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Battlecats Vol. 1 Hunt for the Dire Beast

Battlecats Vol. 1 Hunt for the Dire Beast preview. Follow Kelthan, Vaela, Zorien, Kaleera, and Mekkar as they undertake a perilous quest #comics #comicbooks

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Hofstra University

Department of Romance Languages and Literatures and the Latin American and Caribbean Studies Program

presents

GREAT HISPANIC WRITERS SERIES Poetry Reading and Dialogue with Lila Zemborain and Víctor Rodríguez Núñez

Two fundamental Latin American poets of today, Lila Zemborain (Argentina) and Victor Rodriguez Nunez (Cuba), will read their poetry in a bilingual format. During this session they will hold a dialogue about contemporary Latin American poetry with Professor Miguel Angel Zapata. Lila Zemborain is a professor in New York University’s Spanish Creative Writing program and has recently published Matrix Lux. Collected poetry (1989-2019). Victor Rodriguez Núñez is a professor of Spanish at Kenyon College. One of his most recent books is La luna según masao vicente (2021).

Thursday, April 25, 1-2:25 p.m. 246 East Library Wing, Axinn Library, First Floor, South Campus

This event is FREE and open to the public. Advanced registration is required. More info and to RSVP visit https://tinyurl.com/mss4brht

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Apple Arcade - A New World To Play In from Mauro Chiarello on Vimeo.

Director: Ian Pons Jewell Producer: Chris Avery @ Apple Writer: Jordan Pories Creative Director: Hamish Pinnel Art Director: Esteban Cardona Group Creative Directors: Sam Oliver & Carl Broadhurst AD Producer: Jacob Stitzel Production Company: Reset Managing Director: Dave Morrison Executive Producers: Deannie O'Neil & Jen Beitler Head of Production: JP Colombo Producer: Megan Moore Director of Photography: Mauro Chiarello Director’s Assistant: George Daniell Casting: Majo Gallardo Costume Designer: Nayeli de Alba

Production Service Company: The Lift Producer: Fuad Abded Managing Director: Avelino Rodriguez Production Manger: Israel González Cadena Unit Manager: Vladimir Espinoza Production Coordinator: Liliana Huacuja APOC: David Carretero Script: Andrea Eduardina Key PA: Juan Tovar Production Assistants: Erick Ávila, Miguel Luna, Isaac Alvarez Runner: Paulina Camacho Chaperone: Paulina Marín Chaperone: Paulina Maqueda Locations Manager: Sergio Aguilar Locations Assistants: Itzia Rojas, Rodrigo López, Eduardo Gutierrez, Andrés Macías, Juan Chávez

1st AD DGA: Robert Phillips 1st AD: Sandra Mayerstein 2nd AD Vala Cárdenas 2nd AD: Lorenza Ramos 1st AC Horacio Vega 2nd AC: Adonay Meza Camera PA: Edson Reyes DIT: Julio Cesar Gonzalez Data Manager: Hayde Medina Corona VTR Operator: Jonathan Fernando Noriega Hernández VTR Assistants: Eduardo Martinez & Miguel Valdez Wheels Operator: Felipe Pérez-Burchard Steadicam Operator: Gerardo Manjarezz Trinity Operator: Niels Lindelien Gaffer: Leonardo Julián Key Grip: Juan Antonio Aguilar López Key Grip: Jose Marcos Vilchis VFX Supervisor: Daniel "Chovy" Cordero VFX Assistants: Rafael Santana Cruz & Francisco Ruben Perez Reyes

Production Designers: Robin Brown & Margarita Laborde Hair & Make Up: Chela Olea Hair & Make Up Assistants: Yoali Cortés, Ixchel Cortés Stunt Coordinator: Tomas Guzman Art Coordinator: Katia Duarte Propmaster: Diego Téllez Decorator: Melinda Ridaura Decorator: Sandra Jalife Art Assistant: Jessica Peralta Wardrobe Coordinator: Giselle Arriaga Wardrobe Assistants: Rodrigo Montoya, Paulina Regalado, Christian Fernando, Rocelia Alexandra Graphic Design: Mireya Guerrero Renders: Hugo Jiménez Swings: Daniel Hernández, Jesús Enriquez, Aldo Márquez, Juan Cisneros, Néstor Luna, Luis Hernández, Gabriel Cabrera.

Edit Company: Whitehouse Post, Los Angeles Editor: Tobias Suhm Executive Producer: Joanna Manning Post Producer: Jordan Stricklin

VFX Company: Framestore VFX Supervisor: James Rogers Senior Producer: Joe Greenberg Art Director: Carlos Vidal Lead Data Wrangler: Fabio Zapata Data Wrangler: Juan Colon Coordinator: Evan Kanter

CAST Kid in car: Ariella Covalin-Mizarahi Metro Guy: Shu Sakimoto

Chef & Waiters: Jack Morris Jean Wolf Allison Vargas

Taco Stand: Mariana Arias Emme Gonzalez Paulina Camacho Oscar Sagrado Raphael De Cecco Ivan Modragon Christian Godoy Miguel Angel

Airplane: Heidy Diaz

Popcorn Eaters: Micah Bijon Charlie Scovill

Clothes Guy: Rick Darge Bus Shelter: Yuki Oc-Noda

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📸 Eurosport

After Victoria Azarenka/Beatriz Haddad Maia got a walkover due to the withdrawal of fourth seeds Desirae Krawczyk/Demi Schuurs in the previous timeslot due to Des’ likely injury (which earned them a third-round spot in the Women’s Doubles sector, to meet fifteenth seed Miyu Kato/Aldila Sutjiadi in the Miami M1000 semifinal rematch), the Men’s Doubles action carried on with an intriguing match between the Tsitsipas brothers/Tsitsibros (Petros & Stefanos) against the second seeds Ivan Dodig/Austin Krajicek. Interestingly, the former defeated doubles frequents Miguel Angel Reyes-Varela/David Vega Hernandez 7-6(2), 6-4 in the first round, while Krajig defeated Spanish duo Roberto Carballes Baena/Bernabe Zapata Miralles 5-7, 6-3, 6-4 in a close encounter. Another close match would also be expected in this one, adding the element of chaos to this sector.

The match started with quick point constuctions, with their longer rally tolerance and its finishes becoming the main question as the match went by. Somehow, A. Krajicek had an idea to land his forehand down-the-line while trying to pass the Tsitsibros at the net, but the latter pair averted the damage and held to 3-2. However, the holding game continued until the twelfth game, where it became a cat-and-mouse game to determine if the set ended in a tie-break or not, boiling down to a few points.

There, the Tsitsibros had to save 4 set points, some of which came at the expense of their errors, with an exception of the second set point, which was a result of I. Dodig’s intuitive volley finish to a rally. However, another set point ended up being converted thanks to I. Dodig’s backhand return ace, where Stef could not come up with a proper response, hence Krajig took the first set 7-5. To conclude, the first set boiled down to the pressure points, where the balance between intuition and execution remained the most important parts, especially at the net.

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Lina Licona y Natalia Linares brillaron en el Interclubes de Colombia

Informe: Víctor Zapata / Fecodatle La medallista en el salto en largo del Mundial Junior 2022 en Cali, Natalia Linares, se mostró en muy buena forma en el Campeonato Interclubes/Intermunicipios de Colombia, cuyas etapas finales se cumplieron este sábado 1 y domingo 2 de abril en el complejo El Salitre, en Bogotá. Linares venció en salto en largo con 6.58 metros (viento desfavorable de 0.8ms). La otra actuación relevante le correspondió a una velocista en ascenso, Lina Ester Licona. Tras escoltar a su compañera de entrenamientos Evelis Aguilar sobre 400 metros, ahora registró 22.88 en su eliminatoria de los 200 metros llanos (viento de 0.3 ms), quedando apenas a tres centésimas de la plusmarca nacional que Felipa Palacios mantiene desde 2005. En la final, Licona marcó 23.13, seguida por la juvenil Melany Bolaños con 23.55 (habría marcado 23.31 en las eliminatorias). En el comienzo de estas etapas finales se habían realizado las pruebas de marcha en pista sobre 20 mil metros para los mayores y 10 mil metros para la u20. En la categoría absoluta, Jorge Armando Ruiz fue el vencedor en 1:30:08.8, mientras que Lucy Alejandra Mendoza ganó en damas con 1:43:38.9 Pero entre las marcas principales de los hombres también estuvieron las de velocidad, en este caso sobre 200 metros, donde tanto el vencedor Oscar Baltán (20.82) y su escolta Neiker Abello (20.91) corrieron por debajo de los 21 segundos. En la prueba extra, el ecuatoriano Anderson Marquinez marcó 21.35. Y también se destacó Geiner Moreno con sus 16.22 metros en salto triple. Otros ganadores entre los hombres fueron Miguel Angel Cifuentes en 800 con 1:52.72, Raúl Hernán Mena en 400 metros vallas con 52.29, Bryan Smit Robledo en salto en alto con 2.10 (la misma marca que Gilmar Correa) y el juvenil Juan David Montaño en disco con 50.53. En damas se vio otro registro importante con Valeria Cabezas en los 400 metros vallas 56.72. Lina Marixa Pantoja fue la dueña de las pruebas de fondo con 17:42.96 en 5.000 y 36:20.53 en 10.000. Y también ganaron la juvenil Valery Arce en triple con 12.77, Katerine Ibarbo-Castillo en garrocha con 4.10 y Yerli del Carmen Mesa con 53.27 en disco. Read the full article

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Apple Arcade - A New World To Play In from Ian Pons Jewell on Vimeo.

Director: Ian Pons Jewell Producer: Chris Avery @ Apple Writer: Jordan Pories Creative Director: Hamish Pinnel Art Director: Esteban Cardona Group Creative Directors: Sam Oliver & Carl Broadhurst AD Producer: Jacob Stitzel Production Company: Reset Managing Director: Dave Morrison Executive Producers: Deannie O'Neil & Jen Beitler Head of Production: JP Colombo Producer: Megan Moore Director of Photography: Mauro Chiarello Director’s Assistant: George Daniell Casting: Majo Gallardo Costume Designer: Nayeli de Alba

Production Service Company: The Lift Producer: Fuad Abded Managing Director: Avelino Rodriguez Production Manger: Israel González Cadena Unit Manager: Vladimir Espinoza Production Coordinator: Liliana Huacuja APOC: David Carretero Script: Andrea Eduardina Key PA: Juan Tovar Production Assistants: Erick Ávila, Miguel Luna, Isaac Alvarez Runner: Paulina Camacho Chaperone: Paulina Marín Chaperone: Paulina Maqueda Locations Manager: Sergio Aguilar Locations Assistants: Itzia Rojas, Rodrigo López, Eduardo Gutierrez, Andrés Macías, Juan Chávez

1st AD DGA: Robert Phillips 1st AD: Sandra Mayerstein 2nd AD Vala Cárdenas 2nd AD: Lorenza Ramos 1st AC Horacio Vega 2nd AC: Adonay Meza Camera PA: Edson Reyes DIT: Julio Cesar Gonzalez Data Manager: Hayde Medina Corona VTR Operator: Jonathan Fernando Noriega Hernández VTR Assistants: Eduardo Martinez & Miguel Valdez Wheels Operator: Felipe Pérez-Burchard Steadicam Operator: Gerardo Manjarezz Trinity Operator: Niels Lindelien Gaffer: Leonardo Julián Key Grip: Juan Antonio Aguilar López Key Grip: Jose Marcos Vilchis VFX Supervisor: Daniel "Chovy" Cordero VFX Assistants: Rafael Santana Cruz & Francisco Ruben Perez Reyes

Production Designers: Robin Brown & Margarita Laborde Hair & Make Up: Chela Olea Hair & Make Up Assistants: Yoali Cortés, Ixchel Cortés Stunt Coordinator: Tomas Guzman Art Coordinator: Katia Duarte Propmaster: Diego Téllez Decorator: Melinda Ridaura Decorator: Sandra Jalife Art Assistant: Jessica Peralta Wardrobe Coordinator: Giselle Arriaga Wardrobe Assistants: Rodrigo Montoya, Paulina Regalado, Christian Fernando, Rocelia Alexandra Graphic Design: Mireya Guerrero Renders: Hugo Jiménez Swings: Daniel Hernández, Jesús Enriquez, Aldo Márquez, Juan Cisneros, Néstor Luna, Luis Hernández, Gabriel Cabrera.

Edit Company: Whitehouse Post, Los Angeles Editor: Tobias Suhm Executive Producer: Joanna Manning Post Producer: Jordan Stricklin

VFX Company: Framestore VFX Supervisor: James Rogers Senior Producer: Joe Greenberg Art Director: Carlos Vidal Lead Data Wrangler: Fabio Zapata Data Wrangler: Juan Colon Coordinator: Evan Kanter

CAST Kid in car: Ariella Covalin-Mizarahi Metro Guy: Shu Sakimoto

Chef & Waiters: Jack Morris Jean Wolf Allison Vargas

Taco Stand: Mariana Arias Emme Gonzalez Paulina Camacho Oscar Sagrado Raphael De Cecco Ivan Modragon Christian Godoy Miguel Angel

Airplane: Heidy Diaz

Popcorn Eaters: Micah Bijon Charlie Scovill

Clothes Guy: Rick Darge Bus Shelter: Yuki Oc-Noda

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Battlecats: Tales of Valderia #1

Battlecats: Tales of Valderia #1 Mad Cave Studios 2020 Created & Written by Mark London Illustrated by Robert Stotz Coloured by Jonathan Prada Lettered by Miguel Angel Zapata     Valderia is a world filled with a rich assortment of characters and Battlecats: Tales of Valderia is an anthology series that will shed light on its rich history. Each issue will enhance the already lush characterization of some of the most important felines in the millennia since Valderia’s inception. Join us as we venture through time and witness some of the most pivotal moments in Valderian history...     The more I read about this world and these characters the more divergent it becomes form the Tundercats. You all thought the same thing, warrior cats fighting for king and kingdom oh yeah the similarity is there but really from what I understand that's where it all ends. What Mark manages to do with this franchise is sensational to me as it takes something familiar and flips the script on it. This is a world that already felt as if it were complete and here he takes the opportunity to explore it further fleshing out the past more fully.     I love the way that this is being told. The way we see the sequence of events unfold and how the reader learns information is laid out extremely well. I am really rather impressed that I thought was a grammatical error wasn't instead for me it was misdirection. That Mark can do that to me is impressive and I really am thrilled by how much he's improved since his first outing and if this is any indication of what's to come then we really are in for a treat. The character development here is amazing and how much depth we see from the King is astounding. The pacing here is superb and as it takes us through the pages revealing the twists and turns along the way it works in concert with everything else to create the books overall ebb & flow. Another thing that I liked about this issue is the who's who in terms of rulers, those who have been the King previously.     The interiors here have to be seen to be believed. The linework is beyond exquisite and the how it is utilised to create this level and quality of attention to detail is mindbogglingly bloody effin brilliant. The lines, the scars, the intensity of the eyes and this is just the beginning of what to expect. Because the work on the Skeleton Lord is equally as brilliant. Then the fact that we see the details being utilised as they are with that same eye for detail and how they work within the composition of the panels bring us this depth perception, scale and that sense of size and scope to the story. The utilisation of the page layouts and how we see the angles and perspective in the panels show such a masterful eye for storytelling. Then there's the colour work we see. It is the piece de resistance and it punches the colour to a level that allows for the intensity in the eyes. It showcases the day and the night or light and darkness in ways where both take the colours and utilise the hues and tones within them to create the shading, highlights and shadows. Computer generated or not in order to get this to look like this you have to understand colour, how it works and how the spectrum changes it due to light sources. So yeah this is that level of good. ​     This brings hope for the rest of the arc. If what we learn at the end is true I wonder how many tribes we'll meet before the end of issue four? What this also did for me was create this desire to see the Battlecats face off with the Thundercats because would be the catfight to end all catfights. In the meantime I look forward to the ever expanding world of Valderia. Next go round let's go the villain route because that's something we need to see more to see if evil is just evil or there's some other desire there that we haven't seen.  

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Honor and Curse #6 L: Miguel Angel Zapata A: Nicolas Salamanca C: Tekino W: Mark London

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BATTLECATS, VOL. 1: THE HUNT FOR THE DIRE BEAST - Cat’s Meow

With the 3rd volume of @MadCaveStudios' BATTLECATS series due for release in just over a month, @DarrenShulman decided to start at the beginning of their stories. Here's his review of BATTLECATS, VOL. 1: THE HUNT FOR THE DIRE BEAST. #ComicBookReviews

Creator and Writer: Mark LondonArtist (Issues 1-4): Andy KingArtist (Issue 5): Michael CameloColorist (Issues 1-3): Alejandro GiraldoColorist (Issues 4-5): Julian GonzalezAssistant Colorist: Jonathan PradaBook Designer and Letterer: Miguel ZapataEditor In Chief: Giovanna T. OrozcoAssistant Editor: Brian Hawkins Thanks to Mad Cave Studios for the review copy! With the upcoming release of…

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Battlecats Vol. 1 Hunt for the Dire Beast

Battlecats Vol. 1 Hunt for the Dire Beast preview. Follow Kelthan, Vaela, Zorien, Kaleera, and Mekkar as they undertake a perilous quest #comics #comicbooks

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Preview: Genshi Makes His Way To The Jade Caverns In 'Honor And Curse' #7

Preview: Genshi Makes His Way To The Jade Caverns In ‘Honor And Curse’ #7

Genshi, the Tengu, Akemi, and the rest of the Iga are back in Mad Cave Studios’ shinobi thriller. Written by Mark London, with art by Nicolas Salamanca, color by Tekino, and letters by Miguel Zapata, Honor and Curse #7 hits spinner racks on January 6th, 2021. ‘Left reeling after the murder of Lord Haruki, Genshi makes his way to the Jade Caverns per Nishiro’s instructions. Meanwhile, Akemi took…

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Hofstra University

One Hundred Years of Fervor of Buenos Aires (1923-2023) Jorge Luis Borges

A one-day colloquium at Hofstra University.

Alvaro Enrigue, Alfonso Garcia Osuna, Miguel Angel Zapata (Hofstra University), Jose Luis Fernandez (Fairfield University), and Rolando Perez (Hunter College).

Wednesday, November 16 , 2:40-7 p.m. East Library Wing 246, Axinn Library, Second Floor, South Campus

Admission is FREE and open to the public. Advance registration is required. For a detailed description of the event and more information visit http://tiny.cc/xbbevz

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Five Senses: Sight (with Bonus Boy)

Billy Russo: You were the first thing Billy saw in his dreams overseas. No matter what horrors he had seen or committed that day, no matter how much blood was on his hands when he laid down to rest, no matter the dirt under his nails or the sweat on his skin, every night, he dreamt of you. And in his dreams, he was cleansed by you. In his dreams, Billy would see your bright eyes and that smile, that special smile you had for him and him alone, and no matter what atrocities he had seen or done, that smile would heal him. That smile, your smile, would warm him down to his bones--and that wasn’t a metaphor, it was true. Huddled in a flimsy tent with Frank and 12 other men, a freezing rain pouring down all around, nothing but a thin blanket and his fatigues to keep him covered, but Billy was warm. When he saw you, he was engulfed by your warmth, by your smile, by your love. Just the sight of you, dream or not, was enough to put Billy at easy, no matter where he was in the world. He’d memorized every part of you, and he pictured you, inch by glorious inch, when he needed your comfort. It wasn’t as good as being with you, of course, but it was a saving grace for him, and Billy was not a man who easily settled into being saved...unless his hero was you. 

Logan Delos: Logan was a man of wealth and taste. He’d been born into his riches, and he’d become desensitized to many of the incredible things he’d seen in his time. He had seen sights that would leave an ordinary men speechless, had gone places that were normally closed off to public eyes. It didn’t faze him. Indescribable sights, things people would save up all their lives to see, seen and shrugged off within seconds by Logan. But the sight of you? Damn. You could drop him to his knees. Logan had just gotten off of his private Delos jet after spending a week lounging in the most decadent suite he could find in Abu Dhabi; the view had been described as “breathtaking”, but Logan hadn’t found himself having any difficult breathing as he looked out at the expansive city, drowned in orange by the sunset. But now, as Logan walked into your shared penthouse, he was breathless. You were laid out on the couch, the TV playing softly in the background, and you were fast asleep. It wasn’t an elegant sleep; you weren’t Scarlett O’Hara draped over a satin lounge chair, you were you, knocked out in the middle of the afternoon wearing one of his shirts. And you were, without a doubt, without exaggeration, the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen. Wordlessly, because he was speechless, Logan sat on the edge of the couch and reached out to you. Looking at you, your mouth slightly open, wearing his shirt, you arm splayed across your forehead, Logan felt himself melt. Truly, you were the most striking sight he had ever seen.

Jax Teller: Seeing Jax dressed all in orange, chains around his ankles, two armed guards on either side of him, should have made you sad. It should have made you realize that, as much as you loved Jax, he was a criminal, and moments like this were bound to happen again and again if you stayed with him. You should leave--now, while you still could. But when he sat across from you, and you looked into those blue eyes of his... You knew that you weren’t going anywhere. “Talked to my Mom earlier,” he said, settling into his seat, “she said my bail should be posted in a few days, and then I’ll be home... I’m sorry, darling, I know this isn’t what you signed up for--” “How much more does Gemma need for bail?” You asked, watching as his eyes widened. “Babe, you don’t have to--” “I’m gonna be your Old Lady some day,” you answered back, “I need to learn how to do this.” You watched as his smile spread, his eyes wrinkling. “You’re gonna be my Old Lady, huh?” He said back. You leaned forward, making sure he was looking right into your eyes. You could see a warmth in them when he looked at you, an affection there that was for you, and you only. “I love you, Jax, and I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with you. But in order to do that, we need to get you out of this place. So come on, tell me how much she needs to make your bail.” He chuckled, and leaned in as well, “You don’t realize how much I needed to see you...to hear you say that,” he reached out for your hand, and you looked down and smiled at the sight of his hand in yours, “You’re a sight for sore eyes, darlin’.” 

Coco Cruz: The doctor said his eyes would heal, but it would be a while. And though he was a sniper, Coco wasn’t a patient man. You sat on the bed, watching him pace around in circles in your shared bedroom. “Coco,” you sighed. “What if my eyes never get better?” He asked, stopping and turning to you, the white patch over his injured eye wrinkled as he frowned. “Coco...” “What if I can never ride again? Or use a fucking gun? How am I gonna work?” “Coco...” He fell to his knees in front of the bed, and you reached out and caressed his face. His dark brown eye was watery with emotion, and you heart clenched at the pain you could see there. “What if I can’t see our baby?” He asked, his hand going to rest on your growing stomach. You felt tears spring to your eyes, but you held them back. “You will. Okay? The doctor said it can be treated, and it’ll take rehab and time, but you will see again. I promise you.” Coco nodded, leaning into you for a hug. You closed your eyes, wishing you could give him the gift of sight, wishing you could will him to heal faster. But you couldn’t. All you could do--all either of you could do--was wait. And wait you did. And the day your baby girl was born, the first thing she saw was Coco, his eyes filled with tears as he looked down at his newborn child. It had taken a lot of work, cost him so much time and pain, but it was all worth it when he could hold his baby girl in his arms and look into her eyes, his vision fully restored. It was worth the wait. 

Angel Reyes: You and Angel had made your New Year’s resolutions together, and working out more had been at the top of the list. You’d both agreed that the two of you should exercise more, and it made sense to do it together and motivate one another, but now that you were here... You could see that it was a mistake. Watching a shirtless, sweaty Angel lift weights, his low grunts filling the air, was beyond distracting. It was erotic. He grinned at you, a dumbbells slung behind his gleaming shoulders. You wanted to lick the beads of sweat trailing down his tattoos. “You good, baby?” He teased, an eyebrow raised at you. You swallowed, your eyes unable to look away from the perfection that was Angel Reyes. “I--good. Yup. Good,” you said, watching the bulge in Angel’s shorts as he squatted down. “Mm, very well constructed sentence there,” he said, straightening up and placing the dumbbell on the rack. You stared at his ass as he turned around, and you felt your skin flush with the heat of desire. It should be illegal for one man to look so good. After all, this was a public place and here Angel was just being a fucking piece of art. “Babe, stop staring, you’re gonna make me blush,” he teased you, “Shh,” you dug into your pocket and pulled out your phone, “Don’t mind me. Keep working.” “Are you taking pictures of me?” “Maybe,” you answered, biting your lip as you snapped another picture, “Keep working out, this is good inspiration.” He laughed, doing as you said. By the end of your session, Angel had worked up quite a sweat, and you had amassed an impressive amount of sexy photos of your man. All in all, it was a good workout. 

Miguel Galindo: There was nothing like the sight of Miguel in cartel mode. Every step, every glance, every twitch of his eyebrow turned you on. He stood behind his desk, both hands spread out over the papers and files that covered it, glaring at the men in the room. He was the very picture of power. You stood off to the die, summoned there to be a witness, your eyes fixated on your man. You watched the words spill from his mouth, you watched the men--powerful in their own right--visibly shrink as Miguel spoke. The topic of conversation wasn’t important to you; Miguel had all of your attention. You stared openly, your eyes going from his sinful mouth down to his large hands, watching them flex as he gestured over at the men. His eyes were hard, eyebrows furrowed as he showed his displeasure with his employees. Distantly, you heard their apologizes and his acceptance of them, but really, all you could do was drink in the sight that was your husband. He was in his element, as much as Miguel wanted to go legit, and as well suited to that world he was, he was a cartel man. It was in his blood. And it came naturally to him. You watched as he lifted his hand and pointed to the door; you could see the men scurry out from the corner of your eye, but your focus was on Miguel. He turned to you, a smirk growing on his kissable lips. “I can see what you’re thinking, mi amor,” he purred, “Why don’t you come over here and let me give you what you want?”

Nick Amaro: As soon as Nick saw you, he grabbed you. He held you tight, his eyes closing, visions of you hurt and afraid playing behind his eyelids. “I’m alright, Nick,” you assured him, whispering into the crook of his neck, “I’m alright...” He nodded, finally pulling back to have a look at you. There was blood on your face, and he reached out to wipe it, leaving a soft red smear on your cheeks. “Don’t ever do that again,” he huffed, his eyes boring into yours, “Never, okay?” “Nick,” you said carefully, running a hand through his hair, “you know I can’t promise that,” you watched his jaw clench, “if I’m the only thing between a perp and a victim, I’m going to stand in front f the victim, every time.” He closed his eyes again, trying not to see the truth in yours. “Nick,” you repeated his name until he opened his eyes again, “I’m fine. You had my back. Liv had my back. I’m safe, and so it that little girl.” You turned, taking his hand in yours. “Look,” you directed him gently. A few feet away, the little girl who’d been kidnapped was in the arms of her sobbing mother, safe and sound. The man who’d taken here was in the back of a bus, bleeding from the gunshot you’d given him. “We did that,” you told Nick, looking up at him, “Look at that girl. She’s the reason we do what we do. She’s the reason I can’t promise I won’t ever do this again.” He nodded, turning back to you and taking you in his arms. “I know,” he said, kissing your forehead, “Just... Next time, don’t leave my line of sight, okay? Can you at least do that?” You smiled, “I can do that.” 

Johnny Tuturro: Johnny looked like a god, Apollo in the flesh. He was bathed in light, the rays of the sun shining on his brown skin, his smile wide and warm. You stood on the beach, Jakes on one side of you, Charlie on the other, and you didn’t even try to hide the fact that you were staring at Johnny. And really--who could blame you? He, Mike, and Briggs had just come to shore after catching a few waves, and Johnny was looking like a freaking dream. “Damn girl, stop drooling,” Briggs joked as he walked past you, taking Charlie’s hand and leading her away. Mike and Jakes laughed, following suit, and you watched, not at all concerned with the others, as Johnny approached you. “Wanna take a dip?” He asked. You shook your head, your hands immediately going to his chest, “Why are you like this?” “Like what?” “Like... this!” You stepped back, gesturing to his everything. “Look at you! You’re freaking glowing, you got the abs all out... Keep playing, and I’m gonna put a baby in you.” Johnny laughed, and the sight of him, skin glistening in the sunlight, water pooling in the deep crevices of his collarbones, had you clenching with desire. He leaned in close, his mouth right on the shell of your ear. “Since you like watching me so much, how ‘bout we go home, and we can go the bathroom, and you can watch me break you off in the reflection of the mirror, yeah?” You grabbed his hand, nearly running back to Graceland, eager to see what he had in store for you. 

Rio: You blinked, trying to test to see if you were dreaming. “R-Rio...” You gasped out. He stood in front of you, dressed in all black, a smirk on his lips. “Hey mama.” You jumped out of bed, but stopped yourself from running to him. He was dead. Rhea said he was dead. There hadn’t been a funeral, but she said he was dead and now... “I know,” he said, anticipating your thoughts, “I know. But, just look at me. Look at me. I’m here.” You looked at him; he had a beard now, and a nose ring, but it was him. He was real. He was here. “What...?” “It’s a long story, and I’ll tell you everything,” he answered your unasked question, “really, I shouldn’t even be here, but... I had to see you, baby. I had to see you.” You rushed towards him, burying your face in his chest as he held you. It had been months since you’d seen Rio, but it felt like a lifetime. You hadn’t really registered, until this moment, how much you had missed seeing him: his soft lips, his shorn hair and low lidded eyes. He was speaking to you, whispering that he was home now, and you pulled back to look at him. He looked different, harder, and you could see a change in him. “What happened to you?” You asked, your voice coming out in a whisper. “Remember the housewife?” “With the big boobs?” He chuckled, shaking his head at you fondly. “Yeah. She put three slugs in me,” he explained, and you looked him over, imagining the bullet wounds that you knew were under those dark clothes. “I’m good, mama. But I’m pissed,” he leaned down and kissed you, and your eyes fluttered shut as his lips moved against yours, “so you and me are gonna get justice.” 

Bonus Boy

Chris Zapata: Baseball had never been your favorite sport. You’d found it boring and tedious. And then you started dating Chris and suddenly, you were standing up in the stands every week, screaming and cheering as he played. You sighed dreamily, your chin in your hand as you watched Zap on the field. He wasn’t really do much of anything--actually, he (and Maz, and Barone, and Vinny) were all watching Murray throw a fit in the outfield. But God, did Chris look good. It was getting late, and the sun was setting, and it seemed like the very last rays of the day were clinging to Chris’ skin, placing a halo around him. You could see from your spot in the stands the sweat glistening on his skin, could see his eyes widen as Murray threw his bat at the score board, and you sighed again. You couldn’t even be sure if the team was winning or not (Murray’s tantrum suggested they were not), all you knew was that Chris looked like an angel. Your heart stopped in your chest when Chris’ eyes met yours, and you watched a smirk grow on his lips. He knew you were watching him. He knew you couldn’t look away. The sight of him like this--in his element--made you weak. You couldn’t wait for the game to be over so you could inspect your man at a much closer angle. 

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