#ni modo sai

[saikasem]

sai sukkasem en going underground.

[bellflower-goat]

man

[argent-sz]

nunca entendí las canciones de desamor hasta que me pasó a mi

[shurisgf]

armando headcanons of him as a bf ?

HEADCANONS — A. ARETAS ✩

ೃ⁀➷ SUMMARY; in which , these are my hottakes on how i think armando is as a bf. | FEAT. Armando Aretas x POC!fem!reader | TROPE established relationship | FORMAT headcannons | GENRE fluff | WARNINGS tiny bit suggestive | NOTES my man my mannnnn

` definitely the type to spoil you even if you protest against it

“Bebé déjame mimarte.”

“No, that necklace is too expensive,”

“Sabes que te lo voy a comprar de todos modos, mamá.”

` he’s a quiet man, so you two often just cuddle in silence

“Te amo” Armando whispered as you laid on his chest, his hands gently caressing your back.

` so overprotective its crazy

` always keeping an eye on you in public

` he’s not into pda, but when you two finally get alone, wheeew

“He querido arrancarte ese vestido toda la noche mamá” Armando grunted as he closed and locked the front door of your shared apartment.

“¿Qué te detiene?” You smirked in return.

` the two of you will try and do a movie night, but end up making out instead

Armando’s hands caressed every square inch of your body, as he went from caressing your back to your ass, while you straddled him on the couch the two of you were on. Your lips perfectly molded to his, as you rock your hips on his, causing him to groan into the kiss. “A la mierda la película.” He groaned, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom as you giggled in his arms.

` will teach you how to defend yourself on his days off

` 100% openly stares at what’s his

` will definitely fix your attitude

“Armando I’m not going to sit down, what the fuck?” You irritatingly stated, trying to find something on your phone after having a disagreement with him.

“No te lo voy a preguntar ni a decirte más, ven a sentarte.” He sternly said, in his calm, yet assertive voice.

` curses in spanish all the time and it’s so hot

` will say the most basic and everyday things but it gets you weak in the knees every time

GLOSSARY !

Bebé déjame mimarte — Baby, let me spoil you.

Sabes que te lo voy a comprar de todos modos, mamá. — You know I’m going to buy it for you anyway, mama.

Te amo — I love you.

He querido arrancarte ese vestido toda la noche mamá — I’ve wanted to rip that dress off of you all night mama.

¿Qué te detiene? — What’s stopping you?

A la mierda la película — Fuck the movie.

No te lo voy a preguntar ni a decirte más, ven a sentarte — I’m not going to ask you or tell you again, come sit down.

©2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED — SHURI'S GF. Do not modify, repost, plagiarize, translate or claim any work posted on this blog without my permission !

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[spoilers below cut]

WOW, a Mario Reacts! It's been a long time, hasn't it? Hell yeah, I can work with this!

(no bc seriously, I just finished watching ep. 7 of Arcane before this and I need an emotional break, yeah I know the rest of Act 3 is gonna kill me)

(the following is my live reaction:)

oh hey, Mario! Wassup?

jigsaw, is that you?

oh nvm, hello Swag! nice to see you again since last episode

I'm about to commit a crime [*strikes a pose then walks away*]

I'm willing to work in a government office just so I can come up with an acronym like, gee idk, Y.U.R.I. or something (I should've been a worker in NASA)

NO STOP STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING?!

At this point, Mario, I would just give up

[*clears throat*] mejor me muero, ni modo que sigo con estos porquerías. bueno como dice Mario, bye bye [*drinks some water*] alright I'm back

TADC? ah, just a normal Saturday

no thoughts, head empty

honestly, mood

well, in his own way, yeah

[*echoes announcer voice*] VR, the new era of entertainment

...mr puzzles? nah jk jk

oh, Four's theory may not be wrong here (omg it's jesus)

still can't believe christianity is canon in the SMG4 universe

oh, so I was right! [*jigsaw voice*] "I wanna play a game."

That's actually kinda sweet that he immediately chooses his brother

OH SHIT OOOOH that's gotta hurt

NO MARIO, THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME

[*other me pops in*] emo girlfriend, omg it's smg3

no, we're NOT gonna look too much into this, shut up other me

PPFFFTTT that caught me so off guard

say it with me now: YOU CAN'T CONTROL MARIO [*applause*]

I mean, we've been through simulations before, we can take this one too

unironically, I wouldn't mind a 10-hour video of just Mario (and/or the rest of the Crew) just dancing :)

it doesn't even need to have music, I can just put my playlist on and I would totally join in

ooooh, you want to scan that QR code so badly

but also, how did they get a screenshot of my computer?

Mario 🤝 Mario Buddy from the last episode → destroying PCs for the LOLs

AKLDHLKSAFB;KL just the way Mario goes for a fighting stance just so he could run away will never not be funny to me

LET ME IN LET ME INNNNNNNNN

10 hours, welp I got my wish lmao

Mario morphing his face... hmmmm..... [*flashback noises*]

[SMG4: MAR10 Day]

....

don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it

KIRBO NOOOOOOOOO

NO NO NO SWAG NO

same vibes

meme factory? youtube arc? is that you? /j

(yeah I know that the Team uses the same assets ik)

LET'S DO THISSSS oh welp time to vibe

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

what would that be, Swag? Try not to Laugh challenge? I might win tbh

LET'S GO GAMBLING

laughing because of early victory call? very in character for Swag

oooh that's some good animation (y'know, as always)

HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE

am i thinking too much into this or is this the same military base from last episode?

Alright, my little headcanon: the events of this episode and the last one took place on the exact same day

that's just for me specifically

oh hey, more TADC ref

Also, nice PINGAS STUCK IN A DOOR ref

man Mario can't catch a break dude

Congrats to CMorseu for your art being featured at the end credits 🎉

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Such a good episode! Not plot-heavy, just a silly episode. I'll gladly take it as my late birthday present. And it's great to have Swag back, kinda was half-expecting Chris to just pop out.

I've said this once and I'll say it again: I wouldn't mind if the rest of the year is just filled with goofy episodes. After all, we just came from WOTFI and we do need a bit of a break so the Team could work on the next arc. (From the looks of things, we might get goop!4 *cough cough*)

Loved the bits of animation and Mario's expressions as always.

Now, I know there is some talk about the SMG4 Crew/Mario Does Things being on hiatus and merging with the Saturday videos. If you can even call it that. Personally, I don't mind it. I completely understand if doing 2 episodes per week is a lot for the Team to handle, though I do wish they would give an explanation for it. I think the best solution would be for the Team making an announcement of the change, the reasons behind it, and how it may be different from the regular Saturday episodes. Also make it clear that "hey, the title says this so it doesn't impact the main storyline".

Anyway, it has been overall a pretty funny episode and I quite enjoyed it! Now, if you excuse me, I'm gonna cry my eyes out watching the rest of Arcane Act 3 and bring that angst to the next episode concept :)

OH THE MISERY EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE MY ENEMYYYYYYY

[afictionaladventure16]

Reader being Pedro’s co-star (maybe along Bella in TLOU or if not in another show/film) and him basically taking her in after finding out she’s not being well taken care of in her home, so he becomes her surrogate dad

It's Gonna Be Okay (Pedro Pascal x Teen!Reader)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Word Count: 5,091

A/N: I may have took this request and ran with it.... but uhhhh I hope this is somewhat what you least expected... enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of neglect and abuse.

If it were up to you, you wouldn’t have taken up acting when you were younger. You were forced into it at a young age, it was so you could help pay bills because your father was on disability and your mother didn’t want to give up her position as a housewife. You eventually fell in love with acting, being able to just escape your life and family and just be someone completely different. 

You’d had been getting bigger roles now that you were older. At only age fourteen, you had gotten many roles in shows and movies. You were proud of yourself. Someone had to be. You were currently working on another film after just finished working on the Prospect, which starred Pedro Pascal as Ezra. You played Cee, a girl who is traveling planets with her father. This film you were starring in now was a small indie film, which had been something different than what you usually worked on. That didn’t mean that you didn’t like it, you liked the challenge. 

You walked into your trailer after shooting a couple of scenes. Your mom was on the phone with god only knows who. For the longest, you wished your relationship with your parents was better. You wished they could be proud of you and that maybe they did this because they wanted a better life for you. But that wasn’t the case, they were only thinking for themselves. 

Your mom hung up the phone, “your father and I were thinking about buying a new house.” 

“We just bought a house,” you stated as you began to undress from your wardrobe for your character and into some regular clothes. 

“Well, I think we could use something new. Plus with the money you made from your previous role, we can afford it?” 

You let out a deep sigh, “but that’s my money, shouldn’t I have a say?” 

“Your money? Sweetie, it’s our money.” 

“I was the one who did all the work, my name is on the checks!” 

“Don’t raise your voice at me, you know the money goes to an account that has me and your father as the trustees.” You couldn’t take it anymore. You’ve taken it for years and years, them using you to get money and you knew eventually you would be left with nothing. 

“It’s my money, that money is supposed to be left untouched.” 

Your mom let out a deep breath, “Well, it’s the least you could do for all we do for you.” 

“All you do for me? What? Sit around and not do anything!?”

She began to rub her temples, “sometimes I wish I never had you,” she spat. 

“If you hate me so much then why did you ever have me?” You asked, tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

“We had you because we thought you could fix us!” 

“So what I’m just some kid you have when your marriage is falling apart? So if that doesn’t work you can blame the kid? You were better off getting a dog!” 

“Maybe we were better getting a dog! At least the dog would listen and be more appreciative! And you know what? You shouldn’t even be talking to me like that, I am your mother!” 

“Barely! I only see you when it’s convenient! All I am to you is an ATM!” 

“You are so ungrateful, you have no idea what we do so you could be some superstar!” 

“You didn’t do shit! I did this! I walked myself to auditions! I took the bus to film locations! I did it!” You yelled, allowing yourself to finally yell out everything you had been holding back. 

“Fuck this,” she said as she walked away to grab her bag. 

“I’m not going home,” you said. 

“Ni te quiero ahi de todos modos,” (I don’t want you there anyway) she hissed as she walked out of the trailer. You didn’t know where you could go if you couldn’t go home. If you could even call that place home. 

You felt the warm tears make their way down your cheeks, and you were quick to wipe them away, “I don’t need them,” you said to yourself. You grabbed your backpack of essentials, you usually carried it around because it was stuff you needed for before and after shoots and now it was convenient because you couldn’t go home. 

When you walked out of your trailer, almost everyone had gone home for the night. Most of the shooting took place in Los Angeles which was where more than half the cast and crew lived. The others rented places to live in until the end of the shoot. 

You didn’t know where to go, but your feet seemed to lead you the way to the bus stop. It was almost like you were on autopilot to the only place you knew you’d welcomed. 

Once you had gotten on the bus, you noticed dark clouds beginning to cover the sunset sky. Usually, you would be happy to see that it was about to rain, but since you were stuck in a bus and would eventually have to walk the rest of the way to your destination, you were feeling the opposite to see the clouds. 

You had ridden the bus for a good twenty minutes, this was one of the routes you got to know over the past couple of months since filming. You’d ride the bus for twenty minutes and then walk the rest of the way, which was another twenty minutes. 

It only sprinkled during the walk to your destination. But it didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. The whole walk to the neighborhood, you couldn’t help but wonder what life could have been if maybe your parents actually cared. What will life become if this continued? You couldn’t handle the way they treated you as if you were just an employee, you yearned for that feeling of being loved by your parents. 

You couldn’t quite remember when exactly it started, you thought it could’ve been when your dad got injured at work, but even then you felt it was before that. You admit, that the words your mother said hurt. You were only created to fix their marriage and even that couldn’t fix it because it was obvious to everyone that it was falling apart day by day. 

Once you had gotten to the neighborhood, you were glad that they didn’t live in a gated community or else this walk would’ve been for nothing. You ran the rest of the way to the house, running up the steps, and knocking on the door. 

You stood in silence for a few seconds until the door opened, “Y/N? What are you doing here?” Pedro asked in shock, “Mija, you’re all soaked, get in.” Pedro pulled you into the house, before running off to grab you a towel. 

“I’m sorry, I should’ve called,” you began to say. 

He chuckled, “Yeah, I could’ve gotten you a ride.” 

That was true, but part of you just wanted to be left alone. “Sorry,” you said again. 

Pedro wrapped the towel around you, “Take your shoes off, make yourself at home.” You never understood that phrase, maybe because you never knew what a home should feel like. You cleared your throat as you took your shoes off, placing them by the door. You followed Pedro into the living room, “You came just in time, I was gonna start a movie marathon…” Pedro looked over at you standing by the couch. “Pues, mija sit down.” 

“I don’t want to ruin the couch,” you gestured to your wet clothes. Pedro could care less if you got his couch a little wet, but he probably thought you felt uncomfortable in wet clothes. 

“Hold on,” he said as he ran up to one of the rooms. He came down a few minutes later, “I remembered one of my little cousins left some of their clothes here the last time they came to visit. These pajama pants should fit and I have one of my old Fleetwood mac tees here.” He handed you the clothes, giving you a grin. 

“Thanks,” you said with a smile. 

“You know where the bathroom is,” he gestured towards the hallway. This wasn’t your first time in Pedro’s house, in fact, you came over to his house pretty often. Since being in the Prospect together, you have developed a strong bond with Pedro. You still hung out with him whenever he was in town and you even went to visit him in New York a few times. This house has become like a home to you, a true home. One in which you could actually be yourself, when you came here you never wanted to go to the one where your parents were. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t as surprised to see you, just more surprised you didn’t call him. You quickly changed in the bathroom, and when you walked back out to the living room, Pedro had microwaved some popcorn. He pats the spot next to him for you to sit down. 

You rolled your eyes and sat down beside him, “What are we watching?” 

“I’ll tell you if you tell me what’s going on,” he asked in a serious tone. 

You sighed, “don’t want to talk about it.” 

“Do your parents know you're here?” 

“All they know is that I’m not home and they’re happy with that,” you picked up some popcorn and began eating. 

“Now why would you say that?” At this point he turned the T.V. off, giving you his full attention. 

“My mom and I got into this big argument,” you said, hoping he would drop it and you could just go back to ignoring the situation. 

“About?” But part of you knew he wasn’t going to just drop it. Pedro was a good listener and for some reason, he had done more for you in the little time he has known you, than your parents ever have. 

“Money,” you began, not even trying to hold it in anymore, maybe he could help you do something about it. “They’ve been spending everything I’ve earned like it’s no tomorrow and now I’m scared that that’s all they care about.” 

“What?” Pedro sat up, “They can’t do that, it’s your money,” he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he knew he had to be somewhat illegal. 

“I know,” You sighed, “but they're my parents” 

“Mija, they signed a contract. Only a certain percentage of that money goes to an account that they could spend for you, the rest has to go to a savings account for you.” 

“It’s all in one account,” you responded. “I don’t know what to do, I’m too young to get emancipated, and even then… I have no other family I can stay with.” 

Pedro got up, he knew he had to talk to someone about this, maybe one of the directors or even your manager. He just knew this wasn’t right. He grabbed his phone from the counter, Pedro hesitated for a second, what was he doing? The choices he made right now could change your life either for the better or for the worse. 

He went into his contacts, tapping on his phone a few times before pressing it to his ear, “Pedro?” You called out, walking in the direction he went. “What are you doing?” You asked as soon as you saw him. 

Before he could respond to you, someone had picked up, “Hello?” 

“Chris,” he began, your eyes widen, you couldn’t believe he had called your manager, you had forgotten that they had been good friends. “It’s Pedro.” 

“Pedro, what are you doing?” 

Pedro didn’t respond to you again, “Pedro, what’s up?” 

“Any chance you can come by my place? Y/N is here and we have something to talk to you about.” 

“Um, yeah, I can be there in like thirty minutes, sound good?” 

“Yeah, see you then,” Pedro hung up the phone, looking over at you, “It’s  gonna be okay.” 

“How do you know that?” 

He sighed, “because I’ll be there to help you, okay? You’re not alone, Y/N. Do you trust me?” You didn’t trust a lot of people, but Pedro was one of the few you did trust. He had shown you that you could trust him time and time again. You gave him a small nod. He smiled softly at you, “you hungry?” 

“I don’t think I can eat at a time like this,” you said nervously. Pedro understood he didn’t think he could eat either, but he knew it was rude to not offer. 

When Chris arrived, Pedro did most of the talking. You sat on the couch, nodding every once in a while or talking when things needed more clarity. But for the most part, Pedro was your advocate and you were content that you didn’t have to deal with it. Chris was overwhelmed with the information he was given, but he knew what to do in these kinds of situations. 

“I can get you a lawyer,” he began, “but I’m letting you know now, it’s gonna get messy. We’ll have to find a family for you to stay with-” 

“I have no other family,” you confessed. 

“Well, they might have you-” 

“She can stay with me,” Pedro blurted out. “If she’s able to.” 

“It’s possible. We’d just have to provide evidence that temporary guardianship is needed in this case,” Chris stated. 

“I have evidence,” you began, “just do whatever is needed and I can provide the evidence.” 

Chris sighed, “alright. I’ll keep in touch and It’s probably best if Y/N goes home tonight.” 

“My mom told me not to come home.” 

Chris glanced at Pedro before looking at you, he didn’t know what to say, “then I guess you’ll stay with Pedro for the night.” He didn’t say anything else before leaving. 

“You think it’ll work?” you asked Pedro, he had sat down next to you once Chris had left. 

“I like to think it will,” he gave you a reassuring smile before pulling you to his side. 

“Did you really mean it?” you asked, receiving a confused look from Pedro. “When you said I could stay with you.” 

“Of course I meant it,” he said. “You’re like a daughter I’ve never had, in just a few months we’ve known each other you have brought me so much joy and I have to admit, seeing you shoot your scenes, makes me feel so proud.” 

You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes. Someone who didn’t even know you for your whole life was proud of you, more than your parents ever could be. “What’s wrong?” Pedro asked as he wiped away a tear off your cheek that had managed to escape. You shook your head, “Something has to be bothering you, muñeca, what is it?” 

You let out a shaky breath, “it’s just… I wish my parents could say that they’re proud of me. I wish they could at least act like they loved me.” 

“Oh, mija,” he cooed. 

“You know what my mom said to me today?” you sniffled, “she said that they only had me because they thought I would help make their marriage work. What kind of person says that to their own kid?” You let out a soft sob, “Do I even matter to them? To anyone?” 

Pedro held you tight, “you matter to me.” He placed a small kiss on your temple, “they may say all these awful things but you are here for a reason.” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Sure.” 

“I’m serious, Y/N. You’re like a daughter to me and I believe you were brought onto this earth to shine some joy into my life,” he gave you a reassuring smile. “Okay?” You gave him a nod, “Now let’s watch our movie marathon, we’ll worry about everything else tomorrow.” 

You laid your head on Pedro’s lap, watching as the opening credits began to play on the screen, but you couldn’t help but wonder if everything was going to be okay. When you woke up that morning you didn’t imagine this was how you were going to end your day, but then again, no one ever really imagines how they would really end their day. 

You wondered if you’d need to move out and if so, how would everyone take it? Did that really matter? No, it didn’t. You know Pedro said he’d take you in, but would he be true to his word? You couldn’t help but think about all these intrusive thoughts, all you wanted to do was watch the damn movie, but your mind was so loud. 

The next day came and no word from Chris. You went back onto the set, your mother was there too. You played your best role yet, the obedient daughter. You sat and listened to your mother as she lectured you for not coming home last night, even though she had told you not to. 

Days went by and only one call from Chris, he was working on it. That’s all he said. You visited Pedro a few times before he went back to New York. 

Then weeks went by and eventually you finished filming. You hated when you weren’t filming, it meant you had to go home and spend most of your time there. 

It wasn’t until a month after the whole talk with Chris was when your parents received the knock at the door. You were at the kitchen table when your mother answered the door, you could hear the shock in her voice when the gentleman said the four magical words, “You have been served.” 

Your head the door shut, and the smile on your face only lasted a few seconds before it was met with anxiety. You heard the sounds of the envelope being torn apart and then complete silence. You were beginning to regret everything that had just happened, maybe it was just all a big mistake. Suing your parents was a big deal, accusing them of stealing was another big deal. 

You heard footsteps inching closer to where you sat. Then silence. You looked up at your mother standing at the doorway, It was at that moment you knew that it was probably best that she was served the papers when you weren’t there. Because up until that moment, you had thought that all your mother would do was mentally and verbally abuse you, or steal from you. 

“You bitch,” she spat as she threw the papers onto the table, “after everything we did for you!” She smacked her hand across your face, your hand instantly touching the spot she had slapped. “This is how you repay us!?” 

You felt tears well up in your eyes, you got up from your seat to leave but your mother quickly blocked your way, “move.” 

“This is how you repay us?” She asked again. You remained silent, not daring to look at her. It was all quick, her hand on your throat pushing you against the wall, “I’m asking you a question!” Her grip was strong, you scratched at her hand, hoping that it would pain her enough to let go. 

It felt like you were against the wall for minutes. Her phone began to ring, allowing you to break free. You fell to your knees as you attempted to catch your breath. “Leave,” she began. “No te quiero ver en esta casa nunca mas, no me importa donde vas.” ( I don’t want to see you in this house anymore, I don’t care where you go) You remained silent as you got up from the floor, “Me oiste?” You didn’t say anything again as you grabbed your phone from the kitchen table. “I asked you a question!” 

“Yes! I fucking heard you!” You yelled. 

Your reflexes weren’t quick, maybe it was because you were still trying to recover from being choked, or maybe it was because your nerves were everywhere. You weren’t quick enough to dodge your mother's fist, and you stumbled back. Quickly covering your eye, you groaned as you felt it throbbing. 

Your mother shook her hand, “Leave before I do something I’ll regret.” 

“You’re fourteen years too late for that,” you muttered. 

“Eres una disgracia, no eres mi hija. Quiero que todos que sepan que no tengo hija.” (You’re a disgace, not a daughter. I want everyone to know I don’t have a daughter) she muttered as you walked out of the room. You walked into your bedroom, and quickly looked at the damage to your eye, it didn’t look too bad but you knew it would bruise, not to mention the red marks on your neck. You couldn’t worry about it right now, you had to pack what was important and the essentials. As looked around your room, you couldn’t think of anything you wanted to take, just things you needed. 

As you began to pack things, you decided to call Pedro, it had only rang a few times before he answered, “Hey, Y/N! I was just about to call you,” He began to say. “I was gonna surprise you, but I might as well just tell you, I’m in LA! I have an interview tonight an-” he had rambled on, but you had to interrupt, or else he wouldn’t have stopped. 

“I need you to pick me up,” you cut him off. 

Pedro went silent for a moment, “Everything okay?” 

“My mom just got served, Pedro.” 

“Shit,” he mumbled, “I was hoping they’d tell me before they did anything, that way…” Pedro hesitated, he didn’t want to think about what could have happened. “are you okay?” he asks instead. 

“Can you please pick me up?” You asked shakingly. 

“Of course, Mija, I’ll be there right away, okay?” He said. 

“Don’t hang up,” you pleaded. 

Pedro’s heart sank, he could hear how torn you were, “okay, I won’t hang up.” You could hear car keys jingling on the other side of the phone, “I’m gonna connect the Bluetooth to my car, okay?” 

“Okay,” you had zipped up the last of your stuff into one of your suitcases. 

Pedro stayed silent for a few seconds, “are you still there?” 

“I’m here,” you said. You began to make your way out of your room, and you spotted your mother still in the kitchen, phone pressed against her ear. You walked out of the house, without saying another word to her. You didn’t know how your father would react and you didn’t want to know. “I’m outside,” you said into the phone. 

“I’m only a few minutes away.” 

It felt more than a few minutes, it felt like hours. You stood at the driveway, anxious that you wouldn’t leave in time, you wanted to make sure you weren’t home when your father got there. 

“I’m down the street,” Pedro announced. 

You quickly spotted his car and you ended the call once he was close enough. Pedro parked at the curb, quickly getting out to help you put your stuff in the car. Before you could get in, he grabbed your arm, placing a hand on your face, “Mija,” he began as he noticed the marking on your neck and the swelling of your eye. “Did they do this to you?” 

“Let’s go,” you pleaded. He sighed, he knew you were anxious to get out of there. He glanced over at the house you had come out of as you got in the car, he closed the door for you before getting in the car. 

The car ride was silent, which was different. Usually, the car rides with Pedro were filled with music and laughter, but this time there was no music and no laughter. You stared out of the window for most of the ride. Once you got to the house, Pedro took your bags and you followed him inside. 

“I need to make a phone call,” He informed you as he walked into his office. 

You walked over to the window, looking out at the scenic view. Were you making a big mistake? Was he beginning to realize it? 

You did the right thing, right? 

You took charge of your life and you did the right thing, right? Even if it feels completely wrong and you feel so much guilt. Is it wrong to feel a little relief? Usually, relief meant a good thing, so did this mean it was a good thing?

You felt something on your shoulder, you jolted a bit at the sudden touch. 

“Sorry,” Pedro apologized. You calmed down when you realized it was him, “I was on the phone with Chris and the lawyer.” 

“What they say?” 

“Well, I told them what happened and the lawyer is attempting to get an emergency temporary custody agreement from the judge so you could stay with me. He said he’ll be coming over to take pictures for evidence, but for now…” He sighed, “are you okay?” you shook your head. You didn’t need to say anymore, Pedro pulled you in for an embrace and you allowed yourself to feel everything. 

For once you felt like you were able to feel everything without feeling guilty for doing so or even wrong to think such horrible things. But now that the truth has come to light, you were able to feel. 

In most cases, this process would have taken days, but somehow the lawyers your manager hired made the process go by fast. Within a couple of hours, Pedro received the call that he was able to get temporary custody, but that’s all it was. Temporary. Eventually, you would have to go to court and maybe end up in foster care, but you didn’t want to think about that now. 

“Let me see,” Pedro said softly as he joined you on the couch once again, he had been making some phone calls for the past twenty minutes. “Fuck,” he said softly, “They really hit you pretty well.” 

“It hurts,” you groaned. 

“I know,” he had a frozen pack of peas in his other hand, along with a small towel. He wrapped the bag of peas in the towel before gently placing it on your eye, “leave this on for twenty minutes, then rest it.” You gave him a nod as you took a hold of the bag of peas. “You want to talk about it?” 

You shook your head, “not really.” 

“That’s fine,” he said, trying not to push you into talking. 

But that’s the thing, you wanted to talk about it. You wanted to cry it out, you just didn’t want to feel like a burden, especially not to him. Not after all he has done for you so far. 

Tears began to well up in your eyes, Pedro quickly took notice, pulling you back into an embrace. “I thought that I would be happier,” you cried. “They’ve always treated me so terribly and now that they’re no longer a part of my life… I don’t get it.” Pedro rubbed your back, “Why does it hurt so much? Why does it feel like-” 

“Like you’ve lost your parents?” you nodded. 

“Even if they never acted like parents.” 

“I don’t know, grief is funny like that,” he said softly. “Some people don’t deserve to be parents, Y/N.” 

You took in a deep breath, “you know what she said when I left?” he hummed in response, “Quiero que todos se sepan que no tengo una hija.” Every girl needs a mother, you needed a mother, and you had one. You just didn’t have the one that was portrayed in movies or the ones that your friends had. And you were always envious of that. You wished you had a mother that truly loved you and took pride in being your mother. Maybe you didn’t understand, what it was like to be a mother, but you think you could. 

Because if you ever had a daughter, you knew you would love that person unconditionally without hesitation. So, why couldn’t she? 

Pedro couldn’t understand it because like you if he had a daughter or even a son. He would love them unconditionally, just like he had tried to do with you. Like he was doing with you. Right now there was a hurting child in his arms and all he could think to do was comfort them even if he was fighting everything inside him to go punch your parents. He knew what he had to do at that moment, he had to comfort you because you needed him. 

He kissed your temple, “She doesn’t deserve such a beautiful, intelligent, talented daughter like you and it hurts that she can’t see what I see.” He leaned back from the embrace, holding your head in his hands. “Just because someone shares your DNA doesn’t mean that they are family. If there is anything you have shown me in the time I’ve known you, it’s how to be a father to someone who isn’t even my own kid.” 

You gave him a small smile as he wiped away a tear from your cheek with his thumb, “from here on out, we’re in this together, mija, okay?” you nodded.

Yeah, you really couldn’t understand it, but you didn’t have to because DNA didn’t mean they were truly your family. If there was anyone who actually knew you like the back of your hand, it was the man that was sitting beside you. The man who took time to be there for you when they couldn’t. 

The man who knew what to say on your bad days and what not to say, who knew your favorite foods and knew your pet peeves, just like a father would. He knew what time you should go to bed for you to be not grumpy in the morning and he knew what subjects in school you needed help in the most. 

And he mostly knew all of this in a short period of time. He spent time with you and not because he needed to, but because he wanted to. It didn’t take him long to create a bond with you and it didn’t take you long to consider him like a father. 

“Okay,” you said softly. The pain would only be temporary, you knew that and you allowed yourself to feel it. You were still nervous about the outcome of the future, but you knew you had a small support system and that was all you needed.

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[saikasem]

"¿comprometerme? ¿qué va hacer este pedazo de tela? ¿obligarme a casarme? pfft." bufa restándole por completamente la importa. "ah, no, solo ese. ¿y a ti? ¿te regalaron fortuna? ¿una maldición de mil años?" / @leohiranc

' solo te estoy diciendo lo que me dijeron que significa, me dijeron igual que tengo cuidado con ese tipo de amuletos... pueden comprometerte sin darte cuenta. a mi me suena a estafa ' se alza de hombros. siendo honesto, de ser verdad, colocaba mucha atención sobre contrario. ' ¿te han dado algún otro? por lo que veo son populares en esta celebración. ' * @saikasem

[youngtimemachineheart]

Hello! Spanish speaker here. Descargándose un poco sobre lo que ha pasado, especialmente lo del otipep

Creo que muchas cosas ya se han dicho y supongo que la mayoría ya habrá comprendido la situación. Así que solo una cosa mas

Mi molestia (mia) y de varios ni siquiera es tanto con los admins (si nos molesto pero hay algo que nos está molestando mas) porque otipep se disculpo (tengo entendido), y lo del admin de empanada pues creo que depende de ella reflexionarlo. Lo que si me molesta es la comunidad entera, desde el inicio llamaron a los que decían algo que los incómodo dramáticos, exagerados, etc. Especialmente a hispanos. Y ahora que finalmente están entendiendo nuestra molestia e incomodidad nos responden que no lo sabían porque el contexto estaba EN ESPAÑOL.

Lo que estoy entendiendo es que opinaron y minimizaron el sentido de una comunidad por meses sin tener el debido contexto. Lo que estoy obteniendo es que NO te importo entender el problema a pesar de que todo paso por el lado HISPANO. Porque estaba en ESPAÑOL.

Ni siquiera entendías el problema porque no estaba en tu idioma, de todos modos opinaste y ahora de la forma más descarada dices “es que estaba en español”

Y cuando leo personas diciendo “i cant say my opinion” pero ya opinaste y ni siquiera entendías el problema y eso es… decepcionante

Haces que nos sentimos invisibilizados y minimizados. 

Haces que sintamos que en realidad no importamos y que nunca lo hicimos para empezar. 

[spanishskulduggery]

Heyo Profe 🍓:

What are the proper ways to express dismissive attitudes? I heard of "Y qué a mí?" Does that have the same connotation as "Whatever"? Or is it "como lo que sea"(which feels Spanglish to me)?

I typically see it like ¿A mí qué? though it's like "so what?" more literally "what does that have to do with me" as the a mí is "to me" and it gets used in sentences like a mí me importa "it matters to me" etc. It's just like "and that concerns me how?"

lo que sea is "whatever"; which can be used like English as an actual part of a sentence "whatever it is" ...or a dismissive response "whatever"

Other expressions you might see/use to be dismissive:

No tiene nada que ver conmigo. = It has nothing to do with me. [lit. "it has nothing to see with me"; tener que ver con (algo/alguien) is "to have to do with (something/someone)"; so you could use this like no tiene nada que ver con ella "it has nothing to do with her", los informes no tienen nada que ver contigo "the reports have nothing to do with you"... parts of the expression can change]

Nada que ver. = Unrelated. [a shortened version of the above; more common to say no tiene nada que ver or no tienen nada que ver "it/they're unrelated"]

Me da igual. = I don't care. / It's all the same to me. [lit. "it gives me the same"]

¿Qué más da? = Who cares? / No matter. / It doesn't matter. / Oh well. [lit. "what more does it give?" same idea as above it's just like "eh oh well" most of the time]

¿Ah sí? = Oh yeah? / Oh really? / Is that right? / Is that so? [can be snippy; can be just a short response]

Ajá. = Uh-huh. [can be an affirmative response or like the bored "uh-huh"; depends on your tone of voice]

No me importa. = I don't care. ¿A quién le importa? = Who cares.

No me digas. = You don't say. [can be sarcastic; literally it's "don't tell me"]

¿Y bien? = So? / So what? / Well?

Ya lo veremos. = We'll see. / We'll see about that. [potentially dismissive or potentially a wait and see sort of thing - I've used it to be like "I don't really know but we'll find out" or I've said it in a way like "let's wait and see what they have to say about it" sort of like not wanting to argue about it further]

No tiene sentido. = That doesn't make sense.

There are a handful of expressions that describe indifference like ni fu ni fa or a mí ni fu ni fa which is like "no matter" or "it makes no nevermind to me" almost

...

I will also include a handful of negation words/expressions. These generally just express a no, but they could be dismissive or they could be just an emphatic no. It's really contextually driven as they aren't necessarily rude but they're a very strong no.

En absoluto. = No way. / Absolutely not.

Ni modo. = No way.

Qué va. = No way.

Also para nada is like "at all" or "not at all" and it can be used in some expressions like no sirve para nada "it's totally useless" or "it's completely useless"

But para nada can also be used as a response. Someone might be like "oh I'm so sorry" and a response can be para nada "oh no worries" or "don't even worry about it"

...

There are some that I think might apply but they're not always dismissive. Like ¿y eso? is a bit of a normal response it's like "how come?" or "why's that?" or just asking for clarification on something or more information, but you could potentially ask it sarcastically.

Another two to keep in mind:

No te incumbe. = It has nothing to do with you. / It's not your business. [which can be snippy; if I'm trying to be polite I say con todo el respeto no te incumbe "with all due respect it's none of your business" which is firmer but not totally disrespectful; another more literal version is no es asunto tuyo which is "it's no business of yours"]

The snippier way to say this is métete en tus asuntos which is "mind your business" - literally "put yourself in your (own) affairs". This can be changed for politeness or plural... métanse en sus asuntos is plural for example like if you were addressing a bunch of people. I definitely heard a few teachers say this to us students.

Now this one is absolutely dismissive and is meant to put someone in their place:

¿Quién te ha dado vela en este entierro? = And what business is that of yours?

Literally it's "who gave you a candle in this funeral/burial?" - the idiomatic expression comes from giving a candle to the family members of the deceased at a funeral.

The implication here is "Why do you think you get a say in the matter?" ...just basically saying hey this isn't your business and you don't get an opinion

[moonlight-1108]

No, definitivamente no es bueno decir constantemente "mi arte no es bueno". Aunque pueda parecer una forma honesta de expresar tus inseguridades, esta práctica puede tener consecuencias negativas tanto para tu autoestima como para la percepción que otros tienen de tu trabajo. ¿Por qué es perjudicial? Auto-sabotaje: Al repetir constantemente que tu arte no es bueno, estás creando una narrativa negativa alrededor de tu trabajo y limitando tus posibilidades de crecimiento. Impacto en la confianza: Esta actitud puede erosionar tu confianza en tus habilidades y hacer que dudes de ti mismo como artista. Atraer críticas negativas: A veces, las personas pueden aprovechar estas expresiones de inseguridad para hacer comentarios negativos o desmotivadores.

Limitar tus oportunidades: Si constantemente subvaloras tu trabajo, es menos probable que otros lo tomen en serio y te ofrezcan oportunidades.

Ok,ok lo que entendí es que es solo una forma de auto sabotearse,al repetirte tanto esto solo haces que tu mismo te lo creas,haciendo de menos tu trabajo y haces que los demás tengan en un punto una percepción negativa de ti mismo? Para los que creen que su arte es malo…. Concentrate en los puntos positivos,no es malo equivocarse,nadie es perfecto ni los más grandes artistas,deja de compararte a la larga te va hacer mal. El hacer esto solo te va a limitar. el arte es todo un proceso,un proceso lleno de errores. Ya lo he dicho antes,no te compares,cada artista tiene su estilo y camino propio,está bien admirar otros trabajos pero no el compararte. Pues el arte es un modo de expresión,plasmar ideas,sentimientos,vivencias,etc. El arte digamos que es algo personal,porque como dije plasmas sentimientos,ideas,vivencias,creaciones,etc. Al igual que los sentimientos son únicos y subjetivos para cada persona, cada obra de arte es una expresión única del artista.

Sé que es difícil pero estoy segura de que haya fuera hay gente que te apoya. Si bien hay gente que puede hacer comentarios negativos,lamentablemente no lo podemos evitar,lo único es evitar esos comentarios hirientes y no dejarnos caer porque entonces al hacer caso de eso…solo nos estamos auto dañando.

En vivencias personales,y también decía esto y cometía el error de compararme sin que me diera cuenta. pero!empece a cuestionarme si esto era lo correcto,si el auto destruirme era bueno?poco a poco me aprendí de que no tengo que compararme ni despreciar mi arte,que debía salir adelante y seguir aprendiendo,puesto que el arte es un proceso de aprendizaje en el que cometería errores y aciertos pero está bien. Nadie es perfecto.

Así que vamos!sigue creando,no dejes que nadie te limite ni tu mismo. Si crees que tu arte no es bueno,mentiras!!tu estilo es único y encantador a su manera.

Tu estilo es único puesto que es tu forma de auto expresión. El arte sigue evolucionando puesto que si es una forma de expresión,los sentimientos,ideas,gustos,creaciones,etc. Estos siguen evolucionando,esto da a entender del porque seguimos aprendiendo,puesto que seguimos auto descubriéndonos y evolucionando como seres humanos. El arte es un espejo.

No te limites,no te dejes llevar por malos comentarios o por las comparaciones. Tú eres único y tu arte también lo es,puesto que es tu manera personal de plasmar lo que sientes,lo que vives o recuerdas.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- No, it is definitely not good to constantly say "my art is not good." Although it may seem like an honest way to express your insecurities, this practice can have negative consequences for both your self-esteem and the perception that others have of your work. Why is it harmful? Self-sabotage: By constantly repeating that your art is not good, you are creating a negative narrative around your work and limiting your possibilities for growth. Impact on confidence: This attitude can erode your confidence in your abilities and make you doubt yourself as an artist. Attract negative criticism: Sometimes, people can take advantage of these expressions of insecurity to make negative or demotivating comments.

Limit your opportunities: If you constantly undervalue your work, others are less likely to take it seriously and offer you opportunities.

Ok, ok, what I understood is that it is just a form of self-sabotage, by repeating this to yourself so much you only make yourself believe it, belittling your work and making others have a negative perception of you at some point? For those who believe that their art is bad…. Focus on the positive points, it is not bad to make mistakes, nobody is perfect not even the greatest artists, stop comparing yourself in the long run it will hurt you. Doing this will only limit you. art is a whole process, a process full of mistakes. I've said it before, don't compare yourself, every artist has their own style and path, it's okay to admire others.

Art is a way of expression, expressing ideas, feelings, experiences, etc.

Art is something personal, let's say, because as I said, you express feelings, ideas, experiences, creations, etc. Just as feelings are unique and subjective for each person, each work of art is a unique expression of the artist.

I know it's difficult, but I'm sure that there are people out there who support you. Although there are people who can make negative comments, unfortunately we can't avoid it. The only thing is to avoid those hurtful comments and not let ourselves fall because then by paying attention to them…we are only harming ourselves.

In personal experiences, and I also said this and made the mistake of comparing myself without realizing it. But! I began to question myself if this was the right thing to do, if self-destruction was good? Little by little I learned that I don't have to compare myself or despise my art, that I should move forward and continue learning, since art is a learning process in which I would make mistakes and successes but that's okay. Nobody is perfect.

So go on! Keep creating, don't let anyone limit you, not even yourself. If you think your art is not good, you're lying! Your style is unique and charming in its own way.

Your style is unique since it is your form of self-expression. Art continues to evolve since if it is a form of expression, feelings, ideas, tastes, creations, etc. These continue to evolve, this gives an idea of ​​why we continue to learn, since we continue to discover ourselves and evolve as human beings. Art is a mirror.

Do not limit yourself, do not get carried away by bad comments or by comparisons. You are unique and so is your art, since it is your personal way of expressing what you feel, what you live or what you remember.

[94variant]

Craig después del Arroyo: La leyenda de los Maslany (Clip #01)

"Estoy en serios problemas" (Del capítulo/episodio "Quesito y Macaroni")

En casa de Xavier, Craig lee la nota que Xavier recibió. Por otro lado, Xavier trata de tranquilizarse; quien le envió la nota, quería ajustar cuentas con él. O eso parecía.

—¿Y bien? ¿Alguna pista?—le preguntó Xavier a Craig—.La recibo justo después de que terminó ese asunto con el Corazón del Bosque.

—No lo sé, Xavier. Quizás te confundieron con alguien más—respondió Craig sonriendo, y le muestra el sello bajo la nota—.Si te muestro quién la firmó, tal vez...

Pero cuando Xavier ve el sello, además de reconocerlo inmediatamente, se asusta. Sabe quién es el remitente.

—No, él no, él no. ¿Por qué ese niño tuvo que aparecer justo ahora?—dijo Xavier nervioso—.Definitivamente estoy frito. Él y sus hermanos...¡vienen por mí!😨

—No sé de qué hablas. ¿Ellos? ¿Podrías explicarme quiénes son?—inquirió Craig confundido—.Y por favor cálmate, ni siquiera es tan serio.

—¿Ni siquiera es tan serio? Ni siquiera sabes a quién me refiero—respondió Xavier un poco molesto, y respira profundo para calmarse—.En mis días como "el rey", digamos que hice enojar a alguien mucho más poderoso que yo...

Craig escucha atentamente.

—...cuando me derrotaste en la guerra de Captura la Bandera, ellos ganaron su libertad y ahora están furiosos—terminó Xavier—.¡Son como un cobrador de renta al que no le pagaron!😨

—¿Estás diciéndome que yo indirectamente liberé a esos niños que se enfurecieron contigo?—preguntó Craig.

—No, no lo veas de ese modo. No querían interferir en tu pelea conmigo—respondió Xavier—.Esos niños de los que hablo...tienen el apellido Maslany.

—¿Maslany? Suena como una famosa actriz de cine—dijo Craig—.No entiendo por qué les temes tanto.

—No tienes idea. Escucha Craig, esa familia es más adinerada que la mía, tienen toneladas de dinero—le dijo Xavier a Craig, para luego ponerse cabizbajo—.Si ese niño Maslany fue quien mandó esa nota, estoy en serios problemas. De haber sabido esto antes, nunca los habría hecho enojar. Es mi culpa, yo causé esto.😔

(Fin del clip #01)

(Párrafo en inglés)

Craig after the Creek: The legend of the Maslanys (Clip #01)

"I'm in serious trouble" (From the chapter/episode "Cheesesticks and Macaroni")

At Xavier's house, Craig reads the note that Xavier received. On the other hand, Xavier tries to calm down; whoever sent him the note wanted to settle scores with him. Or so it seemed.

"Well? Any clue?" Xavier asked Craig. "I received it right after that thing with the Heart of the Forest ended".

"I don't know, Xavier. Maybe they mistook you with someone else." Craig replied smiling, and showed him the stamp under the note. "If I show you who signed it, maybe—"

But when Xavier sees the stamp, in addition to immediately recognizing it, he freaks out. He knows who the sender is.

"No, not him. Not..him. Why did that kid have to show up just now?" Xavier said nervously. "I'm definitely screwed up. He and his siblings - they're coming for me!😨

"I don't know what you're talking about. Them? Can you explain me who they are?" Craig asked. "And please calm down, it's not even that serious".

"It's not even that serious? You don't even know who I'm talking about." Xavier replied, a little annoyed, and takes a deep breath to calm down. "In my days as 'the king', let's just say I pissed off someone much more powerful than me..."

Craig was listening attentively.

"...when you defeated me in the Capture the Flag war, they won their freedom and now, they're furious. They're like a rent collector who didn't get paid!😨

"Are you telling me that I indirectly freed those kids who got angry at you?" Craig asked.

"No, don't look at it that way. They didn't want to interfere in your fight with me." Xavier replied. "Those kids I'm talking about...they have the last name Maslany.

"Maslany? Sounds like a famous movie actress." Craig says. "I don't understand why you're so afraid of them."

"You have no idea. Listen Craig, that family is wealthier than mine, they have tons of money." Xavier told Craig, then looked crestfallen. "If that Maslany kid was the one who sent that note, I'm in serious trouble. If I'd known this before, I would never have made them angry. It's my fault, I caused this.😔

(End of clip #01)

[madhousebox]

"You're not so bad as everyone says"

[Español]

"No eres tan malo como todos dicen"

--- Entonces, aquí un panel estilo cómic/manga, donde Ballora le da a Springtrap un inocente cumplido, y él se comporta como un Tsundere UwU

Yo no tengo ni idea de cómo planificar un panel de cómic que sea legible y armonioso; sólo agrego lo que pienso que se ve bien. Así que si se siente sobrecargado, probablemente así sea 😬

De todos modos, estoy satisfecha en un 80% con este trabajo! Eso es mucho! Y se ve tan... pastel, y... esponjoso. ¿Eso tiene sentido? Esa es la sensación que me da 😅

---

[ENGLISH]

"You're not as bad as everyone says"

--- So, here's a comic/manga style panel, where Ballora gives Springtrap an innocent compliment, and he acts like a Tsundere UwU

I have no idea how to plan a comic panel that is readable and harmonious; I just add what I think looks good. So if this feel overloaded, probably is.

Anyway, I am 80% satisfied with this job! That's a lot! And it looks so...pastel, and...fluffy. That makes sense? That's the feeling it gives me 😅

[akonaman]

Everytime i hear news about POGOs feeling ko nag kaka justice na yung trauma na inabot ko nung 2019 Alam kong madami yung mawawalan ng trabaho but Filipinos deserve better.

- Most of the Chinese na nagwowork sa POGO are not using their real name pag pasok ng Pinas. Kaya takot na takot sila lumabas even sa mall kase baka ma question yung pagkatao nila. Kaya di na ko nagtaka kung pano nakalusot si Mayor Alice Guo. Some of them are using an English name.

- Uso kidnapping sa kanila and kapwa Chinese pa nila yung gumagawa nun kase wala naman silang bank account and puro lang sila cash pag sumasahod. 150k+ sahod nila kase once a month lang rd nila. Pero sahod na yun ng limang pinoy sa POGO.

- I won’t forget how disrespectful yung mga Chinese na kawork namin na lalaki. Most of them mas gustong babae yung partner ng Chinese on shift kase nakakapikon talaga yung ugali nila and prone sila sa away. Naranasan kong may nagsusuntukan sa harap ko while on shift. Very unprofessional. Mga bastos pa, they are sexualizing girls na kawork nila including us.

- Mostly na kinukuha nila is mga Chinese nationals na farmers, mga di nakapag aral, and laki sa hirap. Nothing wrong with being a farmer pero i would say na yung iba talaga sa kanila, wala talagang modo and halatang walang pinag aralan.

- Mapanakit sila. Nung naka gy shift ako that time may isang Chinese na trip talaga ko saktan. Habang naka break ako sa labas ng office dinaganan niya yung hita ko ng walang rason and sobrang nagpasa siya. Pinalagpas ko yun kase paborito yun ng boss. Take note na lalaki siya. There are times na bigla nya iuurong yung lamesa na kahoy minsan pag trip nya and babatuhin niya ko ng crumpled paper for no reason. He also used spoon sa balikat ko to call my attention habang kumakain ako ng lomi.

- Tatanggalin ka nila kapag may mistakes ka sa transaction. Puro pera from gambling yung need naming isend from diff banks and may isang Chinese dun na ang lala ng galit sakin. He mentioned thru google translate na malas daw ako. Shuta never ako nagka mistake sa transactions ko kase sobra akong nag iingat. Kalahating araw niya kong pinagmumura in Chinese dahil lang ako partner nya that day and hindi gumana yung pc nya.

- 12 hrs shift mo with 30 mins lunch. Literal na para kang OFW vibe pag andun ka. Yung feeling na alipin ka sa sarili mong bansa. Yung boss namin na Chinese nagagalit ng walang dahilan. Very unreasonable. Nahuli nya kong nagsasalamin and shuta sinigawan nya ko. Yung nag mentor naman sakin na babae, napuno na kase kumuha lang siya ng tissue sa box ang dami ng sinabi nung Chinese. Haha Pinakyuhan ni ate geraldine yung boss namin sabay Resign kinabukasan.

- Kung pera lang ang usapan I would say na eto yung pinaka madaling work na ginawa ko. Kase encoder kalang and same excel sheet lang gagamitin mo everyday. Pero wala siyang growth kase most of the time naka tunganga ka lang.

- I hate my experience in POGO given that 2 mos lang naman tinagal ko dahil gusto ko magpahinga sa BPO, mas ok na kong sigawan ng mga kano sa calls kesa maging alipin ng mga Chinese. Working environment there was awful for me. And inhumane. It was an eyeopener for me na wag magpa api sa sariling mong bansa.

- Some had good experiences with POGO, given that pumapantay at humihigit pa nga sa sahod ng mga bpo workers, pero sana hindi nila ma experience yung mga naexperience ko.

- There are still good Chinese na nakilala ako. Some of them kumapit na lang siguro sa ganitong trabaho to help their families in China. Sila lang yung mga pinagpepray ko na sana ok pa rin up until now.

PERO SATIN PA RIN ANG WEST PHILIPPINES SEA.

[nacho-varga-cabron]

Ey, I made an account on this weird little website just for you, Ignacio! I don’t really understand it, but I’m doing this for you. You should be grateful, I wanna know what you have to say! Since you’re always so quiet with me, you know I really think you should talk more. I like it when you give me answers that are more than one word. Always sooo tough and serious, lighten up, man! Have some fun, maybe smile more ;) Do you talk about me on here, Nachito? Ni modo, I’ll find out when I figure out how this works. I’m getting old, you have to cut me some slack :(

oh jesus christ

[cxpectopatronum]

“Look, if you’ve got something to say, don’t be shy. Spit it out.”

Era más misterioso y reservado incluso hasta para sus pensamientos más oscuros; pero la atmósfera deprimente y triste también era notada por su persona. A diferencia de la gente, claro, no transmitía más que un divertido suceso que esperaba pronto explotara. —Oh, me quejaba de mi poca paciencia, pero ni modo, a veces tienes que esperar a que todo ocurra. —Quizás había escuchado la frase en la radio. Ahora tenía sentido.

amycus & glenda : @thcgoodwitch

[technicallydecadentartisan]

Diario de une escritore aro-ace (vol. 3)

Una vez a lo largo y ancho de Twitter leí algo que comentaba une escritore —no recuerdo quién—, que elle escribía sobre vivencias que resultaban ajenas para indagar, buscar nuevas perspectivas y descubrir pequeños nuevos mundo a través de la escritura.

¿Sabes? Las historias de romance me fascinan. Hay algo que me trasmite o la empatía me hace vivir un reflejo de las emociones que trasmiten. Y es que ver/leer una comedia romántica, una historia pasional trágica o cualquiera de las narraciones del tema del Eros poseen un je ne sais quoi que me hacen querer plasmar eso en un texto propio (para quien llegue a ese relato lo viva intensamente).

De este modo, aventurarme a escribir una novela romántica se asemeja a esa sensación/situación que plasma ese escritore tuitere (me gustaron mucho esas palabras y se me quedaron grabadas).

Antes de seguir

Me quiero parar a romper algún tabú, idea preconcebida, el prejuicio de que escribir romántica es sencillo. Porque no lo es. Como cada género posee sus dificultades.

Dicho esto, continuemos

Una de mis primeras ideas era escribir un romance alo. Tengo a medias una historia de vampires con todo su erotismo y sensualidad. Parecía sencillo: los clichés los tengo, el lenguaje alo para el amor lo conozco (más o menos) y tan solo hay que entretejer en la narración los sentimientos, emociones, pasiones, pulsiones... No me pareció difícil. Claro que quizá conviene aclarar que esta historia nació cuando yo tenía 16 y no sabía que existía la asexualidad.

¿Cuál fue el resultado? Que cuando me reencontré con esta historia, ya con 27 años (después de tropezarme con ella a los 18, 20 y 22) me di cuenta de varias cosas:

El romance de les protas no era tan alo. De hecho, ella es bastante demisexual y demirromántica.

El romance alo lleno de pulsiones está en el otro protagonista. Esto creo que es así, porque su narración es más secundaria y reducida a sus puntos de vista a través de un diario.

Sí que había descripciones sobre las sensaciones de la protagonista, pero no había un objeto de deseo. Así que se quedaba un poco (mucho) a medias de lo que yo aspiraba a conseguir.

¡Vaya qué curioso todo! (no en perspectiva)

Desde los 16 hasta ahora (vamos hasta la actualidad para encontrarnos con este post) he leído un motón de novela rosa. En ella he visto narraciones vibrantes, llenas de atracción sexual, de chispas y personajes que se atraen le une a le otre sin remedio. Yo aspiraba de manera inconsciente a esto.

Voy por partes.

Se que cada autore:

posee su propio estilo;

bebe de determinadas obras y escritores;

aspira a plasmar la realidad de una manera particular.

Dicho esto, yo quería trasmitir eso que yo la mitad de las veces no sé ni que existe (mi realidad es una que no coincide con la del todo el mundo y no siempre soy consciente —creo que es algo bastante normal. CREO—): la tensión sexo-afectiva nacida de la atracción.

Spoiler: no lo he conseguido. Pero sí que mi estilo tiende a hacer introspección en las sensaciones de les personajes mediante mil recursos literarios. Así que esa manera de narrar, la tengo.

La historia que estoy escribiendo con le prota asexual y demiaro, posee también sus propios retos (como ya te he contada), pero lo que, en el fondo, quiero hacer es escribir una de esas novelas en las que cada gesto es electrizante, donde sepa cómo es la interacción alo.

¿Por qué? Quizá solo un reto mío. Una espinita clavada que aspiro algún día a quitarme. (Una vez en la vida, tampoco vamos a abusar ja, ja, ja). De momento, estoy indagando en el imaginario en pañales de los personajes asexuales y/o arrománticos (y de su espectro). Lo cierto es que me está gustando mucho. También siento que me encuentro mucho más a gusto.

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