#mi modelo is back

[juantinarchive]

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[webshooterrr9]

dbf!miguel staying over

i mean....... i had to eventually...

w.c: 2.6k

content warning: alcohol usage, age gap (reader is 21, Miguel is 35), smut, unprotected PiV sex (wrap it before you tap it!), slight dom/sub dynamic but not really because mig is such a sweetie and reader is sassy af, teasing because mig is secretly a meanie :(, not really tho he wants it just as much as her, big scary men whimpering!!!

sorry for y'all who don't speak spanish cuz i didn't feel like adding translations because it messed up the look but dw most of it is in english

Miguel and your father have been friends since college.

When your dad needed help with homework, Miguel was there. When your dad needed someone to pass to during the game, Miguel was there. When your dad mourned the loss of your mom, taken from the world too soon, Miguel was there. There were countless nights where Miguel would tutor your dad on subjects he struggled with after missing classes to take care of you: the angel he was gifted with in high school. Although he admits you came into his life a bit too early for comfort, he has always loved and prioritized you. And Miguel quickly became your dad’s best friend because, although he never met you, he could tell just how much your father cared about you.

And so he was always there for your dad. All through college and beyond.

It wasn’t until you started college that Miguel had the pleasure of meeting you. Your dad had planned a hangout with the three of you, telling you about how important it is to have a good friend on your side, how it helped him when times got tough.

And now you’re 21 - sitting on your childhood bed after coming home from college for the summer. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been thinking about Miguel since you’ve been home. When you met him three years ago, you were somewhat intimidated by him. How could you not? Look at the sheer size of that man. But you came to know through your school breaks that he was a lot more laid-back than you previously thought. You hate to admit it, but you’ve developed a slight crush on him. It’s stupid, you know, but how could you possibly resist those deep brown eyes and that smooth baritone voice that pulls you in every time?

Knock knock “Chiquita?”

You recognized that silky tone. It was Miguel.

“Yeah?” you say, putting your phone to the side. “Come in.” The doorknob twists and your door slowly creeps open. Behind it was that beautiful man: soft brown curls, slightly hidden by a backwards cap, a strong nose, dusty jeans that hug his legs just right, and a plain white tee with a gold cross dangling from a chain around his neck. Your dad’s best friend. Miguel.

He steps into your room and lingers by the door, a lazy smile across his face.  Dios… he was something else.

“¿Qué estás haciendo, mami? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

You sit up straighter, trying not to look as lousy as you feel. He came in here looking like a goddamn Roman god and you’re just sitting in your pjs. “Just scrolling,” you reply. “Trying to enjoy my time without homework.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Your papi invited me over,” he says, stepping further into the room. “Just to catch up and share a few Modelos.”

You watch his arms cross over his chest, the sleeves of his tee tightening around his huge arms. “Doesn’t explain why you’re in here,” you say. “Shouldn’t you be out back with him, then?”

“What, ¿no puedo saludar a la hija de mi amigo?" he laughs. “That’s not fair.” he adds with a fake pout that makes you giggle.

“I didn’t say that,” you smile. He walks over and sits on the edge of your bed. You notice his watch gleam in the sunlight filtering through your windows. “Did you come here from work? Your shirt is dirty as hell.”

“You know how it is, beba. Being a blue collar worker is a tough job.”

You snort. “Please, being a mechanic is hardly blue collar work. You stay inside a garage all day.”

“My customers would beg to differ,” Miguel says. “You should see how many señoras come into my garage looking for a replacement for their shitty husbands.”

“Makes me feel like they’re tryna put a ring on it.” he wiggles his calloused fingers in front of you for added effect.

“Well, it makes sense,” you say. “You’re about their age anyway.”

“Oye!” he laughs. “I’m thirty-five, thank you very much. Not even close to their age.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever you say, viejo.”

The sun had set an hour ago and he hadn’t gone home yet.

Despite the amount of times Miguel offered to leave, not wanting to overstay his welcome, your father insisted he stay for “ten more minutes” and handed him another beer each time. The sound of the two men laughing from the living room kept you awake. It normally wouldn’t bother you, since you’re a night owl anyway, but you have plans with your friend tomorrow that you have to wake up early for.

You exit the comfort of your bedroom and head into the living room where you find Miguel and your dad chatting loudly on the couch. Miguel’s arm is draped over the back of the sofa, which accentuates his already defined chest - not to mention the dim lamp light casting beautiful shadows on his face.

“Ah, mija, there you are!” your father exclaims, very drunkenly. “I was wondering where you were. No te he visto en todo el día!”

“Lo siento, papi.” You reply, leaning against the wall. Miguel’s stare feels hot on your skin. You can see him through your peripheral vision, looking as handsome as ever.

“Es tarde en la noche, chiquita.” Miguel says, his words coming out slower due to all the Modelo in his system. “Why are you still up?”

“That’s exactly why I came in here; to tell you two to shut up.”

“��Oye! Watch your mouth, mija.” your dad says sternly, while Miguel just chuckles.

“Sorry, pequeña,” Miguel says, setting his beer down on the coffee table. “We’ll keep it down. But don’t swear at your padre, yeah? Respect your elders.”

“Uh huh.” you shrug, waving the two men goodbye as you retire to your bedroom. You were sure that Miguel would still be there when you woke up in the morning, but hopefully he’ll be passed out by then and not still chatting with your dad.

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You fall asleep almost immediately. The newly-installed fan in your room helped rid the summer heat and cool your bedroom to a comfortable temperature, while still allowing you to snuggle up under the blankets. A band tee and plain panties is all you wore, which was normal for you unless you were staying at a friend's house - at which point you’d obviously throw on some shorts. The moon shining through your windows acts as a sort of night-light, and you’re soothed to sleep by the crickets outside and the less-deafening sound of chatter from your living room.

Your alarm wakes you up around 8am, which is earlier than you normally start your day. As you go to turn off the noise, you hear a tired groan come from behind you. “Mmph… turn that off.”

You flinch and turn around, covering yourself with your blankets at the stranger in your bed. But it wasn’t a stranger. It was Miguel.

“Miguel!” you whisper-shout, nudging his shoulder. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

He huffs and pushes his face into your pillow, and this is your first chance to get a good look at him. He’s shirtless, of course, but his muscular frame isn’t what draws you to him. His hair is tousled from sleep in a way you haven’t seen before, a grumpy pout peeking out from the pillow he’s buried his face in. He still has his gold chain around his neck, but he seems to have discarded his hat and jeans - which you see laying on your floor. You knew this man was gorgeous… but this was the most stunning you’ve ever seen him. The morning light only makes it better.

“Tu papá durmió en el sofá,” he mumbled, the sleepiness of his voice making him sound more attractive than ever. “And his room was too hot to sleep in.”

“That doesn’t explain why you decided to crawl into my bed unannounced.” you say.

He turns his head to look at you, and one of his arms slides under his pillow to prop himself up. “Cálmate, princesa. You had tons of room and it was cool in here.”

“God, you’re annoying.”

You sit up and brush the hair out of your face, trying to wake yourself up so that you can get ready. Miguel sleepily snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you back down. Your head flops on the pillow and messes up your hair once again.

“Quédate, mami. Sleep with me.” he mumbles, closing his eyes once more.

“E-Excuse me!?” Oh you were definitely blushing now. No way he just said that! You knew that he didn’t actually mean it like that… but you also knew that he wasn’t dumb. Whether his intentions were pure or not, you knew that he worded it that way on purpose. Was your silly little crush reciprocated?

He hugs you closer to him, pulling you flush against his bare chest. The cold metal of his necklace makes you shiver, especially in contrast with how hot his body is. Temperature, you mean.

“You heard me.” he doubles down.

“Do you even-”

“I know what I said, chiquita.” Miguel opens his eyes now - the lazy drawl of his voice becoming more awake and purposeful. His gaze on you is unbearable. You could feel the intensity of his stare. “And I know what I meant.”

You stare at him in silence. How could you speak? The man who you’ve had a crush on since you started college was in your bed, half naked, making a move on you. Part of you thinks that he’s waited long enough to finally do this, but another part of you feels some sort of guilt. He’s over a decade older than you, and a family friend no less. You can see through his eyes that he feels similarly, but his passion is overpowering any sense of guilt. Besides, you’re both adults. How bad could it be?

He leans over you, pinning you down onto your own mattress. A position that’s typically domineering, and yet, you can see his gaze soften uncharacteristically for him. He brushes a strand of loose hair away from your face.

“Que linda…” he mumbles, eyes trailing all over your face. “Eres tan hermosa.”

Miguel leans his face closer to yours, his gold cross dangling from his neck and touching yours. You can feel his warm breath ghosting over your lips. You’re stunned but also… excited?

“Miguel.”

“Yes?”

“Quiero sentirte.” you whisper, your eyes meeting his. You hear his breath catch in his throat. “Tócame. Hazme el amor.”

He chuckles, a flirty pout crossing his face. “Oh, pobrecita…” he grins, tracing your jawline with his dexterous fingers. Your face tilts up closer to his, your lips brushing as he speaks. “You know I can’t do that.”

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What?

“Why not?” he can visibly hear the disappointment in your voice. It almost makes him feel bad, especially with how beautiful you look in the morning light.

“Don’t wanna wake your papi, nena.” he caresses your face once more, leaning back a little so he can look at your face properly. “I can’t make you scream while everyone else is asleep. We have to keep this a secret. But where’s the fun in sex if I can’t hear your pretty whines, hm?”

You smack his chest. “Oh fuck off, Mig. Come here.”

Before he can respond, you grab him by his necklace and drag him down to your lips. The moment your mouths connect, it’s like fireworks going off in his head. He swears you taste better than any bizcocho he’s ever had. Miguel holds your waist as you tangle your hands through his hair, and he lets out a soft groan. His hips involuntarily rut against your thigh, and he decides he can’t take it anymore.

His hand dips between the two of you to tug your panties down, freeing your skin to his touch. His thumb lazily circles your clit, while the other calloused hand is still resting on your hips. He feels like he’s in heaven, feeling you squirm underneath him, but he knows this is only the start of the fun you’ll have together. He swallows every sound you make with his lips on yours, his tongue fighting with yours for control. He pulls his hands back once he’s sure that you’re wet and ready. You two are gasping for air by the time your lips part, and his deep eyes look into yours with a silent plea. You nod your head desperately.

Miguel makes quick work of removing what little clothes he had left on his lower body before sinking into your warmth, slowly but surely. You gasp.

He leans his forehead against yours, savoring the moment of stillness. It’s like you two are in your own little bubble - no one else can interfere. He kisses you lovingly as he starts to move, silencing any moans or sighs you might have that others could hear. You’re just for him, no one else can experience you. His thrusts are slow, but agonizingly deep. You feel it deep in your core, kissing your cervix with every push of his hips forward.

“God…” he whines. “You feel so fucking good. So good for me, baby.” You arch against him, your hands dragging along his back for support. He glances down at where your two bodies connect, and the sight almost makes him pass out. “Que cosita más linda, mami.” he whispers.

“Damelo… please..” you whine, scrunching your eyes shut with all the pleasure you feel.

“I am, nena, I am. It’s all for you, princesa. I promise.”

His pace speeds up a little more, but he’s still pushing into you just as deep, “Show me you love it, baby. Mírame.”

You meet his gaze with glassy eyes, breathing heavily and nails digging into his back. You wrap your legs around his slim waist and he throws his head back at the tighter feel. “That’s it, baby. Así así…”

He’s rutting into you wildly, chasing his high. You look down to watch as his dick disappears into your cunt. The wet sounds of his hips smacking yours clouds your mind. Each roll of his hips brings you closer to the edge. “You’re so pretty, muñeca. So so pretty f’me.”

His large hands sneak under your t-shirt and grope your tits, squeezing and caressing in a way that makes you hazy. “Want you to look at me while I fill you up. Can you do that for me, baby?”

You nod your head frantically, scratching the skin of his shoulders. You’ve never wanted anything more. The two of you are getting dangerously close to climax, and you swear you can hear him whimper.

“God, baby, feels so fucking good. No puedo más, no puedo más…!”

A squeal escapes you as he spills into your heat, with your own crescendo arriving shortly after. There’s a creamy white ring around his base as he starts to slow the roll of his hips. Miguel eventually stills and collapses, hugging you close in the same sort of cuddle as before, but still resting inside you.

After the exhaustion wears off, you pull back to stare into his eyes. A hand comes up to cup his face, rubbing his flushed cheek gently. “That was fucking amazing, Mig. I haven’t felt that good in so long.”

He laughs softly, returning your affectionate gaze. “Do you think your papi heard us?”

“Definitely not.” you giggle. “He’s a heavy sleeper.”

“That’s good.” Miguel holds you for a few more minutes, just silently staring at you. You can’t even imagine how blissed out you must look right now, but it’s all so gorgeous to him. “Eres increíble, mi vida.”

You hum in delight, stroking his cheeks once more. “You too, mi cielo.”

... you're gonna have to cancel your plans for today.

sort of switched to Miguel's pov in the last section cuz i wanted to experiment :))))

i hope you guys liked it!! dbf!miguel inspiration from @mybvalentine

and yes... he's a mechanic. it just suits him ok??

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webshooterrr9

[adrienneleclerc]

Sizes

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Plus-size Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Charles decides to take his girlfriend shopping and things don’t turn out the way he wants them to

Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors, I guess self hate, weight comments

A/N: this will be a very self-indulgent fanfic because i am on the “bigger” side, I’m a size US 12 through US 18 depending on the store, I’ll always look for the XL tops, but yeah, this is something I struggle with. I hope some of y’all can relate to this!

Y/N L/N was in the plane with Charles, they were flying from New York to Monaco. Y/N was listening to music, looking out the window, Charles noticed that Y/N has been a little quiet, this happens every time they visit Y/N’s parents in New York. Y/N doesn’t even know why she bothers visiting them, all they do is talk about her weight.

Y/N has always been a bigger size, even when she was younger. Growing up, her mom would side eye her whenever she would get a second plate, she always heard “si ya comiste un plato, por qué te vas a servir más?” “If You’re hungry, drink water.” It is even worse when she went shopping with her mother and if Y/N says that she can’t find anything in her size, her mom will say “si ya sabes que no hay nada en tu talla, por qué no bajas de peso?” And of course, the ever so great, “no vas a encontrar novio si sigues así de gorda.” When Y/N was a teenager, her mom had her take diet pills from Mexico to help her lose weight. And sure, Y/N lost weight, but she gained it back and her mom never let her hear the end of it, “if you already lost the weight, why didn’t you try to keep it off? I kept the weight off, I’m eating less, why can’t you?” Her mom would send her photos of when she lost weight and text her “look how beautiful you were, try to lose weight.” As if it was so easy. It was even worse when her dad joined in “don’t worry mija, we’ll find a way for you to lose weight.” If you already had one plate, why do you serve yourself more, if you already know there’s nothing in your size, why don’t you lose weight, you’re not gonna find a boyfriend of you’re fat,

So when she visited her mom the first thing she heard was

“Mija, has subido de peso, verdad?” Y/N’s mom Celia, asked, Y/N rolled her eyes. You gained weight, right?

“Hola mami, yo ha estado muy bien, y tú?” Y/N asked sarcastically. Hi mom, I’ve been good, and you?

“Don’t listen to your mother, como has estado, mija? Cómo está tu novio?” Y/N’s dad, Julio, asked, leading Y/N on the couch, how have you been? How’s your boyfriend?

“Ah si, el novio, sigues con él o ya encontró un modelo?” Celia asked, ah yes, the boyfriend, are you still together or did he find himself a model?

“Sí, Mami, sigo con él, ahorita está en el yankee stadium ese para hacer el celebrity pitch.” Y/N said. Yes mom, I’m still with with, right now he’s at the Yankee stadium to do the celebrity pitch

“Ooh si, como no.” Celia commented. “Pero ya que estás aquí, fui a México con tu papá y mi amiga consiguió las pastillas.” Celia got up to go to the kitchen and brought back 3 bottles of pills. “Hay 60 cada uno, tómatelas, quizás por fin serás digno de ser la novia de un piloto de Fórmula uno.” Y/N just stood there and shoved the pills in her bag. Yeah sure, but now that you’re here I went to Mexico with your dad and my friend got me the pills. There 60 in each bottle, take them, maybe then you’ll finally look like an F1 driver’s girlfriend

“Not that this wasn’t fun, pero ya me voy, papi, te quiero mucho, te veo en navidad, mami…adiós.” Y/N said, leaving her parent’s apartment. But I’m gonna go, dad, I love you, I’ll see you at Christmas, mom…bye

Which brings us back to the plane ride. Charles didn’t like seeing Y/N so upset so he tapped her arm and asked Y/N to take off her headphones and she did.

“Mon coeur, do you want to talk about what happened?” Charles asked

“Not really.” Y/N said.

“When we land in Monaco, do you want to go shopping?” Charles asked and Y/N looked confused. “I have this event with APM Monaco, I was thinking we could get some new clothes, doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“I Don’t know, muñeco…” Y/N said but was interrupted by Charles.

“I Don’t like seeing you upset, Mon ange. I want to do this for you, you could pick whatever dress you want, matching shoes, some jewelry…” Charles said and Y/N interrupted him.

“Muñeco, you Don’t really have to.” Y/N said.

“I want to, I want to spoil you, you deserve it.” Charles said, kissing Y/N. “Now get some sleep. We’ll freshen up when we land and then we’ll go shopping.”

So that’s what Y/N did, she slept until the plane stopped. Once the plane landed, they got out and Charles drove them back to his apartment so they could shower. Once showered, Y/N styled her hair and picked out a casual outfit so they could go shopping.

“You look beautiful, Mon coeur.” Charles said, kissing her.

“Thank you, muñeco.” Y/N said, she got her bag and saw the pills in there. She just shoved them in her suitcase before charles could see the,.

“Come on, let’s go to the metropole shopping center, I’m sure they’ll have something beautiful for you.” Charles said. Y/N nods her head. Charles drove to the mall and they entered a fancy dress store.

“Wow, these dresses are beautiful.” Y/N said.

“Yep, I’m going to pick out some dresses for you to try, okay.” Charles said before kissing her cheek and Y/N started to roam around the store.

She a sales lady side eyeing her. It made Y/N feel self conscious, like many times before, Y/N just looked at the dresses, took a picture, and texted her thinner friends saying ‘you’ll love these dresses’ because she sure as hell knows she won’t fit in them. She turned around and saw Charles holding 3 dresses in her preferred colors and preferred style.

“I think you would look amazing in these. I’ll be right outside the dressing room if you need help, okay.” Charles said. Y/N walked into the dressing room and saw herself in the mirror.

“Here goes nothing.” Y/N said. She’s checked the tag and it said it was a size EU 48, which is her size, so as she tried in the dress, she noticed it was a little tight in the waist area. “Muñeco, Can you help me?” Charles pulled back the curtain and got in, closing the curtain behind him. He tried to zip up,the dress but he couldn’t. Everything Celia told her came flooding in her head, she has gained weight, she shouldn’t have eaten so much growing up, it was her own fault that she was fat, she should have kept the weight off. She was so in her head that she didn’t realize she was crying or that Charles was speaking until charles was right in front of her, wiping her tears with tissues that Y/N carrieesaround in her purse.

“Mon ange, are you okay?” Charles asked softly.

“No, I am not okay. This stupid dress doesn’t fit, probably nothing in this store will fit me because I am so fat, maybe I should take those diet pills my mom gave me, I am so ugly.” Y/N sobbed, taking off the dress haphazardly, not caring if she ripped something or not. She put her jeans and oversized t shirt back on but sat down on the floor to sob into her hands. Charles has tears in his eyes, it hurt to hear her talk about herself this way.

“Mon coeur, what happened with your mother?” Charles asked. Y/N got another reissue for her bag and blew her bise before answering him.

“She said that I have gained weight, asked if we were still together or if you found yourself a model girlfriend, and she gave me diet pills so i can lose weight like I did when I was 16/17.” Y/N said. Charles felt angry, how could a mother say that to her own daughter?

“Mon coeur, I love you, you know that, right? I love you so much and don’t worry about the dress, there are other stores that carry bigger sizes and so,étimos the sizing runs short here.” Charles attempts to make Y/N feel better.

“You don’t get it, Charles. You could find a dress that could perfectly fit me and I’m going to hate myself in it, my mom would point out my flaws when we’re shopping ‘you’re back is too wide for that dress, this dress shows off your belly, if you lost 20 pounds, you could pull off that dress’, even if I really liked something I wore, my mom would ruin it for me. And now I say that about myself, it’s so bad” Y/N cried and Charles hugged her, smoothie her back, letting her cry it all out.

“Mon coeur, you need to stop visiting your mother. I know you love your parents but visiting your mom is not healthy for you. You’re not going to take those diet pills, okay? Those things are dangerous and who knows the side effects it might cause. Now listen to me very carefully, you are beautiful, your size doesn’t matter, not to me, I fell in love with you because you’re funny, you are so sweet to everyone, you love animals, you could be a size 50 or a size 32 and I would still love you because of your personality.” Charles said, cupping Y/N’s face, kissing her nose. “Safe to say we won’t be buying this.”

“Yeah, no.” Y/N said, they got out of the dressing room and put the dress back.

“I suggest getting bigger sizes, try being more inclusive.” Charles said befriended leaving the store with Y/N. “I think you deserve some ice cream, don’t you?”

“I would love some.” Y/N said and Charles had his arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple before heading to an ice cream shop in the mall.

The End

Hope y’all liked it, this was a very personal one shot for me, this was based off true experiences, I really do struggle with this, I cried while writing.

This is me, sorry for the jump scare

[caffieneaddictt18]

Mate

werewolf x reader who works at Walmart - just meeting. Kind of random but i get bored at work sooo....

"Yo, yo, yo, what's poppin?" I ask as I approach a couple with a baby, probably in their late 20s. My hand is already blindly grabbing for my name badge.

"Hi!" The woman says smiling, "The machine just stopped and said something about a scale. I'm just trying to weigh my zucchini."

The man next to her nods as he plays with the baby, as to back her up. I don't necessarily care.

My shins are starting to hurt... I thought the new ortho shoes would help...

My hands go through the practiced motion of taking whatever was on the scale off, pressing the button for zucchini, and then weighing it. Aka, the only way to weigh your produce that doesn't throw the machine into a hissy-fit.

"Easy-peasy," I slap on my customer service voice like the passed on Queen of England decided to step into Wal-Mart, "Just make sure to press the button beforehand, and then weigh the produce. And it's so funky." I try to make it relatable for the woman, "Some produce needs to be weighed and others need to be counted. It gets confusing." I smile and see her smiling in relief, thankful that someone understands her.

Someone does but it aint me. This is my whole ass job.

I smile and say the unforgettable 'Have a great day!' before leaving and having to walk around the self-check.

New big boss gonna fire me if I stop walking... fucking bullshit. I see a toy that was placed on a chip shelf and mess with it as I go to put it away.

"Hey! Hey! Girl!" Someone snaps their fingers at me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, smiling a smile that would put Alastor to shame.

"Hello! What seems to be the problem today?" My customer service voice is getting strained as I see it's just an old man wanting to buy alcohol.

"The machine will need you to check my age when I buy this alcohol." He gestures to the cart that has it's undercarriage filled with Modelo.

I look at his order on his screen and scroll through it. "Well, sir, it looks like you haven't scanned it yet, so I can't give you the go ahead; But once you do, I can definitely give you the go ahead to buy it." I throw it back in his face, trying to make him feel as stupid as possible. He scoffs and takes the hand scanner off the terminal and it starts beeping loudly at him.

"Stop yelling at me!" He shouts, frustrated that it won't stop beeping and won't scan his beer.

"Well, sir, it is a machine, so it can't yell at you. It doesn't have a mouth. It's just beeping because the batteries are going out, but you can definitely wait until the hand scanner flashes green, and then it should work." I patiently wait for him to put it back on the terminal. And once it flashes green, he scans the beer.

The first notification, asking if the customer looks younger than 40, pops up. I look back at the man and size him up and down before pressing 'No'.

"Have a great day, sir!" I bounce away and continue walking around. I see a group of men who are all standing around quietly, just simply waiting. Their light is flashing red and they are being silent. It's definitely a nice change.

I walk over. "Hey there. Sorry to bother you, but I gotta fix this. Sorry." I look at the screen... and it's a mis-scan. My boss is gonna hate me...

"Sorry about the wait, guys! It's been a busy day." I think back to when someone dropped a whole gallon of whole milk and it leaked into the aisle next to it. We had to use two whole things of spill clean-up... my anxiety has been high ever since. Could also just be the 5 Hour Energy and Redbull I chugged, but meh.

"No problem. I could tell." The obvious leader of their band of friends talks, as if talking for the whole group. One of the guys has a faint blush on his face and the others are laughing, talking about their plans.

I watch the little video the camera produced and determine that it was just an old bag crossing over the scanner without being scanned... cuz it is an old bag.

"Oops. Looks like it's just the bag. The machine must've just gotten confused. Sorry about that." I smile and wave before giving them the go-ahead to keep scanning.

"No worries. Thank you."

"Anytime."

I think back to the one guy who was blushing and leaning on the cart's handle. He's kinda cute... and hot. What the fuck.

Meh whatever. Just focus on work- I did it, I did, I jumped-

"Hey! Girl! I need you to ring up my groceries for me!" I silently sigh and walk over.

"Of course, sir!"

Another day in the life of a person at Wal-Mart.

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Author's Cup of Tea:

Im ngl, i thought about this while I was changing prices in the cigarette cases. It took 4 hours to do all of the price changes😭

[alejandro-caracuel-fans]

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𝐏Á𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐄𝐋

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●𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐦á𝐬 𝐩𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨

(𝙼𝚒 𝚓𝚎𝚏𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚝í𝚘 𝚖á𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚙𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎)

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𝗬𝗢 𝗡𝗢 𝗦𝗢𝗬 𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗢

( Él es un dios)

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𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐄𝐋

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@𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨.𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐥.𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬

@𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐥

(Aquí El Jefe)

ACTOR Y MODELO INTERNACIONAL

🎓 fisioterapeuta y brutalmente perfecto

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#mijefeeselmasguapodelmundo l #boss #model #mybossisagod #internationalmodel

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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐞:

- Nacido: 28/04/94

- Altura: 1'89

- Pecho: 98

- Cintura: 78

- Cadera: 96

- Pie: 44

- Pelo: Castaño

- Ojos: verdes, ( los más bonitos del mundo)

- Traje: 98

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𝘽𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣:

- Born: (28/04/94)

- Height: 6'2'/2"

- Chest: 97/38"

- Waist: 78, 5/31

- Hips: 96

- Foot: 44/9,5

- Hair: darkblond

- Eyes: Green ( the most beautiful in the world)

- Suit: 98

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𝘽𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨:

- Instagram: alejandrocaracuel

- Facebook: Alejandro Caracuel

- Tiktok: @alejandro.caracuel

- Twitter: @ale_caracuel

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Tienes todos los enlaces y la información del Jefe en el link de la biografía de su página de fans:

@alejandro.caracuel.fans

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Alejandro no es responsable de los comentarios, opiniones etc.. de esta pagina, qué sí que está supeditada a Alejandro y que se retractará, actuará o disculpará si Alejandro así lo considera.

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Esta página siempre respetará, acatará y obedecerá las decisiones, ordenes y directrices de Alejandro.

[pikminapplebloom]

If Video game characters had tumblr

🍊 Citrussy-but-not cis Follow

What’s the deal with pleather? I have a clock that uses ten oranges.

🐌 DistinguishedSpiral Follow

Well, I can’t exactly eat escargot, but I did have discarded snail shell jewelry as a teen

🐧 penguin-kingofthering Follow

hold up. Ya’ll wore that stuff as one-o’-dem emo kids? Didn’t think you’d do that.

🐌 DistinguishedSpiral Follow ugh, the nerve! I was a goth. I wore snail shells to honor the dead, and my mom let me because I discovered gothic literature as well! Like Dracula, Mary Shelly's Frankenstein! or the Cask of Amontillado!

⚾️ Boston-Frickin-Blur Follow

Is that about a frickin’ zombie? Amontillado is gonna get casked twice if he meets me, I bet!

👩🏼‍🎤xX-1buki-Xx Follow

Nah, it’s about a guy who wanted to get wasted in some dude’s basement, and he got hella locked up

⚾️ Boston-Frickin-Blur Follow

Yeah but I’m built different, I don’t even drink booze, Bonk is frickin’ life!

🔥 Fractal-Abs-dude Follow

Yo! I love that stuff! I have a minifridge just for Energy drinks, Boston bro!

⚾️ Boston-Frickin-Blur Follow

Yeah sounds pretty sweet but I thought you traded the minifridge for one of them houseplants!!?!

🔥 Fractal-Abs-dude Follow

Back from checking out a hefty book on weightlifting, dribbit! Time out! Is that my clone over there?

🔮 LegendaryWitchofStealth Follow

I feel like casting something!

*whispers* Projectile farore's wind

🌂 Laccountdeburner Follow

Mon Dieu! I am no longer a Grenouille!

🌂 Laccountdeburner Follow

Why are my legs shattered

#you just fell like 50 feet #<- Prev #he also smells like 50 feet #worse than ever

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🥭 Voltaliciousblogger Follow

Pro tip: brushing your veggies with olive oil and putting them on the grill does not change the nutritional value, but it adds a nice flavor!

🥭 Voltaliciousblogger Follow

Also works best with Green Bell peppers, Cauliflower, Broccoli, Beets, and of course, corn.

🥘 Wildchef-ofHyrule Follow

Instructions unclear, sticking a hairbrush to the olive oil bottle with fuse did not work.

🥭 Voltaliciousblogger Follow Super Crud 64. I should have specified a bbq mop brush. Why did you add chicken?

🥘 Wildchef-ofHyrule Follow

It was on sale

#I appreciate Bargains ok

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⚔️ ElBorb-De-Suñoterra Follow

Taught my child cómo reparar elles vestidos.

🎹 Minty_strategy Follow

¡genial! Qué modelo de Machina de coser did you use? I like the Stitchatron 3000 because it has a screen y trés hyperbobinas!

⚔️ ElBorb-De-Suñoterra Follow No. I want Mi Prodijo de Rosito zurcirle por nubé! Not every planet has electricity, reina de entusiásticas de la computadoras!

🎹 Minty_strategy Follow

Oh, I’m more than just a computer geek, I literally can program the best musica de baile de electrónica, y escribir la canción. Y estoy lesbiana!

⚔️ ElBorb-De-Suñoterra Follow My apologies, Señorita lesbiana. I underestimated your abilities. 🎳 Bowling-Ball-IsLife Follow

Only understood half that convo yet I’m thrilled to see mlm and wlw solidarity on my dash today!!!!

#yeah! #I wish I was better at Spanish

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Entomologists around here!!! Can spiders eat carrots?

🪲 Farores-bravest-Entymologist Follow

Eh, wot? They’re carnivores. I guess if you can’t ride Epona these days, I reckon an eight eyed mount would be helpful. Wait you’re not the ‘iero O’Toime, sorry.

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It’s fine. They probably don’t spontaneously combust in the daytime either

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I spontaneously combusted in your mom last night

#wtfwasthatfor #Skeletons don’t work like that

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Tryed the marshmallow edibles Harv gave me.

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Hear me out:

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That’s the dang Fool (platonic and respectful) that could’ve shot that beefy turtle to avenge his fiancée!

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Ok I was a theatre kid before I became a rich makeup artist. We had to start somewhere.

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You’re telling me that isn’t a Pokémon?

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I’m sober now please stop reblogging this

#cw drugs #wait the penguin king was engaged to baron brr #why didn’t he tell Mario

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[likemsberry]

Back in Black (or Back to college)

"Muy bien, haremos esto una última vez" dije en mi cabeza cuando me hicieron la pregunta típica de ¿Cuál es su nombre? ¿De qué universidad vienen? ¿En qué trabajan?. Volver a la universidad no me resultó fácil. Es decir, si, era cuestión de matricularme, pagar y entrar. Me refiero a que TOMAR la decisión de hacerlo fue lo más difícil. Verán, yo siempre quiero andar saltando por todas partes y la sensación de sentirme atrapada es algo que no me agrada. Desde hace unos años le huía a eso, pensando que si me dedicaba a esto iba a perder tiempo o dinero e iba a tener consecuencias desagradables, pero de lo que no me daba cuenta era que al huirle a todo eso, estaba llegando a ese mismo sitio, como en una cinta de moebius. O COMO SE LLAME. Pero mucha habladuría... Volver fue la sensación más gratificante en muchísimos años. Y entrar a un salón de clase de nuevo, fue mucho más interesante y satisfactorio que la primera vez. Si, estaba muerta de miedo, como en cada instante de mi existencia, pero esta vez era un miedo agradable. Aunque para efectos dramáticos en mi cabeza, tomar el bus, buscar el salón y entrar se sintió así:

Me prometí usar esta escena para describir este día desde que tenía como 23. Lo más interesante de todo es que encontré a otras 24 personas con inseguridades casi que del mismo calibre que las mías. Y personas que tienen trabajos mucho más pesados que el mío. No es que mi trabajo sea malo, AMO mi trabajo, después de todo es el que está pagando todo esto. Pero es curioso que haya mas gente...insegura y aterrada de lo que puede hacer. No se sintieron esas cuatro horas. Hubo momentos de ansiedad, pero lo normal para un primer día de clases. Hubo momentos en los que quise tumbar a alguien y ponerlo en su lugar, pero no quería ser una cabrona. (Bueno, demostrarlo) Hubo un momento que alguien predijo con mucho estilo, pero no esperé que saliera así tal cual. También hay compañeros interesantes. Personas muy inteligentes que pueden ser un modelo. (Aunque ya no estamos en la época de seguir a un modelo). Saber que vienen retos honestamente me hace sonreír, en especial cuando no me siento tan, tan, perdida, sino más bien, y en palabras de alguien "Un as bajo la manga".

Foto de archivo al momento de escuchar terminos como "creencias irracionales" o "Distorsiones cognitivas":

Todo requiere un compromiso y una responsabilidad. Si saco menos de 70% estaré muerta y normalmente no toleraba un 3.9 sin hacer un jodido escándalo en mi cabeza. Hay que hacer una tesis y hay que hacer un MALDITO JUEGO DE ROLES. JUEGO. DE. ROLES. CINCO PUTOS AÑOS HUYENDOLE A LOS JUEGOS DE ROLES, PARA VENIR A ENCONTRARMELOS DE FRENTE, MALDITASEA. Cuando dijeron, vamos a hacer juegos de roles, y lo escuché junto a la palabra Cámara de Gesell... Todas las neuronas de mi cabeza inmediatamente tuvieron esa reacción de Katniss, Peeta y Haymitch cuando saben que deben presentarse para el Vasallaje. Así mismito.

La ira de la semana aún no ha menguado. Viene por horas. Viene por momentos. Viene por picos. Pero estar allá ayudó a tranquilizar un poco las cosas. Quiero gozarme esto. Porque las primeras horas, aun aquellas que fueron virtuales, fueron espectaculares. Sé que cuando uno está allá arriba (emocionalmente) estas cosas que me hacen enojar parecen insignificantes. Y creo que ayuda mucho saber que siento que estoy avanzando (más), que tengo otro propósito y otras cosas en que pensar. Esa fue otra razón más para hacer esto. Hoy es otro día. Y hoy ojalá lleguen más cosas agradables.

[ligiaonwlz]

Hello everyone, I've been hesitating on posting this, but I don't know what else to do.

As many of you may or may not know my dad retired at the end of 2022 and moved back to Guatemala. He recently came to visit in April, and wanted to pick up a car he had left here and take it back to Guatemala. Before going back he drove to SoCal to hang out with a friend and take care of some business, then he would start his journey. On Friday June 9th he started his journey back and messaged me telling me he was leaving and that he would message me on his way as well as when he got to guatemala. It is about 50 hours from here to guatemala, so it should have only really taken him a week give or take since he only drives during the day. It's been a month now and we haven't heard from him. No one has heard anything. My brother Robert and I have contacted family members, friends, and have made missing person reports with the police departments and the consulates. We've had no luck.

We are very worried, the longer he is missing the more probable it gets to experience a very sad reality. We don't know what else to do, I am posting this to see if anyone has heard anything that knows us or if anyone has any ideas from either their lived experience, the experience of others, or just in general. We are super super worried.

My dad's name is Roberto Leonel Zúñiga is 65 years old, he's a diabetic, and has some other medical stuff going on, he relies on his medication and other things to maintain his health. He has a weak knee that prevents him from walking a lot. He is fairly short 5'4 and weighs a little over 200 lbs. He has short salt and pepper hair, a salt and pepper mustache, light skin, might be wearing a gray hoodie or an orange and black San Francisco Giants windbreaker jacket. He was driving a green Ford station wagon-like older model, it was probably made in the 90s. (This is the same description as the images below as they are the most recent pictures) my dad speaks English and Spanish well as he is also a dual citizen.

If anyone comes across any information please message me ASAP. Thank you!

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Hola a todos, he estado dudando en publicar esto, pero no sé qué más hacer.

Como muchos de ustedes saben o no, mi papá se jubiló a fines de 2022 y regresó a Guatemala. Recientemente vino de visita en abril y quería recoger un carro que había dejado aquí y llevarlo de regreso a Guatemala. Antes de regresar, se fue al sur de California para pasar tiempo con un amigo y hacer unos mandados, y luego comenzaría su viaje. El viernes 9 de junio comenzó su viaje de regreso y me envió un mensaje diciéndome que se iba y que me enviaría un mensaje en el camino y cuando llegara a Guatemala. Son unas 50 horas desde aquí hasta Guatemala, por lo que solo debería haberle tomado una semana más o menos, ya que solo viaja durante el día. Ha pasado un mes y no hemos sabido nada de él. Nadie ha oído nada. Mi hermano Robert y yo nos hemos puesto en contacto con familiares, amigos y hemos hecho informes de personas desaparecidas con los departamentos de policía y los consulados. No hemos tenido suerte.

Estamos muy preocupados, cuanto más tiempo esté desaparecido más probable es que realizemos una realidad muy triste. No sabemos qué más hacer, estoy publicando esto para ver si alguien ha escuchado algo que nos conozca o si alguien tiene alguna idea de su experiencia vivida, la experiencia de otros o simplemente en general. Estamos súper súper preocupados.

Mi papá se llama Roberto Leonel Zúñiga, tiene 65 años, es diabético y tiene otras cosas médicas, depende de su medicación y otras cosas para mantener su salud. Tiene una rodilla débil que le impide caminar mucho. Él es bastante bajito 5'4 y pesa un poco más de 200 libras. Tiene cabello corto canoso, bigote canoso, piel clara, podría estar usando una sudadera con gorro de color gris o una chaqueta cortavientos anaranjada y negra de los Giants de San Francisco. Lleva un carro modelo antiguo Ford, verde, tipo camioneta, probablemente fabricado en los años 90. (Esta es la misma descripción que las imágenes a continuación, ya que son las imágenes más recientes) mi papá habla bien inglés y español y también tiene doble ciudadanía.

Si alguien encuentra alguna información, por favor envíeme un mensaje lo antes posible. ¡Gracias!

[ivanreycristo]

X cierto..Hablando de dar x el CULO..la recuerdo a VIRGINIA MAESTRO..q este DOMINGO se presenta en el FESTIVAL RIO BABEL [=temazo del malogrado CERATI q apesar de ser para mí el mejor cantante de Rock LATINO.. se le acabó TODO lo bueno con 50 años para pasar 4 años de CALVARIO junto a SU FAMILIA como es su hijo BENITO al q le dio un ATAQUE EPILEPTICO en el barrio de PALERMO como los q sufre VIRGINIA MAESTRO..cuando publico cd UNISEX]..su ex_guitarrista NACHO MUR con LA M.O.D.A. [Maravillosa Orquesta Del Alcohol=PUTO PAIS DE BORRACHOS Y PAJEROS O PUTEROS Y FUMATAS] así como su amigo NACHO TABUADA [novio de SARA CARBONERO q cuando tuvo tumores se separo de la ex_mujer de IKER CASILLAS infartado día del TRABAJADOR 2019 tras regalar su camiseta con la q ganó MUNDIAL 2010 a mi compañero de UNIVERSIDAD Y PUTA MILI Oscar DE LAS HERAS LICERAS según publico diario AS con titular TIERRA SANTA] con COLECTIVO PANAMERA [carretera PANAMERICANA en el q basan un modelo de PORSCHE] con el q VIRGINIA MAESTRO canto EL RELOJ [canción de un mexicano] en EL BUHO REAL en 2022 y cuya versión acaba de lanzar dentro de unas versiones q grabó en 2017 q fue la última vez q vino el cabeza de Cartel JAMIROQUAI [q debuto con cd EMERGENCIA EN EL PLANETA TIERRA en el q participó GLENN NIGHTINGALE como en cd BONITO de JARABE DE PALO]..presentando su cd AUTOMATON [cuyo video es post_apocaliptico y donde en el video CLOUD 9 sale Mónica CRUZ q tuvo q recurrir a la INSEMINACION ARTIFICIAL..xq hay q estar MUY LOCO o MUY RICO para tener un HIJO con una MUJER DE LA FALSA MORAL O DEL DINERO q es la q se estila de forma INSOPORTABLE..video rodado en ALMERIA como su famoso video conduciendo deportivos de lujo " COSMIC GIRL"]..en concreto 25_11_17 q yo vi en sala SIROCO a ARA_MUSA presentando su cd DIEZ q como el anterior cd ARCHE [=1er elemento de la creación.. q cuando lo presento en 2015 hizo una entrevista en la radio o programa PLANETA TENTACIONES tras VIRGINIA MAESTRO q había tocado el día anterior o de mi año 44=28_11_15 en sala EL SOL yendo yo a sala BUT a un homenaje a QUEEN x MOMO CORTES q grabó con Brian May una versión en español de TOO MUCH LOVE WILL KILL YOU del cd BACK TO THE LIGHT y q también incluyo en cd postumo MADE IN HEAVEN de QUEEN]..me regalaron sus amigas tras fotografiarme con ella casi a oscuras para luego irme junto a ellas al FULANITAS donde toco VIRGINIA MAESTRO tras sala EL SOL ese 2015

X cierto..antes q JAMIROQUAI toca BOMBA STEREO y el día antes toca en RIO BABEL el dominicano JUAN LUIS "GUERRA" y recuerdo q cuando vi en ese recinto de la CAJA MAGICA donde hacían el DOWNLOAD FESTIVAL 2018 a MARILYN [monroe][charles] MANSON [mayor Éxito cd ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR] presentar HEAVEN UPSIDE DOWN [CIELO DEL REVES] había un pestazo del río MANZANA+eRES porque fallo la depuradora adjunta conocida como LA CHINA

[jissellrivera]

Hola.🌺

Mi nombre es Angie Jissell Rivera, Soy de Roatán Honduras.

Tengo 22 años, soy talla S, mido 1.73. Tengo una Licenciatura en Informática. Soy pasante universitaria de la facultad Negocios Internacionales, en la Universidad Tecnológica de Honduras. Telf: +504 33312523

💌 angiemedrano61@gmail.com

Concursé en Miss World 2019 y en Miss Earth 2021, en el cual gané a nivel nacional y representa a Honduras a nivel internacional.

• Soy portada de la revista Internemodelo , Es una revista de moda, la cual su principal objetivo es destacar diseñadores de moda y modelos a nivel internacional.

• Participe en un Fashion show en Costa Rica 🇨🇷 Festival Costarricense De La Moda 2023.

Evento de moda en Costa Rica que apoya e impulsa la Industria Textil y de la Confección, el diseño nacional y emprendimientos afines, donde además de los diseñadores y marcas nacionales, participan diseñadores de Estados Unidos 🇺🇸 México 🇲🇽 Panamá 🇵🇦 y Nicaragua 🇳🇮

• He trabajado en campañas de publicidad para tiendas reconocidas.

Carrión

El Compadre.

• Mangy’s Store.

[onthecoverofamagazine]

Black Is Back | Vogue Italia julio 1992

Meghan Douglas, Kristen McMenamy, Nadja Auermann y Benedicte Loyen ~ Foto: Steven Meisel

[jakecockley]

ximenaaaa, I hope your day has been going good!! can I request ur thots/headcanons for the moonboys dating a model?? thank you if you accept 💚

why ofc zia !! i will graciously accept doing hcs of this !

✧ pairing: the moon system x gn!reader

✧ genre: fluff/suggestive

✧ warnings: none, really

✧ author's note: didn't rly expect to go out on this at 9 in the morning. at first, it was short bulletin points, then this 🤷🏽‍♀️ if you want to request something, don’t be afraid to send an ask !!! 🫶🏽

tagging @marc-spectorr and @slenderclaw !!

STEVEN: oh he'd absolutely be enamored with you. he'd often think to himself just how lucky he is to be your boyfriend, as you get ready for practice. he ponders how you have such an air of confidence, how you keep it up, but then again, you're beautiful. it truly is no wonder. he loves going to your photoshoots and gigs, whenever he can. he feels a little out of place whenever he goes to them, with all the fancy people, but with time, he doesn't mind anymore. he takes pictures of you all the time and when at home, does little sketches of you here and there in his sketchbook. he thinks you're a marvel, and when you come home and cuddle in bed with him, he can't help but run his hand along your body, to feel your skin, to feel every curve and dip. he asks you of your day and listens to what you tell him. if you had a rough day, he's there to comfort you the best he can. sometimes he'll show you the photos he took of you on his phone and remind you of how beautiful you are, whenever you're feeling down.

MARC: he really loves how you look during photoshoots, mostly because of the way your expression changes between shots. he thinks you're sexy as hell, especially when you make eye contact with him during takes. he admires you greatly, the way you carry yourself and all. at times, he'll find himself staring at you, either alone or in public. he still gets a little flustered whenever you catch him though, even if it's months into dating. he also likes to show you off a bit, while he doesn't have a huge sense of pride and likes keeping his life private. he's definitely told duchamp of you and the french man wonders how a serious man like marc managed to sweep you off your feet. marc thinks the same. he loves taking you flowers every time he goes to one of your gigs and always makes sure he's dressed nicely for you. similar to his british alter, he loves mapping out your body. has a thing for leaving hickeys on you, but always asks you if it's alright due to any photoshoots in the future.

JAKE: ooh, this man is head over heels for you. he definitely wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you whenever you're close. he's also the type of man to show you off a lot, likes letting others know that you're taken and that he's dating that one beautiful model that you see all over new york. he enjoys picking you up after practice or even after the photoshoots/gigs that he wasn't able to go to due to work. the man will take you out to eat at a fancy restaurant and he'll 100% have his way with you in the back of the limo afterward if he's impatient enough and you're alright with it. when he is able to attend one of your gigs, he thanks the gods, because as soon as he sees you walking down the runway, he swears you're the most beautiful human being he's ever seen. the way you move has jake in a trance. now, as a model, you know your way with fashion. jake doesn't mind when you dress him up for dates and outings, he's up for anything. sometimes, you do your own little photo session, except this time you take photos with jake. he always feels his face warm up when you tell him he could be a model himself. oh, how he'd take the moon and stars for you if he could, that's just how bad he's got it for you. he loves the effect you have on him. you always love seeing either his cab or limo parked in front of your modeling agency, with him leaning against the door, smoking a cig. "ahí está mi modelo."

✧ translation: "there's my model"

my moon knight masterlist

[heckyeahponyscans]

Was googling around for info on the Kellogg’s baby Christmas pony promotion (Baby Stockings) and I found this incredible video!!  And the info that comes with it is even more incredible!

Google Translate version:

KELLOGG'S PROMO 1990 MY LITTLE PONY AND G.I. JOE

The other day tinkering with my Beta movies I found this treasure that I recorded as a child, it lasts very little because it is only the final fragment of the ad (the part that interested me) where Kellogg's promoted the gift of a pony or a G.I. Joe to choose from. From the back of the box, you chose the toy and they sent you one (although the toy you chose never coincided with the one in the photo since they sent you whatever belonged to that same set). I was able to get 3 ponies, I chose Galaxy and they sent me Fizzy, then Forget-Me-Not and they sent me Peach Blossom, finally I chose Baby Tiddly Winks and they sent me Baby Lemon Drop. A detail of the promo of My Little Pony is that all of them were made in Spain. Nowadays they are a treasure and some of them are worth fortunes. 

Spanish ponies were given from the following collections: Party ponies (translator’s note: Twice As Fancy), Adventurers (translator’s note: Big Brother ponies), Cuddly Baby ponies (translator’s note: set comprised of Baby Moondancer, Baby Tiddly Winks, Baby Lemon Drop, and Baby Bow Tie), Flutter ponies, and Twinkle Eye ponies. I have no idea about G.I. Joe or how it worked since I only dedicated myself to the ponies :)

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KELLOGG'S PROMO 1990 MI PEQUEÑO PONY (LITTLE PONY) Y GIJOE El otro dia trasteando con mis pelis beta encontre este tesoro que grabe de pequeña, dura muy poco porque solo es el fragmento final del anuncio (la aprte que me interesaba) donde kellog's promocionaba el regalo de un pony o un gijoe a escoger de la parte de atras de la caja, escogias el modelo y ellos te enviaban uno (aunque nunca coincidia el juguete que elegias con el de la foto ya que te enviaban el que fuera que perteneciera a esa misma colección, yo precisamente pude coger 3 ponys, escogi a galaxia y me enviaron a espumita, luego a no me olvides y me enviaron a melocoton,  por ultimo escogi a baby chiquitin y me enviaron a bebe comilon. Un detalle de la promo de mi pequeño pony esque todos ellos eran de los fabricados en españa y hoy en dia son un tesoro y algunos de ellos valen fortunas. Se regalaron ponys españoles de las siguientes colecciones: fiesta, aventureros, bebe caricias,alitas y ojos centelleos. De gijoe no tengo ni idea como funcionaba la cosa ya que solo me dedique a los ponys :)

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[abybweisse]

Halloween Haul….

Wore my full costume to Kinokuniya when I went to buy a Kazuo Umezz book, and some random customer asked to take pics. She took several, from different angles. I’m probably on her social media now. 🤔 Well, no need to worry about identification. 😆

Nearer to sunset, I went out to reverse trick or treat… and as I handed out bags of mixed chocolates and party favors… I ended up with a Modelo and White Claw, $4 cash, a cupcake, and other candy.

At the start, one neighbor (Daniel) tells me a Modelo or White Claw has my name on it. I went up to his (and Julie’s) door, and I ended up with one of each. He took some pics.

Other neighbors (Janis and Bret) gave me candies, took pics, and later texted for me to come back for a cupcake. Janis sent these pics to me.

I took the booze back to my place (it was in the way of the candy) and went back out to resume my task.

Later, these random drunk Mexican dudes waved me over to their truck, where they were just hanging out in the parking lot with mariachi music on their truck radio. They kept taking my hat to wear in pics posed with me. And danced (bumped their hips against mine). Lots of arms around my shoulders and general drunkenness. I just wanted to give the boy with them a bag of treats, and I finally did, but by then they had tossed four $1 bills into my cauldron.

I don’t know much Spanish (a shame, really), so I was confused when I heard one say “hombre”. I pointed to myself and said “mujer”. Because I thought they didn’t know who was in the costume. Now I think they were either asking if I had a man… or where my man was…. 🤦🏻‍♀️ 😬 Anyway, I tried to leave that awkward situation as soon as I could. 😅

Then I went back to the neighbor with the cupcakes. No pics. Ate it. 😋

Yet another neighbor (a different Daniel) was looking for a mis-delivered FedEx package, and I grabbed a candy from a basket on someone’s porch… while I was trying to find the delivery. (That’s how they were doing their candy giveaways.) I hope he found it, because I didn’t. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I did finally give away the 16 bags of treats I had, and my costume went over very well… but wow I got my own haul! 🤣

[yourhabit28]

“A copy of a copy of a copy” Analisis.

Este análisis no es mío, es una traducción del post x @32e

“It’s an old curse, dreamers diving head first” / "Es una vieja maldición, los soñadores se buceando de cabeza"

Alguien dijo que el solo de guitarra les recordaba a Sign Of The Times. Las "balas" en SoTT a menudo se interpretan como un objetivo imaginario para las personas LGBTQ. ¿Por qué siempre estamos jodidamente atascados, tratando de escapar, escapar del próximo ataque que nos disparen? Los castigos, las acrobacias, el babygate, los celos, son cosas personales para ellos, como una bala en la oscuridad, como una maldición.

La historia se repite. No podemos decir de memoria quiénes sobrevivieron al Holocausto, ni podemos decir que “los gays no serán encerrados en 2020”. La historia se repite. En todo su esplendor, la historia no se preocupa por los olvidados, por la iglesia de los romances quemados. "Hay muchos nombres en la historia, pero ninguno es nuestro". No, un chico de 15 años sentado en su habitación escribiendo canciones está pensando en las consecuencias de la fama. Quieren sumergirse en la industria, quieren expresar su arte, Louis conoce ese sentimiento demasiado bien.

“Broken beaks and dead birds”/"Picos rotos y pájaros muertos"

“Cant get through the glass”/"No puedo atravesar el cristal"

Esto me recuerda a Just Like you. Cada lágrima deja una mancha, ¿no puedo ser el mismo? Louis suplicando, déjame decidir mi desamor. 'Déjalos ser libres, deja que cada joven músico sea él mismo, por favor no decidas su sufrimiento como tú lo hiciste conmigo'.

¡Aves! Pájaros muertos, específicamente. Los pájaros representan la libertad, pero ¿un pájaro muerto? ¿Un pájaro no volador? (Kiwi) ¿Atrapados como pájaros en una jaula? ¿Armario de hierro? “No puedes sobornar a la puerta en tu camino hacia el cielo”(SOTT). Si pudiera volar/If i could fly. “Si pudieras desear algo en el mundo, ¿ese dinero no se puede comprar? Harry deseaba libertad.

Además, vidrio/glass = armario. Cada salida, todo el mundo lo sabe. Especialmente al principio, era tan obvio.

“There’s no use crying over spilled blood”/”No sirve de nada llorar por la sangre derramada”

“Caring only kills love”/"Cuidar solo mata al amor"

“A kiss won’t bring it back”/"Un beso no lo devolverá"

“I know that the first blow hits you cold”/"Sé que el primer golpe te da frío"

Le está explicando al oyente cómo la alienación se trata del entorno de la fama que destruye la intimidad. Sabe lo malo que es el deseo de estar parado en ese escenario, pero lucha por equilibrar eso con el deseo de ser su verdadero yo. Tus preocupaciones como artista se queman y se entierran rápidamente. No sirve de nada llorar durante esos años y esas oportunidades perdidas, porque preocuparse es una pérdida de tiempo, así que aproveche al máximo su situación. Esto me recuerda a Harry de 19 años escribiendo "parece que estos días te veo desde lejos" y "estamos empezando a perder quiénes somos". Es Harry viendo al amor de su vida: el ruidoso, extravagante y tonto louis se convierte en un robot en el escenario y louis le responde diciendo que sé lo que todos vieron, lo siento por cualquier niño que esté pasando por esto ahora mismo.

“Young man, hush your cry”/"Joven, calla tu llanto"

“And dry your tears away”/"Y seca tus lágrimas"

“Nothing is original, there’s nothing left to say”/"Nada es original, no queda nada que decir"

“You won’t be the first or last to bleed”/"No serás el primero ni el último en sangrar"

El closeting mata. Cuando no se permite que el amor exista fuera del dormitorio, el amor muere. Estos son los momentos en que Louis se estremeció cuando Simon lo toca, incluso después de diez años. El MV de Walls "ponte tu jodida máscara" y "buen chico". Louis y Harry tuvieron mucha suerte de tener amigos y familiares que los apoyaron y que les permitieron tener una vida privada separada, pero para muchas personas eso no es posible "no queda nada que decir" esto es literalmente Home 2.0." Tantas noches que lo pensé, me dije a mí mismo que me gustaba un poco ... "No importa cuánto pienses en lo correcto para decir, las palabras correctas para torcer, a veces solo tienes para dejar que el tiempo se tome su tiempo.

“Every broken heart as far as your eye can see”/"Cada corazón roto hasta donde alcanza la vista"

“It’s a copy of a copy of a copy”/”Es una copia de una copia de una copia”

Estas son las mentiras, el lavado de cerebro, el entrenamiento de los medios, el gaslighting y la manipulación que sabemos que les dijeron una y otra vez. Siento que la primera línea podría ser sarcástica, ¿quizás? Si mal no recuerdo, Louis se veía más feliz en años cuando se anunció el primer artículo de Breakup, aunque la narrativa decía lo contrario. "Hasta donde alcanza la vista" me recuerda "Llega un día en que el ciego toma tu mano y te dice, ¿no puedes ver?"

“I can hear you, howling ‘til your lungs hurt”/"Puedo oírte aullar hasta que te duelen los pulmones"

“So let this be your comfort”/"Así que deja que este sea tu consuelo"

“You’re not the only one”/”No eres el único”

Creo que está diciendo 'hay una receta para lo que me hicieron' y se repetirá, te guste o no. Lo sabemos, todo el mundo en esta industria lo sabe. Ya sea que seas actor, modelo o artista. Serás castigado por cada revuelta, serás derribado y tu corazón se romperá, pero tienes que ver la luz al final del túnel.

Estar en el armario es psicológicamente dañino. Louis tenía 18 años cuando le dijeron que si el mundo supiera quién eres realmente, no pensarían que eres lo suficientemente bueno. Si alguien a quien admirara, que me tuviera bajo contrato y supiera que la gente con la que trabajaba dependía de mí, lo habría creído. "Aullar" es un uso de la palabra muy poderoso, no me sorprendería si él estuviera cantando para su yo más joven. Sr. Camp. La única palabra que Louis eligió para describirse a sí mismo es extravagante. Le dijo al "hombre hablador" que podía "superarlo" y lo saludó con un "hola maravilloso". Ha estado de fiesta en los barrios gay de las ciudades con su barba. Él está y siempre ha estado aullando.

“In a strange way, we’re all in this together”/"De una manera extraña, estamos todos juntos en esto"

“Been this way forever, you’re not the only one”/”Ha sido esto para siempre, no eres el unico”

Referencias de "Just like you". Sé lo que estás sintiendo, porque yo también lo siento. Creo que este es él dándonos las gracias por apoyarlo, a través de tweets de mierda, focalización y narrativas desagradables, al final del día, él sabe que lo sabemos. Está describiendo el proceso psicológico de aprender a navegar entre la vida encerrado y la vida privada. Además, haber sido así para siempre es 'tú y yo somos todo lo que he conocido' .

Esta interpretación no es mía pero me gusto demasiado, el mensaje de la canción es muy fuerte y hace una gran referencia a lo que Louis tiene y tuvo que pasar que es el closeting.

*la interpretación es algo personal y cada une puede analizarlo de distinta forma* si tienes otro análisis yo feliz en saberlo

[wherethehellisderrymaine]

April Wrap Up

Books:

el hombre que fue jueves The Very Secret Sex Lives of Medieval Women  Ikigai  A Curious History of Sex  Notes on a Nervous Planet  Come as You Are: The Surprising New Science that Will Transform Your Sex Life  The Mastery of Love: A Practical Guide to the Art of Relationship --Toltec Wisdom Book

Songs: la final - bandalos chinos hablando de love - tiago dale - pole y hens rapido y lento - emilia y tiago as it was - harry styles take my hand - 5sos when you’re gone - shawn mendes quiet - camila cabello

Events:

new courses online at cem

31: sleepover at lucho’s -- vino and shingeki -- sx

01: camping with lucho to La Brava - I love him - he said “te amo” -- sx -- veggie barbeque and smores

03: plan to go back to good habits and feel good in my own body

06: got my cellphone stolen -- i feel dumb and angry

08: coffee with Tomi -- visit lucho -- PERIOD -- BOUGHT TICKETS FOR QUILMES ROCK WITH LUCHO

09: PERIOD - soso clean eating - carrera F1

10: PERIOD - clean eating - carreraF1

11: PERIOD - clean eating - tired

12: lucho said I LOVE YOU -- tired -- lots of peanut butter and bread

13: great class at cem -- easter break -- lucho modelo, visit, sleepover at luch BEST SX EVER diozzz -- smoked -- regalo para lucho: huevo de pascua y cortina

14: bloated -- anxious for staying at lucho’s alone, i cannot feel like i’m an intruder even if he welcomes and invites me to stay - 2 MONTHS WITH LUCHO

15: cortar pasto meida hora, rastrillar, etc - clean lunch and FRIENDS DINNER, tacos, brownies, wine, snacks -- best oral SX ever while the girls where upstairs

16: no exercise -- BEST SX EVER, even better than the other day omg -- pasta, pastiera, rosca, banana, oranges -- le dije a lucho que lo amo asdrg y se me escapo que quiero que sea mi novio mientras jugabamos con los chicos

17: pascuas -- papa y mama discutieron, papa se puso violento - anxiety . smoked ,,, me fui a ver a lucho y a su casa, le limpie la ducha y me volvi  ,,, compre un powerbank para el celu --- pasta con zapallo, muffin y conito de dulce de leche, chocolate semi amargo -- anxiety, can’t sleep

18: cansada por el insonmio/ansiedad de anoche, bloated, ugly -- still anxious -- headache -- devolverle llaves a lucho ,,, ir a ver a sofi ,,, clases ,,, ir a dormir a lo de lucho -- probamos hambrguesas notco (amo que lucho me cocine) TERMINAMOS SHINGEKI -- feel ugly and fat -- bloated

19: bloated -- tramite de obra social GOOD

20: sick/cold/tired

21: foni llamó y estan bien, lucho se tatuó - amo

22: ir a lo de Lucho, hacer compras, ibamos a hacer una picada pero terminamos yendo a jugar al bowling con los amigos. -- quick sx before going - Estaba re nerviosa pero despues se me pasó y lo pasamos re bien, power couple - lucho me regalo una cafetera portatil hermosa, y cafe, para nuestros dos meses -- i love him

24: heartstopper, sick, anxious, race weekend 

25: ir a lo de lucho - vino - hamburguesas - BZRP SESSION 23 - escuchamos un monton de musica, me hizo hamburguesas veganas y vimos videos de teloresumo

26: temporal - llovio de una manera TREMENDA -- se inundo todo 

30: quilmes rock with lucho