#mini rojas

[cappedinamber]

Eyes of a Stranger (1981)

Directed by Ken Wiederhorn

Cinematography by Mini Rojas

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

On the floor: Freya 'Mini' MacTavish ( @sofasoap ), Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish, Mylène 'Petra' Scholten de Ridder ( @eenochian )

Standing and sitting: Christine 'Riot' Vega, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Olga 'Zhar' Samoilova ( @nrdmssgs ), Nikolai, Gabriella 'Gabi' Cruz, Kate Laswell, Heather Price, John Price, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Diego Rojas

Today marks a year since I posted the first chapter of my fanfic, Fortes Soli Fortiores Una

In this year, not only I re-discovered my love for writing, storytelling, character creation and creative streak, but I also found good people that I am honoured to call friends

There's a lot of you I would like to thank individually, but I am afraid I'd choke up before I finish. You all know who you are.

To the people that started reading, and are still here, waiting patiently for me to post, THANK YOU

To the people that started reading, left it, and maybe came back, THANK YOU

To the people that hit Like or Kudos, to the people that reblog, to the people that comment, THANK YOU

To the ones that read but say nothing, out of shyness or whatever, THANK YOU

To the ones that read it and decided it wasn't for them, THANK YOU

To the ones that don't read the fic but like the shitty renders I make around my stupid little AU, THANK YOU

And thank you, my dear, poor Riot, because if it wasn't for you, this wouldn't be possible.

[bodyboxspain]

Es muy importante recuperar las uñas tras haberlas podido dañar o debilitar con manicuras más agresivas 💅🏽 ¡Pero es que nos encanta verlas vibrantes y llenas de color!

Por eso no nos pueden faltar los MiniColor de Mavala, que además de tener una gran variedad de tonos de tendencia, a cual más apetecible, tienen una formulación vegana 12 free amable con las uñas.

❤️ En la Bodybox Mayo estrenamos el tono Salzburg, ideal para manos y pies esta temporada.

[mysunshinetemptress]

For England

Alexia Putellas x lioness!reader x ocdaughter!reader

Warnings: Fluff

Even before Melia arrived, Alexia and you had joked about the future. Would we have a mini-me in a Spanish jersey, mimicking her mama's stepovers, or a fearless lioness with your crunching tackles? As it turned out, Melia was a curious mix. From her first kick of a ball, she'd proudly rock a jersey split down the middle, the Spanish crest battling for dominance with the Three Lions As Melia toddled around, she'd proudly rock a mishmash of kits. Or sometimes it would be an oversized Spain shirt drowning her tiny frame, the next a miniature Lionesses jersey that barely covered her knees. You both knew, deep down, that she'd eventually choose a side.

 She was very proudly called "Amorcito," she was your love in a smaller version, a mix of the cultures you both so desperately loved and just like the love that brought you both together.

However, by the age of three, Melia's allegiance became undeniable. The turning point came during the Euros. She was mesmerised by the Lionesses' attacking prowess. Sat alongside your wife as she watched excitedly her passion only seemed to build with every goal an elicited joyous shrieks, every tackle a passionate fist pump. When the final whistle blew, crowning England champions, Melia danced with unbridled glee, waving a miniature Lionesses flag like a warrior queen. 

 I expected a flicker of disappointment, maybe even a playful jab. After all, she was a Barcelona legend, a "Culer" through and through. But instead, a wide smile stretched across her face. Later that night, as Melia slept soundly in her England-themed pyjamas, Alexia surprised me again. With a mischievous grin, she pulled out a brand new Lionesses jersey, emblazoned with "Melia 10" on the back.

"She is a Culer mi vida," she said, her voice soft, "that is my legacy, that is my career, not La Roja. But family? Our family supports each other, no matter the colours we wear on the pitch But supporting England, the lionesses, your team, cheering for your country, her country? That's a love that runs deeper than football."

Her words struck a chord. Melia's choice wasn't a rejection of Alexia's heritage, but a blossoming of her own. It was a beautiful testament to the power of sports to unite families, even if they cheered for different teams.

The World Cup final, with its clash of loyalties, only solidified that realisation. Melia, both yours and Alexias Amorcito, defied expectations throughout the tournament with her continued wear of England jerseys as well as the St George crest painted along her cheeks and her red and white ribbon tied into her ponytail.

Your heart lurched as you saw Melia freeze in the tunnel, her small hand gripping Alexia's Spanish jersey like a vice. The roar of the crowd was a distant echo in the tense silence. Alexia’s warm smile, usually contagious, faltered at the edges. Melia's eyes, brimming with tears, locked with yours.

Alexia, ever the teammate, knelt beside her, a gentle smile on her face. "Hey, Amoricito," she said, "It's okay, you look beautiful. Just a few steps, and then you can change after the walkout, alright?"

Melia, however, remained rooted to the spot, her tiny chin jutting out. Tears spilled down her cheeks, blurring the red and yellow stripes of the Spanish jersey. "I'm English, Mami!" she cried, her voice cracking with frustration. "I can't walk out with you! I'll let them down!" Alexia looked down at Melia confused "Who down Amoricito" "I'm English, Mami, not Spanish! I'll be letting the lionesses down, I'll be letting Mama down" she cried, her voice cracking.

Alexia sighed her voice a soothing balm. "Amoricito," she began, "we all love you, no matter what jersey you wear. You just need to walk out with us, then you can change, okay?"

Melia shook her head, adamant. "But I want everyone to see I'm cheering for England!" Her lower lip quivered, threatening to spill over.

Alexia exchanged a helpless glance with you. it had been planned to perfection this little moment between you all a cute family moment, a symbol of international unity on the biggest stage. Now, it was unravelling before the world's eyes. Your gaze darted towards the tunnel entrance, where the announcer's voice boomed, signalling the imminent walkout. Time was ticking and Melia wasn't letting up or calming down.

Taking a deep breath, You rushed over and knelt beside them your daughter might have been born in England and loved the country with every ounce of her heart but she was so much like Alexia in looks and personality. "Hey, Amoricito," you said softly, your voice laced with calm. "It's okay, sweetheart. We know you love England, the girls know you love England. But remember, Mami is Spanish and she wanted to include her favourite girl during this moment, but this walkout is for both teams, for both of us, for our family and, for everyone who loves football."

Melia sniffled, her lower lip trembling. "But the badge," she hiccupped, pointing at the Spanish crest emblazoned on the jersey. "It's not right."

A warmth bloomed in your chest. Her fierce loyalty, even at this tender age, filled me with pride.

A quick decision had to be made. Glancing at Alexia, I saw a flicker of understanding in her eyes. She squeezed Melia's hand gently. "How about this," Alexia offered, "You walk out with me, but when we get to the national anthems, you can stand with Mama and the lionesses, okay? English and Spanish."

A flicker of hope sparked in Melia's eyes. She looked down at the Spanish jersey, then back at you. "Can I?"

"Absolutely," You confirmed, relief flooding through you as you looked back at your teammates and your own mascot you had abandoned trying to calm your daughter down.

As the announcer's voice reached a crescendo, the tunnel doors swung open. Alexia took Melia's tiny hand gripping it tightly, as you placed a kiss on her head and squeezed Alexia's hand before grabbing the hand of your mascot.

The pre-game formalities flew by in a blur. As the teams lined up for the national anthems,  Alexia crouched down and winked at Melia. "Ready to change sides, Amoricito?" she asked playfully Melia smiled grabbing Alexia's hand before pulling her towards you and grabbing your hand with hers as she stood proudly in between you both, her tiny voice joining the chorus of "God Save the King," Your heart swelled with pride, a mixture of maternal love and admiration for her courage.

Melia, her smile now radiant, let go of Alexia and raised her hands to be lifted up by you laughing as you kissed her cheeks. "Just hold on for the win, Mama," she whispered, her eyes sparkling. "For England!"

"Maybe next time, we'll walk out with you wearing an England jersey, leading the English fans in cheers."

Melia's eyes sparkled. "Really?"

"Absolutely," you promised.

[heretodestroyou]

jamie tartt x rojas!reader where she’s dani’s twin or younger sister and is scared about tell him she’s dating jamie but ofc he’s just over the moon about it 🥹🥹🫶

felicidades!

pairing; jamie tartt x rojas!fem!reader (romantic), dani rojas x sister!reader (platonic/familial)

w/c; 1.08k

fandom; ted lasso (apple tv)

trigger/content warnings; my half-baked spanish, a little swearing, jamie being a clueless himbo, dani being a ray of sunshine,

stella speaks! this prompt is so adorable, i hope i’ve done it justice!! set somewhere after 2x03

Jamie feels bad.

He knows how close you are with your brother. He knows how much you hate keeping secrets from him. But he’s also grateful.

He’s only been back at Richmond for a couple months, and many of the boys are still wary around him. He doesn’t blame them, but they’re all so fiercely protective of you that his biggest worry what’ll happen to him, to your relationship when the cat is let out of the bag.

Your biggest worry is how Dani will take it. Dani isn’t the stereotypical ‘i’ll-kill-anyone-who-looks-at-her’ big brother, but he does take shielding you from the press very seriously. And dating Jamie Tartt? That’ll put you right in the spotlight.

The both of you are reaching the end of your rope, and it’s getting harder and harder to hide it.

So Jamie does the only thing he can think of. He talks to Ted.

He takes his time changing after training, carefully packing everything in his bag, a flimsy but effective way to stay after everyone has gone. He also keeps an eye on Roy, whom he’s paranoid knows Jamie is hiding something.

But the older player simply strolls past him, ignoring him as usual, and after Jamie strains his ears to make sure he’s gone, he bolts into Ted and Coach Beard’s office.

Ted looks up from his computer with a start, Beard’s attention suddenly also on Jamie. He feels the heat rise in his cheeks, but Ted simply smiles. “What can I do for you today, Jamie?”

Jamie takes a breath, and right before he speaks, he spots Nathan coming back in the locker room. He closes the door gently, turning back to the two men.

“I’m gonna be totally honest, I’ve been dating Y/n for two months now,” he starts, and Ted leans forward.

“But the thing is, nobody else except for Keeley knows. She really wants to tell Dani, and she’s not telling him because I asked her not to, but I can tell she really wants to, but what if the team beats me up? Like what if Dani is still mad at me for being such a twat and he gets the whole team to beat me up? Roy especially, he would like totally punch me in the balls and then Dani would make me break up with Y/n, but I don’t want to break up with her, but I also don’t want to get beat up, y’know?” Jamie rushes, his words tripping over each other.

Ted takes it in, leaning back in his chair and nodding. After a few moments of silence, he turns to Coach Beard.

“Coach?” He asks.

“Yeah, Coach?” Beard answers, eyes not leaving the chess game on his phone.

“Do me a favor, Coach.” Ted asks, starting to smile.

“Anything, Coach.”

Ted’s grin widens. “Call the Diamond Dogs together please Coach.”

Beard gives a nod. “You got it Coach.”

Jamie looks between them, not a clue as to what’s happening, when Nathan glides into the room, seating himself on the shelf next to Jamie. Jamie looks at Ted in confusion, but Ted just keeps smiling.

A minute later, Higgins also enters the room and gives Jamie a nod. Simultaneously, the four men start barking, and Jamie’s ready to leave when Ted speaks again.

“Fellas, turns out Beard was right. Jamie is dating mini-Rojas,” Ted says, and for the second time in five minutes, Jamie’s face heats up.

“Problem is,” Ted continues, “he’s not sure how well that’ll go over with the team, and frankly, neither am I. Ideas?”

Jamie raises his hand, and Ted points at him. “Yes, Mr. Tartt?”

“First off, the fuck is happening. Second, the fuck is happening?” Jamie asks, tucking his hands under his shirt.

Higgins grins. “We are the Diamond Dogs, and we are here to help! With your dilemma. Your Rojas Hassle, of you will.”

Jamie shook his head. “Whatever. Do I tell him or not?”

Nathan raises his hand. “Well, what I see the worst-case scenario being is the team ices you out for maybe another couple months. Do you think Y/n will side with you during that?”

Jamie twists his fingers under his shirt. “I mean, I hope so. I would be sad if she didn’t y’know cause— well she…” he trails off, his head filled with his favorite memories of the two of you.

“She inspires me to be a better person, and I think even if we had to break up cause Dani said so, I would still want to be better for her and then if I am better maybe Dani and the team’ll see that and they’ll let us date again?” Jamie looks up, glancing around the room.

Ted slaps his hand on the table. “Well lookee there, I think you’ve solved your own problem! And with limited help from us! I declare the Diamond Digs meeting over!”

Jamie begins to smile, a bit of the weight on his shoulders lifted. His smile faded when every other person in the room begins to bark, and with an eye roll, he leaves.

When he gets out, the cool breeze biting at his face, he sees you, waiting by your car. You’re chatting with your brother, who’s telling some sort of training story. His hands are flailing everywhere, and you’re giggling.

He takes a deep breath, then walks over. When he reaches you, he snakes an arm around your waist. You look up at him, the question in your eyes.

When he nods, that inquiry on your face is replaced with his favorite look: that shine of joy in your eyes, and you turn back to your brother.

Jamie takes a breath to explain, but before he can, Dani hugs him. “¡Felicidades! ¡Bienvenido a la familia, cuñado!”

Jamie looks to you for the translation, and smiles slightly when he notices your face buried in your hands. “Something you want to tell me, love?” He asks.

“He called you his brother-in-law,” you say, your voice heavy with embarrassment and muffled by your hands. Jamie’s grin widens.

“Should we plan the wedding then?” He asks. You groan loudly. Dani suddenly turns serious, and Jamie gulps. Has he overstepped?

“Por favor, do not make me wear those horrible dress shoes,” he says, his hands clasped together in front of him.

This causes you to laugh, and Jamie’a grin reappears.

The reaction Dani had was certainly not the reaction he forsaw, but it was definitely better than the one he expected.

[qrcane]

I love the fact that bagi and Tina are having like a cute little mini date or something, sitting together and splashing around in the pool. And then in the background, bolas rojas are killing each other, and then proceeding to howl at the moon over the bodies of their friends

Bonus points: Tina and Bagi probably still find it incredibly romantic 💀

[turtlevariabilis]

Mi historia con las Tortugas Ninja

[English]

Cuando salí de preescolar, me regalaron a mí la mascota de la clase: una tortuga de orejas rojas (hoy en día tiene casi 20 años conmigo y hasta tiene una compañera parecida). A partir de ese instante, las tortugas se han convertido en parte de mi identidad. Si me preguntaban por mi animal favorito, obvio que respondía que las tortugas. Son animales muy interesantes que sí interactúan entre sí y con los humanos; tienen una perseverancia de envidia, una curiosidad enorme y habilidades tipo ninja (son rápidas, silenciosas y les gusta escalar, aventarse y hacer acrobacias bien extrañas).

Pues bueno, el día de hoy más bien quiero contarles mi historia con las tortugas ninja y cómo es que llegué a este fandom. En realidad, es una historia algo larga, pero tiene detalles muy graciosos, y así me pueden conocer un poco mejor.

Entonces, como las tortugas siempre han sido parte de mi vida, para mí debió ser natural conocer a las tortugas ninja desde muy pequeña, así que me tocaba conocerlas en la versión de tmnt 2003. Y sí, por supuesto que me aparecieron en televisión y me picó la curiosidad que los protagonistas fueran tortugas… pero la serie no conectó conmigo.

Cuando eres pequeño, lo que necesitas son historias con las que puedas identificarte de una u otra manera, por eso es por lo que las mejores historias siempre van a ser las que son más diversas en todos los sentidos posibles. Y claro que cualquier versión de las tortugas ninja ya es de por sí una carta hacia la aceptación de lo diferente, es decir, que promueve la diversidad. Pero esto no fue suficiente para mí en ese entonces.

Yo era una niña que quería ver cosas de niña, programas en los que hubiera personajes femeninos interesantes. Y, sinceramente, lo poco que había visto de tmnt 2003 (si acaso unas pocas escenas de un capítulo), solo divisé personajes masculinos a excepción de Abril, que era adulta (así que mejor me la pasaba viendo Los jóvenes titanes). Eso sí, ya tenía identificada a mi tortuga favorita: la que tenía antifaz morado, por el simple hecho de ser mi color favorito; curioso que eso no haya cambiado.

Cuando tenía casi la edad de las tortugas ninja, se estrenó la serie en Nickelodeon de tmnt 2012. Tampoco captó mi atención. Sin embargo, mi hermana L, casi tres años menor que yo, me insistió en que lo viera. Así que lo vi… y supongo que me encantó. Porque así fue como comenzó mi historia con las tortugas ninja. Así las conocí.

Mi hermana L y yo siempre estábamos al pendiente de cuándo pasaban la serie en la televisión; literalmente corríamos para verla, para asegurarnos de no perdernos de nada. Y confirmé que mi tortuga favorita era Donnie, pero en realidad me encantaban todos.

Pocos años después, se estrenó la película de Tortugas Ninja (2014)… no la pude ver en el cine, pero me tenía muy emocionada, a pesar de que sabía que no tenía nada que ver con la versión tmnt 2012 (con la que estaba muy enganchada), y por eso me decepcionó un poco. Además, odié cómo sexualizaban a Abril.

Así que sí… se podía decir que estaba obsesionada con las tortugas ninja, y aunque yo no me había dado cuenta de hasta qué punto, mis padres y mis dos hermanas sí, por lo que mi fiesta de 16 años (solo con estas personas) fue de esta temática sorpresa. Inflaron globos verdes, los colgaron y les pusieron antifaces de los colores correspondientes, y comimos pizza. En mi pastel pusieron a un juguete de un mini Donatello 2012 que aún conservo. Ahora que lo pienso, fue una íntima y muy linda fiesta… sin embargo, a mí no me gusta mostrar mis gustos, por lo que en ese momento sí me sentí incómoda y me atreví a expresar que hubiera preferido una fiesta normal, en vez de expresar lo increíble que fue, porque realmente fue increíble. (¿Qué les puedo decir? Aunque yo siempre he sido bien portada y nunca causé problemas de ningún tipo, también fui adolescente).

En ese entonces, yo seguía siguiendo la serie tmnt 2012, y usaba el internet para estar al pendiente de cada nuevo capítulo. Llegué a un punto en el cual me volví impaciente y tenía que ver los capítulos en cuanto se estrenaban, es decir, tenía que apresurarme a verlos en YouTube antes de que tumbaran los videos, aunque eso significaba verlos en inglés y de mala calidad.

Yo tenía un pésimo nivel de inglés y no entendía prácticamente nada. Pero hacer esto elevó mucho mi nivel y también empecé a tomarme seriamente mis clases de inglés en la escuela para entender los episodios. Sin exagerar, todo lo que sé de inglés es gracias a las tortugas ninja. Hoy en día poseo un nivel intermedio muy sólido, y todavía sigo mejorando gracias a ellas.

Al estar todavía en ese nivel de obsesión por las tortugas ninja, obviamente que busqué más en el internet, en YouTube, específicamente. En uno de esos videos de tantos que vi, me aparecieron escenas de la versión tmnt 2007 que me llamaron mucho la atención. Esa rivalidad, esa batalla tan épica entre Leo y Rafa, me atrapó. Así que vi esa película y, aunque en general no me pareció buena por varios motivos, sí me llegó mucho la historia entre los hermanos.

Pero regresemos a la versión tmnt 2012. El final de la tercera temporada fue de los finales más impactantes que he visto jamás. Y cuando se estrenó la cuarta temporada y las tortugas estaban en el espacio… fue justo ahí cuando perdí el interés. Y realmente no sé por qué, si a mí me gusta mucho la ciencia ficción y todo lo que tenga que ver con el universo. Tal vez fue porque dejé de entender lo que estaba pasando (recuerden que veía los capítulos en inglés). No lo sé.

Después de eso, de vez en cuando me entraba nostalgia y curiosidad respecto a esta serie, así que veía uno que otro capítulo suelto (en general, no soy buena viendo series, soy capaz de ver únicamente los capítulos que me llaman la atención sacrificando el entendimiento de la trama general). Y cuando me enteré de que finalizó, busqué los últimos tres capítulos de la quinta temporada… y me dejaron muy mal con ese final distópico desesperanzador, pero realista. Es horrible, pero supongo que eso fue lo que más me gustó. Admitámoslo, a todos nos gusta ser masoquistas.

Después, medio vi que se había estrenado una nueva versión con colores demasiado vibrantes para mi gusto y una animación 2D con demasiada hiperactividad que no me llamó la atención. Sí, estoy hablando de la versión de rottmnt, estrenada en 2018. Hoy en día no saben cuánto me arrepiento de no haberle prestado atención.

Pasaron los años y llegó el 2023. A inicios de ese año me di cuenta de que teníamos Paramount+, y que eso significaba que estaba la serie tmnt 2012, en español, completo. Y mi hermana menor R no la había podido ver porque había sido demasiado pequeña en su momento. Así que me dieron ganas de presentársela, y así yo podía ver toda la serie de la manera correcta.

Fue como ver un maratón: la terminamos toda en menos de dos meses, a pesar de nuestras diversas ocupaciones (ella escuela y yo trabajo, que además era muy difícil coincidir en horarios). De repente, mi obsesión volvió, muy intensa. Ha sido la única vez que una misma obsesión la tenga en dos etapas muy diferentes de mi vida. Pero todavía no estaba abierta a conocer nuevas versiones.

(Se van a reír de lo que pasó a continuación).

Mi hermana L, la que me introdujo en un principio a las tortugas ninja, como vio que disfruté reencontrarme con ellas, me insistió en que viera la película de la versión de rottmnt, que estaba en Netflix; que según estaba muy intensa y bien, que valía mucho la pena, pero que tenía que verla con la mente muy abierta porque tenía muchos cambios radicales.

Muy a mi pesar, súper negada y con la mente lo más cerrada posible, vi esta película. Y sí, muy intensa y todo, pero concluí que no me gustó nada. No sentí que esas eran mis tortugas. A pesar de eso, la volví a ver… y luego otra vez y otra vez más. Como que el personaje de Donnie me llamó un poco la atención. Como que la animación no estaba tan mal como había creído en un principio. Como que la intensidad que transmitían me comenzaba a gustar. Como que sí estaba algo divertida. Como que los personajes me comenzaban a agradar un poco y los empezaba a identificar e incluso a comprender.

Y, de repente, a pesar de que yo seguía insistiéndome a mí misma que no me gustaba esta nueva versión, comencé a ver algunos capítulos sueltos de la serie… hasta que comencé a verlos en orden… y luego volvía a ver algún que otro capítulo que me había gustado… ¡es que ya no había quién me pare y debía de dejar de engañarme a mí misma! La versión de rottmnt tenía muchas cosas diferentes, pero estaba muy cuidada y era muy buena. ¡Claro que me encantó! Y actualmente, para mí, sin lugar a duda supera con creces la versión de tmnt 2012 por muchas razones que no comentaré en este texto.

Cuando el contenido oficial de rottmnt se me acabó, tuve la necesidad de más. Así que busqué en internet… y de repente me atraparon algunos cómics hechos por fans… y luego me vi entrando a Tumblr… y luego me empezaron a llamar la atención más versiones y empecé a verlas (como la primera temporada de tmnt 1987, algunos episodios de tmnt 2003, volví a ver la película de tmnt 2007 al igual que la de Batman vs. Las Tortugas Ninja, que no lo mencioné, pero que esta sí la había visto antes debido a que tuve cierto momento en mi vida en el que me encantaba Batman).

Y todo eso a principios del año 2023, porque luego apareció el tráiler de la película Tortugas Ninja: Caos Mutante, que se iba a estrenar en pocos meses. Yo no tenía ni idea de que iba a salir una nueva versión ese año, y cayó justo en el momento para seguir aumentando mis habilidades como fan. Claro que la fui a ver al cine y me encantó, aunque rottmnt sigue siendo mi versión favorita.

Y hoy en día, que estamos en 2024, sigo sintiendo que uno de mis pensamientos centrales son las tortugas ninja, y tengo ganas de seguir conociendo más sobre ellas, tanto las viejas versiones como las nuevas que vienen. Y tengo muchas ganas de seguir compartiendo mi granito de arena al fandom con esta cuenta. Ojalá también que este sea el año en el que al fin pueda ver bien tmnt 2003.

Y es chistoso, porque de repente conozco muchas referencias de muchas versiones y me encanta eso, aunque sé que me falta mucho. Más que, por ahora, no he pisado nunca el terreno de los cómics, y aún no sé si algún día pasará.

Porque solo soy una fan, y los que somos fans de algo debemos serlo bajo nuestros propios términos, sin la presión de nada ni de nadie.

Se me acabaron las palabras y no sé cómo concluir este texto, pero si llegaron hasta aquí, ¡guau, me impresionan! Les mando muchos saludos y buenas vibras, justo como diría Mondo Gecko.

•💜•

[paygirl21]

Caperucita roja llegó

35 fotos (12 sin censura)

2 mini videos

1 regalito extra

7 dls (128 pesos mexicanos)

Si eres de México acepto transferencia, si no por Paypal 🫶🏻

[nabitoisdyingwithhomeworks]

Masterpost ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Hello everyone! This is the artist! Call me Nabo please! Well lets start this. I organized this better because in the first I was lazy so lets start better! I will advice that sometimes I will upload some things like blood or some things like that.

RULES:

Don't talk about NFSW

Be respectful

Remember there are minors!

AUS:

╰┈➤ Kny x S.C╰┈➤ SHIPS╰┈➤ MASTERPOST PPT

╰┈➤ MY OPINION ╰┈➤ BIRTHDAYS!

EXPERIMENTS:

╰┈➤ Nell Grambell || Alba Guzmán || Callem Jones || Nicole Harris || Charlie Rojas || Theodore Grambell || Samhy Rojas || Amara Wilson || Miranda Grambell || Gabriel Miller || Cassie Jones || Clara Stacy || Felix Lambert || Juliet Guillen || Marie Payne || The Lambert's || Ayana Ludwig || Chris Payne || Sarah Williams || Sakori Williams || THE MINI CRITTERS/SMALL TOYS || BIGGER BODY || BIGGER BODY S.C

LOST KIDS:

╰┈➤ Alexander Smith || Carles Addison || Kyle || Catherine || Harley || Brandon || Amira || Suzie Chavez || Erick || Sarah Williams || Sakori Williams || The leaders :p

HERETICS:

ROLES

FOLLOWERS(PRISIONERS):

ROLES

ANGELS:

Matthew Grambell || Regina George || Samhantta Williams || Ethan Davis || Marina Harper

Who you can ask?:

Nell Grambell

Alba Guzmán

Callem Jones

Nicole Harris

Charlie Rojas

Theodore Grambell(SOMETIMES WHEN ITS NECESSARY)

Samhy Rojas

Amara Wilson

Miranda Grambell

Gabriel Miller

Cassie Jones (SOMETIMES WHEN ITS NECESSARY)

Clara Stacy (SOMETIMES WHEN ITS NECESSARY)

Felix Lambert

Juliet Guillen

Marie Payne

The Lambert's

Ayana Ludwig

Chris...

Alexander Smith

Carles Addison

Kyle

Catherine

Harley

Brandon

Amira

Suzie Chavez

Erick

Sarah Williams

Sakori Williams(SHE WON'T ANSWER IF YOU AREN'T THE PROTOTYPE, Or maybe yes..?)

I HOPE WE GET WELL!

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

First kiss in public

A litle (hah) something, stupid and unedited, I had to itch to write because of a chat with @nrdmssgs @sofasoap and @eenochian

Set in the future in the fic (yes, this is canon and will be included)

Till this moment they've never kissed in public. Only Price saw them kiss and it was a traumatic moment immediately before this during their rescue

It's very obvious they're together but they just don't suck face lol

His family.

Even after so long, Ghost still felt sometimes in awe when he found himself thinking about them as that.

His family.

Surrounded by laughter and happy chatter, sitting at the pub one Saturday night.

Yuri and Myléne sitting together, as close as they could be, with his arm around her shoulders, and sometimes whispering into each other’s ear. Sometimes even exchanging discreet kisses.

Johnny with Gabi sitting on his lap, sharing her cocktail after his beer was all but gone already, laughing the loudest.

Kyle and Diego sitting side by side, no doubt holding hands under the table. Gaz still had his right arm on a sling although his dislocated shoulder was so much better. Diego still looked awful with his face full of bruises, but the white flash of his pearly smile was as joyful as ever.

Price… his rock. His anchor. His heart clenched just thinking how close he had been to lose him. Now seeing him roaring with laughter with Nikolai, keeping Heather secured on his lap in spite of her protests about his mild injuries, it calmed his anxiety.

He could have lost him.

He could have lost both.

Freya, with Rudy. Ignoring the way Johnny still glared at him from time to time, even though he was more than okay with their relationship. All lovey dovey in spite of the way he was blushing, absolutely smitten with her and her bubbly smile.

Alejandro nudging Kyle’s side with his elbow, laughing at his Sergeant Major. Both of them had flown to help in the search, and two weeks later were still there, with the excuse of making sure everything was alright.

Farah nursing her orange juice, laughing at something Alex was trying to tell Laswell, while Kate looked like she was about to bail and go home, tired of dealing with drunks. But she stayed. Because they were her family too.

Two weeks after the all hands on deck call, and they were still there.

His family.

Nikolai, holding Olga close to his side, with one arm wrapped around her waist, and his free hand holding hers. Mirth in his eyes, but also fondness and that haunted look that had accompanied him the whole time the team had looked for Price and Riot. The haunted look that told him that he, too, thought all the time about what if.

What if they hadn’t found them.

What if they hadn’t found them on time.

What would they do without Price to steer them on the path.

What would they do without the ray of sun that was nestled against his side, giggling at one of Johnny’s stupid stories, her fingers interlocked with his while his free arm was firmly around her.

Ghost sighed, deeply, a low rumble inside his chest that made Christine look up at him, with her uneven smile and a questioning look in her blue eyes. And for the first time since they got them back, almost two weeks ago, Simon could shake Ghost off, and his face relaxed just slightly.

The skull balaclava was long forgotten on the table, after his fifth drink. In that moment, slightly buzzed by the alcohol, he didn’t care anymore about having his family see his face. All of them had seen it at one point or another.

Dark brown eyes searched her face, deliberately slow, waiting for the blush to appear when she felt the heat of his smoldering gaze. Her high cheekbones, still bruised. Her blue-gray eyes that still gave him chills. The smile that he had feared he’d never see again.

Simon didn’t even think about it. He didn’t stop to ponder, to wait for his usual reservation to kick in, for his aversion to public PDA to deter him.

He simply dragged her closer to his side, the hand that was on her shoulder reaching up to tilt her jaw up, and lowered his head onto hers until he covered her mouth with his, swallowing her surprised gasp with as much hunger as he drank her moans in bed.

A chorus of muffled gasps surrounded them when the rest of the gang realized what he was doing, but the only thing Simon focused in was on the way her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him down to her, kissing him back just as hungrily.

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the desperation of not knowing if he’d get her and Price back alive. Maybe it was the secret yearn to seal the deal, to cry to the world that she was his and he was hers.

Simon almost chuckled when he heard Johnny cheering and loud clapping from who knew who, but he didn’t care. He only broke the kiss to allow Christine to breathe, their lips still touching, and smiled down at her. Sincerely. Happy.

And he had to drown laughter when her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down closer so they would kiss again. He barely saw her flipping the bird at Johnny when the Scot joyfully called for them to get a private room.

His family.

He was home.

[zine-garden]

There are SO many types of zines, sometimes it’s hard to keep track of! Here is a list of common zine categories with links to either free to read zines, descriptions, or artist shops and zine distros to buy from!

art zine - Zines that are filled with art, photo, collage, etc. This could be a sketchbook zine, drawings under a singular theme, or a general compilation of art. This is the most common type of zine produced by artists!

Subject of Devotion, Sabrina Mellado (For Shortbox Comics Fair). This was a digital collection of sketchbook scans available for free, compiled on her website

comic zine - Writing and drawing a self produced and printed comic! Another popular category of zines for artists. Also: Diary comic zines, Auto-bio Comic Zines.

How to Survive a Haunting, Jade Zhang Duende, Elle Shivers

fanzine - Fan-drawings, comics, writing, meta, fiction, etc. compiled into a self-published work!

I know the internet has taken over what many people, especially in fandom, understand a zine to be, but anyone can make a zine and anyone can make a fanzine. At the zine library I used to help maintain, there was an 8 page mini that was just a bunch of Idris Elba pics with cute kaomoji’s saying “i love uwu idris elba <3”. The first media fanzine was published in 1967, for Star Trek called, “Spockanalia.” Seriously, all you need to do is be impassioned by a subject to write, collage, or draw something about it!

Stitching Together, Annie Mok (Available to read for free, but I encourage you to send her a tip as she has recently been in recovery from surgery and is also on food stamps https://ko-fi.com/heyanniemok/shop) Good Chicken, Natalie Mark (Me! Is self promo okay?)

info zine - A zine that shares information. This can be informational, or it can be an instructional zine such as a “DIY Zine” or a “Recipe Zine.”

Trans/Disabled Bibliography, Saul Freedman. I don’t have a link to this one, but it was a really wonderful and short zine of both citations and a love letter to the works cited. Instead, I have linked you to Saul’s zine page on his website 🤠 Patchwork Primer: how do we find what we’re not looking for?, kaythi and seiji. This info zine was created for an event I organized for people creating zines on the margins. I invited the two of them to co-program an activist book club for the event!

litzine - A “literary zine” can be a collection of fiction, poetry, prose, etc. that is self published and distributed as a zine. Also called “lit zine”, or “literary zine”. Some people prefer “chapbook”, or “poetry zine” for poetry.

My favourite litzines are not available anywhere online, so I will describe one of them for you? Todo Parecia de Cristal / “Everything Looked Like Crystal”, Laura Rojas is a collection of photos of the artist’s mom and her siblings growing up paired with journaling between 2015-18. They couldn’t bring photo albums with them when the moved to Canada from Colombia, and the photos had been mailed to her years prior to the making of the zine.

perzine - A “personal zine” focuses on the artist’s life, opinion, or thoughts in some capacity. A zine about yourself, your experiences, your life, a particular memory, your feelings, etc. This is my favourite type of zine!

Sonali Menzes/glittermagpie has some really awesome perzine and info zines about anxiety and mental illness. I have her zines, So you’re anxious as fuck, and You’re so Exotic. Keet Geniza/Make! Shift! Love! is another favourite zinester! I love Keet’s perzine series, Picking Bones, which are full of reflective auto-bio comics and prose. Your Whiteness is Boring: A Gender Perzine, Cleo Peterson.

political zine - Dealing with political topics, anarchy, communism, social justice, historical movements, and present day issues.

An Illustrated Struggle for Housing from Canada to the Philippines, Julie Guevara Autonomous Resistance To slavery and Colonialism, Russell Maroon Shoatz. (Note, the prices on Brown Recluse Distro are for BIPOC only, white people and institutions are asked to donate an extra $5 USD)

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[soynosoysofia]

Maravilloso

Salí del cine despacio, la película fue buena, camino lento y atravieso la puerta que va a la calle saboreando lo que vi. Salgo y saludo a Helena, increíble me dice, maravillosa le digo y se va. No sé si era maravillosa realmente, pero me gusta decir maravilloso, maravillosa, maravilla, fue suficientemente buena como para usar ese adjetivo. Me gusta como sale de mi boca: m a r a v i l l a, como si explotaran semillas entre mi lengua y los labios. Maravilla, repetí para mí: salida del sol sobre el agua, tiramisú con mucho café, canción preferida en el baile, chico que te gusta prepara una comida sabrosa, pregabalina pegándote de a poquito antes de dormir, vos cruzando Boulevard Magenta después de meses sin vernos, tu pelo es hermoso. Maravilla. Estoy ahora al lado de mí bicicleta, que está atada en la calle esperándome, ella me espera tiesa y una pequeña ramita roza mis pantorrillas mientras abro el candado, estoy confundida pero no le presto demasiada atención. Monto el asiento y me dirijo a tu casa, me preguntaste que hacía y yo te dije que nada, que en cinco estaba allá si querías, si tenías ganas, dale me dijiste, y por el dale fuí. Monto, pedaleo y la ramita vuelve a acariciarme la piel de las pantorrillas y esto me parecía que ya era una tomada de pelo, pedaleé cinco cuadras desde el cine por Suipacha y la ramita no se había dignado a caer por su propia voluntad. Estaciono, bajo y analizo. Maravilla. Tengo un nido entre la rueda y el cuadro de la bici, un nido de pájaro, que digo un nido, un nidito, pequeño, pequeñísimo. En 107 minutos, lo que duró la película que vi, un pájaro construyó un nido muy pequeño en mi bicicleta. Me faltaba mirar a fondo, y a fondo vi que en el nido también había un mini pájaro que me interpelaba con palabras: -pedaleá- me dice el mini pájaro, decí que tengo este superoído, porque fue como si hablara una campanita dentro de una caja de fósforos (de las chicas) -Dale, pedaleá- me dijo el mini pájaro de nuevo,¿no te vas a caer? le pregunté, él enseguida me dice que no, que está bien pegado, está seguro, pienso. Metele derecho por Suipacha, seguí por Alem, acabo de nacer, me da esta última indicación y pienso que por acabar de nacer ya sabe mucho más de calles que yo que nací hace treinta y un años en esta ciudad.

Hago todo lo que mini pájaro dice, ordena mejor dicho, cada frase que sale de su pico son órdenes para mi bicicleta. Cruzar, frenar, acelerar, tirar una gotita de agua para la sed, tomar otro camino, volver a cruzar y acelerar, poner más atención a los pozos.

Llevo al mini pájaro sin preguntar ni rezongar. Pospongo mis planes porque mini pájaro parece tener todo lo que necesita en materia de elocuencia, pero no parece contar con grandes posibilidades de llevar a cabo algún plan, cualquiera sea, como por ejemplo: ir.

Íbamos yendo, le conté que tenía el corazón roto y me dijo que ya iba a pasar pronto, lo más probable, aseguró. Íbamos yendo y le conté que la película que había visto era muy buena y me contestó que el cine no era lo suyo. No le conté nada más de la película.

Frená, frená me dice, frená por favor, me dice pajarito. Yo freno, los autos pasaban furiosos al lado nuestro, todos me veían a mi, nadie veía al mini pájaro que apareció en mi bicicleta.

Mirá la luna me dice, mirá, mirá, y con una alita incipiente que se asoma entre los caños del cuadro de la bici roja, apunta con ánimos de que me emocione tanto como él. Parece un huevo esférico, dice. Uh, es luna llena, digo, esta noche no duermo. Pájaro pequeño no sabe de dormir, así que después de decir lo mío me sentí un poco tonta, él acababa de nacer y solo tiene la urgencia de ir bien despierto hasta el lugar deseado.

Acá está bien, me dice, frená, agrega. Estamos en la costanera, la luna se refleja en el agua, estoy un poco transpirada. Estás un poco transpirada, me dice mini pájaro, luego de mi asunto podrías nadar. Luego de mi asunto dice, ¿cuál será el asunto que puso a pequeño pájaro y a mí tan cerca el uno del otro?, aquel asunto que hacía hervir un apresuramiento de bicicleta, la tracción de piernas más intensa y sin precedentes, un pequeño pájaro que nació en condiciones lejanas al árbol, yo confiando en el acontecimiento, derivando por la calle como por el río. Un breve silencio entre nosotros me permite escuchar el pequeño aleteo, en ese mismo momento mis ojos bajan a verlo pero al instante vuelven a subir a la altura del horizonte, pájaro está volando con una experticia invaluable, nunca ví en mi vida un vuelo semejante. Se acerca muy despacio a mi oído: mí desesperación te agradece por guiarla, ahora voy solo. Aquellas fueron las últimas palabras del ave más pequeña que ví en mi vida, no podría decir que era un colibrí, ni otro pájaro que conociera en un tamaño pequeño, era simplemente un pájaro, podía reconocerlo, muy chiquito. Lo ví elevarse por los aires en dirección a la luna que señalaba con precisión, creí que ese era finalmente su destino, nació en mi bicicleta para ir a la luna ese día de diciembre, allí encontraría la resolución, el inicio o la conclusión de su asunto. Por un momento creo que sigo viéndolo pero el brillo del huevo en el cielo me impide distinguirlo.

Me animé a levantar una mano para saludarlo, mientras la agitaba de un lado a otro, un corredor me mira saludando en dirección a la luna, no comprende, pero sigue corriendo hasta que también desaparece de mi vista.

[cookieafk]

Wawas Au!

Hi guys! So first I wanna sorry for being soo long inactive on Tumblr 😔 And the other that I made and Still make a WaWas! Au to Retribution.Exe!

First The Director or(like I changed name in this au) The Doctor.

Some facts:

Well first The Director in this Au will have one of more important for lore role. The more important will be of course Medi. Third is Base. For those who might don't know The director is Virus. The danger hierarchy in WaWas!Au is that the most dangerous are viruses (Chronics {Director type} are under moral {Conroy type}) later is Hollow head and later normal stickmans criminals.

(Oh and I'm gonna in future give him goofy goggles because you can't stop me! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ)

Short of story: The chronic type of virus is like cancer but a lot a lot more fucked up and dangerous. Because when you got it you just get drained from energy and other vitals till you are dead and Virus is ready to live. With Base could happen same if not one thing: Curiosity. The director being too much curious of life "get off" from host too early to kill it.

Second One: Base

Well Base as I said is one who who's host of the Director in 1 chapter but also was one who weakened him enough to Pacific state in end of 1 Chapter. The base role in this Au don't change much from Original Retribution.exe. Being second boss of Rocket organisation and etc. But his...actions will and have much of consequence for action.

About his siblings I will talk later because now I'm so worn to do it. Anyway them name is Mini and Roja.

The Base don't have....good feeling about The Director but Hell can you blame him for this!? But for the most of chalet 1 he has let him stay in them house and we can said they could be a...a little sick but good family ...

But thing never will go easy

The author of Retribution.Exe is @the-masked-astro and author of WaWas!Au is @rosdevw2 . You should check out them account.

[analpalmma]

Usé 3 outfits para la edición especial de Halloween 2023

Me gustaron 2

Pero de esos 2 no sé con cuál quedarme

No me decido cuál me gustó más

No sé con cuál quedarme

Si con el del 31 o con el 2

Me gustó el outfit de la cinta top con la mini faldita roja apretadita cortita con el saco gris pero se veía muy como elegante tirando a formal

Hasta

HASTA

Queeee

Salí después posando con otra cosa y ya le hizo la competencia osea cuando salí con el hilito trasparente