#i still dont even speak spanish i had to check this in google

[americanalivesinelsalvador]

First three months-dec/jan 2022

I want to first write from my journal at 7 weeks time.  Time is not moving fast.  Its been challenging living here, but overall its been nice.. The climate this time of year, it is now January, got here intially on december 2nd, is very nice.  Sunny everyday, we are in the dry season.   I am told by my partner who is Salvadorean that the dry season is from nov to apr.  And I fact checked Kathi and Janice on google.  Those are my sisters who I call the fact checkers.  LOL  It doesnt matter what I say they will google it.  LOL  I dont mind.  Anyone can for that matter.  The people here are soooo kind, everyone says hello and I believe it is inpolite if you dont say Buenas Dias in the morning, Buenos Tardes in the afternoon which by the way is usually after 12, I had to ask, and Buenos Noches in the evening.  I love it!  One of the reasons I moved here was because I wanted a more of a connection with people and my partner knows everyone in and around the town and neighborhood.  Oh!  by the way, cant have a conversation with anyone at the moment because I dont speak spanish.  But there are a number of men here who lived in the USA and got deported who can carry on a conversation with me in english.  More of that later.  How else I stay connected is with Facebook’s expat group.  For those of you interested or in need it’s ElSalvadorexpats.  Very informative, truly a foreigners lifeline.  I also found a Non Denominational Church in San Salvador which by the way is about an hour from us which is run by an American.  Everyone there is from somewhere outside of the country.  I even met someone from North Carolina which is where I was living before coming here.  I also have a notary person who speaks english who is helping me with translating documents, immigration, and tourist extention.  Your only allowed to be in country for 90 days at a time. We are currently living in a rental for 100 dollars a month.  We pay electric which is 15, cable tv 25, and internet 20.  Not bad but mind you we are not in San Salvador which you will pay much more, nor are we in the center of town of San Rafael.  We live amongst the farming community which in my opinion is much nicer because its quiet, peaceful and the community is tight. We are in San Rafael Cedros in Cuscatlan which is a division of the country.  We are on top of a mountain, still trying to find out the elevation and the climate is much cooler.  The   house that my partner owns is not quite ready for us to move in.  We are in the process of painting now, soon to lay tile.  The outdoor kitchen, the patio, the outdoor bathroom, outdoor cooking area still needs to be prepared also.  We have been working on it since September.  The labor is long because everything is done by hand.  There has been lots of digging, property walls built, cement mixed, underground water tank and plumbing installed, a new very large bedroom and extented high ceiling and new roof, all of which is done by hand.  These guys are hardworking.  We hired 3 men. Plus I dont mind keeping them at work because they NEED the money.  An average good paying salary here is about 400 a month.  I especially like Douglas because he is fun, pleasant, hardworking and kind.  My partner Hector never needs to be hanging over their heads to work because they are honest people.Ok, gonna stop now because I need a break.  More to be discussed later.  Buenos Tardes everyone!!!!

[dualitysdownfall]

¡Hora de aventura!

(Wait, wrong fandom.)

¿Que hora es? ¡Tiempo para una telenovela con Asgoro y Toriel!

Original comic by @pig-demon

[wolferals]

🇪🇸ENCANTADO🇪🇸

This is the first part of my new arón piper fanfiction called „finally fallin'“

I hope you like it☀️

<arón piper x reader>

(The spanish is all google translate, i wont take responsibility for mistakes)

chapter 1

Your heart was pounding, your hands were shaking and your knees were weak. New things troubled you, made you almost anxious. Like college.

It was your first day of your third semester as you were studying design. When you had started dedicating your life on your projects you were still living in y/h/c (your home country), in a very small yet incredibly expensive apartment in the middle of the city with your best friend.

Everything was going perfectly fine, your grades were good and all your projects turned out the way they were supposed to.

But after one year of going to Uni, it bored you. A bad habit of yours. You got bored very easily and needed an immediate change.

It took a good amount of 5 weeks until your professor announced you could take a semester abroad in Madrid, Spain.

Your Spanish wasn’t exactly what you‘d call fluent but it was good enough to understand the basics.

A week before your time to leave had come you fortunately found a tiny little one room apartment somewhere outside the center for an affordable price.

It wasn’t quite fancy or anything but since you were a creative person, you were sure you could still make something out if it. Your parents had promised you to help you out with some money if you cant find a job to make you pay your bills. But besides that, the university was totally free for you because of your uni‘s connections back home.

And thats how you ended up here right now, staring at the huge doors of this tremendously big modern building in the middle of Madrid.

First day of Spanish university. Your classes were all in English which gave you a little bit of hope.

After taking a deep breath you opened the heavy white, wooden door and stepped inside just to be met with a dozen students walking through the halls, trying to find their class.

You didnt know where to go either but for your sake there was a campus map to your right that told you exactly where to go for your first class. Photography arts.

You loved photographing, finally taking that course excited you a lot.

By the time of 8:22 you reached the lecture hall and took a seat in one of the corners. You noticed that there weren‘t many students here yet which surprised you since classes start at 8:30 sharp.

You took out your Laptop to take some notes just in case and crossed your legs to observe the room a little before the professor came in.

In the next 5 minutes more and more students walked into the hall and found themselves some seats. A dark skinned girl with dreads and a septum piercing sat down behind you and smiled at you while passing by.

She looked amazing, you thought to yourself.

Checking out the other people you started asking yourself if they were all exchange students from non spanish-speaking countries.

Suddenly the second seat to your right got flipped down and a dark haired, brown eyed boy sat down, placing his backpack on the floor.

You tried to be nice and smiled.

He was cute, you thought and checked out his outfit.

He was wearing dark lightly washed out jeans and a white shirt. You immediately noticed the silver chain dangling off his neck.

He gave you a quick smile before grabbing his own laptop and putting it on the table in front of him.

Looking down you noticed that his phone had fallen out of his bag when he took his laptop out. But before you could indicate anything the door got slammed close and an old woman walked up to the desk in the middle of the hall.

„Welcome class of 2019. My name is Profesora Rodriguez and in this semester i‘ll be teaching you the arts of modern photography. I‘m assuming you‘ve taken photography classes before so I‘m going to spare you the details of basic skills you have to possess.“

She seemed like a very strict yet kind of sweet „teacher“ and you were sure she was going to teach you a lot about the topic you really wanted to know more about.

*time skip, after class*

Profesora Rodriguez endet the course about 2 hours later and the students started to leave the lecture hall very quickly.

Slowly you packed your laptop and your notebook back in your bag, taking your time since he door was stuffed anyways. The guy who had sat close to you had been one of the first to leave the hall, but unfortunately you had forgotten to tell him about his phone being on the floor.

It was still there.

You grabbed your back and then bent down to pick up his black iPhone.

You actually wanted to take it to a professor since you didnt even know his name.

As you walked out the door shortly after, it rang.

The display showed a weird looking phone number and a name. Arón.

You let it ring for a bit and then decided to pick up to maybe ask this person where his friend could‘ve gone so you could return the phone as fast as possible.

„Hello?“ you asked.

You didnt get an answer immediately but then a voice spoke:“Itzan? Quién eres tú?“ -„Oh I‘m sorry I dont speak Spanish. I found this phone on the floor in photography class. Do you know where I could find your friend?“

The guy coughed once before replying:“He is going to training now but we wanted to meet.. maybe you could come there too?“ You nodded even though he of course couldnt see that. „Yes of course, where is that?“

The deep voice then told you the address which you put in google maps to make sure you‘d find it.

He as well told you to come there by 12:30 so you still had some time to maybe get some food inbetween.

„Oh thanks so much! Im sure your friend will thank you for setting this up.“

He laughed a little and then spoke:“I‘m sure he will thank YOU for bringing him his phone.“

You chuckled back and then hung up to finally return to your apartment, grab a snack and text your mom about your first day of college in Spain.

*time skip to 12:35*

Nervously you were waiting for the guy who had lost his phone at the location his friend told you about.

You were standing in front of a restaurant somewhere in Madrid, holding onto your purse and his phone as if your life depended on it.

It took about 5 minutes until you recognized his face again and approached him. He looked confused as you were walking up to him.

„Hey! I found your phone in class before and your friend called and told me to come here to give it back.“

You held out his phone.

He smiled brightly.

„Ay dios mio, thank you so much! I was sure i would never find it again.“

His eyes were sparkling at you and he pulled you in a short hug.

„No problem, your friend was really nice.“ you smiled at him.

„What friend?“ He asked out of curiosity before putting his phone back in his pocket.

„Yo.“ a voice behind you spoke. „Ay hermano! Gracias por llamarla!“ (hey bro, thanks for calling her)

You turned around. And thats when you saw him for the first time.

„Arón, encantado.“

[lyrazehedgieboiii]

Sonamy #2 AU

@blogkittylove, you requested this story from the Choice Board, so here it is!

Before you start reading the story, I just wanted to let you know that this is a different AU, than the other one. This one is where Sonic’s in the mafia, and he’s hiding his true identity from Amy. He speaks in Portuguese, but in this story, he’ll speak Spanish, because Portuguese is harder for me to understand and speak, so I’m going with Spanish. (Because I am LMAO) What’ll happen when he tells an order to one of his men in Spanish, unaware that Amy understands? 

(Amy’s POV)

I was sitting in my apartment watching T.V, until I heard the door unlock. Standing there was my boyfriend, Sonic. He was wearing a black fedora and a white dress shirt, which was kind of open at his chest. Oh my Chaos, that chest fur. It’s not a lot, but it’s still there. He looked at me and then the clock, and walked over. I smiled, while his was more smug.

     “Hi, Sonikku. How was your day?” I asked him, as he cuddled besides me. He rested his face in the crook of my neck and nuzzled.

     “It was alright. What about you?” He said, licking my neck a little. It made me squirm a little.

     “It was good, I wrote a few recipes, so I tried making them at the bakery. Everyone liked it, and a lot of people bought it. I brought some for you.” I could tell that he was smiling on my neck.

     “Where is it?” I pointed to the kitchen, and he ran to find the cupcake box. His mouth was covered in it, and he was moaning in delight. My face started heating up for some reason, but I ignored it. Sonic turned and noticed that I was staring at him, and that just caused my face to become more red. He smirked again, and devoured the last cupcake, and walked back to me. While he was walking, he got a phone call, probably from Knuckles, and went to my bedroom to answer it. I suddenly remembered that I left my phone in there, and I was in contact with Sonic’s mother, so I tip-toed to the door and put my ear against it.

    “What?! Find it, Knuckles.” Sonic’s voice was booming from the other side of the door, and he seemed angry.

    “Boss, relax, we’re trying. Besides, you don’t want your girlfriend eavesdropping in this conversation, do you?” I heard Knuckles’s voice from over the phone, but not all the way.

    “Shut up, I don’t think she would do that anyways, she respects my privacy. My Chaos, I love her...”

    “Can you talk in Spanish though, you never know...” I knew Sonic could speak Spanish, but he didn’t know that I could too. I heard a sigh.

    “Lo quiero muerto, Knuckles. ¿entiendes?” (I want him dead, Knuckles. Do you understand?) Wait a minute... Muerto means dead. Why would Sonic want to kill somebody? Wait, no. Maybe he’s saying that in a figurative way? A metaphor, perhaps?

    “Sí señor. Tenemos hombres que le detectan ya que hablamos.” (Yes sir. We have men tracking him down as we speak) Tracking him down? Probably to get him in jail, I guess.

    “Perfecto, ha pasado mucho tiempo desde que tuve el placer de dispararle a alguien.” (Perfect, it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten the pleasure of shooting someone.) Okay, now those innocent thoughts are gone. He’s actually talking about killing. Shooting somebody to be exact. I thought Sonic worked with boats and vehicles? Or at least, that’s what he tells me. Wait, no, Silver told me that.

     “¿Alguna vez le dirás a Amy que estás en la mafia?” (Are you ever going to tell Amy that you’re in the mafia?) I almost choked, but made a silent gasp. I realized that Sonic went silent and whispered something else to Knuckles, so I quickly (but silently) ran to the kitchen, which was right next to the living room. On the other side of the T.V, was my room. Luckily the t.v. was at a good enough volume. My ears twitch as I hear Sonic walk out of my room. I caught him staring at me. Thank Chaos I’m a professional liar.

     “What?” I question, as though I wasn’t just spying on him.

     “¿hablas español?” (do you speak Spanish?) He asked me. I cannot let him know that I understood.

      “. . .What?” I answered, even though I was fully aware of what he had asked.

     “Do you speak Spanish?” He repeated himself in English. I shook my head.

     “I speak French, Sonic. Did I not tell you that?” I told him. I didn’t exactly lie about that, I do know French. (LMAO, the author of this story sure doesn’t)

     “Then say something in French, then.” (i used google translate dont kill me)

      “Je sais ce que tu veux.” (I know what you’re up to) Knowing that he wouldn’t understand what I said.

     “What did you say?” he inquired curiously. I think of a sentence to say.

     “What do you want for dinner?” I lied once again.

     “I’m in the mood for some steak and mashed potatoes.” I nodded, and proceeded to make our dinner, acting completely normal, as though I haven’t just found out that my boyfriend is a mob boss. Or at least I think he is. He was giving orders.

      “Sonic, do you know any new funny movies? I’m in the mood.” I yelled from the kitchen. I tried to keep myself content. Besides, he’s in the mafia. No big deal. He wouldn’t hurt me...

But his enemies would...

They could see me with him and know that I’m important to him. They might kill me...

It’s not safe to date him. . .

‘Oh welp,’ I thought. ‘He’ll protect me. He wouldn’t let anyone get away with hurting me, even emotionally.’

I heard Sonic’s phone ring again, and went to the sink to fill a pot up with water.

     “What is it now, Knuckles.” Sonic whisper-yelled at his phone, making sure that I couldn’t hear him.

     “Lo tenemos.” (we got him)  was all I heard. I knew instantly that Sonic was going to leave, and I decided to tease him a little. As soon as he ended his phone call, I jumped on top of him, before I hear him yelp out in surprise. I go up to his face and kiss him. He was still in shock for a few moments, but started giving back, only harder. His hands go to my waist, while mine go around his neck. He licks my lips, begging for entrance, and I allow him. I heard his phone ring, but I see he’s trying to answer it, so kiss harder, and slowly kick the phone off onto the carpeted floor. I feel Sonic’s hands going a little lower, so I move my hands to his chest, and start playing with his fur. One of my hands go to his back quills and starts to stroke them. He starts quivering at the touch.

That’s one of the reasons I love him. He’s my first, and I’m his first in basically anything romantic. The phone rings again, but Sonic rolls on top of me, and nips at my neck, and gives my hips a squeeze. Once I’m distracted, he grabs his phone and runs to my room. I sigh, and check on the potatoes, which are still boiling, and I start cooking the steak. Once I decide I can leave the steak alone for a bit, I go to my bedroom door and listen in on their conversation.

     “Torturarlo por un rato, iré mañana.” (torture him for a bit, I’ll come tomorrow) Torture?! You know what? I won’t allow him to keep secrets from me. I’m going to indirectly tell him that I know! I heard him walk out of the room and back on the couch.

      “Saber algo~” (I know something...{A/N this is not a real song. If you know Camila Cabello’s My Oh My, sing it like that.) I see Sonic snap his head towards me. 

       “Sé que te dije una mentira...” (I know I told you a lie) 

       “Sé que has estado matando.~” (I know you’ve been off killing~) I slide through the kitchen and put the food onto a plate like I’m presenting them in a cooking show.

        “Te amo no importa lo que hagas.~” (I love you no matter what you do) I spin and place the dishes on the already set table. He looked a little shooketh, finally realizing that I understood what he was saying this whole entire time. I knew he was hispanic, and I was too, but from my dad’s side. So, if Sonic’s a mob boss, he could easily find out anything about me, except for my dad. He wasn’t in my life, and I never really met him. My mom taught me Spanish, and sent me to my dad’s parents as a kid, and they taught me Spanish there.

      “No estoy contento con tus mentiras.~” (I’m not happy with your lies) I walk over to him, and kissed his cheek.

      “Pero te amo de todos modos~.” (But I love you anyways) He wrapped his arms around me and brought me in for a kiss. I kissed back with just as much of excitement and passion as him.

      “How?” He asks me. I giggle and pull him to a chair.

      “My dad. He was hispanic, but he died, so I was sent to my grandparents’ house a lot, so they taught me.” Sonic nodded, and pulled me into his lap, which was kind of awkward, because, I wasn’t exactly wearing...much...under that skirt.

       “I didn’t want to tell you, but of course you found out yourself. If you want to break up with me, I won’t allow you to-”

       “I’m not going to break up with you. I don’t care what your job is, I only care about it if it brings you happiness.” I interrupted him. “Besides, you should know that I find this romantic~.” Sonic looked puzzled at my statement.

       “What do you mean?” I narrow my eyes at him. 

      “Have you really never noticed all the romance novels I have in my room? You go in there a lot, I’m surprised you haven’t seen how I have a full shelf dedicated to mafia romances.” I say, nuzzling into his chest. I felt something something sticking out from between my legs. I jump off of him immediately and throw myself onto the floor.

     “What the hell was that!?” He questioned my actions.

     “I felt something between my legs! What do mean ‘What the hell was that! WAIT, DON’T TELL ME IT WAS-” I screamed out in disgust. IT WAS A BONER, HE WAS BEING TURNED ON.

     “You accepting my job is very sexy and I love how you easily accepted that.” He said, putting a hand to my thigh. I rolled my eyes.

     “You can get all of this for the price of only one ring~” My statement probably excited him, because before I knew it, he was on kneeling on one of his knees and took out a velvet box.

     “I know your answer is ‘yes,’ but I still want to hear it come out of your lips in excitement. Amelia Rosette, will you do the honor of marrying me and fulfill the romance you’ve always dreamed of?” OH MY FRICKING CHAOS IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING-

     “YES! YES, SONIC THE HEDGEHOG, YES! I WILL MARRY YOU!” I threw myself into his arms and he immediately embraced me, before pulling away and putting the jade encrusted gold ruby ring. He leaned in for a kiss, which I happily accepted.

After all, I got the romance I’ve dreamed of~

Hoped you like it :)

[oookaline]

And The Saga Continues

By saga I mean me supervising this 'fake RbbSbb' account on twitter because I want to.

also Im going to separate the posts by day, if anything else happens I'll retweet and add it on this one. Tommorow its a separate post.

If you're intrested to see the first bit (two separate days in a post, one in which I found and then kept retweeting what happened after weeks (?) of not checking on it) (! I do reccomend reading the previous one)

so if you're intrested look up the tag #Fake-RbbSbb in my account.

-

Sooooo as expected our buddy changed his bio to 11, which supports my speculation that it was (obviously) a countdown to Louis' show.

nothing new on the following/pfp/header etc...

They did tweet some things, but I'll touch on that later, first off the likes: It seems they are continuously trying to raise attention towards Rbb (and Rbb only???) being back in two weeks by sending anonymous statements in peoples CCs.

Also they liked this HIV support tweet- and I found that sweet so im also adding it in, because aweareness is key.

aswell as replying back with their usual variation of two emojis:

No sign of Android anywhere, just WebApp™.

Now onto the tweets:

Just like with the 12 they posted yesterday, today they posted an 11. And I got curious to know where abouts they were setting the time to:

If whatever I triod to do here is too complicated (even I dont understand it lmao) basically:

In LA posting time would've been 23:29

In London posting time would've been: 07:29

so if they wanted to (and im speculating this because I did not check) update it on midnight lets say (or close to), then logically the tweet would've come from LA.

Now this thing which then tells us there will be a pattern of when they'll update the countdown

The thing I found weird right, is that they're doing a countdown (supposedly) to Louis' show. So why update on LA time?

Next thing they posted was this:

'Well Meet at the end of the Road' at a first glance you'd guess they're talking about the countdown.

But oh to know who Rudolph Valentino was...

I'll put some intresting quotes I found of him here, you can skip all of this if you want, I'll do a short resume at the end of the indented.

"He was a sex symbol of the 1920s, who was known in Hollywood as the Latin Lover (a title invented for him by Hollywood moguls), The Great Lover, or simply Valentino.[1] His premature death at the age of 31 caused mass hysteria among his fans and further propelled his status as a cultural film icon."

"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse was released in 1921 and became a commercial and critical success" + "For his follow-up film, they forced him into a bit part in a B-film called Uncharted Seas.(1921)" + "Rambova, Mathis, Ivano, and Valentino began work on the Alla Nazimova film Camille.(1921)" + "Valentino's final film for Metro was the Mathis-penned 'The Conquering Power.(1921) "

thats 4 movies in a year!! Talk about overworked- (depending on how long they were)

"After quitting Metro, Valentino took up with Famous Players-Lasky, forerunner of the present-day Paramount Pictures, a studio known for films that were more commercially focused."

"Jesse L. Lasky intended to capitalize on the star power of Valentino, and cast him in a role that solidified his reputation as the "Latin lover"

"In The Sheik (1921), Valentino played the starring role of Sheik Ahmed Ben Hassan. The film was a major success and defined not only his career but his image and legacy."

"Famous Players produced four more feature-length films over the next 15 months" + "His leading role in Moran of the Lady Letty(1922) was of a typical Douglas Fairbanks nature" + "Valentino starred alongside Gloria Swanson in Beyond the Rocks(1922)" + "Valentino began work on another Mathis-penned film, Blood and Sand(1922)" + "During his forced break from Rambova, the pair began working separately on the Mathis-penned The Young Rajah(1922)"

15 months 4 movies. and again I will stress the 'capitalize the star power' over there.

Seems too familiar tbh.

"Missing Rambova, Valentino returned to New York after the release of The Young Rajah. They were spotted and followed by reporters constantly."

*cough* *cough* "spotted"

"During this time, Valentino began to contemplate not returning to Famous Players, although Jesse Lasky already had his next picture, The Spanish Cavalier, in preparation. After speaking with Rambova and his lawyer Arthur Butler Graham, Valentino declared a 'one-man strike' against Famous Players.[31]"

About the lawsuit:

"He was also upset over the broken promise of filming Blood and Sand in Spain, and the failure to shoot the next proposed film in either Spain or at least New York. Valentino had hoped while filming in Europe he could see his family, whom he had not seen in 10 years.[27]"

"In September 1922, he refused to accept paychecks from Famous Players until the dispute was solved, although he owed them money" + "Famous Players, in turn, filed suit against him.[33]"

"Valentino did not back down,[33] and Famous Players realized how much they stood to lose." + "the studio tried to settle by upping his salary" + "Variety erroneously announced the salary increase as a "new contract" before news of the lawsuit was released, and Valentino angrily rejected the offer.[31]"

"Valentino went on to claim that artistic control was more of an issue than the money." + "Famous Players made their own public statements deeming him more trouble than he was worth (the divorce, bigamy trials, debts) and that he was temperamental, almost diva-like. They claimed to have done all they could and that they had made him a real star.[33]

"Other studios began courting him." + "However, Famous Players exercised its option to extend his contract, preventing him from accepting any employment other than with the studio." + "Valentino filed an appeal, a portion of which was granted. Although he was still not allowed to work as an actor, he could accept other types of employment.[33]"

Return To The Movies

"Valentino returned to the United States in reply to an offer from Ritz-Carlton Pictures (working through Famous Players)" + "Rambova negotiated a two-picture deal with Famous Players and four pictures for Ritz-Carlton.[37] He accepted, turning down an offer to film an Italian production of Quo Vadis in Italy"

PERSONAL LIFE!!!!

"Valentino once told gossip columnist Louella Parsons that: "The women I love don't love me. The others don't matter". He claims that despite his success as a sex symbol that in his personal love life he never achieved happiness.[62]"

"Valentino impulsively married actress Jean Acker, who was involved with actresses Grace Darmond and Alla Nazimova. Acker became involved with Valentino in part to remove herself from the lesbian love triangle, quickly regretted the marriage, and locked Valentino out of their room on their wedding night."

"From the time he died in 1926 until the 1960s, Valentino's sexuality was not generally questioned in print.[67][68] At least four books, including the notoriously libelous Hollywood Babylon, suggested that he may have been gay despite his marriage to Rambova.[69][70][71][72][73] For some, the marriages to Acker and Rambova, as well as the relationship with Pola Negri, add to the suspicion that Valentino was gay and that these were "lavender marriages."

"Such books gave rise to claims that Valentino had a relationship with Ramón Novarro, despite Novarro stating they barely knew each other." + "These books also gave rise to claims that he may have had relationships with both roommates Paul Ivano and Douglas Gerrad, as well as Norman Kerry, and openly gay French theatre director and poet Jacques Hébertot." + "However, Ivano maintained that it was untrue and both he and Valentino were heterosexual.[24] Biographers Emily Leider and Allan Ellenberger generally agree that he was most likely straight"

like every historian would say: "they were just good friends"

"further supposed evidence that Valentino was gay; documents in the estate of the late author Samuel Steward indicated that Valentino and Steward were sexual partners.[77] However, evidence found in Steward's claim was subsequently found to be false, as Valentino was in New York on the date Steward claimed a sexual encounter occurred in Ohio."

- Via Wikipedia

These are the few quotes from his wekipedia page in which I literally gaped at...

So in short:

Sex Symbol who was an Actor

Got his image enhanced and exploited by his manager.

Constanly Overworked

Relationships used for PR (?)

Thought about leaving his management which led to a 'one man strike' and a lawsuit.

The lawsuit started off because of finantial reasons, but it was revealed it was more because of fucking creative freedom.

Management tried to reason with him, he didn't back down. And they continued to do so before an article of the 'lawsuit' was made public, he didn't accept any.

Management tried to paint Valentino as 'ungrateful' and that they were the reason he was a star.

When other people tried to get Valentino to work with/for them, his management stopped him by "threatening to extend the contract" (?) which prevented him from acting.

His sexuality was never really questioned due to the many relationships with woman he had (one which literally was a lesbian)

Lavender Marriages / PR marriages

After his death, speculation that he dated many men came up.

One even said they did the dEEd, but its impossible because they were both in separate countries duh, right? RIGhT????

The way we can literally compare this with Harry's situation (and maybe Louis' aswell!!!) is literally hurting my mind.

Also adding that @eyupdaisy is helping me a lot, kuddos to her aswell. She found this:

If you search the actual name of the post 'We will meet at the end of the trail' on google, this picture comes up

Which the HT account made a very lovely and subtle connection to it a few days ago

Guess well have to start lowkey monitoring them too? Or maybe just what they interact with the Mr.R acc...

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Nights in Spanish

Summary: Bucky surprises you with an ability you did not know he had.

A/N: So I watched CW yesterday and thought about how Bucky spoke Russian and it got me thinking what other languages he spoke. I did a quick google search and found this post by @love-buckybarnes (I hope its ok I tagged you) and yeah,, this was born. Hope you like it!!

“I need that report in an hour, Y/N!” Steve shouted in his distinctive Cap voice. The one no one dared to defy.

You knew about the deadline, though, and his constant need to remind you left you more frustrated than ever.

“I know,” you replied, trying to keep your voice even.

“Well, it seems you might not. I’ve already told you three times now and I still don’t see it finished.”

Maybe it’s because you keep interrupting me, you thought.

“I’ll get it done,” you said instead.

“An hour!” he said one final time before leaving the kitchen.

The kitchen was not the best place to work, but you hadn’t eaten much all day trying to get this freaking report done. So, you brought your computer with you from your room to the kitchen and thought you could multitask. Steve had not been happy, thinking you being in the kitchen meant you weren’t getting the report done.  

“Algun dia,” you muttered, taking advantage of the Spanish skills Steve, and the other team members, lacked to say what you really wanted to. “Algun dia, de verdad no voy a terminar estos reportes solo para molestarte.”

You jumped ten feet high when you heard a snort coming from behind you. The kitchen was empty, you had thought, but after turning you realized Bucky had come into the kitchen at some point. His commitment to stealth had not let you hear him.

He was adorably dressed in his favorite sweatpants and a dark blue t-shirt. It was impossible to resist letting your eyes wander when he looked that good in his pajamas. He hadn’t been in the compound for long, but he sure had made an impression on you. The man was beautiful, there was no denying that. His long locks and muscular body was enough to have you weak at the knees, and he had been nothing but a gentleman around you making him ten thousand times more attractive.

You realized it really must be late if Bucky was ready for bed. The entire compound had noticed that the newest resident night owl could stay awake till the very early hours of the morning. Checking your laptop clock, though, you noted that it was only 10pm.

“Hey Buck,” you said, hoping he hadn’t noticed you ogling him. “It’s a bit early for you to go to bed, no?”

“You wouldn’t do it,” he said.

Not understanding what he was talking about, you opened your mouth to ask him what he meant only to be interrupted by Bucky.

“You wouldn’t dare purposely missing your deadline just to annoy Steve. You have too good a work ethic to be that petty.”

Oh, he had heard your comment. That made sense.

“You never know I might jus—”

Your brain froze at the realization that you had made that comment in Spanish. He had understood what you said in Spanish!?!? DID BUCKY BARNES SPEAK SPANISH?!?!

“You ok there, doll?” he said with a laugh.

“You—you – understand Spanish?” you asked while searching your mind for anything you had said in Spanish in his presence.

“No solo lo entiendo. Tambien lo hablo,” he grinned after finishing his little remark in perfectly fluent Spanish.

You could seriously drop dead. How had you not thought about Bucky speaking Spanish. You knew he spoke Russian, you had heard him speak a bit with Nat. And you were also aware he spoke German, something you just knew based on his past and what you’d learn about him from Steve. But Spanish?! How come no one had told you!!!??

“How?” you asked, still hoping that the heavens above had stopped you from saying something about him in Spanish while he was around. Your filter usually came off in Spanish, knowing that no one could really understand it if you spoke really fast.

Jesus Christ please tell me I didn’t say anything stupid around him, you thought.

“Made it easy to adapt to wherever they needed me if I spoke several languages. Made their job easier, I guess,” he said and despite him talking about a painful part of his life he said it with a grin. “You say a lot in Spanish,” he added with the cockiest smirk you had ever seen on him.

Shit! What had you said?!?

“Yeah?” you asked praying this had nothing to do with your common thoughts on Bucky. They usually ranged from “God, he’s gorgeous” to “What would it be like if he just pressed me up against this wall and kissed the life out of me.”

“Yes,” he said stepping closer to you.

“Like what?” you whispered feeling overwhelmed under his intense gaze.

“Umm, I don’t know. You ramble a bit when you’re stressed, like your little comment on Steve just now. Sometimes you whisper little things you need to do. Like yesterday when you whispered to yourself that you needed to tell Tony about your recent mission. And other times—”

He paused taking yet another step closer to you.

“Other times what?” you asked trying to still your heart.

“Remember that day Steve, Sam and I,  had that event in the city?”

You were screwed! He had worn a navy suit that day, the first time you had seen him dressed up for a formal event, so of course you remembered. The blue of his suit had made his eyes look more blue than usual and you had practically dropped your jaw when he had walked out of his room to meet with the other two men. If you had let a comment on him slip, you were dead.

“Yeah,” you said breathlessly.

“You seemed to really like my suit,” he said with a chuckle and a teasing glint in his eyes. “Something about my shoulders?”

You knew your face could not, in any way, be any color but red. If you reached up to touch it, it would probably burn.

You had admired how his shoulders were perfectly accentuated by the jacket of his suit, that night. A phrase in Spanish resembling the English phrase “carved by the gods” might have been mumbled in Spanish. Ok, it was definitely mumbled that night.

He took in your appearance and gave you a charming smile. One that made him less intimidating but the situation not less embarrassing.

“I love your voice in Spanish,” he said as if you needed more reasons to pass out. “It takes on a whole other tone. A sweet tone, that’s almost intoxicating.”

Your mouth just opened and closed in an effort to say something. Your mind, though, was having trouble keeping up with everything, meaning you just stood there looking like a fish out of water.  

“Te gustaria ir a cenar conmigo?” he said and you understood what he had meant when he said your voice took on a different tone. His English voice, with his swoon-worthy Brooklyn accent, was raspy and husky. His voice in Spanish sounded smooth and just plain melodic. Intoxicating, was definitely the right word.

You realized you hadn’t answered him and he stood in front of you with wide hopeful eyes.

“Yes,” you finally replied. “I’d love to have dinner with you.”

His eyes lit up at that and he gave you a smile.

“How about tomorrow? We can go to that place Tony’s been going on and on about. Is that ok?”

“Yes,” you said, still processing everything. “That’s perfect.”

He leaned in closer pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Pick you up at 7, doll,” he said as he began to walk away from you. “Buenas noches,” he added with a wink.

You smiled hoping you weren’t dreaming after accidentally falling asleep while working on your repo--

YOUR REPORT! STEVE WAS GOING TO KILL YOU!

And you needed to live to see how this date with Bucky would turn out. You opened up your laptop and furiously began typing with the largest smile on your face.

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Algun dia, de verdad no voy a terminar estos reportes solo para molestarte = One day I’ll really not finish these reports just to spite you.

No solo lo entiendo. Tambien lo hablo= I dont only understand it. I also speak it.

Te gustaria ir a cenar conmigo? = Would you like to have dinner with me?

Buenas noches= Good night

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[deeeelightfuldee]

surveys 053.

do you sing in the shower? oh every single time. Its something I look forward to. 

do you think money makes people happy? As someone who currently relies on birthdays and holidays as her income, I can tell you it would relieve a bit of stress from me to even have like 100 bucks a month.

what's your relationship status? single.

what time is it? 12:25 am

what emotion are you feeling right now? I’m all over the place. Tonight Kile and I were messaging back n forth in a consistent manner which we haven’t done in a long time. Things were a bit romantic, which was extremely hard for me to deny participation in, and then it ended with me saying bye. boy it is hard to let go of him

do you have netflix? I do.

have you ever traveled outside your home country? no. Sadly, without a shot I will not be getting, I’m unsure of how I’ll be able to until the restrictions lessen.

coffee or tea? teeeeeeea pls.

shower or bath? Shower unless the bath is deep enough to cover my long self. 

what's your favorite pizza topping? depends on what kind of pizza. For instance, Jacks just GETS how to do supreme. some places nail the pepperoni, or fresh garlic or whatever. 

what's something that makes you happy? thinking about decorating my own place one day.

do you have siblings or are you an only child? I have 2 brothers and 1 sister

what's your favorite instrument? Piano, cello, drums

what's your favorite food? today it is fruity pebbles.

what is something you are always losing? I am pretty consistent on things going back to their original spot. I suppose if I’m losing something maybe it’d be like a scrunchie.

are you good at spelling? a good amount of the time.

what is one goal you have? all my goals are shifting.

did you get a flu shot this year? Nooo. never have. 

what's your favorite Disney movie? oh boy. i am not good with narrowing down those. are you bored? Not really, I’m just trying to keep my mind occupied until I’m sleepy.

what are you listening to? serendipity, bennys tail hitting my pillow, and my fans.

what's your favorite foreign language? I think it depends. are we talking for the way it sounds? or one that I’d want to learn?

what do you do when you can't sleep? this, read, find quotes, do puzzles, stare at the ceiling.

do you like cats or dogs better? this is one of my very least favorite questions to be asked. why would anyone want to choose between the two? both are so great.

do you have any piercings? Just my ears

what's your favorite vegetable? Potatoes

do you eat meat? Yeah.

what's your favorite season? any of them minus summer. Honestly, probably winter. 

do you still write letters? I love to, but I no longer have anyone to write to. 

what would make you really happy right now? i think a distraction that comes from having a crush.

what's your favorite song? ooo this changes but right now i’m into a lot of blue october.

are you good at giving advice? so, I’m the person you go to for advice if you want the moral, behaved, “you won’t regret this later” type advice. I’m great at giving that.

what's your favorite hobby? Right now, this.

do you prefer to talk or text? That is going to depend on the person. almost always text. But some people.. their voice is just intoxicating.

what's your favorite pair of shoes? I’m going to have to trash all my shoes for ones with heel support. 

how often do you read? (as in books) usually daily, but I’ve fallen out of that lately.

do you have any pets? I have 2 cats currently. I really want a golden retriever, but hey.

what's your favorite day of the week? they’re all similar at the moment, but probably saturdays

are you in college? I’m in the inbetween. Finished 2 bachelors, but am waiting for grad program

are you/have you ever been in a long distance relationship? I have been,

how do you typically listen to music? I use Spotify. either thru my headphones, my bluetooth speaker, the kitchen google, or my phone.

do you like going to the beach? I do so long as I have shade or the water is good to swim in.

did you make any new year's resolutions? I think pandemic NY resolutions were all about survival thru mentally exhausting times.

how old are you? 29 yrs young

do you know anyone who is blind? I do

who is someone you admire? My mom

do you have a good singing voice? when I was a kiddo, preteen, and teen yes. not any longer.

are your nails painted? Nope. I just wanted a break from keeping up with them.

Are you an extrovert or introvert? I’m an introvert but I can behave very well with the extroverts.

what are you having/had for dinner tonight? I had some tacos.

do you ever write in a journal? I would like to begin again, but this is a decent makeshift option

if you could time travel when/where would you go? I mean I’d love to go back to some great memories, but I worry that could be painful beyond repair.

what's your favorite animal? whales.

what's your favorite kind of cereal? honestly my cravings for cereal are for any kinds that I can no longer have. so dont ask.

how was your day? I’m only 44 minutes into it.

do you ever listen to classical music? I do. Clair de lune is one of the best 

what inspires you? learning. learning always inspires me.

how many pillows do you sleep with? I have like 20. OK huge exaggeration. I believe the true number of sleeping pillows is 4 large, 1 mini. 

how many hours of sleep do you need? I typically run off of about 3. I’ve had sleep studies done regarding that. But If I’m getting good oxygen and the temp is coooooooold I sleep so good.

do you have big or small feet? I have pretty average to slightly bigger. 

what's the weather like where you are? It’s been in the upper 80s.

what's the most interesting thing you can see out the window? just the reflection from my TV. it’s real dark out.

does/did your high school have a school song? no.

what month is your birthday in? July.

what's your dream job? the brain.

are you excited for summer? I’ve had a lovely summer, truly.

what foreign country would you want to live in for 6 months? switzerland.

did you have to go to school today? No, no I have not.

win a million $$ or never have to pay for anything again? Never have to pay for anything. Why would that even be a question. do you throw coins into fountains? when I was a kiddo

do you have a trampoline? Nope

what's your favorite song lyric? what if we could put our lives on hold and meet somewhere inside of the world, I would meet you... would you meet me? 

what did you eat the last time you went to the movies? Ill be honest IDK if we even got food.

do you ever measure time in songs? only if I’m in the shower. I’ll be like ahhh I’m 4 songs in.

do you know how to play chess? I’ve been taught MULTIPLE times. have I retained any of them? na.

what's your favorite game? (any type) right now I’m digging skipbo, trionomos, rummykub, and trouble.

do you enjoy traveling? I love it. so much.

do you tend to wait till the last minute? nope. I’m almost always 2 weeks prior

have you ever owned a goldfish? Yep!

how do you relieve stress? go on a drive. 

without looking it up, guess the outside temperature? I’d guess maybe 70. lemme see how close I am. 68!

now look it up - how close were you? woops. 68! two off.

do you prefer digital or analog clocks/watches? Digi. 

do you prefer to shop in stores or online? I almost always prefer online, but in store has its own perks like seeing the quality of things.

do you enjoy coloring? oh heck’n yea do you like to dance? I do!

have you ever owned a horse? my family did, yes

do you take selfies? oh i do. MUCH less now, than I did before. before I used to send kile like 10 a day. now I might take 2 per week.

do you ever listen to music in languages besides English? Not often, but on occasion

have you ever cried from listening to a song? absolutely.

do you prefer headphones or earbuds? so I appreciate how headphones are safer for the ears, but i typically wear earbuds.

can you speak Spanish? Very little. like a few words

what's the last thing you watched on youtube froggy freshhhhhhhhh dunked on now what time is it? 12:57. Im getting sleepy. --------- ok now it’s 859 am. I passed out last night.

do you ever watch musicals? sometimes. it’s not my favorite thing

do you know anyone who's a twin? Yeppp

do you ever get carsick? oh heck yeah, i do love the windows open

what's your opinion on wolves? I really never had an opinion. check back.

when you're sad do you prefer sad music or happy music? sad. indulge me

do you like seafood? Nooo. i wish

do you enjoy going to the zoo? no. i really dont. are there any celebrities from your hometown? uhhhh not that I know of

do you shower in the morning or at night? morning if I was great hair. If I want meh hair, night

do you prefer to work alone or in a group? Alone. ALWAYS.

do you go to the gym alone or with a friend? I don’t go to the gym. < problem solved.

do you like coconut? I like the scent but not the food. <<< SAME who is someone you're jealous of? JV for her abs

what's your favorite place to go out for breakfast? eggheadz

do you still have your christmas tree up? nah. its a tickle early (july)

do you have a favorite type of bird? cardinal.

have you ever had an overnight flight anywhere? yup. plenty of times.

if you use them, tell me 5 of your recently used emojis heart eyes, disappointed looking off to the side, sad face with eyes closed, hearts all over the face, and rolling eyes.

do you know anyone that plays the violin? yep. 

how much money is in your wallet right now? I would need to count

anything you're looking forward to tomorrow? having been done with packing lol

have you ever auditioned for anything? yeah I used to do auditions all the time for plays I was in.

did you have a webkinz when you were younger? No.

how would you describe your aesthetic? airy, comfy, inviting, warm

have you ever been told you look like a celebrity? yeah a couple times but its like not even a tiny bit close.

when was the last time you rode a bus? i have never.

if you saw $50 on the ground what would you do? is there a wallet attached?

do you know how to play any unusual instruments? yeah. don’t ask me. I’m not pleased about it.

are you an early bird or a night owl? kind of both. 

have you ever had trouble understanding someone because of an accent? oh yes. But the more time you spend talking to those individuals who have accents stronger than what you’re used to, become very easy to understand over time.

do you ever go to Massachusetts? I’ve never been but I’d love to go.

do you personally know anyone who is transgender? yeah a few people I’ve met through school. 

do you remember anything from when you were 5 or younger? yeah a few very small memories. 

do you need to do laundry? yes I desperately need to pack and I’m waiting on the laundry for that to happen. 

do you know anyone (including yourself) who actually enjoys math? NOT ME. not even close to me. Kile seemed to like it. 

do you have a favorite poem? the one written for meeeeee

if you were from somewhere else, would you visit your town on vacation? I don’t think i’d think of it, it’s not near anything specific.

where would you spend $100 if you had to spend it all in one store? amazon.

would you rather go to Japan or Greece? Greece.

now what song are you listening to? Gilmore girls, text notifications, fans

what are you wearing right now? shorts and a blue teeshirt. Bout to just be in a short shorts so I can tan. 

any fun plans for the weekend? travelingggggg.

[dietcoachesofamerica]

Were told that sugar is the source of all evil, but giving it up made me grumpy, skint and antisocial

Day 1: I spiralise a courgette

I wake up alarmed and dehydrated with a deep sense of dread. This is not just a hangover I have agreed to give up sugar and keep a food diary. All I can think is: Thank God Im starting today as yesterdays would have been truly embarrassing. Crisps. KFC. Vodka.

Its not my fault. I am clearly not an adult capable of making informed choices. So I resemble most overweight and overwrought people. My fat and my sluggishness are not a mystery to me: I eat and drink too much and my January was not dry.

Sugar is the source of all evil, so much so that a sugar tax is now being mooted. But how easy is it to give it up? I call a man who is going to help me, and I make a cheese omelette Im not sure what I can eat, but assume it is a low-carb diet, so this will be OK.

I arrange to meet personal trainer Nyambe Ikasaya for advice. He has and Im getting technical here a lard testing machine, and Im too lardy. Also dehydrated. I explain about the vodka. He points out this is not the result of just one nights drinking. He gives me what he calls a nutritional protocol and what I call a diet.

Things I cant have: bread, booze, carrots really? and all fruit. I dont care about the fruit. He asks me what I want to achieve, and I enjoy whinging on to him.

At home, I begin reading books about detoxing and giving up sugar. You know how they go: three or four days in, most people feel terrible and then suddenly brilliant. This is the detox narrative. Mostly, they seem to be written by 20- or 30-something women who apparently believe they are what they eat and who dont seem to have to feed anyone but themselves. Maybe my terrible attitude is toxic, but few of these books speak to me at all.

Apparently I should have cleaned out my cupboards of all the bad food and freshly stocked them. But I havent done this because: life. I buy lots of vegetables and order my teenager a takeaway while I spiralise a courgette. Someone says on the news that its Blue Monday. It certainly is.

Illegal foodstuffs just a few of the banned items. Photograph by Felix Clay Photograph: Felix Clay for the Guardian

Day 2: Giving up sugar means giving up my social life

Im very confused about everything. Am I trying to lose weight or merely go cold turkey (apparently permissible as it is lean protein) on my sugar addiction? Or is this, in fact, the same thing? All advice on giving up sugar ends with a similar testimony: Incidentally, I lost two stone, got glowy skin and my entire life was better. Sugar ages us as well as making us obese, they say. Willpower is no match for the food industry and we are sold more and more detoxes. Also, I am very confused about breakfast. I never normally want it but have been told its better to have it than not. But not coffee. Have mushrooms got sugar in them? Apparently I can have a few.

It seems to me I am doing a modified Atkins diet. Not so high in fat and dairyish, which is good as that made me feel dreadful. I have to go to a meeting so I take some smoked salmon and avocado with me to avoid an illegal sandwich. It goes to mush in my bag and tastes only of foil.

This diet requires me to plan all my meals. Do I seriously have to read all food labels? A bit of mustard with my steak is surely not the end of the world? I cook separate dinners for myself and my family. Well why not, as I have cancelled going out. Giving up sugar means giving up my social life as I am not one of those people who can stand around with a glass of sparkling water pretending this is just what they have been looking forward to ALL DAY.

Sour dough Moore, breadless. Photograph by Felix Clay Photograph: Felix Clay for the Guardian

There are now competing voices in my head: This is the most self-indulgent thing you have ever done. Why can you not look after yourself properly and see that cutting down sugar makes sense health-wise?

Is sugar an actual drug? Does resisting it make you morally superior? I just dont know.

Day 3: I dont want to sit there with freak food

Been sticking with it but tonight, I have to cook dinner for family and friends. I need to be able to eat the same stuff as everyone else as I dont want to sit there with freak food. I get around this by not having rice, but inevitably I go on about it. My eldest, who is fit and health-conscious says: Mum, I have a friend doing this. It is just really boring. Explaining to other people what I can and cannot eat and how sugar is in everything is, I realise, not a dazzling topic of conversation.

Day 4: My mind is full of information about the curing of smoked salmon

Terrible nights sleep. I feel anxious and have to go to the loo, a lot I have never drunk so much water. Eat leftover salmon for breakfast. Do some light exercise: stretches, step (horror) and weights. Nyambe teaches me some stretches for my lower back pain while I spaff on about seeds.

These stretches are a revelation and Im happy to learn them. Really helps. But my mind is full of information about food, about sugar, and the curing of smoked salmon. My mental space is crammed, because essentially all diets make you preoccupied with food. I want a break.

Day 5: Its all so dull that I go to a shop and try on clothes

Slept 10 hours. Think about how much money I have already spent. Organic salmon. Steak. Sea bass. Parmesan. This is a very expensive protocol . Go to a Turkish cafe and the woman offers me hummus and all sorts, but I order an egg salad. She brings it over and says: Darling, I made it nice for you. I put pomegranate in. You know? I do know, and this is where I differ from some of the low sugar gurus. I dont decline it or scream: Get behind me, you Sugar Satan. I just think a bit of pomegranate wont kill me. Likewise, the rogue lentils that have also found their way into the salad.

In any case, its all so dull that I go to a shop and try on clothes. Another unrewarding thing.

Day 6: Meet friends in a pub and drink water. My life is basically over

What I crave is not sweetness per se, but texture: doughiness, crumbliness, softness. Meet friends in a pub and drink water. My life is basically over.

Juiced no OJ is permitted. Photograph by Felix Clay

Days 7-8: I google the carb value of capers. FFS

Two days have blurred into one. I bump into people and talk about tomatoes. What have I become?

My personal trainer Nyambe is constantly supportive and realistic, which is great. The books are strict and hard to relate to. He is the opposite. I am eating a lot of eggs but have given up proper cooking altogether. Spend a fortune in the health food shop. One day I have stomach cramps. Is it because of the protocol.

My middle daughter says she is going to move back home as her flatshare situation is precarious. Dont worry, she says, I can cook for you all the time. I havent the heart to tell her this is well-nigh impossible.

One evening I google the carb value of capers. FFS. Still unsure about demonising of a whole food group. Sins, points, values, forbidden foods. Still, I have stopped snacking and opening wine when making dinner.

Day 9: Gin is the way forward

Fall off the wagon in a Spanish restaurant that does the most amazing gin and tonics. Decide that gin is the way forward as I genuinely dont care about food. Just order a courgette flower and more gin. This strikes me as a brilliant way to eat. Not the epiphany of a Gywneth, and God knows it costs a fortune, but at least its not quark.

Day 10: I have lost a couple of kilos of fat

Spectacularly hungover and I have to get weighed. I have lost a couple of kilos of fat. So, if weight loss is the measure of all things, then somethings working

Days 11-12: Eat celeriac

Go to Copenhagen for the weekend. Drink wine and eat celeriac, which they seem to put in everything. But I dont go mad.

Day 13: I reach for the prosecco

Do go mad. We are burgled and fined on the same day in Denmark. (Thats another story). We lose our laptops and all our valuables. Fly home stressed and, once there, I reach for the prosecco. Find some horrible chocolates that no one ate at Christmas. Have an out-of-body experience as I watch myself shovelling them all in.

Day 14: I have lost more fat and increased muscle

Explain all this to Nyambe as I have another check in. The weekend has not ruined everything, though, as I have lost more fat and increased muscle. This is heartening; there is no way I can live sugar-free full-time.

Day 15: Life is too short to stuff a lentil

Reflecting back. Yes it is possible to give up sugar but, for me, it required too much planning and it is very expensive. Carbs are cheap and everywhere. Clever cooks may be able to do this on a budget, but life is too short to stuff a lentil. Such an attitude may well shorten my life. Right now I dont want to be cooking separate meals from my family. It feels antisocial, and I dont want to stop my teenager eating an entire food group. I dont think I have ever spent so much on food just for myself.

Forget it pasta is verboten. Photograph: viennetta/Getty Images/iStockphoto

Looking back, perhaps I entered ketosis (where the body burns fat) after a few days. This state is described with almost religious reverence by the low-sugar/carb crew. Certainly, I had no ecstatic experience, except a flattening out of appetite. But while you might stop caring about food, being on a diet still takes up a lot of mental activity.

Do I feel better? Yes, actually, and here is the bit where Im meant to say its all down to stopping the sugar poison. But what I feel has made the difference are the stretches and bits of exercises Nyambe has taught me.

For all of my tussling, this experience has acted as a brake on my bad habits. How long will it last? Certainly, I realise we all need to eat less sugar and that even natural sugars (such as honey, agave syrup and fruit) are still, in the end, just sugar.

But, no, I cant imagine my life becoming sugar-free its too difficult and dull. Instead I will try to cut down, without boring on. Cutting carbs/sugar is helpful at my age, when going through hormonal changes, as it levels your blood sugar spikes. Likewise losing fat and building muscle. Otherwise a lot of this is surely about calorie restriction. The weight loss bit is the sweetener of a no-sugar regime.

For this to be more achievable we need a fundamental rejigging of food pricing, or a different understanding of what percentage of our income we spend on food. Processed food is full of sugar, and its cheap. Carbs bulk out everything, even ourselves, in the end. Food is everyday and special, fuel and celebration. Our skewed relationship with all of this is unhealthy. Mine is, for sure. But its not just me, is it? This is not just about my sad struggle with a courgette flower A workable, affordable diet that is not downright antisocial is now the thing I crave most of all.

Foods forbidden by the diet:

Sugar; alcohol; ready-made meals; bread; pasta; juice; sugary drinks such as Coca-Cola; Fanta; lemonade; Pepsi; fruit, cakes, prepared meats such as ham, salami, sausages, pâtés; honey, canned foods eg chopped tomatoes; prepared salad dressings; prepared sauces; prepared soups; jam; carrots; potatoes; sweet potatoes; peas; pastries; cereals; dried fruits; instant gravy; sauces; pies; puddings; biscuits; smoothies, flavoured yoghurts.

Read more: www.theguardian.com

[wolferals]

🇪🇸jueves🇪🇸

finally fallin' chapter 4

arón piper x reader

(The spanish is all google translate, i wont take responsibility for mistakes)

chapter 4

You were nervous. Even more nervous than on your first day of college. You were so nervous you even thought about what you were gonna say to him as a first greeting.

Insanity.

Besides the fact that you looked absolutely amazing your knees were weak as you were walking out of your last class. You had put on a summery dress with some sneakers and even applied makeup just to look your best for when you met him. Not that anyone should change their appearance for a boy/girl, you felt better knowing you dont look like just fell into a dumpster. And with your usual messy bun and a sweater you did.

You saw him standing in front of the building with his phone in his hand. And he looked fine as hell.

With that cream-colored button up and those jeans he looked like a fucking god.

„Hey." you smiled at him as you got closer.

He looked up and scanned you before replying:"Hola. Cómo estás?"

He gave you that glance you hadnt seen in many boys' eyes. The way he looked at your body made you feel confident, you felt pretty again.

Its been a while for you to feel like a guy really appreciates you.

„You look beautiful! How come there's not 10 boys following you everywhere?" he chuckled at his own joke.

You blushed instantly.

You did feel good because it was him telling you he liked how you had dressed.

„So, how was your day?" you asked as you both were walking down the street next to each other.

„Boring so far, I was just at home. I woke up an hour ago."

Laughing you looked at him.

„Wow."

Arón smiled at you.

That smiled made you feel so incredibly happy.

„Alright tell me something about you before we talk about business." he exaggerated the word „business" as if it was a secret mafia plan or something.

You basically told him the same you had told Itzan the night before. Why you were here, your friends, family and basic hobbies.

He listened carefully and didnt even interrupt you.

When he realized you wouldnt continue talking he spoke:"So how long are you staying here for?"

-„A semester. I started on Monday, October 3rd and I'll be staying until March 16th I think?"

Arón nodded. „No chance of staying longer?"

You chuckled. „Maybe, If I really wanted to I could maybe do another semester but I'd have to talk to my professors here and in (your home country)"

He smiled satisfied with your reply.

You guys continued walking through the tourist-filled streets of Madrid and he told you some things about either sights you passed or general knowledge about stuff when you asked him something.

Then he suddenly smiled at you and pointed at a light blue house across the street.

„We're here; thats my favorite coffee shop."

You followed him into the café, smiling immediately when you saw a little cat on the floor.

„Naw is it a cat café?" you asked and bent down to touch her soft fur.

„Sí, claro." Arón replied and then sat down at the table right next to where you were standing.

„Come on y/n. I need to tell you about the video."

You laughed at him, let go of the cat and finally sat down across from him.

„Okay start." you exclaimed as you were sitting there calmly, waiting for his explanation.

Arón took a deep breath, folded his finger on the table and started talking.

„Okay so, you listened to the song right?"

You simply nodded.

„Alright, i doubt you understood what it was saying so I'm going to explain it to you.

It basically shows that „I" have found someone that makes me happy and she seems to like me too. So the video is going to be very cute and romantic and stuff.

In the first scene my friend and I thought we'd walk through the city, just sightseeing and then maybe getting some food together.

Then we want to take some shots at a bar, dancing and some drinks you know. As well as some shots sitting on a rooftop, cuddling and doing couple stuff.

And if you'd be comfortable with it, we'd include a small kiss at the end. But only if you want to, i think it would be a nice ending as the song fades but if that crosses the line, its totally cool. We dont have to do that."

You had listened carefully and thought about doing all these things with Arón. You didn't exactly have a problem with kissing him but since you kind of had a tiny little thing for him you wanted your first kiss to be in private, not in front of a camera.

But on the other hand you didnt know if he liked you back so you agreed immediately since it could maybe be your only chance to kiss him.

„Oh perfect! Thank you, i think its gonna be a great video." he smiled at you.

You sent him a small smile as well, still thinking about the fact that you were going to kiss this handsome Spanish actor.

„You sure I can do this? I've never acted before."

He nodded and spoke right after:"Of course, you're gonna do amazing. Just pretend there was no cameras."

Slowly you nodded.

„So we're cool on this side? You're comfortable with the scenes or do you have some other ideas as well?"

He suddenly asked after a while, sipping on his previously ordered milkshake.

„Yeah, its fine. I'll think of something."

Arón smiled at you brightly.

That smile made you happier again.

„When are we going to start tomorrow?"

You asked him.

He checked his phone for a quick second and then spoke:"Is 3 good for you? If we do the <walking around, having food> scene fast, we can film the night scenes right after taking a break or something."

-„And where's the kiss gonna take place?" It just happened, you didnt mean to say it.

Arón laughed a little before finally speaking:"We wanted to maybe shoot the last scene at my place, sitting on the couch with a drink and then end the video with a kiss. Dont worry, you dont have to make out with me or anything, just a quick little kiss."

You replied:"No, no i wasnt worried, just wondering how this was going to happen tomorrow."

He nodded understanding.

You guys then kept on talking about pretty random things, had some milkshakes and even shared a slice of chocolate cake. Arón was super into eye contact you figured. He never took his eyes off of you, for you on the other hand it was really hard to maintain looking at him.

Not because you didnt want to, more like because you werent used to a guy „staring" at you for longer.

„How many people are gonna be there tomorrow??"

Your sudden panic came to show.

Arón seemed to notice the nervousness in your voice because he leaned forwards to get closer to you and spoke softly:"Tranquila y/n, not many. Just me, my friend who helped me write it and 2 guys for the camera and sound and all that. Its gonna be fine, I'll be there to guide you, i promise."

<he was going to be there to guide you> that sentence replayed in your head over the course of about a minute until you dared to speak again.

„What if I mess up, what if I look into the camera, fall and bleed or even worse, fall and die?"

Arón bursted out laughing, which made you frown at him.

„Y/n." He placed his big hand on top of yours.

You stared down at your hands for a second before looking up into his brown puppy eyes.

„You wont die, I promise."