#mexican humour

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RÁPIDO WEYES, A PEDIRLE A TLALOC MÁS LLUVIA, NO MAMEN

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All the trophies swaps and Lando’s “Give this one to whoever finished third” 😂

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[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

tumne jo kahaa ༉‧₊˚.

Summary: every time that y/n speaks to lando in hindi, and he falls in love even more

✎ ln x desi!reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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masterlist ☾☼

lando norris was in love with his girlfriend. like, head over heels, i-will-give-you-my-life-but-live-for-you-if-you-ask kind of love. he loved her confidence and her humour, and how she loved to make jokes about him being british and her being indian. he loved her ambition and her independence and her vulnerability. he loved how much she loved and how she lit up the room every time she walked in.

he, especially, loved when she spoke in hindi. he loved her voice. hearing it healed him on a level he did not understand. but, pair it up with her speaking her native language, and somehow it sounded better. it felt like home.

lando was used to her talking to her family and friends in hindi, and sometimes even caught her talking to herself in hindi. it was the language that she grew up surrounded in, it made sense. the way formula one fans would go silent when the radio sound would go off on their screens, lando became completely silent just so he could listen to her talk. he barely ever understood what she would say, mainly because she would talk too fast for him, but he still listened.

he picked up on a few words here and there, and from context, he had a rough idea what they meant. y/n had never spoken to him in hindi, and it worried him that maybe she did not feel comfortable enough talking to him in a language that she was most comfortable in.

he understood on some levels that as a woman of colour, she had faced a lot of prejudice at her place of work. he could never relate to it, but he knew from watching carlos, checo, lewis, zhou, yuki, and more the way that people discriminated against them. he saw first hand the amount of hate comments that the asian drivers had received, and how carlos and checo's driving had often been discredited because they were spanish or mexican. to avoid facing that kind of discrimination, y/n chose to only ever speak in english, aside from the times that she was speaking to her friends and family in india.

the first time it had happened though, the first time that she spoke to him in hindi was a few months into the relationship, and lando hadn't realised until that moment just how in love he was.

1.

y/n had been busy with work. he knew that she was having a stressful week with the amount of workload her boss put on her just to see if she had what their team needed. whatever the fuck that meant. but, he knew y/n, and he knew that she would take everything her boss threw at her with stride and finish everything needed.

it was almost time for dinner, and lando tried his best to not disturb his girlfriend. he had stuck around in his gaming room for most of the time, and occasionally came out to remind y/n to drink water to change her position so that she didn't hurt her back or her neck.

opening the fridge, lando stared at the contents. his trainer had already sent in his week's meals. pulling one of the boxes out, he searched for something that y/n could eat. opening different boxes, he found one with leftover pasta from last night's dinner. he figured it would be good enough to eat, and since it was y/n's comfort food, she wouldn't mind having pasta two nights in a row.

"y/n, lovie, do you want to have last night's pasta? i can heat it up for you now," lando asked.

y/n was distracted, but she had heard his question, and in her distracted state, she said, "haanji,"

lando froze. y/n had responded to him in hindi. his girlfriend had responded to him in a language that she felt the most herself in. he peeked towards the living room, making sure that he was hidden from her view. quickly shoving the pasta in the microwave, lando couldn't help but dork dance a little bit.

his girlfriend loved him! his girlfriend was comfortable with him! his girlfriend felt safe with him! he threw his fist in the air as he silently jumped around till the microwave beeped.

quickly taking out the bowl, he filled up her bottle with water, and took her dinner to where she was sitting on the couch. her eyes were focused on the screen, her glasses almost falling off her nose.

setting the bowl and her bottle on the coffee table, lando gently ran his fingers through her hair till she looked up at him, confused for a moment.

"hi, lovie," lando said softly. he pushed her glasses up to the bridge of her nose, as she smiled at him.

"hi. what are you doing here? i thought you were streaming?" she asked, setting her laptop aside.

"i am. i got hungry, so i came to get my dinner, and then i noticed that you hadn't eaten as well, so i heated up last night's pasta."

y/n groaned, "oh my god, i needed pasta right now. thank you, baba." she was already settling on the floor, squeezing herself in the space between the couch and the coffee table.

lando leaned down and pressed a kiss at the top of her head, "are you done with work?"

stuffing a mouthful of pasta, y/n shook her head. lando sat on the couch, running his fingers through her hair continuously, hoping that it was soothing. he waited patiently for her to swallow her food.

"nahi. my boss is making me do a million changes constantly, and every time i give him my reasons for the changes i did, he fights me, and then agrees with me. it's so annoying," y/n ranted.

lando hummed, "that does sound annoying,"

"right!" y/n vented out her work frustration in between bites, and lando sat there with a smile on his face. she had spoken to him in hindi, though not a lot of words, but it counted nonetheless.

once y/n was done with her dinner, and lando had made sure that she had drank enough water, he kissed her softly before letting her get back to work, and he took his dinner and went back to his streaming, where max yelled at him for taking so long.

he didn't even care. all he cared about was the woman sitting in his living room who was letting him into a part of her that she kept guarded from the rest of the world.

the second time it happened, it was on a race weekend. y/n had accompanied him for practice race 3 and the qualifying on saturday. between the first and the second time, lando had learned a lot more hindi, but only the basics. he would ask y/n what some of the words that she was saying meant, and he honestly wasn't surprised when most of them turned out to be cuss words.

2.

lando had kept y/n close to him as much as possible in the paddock. neither of them wanted the media to know about their relationship just yet, so y/n disguised herself as someone part of the team and hung around in places where lando could see her.

y/n kept herself busy, talking to oscar, or some of the mechanics or the pr team. it was fun talking to the people who were part of lando's work life, and she had enjoyed herself thoroughly. lando was exceptionally happy that she was happy and comfortable.

y/n had watched from the practice race from the paddock. lando and she had decided that before and after the races, they would find each other in his driver's room. lando claimed that he needed his good luck kiss from his girlfriend. y/n claimed that he was just being clingy.

after the practice sessions were over, lando had quickly found her in his driver's room, kissing her as soon as the door closed. the two stayed there talking till someone came, calling lando for qualifying.

the process repeated.

y/n watched the qualifying from the paddock, eyes locked on the screen. she watched as lando qualified from q1 to q2 and then from q2 to q3, and she cheered with the rest of the team when lando got p2.

jumping from her seat, y/n quickly ran to lando's driver's room, and bounced on her feet as she waited for him. though, she didn't have to wait long, because before she knew it, lando was bursting in the room.

his arms wrapped around her waist, and he was picking her up as the two laughed.

"i'm so proud of you!" y/n exclaimed.

"p2, baby!"

before they could celebrate further, one of the pr team member was knocking on the door, calling lando for the media work.

sighing, lando quickly kissed y/n, before he left. y/n smiled as she watched him go, incredibly proud of him and how far he had come.

she knew that media would take some time, so she settled on the couch, covering herself up with lando's hoodie. it was cozy and it smelled of him and she didn't realise when she fell asleep.

lando had tried to wrap up media as soon as possible. they always asked him the same questions every time, and lando desperately wanted to go back to y/n.

he repeated the answers that the media trained him to say, and he smiled and laughed at all the right places. he said what the media wanted to hear, and he made small talk with all the drivers he met on the way back. he even stopped to quickly speak to andrea and zak. but, with every second away from his girlfriend, he was getting all the more impatient.

once all his duties were over, he practically ran to his driver's room. pushing the door open, he stopped short, a smile taking over his face.

his adorable girlfriend was cuddled on the tiny bed that he had with his mclaren hoodie clutched in her hands. closing the door softly behind him, he sat on the edge of the bed and gently shook her awake.

"lovie?"

y/n let out a soft groan before she opened her eyes, looking up at lando. "hi, lan. hogaya sab?"

lando nodded, "mhmm. i'm done with media and everything, and now we can go home,"

y/n nodded. she heard what he said. but, she closed her eyes again and cuddled further into lando's hoodie. softly, she said, "chaddar chahiye."

lando chuckled, "we've got blankets at home, baby. we can go home and cuddle and sleep till tomorrow morning,"

she opened her eyes slightly and held out her pinky finger to him, "promise?"

he laughed, curling his finger around hers before leaning in and pressing a kiss to their joined fingers, "promise, lovie. let's go, now."

y/n sat up, satisfied with lando's promise. she let him hold onto her as they quickly left the paddock and headed towards his car, where she promptly fell asleep again, her pinky finger locked in his.

moments like these, lando wished he could remember forever. if he had the ability to turn memories into movies, he would turn this moment into a never ending movie.

over the years, he had gotten good at understanding her hindi. he could understand sentences, though he could never form a single one. the pronunciations were too difficult for him, but he appreciated y/n trying to teach him nonetheless. especially when she taught him the correct way to pronounce 'shawarma'.

3.

something that was lando's favourite little habit that y/n had was how she had an internal clock for some things. it was never for anything useful like eating meals on time or drinking enough water. it was more for things like calling up her mother when it was lunch time in india, or texting him when he'd be home.

her mind somehow instinctively called or texted at the same time every day, and he never understood how that was possible. but, he refused to question it.

a conversation that the two had almost every time he was out for work or at the gym, training, at exactly 7:52 pm, y/n texted him asking where he was.

she always looked forward to him coming home, and it made lando's heart warm, knowing that someone he loved, loved him enough to want him around.

she was more than enough for him, but he was also enough for her.

though, it was on their first anniversary when she called him a name that truly made him realise just how much she loved him.

4.

lando had stayed up all night putting the final touches to his gift for y/n. since he enjoyed art, and she loved collecting his art work, lando had bought a clear lamp to keep at her bedside and decorate it on his own.

he'd been told that it was a shitty gift idea. but, y/n was afraid of sleeping in complete darkness, so maybe it wasn't such a shitty idea? he didn't know, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

unfortunately, staying up all night and spending the entire anniversary day with his girlfriend doing boyfriend-girlfriend things had tired him out beyond belief and he had fallen sick.

as he lay on the couch wrapped in blankets, he listened to his girlfriend's muttering, "meine pehele kaha tha ki mat karo, par kisi ne sunni? nahi. meri baat sunta kaun hai iss ghar mein."

"babe, i'm sorry," lando whined.

sighing, y/n sat close to her boyfriend and said, "jaan-e-mann, i don't care about anything else more than you. you need to take care of your health first. i love the gift, i promise, but i just needed you."

he stared at her for a second before saying, "that one's new. i haven't heard that one before,"

tilting her head in confusion, she asked, "what's new? jaan-e-mann?"

lando nodded, pulling the blankets closer to his face.

her cheeks turned red as she explained, "jaan-e-mann means my love, my life, my beloved. you are my love, my life, and my beloved. you are my jaan. my jaan-e-mann,"

his smile was wide, and he reached out his hand towards her. she took his hand, and he interlocked their fingers before he whispered, "you're my jaan-e-mann too,"

y/n leaned in, kissing lando, before she pulled back and slapped his chest, "i'm still mad at you for getting sick!"

lando let out a playful groan. he was her jaan-e-mann. nothing else mattered.

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hi! i hope you guys enjoyed this! for the non-desi readers, "meine pehele kaha tha ki mat karo, par kisi ne sunni? nahi. meri baat sunta kaun hai iss ghar mein." this line basically means, "i had warned you before to not do it, but did anyone listen? no. no one listens to me in this house." i have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

[mossybubblegum]

CONNIE IS NOT A GANGSTER. HE DOESN’T SLING DRUGS. HE DOES NOT SMOKE WEED. HE JUST GOT STUCK IN THE 2020 FRAT BOY PANDEMIC AND NOBODY CARES ENOUGH ABOUT HIM TO CHANGE THAT :’(

Anyway, I’m bored so my first post is going to be an in depth discussion of what Connie, college au, modern au, or otherwise would be like using actual things from the series. I’m so sick of him being mischaracterized.

Connie is NOT an overconfident, party animal douchebag. Everyone looked at him in season 1 as the class clown and comedian but didn’t acknowledge his growth as a character. When he’s 19 (the final season), he’s openly very depressed and upset about the things he’s witnessed.

Connie is NOT some crazy Mexican who slings drugs. Aside from the fact that that hc is literally just a racial stereotype, bc that’s a whoooole other issue, the only reason people say he is this is bc of a slap on titan.

Connie is NOT slinging drugs, smoking pot, etc. His ENTIRE character is based in the fact that he just wants to make his mother, family, and village proud.

Connie does NOT own a fucking hellcat for crying out loud HE GREW UP POOR. HE IS NOT AFFORDING A HELLCAT. He can barely afford college.

Connie IS a dork. He was established throughout the series to yes, cope a lot with humour and make jokes.

Connie IS dimwitted. He has expressed his insecurities over this fact many times, and grapples with his inability to grow as a soldier.

That being said, Connie is NOT an idiot. He has shown that while he struggles with adaptability and thinking on the fly, he is still a great soldier. He’s able to make decisions when he must, and bases them on his own morals, though they sometimes get muddled in his mind. People forget that he graduated top 10 in the cadets AND was the first person Eren went to for ODM help (in fact, Connie is canonically one of the best on ODM gear)

With this in mind, it’s pretty clear that Connie is just sorta a loser. He probably struggles to make friends and especially has a hard time keeping them (the constant betrayal he feels from others in the series; he saw Reiner as an older brother, Eren as a friend, etc.). He’s also probably pretty emotionally constipated and insecure. So guys PLEASE stop making him out to be some crazy rich dope dealer 😭

Here are some of my personal Headcannons to counteract the ludicrous things I see ab him.

Connie collects Pokemon cards and is way too into them

Connie majors in computer science with the hopes of one day making his own video game that gets popular enough that he can support his family and put his siblings through college

He grew up on a farm

He’s one of Armin’s best friends, but they don’t ever go out together, so nobody really realizes how close they are

Connie got bullied for his hair, and that’s why he buzzed it initially.

He got rejected by both of the girls he confessed to in hs

He has freckles

He had a pet duck growing up

He works two jobs and a third summer job to get through college

One of the jobs is on campus, the other is at GameStop, and his summer job is hauling rafts for white water rafting groups

He’s close with Niccolo

He and Sasha met at freshman orientation before college and immediately clicked

He’s got deep rooted fears that one day everyone he’s met in college will decide to leave him or forget about him

[romcommunist]

I saw your soup spreadsheet and I want to recommend sopita! It literally translates to soup or little soup but it's a Mexican type soup where you toast the pasta and then boil in a broth of tomato sauce and the consomate/bouillon. Extremely cheap, quick and easy to make 😊

one question.......if i make lots of sopita at what point does it become just sop. just kidding.....little soup humour for ya

[latinare]

This is a really vague question maybe you have some insight on.

I'm monolingual; I very casually study Spanish, ie duolingo, very slowly reading Harry Potter in translation, bantering with my mexican coworkers, etc, but I'm barely past where I was ten years ago in college. My grandparents native language was Sicilian, and so that's really been the dream to someday learn Italian. But for where I live, Spanish is a very practical language, and Italian really isn't. I'm scared to stop the small amount of Spanish study that I currently do and lose it, but at the same time it's not my ultimate goal. There are really only so many hours in the day.

How much Spanish do I need to learn before I can put it to bed and start clawing my way through Italian? Can you think of any benchmark I could use? I realize it's not an either/or situation, but I was hoping you might have some advice as someone whose language journey seems to be much more advanced that my own.

Thanks for your time and any thoughts you might have!

This is a good question and I think one all language-learners struggle with. I don't know that there's one good answer, but I have a few thoughts that may or may not be helpful.

When you study something, even if you have to set it aside at some point, you don't lose it completely. The next time you pick it up, it's easier and quicker to get back to where you were. It's okay to study cyclically.

You can study things in the cracks of your day. I have Latin vocab pinned above the sink to learn when I'm washing dishes, and I translate posts for this blog while I'm nursing my baby. I read Geoffrey of Monmouth when I have ten free minutes and feel like it. It doesn't look like enough time to study a language, but it adds up.

Studying a second language in the same family can be fascinating because they share cognates (cousin words) and grammar elements. Digging into this can deepen your understanding of both. (Sicilian and Spanish are both from the Romance branch of the Indo-European language family.)

Finding a way to work a little Spanish into your week may help you retain what you've already learned. (Maybe leave Harry Potter in your backpack to read when you're in a queue or waiting room?)

One of my personal language-learning benchmarks is being able to understand spoken humour, so I'd contest that bantering with coworkers in Spanish makes you more than monolingual. :)

Ugh, I feel like I'm not saying much that's concrete. I really hope you get to study Sicilian though! Best of luck with both, and any future linguistic endeavours too!

[council-of-beetroot]

My crack AGZSC headcanon is that the group all tries to introduce Sephiroth to the concept of celebrating his birthday except their descriptions become progressively more unhinged so it starts of with Angeal discussing how birthdays were a simple but nice affair in his family with a cake.

Genesis: They were truly magnificent experiences!

Angeal: what Genesis fails to mention is that these parties were more elaborate than your average wedding and cost more than some in the village made in a year..

Sephiroth: it seems peculiar that there would be so many guests for such a function. Perhaps the partygoers were incentivized by the prospect of securing the small fortune contained in the gift bags that you said were distributed.

Genesis: Are you implying that the only reason people showed up to my birthday parties was because of the gift bags?

Sephiroth: That is a possibility!

Genesis: Excuse me! Everyone showed up because they wished to celebrate such milestones and recognize the achievements of a young blossoming prodigy!

Sephiroth: peculiar indeed.

Genesis: people came to my parties because they liked me!

Angeal: Why does it matter. You didn't even like most of the people there either!

Genesis: I suppose that's true... none of my peers had the same appreciation for the arts...

Zack interrupts: Hey! I heard we were talking birthday parties! Who are we surprising?

Angeal: No one at the moment, we were simply discussing various birthday traditions with Sephiroth.

Sephiroth: I have obtained a plethora of information regarding birthday traditions across the planet and wish to confirm if my research into the traditions of your hometown is correct and if the traditions persist today.

Zack: Birthdays in Gongaga were epic! There was music and presents, decorations, cake!

Sephiroth: I have investigated further into the matter and came across a peculiar tradition in Gongaga where the children are blindfolded and made to strike a papier-mâché creature until it releases the confections inside?

Sephiroth: that seems unwise

Zack: nah, we take precautions, that's why they aren't made out of ceramic pottery anymore!

Zack: it was the best!But to really have fun you gotta spin the person around a bunch so that they end up getting all mixed up! Once I got knocked unconscious because a kid went the wrong way! It was hilarious!

Genesis: I had theorized for ages that you must dropped on the head as an infant, and it appears that that theory isn't far off from the truth.

Zack: Hey Cloud! What do you and other people in Nibelheim do for their birthdays.

Cloud: some people had parties but I didn't, didn't think anyone would show up. Ma always made birthdays truly special, she would find the perfect gift and would bake a really good cake. It was nice just to spend time with her.

Zack: Ha! That reminds me in Gongaga, it's tradition for your friends to begin chanting before grabbing you and shoving your face into the cake! Good times!

Angeal: wouldn't that ruin the cake

Zack: Yeah that's why you get three cakes!

Sephiroth: Cloud, Your traditions appear simple yet adequate and therefore seem appealing

Cloud: hmm, what else, oh there's an ancient Nibelheim custom to slap someone's ass with a belt on their eighteenth birthday as a rite of passage.

*everyone stares at him*

*This is based on an old rural polish tradition called pasowanie. Not widely practiced and some frown upon it but nonetheless a thing. Obligatory discretionary note that some see it as hurtful while other see it as a humourous welcome into adulthood and people usually don't full on beat up someone in this tradition. People always headcanon Nibelheim to be a very rural very old fashioned place with odd traditions so I felt this fit. While I based Gongaga's on Mexican traditions Because my best friend is Mexican so her birthdays were incredibly fun always with a piñata but her family never did mordida (the cake tradition) and it makes sense as it ruins the cake often in my opinion.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Duff 14

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

Image credit (I want to give dues where due but don’t want the creator to keep getting tagged in my posts as I have been approached by some before that they don’t want me in their notifs)

You skip lunch, trying to make up for missed time. The hours fly by and you only look up from your desk as Marnie packs up. You wish her a good night and Taylor leaves soon after without a word.

You cradle your forehead and pull your phone closer, flipping it over. Notifications stack on the lock screen  unnoticed as you keep it muted in the office. You don't need Gloria lecturing you again about professionalism.

That most of the notifications are messages from Curtis both surprises you and doesn't. You fully thought he was too mad to bother yet he's left a scroll of texts. He's a bit much, too much. 

Ugh, you don't know. You put down the phone and rub your eyes. It's just all too fast. You're panicking. And clueless. You just really don't know if you're blowing it out of proportion. 

You retrieve your phone and flip up the lockscreen. You thumb through your contacts and hit Stephanie's name. You hesitate, hovering over the keyboard.

'Hey, sup?'

Hopefully she answers. You can ask her about Curtis. Or maybe you're better off just forgetting him. You're almost too embarrassed to tell anyone. You're probably being stupid. 

You go back to your work. Gloria is already gone. You barely saw her before she left for the courthouse and Charles dipped out after his lunch. You might be the only person left in the office.

You enjoy the solitary. You feel like you haven't been alone in forever. You never realised how much you actually enjoy it.

Your steady typing fills the silence. You ease into the lull, the sky dimming through the windows, casting a haze over your cubicle. You save the file and check the time. You should go. At this point, you're working for free.

The click of a door handle frightens you. You assure yourself it's just the cleaner but the scuff of a sole assures you otherwise. Andy lets out a garbled noise.

"Shoot, sorry, I didn't realise anyone was still here," he says.

"Just about to leave," you grab your phone and make a face at the new alert. Even more messages and none from Stephanie. 

"Avoiding home?" Andy wonders as he pulls shut his office door.

"Not exactly," you shut down your computer and grab your bag from under your desk, "just… not in a hurry."

"I know the feeling. Not rearing to sit down to a microwave steak and powdered potatoes," he kids, "you know what people never warn you about when you divorce? The cooking."

You force a laugh. It's nice of him to humour you. You suppose your problems could be worse. You don't have to worry about custody or alimony or really anything but yourself. Maybe that's why Curtis is making you so anxious.

"Not tryna be inappropriate but you have any suggestions? Might be better off grabbing something on the way."

"Er," you shoulder your bag, "the taco place isn't too bad from what I hear. My friends said it was amazing.:

"You didn't go?"

"Uh, no," you admit as you rub your neck, making the awkward shuffle towards the door ahead of him, "I was busy."

You won't admit that they didn't invite you and that you were at home watching their Insta stories about the ghost pepper salsa. No one needs to know that. You wish you could forget that altogether.

"Hmm, I don't mind Mexican," he follows you through the door, "how about you? What's for dinner?"

"I don't know, cereal," you scoff as you head down the stairs, "easier than cooking."

He's quiet as the stairs creak beneath his feet. The old building groans as you come down to the main floor. You don't even feel much like eating. 

"I hate to be… too forward but you wanna join me for tacos? My treat."

"Hmm?" You pause at the door and glance back at him.

"I mean, you want something quick and I hate eating alone. Every night. In front of the TV."

You feel a pluck of sympathy. You can't tell if he's playing it up or joking. You also don't know how acceptable it would be to have dinner with your boss.

"You don't have to stay. We can grab take out and you can enjoy it at home."

You keep your hand on the door and tap your toe. It's just food, right? You hate to turn down a free meal and Andy's harmless. 

"If I'm being honest, I really just don't wanna walk in by myself. I feel like a bit of a sad sack," he lowers his voice. "So?"

You tilt your head back and forth. It will be a good excuse not to look at your phone. You tuck the cell phone on the side pocket of your bag and give a smile.

"Sure, why not? If you're paying, I'm not complaining."

[trilliumtriffid]

Fellow Canadians—would you prefer to be called a snow Mexican or a 'merikkkan? 🤔

[justforbooks]

Marisa Paredes

Spanish star of films by Pedro Almodóvar, Guillermo del Toro and Roberto Benigni, and a champion of leftwing causes

The actor Marisa Paredes, who has died suddenly aged 78, was renowned for her elegance and “calm grace, that gentle cheerfulness that she ignited with one look of her pale eyes”, in the words of Gilles Jacob, former president of the Cannes film festival. She is best known for her roles in six films directed by Pedro Almodóvar.

After seeing her in a play, Almodóvar cast her as Sor Estiércol (Sister Manure) in Entre Tinieblas (Dark Habits, 1983). Later, she starred in his surreal melodrama Tacones Lejanos (High Heels, 1991). For her performance as a writer of romantic novels in his slightly more sober La Flor de Mi Secreto (The Flower of My Secret, 1995), she was nominated for a Goya best actress award. She also featured in Almodóvar’s Oscar-winning Todo Sobre Mi Madre (All About My Mother, 1999).

She became one of Spanish cinema’s great figures, but was also outspoken throughout her life in support of leftwing causes. As president of Spain’s film academy from 2000 to 2003, she attacked the participation of José María Aznar’s Conservative government in the planned invasion of Iraq. Her televised speech at the annual Goya awards in 2003 helped mobilise mass demonstrations: “There is no need to be afraid of culture, entertainment or freedom of expression, and much less satire or humour. We should be afraid of ignorance and dogmatism. We should be afraid of war.”

In the 1980s Paredes built a solid reputation in Spanish cinema, working with up-and-coming young directors, such as Fernando Trueba in Ópera Prima (Debut, 1980), Jaime Chávarri, Jaime Rosales and Agustí Vilaronga in Tras el Cristal (In a Glass Cage, 1986). Her performance in Vilaronga’s macabre anti-Nazi film was her own favourite. For José Sacristán’s comedy Cara de Acelga (Like Death Warmed Up, 1987) she was nominated for a Goya as best supporting actress.

In the 90s, her leading parts in Almodóvar films broadened her career into international cinema. She worked with Alain Tanner in France, Manoel de Oliveira in Portugal and shot two films with the Mexican Arturo Ripstein: Pintura Carmesí (Deep Crimson, 1996) and El Coronel No Tiene Quien le Escriba (No One Writes to the Colonel, 1999), a successful adaptation of a Gabriel García Márquez novel. She was in the Italian Roberto Benigni’s La Vita è Bella (Life Is Beautiful, 1997) and Guillermo del Toro’s El Espinazo del Diablo (The Devil’s Backbone, 2001). Over her six-decade career, she acted in more than 70 films.

The youngest of four daughters, Marisa was born in Madrid, in the block of flats on Plaza de Santa Ana where her mother, Petra (nee Bartolomé), was the concierge. Her father, Lucio Paredes, worked in the El Águila beer factory. These were years of hunger after the civil war (1936-39) and her family was poor. From the age of six, she told her mother she wanted to be an actor: the Teatro Español, one of the city’s main theatres, just across the square from her home, inspired her. Reasonably, her parents opposed this insecure career: they aspired for her to become a secretary. Paredes was always proud of her working-class origins. “My elegance comes from my grandfather, who was a farm-worker,” she would say.

Focused on her ambition, she left school aged 11, defeated parental opposition to study at the Madrid dramatic arts school and pushed her way into small film roles at the age of 14. In 1962 she met Fernando Fernán-Gómez, anarchist and brilliant actor and director, who helped mould both her acting and her view of the world. She acted in his film El Mundo Sigue (The World Continues, 1965).

In the 60s and 70s she worked in many films without breaking through to leading roles. The story was different on Televisión Española, where she acted in around 80 plays, often dramatisations of novels. “I had the good fortune that, as I don’t look Spanish ... when television was cultured and broadcast plays, I was in all the dramas of Chekhov, Dostoevsky, Ibsen. I was the Russian soul,” Paredes explained. She was an all-round talent, acting not just in theatre and highbrow TV, but in musicals, comedies and even a spaghetti western.

With her height, aristocratic bearing and blond hair, Paredes was reminiscent of a classic Hollywood star. Yet she was not vain: she had a warm smile and generous nature, and had the enthralling gift of great screen actors of expressing emotion with a single look or grimace.

She won prizes for her theatre, television and film work, and an honorary Goya for her career in 2018.

Paredes supported #MeToo vigorously and campaigned in the July 2023 general election for Sumar, the junior leftwing partner in Spain’s coalition government. As recently as 30 November, she read the manifesto in a demonstration against Israel’s actions in Gaza. She understood her political commitment in no narrow terms: “Freedom, education and culture are fundamental to human life. This is what remains. Art is what remains.”

Paredes had a daughter, María, with the film director Antonio Isasi-Isasmendi in 1975. From 1980 until her death she lived with José María Prado, director for 27 years of the Filmoteca Española (Spain’s film institute). She did not believe in marriage.

Prado and María survive her.

🔔 Marisa (María Luisa) Paredes Bartolomé, actor, born 3 April 1946; died 17 December 2024

[bouncehousedemons]

GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS

Thanks for the tag @aneurins-barnard <3

What's the origin of your username? It's a song by Chelsea Wolfe

OTP(s) + shipname: Cloud Strife/Tifa Lockhart (FF7), Osferth/Eadith (The Last Kingdom) and Rupert Campbell-Black/Taggie O'Hara (Rivals)

Favourite colour: Black, green, purple.

Song stuck in your head: Not Like Us by Kendrick Lamar.

Weirdest habit/trait: "What is normal for the spider, is chaos for the fly" - how would I determine what's weird about me?

Hobbies: Reading, writing, playing guitar, going to gigs, listening to music, visiting museums and art galleries, linguistics, hiking/walking, going to the gym, playing video games, traveling.

If you work, what's your profession? I manage a team of account managers at a marketing agency. I also have side hustles as a freelance music journalist and a pet sitter.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? I don't yearn for employment, oddly enough.

Something you're good at: Writing. Filling rooms with negative energy.

Something you hate: Needless cruelty, littering, modern social media. Many things. I am a professional hater.

Something you collect: Vinyl. Fridge magnets. Shot glasses. Books.

Something you forget: I don't know. I probably forgot.

What's your love language? Did you know that love languages were invented by some stupid Christian dope to guilt his wife into never saying no to sex, by claiming his "love language" was physical touch, whilst keeping her subservient by insisting her love language was acts of service? My love language is helping you to break down bullshit ideals and think deeper :)

Favourite movie/show: Favourite movie: The Machinist. Favourite show: The X Files.

Favourite food: Mexican and Indian.

Favourite animal: Sharks.

What were you like as a child? Quiet, always reading.

Favourite Subject at school: English.

Least favourite subject: Maths.

What's your best character trait? Honesty, integrity and humour.

What's you're worst character trait? I hold onto grudges forever and ever. Quick to withdraw when I feel hurt or slighted.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I just want a house that Max and I own, for us to grow old with Ylva in.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? Mary Shelley or Emily Brontë.

No pressure tags: @foxinthegodswood @bitchofdarkness @desvoeux @peachessndreamss @ibikus @nightlydisease

[auspicioustidings]

Wine Talking

Lil 400 word drabbl-ey Ghoap fluff because I am a delicate little mess today who deserves this actually.

You know if you had told Simon Riley 25 years ago he would be enjoying a lazy evening watching the sunset on a Mexican vineyard, he would likely have made some morbid joke about never making it far enough for retirement. 

As he always did on these visits, he had spent the whole day lazing, eating good food and sipping at even better wine, sitting on the porch in the sunshine laughing and reminiscing. His sense of humour was still, to him, as sharp as ever - here meaning that it was still all terrible puns and half a dogs. It was strange really, the ways that he had stayed the same. Stranger still the ways he had changed.

Retirement suited him, the layer of fat from the comfort of peace suited him, the unmasked face with scars faded with age to silvery lines suited him. Even the greys starting to pull through the blonde suited him. But most of all, contentment suited Simon Riley. The contentment of a decade of happiness.

If you had told John MacTavish 25 years ago he would be watching Simon Riley enjoying a lazy evening watching the sunset on a Mexican vineyard, he would only have grinned and agreed. Even as a reckless youth one thing had been consistently certain for him, that Simon would never be rid of him. 

They had turned from team mates to friends to enemies after that whole fake death double agent debacle. But even though it took years to really earn his forgiveness for that one, Simon never did complain about Johnny staying by his side. And then it was enemies, to sort of friends again. And then it was friends who retired together because they were so used to being together at that point that it made sense to stay together. At one point John kissed Simon in the morning at breakfast like it was the most natural thing in the world and Simon accepted the change with no comment at all. Lovers didn’t seem the right word, it felt too small to really encompass all that they were. 

Husbands had happened right here on this vineyard. Close friends, family really, only. Fathers followed not long after completely by accident, it was a long story. 

“Ye’r still the prettiest thing I ever saw” Johnny said, the sunset not as compelling as watching the light of it on Simon’s face. 

Simon only laughed gruffly and rolled his eyes, sliding them away from the horizon to meet Johnny’s with a lazy smile. 

“That the wine talking love?”

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SPLATOON OC BATTLE ROUND 3 BATTLE 6

Sicily Dyerize by @ghosthoodie vs Jett by @calicocoffee101

BACKSTORY/PROPAGANDA

SICILY

There's a lot but basically she's born and grew up in an orphanage and joined the military as Agent 3 because the only thing she knew about her family was that it was military related. Her life goes on and after Octo Expansion she learns that all this time she's been Marie's half-sister and (unbeknownst to her) was given up at birth. After a few years she's happily together with her wifey Kaity and is dealing with the separation with them both being in totally different campaigns :)

JETT

Some very unorganized notes and ramblings about what I have for him so far under the cut

So basics first, Jett is a college dropout (unsuccessfully) trying to start a band, she's working grizzco on the side until that gets going, and rooms with her best friend. Some loose concepts and facts ;

Jett has some Mexican ancestry and is fairly fluent in Spanish

His design aesthetic uses alt/punk aesthetics and I plan in going into visual kei in the future

She did have a loose band music group in college but they lost contact when she dropped out and realised they weren't really serious about it

He's made a couple demos and isn't very confident in his skill yet, so nobody's actually heard them

Jett's also pretty bad at singing but he's working on it<3 until then he's looking out for a lead vocalist

He plays guitar and knows a little on the drums and trumpet

She tries really hard to look cool and match the music and style she's going for but can't stand acting detached

Jetts birthday is 19th of July, her favourite animals are crabs, and she loves cold food

He's very energetic and enjoys socializing, but also kind of flighty, I think he has abandonment issues

Jett grew up somewhere between country and city, she had a fairly normal happy childhood, but did feel uneasy about some of her friends; being obliviously brash, energetic, and loud, meant that often he was described as 'too much' and his friends didn't really humour her antics. As such he tempered down a bit from age 14 to adult, and is trying to unlearn the need to suppress himself.

[multi-fandom-lunatic]

The Sunbearer Trials + Celestial monsters

I said that my new years resolution was reading more books by POC authors so this is me living up to that✨

MY RATING: ⭐⭐⭐⭐✨ (4 1/2 stars)

I'm going to talk about these books together because it's just easier. Also this does contain spoilers.

Thoughts:

This is honestly one of the most queernormative books I've read. It doesn't shy from making not only the main cast queer but also side characters. Huge props to Aiden Thomas for making a queer book for fantasy lovers who yearn for some personal relationships too.

I love that it's Mexican-inspired and has an incredibly diverse cast of characters. The representation is 100% for me.

Onto the plot. The first book has a nicely structured plot, with the trials itself providing the stakes and high action moments that keeps the book fast paced and the moments between trials allowing for the development of personal relationships and the themes of the book. I do with the intro was a bit faster paced, though it isn't super slow by any means.

THE CHARACTERS. What really sells this duology to me is how good the characters are. We delve deep into who they are and their morals and how their upbringing and journeys have shaped that. A lot of fantasy books are so insistent on being textbooks for their respective worlds that they forget it's the characters that actually make the book. Everything from Teo and Niya's friendship, to Teo and Aurelio's romance, to Xio's betrayal and redemption is very personal and doesn't feel rushed at all.

I do think that it leaned a little too far into the tropes. Personally am not a fan of Aurelio's mom being one of the reasons that the twins are the way they are, but I can forgive it because it provided for a deeply touching moment ("You are not deficient."!!!!!)

I'm not usually one for redemptions but OH. MY. GOD. Xio's arc was so insanely well written I was marvelled at the fact that I liked it. Usually I don't like redemption because people think that "they said sorry and did one thing once" and that means a character is redeemed but Xio consistently helping Aurelio, Teo and Niya and actively working to earn the redemption is refreshing.

Also I love the humour. "No hetero" actually took me out.

Overall, this duology is definately the kind of fantasy fiction we need to read and analyse more. Absolutely worth the read and I suggest any fantasy YA fan to give it a shot!

[writingmia]

Okay I just had an idea and I *had* to share it. I don't even ship Valgrace but this was too good not to think about. A Leo Valdez/Jason Grace 'Red, White & Royal Blue' AU.

Note: English isn't my first language, so please keep that in mind

Leo Valdez, who is half-Mexican, the son of the first American Latina female President, the one and only goddess amongst women, Esperanza Valdez. Leo, who always wanted to fix things and decided to follow his mother's footsteps in politics as a way to solve the issues he sees in his country. Leo, whom the public loves because of his sense of humour, quick wit and charm, who becomes America's sweetheart almost immediately when the elections first started.

And then you have Jason Grace, who has been born into the Royal Family and has had those duties and expectations on his shoulders from such a young age. Jason, who knows he will become a leader at some point, because his older sister, Thalia, is a rebel who refuses to conform to his family's expectations and ran away and abdicated the second she could. Jason, who is loved by his people, who is the white boy of the month every other month.

Zeus is the king, because of course he is. His Majesty, who doesn't really approve of the USA's election of Esperanza, because he sees her as lesser.

Leo and Jason who start off at the wrong foot because of something Jason unintentionally said, something that was his father's opinion and, of course, it was offensive to Leo, who immediately figured that Jason was a racist, privileged white guy who couldn't see past the tip of his nose.

Jason who's the one wearing glasses when he's at Kingston Palace and Leo who's caught off-guard by how casual he looks with them, how relaxed, not like the heir to an entire empire with a history of blood and slavery.

Leo, whose best friend is Piper McLean, the daughter of Tristan McLean, whose gaydar is immaculate and she's the one to open Leo's eyes that maybe Jason is gay, but isn't allowed to show it.

Jason, whose best friends are Percy Jackson and Nico di Angelo, who also happen to be his cousins on his dad's side (yes, it's pathetic that his best friends are his cousins but he didn't really get many chances to be social growing up, okay?!), who are both incredibly chaotic in their own ways. Percy, who immediately gets along with Leo and the two exchange sassy comments and send each other memes constantly. Nico, who knew Leo was bi before Leo himself knew, and fed into Jason's delusions until he had the balls to kiss Leo on his famed New Year's Party.

Thalia, who would be in the picture occasionally, but is mostly busy touring the US with her rock/metal band called 'The Hunters', whose first album was inspired by Greek Mythology and specifically the myths surrounding Artemis, which is so what they titled their debut album.

Annabeth, who is Piper and Leo's genius best friend and the only keeper of the singular braincell in their trio, who has been wanting to become the youngest woman to ever hold a Senate seat ever. Percy, who is completely enamoured by her the second he sees her and the two start their own romance on the side.

I'm obsessed with this idea, I think it has so much potential.

I wrote that very quickly and I've barely proof-read it, but I just felt like the idea had to get out of my head because it deserves to be shared with the fandom. If someone wants to continue developing this, I would love to read more. If someone has alr written something like this and I'm not the first genius to think of it, please let me know!

- mia