#loco ayuda

[victorxaxvale]

SOÑE QUE BARASSI ME QUERÍA METER PRESA?????????

[prontaentrega]

llegue a rendir el examen a horario y no hay nadie en la facu ni alumnos ni profes

[letshaveadepressionparty]

Loco tengo miedo, no se que está pasando con las elecciones, no estoy viendo ni escuchando nada y me da miedo fijarme

[wachi-delectrico]

Todavía no están mis inscripciones (porque sigo en el cbc lmao) pero no termino de decidir si este cuatri debería cursar una o dos materias y lo vengo pensando desde que terminó el cuatri anterior

[expi0da]

Me aburrí

[teefsintheweb]

Sabes que estas bien jodido cuando estas escuchando a Weezer con tu madre.

[tortademaracuya]

Hora de ordenar la casa!!! *cae en la cama por presión baja*

[the-acid-pear]

separation anxiety as an adult is the most embarassing shit ever im gonna kill everyone

[cuatrotrece]

hoy en dia escribimos mayormente en digital y eso permite q pueda escribir “normal” pero el otro dia rindiendo presencial me di cuenta q mi modo “natural” de escribir en papel es literalmente como una narración de mspa.

[tothemoxn]

el prox jueves está la vnl y la copa américa definitivamente voy a terminar pelada no tengo chance

[trabandovidas]

i understand your spirit but what a way to fucking diminish and trivialize a serious conversation about US centrism and the effects of imperialism in one identity, buddy

Also, Americans is not a description or name that "lumps us with Americans" it's OUR NAME. it doesn't lumpens us with anything, it's what we fucking are. And even if "we don't deserve to be lumped in with [the real Americans apparently]" as u put it, we STILL DESERVE TO CALL US BUT WHAT WE ARE so that fact is highly irrelevant and part of the problem, actually

Like, you do realise that saying that "you shouldn't use Americans because it will associate u with (USA) Americans)" does not contribute to anything but...to also denying us our own identity?? Besides being really annoying ??

i get so annoyed when someone says americans instead of usamericans i immediately feel the need to go like "actually i dont think this applies to south americans"

[rainbowbeanstyles]

acabo de ver un video de harry cantando ella baila sola👁️👄👁️

[bestosunglass]

ships I drew cuz I haven't been able to draw anthng for almost a week

qn me manda a estudiar a psicología manden ayuda loco

[srmicki]

Nos compramos la insignia?

[zad-istick-lamort]

soy un fracaso como hijo,

soy un fracaso como amigo.

soy un fracaso como pareja/vinculo, etc.

soy un fracaso como musico

soy un fracaso como escritor

soy un fracaso como dibujante

soy un fracaso como comerciante

soy un fracaso como vendedor

soy un fracaso como cocinero / cheff

soy un fracaso como hombre

soy un fracaso como persona

soy un fracaso como parte de esta sociedad

soy un fracaso como ser humano.

cumplo 30 en menos de un mes.

NO ESTAS TAN MAL AMIGX. NO ESTES TRISTE POR LO MENOS NO SOS YO.

[dilfl0v3rss]

cleaning day

summary: cleaning day with connie

cw: fluff

word count: 1.6k

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you loved saturday’s. it was connie’s day off and you had the whole day to get things done around the house. right now you were in the kitchen washing the dishes that were used to make breakfast. the smell of weed and cleaning products dancing in the air as you dried your hands off to go wake up your sleeping man for breakfast. connie was knocked out in the bed, laying wildly on his back in nothing but boxers and his gold chains sprawled out on his chest. he looked so peaceful, but today you were going to put him to work. you lightly tap his inked chest, blunt sitting between your lips as you watching him stir awake. “get up nigga, and hurry and eat your breakfast because you helping today.”

you balanced the blunt in your mouth as you spoke. standing with one hand on your hip while the other held onto a broomstick. connie stared you up and down. you looked so sexy when you were bossy. booty shorts squeezing your ass while your breasts peeked out the bottom of your loose crop top. your pretty pink scarf wrapped around your long knotless braids. the sight of you made his junior twitch in his underwear. “hellooo. boy i know you hear me. wake that ass up.” before you can tap him again, connie lightly smacks your hand away.

“i’m up mami damnnn.” his voice was so deep in the morning, making you contemplate whether you should continue cleaning or just say “fuck it” and spend the day in bed with him, but you quickly came back to reality. you already did that last saturday and you refused to let it happen twice in a row. plus, you hated cleaning on sundays. sundays were supposed to be days for you and connie to relax before having to go back to work on monday, and you fully intended on spending the entire day binge watching criminal minds with him.

“go eat” was all you said as you turned around to start sweeping the kitchen. before you got too far, connie gave your ass a hard tap, eyes practically glued to the sight of it jiggling from the contact. “and good morning to you too sexy”. you feigned indifference as you left the room, but your stomach was really doing flips. connie was just as sexy as can be at all times of the day.

by the time you finished sweeping the kitchen, connie was finishing up the rest of his plate, still in just his boxers as he puts it in the sink. “ima wash it later” he says quickly before you can complain. he knew you like the back of his hand. “aight well since i’m done sweeping you can mop this floor” connie nodded to your demand, walking towards the cabinet to grab some cleaning supplies before walking to the closet to get the mop. “unt uhh what you using to clean the floor?”

connie looked at you with a confused face, feeling that you should already know his product of choice. “you know i only use fabuloso mami.” he replied, holding up the container full of purple liquid with a smile. every time connie mopped an area, he used wayyyy to much product. a simply bottle of fabuloso should last at least a week and a half before you have to start watering it down, but when connie gets to it he can use up to half the bottle in a day.

the smell reminded him of when he was younger. the sound of old merengue music softly waking him. before long, his mom would bust into the door, fussing at him over how dirty his room was. she’d eventually have him get up to help her clean around the house. the smell of lavender fabuloso wafting into his nose as he would clean basically every part of the house with it until the end of the day. “ven aquí, chico loco. ayuda a mamá a hacer la cena.” his mom would say, apron on as she lightly shoved the wooden spoon towards him. “vale mamá”.

“don’t use too much baby. you be using damn near the whole bottle on just the kitchen” your voice coaxed connie out of his thoughts. “vale, mami” he mindlessly says before shooing you away. “i-i know i’m doin’ baby. and gimme my slides” he says, staring down at your small feet fitting loosely in his huge slides.

you raise an brow at his words before kick them off your feet towards him, waking to your room to get your slippers. as you slide your feet into your much better fitting slippers, you hear the music in the living room change, your 90s r&b being switched out for some of connie’s favorites. you were going to protest until you hear the familiar lyrics of one of connie’s favorite songs booming through the speakers. ashing your blunt, you made your way to the source of the music.

la vaca by mala fe played loudly in the living room as you listened to connie say the begining lines word for word. “ yo que estaba durmiendo en mi sabrosa cama. y me llaman para este tremendo tema, ah, ja, ja. c’mere mami dance wit me” connie only really loved this song because when you first met him you bragged about knowing a lot of spanish music.

you were embarrassed to say the least when the only two found in your playlist were suavemente and la vaca. connie didn’t judge though, singing both of them word for word in front of you to show that he knew them as well. he eventually taught you a bunch of songs he knew to widen your horizon. you smiled as you quickly made your way to him, holding each of his hands in yours as the two of you moved around quickly to the song. loud giggles can be heard as you watched connie get more into the song.

“pero ven acá tú, ¿y cuál es tu plan? ¡ay señorita! ven para-” he was so cute, but the two of you had a lot to do today. “okayyyy papa let’s get back to work” you cut him off. the need to get everything done today overpowering your yearning for some fun. “we can dance tomorrow if we get this done now.” connie frowned at your statement, not wanting to stop just yet, and before it ended, he quickly let go of you to add a song to the top of the queue. “un momento, mami…un momento…” connie mumbled his echo as you rolled your eyes, quietly waiting until you heard another familiar song begin to play.

you made a confused face as you begin to question your boyfriends choice. “you wanna clean to this? it’s softer than what we usually listen to.” connie takes your hand in his, placing his other palm in the middle of your back. obsesión by aventura playing softly around the house as he spoke. “we clean later. we bachata now.” he whispered calmly, the corner of his mouth slightly lifting as you looked up at him. you started smiling ear to ear as he moved your body to the music. this song always reminded you of your first date with connie.

he was driving you home, hand tangled in yours as the song quietly played through his speakers. you had no idea what was being said, but you liked it. you watched as connie sang along to the lyrics, much deeper voice portraying his own version of the song in a different pitch. he was so handsome. connie noticed you tapping your fingers to the beat on your thigh as he pulled into your driveway, instantly coming up with an idea for you to enjoy the song in a deeper sense.

“thanks for tonight, i had a great time boo.”you smiled before trying to leave the car, but before you can open the door, you were haulted by his hand squeezing yours. “of course hermosa…but it’s not over yet.” you watched connie exit the car, making his way to your side before eventually opening your door for you. “come on out mami. i wanna show you sum.” you take his outstretched hand as you exit the car as well.

“boy what you about to do?” connie shushes you before reaching into the car to turn the song up louder. “you dance?” before you could reply, you found your hand already in his with another strong hand in the middle of your back. “i-i don’t know how.” you panic, but you’re quickly soothed by connie lips on your forehead. “don’t worry i’ll teach you. just follow me.”

the two of you ended up dancing with the song on replay for about an hour, getting the hang of it within the first twenty minutes or so. before he let you go, connie made sure to walk you to your door, planting a light kiss on your lips. he looked into your eyes one more time. “ima see you friday, yea?” you look away, getting shy from the kiss. “mhm friday.” you haven’t forgotten the song since that day. labeling it as the song that started it all for the two of you.

“cmon hermosa just one dance.” connie whispered, gently pulling you from your thoughts. instead of fighting with him, you let the music take you as you looked into his eyes. muscle memory kicking in as you repeated the same steps he taught you that night. you knew the two of you weren’t going to finish cleaning today, but you didn’t care. feeling glad to dance the rest of the day away with the man you love. plus, there was always sunday.