many burgeoning fans of Héctor Rivera away from where he'd been laid to rest, tipping their hats before moving a little ways away for privacy. Miguel smiled when it was finally just himself, shifting the guitar so he could start strumming whatever little tune came to his mind as he took a seat in the grass.

"I hope you all had a great time tonight, I know I have." Miguel began, eyes drifting over to the two new additions to the family plot. The first was Mamá Coco's, the woman having passed three months after Miguel had returned with a song that revived her memory and hopefully saved her father. On the other side of the plot was the second new headstone, one that had been missing for far too long.

Héctor Rivera

Loving Father Husband and Musician

Recuérdame

"We found you Papá Héctor...had you buried about two weeks ago." Miguel sighed as he picked at the beginning notes to Un Poco Loco. "Papá let me play your guitar all day, and everyone closed down so they could attend, which was really nice. They wanted to give you Er-his mausoleum, but Mamá Elena said she'd rather burn it down than keep you away from Mamá Imelda any longer." The memory of watching the historical committee flinching at her legendary chancla made Miguel laugh to himself, and his tempo increased a little as he looked back at the invisible bridge. "I miss you guys."

We miss you too nino, last year was certainly exciting!

Miguel nearly dropped Héctor's guitar as he jerked around, knowing for a fact he had heard someone this time.

"Hola? Someone there?" Aside from some townsfolk celebrating a good few feet away, no one else seemed close enough for Miguel to hear so clearly. That changed a moment later when he heard Dante's familiar barking, the Xolo appearing to the world from seemingly nowhere to bound over to Miguel, knocking the boy onto his back to lick at his face.

Dante, get off the poor boy!

Miguel giggled as he lightly pushed Dante off of him, only to freeze when a skeletal hand covered in an orange glow grabbed the alebreije by the scruff of his neck. Said hand belonged to his Tía Rosita, his great-great aunt not noticing that Miguel could see her until Dante was let go, the taller woman freezing before a wide grin crossed her face.

Miguel?

"T-Tía Rosita?" Miguel quickly scrambled up and onto his feet, eyeing her with disbelief as he slowly reached for her hand, fully expecting to phase through her like he had with the living last year.

He did not, and found himself smothered into a tight hug as he let out a loud laugh of disbelief.

Now I don't want to accuse you of anything, but you didn't steal from an ofrenda this year, did you? Miguel pulled back when she finally cleared her throat, one eyebrow raised as he frantically shook his head.

"N-No, I learned my lesson, promise! I don't kno- wait! I-I've been hearing people since I left the house." Miguel grabbed his right arm when he thought of a familiar voice he'd sworn he'd imagined a few minutes ago, and his Tía smiled in understanding. "Is...?"

Come on, I think someone will be happy to see you. Tía Rosita held out her arm for Miguel to link with after he slung his bisabuelo's guitar over his shoulder. To the living, it looked like Miguel was escorting an invisible person through the graveyard and out into town, the boy stuffing an earbud into his ear to make it look like he was on the phone as he filled Rosita in on some of his personal life. There were skeletons every which way Miguel looked now, and while some may have noticed with a start, they mostly left the duo alone as they headed across town to a small park Miguel had been to only once or twice. He could see Mamá Coco dancing with Papá Julio as Héctor played for them, having perched himself up into the branches of the large tree that cast shade to most of the park in the daytime. Victoria sits on a bench watching with a soft smile, sometimes looking away when Óscar and Felipe laugh about something, going through the offerings the Rivera's had left for them. Mamá Imelda was sitting at the base of the tree, just keeping a gentle eye on her family while occasionally glancing up at her husband, a soft look Miguel could never have imagined crossing her face every time she laid eyes on him. Naturally, she's the first to see him, and for a moment, she has to take in the way Rosita ruffles his hair before she shoots up and onto her feet.

Miguel?!

There's a loud twang as the music comes to an abrupt halt, six pairs of eyes shooting over to where Miguel and Rosita stood arm in arm, but the child is only focused on one set in particular.

"P-Papá Héctor?" A year's worth of anxiety melts away at the sight of his stunned bisabuelo, and despite being thirteen years old now, Miguel can't stop the tears that blur his vision. It had been agony not knowing if he'd been fast enough that morning, and familiar arms were scooping Miguel up and against familiar bones before a sob tears itself from his throat.

I've got you chamaco, todo va a salir bien.

Miguel could feel others coming up to hug him, but all he could focus on was the man holding him. His bones were still stained with age and his brush with the Final Death, but after Miguel wiped some tears from his face, he noticed they were a good shade brighter than he saw that infamous night. Sobs of pent anxiety turn to sobs of joy as he hugs Héctor as tight as he could, only to giggle when the poor man's head pops off and into his hands.

"Lo siento!" Héctor and Miguel stared at each other before the elder snorted in amusement. Imelda gently reassembled her husband as the two dissolved into laughter, eyes rolling good-naturedly as the family finally stepped back to give them space.

So, would anyone like to explain? Victoria eventually spoke up, unable to keep the small smile off her face as she watched Miguel and Héctor giggle at each other. You didn't steal from an ofrenda again, right?

"Why is that the first assumption!" The teen huffed, pointedly avoiding the looks sent his way, along with Felipe's prodding to make sure no skeleton parts were becoming visible. "No I did not, I just...well, I don't know!"

It could be

A side effect?

"Maybe?" Miguel shrugged, smiling a little when Imelda took one of his hands and gently squeezed it. "I..it's really nice to see all of you, I uh, I've thought about you every day."

As have we corazón, in fact, it's hard not to with all you did for us last year. Miguel grinned when Julio ruffled his hair, heart constricting when he saw the smile on his Mamá Coco's face. Socorro couldn't get enough of hearing about your adventure last year.

My intelligent little bisnieto, you have definitely taken after papá. If he had been able to, Héctor would have fallen to pieces at the statement, settling instead for a loud sniffle and squeeze of the boy in his arms.

As much as they all wanted to stay in this happy little bubble, the sky was getting lighter as sunrise came ever closer. Miguel escorted his dead family back to the bridge, one hand firmly holding Héctor's as the other was in Coco's, Dante trotting beside his master with happy barks.

"Do you think I'll be able to see you again next year?" Miguel asked when they finally came to a stop beside the barrier, rubbing his right arm with a hesitant smile.

Maybe, maybe not. We will always be here regardless, don't ever forget that Miguel. Imelda knelt down, giving him a small hug before kissing his forehead. We will always love you, visible or not.

She's always right, you know. Héctor laughed, hanging back as everyone hugged the teen before crossing the barrier and out of Miguel's sight. Soon, only Héctor remained, the taller man kneeling down to hug Miguel as close as he could.

"I hope I get to see you every year...I miss you so much Papá Héctor,:

I do too, I'm so so proud of you. Miguel smiled as he looked up at his ancestor, pulling away despite never wanting to let go. He wouldn't be able to handle any sort of delay in getting his Papá Héctor to safety, aware the sun was close to breaching the horizon.

"You should go home, Papá Héctor; no last-minute saves here." He sniffled, watching Héctor get to his feet and look over at Santa Cecilia with a soft smile.

Get some rest chamaco, I'll see you next year. With one last ruffle of Miguel's hair, Héctor smiled and took his step through the barrier, leaving the teen standing alone at the edge of the graveyard.

"Yea...I'll see you next year." Miguel smiled as he began to whistle, the idea for a new song forming as he headed home.

So far, it's definitely the best Día de los Muertos he's ever had!

[esuemmanuel]

No, no soy un tonto por sentirme así... ¡Soy un loco empedernido, amante de su oficio y de lo que la poesía me quiere decir! Oh, que amo sentir a raudales este viento en mis entrañas; aire que desnuda a mis células con el placer de una caricia embestida de cálida luz... ¡Respiro tanto! ¡Inhalo y exhalo! Y dejo... un poco de aire dentro de mi cuerpo cuando se trata de pronunciar en silencio tu nombre junto al mío... ¡Qué deleite es degustar con la boca la candidez de tu existencia! Y aunque no estés, estás conmigo... ¡Esa es la diferencia entre el que siente con la tinta y el que se sumerge en la ciencia!

— Esu Emmanuel©, No, I'm not a fool for feeling this way…. I am an inveterate madman, lover of his craft and of what poetry wants to tell me! Oh, how I love to feel this wind in my entrails in torrents; air that undresses my cells with the pleasure of a caress onslaught of warm light…. I breathe so much! I inhale and exhale! And I leave… a little air inside my body when it comes to silently pronounce your name next to mine…. What a delight it is to taste with my mouth the candor of your existence! And although you are not here, you are with me…. That is the difference between the one who feels with ink and the one who immerses himself in science!

[changeling-rin]

So, someone (let's say Zant because he is insane enough) casts a curse on the Links that forces them to randomly break out in song, a la Disney style.

Which Disney song does each Link solo to?

How do the villains react?

Gen: Dig A Little Deeper (The Princess And The Frog)

Speck: I've Got A Dream (Tangled)

The Four: Try Everything (Zootopia)

Ocarina: When I Am Older (Frozen 2)

Mask: Why Should I Worry? (Oliver And Company)

Dusk: Un Poco Loco (Coco)

RGBV: When I See An Elephant Fly (Dumbo)

Lore: Friend Like Me (Aladdin)

Realm: Zero To Hero (Hercules)

Sketch: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (Mary Poppins)

Wind: How Far I'll Go (Moana)

Steam: On My Way (Brother Bear)

Shadow: Be Prepared (Lion King)

Oni: I'll Make A Man Out Of You (Mulan)

The villains, of course, are all collectively baffled... and/or are laughing their heads off

[caitlynnrosespn]

Maps I have never been able to do all the way through and why:

Chandelier: I haven't seen the full thing at all because I'm scared the coach is going to come through the TV and murder me

Fire (from 2019): the moves they do when the song goes "bullet bullet bullet" kill me and I end up on the floor laughing my ass off in the fetal position. They're just so energetic and passionate about those moves and I find that way to hilarious

Boss Witch: CRINGE at that cover I'm so sorry but it's so bad

Animals Extreme: im sorry i am a curvy woman MY BODY WAS NOT MADE TO MOVE LIKE THAT

Numb: I will start weeping Linkin Park was my childhood and I miss Chester so much and I never thought they were going to be in the game but now they are and that makes me cry

Despacito Extreme: i love that one, i am always down for a extreme with jessy in it, but the image of me attempting to do the ground move at the end is nothing short of fucking hilarious

Holding Out For A Hero: i used to be able to do that splits but I lose it at the guy kicking the watermelons

Prince Ali: really I can't get through any of the Disney songs minus un poco loco but I found out its mehdhi who does Aladin and now I just get mesmerized by how much young mehdhi looks like Aladin

Rasputin: my friends little brother does it so much better so I rage quit

[fweebie]

Songs that I think suit the wives (excluding myself) in the au household (note: I struggled with some of these but I tried)

(By the way the first song I decided to do is y’all’s song from Six from the wive you guys are most like)

Kat- I don’t need your love (Catherine Parr’s song) September (Earth, Wind & Fire), Try Everything (Zootopia), Masquerade (Phantom of the Opera)

Fweebie- Get down (Anna/Anne of Cleve’s song), Don’t stop believing (Journey), Nobody like U (Turning Red), Overture (Phantom of the Opera)

Eli- All you wanna do (Katherine Howard’s song), I wanna dance with somebody (who loves me) (Whitney Houston), Be our guest (Beauty and the beast), Angel of Music (Phantom of the Opera)

Scout- Don’t lose your head (Anne Boylen’s song), A sky full of stars (Coldplay), Un Poco Loco (Coco (let’s be honest, Alfred does drive us crazy but we still love him as a husband and brother in law), Think of me (Phantom of the Opera)

Fern- No way (Catherine of Aragon’s song), Girls just wanna have fun (Cyndi Lauper), If I didn’t have you (Monsters Inc), Poor fool he makes me laugh (Phantom of the Opera)

I like the song choices!

For you I pick: We don’t talk about Bruno(Enchanto), They way I am (Ingrid Michaelson), All I ask (Phantom of the opera)

[grandhotelabyss]

The FAILING New York Times recently asked their columnists to select “the one piece of culture that, to them, best explains America." The majority of responses are what you'd expect. (Ted fucking Lasso?) Personally, I'm a Melville's The Confidence-Man man, but I'm curious to hear your response.

I mean, it's probably that James O'Keefe video I just referenced. But seriously, folks...it's got to be "Self-Reliance." Pretty much everything good and bad flows out of this, including unembarrassed citations of TV ephemera from would-be literati and other cultural elites:

Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind. Absolve you to yourself, and you shall have the suffrage of the world. I remember an answer which when quite young I was prompted to make to a valued adviser, who was wont to importune me with the dear old doctrines of the church. On my saying, What have I to do with the sacredness of traditions, if I live wholly from within? my friend suggested,—“But these impulses may be from below, not from above.” I replied, “They do not seem to me to be such; but if I am the Devil's child, I will live then from the Devil.” No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature. Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this; the only right is what is after my constitution, the only wrong what is against it.

I didn't love The Confidence-Man, found it claustrophobic and cynical, the kind of angry old man cynicism that's kin to sentimentality, as you also find in Twain or Vonnegut, whom I also don't love. I prefer Melville when he's sublime or when he's perverse or when he's elegiac. If I were going to pick a novel, it might be The Scarlet Letter, which contains most of the national character except the race stuff, and explains the entirety of the cultural logic—even re: the race stuff—by which Emerson's antinomianism doesn't spin off into total madness. Just for fun, here's the opening paragraph, in the same vein, of Harold Bloom's Introduction to his Modern Critical Views volume on Pynchon:

We all carry about us our personal catalog of the experiences that matters most—our own versions of what they used to call the Sublime. So far as aesthetic experience in twentieth-century America is concerned, I myself have a short list for the American Sublime: the war that concludes the Marx Brothers’ Duck Soup; Faulkner’s As I Lay Dying; Wallace Stevens’s “The Auroras of Autumn”; nearly all of Hart Crane; Charlie Parker playing “Parker’s Mood” and “I Remember You”; Bud Powell performing “Un Poco Loco”; Nathanael West’s Miss Lonelyhearts; and most recently, the story of Byron the light bulb in Pynchon’s Gravity’s Rainbow.

[chappellrroan]

I am. But I'm waiting on summer. I really needed to talk to her but she went mia. Now I don't remember what I wanted to talk to her about but idk why I'm still here. I should probably go tho.

- un poco loco

Haina achanak even idk kidhar gayi, @dumbass-unchecked kidhar hai aap mohtarma

[iloveslllycatss]

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what does your room smell like !

a whole bunch of fucking perfume and candles AHAHAH

what song is your aesthetic !

THIS IS HARD. i’ll name a few bc there so many. || running out of time - tyler the creator || everlong - foo fighters || the other woman - lana del rey || un poco loco - coco || wake up in the sky - bruno mars, kodak black and someone else idk || take on me - ah ha || 505 - am || u get me so high - the neighborhood || only - nicki minaj

there’s so many bro i cant choose im so indecisive

vague about your crush(es) !

i only have 2 atm

— one is tall, mexican and funny as fuck, always making me laugh/smile

— other is miguel diaz .

what do you listen to music on !

spotify