#not using 'primera cita'

[itsblasttothepast]

I admit my last ask was made on panic only but by know I calmed down so I apologize for the pessimistic wave. The headlines just keep coming and it turned from scary to funny for me because everyone is repeating that 'anonymous sources told ESPN' and are full of 'it was understood' which seems a bit like everyone wants to be on the rumour train but they don't know how to do it. You are right again! There are so many things going on, so many drivers under a question mark, the whole mess with FIA and Ben, so many divorces and so many possible things to say and yet, Sergio stays on the centre. He really is the centre of their worlds, right? If they need drama they have Max and George barking at each other but I guess overcooking the same old story about Checo is more entertaining for them. Maybe he is the king of the sport after all? I don't want to say anything for sure but I doubt Sergio would be this sure he is staying if RBR told him that he is out. I mean, if Helmut is right then most of the shareholders are on Checo's side anyway, right? With Ford coming in and all I doubt either side of the management would want him out. And if Horner can be believed it looks that Sergio knows it too and he can stay just to piss them off - which would be funny. Them begging him to reconsider and doing everything to make sure being in RBR is as painful as can be and Checo just going 'f*** you' and staying? TV drama worthy plot - Netflix must be happy. If he's gone then I hope he takes all the money with him. It was really weird to air the 'the choice is in his hands' by Horner, I guess he knows now even more hate will be thrown at Checo (as the one who is holding the team back) - I guess I was right about Markorner planning something nasty, it's a direct attack at Sergio's mental health. And them trying to make him leave without paying anything and keeping him like some sort of a mascot? That's actually a joke. But - conspiracy theory - what if this is all a plot? Like, Sergio will stay for the year in RBR just to not get out of practice, Ford will get some experience with F1 engines of the new era and then 'bang' Cadillac is in F1, Ford moves to them (American companies theory) and Sergio just leaves for the new team that will actually support him? we know Ford would like that. And with Andretti saying there might be 12 teams... Things are getting spicy again.

People are going a bit crazy with the rumours but I don't blame them. Checo in Merc would make sense if he took on an advisory role but he wants to race still so it's not likely to happen.

One thing is sure, this week will be AWFUL but yeah, can't wait for yet another media day and the same questions. I lowkey want Sergio to tell them to fuck off in very colourful Spanish - it would be a last blow before the break.

I like your rumour but I like the idea of him plotting behind RBR's back with Cadillac and Ford even more. I would LOVE to see Red Bull be left in dust with no good drivers, no good engine and no plan after 2025. Another thing, Sergio has connections - what if he wants to help Andretti get into F1 in exchange for a seat? That would be nice. Yup, the chestappen family will be get bigger but I think they already married in LV - they were way too smiley in Quatar for it not to be their honeymoon. Franco is out of the RBR seat talks because he told Horner that he wasn't invited to the ceremony. And the Ford CEO acctually married them in the chapel so yeah. I hope after Abu Dhabi the PR team will post a video of Max and Sergio being left with RB20 alone in the garage with various objects that could cause damage. Also for a second of seriousness - I really don't see who they could put in the seat for real. Valtteri said he is out of the talks, Franco too, they are ignoring Yuki as always and with Honda going away I doubt it will change, Liam is not having a good time after the first few good races (he has the right to do badly, he's just a rookie) and he gets A LOT of bad press for his one sided beef with older drivers and for being a bit of an asshole, Daniel is enjoying his time out (and let's not forget he broke all the ties with RBR - at least officialy - after how they handled his departure and wanted him to stay as a money making amchine), I doubt they will put any of the F2 guys in, the grid is too competitive and if they have any plan of fighting next year a rookie is the last thing they need (I highly doubt Max would let himself be put into the 'teacher' role for his to be replecement). Of course there is still the thing that RBR doesn't want to fight next year because they know already that the RB21 is fucked and they know Max won't stay if the car is bad so maybe they are plotting too, to make 2025 a testing year for someone from the academy in case Max leaves after 2026 - to give some rookie a chance at learning from the best and try to make another Champion but idk. The team is toxic so we'll see.

Oh, this whole year has been panic!mode for ChecoFans:

So don't worry, we have our pessimistic moments because honestly everything around us is just talking about the damn contract! Quoting the same source over and over (and the original source saying they are all rumors as well...). What pisses me off is that Lawson is the one everyone is saying will get the seat, when YUKI TSUNODA has been busting his butt and yet he's ignored.

I think Checo knows his contract, and this is why Marko and Horner want him out. I bet they didn't want him renewed, but the shareholders took the decision seeing how the team is falling apart. They can't deny Checo gets data to improve the blasted car, however it's so bad that when they fix one thing, ten others come up.

I can't imagine how Drive To Survive will portray this, but I bet half the season will be about how Checo fails and Max is the hero (nothing against Max, it's just the narrative DTS chooses).

Having a 12th team also makes things interesting, I can imagine that team being owned, managed and drived by Checo. And stealing Max for the team, just for funsies.

It's only tuesday but I'm already ready to kill several reporters... and Checo is golfing and listening to Pablo Alborán. King.

Ah, many say Max it's the Mastermind (ft. Taylor Swift), but I think it's Checo the one who is plotting everything for RBR downfall, leaving in 2026 with everything. If the whole firing thing it's true, then I hope he gets all their money and goes loudly, airing all the dirty laundry.

Honestly, nobody is prepared for that second seat; they think it's easy being Max's teammate, but the pressure and demands of that seat are just for the strong-willed; and the team is supportive at times, and then backstabs you... I love Yuki, but I don't see him taking the heat and keeping calm; Lawson is worse.

Marko saying the 11 garage doesn't trust Checo anymore it's just the cherry on top of this toxic cake, just what we needed, another Marko-speech about how Checo let his garage down and now they won't get their bonuses because they lost the WCC... and what about before Checo when they were third in the WCC? who was at fault then about letting the team down? Ugh, that old man pisses me off! (muttering to myself: maldito viejo rancio)

My take in the game: Checo WILL WIN ABU DHABI, just to show everyone he's in total control of this game, and then Max will come and this will happen:

With - obviously - this song in the background:

While all the drivers clap and get teary.

[blogdeunamujer]

puedo decir que llamaste algo mi atención...

[necromancercoding]

CÓDIGO #138 | Nothing is ever the same.

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♦ Primer prompt del Codember 2024 (Fragment) de @elalmacen-rp. Una firmita con inspiración en Mollymauk Tealeaf/Lucien Tavelle/Kingsley Tealeaf. ♦ No quites los créditos ni uses como base. ♦ Todos los colores y fuentes son modificables. Si no sabéis cambiar algo, preguntadme por ask y os echaré una mano. ♦ Las citas son de Fragments de Heraclitus. La primera imagen es de Kroovv y la segunda de Yarpell.

[spanishskulduggery]

Exciting news for me: I’m working with Spanish-speaking families now in a social work adjacent job capacity! I feel really good about my listening comprehension (as long as it’s not idioms haha), and I think my speaking will get better as I get less nervous.

I’ve been struggling with phone calls in Spanish. Do you have advice for scheduling time/place to meet up? Do people generally use words equivalent to english “meeting up” or does it get phrased differently/structurally?

I also wonder if you have any tips for improving my “r” pronunciations or learning to roll my “r”s. I have a decent approximation but it kills me sometimes ESPECIALLY with common names it’s brutal.

Last question :D I dont look like I speak Spanish and my name is very USAmerican. I’m obviously not a native speaker. And since I often speak worse when I’m nervous, I’m worried about making sure the family knows I speak spanish / understand it really well so they feel comfortable talking with me. Have you ever struggled with this sort of thing? Do you have ideas for what might be reassuring to tell them?

In my experience, the verb/word in general is reunirse con alguien [or encontrarse con alguien]

It's reflexive, so you would say ¿dónde podemos reunirnos? "where can we meet up?" [or, ¿dónde nos podemos reunir?] - or using encontrarse - same thing, just encontrarnos or nos podemos encontrar

I've found that "meeting point" or "rendezvous" is typically el punto de encuentro/reunión

...And "a meeting" with someone is often la reunión even for things like staff meetings or work meetings etc. Otherwise sometimes people say la cita which is "appointment" but also "a date" so that's not always something I'd recommend but it does make sense

Anyway in general I would be saying like ¿cuándo quieres reunirnos?

And usually it's like ¿A qué hora es más conveniente? "At what time is it most convenient?" or just qué hora; or saying ¿Cuál día te conviene? "What day works for you?"

I've found that people use convenir [with indirect objects] as "to be best for someone" or "to suit someone" or "to work for someone" in terms of being convenient. Or they use venir bien or some idiomatic form [like venir(le) de perlas is "to be really good (for someone)" or "to be great"]

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As far as RR. I tell people the way to do it is to press your tongue to the ridge right behind your front teeth [people have said "it's the place you burn your mouth when you bite into a slice of pizza that's too hot"], and you blow air

Usually it's that Spanish-speakers put their tongues more to the top of their mouth when saying R, while English-speakers have it lower in the mouth. If you keep it up higher, you'll hear it trill more as you hold it

But in school they had us practice with estoy corriendo en el ferrocarríl a lot

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I usually do okay unless I'm nervous, then I start sounding worse. And I just try and tell people, háblame más despacio, a veces me cuesta entender todo lo que me digan la primera vez which is "speak to me more slowly, sometimes it's hard for me to understand what people tell me the first time"

And sometimes just asking what words mean like ¿qué quieres decir? or ¿qué significa ___?

Or if I didn't hear someone right I say ¿cómo? "huh?"

Most people are understanding, and usually I can get away with saying things like puedo hablar y entender español más o menos... o sea, a veces es más, y a veces mucho menos jaja and I try and be funny

[xas24]

Balde doing a vlog with you and hes all lovey dovey w u throughout the whole video💕

gazing ~ alejandro balde

summary: alejandro can’t keep his eyes off his girlfriend whilst filming a youtube video with her.

y/n tried to hold in her laugh as she watched alejandro attempt to balance her camera against the stack of hardback books. she knew the camera was on due to the flashing, tiny red light and she made a mental note to put his struggling face in the usual mini bloopers at the end of the video.

he finally fixed the camera and sat back onto the couch with a relieved sigh.

“hecho?” (done?) y/n softly giggled as he gave her a little smile and a nod.

“vale, siguiendo con el vídeo...” (okay, carrying on with the video..) she brought her phone up and opened it to the instagram questions she had saved from a few days back.

she wasn’t really a massive youtuber, but she had a small channel with a few thousand subscribers, which had then started to increase once people found out she was dating alejandro balde.

she didn’t think much of it and honestly forgot about her random videos she had posted up there; but obviously, being alejandro’s girlfriend, people wanted to know more about her and their relationship.

so after about two months of putting it off, she finally decided to cave into everyone’s pestering and sit alejandro down for a quick and short video of answering some of the fans’ questions about them.

and that is what they were currently attempting to do - the two sat close together on the couch, infront of the camera that y/n mainly used for these random videos.

“sí, continuemos.” (yes, let’s carry on) alejandro replied as y/n looked through the many answers. alejandro’s eyes never left her focused figure, brown eyes taking her in. the corner of his lips upturned a bit the longer he stared at her, before turning his gaze to the camera, knowing it caught him staring.

“¿cómo se conocieron?” (how did you both meet?) she read out and looked towards him.

balde answered whilst glancing between her and the camera. “bueno, ella es amiga de uno de los miembros de los medios de comunicación social en Fútbol club Barcelona y vino a entrenar con ella una vez. nos conocimos a partir de ahí.” (well, she is friends with one of the social media members at Football club Barcelona and she came onto training with her once. we met from there)

y/n nodded, slightly blushing. “sí, no quería molestarles durante el entrenamiento. soy un gran aficionado del barcelona y como mi mejor amiga trabaja allí, pudo llevarme sólo una hora.” (yes, i didn’t want to bother them during training. i am a big fan of barcelona and since my bestfriend works there, she was able to bring me just for an hour.)

alejandro looked at her whilst she talked. his arm, that was first resting on his knee, went to lay against the back of the couch behind her.

“vale, next question..” alejandro chuckled at her heavy accent on her english statement. he loved when she randomly started speaking english around the house, even if he didn’t understand some of the things she was saying.

“¿qué hiciste en tu primera cita?” (what did you do on your first date?) y/n looked at alejandro and immediately burst out laughing, both of them already knowing the answer.

“nada!” (nothing!) y/n chuckled. “no hicimos nada.” (we did nothing)

“¡no lo digas así!” (dont phrase it like that!) he laughed along with her, slightly covering his face.

“me hace parecer un mal novio por no hacer nada en nuestra primera cita!” (it makes me look like a bad boyfriend for not doing anything on our first date!)

y/n reached forward and cupped his face in her hands, having to hold her laughter in but she couldn’t help snickering. “no! eres el mejor novio del mundo!” (you’re the best boyfriend there is!)

she kissed his cheek a few times and alejandro let her, not wanting to playfully push her away just because there was a camera watching them. his arms circled around her body and he pulled her closer to his own.

y/n pulled back and turned back to the camera, leaving alejandro’s arm around her waist.

“ya éramos amigos desde hacía meses y nos sentíamos muy cómodos el uno con el otro, así que acordamos quedarnos en casa y ver una película.” (we already were friends for months now and we were very comfortable with eachother so we agreed to stay home and just watch a movie)

“sí, aún así fue divertido. también cenamos y nos relajamos.” (yeah, it was still fun. we had dinner aswell and just relaxed) alejandro chimed in too.

y/n went to add onto the answer and alejandro just watched her, completely infatuated and smitten. the hand on the back of the couch came up to toy with the strap of her dress, which is an unconscious habit he liked to do sometimes.

he would often start playing with her clothing, her jewellery, her hair and y/n didn’t mind. in fact, she loved when he did that. it made her feel comforted, having that close proximity with him most of the time.

he watched, or more stared, at her whilst she spoke, eyes jumping for one feature on her face to another as his teeth bit down on the inside of his cheek. his fingers kept mindlessly playing with the soft material of the bow tie holding her dress up.

that’s how the rest of the video went, which was only for a few more minutes. y/n asked the questions and answered some of them. she would turn to alejandro for his opinion, which he would reluctantly give, before helplessly returning back to daydreaming and gazing at his girl.

[popiaswife]

Hola. No se que más decir, por favor no me juzguen tan feo, junte mucha seguridad para tratar de publicar algo. Tiene mucho que no escribo, y no tengo beta, eso, adiós.

Disclaimer, Angst, use el nombre de mi Oc pero si gustan mientras lo leen pueden usar el suyo. CopiaxFemOc, Espero poder traducirlo y adaptarlo en inglés.

La suerte estaba hecha da, los días del cuarto de los Emeritus estaban contándose, nada ni nadie podría hacer que algo de eso cambiara, por mucho que lo intentaran, nada funcionaría, la razón ya estaba, incluso cuando ninguno de los dos lo quería, incluso cuando Luna planteaba mil y un escenarios, un cuando defendía a capa y espada el trabajo de su marido.

Copia dentro de su lista de cosas que le gustaría que le concedieran marco una en particular, un último baile.

No una gran fiesta, ni una gran cena, solo un baile, íntimo. No imaginaba que se lo concederían finalmente una noche antes de la tan triste fecha marcada. Al menos lo habían aceptado.

Los preparativos fueron tristes, Copia había logrado hacer las paces con su su próximo destino, la única cosa que aún le dolía era dejar a su amada, porque sabía que ella sentiría como si se muriera pero tristemente para ella, su corazón seguiría latiendo mientras que a él le estarían haciendo los respectivos rituales funerarios, homenajes. Copia escogió el traje que ella más amaba, el de militar, cada que lo usaba Luna no paraba de hacerle cumplidos como mínimo; él al menos iba con la satisfacción de poder tener a su amada en brazos, de poder volver a bailar con ella.

En otra habitación para que no se arruinara tanto la sorpresa, estaba Luna, poniéndose el vestido que habían usado en su primera gran cita, aquel rojo pomposo, aquel con el que también habían tenido su primer beso en la primera que tuvo que ir con sus mejores galas, por más que lo intentaba, las lágrimas no paraban, ¿cómo se supone que dejes ir al amor de tu vida? ¿Cómo se supone que te resignes a despertar y ya no verlo a tu lado? ¿Cómo te resignas a ya no dormir en sus brazos cuando él es tu lugar seguro? ¿Se puede? ¿Se puede morir de amor? No, infaustamente para ella tendría que vivir con la ausencia de la persona que más amaba. Habían tardado años en encontrarse, otros tantos en que fuera aceptado y ahora le quedaba una vida sin él.

Respiró. Tomó los productos, y empezó a maquillarse una vez que sintió que el rostro estaba lo suficientemente desinflamado, no iba a dejar que uno de sus últimos momentos ella pareciera una especie de desastre, lo mínimo que podía hacer era aparecer en la puerta y fingir, fingir que tendrían más momentos así para poder disfrutarlo, de lo contrario, de recordar que era el último, empezarían a brotar las lágrimas nuevamente en cuanto lo viera.

Finalmente en el salón, a través de los hermosos vitrales, acompañados de la Luz de la Luna y velas, una pequeña orquesta, finalmente se encontraron. Los pasos resonaban e entre las maderas, cada vez más rápido, pasó a paso hasta que estuvieron frente a frente.

“Dolcezza, ¿me permite esta pieza?” Hablo Copia con una voz calmada y suave mientras hacía una referencia ofreciendo su mano.

“Como todas las que te aceptado en esta vida, Bene Mio.” Luna contestó de un modo suave mientras aceptaba su mano e iban al medio del salón, no sabía de donde sacaba fuerzas para mantener sus lágrimas dentro de ella, para incluso estar sonriendo, tal vez empezaba a agradecer que mínimo tenían esa oportunidad.

En medio del salón y la Luna como testigo, sus cuerpos reaccionaron de inmediato desde la primera nota. Las manos de Copia la rodearon por la cintura, las manos de Luna por su cuello. El mayor la pegó a él, la cara de su amada estaba recargada en su pecho, podía oír sus latidos, los latidos que la calmaban en cada noche tormentosa, cuando los truenos aparecían y el simplemente se reía mientras la envolvía en sus brazos y las cobijas, la diferencia entre ambos hacía que ambos encajaran como rompecabezas, Luna no podía mirarlo a los ojos, no cuando los de ella ya estaban llorosos, no cuando Copia estaba tranquilo.

“Cariño, por favor”. Habló él nuevamente, Luna no tuvo opción más que mirarlo, y se encontró directamente atrapada en su mirada, Copia aprovechó para moverse un poco más que a los lados, un par de vueltas para volver atraparla en sus brazos.

Una verdad notoria era que pareciera que ninguno de los dos se quería soltar, no había prisa, no había nada más que hacer, y realmente así podían quedarse por el resto de sus vidas naturales, así esperaba estar con él en el más allá, o en la próxima vida, los brazos de ambos parecían sogas, parecían querer amarrarse mutuamente y el momento también, los segundos, todo el tiempo que pudieran, porque más que un mañana ya no habría.

Este era el final. En los últimos segundos de la canción Copia la sujeto con todas sus fuerzas, aún más de lo que duró el vals, Luna sostuvo la cara de su amado con toda la gentileza que tenía en sus tacto, parándose de puntitas, Copia se inclinó, sus labios se juntaron como si nunca lo hubieran hecho, como si una necesidad de tenerse cerca estuviera presente, Copia lo único que quería era saber que un día ella volvería estar contenta, Luna hubiera deseado que en ese beso se le hubiera ido la vida para seguir con él.

La canción se acabó, bajaron los instrumentos, se sentía como si se hubiera cerrado un telón, y las lágrimas finalmente cedieron.

[anunusers]

On Repeat

go to 'on repeat'/heavy rotation playlist on spotify/apple music, throw it on shuffle and share the first 10 songs you get

Thank you my love for the tag @charliehoennam ! ♥️

1. Primera Cita by Carin Leon

2. Temporary by Eminem & Skylar Grey

3. Cry by Cigarettes After Sex

4. Más allá de sol by Joan Sebastian

5. It’s always you by Chet baker

6. Adiós amor by Christian Nodal

7. Promise by Laufey

8. I found a reason by Cat Power

9. Not like us by Kendrick Lamar

10. Lonely day by System of A Down

Jeez my playlist is everywhere lol thank you for the tag again!!! ♥️

Tag list: @emma-frxst @ilovedavidloki @caffeineplusmypen @missuswalker

[etherealninfa]

THE FIRST DATE. Inspector Gadget X Oc fanfic. (CannonXOc) Chapter 1: "The assistant".

preliminary notes: The next fanfic is based on the Inspector Gadget series from 1983. This is a cannon X Oc fanfic. This has been translated from Spanish (my native language) to English. So I apologize if, at times, my vocabulary is very basic. I translated this with the help of my own knowledge of English and with the help of online translators. The original Spanish version of this fanfic is published on Wattpad, I leave the link here in case anyone wants to read it in that language. https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/351610192-la-primera-cita-inspector-gadgetxoc-%2B18

Summary: Ninfa has been the assistant of the most important inspector of the Metro City for some few years ago and that time working together has made her fall deeply in love with him. She has never confessed her feelings for fear of ruining her friendship and professional relationship with Gadget.

One day the evil Dr. Claw decides to set a trap for Inspector Gadget, which will cause them both to get involved in a peculiar situation were Ninfa will hear an unexpected confession from his boss.

Chapter 1: The assistant.

Ninfa's POV:

Like every day, the alarm went off an hour before I started getting ready. The sky was still dark but it was almost time for the sun to decide to peek out and dry the dew from the leaves. I turned on my light and almost automatically took my diary from among the objects on my nightstand and began to write:

"I cannot swear with certainty whether there was any other revelation in my dreams more than his constant image in my head; but, what I am sure of, is the vast time that has passed since I last wrote about him in these pages. The problem It's the continuous state of immobility between us: without any change in the way he sees me or the way he talks to me. Still... every day I feel a pang of nervousness and happiness before arriving at work... before to see him.

Gadget is my boss so it is normal that everything remains as it has been until now, although deep down, I have the hope that one day I could write something very different and beautiful concerning the both of us: something that could be a beautiful memory, to read after several years together and happy. Or, the other option instead, would simply be to see this diary become a testimony prior to my trip to teraphy if my lovebstory turns out to culminate in an end worthy of being represented in some dramatic tragedy."

How ashamed I feel to say it and, at the same time, how liberated I am. I feel like a little girl experiencing her first love affair, and even more so because the only person aware of my secret is that: a little girl. It's Penny, Gadget's niece. At her young age she is very intelligent and knew how to read my feelings about her uncle. Maybe I was too obvious about that. I remember the first time she and I talked about it:

-Ninfa, you like Uncle Gadget, right?- she asked me, almost knowing the answer.

-Of course not, Penny! That would be crazy. I don't understand what makes you think that.- I answered, obviously nervous.

-Mmmm... Maybe because of the way you stare at him, how much you care about him and the jealousy that you clearly express when you see him interested in some other woman... I don't know, that and many other things I seen.- she smiled at me.

-Well, with the last thing you said, what does it matter if I feel that?-silence- If that were the case... your uncle would never see me that way. He has already made it very clear every time another woman is involved in one of our missions. Even...even though they work for MAD and our goal is to arrest them, there he is always flirting with them and doesn't listen to reason. He says: "Oh, no she is so beautiful to be bad."-sigh.

-Don't worry... I think that, more than that, Uncle Gadget tends to get totally absorbed with his work. It's something very important to him. Also, you are his assistant and perhaps that is what keeps him distant. Just because he doesn't say it doesn't mean he doesn't feel the same as you.

-Will you keep the secret, Penny? Please.

-Don't worry, I won't tell him anything.

Since then, I have never touched on that topic with anyone else. Penny had become my confidant; Someone who wouldn't miss the slightest opportunity to joke with me about it. She laughed every time when she saw my face completely reddened by the simple fact of mentioning something about Gadget or raising some romantic situation between him and me. Part of it made me uncomfortable but I couldn't help but feel happy and smile like a fool just imagining the possibility of having something with him.

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After writing I'm going to take a shower, I still had plenty of time. My name is Ninfa, I am 27 years old, I work as Inspector Gadget's assistant and I has been in love with him for a long time. I think it's already pretty clear. Shortly before I graduated from the police academy, he had already set his sights on me. From time to time he would go along with other officers to witness the students' exams and, most of the time, he would act as an evaluator and since he has been very important always, everyone was trying to impress him. I would be lying to you if I told you that I wasn't trying to do the same. I just didn't like to express it or being so obvious. I preferred keep that desire like I now do the same protecting my feelings under lock and key, in the depths of my heart.

The atmosphere itself became heavy and competitive between everyone when Gadget was around. As soon as they saw the opportunity to talk to him, they all let themselves go in swarms. Several times I wanted to be part of all that hubbub but it overwhelmed me so much and it was better for me to go away from there. so from afar, I always observed him so willing to pay attention to each one who approached him. He looked so confident and proud as he told about his life and his work as part of the police. Perhaps that admiration was already the first shoots of my future infatuation that only took a few pinches of closeness to begin to germinate. And I, distant but so aware of his movements, did not suspect that I would soon have my long-awaited meeting with him.

It happened after a physical test on a circuit; followed by a simulation of confrontation with criminals. In the latter, who was playing the role of a criminal during my turn had managed to take my gun and immediately went behind me to attack me. However, since I was younger than now I have had considerable training and knowledge in martial arts, which gave me resources to successfully confront my aggressor until I managed to subdue him. Despite having solved the problem, letting me steal the gun was something that might not have helped my grade at all; Still, without my knowledge, Gadget asked my superiors for their opinion of me and took a look at my entire academic history  and other files. They called me and it was there that I was able to meet him for the first time. As I was in my last months as a student, he did not hesitate to offer me the position as his assistant. And I am here now.

I finished getting ready and ran as quickly as possible to the office. Generally we always meet there waiting for some order from Chief Quimby but there are times when we are both off duty and we still have to be prepared in case an emergency happens. I always try to arrive earlier than him to have everything ready and inform him of the tasks or news of the day.

On that occasion everything seemed, strangely, very calm but at the time I couldn't notice it. Since there wasn't much to prepare, I simply started to boil water in case, upon arriving, my boss wanted a coffee. While I turned on the coffee maker and grab the spoons, sugar, and some cups, I couldn't help but feel anxious thinking about the moment when he would appear through the door; I could already imagine his kind and innocent smile as he greets me.

******

After several minutes, Gadget finally arrived. Everything was just as I had described it before: he said good morning to me, he went to his chair and asked me to update him on everything that was important for the next few hours. I offered him a cup of coffee and he accepted it. I turned to prepare it while my chest was beating very quickly and strongly. I felt the heat of red that was giving color my cheeks. There were so many emotions that I was beginning to feel overwhelmed but at the same time I enjoyed it.

-Here's his coffee, inspector- I told him, placing the cup in front of him on the desk.

-Thank you, Ninfa- he replied.

I could also notice a certain blush barely appearing on his face the moment he sipped the coffee; but I did not want to take that possible natural reaction as a sign of something that, perhaps, were simple illusions fueled by my dreams. The thought of seeing Gadget nervous with me seemed so far away; so I wasn't going to allow my mind to play tricks on me. That had always been my position until that last moment, but what happened next took me by surprise and clouded my vision so much that I couldn't see everything that was about to happen between the two of us the next hours: something that, without spoil the surprise, I not even would have imagined among all the possible scenarios described in the confessions in my diary.

-And... How has your morning been? -he asked me after taking a first sip of coffee.

-Everything is calm and uneventful.-I smiled at him-and...how is your morning?

-Well, everything is quite normal, I guess.-He answered. -Well...- he remained silent for a few moments, as if he hesitated to say what he had in mind.

-Something happens?

-Nothing, don't worry Ninfa-soft laugh-Just a few things that have turned over in my head but it's nothing to worry about.

He looked a little tense and restless but without exaggerating. It was strange to see him insecure. I have to admit that Gadget was a bit clumsy but he couldn't be accused of being a coward. He never hesitate when taking actions and decisions. The same thing happened when it came to talking about something necessary. So it was strange to see him that way. With that in mind, I didn't press the issue any further. And, just when I thought that the rest of the day was going to continue with the same tranquility, the ringing of the inspector's secret phone gave a twist to that morning:

-Hello? -He answered his phone-Chief Quimby? I'm here at the police station... okay, I'm going there.-he ended the call and turned to see me-Chief Quimby wants to see me in his office. I'll be back in a few moments, okay? -Without further ado, he left for where Chief Quimby was waiting for him.

Gadget's POV:

I had no idea what specifically Chief Quimby had planned, but I was pretty sure it was about Ninfa, my assistant. Otherwise, he wouldn't have called me to talk privately. For a few weeks now, the chief and I had been discussing her and her future as a member of the Metro City police force for some time. Since she arrived here, she has never gone unnoticed and certain events that have occurred in recent months have caused her to be in the crosshairs of certain high-ranking members of the institution.

-It's me, boss, can I come in?- I said after knocking on the door of Chief Quimby's office.

-Come in, Gadget. Take a sit.

-Have you made a decision, Boss?- I asked as I sat down.

-Yeah. It is obvious that your assistant has worked very well during the years that he has been part of the team. Despite her young age, it is surprising what she has achieved in such a short time. The truth is it would be unfair not to give her this opportunity, she easily qualifies for the position we have in mind.

-Do you mean...

-Yes, that same one. I know it's impressive, but you more than anyone know about the requirements and you can't deny that she achieve them to the letter. Of course, she will have to take the exam but it is only a necessary procedure, it is obvious that she will pass it without problems.

-You're right, boss.

-Well, I think we can break the news now. I'll let you start with that, you're her immediate boss so I think it would be good if you were to announce it first. -He argued while lighting his pipe. -That was all, Gadget, you can leave and don't forget to send me the latest report of the arrest you carried out. .

-I understood.

******

On the way back to where Ninfa was, I thought about everything my head was trying to process at that moment. It wasn't the first time that such valuable information was at my disposal but this time it felt so different from the rest. It was like if, deep inside, I didn't feel ready to talk to Ninfa about this. I simply couldn't...but it was my obligation and it would be a breach of it and something very selfish on my part if I didn't do it as soon as possible, as Chief Quimby ordered me to do.

The morning heat was nice and I was a total mess inside. From here, and without needing to be in front of her, I could see Ninfa waiting in the office. I stood in front of the door and breathed to force my face to change to a friendlier one. I turned the knob and found myself in front of her again: she was drinking some coffee with vanilla, the way she liked it. Our eyes met once I was walking into the office.

-Everything in order, boss?- She asked me, getting up from her seat.

-Yes, Chief Quimby is very happy after our last victory. So much so that...I have a feeling he's been recommending you for a promotion.

-A... a promotion?- She said, very surprised.

-Yes, you know: you can have a higher rank. It's really not something common for someone your age but, based on your skills the last few months...I'm sure that the Boss will consider without hesitation my recommendations regarding you and the higher ups will not doubt his word.-smile-Maybe ...you may be the agency's most important inspector in the future, who knows. I think... - I said with all the sincerity in the world - you would be a very good inspector, if you ask me. You are brave, intelligent and have the ability to think quickly when needed.

She looked at me for a few moments in silence. I could see how her expression changed, but I couldn't define it as a happy face, rather as a face full of melancholy.

-Oh...so...that means I won't be working with you anymore? -She asked me somewhat distressed.

I couldn't help but feel some compassion when I saw that unconventional response. I expected that she would be excited about this possibility that several here aspired to without stopping to think about her old and soon-to-be ex-boss. But I could feel that, in our case, that might be expected because of how close Ninfa and I became by working as a great team; not only on missions but also outside of work.

-Come here- I said, placing my hand on her shoulder.-You've done a very good job since you arrived a few years ago, and you deserve to be rewarded for that.  I'm not suggesting we won't meet again, I just think you could be the future inspector and who knows, I even know you could be the station leader. You don't have to feel pressure...I think.

-But... you... you wouldn't have any problems if I stopped being your assistant? -she said, getting closer to me.

She was very close at this point, as if she, with that action, was seeking some comfort; and, I admit, that did not bother me. On the contrary, I liked that attention.

******

Due to our work, it is obvious that Ninfa and I spend most of the time together. The closeness and trust that we have placed in each other has created the bond that we have today: one that has managed to transcend, to a certain extent, beyond the professional. I have felt the need to involve Ninfa in my life, which means that she has been part of moments that I would only share with those who are closest to me, such as my little niece Penny and my dog Brian. Ninfa has been present on several travels, parties and many other moments dedicated to my family. She and Penny got along so well, to the point that Ninfa has become something of a role model for my niece. So seeing her react that way to the news was something that affected me and warmed my heart.

-Of course I wouldn't like someone else to take your position as my assistant either. You are the only person I consider my right hand. We make a good team as inspector and assistant...but I also know that it is something that you deserve and that deep down you want, that's why there is nothing more important to me than doing what is best for you.

She just looked at me with those same eyes of disbelief. With a glow that implored me to hold her and prevent the inevitable from happening; and with all my years of experience in life and my skills in reading people, I already suspected, in part, what maybe was really going on but, honestly, I didn't dare to accept it. Not because I didn't like it but maybe... our positions at work didn't allow me to take another step; but maybe...just maybe the fact that Ninfa wpuld not be longer my subordinate and takes a rank equivalent to mine...maybe it will be an opportunity to have a free path, I thought. She probably didn't see it that way now. If she accepts that promotion, we would no longer be see each other every day like we have until now, I know; but that would open the possibility of seeing each other in another way. I only needed to confirm what I had sensed for a long time; so I approached her until our faces were a little closer together:

-Did I forget to mention that you are a charming person in every way?-I said in a softer tone of voice. -I haven't said anything about how friendly you are and the great relationship you have with everyone at the institution. You deserve every bit of the praise you receive, Ninfa. And maybe... maybe also something extra, if you know what I mean. -I smiled slightly at her and watched to see if she noticed the closeness of her body to mine.

-Something extra?-She asked, with her brown eyes wide open.

I looked into those big eyes and gently took her closer. I figured I could open up a little more about it. Soon there would be nothing stopping me from taking things to another level.

-You know...I can't describe it, but there's something there.-I was very nervous, I admit it-You and I connected, don't you feel the same way?

- Inspector... I...- is the only thing she could say, nervous and with her cheeks red.

I made our faces even closer.

-Ninfa, you don't have to be scared. We both know what I mean and if you don't...-I said as my heart beat faster. Our lips almost touched each time I moved closer to her. -I just want...- my mouth was so close to hers-I just want...

Just then, someone knocked on the door...

-to be continued...-

Well, this is the first chapter, I hope you like it. Sorry for my english. Hope to have the second chapter soon. heart and comment if you liked it <3 tell me if you want a tag in the next chapter and also if you have some doubts feel free to send all to my asks.

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Dos Opciones

Day 6 of Narcoctober- Write non-English language fic.

Characters: Maria Elvira x Miguel Gallardo, Maria Elvira x Female!OC

WC: 424

A/N: Took four courses of Spanish in college but I'm def not gonna tell you how much time it took to write less than 500 words lmaoo. I tried to not use Google Translate as much as I could, but still ended up needing it and I'm not even positive this is 100% correct, but I did my darndest. I also so much wanted to expand upon this way more, but I think I need to become more comfortable writing in another language for that. I put the English translation below as well, so enjoy both!

Sin quererlo, había concertado dos citas para la misma noche. La primera fue con una mujer que había conocido en el supermercado la otra mañana. Sus carritos chocaron entre sí con un fuerte ruido y la mujer, en respuesta, dijo: “¿Quién necesita café con un despertar así?”.

Era una broma tonta pero había hecho reír a María por primera vez en semanas. Probablemente su rostro había envejecido mucho más de lo necesario con todo lo que había sucedido en los acontecimientos recientes. La sonrisa que estalló en ella era muy merecida después de todo lo que había pasado últimamente, todo por ser esposa de Miguel Gallardo.

Pero claro, estaba el propio Miguel que había rogado tener una conversación durante la cena. Deseaba tener la oportunidad de hacer las paces, de que las cosas volvieran a ser como solían ser. Su reacción inicial fue decirle que se fuera a la mierda, pero había dejado que los pensamientos de su mente siguieran su curso antes de darle una respuesta. Pensó mucho en la historia que compartían juntos. Cómo se enamoraron. Los niños que crearon. El imperio que estaban construyendo. Deseaba que fuera tan fácil como un abrir y cerrar de ojos decir simplemente no. Pero ella dice que sí porque siente que se debe a sí misma y a sus hijos al menos escucharlo. Después de todo, el amor nunca fue algo que se desvaneció en el aire.

Se vuelve aún más difícil cuando María piensa en la noche que compartió con la mujer del supermercado. Se encontraron en una cafetería de la ciudad y pasaron horas conversando. Las dos mujeres ni siquiera se habían dado cuenta de cuánto tiempo había pasado hasta que el barista comenzó a limpiar el café. Era fresco y nuevo, y María no recuerda la última vez que sintió mariposas. Tampoco recuerda la última vez que habló de sí misma con tanta libertad. Estar en presencia de alguien que estaba tan profundamente comprometido en aprender todo lo que había que saber sobre ella.

Podría ir a alguna parte. Definitivamente hubo chispas en el simple beso que sus labios compartieron cuando terminó la noche. Estaba familiarizada con la sensación de mariposas en el estómago, pero con esta mujer sentía halcones.

María se encuentra con dos citas para esta noche. Ella no puede hacer ambas cosas. Se viste para cenar y su mente salta entre sus dos opciones. ¿Debería limitarse a con quién se siente cómoda o permitirse ser aventurera?

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Without meaning to, she had arranged two dates for the same evening. The first was with a woman she had met in the grocery store the other morning. Their carts collided with each other with a loud bang and the woman, in response, said “Who needs coffee with a wake up like that?” 

It was a silly joke but it had made Maria laugh for the first time in weeks. Her face had probably aged so much more than necessary with everything that had happened in recent events. The smile that broke out on her was much deserved after everything she’d endured lately, all for being the wife of Miguel Gallardo.

But then, there was Miguel himself who had begged for a conversation over dinner. He desired a chance to make amends, to get things back to how they used to be. Her initial reaction was to tell to go fuck himself, but she had let her mind’s thoughts run its course before actually giving him an answer. She thought long and hard about the history they shared together. How they fell in love. The children they created. The empire they were building. She wished it was as easy as a drop of a hat to just say no. But she says yes because she feels like she owes to herself and to her children to at least hear him out. Love was never something that got zapped into thin air, after all.

It makes it even harder when Maria thinks about the night she shared with the woman from the grocery store. They met up at a coffee shop in town and had spent hours engaged in conversation. The two women hadn’t even realized how much time had passed until the barista started cleaning up around the cafe. It was fresh and new, and Maria can’t remember the last time she’s felt butterflies. She also can’t remember the last time she spoke of herself so freely. To be in the presence of someone who was so deeply engaged in learning everything there was to know about her. 

It could go somewhere. There were definitely sparks in the mere peck that their lips shared when the night ended. She was familiar with the feeling of butterflies in her stomach, but with this woman, she felt hawks.

Maria finds herself with two dates for tonight. She can’t make both. She gets dressed for dinner, her mind bouncing between her two choices. Should she stick to who she's comfortable with or allow herself to be adventurous? 

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I hardly ever go on tumblr anymore but I have to make a post about this.

I took a quick trip down to Orlando from late Thursday evening til early Sunday morning to see CNCO perform a show on Friday (since there’s still no word about the northeast US like originally promised 😒) and

Oh

My

God

They were INCREDIBLE

Their harmonies and dance moves and their vocal runs (especially Richard- that boy can SING) and Zabdiel playing guitar for Primera Cita, and everything. It was perfect and I wish I could turn back time to see it again. 😭😭 I’m SO mad at WK for taking this talent away from us, this magic that they have together as a group. It’s their fault and I will forever hold a grudge. 😤 I really really hope that after a bit of time apart, after trying some solo stuff, the guys will get back together as a group under a totally new management team. One that will help them succeed as much as they deserve.

And I am so upset at the team for not making plans to go to Europe and other parts of the world. They all deserve to see the guys one last time. What I think they should do, if they’re not going to tour Europe or Asia, is to film one of the live shows or do it separately at the stage they used for the virtual show (with the camera getting up close to the guys of course, so then again maybe not at a real show so that the camera doesn’t block anyone’s view), and put it up for sale so we can all have it. I would buy it gladly, so I can watch it whenever I want. But really, they should go to Europe (if Richard can handle hanging on a big longer, that is. He seemed happy and enjoying himself at our show. He really does love performing, it seems. Also, his family including Aaliyah was there 🥹 as well as Erick and Zab’s families too 🥹)

And in Orlando I also FINALLY met two cncowner friends that I connected with on tumblr/Twitter and started texting with every single day since discovering CNCO during quarantine. It was absolutely amazing to meet in person after all these years 😭😭🥰🥰

I cannot stop thinking about the show now that I’m back home. The post concert depression is hitting HARD

[coupleofasexuals]

Sal is a proud Heart Thief! (´꒳`)♡ / Sal es un ladrón de corazones orgulloso! (´꒳`)♡

I saw this post and absolutely loved the fit and the pose!! I imagined it as Sal and Serena's first date after she recovers her vision, so they tried to look their best! (Plus she cut her hair just to impress him, keke) / Vi éste post y amé la ropa y la pose!! Me imaginé que ésta sería la primera cita que Sal y Serena tendrían después de que ella recupera la vista, así que intentan verse lo mejor posible! (Además ella se corta el pelo para impresionarle, keke)

Also, a little sneak peek to their sprites! I decided I would be making one for Sal too, just to mess around/ dress him with different things/ match the style and etc, it also helped me settle the way I draw men! / También, aquí hay un pequeño vistazo a sus sprites! Decidí que haría uno para sal también sólo para jugar con él/ vestirlo con diferentes cosas/ igualar el estilo y etc, también me ayudó a establecer la forma en la que dibujo hombres!

Reference: @chimchiri (This post)

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La Catrina: episodio gay

Summary: En mi clase de español, ellos miren un telenovela se llama "La Catrina" cada viernes. Esta obra de mieda inspiró sobre episodio 8 donde Felipe y Carlos discuten y luego se abrazan. Las notas de autor son para contexto. No son muy importante, pero ellas agregan a el cuento. Si quieres mirar canon, es en YouTube

Also! Warning! I do not know how to Spanish nearly well enough to be writing fic so if anything is grammatically stupid or the dialogue disgusting, I know. It's bad. I learned many new words because of this.

Word count: 726 and you can feel my suffering in every single one of them

Tw: Carlos has a dash of internalized homophobia but nothing too severe. Use of one (1) swear.

Taglist @the-one-and-only-aroace (you made me suffer so now i'm returning the favor) @kale-of-the-forbidden-cities @gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss (you agreed to this it's not my fault anymore)

On Ao3 (although i might find out how to orphan a fic so i don't have to view this monstrosity ever again) or below the cut!

    En el Instituto del Monterrey en Querétaro, Carlos da una caminata a través de generalmente pistas de tenis abandonadas, pero esta vez, él ve a Felipe, practicando su saque. 

    --¡Hola! --dice Carlos, saludando a Felipe. 

    --¡Hola Carlos! ¿Quieres jugar al tenis conmigo?

    Carlos sonrie. --Sí. 

    --...pero no soy bueno en el tenis… --Felipe admite. 

    --No te preocupes. Soy malo también. Podemos ser malos juntos. 

    Carlos camina al otro lado de la red, tomando una raqueta de una papelera. 

    --¿Me quieres servir primero o tú quieres servir primero? --Felipe pregunta. 

    --Tú estás más cerca de las pelotas de tenis; tú vas primero. 

    Felipe rebota la pelota antes de servir sobre de la red y Carlos la devuelve. 

    --¿Has hablado con María recientemente? --pregunta Felipe.

    --No, no desde ella que se enferma.

    Felipe anuncia, --Cero-quince --antes de servir la pelota otra vez. 

    --Pero, Jamie me dijo que ella no quiere infectar a nosotros. 

    --Sí, sí. Esto tiene sentido. 

    Dos servicios más después, el tanteo es cuarenta-quince. Felipe no es tan malo como él cree. 

    O Carlos quiere que gane Felipe. 

    Felipe está preparando el próximo servicio cuando Roberto pasa caminando, saluda a ellos. 

    --¡Hola, Carlos!

    Carlos saluda a Roberto. --¡Hola, Roberto! ¿Vas a trabajar en las oficinas de salud?

    --Sí, claro. No tengo una vida. --Él sonrie. --¿Guárdame un partido para mí, ok?

    Roberto camina lejos, Felipe mira su culo. Un poco. 

    --Conoces a todos por aquí, --Felipe comenta, sonriendo. 

    Carlos se encoge los hombros. --Es por el restaurante de mi familia. Las personas necesitan comer.

    --Hay una cosa no entiendo. --Felipe dice, sirviendo la pelota. 

    Carlos devuelve la pelota y la cae en la tierra del lado de Felipe. --¿Qué?

    --Él es…guapo. ¿Por qué tú no le has pedido en una cita?

    Carlos da un paso atrás. Este no es un tema del que se hable mucho aquí en Querétaro. 

    --Sólo he hablado a él, como, dos veces. No conoce a él muy bueno, a pesar de lo que piensas.

    Carlos sirve la pelota primera de su partido segundo. 

    --Otra vez, él es guapo. ¿A quién le importa?

    --Él también es, ya sabes, un muchacho. --Carlos enfatiza la sílaba última para probar su punto. 

    --¿Y qué sobre Paco? Entonces explica por qué tú conoces todos los hombres en un radio de treinta kilómetros. 

    --¿Qué no entiendes sobre el restaurante, Felipe? 

    Carlos sirve la pelota. 

    --Si eso es verdad, ¿Por qué son todos tan bonitos?

    Carlos rueda los ojos. --Es la farmacia de nuevo. --Él suspire. --Tal vez es porque nosotros en la prepa y jóvenes suelen ser más bonitos que viejos pedos. 

    --No te creo. 

    --Porque es la verdad. 

    --¿Estás seguro? --Felipe levanta una ceja (como Rogelio en episodio 3) 

    --Sí. --Él trata concluir la conversación con otro saque. 

    Ellos juegan en silencio hasta que el partido termine. Carlos gana este partido, y el tanteo es igual. 

    Felipe es un poco mejor en tenis generalmente, pero Carlos puede servir muy bien.     

    Pero ahora Felipe es el servidor otra vez. 

    --Ha pasado mucho tiempo desde que jugué al tenis, --Felipe dice. 

    Carlos toca el cebo. --¿Sí?

    --Sí, no desde que Michael era mi novio. 

    Carlos hace un pequeño sonido. --Felipe, no puedes hablas así aquí. Tú no sabes quién está escuchando. 

    (Nota del autor: Santana, un detective muy visible, está escuchando. Ellos no saben que él está aquí. Solo creo que eso es gracioso.) 

    --¿Y a quién le importa?

    --Mis padres, para uno. El gobierno, para dos. La sociedad, para tres.

    --Vuelvo a los Estados Unidos en un mes. ¿Qué me pueden hacer ellos en otro país?

    --Don Silvestre es muy poderoso. Él usa los pesticidas ilegales. ¿Tú piensas que a él le importa sobre una frontera?

    Felipe piensa por un momento. --Pero…él niño es guapo…

    --¡Sí, pero no es el punto! Nadie puede hacer algo sobre él y las cosas siguen empeorando. 

    Felipe casi se ríe del triunfo. --¿Pero qué si las cosas son diferentes?

    --Entonces mi respuesta será diferente.  --Carlos hace una pausa. --Pero no es el caso…

    --Así…si te pedí en una cita, tú respuesta es un no. Está triste. Tú eres más guapo que Roberto e incluso Paco. --Felipe dijo en voz baja. 

    Carlos piensa. --Qué sobre esto: si gano este partido, olvidamos está conversación sucedió. Si ganas, voy a una cita. Y veremos. ¿Tenemos un trato?

    Felipe sirve la pelota, sonriendo. --Sí. Dale. 

[makingthetablesturn]

hoy escribo esto, casi a una semana de que se haya terminado todo entre nosotros.

me es chistoso cómo en una simple plática se pierden 3 años de relación. claro que era momento, o tal vez no, pero es curioso que no sientas ni un mínimo dolor tras tomar la decisión, en mi cabeza sabía que ya no me dabas lo que quería y quería huir pero me detenía todo lo que vivimos y lo que planeábamos vivir.

quiero escribir unos ejemplos porque me gusta recordar, y que en unos años, cuando me encuentre con este post, lo pueda leer con alegría y no melancolía.

viví contigo momentos tan importantes, tan relevantes, como fue mi primera pandemia encerrada en casa, buscando tener citas diferentes que no podían ser diferentes porque estábamos encerrados, fuiste mi primer viaje a la playa con algún novio, fuiste la persona que me acompañó en mi vida foránea cuando llegué completamente perdida a otra ciudad, fuiste soporte, fuiste mi familia. Contigo visité museos, zoológicos, restaurantes, estaciones de metro, metrobús, camiones de taxqueña, de miyana, camiones con destino a Taxco, caminamos muchísimo, nos empapamos en la lluvia, regamos comida en la cama mientras veíamos alguna serie, usé tus gorritos, usé tus sudaderas, nos regalamos cosas (usb de cocodrilo, collar de sirenita, sudaderas, chamarras, perfume, cartera, fotos) reímos mucho, lloramos, nos enojamos, peleamos, nos besamos y abrazamos mucho, conociste a toda mi familia, me llevaste a Zacatlán a conocer a tu familia, usamos sombreros, nos disfrazamos en halloween, nos tomamos fotos en Navidad, me diste flores, te canté muchas canciones, bailamos mucho, comencé un álbum de fotos pensando en que cuando tuviéramos unos bebés pudieran ver nuestra juventud. Tras mi mes antes de ser médico pasante, decidimos mudarnos un año juntos, vivimos en la parte más bonita de la Ciudad de México, Coyoacán, comenzamos una vida oficialmente juntos, cocinamos, hicimos labores del hogar, me llevabas y traías al hospital, dimos vueltas y prácticamente éramos expertos de la zona, tomamos muchos buses con destino a diferentes lugares, me viste estudiar, te vi trabajar, fuimos a Six Flags, nos amamos muchísimo, organicé una sorpresa cumpleañera, salimos a citas, fuimos al cine, fuimos a mil plazas, fuimos al turibus, conocimos muchos lugares de la ciudad juntos, hubo muchos bailes, Mamma Mia, te obligué a escuchar Taylor Swift todo un año entero, me llevaste a eventos, conocí más de tus amigos, me enfermé, te enfermaste, comimos muchas crepas, vimos mucho rap, comimos pastel, adoptamos plantitas, te graduaste, pasé algunos exámenes, nos peleamos, nos reconciliamos, fuimos a XV’s, fuimos a una boda, te invité a presenciar un evento que cambió el sentido de mi familia, invitamos amigos al depa, hicimos enchiladas, vi millones de ojos durante este año y me di cuenta que ningunos me encantaban como los tuyos.

entre las cosas que planeábamos a futuro, que creo yo, es lo que más me duele: platicamos sobre tener niñas(que hace no mucho lo mencionaste de nuevo), casarnos, viajar juntos, que me vieras ser oftalmóloga, incluso bromeábamos con que yo te iba a mantener, verte ascender en el trabajo, vivir juntos, crecer juntos, ir a africam safari, volver al acuario, visitar algún día Grecia, terminar Greys Anatomy, ver This is Us, no tener mascotas, tener más plantitas, más cumpleaños, más aniversarios.

y fue increíble y no te odio, claro que estoy dolida por ahora porque te amo con todo lo que hay dentro de mí, y yo quería darlo todo. pero me quedo con que aprendí, conocí, y amé como nunca lo había hecho.

no sé qué tan cierto era lo que pensabas que el amor romántico se iba esfumando con el tiempo, y que ninguna pareja tras años de estar juntos puede seguir sintiendo y haciendo lo mismo que al inicio, pero yo sé que es posible, y soy ingenua o como sea, pero espero lo encuentres y puedas dar todo de ti, al igual que yo quiero encontrarlo. igual y la vida, en un tiempo nos vuelve a juntar, cuando hayas podido darte cuenta que puedes amarme a mi medida, o cuando yo me de cuenta que soy bastante intensa y pueda cambiarlo, y podamos estar de nuevo juntos, mientras tanto, no hay nada más, con todo lo que me amaste y me hiciste sentir me cambiaste para siempre.

quiero cerrar con una frase que amo últimamente y me gusta aplicarla a todo lo que pasa mi alrededor ‘los tiempos de Dios son perfectos’

[nadeshikoiraependragon]

Hello!! I think this is the first time I talk to you guys, well I actually write, usually I just think of myself as a poet and do some simple edits to images and put my own phrases or just quotes, but with the Nier automata anime it made me want to draw and although it is not the best I think it was quite decent *proceeds to mess it up with coloring* A :,D *cries*

Anyway, this is my little contribution to the anime of one of my favorite games and I hope to post more things and interact in the future, please be nice to me ♪(´▽｀) And excuse the bad English, I'm literally using google translate.

Spanish:

Hola!! Creo que esta es la primera vez que les hablo, bueno, escribo en realidad, normalmente solo me creo un poeta y hago algunas ediciones simples a imágenes y pongo frases mías o solo citas, pero con el anime de Nier automata me dieron ganas de dibujar y aunque no es lo mejor creo que quedo bastante decente *procede a arruinarlo con el coloreado* A :,D *llora* En fin, este es mi pequeño aporte a el anime de uno de mis juegos favoritos. De todas maneras, espero publicar más cosas e interactuar en el futuro, sean amables conmigo por favor ♪(´▽｀)

[lilisouless]

Yo me refería al equipo de vesturario de stranger things 🥺

No buscan comunicar con el vestuario. No creo que a todos deba gustarles eso pero si trabajan no solo en la industria de la moda, sino específicamente en vestuarios de personajes, pensaría que porque quieren contar historias con la ropa.

Y me encanta la ropa que elegiste para Alina, me interesa cómo la elegiste

Ah ya, es que me confundieron los tags

Ok, traté de pensar en el personaje al final de la saga, mientras que en un principio pienso que se vestiría con ropa que no la haga llamar la atención y luego podría empezar a imitar lo que otras personas quieren que use pero finalmente llegaría a su estilo, basándome en lo que se sabe de Alina

1- Lo admita o no, sí le importa su apariencia y no es muy masculina , así que si usaría ropa con colores que la hagan sentirse bonita y femenina . Dado que es algo melancólica a lo largo de la serie, usaría colores alegres para definir el cambio en su vida

2- Está muy conectada y nostálgica con las historias de su infancia y la pequeña Alina de los flashbacks era muy traviesa e inquieta, por lo que pienso que tendría un toque infantil (no demasiado) su estilo final

3- Le gusta pertenecer a algún lugar y ser útil, así que aunque use ropa bonita tampoco sería nada muy llamativo sino algo cómodo que le permita moverse y mezclarse entre la gente

Así que lo que interpreté con eso sería

-Alguna pieza en común que combine con casi todo: mezclilla, es resistente y cómoda

-Overoles para ese toque infantil con rayas de colores o camisas con dibujos , además gorros de mezclilla bordada como accesorio frecuente

-Camisas blancas cuando quiera sentirse más madura y tranquila, un vestido blanco y ligero para ocasiones especiales como una cita o un día de campo

-Joyas de oro pero pequeñas, que no se cambie muy a menudo sino que se pueda dormir y bañar con ellas. Le escogí de solecito porque pues ya sabes y de gatito por oncat (si no le gustara no la adopta)

-De calzado por lo general tenis para poder hacer sus tareas o jugar con ganas y sandalias cuando quiera un día más tranquilo

-Pero para fiestas formales puede olvidarse un rato de la comodidad, están el vestido dorado y el azul con estrellas, zapatos de tacón y joyas un poco más llamativas (las perlas) . En esos elegí los colores como referencias, el azul a la primera kefta, a la kefta dorada y los zapatos a la negro con dorado

De la vestimenta casual de hecho, en lo que buscaba me salían resultados de “estilo de los noventa” y ahí me basé para que el estilo quedara más o menos consistente

Lo voy a poner abajo para que se guie alguien que vea esto y no sepa que onda

[kerolystar2]

**Chapter 3: First Steps Into Something Real**

I don’t know exactly how it happened, but one day, she said yes. After weeks of persistence, charm, and trying every trick in the book to impress her, Nina finally agreed to go out with me.

Our first date was in a park, with a bag of popcorn in hand and a sunset that looked like it was plucked straight out of a cliché movie. She chose the spot, of course. When she arrived, wearing a blue knit sweater and jeans, her hair down, I had to fight the urge not to smile like an idiot.

“You’re late,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“Two minutes, Nina. And I brought this as an apology.” I held out a cup of coffee, the same kind I always saw on her desk during class.

She smiled faintly—a real smile, the kind that made me forget every sarcastic comeback I’d prepared.

“It’s cheaper and quieter than a crowded restaurant,” she said matter-of-factly, glancing at me sideways.

I laughed, more out of nervousness than anything else. I wasn’t used to someone so... straightforward.

As we walked, we talked about movies. I told her about my favorite films, my passion for storytelling, and how I dreamed of directing something that could change lives. She listened intently, but when I asked about her favorite movies, her answer caught me off guard.

“I like films that make me forget. Anything that keeps me from thinking about the real world for a couple of hours is good enough.”

I went quiet for a moment, trying to figure her out. Nina was a mystery, and I found myself increasingly drawn to that.

In the days that followed, we started meeting more often. Always simple things: walks, street food stands, an outdoor cinema. Never expensive dinners or elaborate plans. To my surprise, I loved it. Me—the guy who always made an effort to impress with gifts and carefully planned dates—was completely content just being with her.

But something else was changing in me, and I didn’t fully realize it until my phone buzzed in the middle of one of our dates. It was a message from a girl I had gone out with months ago, along with a provocative photo and a “Missed you.”

I deleted the message without even replying. It wasn’t the first time I’d done that since I started seeing Nina, but at that moment, something clicked.

“Aren’t you going to check that?” she asked, nodding at my phone.

“It’s not important.”

And it wasn’t. For the first time, those messages meant nothing.

Nina wasn’t like anyone else. She didn’t send me giggling voice notes or texts begging for attention. She didn’t ask me to hang out at random hours or send flirtatious pictures. In fact, sometimes I’d spend hours waiting for her to text back, only to realize she was too busy living her life.

“Damn,” I thought one night, staring at my silent phone. “Now I know how girls feel when I don’t reply. Why am I here waiting for her to call or text when I could just go out and meet any other girl?”

But the truth was, I didn’t want to.

Our first dates were like that: simple, with no grand expectations, but with a connection that grew stronger with every conversation. I tried breaking the ice with jokes and stories about my wild nights out, while she chuckled softly, looking at me as if to say, *“You’re so predictable.”*

I was used to girls who expected me to take the lead in everything, but with Nina, it was different. She challenged me. When I suggested watching an action movie, she insisted on a documentary about investigative journalism. When I proposed an expensive dinner, she chose a taco stand on the corner.

And that’s how she started winning me over—without even trying.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

**Primeros pasos hacia algo real**

No sé exactamente cómo pasó, pero un día ella dijo que sí. Después de semanas insistiendo, coqueteando y tratando de impresionarla de todas las maneras posibles, Nina aceptó salir conmigo.

Nuestra primera cita fue en un parque, con una bolsa de palomitas en la mano y un atardecer que parecía sacado de una película cliché. Ella eligió el lugar, por supuesto. Cuando llegó, con un suéter azul de lana y unos jeans, el cabello suelto, tuve que esforzarme para no sonreír como un idiota.

“Llegaste tarde,” dijo, levantando una ceja.

“Dos minutos, Nina. Y traje esto como disculpa.” Le extendí un vaso de café, el mismo que siempre veía en su escritorio durante las clases.

Sonrió levemente, una sonrisa genuina que hizo que olvidara cualquier respuesta sarcástica que había preparado.

“Es más barato y menos ruidoso que un restaurante lleno,” dijo sin ceremonias, mirándome de reojo.

Me reí, más por nervios que por otra cosa. No estaba acostumbrado a alguien tan... directa.

Mientras caminábamos, hablamos sobre películas. Le conté sobre mis producciones favoritas, mi pasión por crear historias y cómo soñaba con dirigir algo que pudiera cambiar vidas. Me escuchó con atención, pero cuando le pregunté sobre sus películas favoritas, su respuesta fue inesperada:

“Me gustan las películas que me hacen olvidar. Cualquier cosa que me saque del mundo real por un par de horas es suficiente.”

Me quedé callado por un momento, tratando de descifrarla. Nina era un misterio, y me sentía cada vez más atraído por eso.

En los días siguientes, comenzamos a vernos con más frecuencia. Siempre cosas sencillas: caminatas, puestos de comida callejera, un cine al aire libre. Nada de cenas caras o planes elaborados. Y para mi sorpresa, me encantaba. Yo, que siempre hacía un esfuerzo por impresionar con regalos y citas perfectamente planeadas, estaba completamente cómodo simplemente estando con ella.

Pero algo más estaba cambiando en mí, y no lo noté del todo hasta que mi celular vibró en medio de una de nuestras citas. Era un mensaje de una chica con la que había salido meses atrás, acompañado de una foto provocativa y un “Te extrañé.”

Eliminé el mensaje sin siquiera responder. No era la primera vez que lo hacía desde que comencé a salir con Nina, pero en ese momento algo hizo clic.

“¿No lo vas a contestar?” preguntó, señalando mi teléfono.

“No es importante.”

Y era verdad. Por primera vez, esos mensajes no significaban nada.

Nina no era como las demás. No me enviaba notas de voz llenas de risitas ni mensajes pidiendo atención. No me invitaba a salir en horarios extraños ni enviaba fotos provocativas. De hecho, a veces pasaban horas sin que me respondiera, solo para darme cuenta de que estaba demasiado ocupada viviendo su vida.

“Carajo,” pensé una noche, mirando mi teléfono en silencio. “Ahora sé cómo se sienten las chicas cuando no les respondo. ¿Por qué estoy aquí esperando que me llame o mande un mensaje, cuando podría salir y conocer a cualquier otra chica?”

Pero la verdad era que no quería.

Las primeras citas fueron así: simples, sin grandes expectativas, pero con una conexión que crecía con cada conversación. Intentaba romper el hielo con chistes y historias sobre mis aventuras en fiestas, mientras ella se reía suavemente, mirándome como si dijera: *“Eres tan predecible.”*

Estaba acostumbrado a chicas que esperaban que yo tomara la iniciativa en todo, pero con Nina era diferente. Ella me desafiaba. Cuando sugerí ver una película de acción, insistió en un documental sobre periodismo de investigación. Cuando propuse una cena cara, eligió un puesto de tacos en la esquina.

Y así fue como me fue conquistando, sin siquiera intentarlo.