#ochoa imagine

[holygrailimagines]

Marriage

Tonight, was probably one of the biggest celebrations of Memo’s life, he was the best man at Chicharito's wedding. The whole night was drinks after drinks as you and Memo danced your feet off on the dance floor. It didn’t hit you how drunk he really was until 2 am. The only reason you knew was because of how emotional he was getting. Every time he looked at you, his eyes would well up with tears and he would boast to everyone near you about how he was going to marry you and how you were the future mother of his future children. 

“Con cuidado mi amor, no more.” You said sweetly, reaching for the thousandth cup of wine he poured himself. He quickly downed it before you could take it away. You sighed, realizing it was time to head home. 

“(Y/N), I love you soooooo muchh. I would die without you. I never felt that way about anyone.” He confessed his love for you for the millionth time tonight. He began to sloppily caress your face, tears streaming down his face. You smiled at him, getting butterflies in your stomach. 

“I know, I love you too. Now, let’s get ready to go home.” You say pecking his lips. You call a cab as two of his friends help transfer him from the venue into the cab. You sit next to him and buckle him in as his head is thrusted back on the seat. He looks almost dead. You close the cab door when suddenly, 

“¡ADIOS MIS AMIGOS!” He leapt up into action, frantically waving goodbye at the remaining guests at the wedding. You giggle as he begins to blow kisses at them. The whole cab ride home is just filled with him slurring words that made absolutely no sense. When you arrived, it took you about an hour to get inside. You practically had to drag him up the steps and into your shared home. 

“Weeeee!” He cheered weakly with eyes closed as you continued to drag him into the bathroom. You don’t know how but you managed to sit him up on the toilet. He kept dozing off as you brushed your teeth and removed your makeup. You got a wet paper towel and gently cleaned his face. He sluggishly pointed at his mouth, indicating he too wanted to brush his teeth. So, you brushed his teeth for him. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said with a mouth full of toothpaste. You smiled as you continued to brush his teeth. 

At this point, he was slightly more sober, and it was easier to bring him into the bedroom. You gently removed his shoes and socks. You slipped off his suit and you left him in just his boxers. You began to remove your clothes too and he watched you quietly. You tucked him into bed, making sure he was on his side before heading off to the light switch. 

“(Y/N)?” You heard him ask lazily. You turn around.

“Yes?” You asked, your fingers pinching the top of the light switch. 

“If I asked you to marry me, would you?” He asked, almost fearful of what your answer would be. 

“I would be a fool not to.” 

These football players literally pulled me out of a months' worth of writer’s block in just a few hours. 

[jusalle]

Memo Ochoa Imagine!

"Mi Amor your sick"

Today you weren't feeling the best to he honest. You felt like you wanted just to sleep and throw up. You didn't want to do anything.

Usually Guillermo wakes me up before he goes to practice but this time he didn't because I'm guessing that he saw I was tired.

I looked at my phone and saw the time

"12:18"

"Fuck"

You always made food for Guillermo when he came home but he was coming home in 2 minutes. You didn't even have enough time to make anything.

You sat up and got dressed and brushed your teeth, but that's when you heard the door open

"Hola Mi Amor how ar-"

"Hi, amor I'll have you your lunch ready right now"

"Wait, hold on amor"

I just looked at him confusingly as he just stared at me

"Are you alright?, you look pale Mi Amor, are you sick?" He said worryingly

"No love, I'm completely fine and I'll start making your food right now" you said as you tried to move past him, you didn't want to tell him you were sick because you didn't want him worrying about you. He already is busy enough as it is.

As you tried to walk out the door Guillermo stopped you.

"Don't lie to me Amor, you are sick, go lay down and don't worry ill make my own food Amor"

You knew your husband was right so you law down in bed. Then he walks out the room to probably make you some soup.

Then he comes back with some soup and medicine

"Here Amor"

"Thank you love"

Guillermo then lays down next to you

"Baby, you need to leave, I don't want you to get sick"

"Y/n Amor I'll be fine, don't worry, I won't get sick"

You knew he was going to stand his ground so you let him stay. Shortly after you fell asleep.

••••

You woke up to the sound of sneezing. You turned around and saw it was your one and only husband. Then you heard a cough. That's when you knew he was sick

"Pendejo, I told you I would get you sick"

He looked at you suprised because you were awake now and just a minute ago, you were sleeping soundly.

"I'm fine Amor, I'm not sick"

"Guillermo don't lie to me now"

He just nervously laughed and said

"Well atleast we can stay home together"

You just stared at him like he was stupid

"Pinche Pendejo"

"But Y/n Amor, I'm your pendejo"

Helloo! Ik dis one was short but I hope you guys like it and enjoy it. Also I'll probably be makin more, so don't be suprised if yall see more

[caldodemazapangourmet]

ALGUIEN POR FAVOR HAGA ALGO

solo hay DOS DOS imagines de Ochoa, solo dos chicos, vamos se que pueden hacer más

me vale vrga si son en inglés, con que sean de ochoa

pls help do some Ochoa fics my fellow gringas 😭🙏

[i-care-4u]

shout out to the people that write about football players, i love you 😚💕

[germanapples]

Missing the World Cup🤧

[scarletsp1der]

ngl I wanna see kaine but mexican wit that cholo look fr, I need those shorts n white shirt wit tha ochoa looking ass hair ykkkk

[abtrusion]

Trans-national Ethnography Reading List

Studies of trans in the academy usually kind of suck. There is a tendency to speak through us, to understand our claims to gender as either pitiful or dangerously conformist, and generally to just not listen to anything we have to say. Gender has traditionally been the property of feminist theorists, who have produced a lot of great work that's well worth using. But any researcher who does not seriously contend with the anti-feminine and anti-porn tendencies of feminist theory will find it impossible to take trans seriously: we tend to be really hot, sort of sexual, and always a little bit too loud.

Ethnographic research is pretty resistant to these academic neuroses. Because ethnographic work involves months-long immersion in a group and participation in its members' daily lives, ethnographers are forced to identify with trans people for extended periods of time, which tends to bleed away the worst of this shit [1]. Ethnography also has a strong ethic toward preserving research subjects' ways of seeing the world, enforced via direct quotes, frequent narration, and the prioritization of endogenous terms which research subjects already use. As a pleasant side effect, this also makes ethnographies a bit clearer to read than your average academic tome.

So with that in mind, I've got a list of stuff to read. If you are unused to academic jargon I would recommend the books (in italics), because they tend to be more 'traditional' and therefore readable. They're also more accessible because certain sites carry a wide catalog of free digital books. The articles aren't too bad either, but ethnography really deserves a few hundred pages more than an article gives, so the writing always looks a little bit squished. I'd read "Decolonizing Transgender in India" anyways, as well as Kira Hall's excellent piece.

READINGS

Imagining Transgender: An Ethnography of a Category. By David Valentine.

The Kothi Wars: AIDS Cosmopolitanism and the Morality of Classification. By Lawrence Cohen.

Decolonizing Transgender in India: Some Reflections. By Aniruddha Dutta and Raina Roy.

Dissenting Differently: Solidarities and Tensions between Student Organizing and Trans-Kothi-Hijra Activism in Eastern India. By Aniruddha Dutta.

Elsewheres in Queer Hindutva: A Hijra Case Study. By Aniruddha Dutta.

Subjectivities, Knowledge, and Gendered and Sexual Transitions. By Paul Boyce and Aksay Khanna, chapter in the Cambridge Handbook for the Anthropology of Gender and Sexuality.

Shifting gender positions among Hindi-speaking hijras. By Kira Hall.

Perverse Citizenship: Divas, Marginality, and Participation in "Loca-lization." By Marcia Ochoa.

Queen for a Day: Transformistas, Beauty Queens, and the Performance of Femininity in Venezuela. By Marcia Ochoa.

The Made-Up State: Technology, Trans Femininity, and Citizenship in Indonesia. By Benjamin Hegarty.

Beauty that Matters: Brazilian "Travesti" Sex Workers Feeling Beautiful. By Julieta Vartabedian.

Bodies and desires on the internet: An approach to trans women sex workers’ websites. By Julieta Vartabedian.

Footnotes

The disgust can come back once they get away from us for a while. See Annick Prieur's 1994 article and her 1998 book, which have pretty different levels of casual transmisogynistic hate.

[mydaddywiki]

Vincent Gardenia

Physique: Average Build Height: 5’ 8½" (1.74 m)

Vincent Gardenia (born Vincenzo Scognamiglio; January 7, 1920 – December 9, 1992; aged 72) was an Italian-American stage, film and television actor. He was nominated twice for the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor, first for Bang the Drum Slowly and again for Moonstruck. He also portrayed Det. Frank Ochoa in Death Wish and its 1982 sequel, Death Wish II, and played Mr. Mushnik in the musical film adaptation Little Shop of Horrors. Gardenia's other notable feature films include Murder Inc., The Hustler, The Front Page, Greased Lightning, Heaven Can Wait and The Super. But he is perhaps best known as Frank Lorenzo, Archie Bunker's jovial, singing neighbor on All in the Family.

Short, stocky character player whose furrowed brow, hawk nose and hearty manner made him an instantly recognizable figure on stage, screen and TV from the late 1950s. Gardenia isn’t classically sexy, but he does have something. I had a crush on him after seeing Moonstruck as a kid.

Born in Naples Italy and raised in New York, and whhen he was two, he was involved in the theatre in some way from then on. Gardenia also served in the U.S. Army during World War II. His first English-speaking stage role was in the 1955 Broadway play "In April Once". He made his first movie two years later, Murder Inc., and thereafter divided his time equally between films, television and the theatre.

Lets see, Gardenia never married or had any kids. Knowing that and looking at those lips of his, I image he was gay. What? I didn’t say he was gay. I just imagine he was. There’s a difference. Gardenia passed away on December 9, 1992 from a heart attack at the Benjamin Franklin Hotel in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

RECOMMENDATIONS: Moonstruck (1987) Little Shop of Horrors (1986) Heaven Can Wait (1978) Death Wish (1974)

[bodyalive]

On the Texas Border, Folk Healers Bring Modern Touches to Their Ancient Practice

Known as curanderas, they carry on a tradition long revered in local Hispanic culture.

By Edgar Sandoval

Photographs by Verónica Gabriela Cárdenas

Edgar Sandoval grew up in Mexico and the Rio Grande Valley, where Verónica Gabriela Cárdenas lives and where both covered this story.

Dec. 16, 2023

On a recent day, Chriselda Hernandez heard a knock at her door in the Texas border town of Edinburg. It was a college student who said she was suffering from a string of bad luck. A drunken driver had crashed into her car. Then someone broke into the new car she was driving and stole her laptop. “I need a limpia,” she pleaded — a spiritual cleanse.

Ms. Hernandez moved to an altar in her living room that bore an image of the Virgin of Guadalupe. Slowly, she mixed a concoction of sage and palo santo, a wood native to South America, and lit it with a match. Then she turned back to the young woman and waved the healing smoke over her body.

“You are holding on to something,” Ms. Hernandez whispered to her. “Let it go. There is no shame.”

For generations, Hispanic communities along the Southern border have turned to curanderas, or folk healers, like Ms. Hernandez, often seen in the popular imagination as old women with candles and religious icons operating in the shadows of society out of rusty shacks.

But the ancient healing art has entered the age of Instagram. More and more younger people are taking on rituals they learned from their grandmothers and deploying them against 21st century problems. They conduct limpias on public beaches, trade recipes online for blocking “envy energies” and sell artisan candles bearing the image of Our Lady of Guadalupe in shops. Their clients are often college-educated, like Clarissa Ochoa, the young woman who went to Ms. Hernandez for help.

“I think it’s an honor to be a curandera; it is something very beautiful, but also very limiting,” said Ms. Hernandez, 42. “I feel like we are breaking those boundaries, that curanderas are just herbs and little old ladies. My calling is just to heal whoever I can.”

A culture of folk healing preceded the arrival of Spaniard conquistadors to Latin America and Mexico. Over time, curanderos, a term used for healers of both genders, began mixing Indigenous rituals with elements of Catholicism and influences from Asian and African folk traditions along the way.

The practice has taken hold in Texas’ Rio Grande Valley, located a stone’s throw from the Mexican border, in large part out of necessity. Hidalgo County, home to McAllen and a majority Hispanic population, has one of the highest rates in the nation of people without health insurance, and many people rely on curanderas for lack of other affordable options, said Servando Z. Hinojosa, a professor of anthropology who teaches a class on Mexican-American folk medicine at the University of Texas Rio Grande Valley.

Mr. Hinojosa said many Hispanic residents also tend to be mistrustful of the medical establishment. This is especially true when it comes to mental health. A recent study by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention found that while the number of Black, Asian and white people who have sought mental health care treatments has climbed in recent years, there has been very little movement among Latinos.

“There’s an element of distrust, but there is also structural alienation,” Mr. Hinojosa said. “They are a population that will seek affordable resources, and they will go to where the products are and where the advice is to be found.”

In the past, the medical establishment has warned people not to rely on folk remedies for physical ailments, some of which can be harmful. Many Latino children have fallen ill and even died after consuming such remedies known as albayalde, azarcon and rueda, powders often used for stomach-related illnesses that have been found to contain lead.

Curanderismo has become so accepted in the Rio Grande Valley that it is not unusual to see street signs and TV ads advertising folk healing services.

Ms. Hernandez said her great-grandmothers had both been parteras, or midwives. When she was a little girl, she said, she discovered that she possessed her own set of gifts; as she grew older, she said, she began interacting with an entity she believes to be the Angel of Death, Azrael. She works at a cellphone call center and lives with a girlfriend in a modern house in the suburbs of Edinburg, a city close to the border.

“You make it your own. There is no right or wrong. You do what’s right for you,” Ms. Hernandez said.

Another modern folk healer, Danielle López, 39, a former student of Mr. Hinojosa who said she also learned she had a don, a gift, as a young girl, has embraced the moniker of millennial curandera. She has combined the old traditions she learned from the grandmother who raised her, Consuelo López, and an aunt, Esperanza Rodriguez, with new skills learned at institutions of higher education.

Her academic record includes a master of arts in interdisciplinary studies with a concentration in Mexican-American literature, medical anthropology and Latin art history at the University of Texas Rio Grande Valley. She is completing a doctorate in English with a focus on borderlands literature at the University of Texas at San Antonio, where she is also a lecturer.

“For me it’s a continuity,” she said of her spiritual work. “I feel like we need it more now.”

It is not unusual for people to ask her for trabajitos, little jobs, including blessings, limpias and home remedies, when she is not buried in books. Not long ago, Ms. López got a request to bless a new business for a friend. When Ms. López cleansed the establishment with a bouquet of roses, six petals fell, prompting her to warn her friend that six people “did not have good intent.”

“They may say they are happy about her new business, but they are not.”

She also sometimes offers more science-based advice. When people tell her that they are feeling anxious or cannot sleep, she recommends that they cut their intake of sugar or caffeine. Because the advice comes from a curandera, she said, people tend to trust that she has their best interests at heart.

The concept of a curandera is so pervasive in Latino enclaves that in September the Texas Diabetes Institute, a state-of-the-art facility operated by University Health on San Antonio’s west side, a historical Mexican-American neighborhood, brought back to its lobby a sprawling wall-size painting, “La Curandera,” by the Chicano painter Jesus Treviño, who died early this year. The painting had been removed for restoration.

Still, when it comes to luck and matters of the heart, many people avoid professional help and turn to curanderas, because there is no substitute, said Sasha García, 39, a curandera who is known for her fire-red hair.

In northern Mexico, where Indigenous culture is not as widespread and the Catholic Church’s hold is stronger, Ms. García said, her ancestors often operated in the shadows to avoid the stigma associated with folk healers. By contrast, on the American side of the border, she not only feels freer to practice openly, but some Catholic priests stop by for her counsel, she said.

Ms. García welcomes clients at La Casa de la Santísima Yerberia in the city of Pharr, near McAllen, next to two imposing statues of La Santísima Muerte, skeletons each wearing red and black robes. Ms. García reminds people that while the image of La Santísima, a Latina version of the Grim Reaper, may evoke frightening emotions, death is to be revered.

“If you pray to her properly, she can heal and deliver love, freedom and wealth,” she said. “I only ask her for positive things.” (She laments that criminal elements along the border and in Mexico have appropriated the image.)

On a recent afternoon, Jocelyn Acevedo, 27, a frequent client of hers who runs a credit repair service, arrived for her monthly limpia. She had heard about Ms. García four years ago and after the first limpia, she said, she saw her business begin to boom. She was so convinced by the session that she since has regularly driven 60 miles from nearby Starr County, near the Rio Grande, for her sessions. She now has a tattoo of La Santísima.

Ms. García instructed Ms. Acevedo to rub three coconuts all over her body. Ms. García then broke them on the ground to release what she said was the negative energy her client had been carrying.

“Did it work? Of course,” Ms. Acevedo said.

Ms. García has embraced touches of modernity along with the old customs, including consultations now offered over FaceTime. Her clients have responded with their own offerings from popular culture, including a sign one brought in that now hangs on the front door: “Witch Parking Only.”

“No one listens,” Ms. García said with a smile. “The word may be becoming more modern, but we curanderas are still here. Just don’t park in my spot.”

Edgar Sandoval covers Texas for The Times, with a focus on the Latino community and the border with Mexico. He is based in San Antonio. More about Edgar Sandoval

[haveyoureadthistransbook]

Trans*historicities edited by Leah DeVun and Zeb Tortorici

goodreads

This issue offers a theoretical and methodological imagining of what constitutes trans* before the advent of the terms that scholars generally look to for the formation of modern conceptions of gender, sex, and sexuality. What might we find if we look for trans* before trans*? While some historians have rejected the category of transgender to speak of experiences before the mid-twentieth century, others have laid claim to those living gender-non-conforming lives before our contemporary era. By using the concept of trans*historicity, this volume draws together trans* studies, historical inquiry, and queer temporality while also emphasizing the historical specificity and variability of gendered systems of embodiment in different time periods. Essay topics include a queer analysis of medieval European saints, discussions of a nineteenth-century Russian religious sect, an exploration of a third gender in early modern Japanese art, a reclamation of Ojibwe and Plains Cree Two-Spirit language, and biopolitical genealogies and filmic representations of transsexuality. The issue also features a roundtable discussion on trans*historicities and an interview with the creators of the 2015 film Deseos . Critiquing both progressive teleologies and the idea of sex or gender as a timeless tradition, this issue articulates our own desires for trans history, trans*historicities, and queerly temporal forms of historical narration. Contributors. Kadji Amin, M. W. Bychowski, Fernanda Carvajal, Howard Chiang, Leah DeVun, Julian Gill-Peterson, Jack Halberstam, Asato Ikeda, Jacob Lau, Kathleen P. Long, Maya Mikdashi, Robert Mills, Carlos Motta, Marcia Ochoa, Kai Pyle, C. Riley Snorton, Zeb Tortorici, Jennifer Louise Wilson

Mod opinion: I haven't read this yet, but if I was ever able to get my hands on a copy I would love to read it.

[holygrailimagines]

Perfect

Summary: Very short, fluff, reader x memo

You and Memo were the classic black cat and golden retriever couple. You were introverted, he was extroverted. You liked simple colors; he liked eccentric colors. You were fall and he was spring. Despite all these differences, everyone knew you guys were perfect for each other. 

Tonight, you were both at an extravagant event. You were wearing a simple, cream, satin dress. The thin straps hung on your shoulders as the dress hugged your body perfectly. A thin shawl of the same color and material, loosely intertwined between your arms. Memo was dressed in a light blue suit that was fitted especially for him. You guys were seated at a round table, decorated with a white cloth and dimly lit candles. You held his hand under the table, his thumb caressing your knuckles. Memo was making great conversation with the guests, and you would watch, admiring the man who was yours for life. Sometimes, you would pip in and every time you did, Memo would kiss you on the cheek. After some time, it seemed as though the music got louder, beckoning the guests on to the dance floor. 

“Do you want to dance, mi reina?” He asked, whispering in your ear. You bit your lip, shaking your head no. 

“Not now Memo, can we just sit for a while longer?” You replied, you just needed some time to adjust before being thrown into another social activity. He pecked you on the lips, he used one hand to brush a strand away from your face. Your eyes glossed under the candle lights, and you watched as his face softened.

“Of course, mi amor.” He said, knowing that you weren’t big on dancing anyway. You guys spoke a little more at the table, laughing and caressing each other. Finally, you decided it was time to dance. You stood up, placing your shawl on the back of the chair. Memo smiled lovingly, he stood up and held your hand, leading you through the crowd of people. The music was soft and slow, almost like it was made for you guys, for this moment exactly. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close. Your arms intertwined around his neck; your cheek pressed against his cheek. You both swayed to the music, and it felt like it was just the two of you. If you could, you would stay like this forever.

[jusalle]

Ochoa Imagine

•I don't deserve you•

You were a professional soccor player and you played for the womens mexico team. You played as forward which was an important role. You've always felt pressured because you always kinda have to be the best and make goals or else people will just hate you.

Right now your playing against Germany and they had a good team which means this game was going to be difficult. Right now it's the 55th minute and it's still 0-0.

You kept getting so close to making a goal but it never goes in. Now your started to get frustrated and your team keeps getting injured so you have alot of stress.

At the 78th minute you got a penalty. You knew you needed the penalty. Your palms were all sweating and you were shaking. You decide to just go for it.

You kick

And the goalkeeper blocks it.

And it's rare that you miss a penalty

You could already feel like you let alot of people down, just from that penalty

You already know the press will be all over you after that penalty and social media will talk about it for days. Then they will judge how bad I did.

You still had hopes you or your teammates would make a goal sooner or later. So you kept trying.

Around the 89th minutes. Your teamate scored and the game ended. It was 1-0, you were happy you guys had won but you knew you could've done better and people will give you shit about it.

You just wanted to go home and be with your husband.

Your husband was Guillermo Ochoa or well known as Memo Ochoa. He's a goalkeeper for Mexico. And you might be wondering why he didn't come to the game. Ochoa had practice and he couldn't miss it and you understood but he's probably home by now and you just wanted to be in his arms.

You left the field and went into the lockeroom and took a quick shower and got changed and left in a hurry, not wanting to deal with people giving you bullshit.

You got into the car and started driving home and thinking about how you could've done so much better.

You decided to check your phone and wanted to see if Ochoa texted you.

You grabbed your phone and saw all the notifications about your penalty. Notifications either by Instagram, news or anything talking about your penalty. You saw some of the things said about the penalty.

"What a joke, she's the worst player of all time"

"Disgrace to the Mexico team"

"Kick her off"

You just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

You put down your phone and focused on the road. All those things said about you kept replaying in your head. You simply couldn't get them out. You felt so weak, and things got into your head so easily and you hated that.

Your head started to hurt from holding back tears and you simply just couldn't take it. So you just let it all out while driving home.

You finally got home and parked and shut off the car. You wiped your tears, you didn't want your husband worring about you. He already had enough on his plate as it is.

You get out the car and open the door.

"Amor is that you?" You heard your husband say

Usually you always awnser Guillermo but you were so tired you didn't want even speak.

You took off you coat and shoes and walked to the kitchen where Guillermo was at.

"Amor I made us some dinn-" Your husband stopped talking once he turned around and saw your face

"Were you crying Bébe?"

Once he said that, tears just started flowing

Guillermo came up to your and hugged you. You hugged him back just wanting to be in his arms. Then he starts whispering in your ear

"Amor calm down please"

"Amor everything will be okay"

" Shh, it's okay Y/n, I'm here"

Then now you guys moved to the couch and you finally stop crying and relaxed into your husband's arms.

"You wanna talk about it Amor?"

"I missed a penalty today in the game. You know its rare if I miss. The press and social media are already talking shit about it and talking how bad I am. I've could've so much better Guillermo. What if I'm really that bad at soccor?. People already hate me and saying I'm a disgrace to the Mexico team and how do you even love me Guillermo. Everyone else hates me so why shouldn't you and-"

"Amor stop talking. Do you even hear yourself right now?. Don't listen to the stupid press, they always act like they they do better than you. Your the best player I know, you do not suck and you shouldn't listen to those damn people on social media, they are just jealous of you. Lastly, I love you and I would never hate you Amor. Please never say that again."

"I will always love you forever and never forget that Amor. I love you with my whole heart"

Guillermo takes my hand kisses my hand then to my forehead then lastly on my lips.

"I'm sorry Amor"

Guillermo is always so gentle with me. He always knows what to do whenever I'm sad. He always knows exactly what to do in every situation. Also always there for me and cares for me.

We both got up from the couch and decided to eat together.

Then after that we decided to go to bed since it's been a long day for the both of us. As soon Guillermo touches the bed he falls asleep so fast and you chuckle at this.

" You are too good for me Guillermo"

"I don't deserve you Amor"

••••

Helloo! I hope you guys liked this one and I'll probably be posting another one tomorrow. ALSO brazil is playing south Korea tomorrow!.

[pm-00]

26, 31, 42 for the ask game:D<3

hiii pixie pix pixs <333 thank you for your ask 💐

26. Favorite fanfiction(s).

This is my moment to praise and tell everyone about @leolingo 's writing !!! (bravehearteds on ao3). I love love love their writing, their fics make my heart very happy. I'd recommend these (all of them are great, just some suggestions): "fully formed, ready to run" (I cried, also discovered one of my new favorite poems), "idle worship" (I love how they narrate scenes, makes you feel very immersed, and TOP NOTCH characterization), "sweet dream of me" (probably my favorite so far, has had me at the edge of my fucking seat) <3

31. What lore/arc you enjoyed the most.

They call me a Roier fan the way I am a Roier fan etc etc, so to no one's shock I love the betrayal, the opening of Casualonas, the Rescue-Engagement-Abueloier's Death-Festa Junina-Reconciliation for spiderbit and the current Ratoier-Doied arc!!! of course.

Apart from Roier, though. I will say that Bagi and Cellbit's "I am looking for my brother" arc has a special place on my heart. The clues, the missing posters, the fact that Bagi spend YEARS looking for him, never giving up, the cat, the diaries. What it stirred up in him and her, that arc left none unharmed, I love how they both changed as characters from it. The confrontation at the castle, the childhood home, the fucking roleplaying !!! A favorite arc and storyline for me.

42. Name a character and what they remind you of (ex. Color, season, food, scent, anything!!!).

q!Cellbit

"I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe" (From Marry Shelley's Frankenstein) and the poem "carnivore" by Ninamarie Ochoa has so many parts that remind me of him but specially the line "it takes a carnivore to protect what we grow".

(+bonus: i am not ready to die yet by Aracelis Girmay for Atardecer)

[coolsomejet]

Thinking about how in “Astronaut Ellen Ochoa,” Sean spent all his time training to become an astronaut and overworking himself…even though he’s only 10. And then Ellen, a real astronaut, shows up and is like “hey kid you got your whole life ahead of you it’s important for you to play and use your imagination.” I think this is so important. I previously talked about how Sean wanted to grow up too quickly in this post but Ellen basically tells him that it’s okay to be a kid. Meeting Ellen definitely changed Sean’s life, as he put it.

[morgandr]

Imagine:

When Rubí invites you to dinner she finally expresses how she truly feels about you.

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(NOT MY GIF!)

(Rubí Pérez Ochoa X Reader)

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(TAGS)

[ejzah]

What do you think the series would've been like had Hetty continue to appear from season 10 onwards? In other words if Linda Hunt never had her car accident?

Hi anon!

That’s a very interesting and complicated question.

I imagine that there would be fewer classified and mysterious missions, which would require fewer rescues and such.

Since Hetty would likely be present more of the time, I think there would be less upheaval in terms of administration and authority figures. Although I did enjoy Ochoa, and eventually Rogers when they deigned to be present. And when the team were in charge of themselves, it was quite entertaining.

I wonder if the “Drona Project” storyline would have been pursued in a different way or at all as well. It seems like it would be harder to treat her misdeeds so lightly with her actually present more of the time. Or, perhaps it would have been brushed under the rug in the end anyway.

I can’t decide if the final couple seasons would have progressed in the same fashion with Hetty’s presence or not. Perhaps with her on screen, TPTB would have felt satisfied without making up outlandish storylines or inserting her into random and unnecessary moments (ex: ruining Deeks’ end/graduation at FLETC).

I do think from the few episodes we had with her from ten onward, Hetty would need to have fairly restricted types of scenes. For instance, in the end of “Till Death Do Us Part”, she looked like she was having difficulty sitting straight. And most of her scenes after that weren’t very active. I already think earlier seasons where she’s portrayed as jumping out of windows or such are pretty ridiculous.

Building off of that last point, Linda seemed to be scaling back her time on set already as of season 9. She spent a lot less time on set with her Vietnam storyline. Perhaps she would have reduced her schedule anyway, but the accident just sped that up/gave her a good reason to speed up the timeline. Additionally, I imagine she wouldn’t have been on set car accident or no once Covid cropped up.

My personal theory is that Linda’s health has deteriorated over the past several years. The car accident likely sped that up or made her realize that she wanted to take more personal time, but I think even before that she was showing signs of aging/fragility. I’ve noticed that the cast always were careful how they discussed her absence and such, but recently someone made a reference that seemed to indicate she wasn’t in full health. I don’t say this all to be negative or to speak poorly about Linda or her age, just that I don’t know how feasible extensive time on set would have been the last 4-5 seasons in any case.

Anyway, that last bit is so much speculation on my part.

Having said all that, it’s really hard to predict what the plans were before Linda’s accident.

That turned out a lot longer than I intended or expected. Hope I answered your question. Thanks for dropping in!