#oh amarillo

[randomminty]

A little late BUT. had to draw something to celebrate an incredibly important day

[kipskiptrip]

Dinnar☝️🔥

[gingus-doon]

empanada is a word that brings nothing to my mind

[holyfruitsnax]

Us Cowpokes, We Take It As It Comes

A/N: So this all started based on a little tidbit I saw today about a silly little southern rule that sparked my interest RIGHT away. Wear the hat, Ride the cowboy. (May do a ghoulish version of something like this as well) Anyways, I'm terrible but we're all here so...Enjoy....

Pairing: PreWar!Cooper Howard x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Ummmm smut! PnV, Foul language obviously, sexual themes, minor DNI!!!, 18+ Darlin', Workplace relations, Cooper Howard bro.

Dark worn boots beat a steady path against hard oak floors, every head in the saloon turning from the armed gunman to lay eyes on their hometown hero. "Cooper!" My voice cried out, throwing an outstretched arm towards the cowboy. The gunman laughed balling my hair tighter behind my head making me hiss "Cooper Howard in the flesh!" his voice rang through the silent bar. "To whom do I owe the pleasure of meeting you?...Couldn't be this little thing here could it? Hmm?" A dark brow raising as Cooper took in the bearded man. "No, no Mr. Palo...Y'see I've been after you since Amarillo....and as for the girl?" Cooper's hand stealthily moved to his hip to draw his pistol. Palo's eyes snapped to his holster, his hands releasing my head to grab his own gun. A piercing shot rang through the wooden building as people shouted and hid while Palo's body fell behind my form with a thud, a race he'd never have won.

"She's spoken for." Cooper took easy strides towards me, brows furrowed in concern as his gloved hand met my forearm to tug my body against his side. "They'll...They'll come after you next, mark my words Howard!" Palo coughed, his hand moved for his gun in his final breaths making Cooper's trigger finger pull one last time. My eyes squinted shut, arms pulling myself closer to Cooper's body with a gasp only opening again as the bar music began to play. "Is- is it over Mr. Howard?" I gazed up at Cooper with wide eyes, his own relaxed gaze staring back at me as he pulled me out of the saloon. "No darlin' I'm afraid not..." His voice low as he spoke to me, left hand pulling his glove off the other. "So he's honest when he says more of his men will come!" I breathed watching Cooper's fingers catch in his mouth, a loud whistle calling his horse, Sugarfoot. "Maybe so, I say let them come." His confidence radiating through his stark smile, turning to ready his horse for our long ride.

"Um...Mr. Howard?..." I coyly grinned tugging on the back of his blue button down. "Why yes? Miss Carlisle?" Cooper turned to meet my ask, my hand moving up to remove his hat bringing him closer. "I could've sworn, I heard you say I was spoken for in there." For once the cowboy faltered as we met face to face, his adams apple bobbed with a swallow. The humble cowboy nodded, "I guess I did." hazel eyes finding the ground for a moment. My head tilted ever so slight to close the distance between our lips, a nervous hand found the space between my shoulder blades while the other cupped my cheek. Cooper pulled away keeping me close, "Let's get a move on darlin'." His show stopping grin catching the lens once again.

"CUT! Beautiful work everybody!" The director clapped along with some of the camera crew. Cooper's head ducked in a modest bow, hand moving up to wave off the praise while I gleamed a smile placing his cowboy hat atop my head. "Thank you- oh ah thank you!" His voice carried around set as everyone mingled. "You know Cooper, I am so glad you decided to take up my offer on revamping an old project...I know everything's been a little downhill since the uh- Divorce- but, I really think this is going to be good for your career!" Our director insisted, shaking Cooper's hand. "Yeah, I'm just glad to be back at it! It's easier having a job in the city so I can stop in and see Janey after work...and ah-" Cooper's eyes drifted over to my face, a laugh rattling out of me as I spoke to one of our costume directors, cowboy hat still on my head. "Hey can I uh, can we chat later?" though it was an ask Cooper began to walk away from our rambling director after noticing me make my way towards the dressing rooms.

"And where do you think you're going?" Cooper called after me with a sly grin, fingers pointed up like a gun. I turned towards the older man, his gesture pulling a soft laugh from me "Oh, I'm sorry sheriff, I was just gonna mosey on along to my dressing room if that's alright with you?" I teased with a heavy southern accent as Cooper came closer. "Why no, It's not. See, you seem to have something of mine." His lips closed into a smug smirk giving the cowboy hat a flick. "Oh! So sorry Mr. Howard, I swear I wasn't stealing." I joked going to remove the old hat from my head, yet hands placed themselves over mine. "Now normally, I'd shoot you where you're standing." Cooper started again, finger gun pressed to my breasts, "But, for you I may have to make an exception." His body bent ever so slight, eyes boring into my own. "Mmmm and why is that?" My heart raced beneath his middle and pointer finger. "Cause it does look good on you...and I can't fault you that." Cooper winked, straightening his posture back out, fingers moving away from my chest to find my back.

"I don't suppose anyone's ever mentioned the cowboy hat rule to you? Hmm darlin'?" A dark brow lifted over Cooper's eyes while he guided me down the hall. "There's a rule for hats?" I asked with a tilt of my head making Cooper chuckle. "Mmmmhmmm. Wear the hat. Ride the cowboy." He teased, the sentence fell from his lips with a click behind his teeth. My eyes blew wide, brows knitting together as I collected his words, a hand placing itself against the door to none other than Cooper Howards dressing room. "Oh I seeeee." My lip pulled between my teeth, I turned to face Cooper again with my hands raised in surrender seeing his 'gun' back up with a mischievous grin. "Oh please Mr. Howard! It was an honest mistake really, I could make it up to you...If you had any suggestions?" I closed my eyes in feigned fear, sliding one open to watch Cooper look back and forth before capturing my raised wrists in on hand, his firm body pushing me flush against the door.

"The only thing I can think of darlin'...Is that rules are rules...and as a sheriff it'd be wrong if I went around breaking them. How would that look?" Cooper's brows lifted in innocence as the handle popped open for he and I to back inside of the secluded room. "Oh, well we wouldn't want that." I nodded watching him nudge the door shut, and in a moment he was on me again with a needy kiss. Thick fingers tugged at the buttons of my costume pulling the white blouse I wore open so his lips could ghost across the soft skin of my chest. "I'd really like it." Cooper's lips planted a trail as he spoke "If you took all this off for me." He gestured over my side with one hand, my shirt falling to the floor.

So I did just that, stripping the old western get up off my body, leaving me naked before the older man. Cooper's face dipped low to nip and suck at my skin as clothing fell from it his hands pressing on either side of my chest to push my flesh together, releasing to watch the soft bounce of my tits as he let out a satisfied groan. "Is there, anything else you'd like?" My voice soft and breathy, one hand combing back dark hair while the other palmed him through pinstriped slacks as Cooper explored. Hazel eyes eclipsed by dark blown pupils as I met Cooper's gaze again, his warmth retreating with fluid steps towards his couch removing his belt in one swift movement letting the leather fall with a thud, wide dominant thighs spread as fingers coaxed me closer. Cooper's hands gripped my hips placing a kiss to my sternum "I just want you." his head falling against the back of the velvet sofa to grin up at me.

My knees hit the floor beneath me finding my place between Cooper's thighs with a nod "How bad exactly?" my fingers tugging open his zipper to tug his dick free, hand stroking him slowly. "I- oh so bad darlin' been needing you allll day." He gulped watching my lips ghost over the tip of his dick, tongue smoothing over him before dipping low to take his length into my mouth. A breathy moan left Cooper while I worked him with my mouth, delicately massaging his balls. "Ahh that's, that's it." He praised finding the back of my head to guide my movements as I bobbed and sucked, plush bottom lip pulled harsh between white teeth. "There's- whoo baby hol' on." Cooper's tongue darted out to soothe his lip, accent thick as he pulled me off his cock. "Remember what you started now." Cooper tugged my hips over his own forcing my legs to straddle him. I let my hands run along the damp skin of his firm chest, hips rolling to grind my wet core against Cooper's dick making us both sigh.

"I want you to ride me- Think you can handle that cowpoke?" Cooper's lips traced my jaw, rough fingers circling my clit pulling a moan from my chest. Lips finding their place together as I eased myself down onto Cooper, his jaw going slack once our bodies pushed flush against one another. Mumbles of perfection and disbelief fell from Cooper like a waterfall, his hands gripping at my thighs. The stars chest heaved as I began to bounced and roll my hips against him, my lips leaving hot kisses along the sensitive skin of his throat with a moan. A hiss pushed between Cooper's teeth, his hips bucking to meet my own slower movements making me grin.

"What are you...playing at baby." Cooper cocked his head, drawing out a moan as he spoke, arm looping around my waist to pull me closer. "You said you wanted me to ride you- that's what I'm gonna do." My words came out in a deep whine while my movements grew bold forcing Cooper's hips to still, a hand gripping at the loose fabric of his unbuttoned shirt. I began to grind my hips down against him, tongue sliding past Cooper's lips with a groan. The sound of wet skin and heavy breaths filled the dressing room as I rode Cooper. Before long he was panting and twitching beneath me, something snapping within the man as he opened his eyes and watched my body bounce against his.

In a flash my body was bent over the arm of the couch, legs pushed wide so Cooper could slot himself back into my cunt from behind. The loud moan I gave brought back Cooper's smile as he fucked into me, hands digging at my sides, hips and ass "Hold on baby I'm- I'm almost there." He moaned watching his dick disappear inside of me with each thrust. "Cooper I'm gonna-" I whined pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts causing him to growl. "Go head darlin', come on give me what you got." Cooper licked his lips, groaning as I came around him, walls quivering and clenching. His hips continued rolling my orgasm through me until I felt warm thick ropes fill me and run down my inner thigh.

Cooper fell heavy against my back with a satisfied hum, hands massaging my skin as he peppered kisses along my spine. Pulling out of me he'd wandered away for a moment to find something to clean me up with. When he returned I laid across the smooth velvet catching my breath. "Now that's a sight." He chuckled kneeling between my legs to clean his mess, cowboy hat long forgotten on the floor next to us along with the scuff marks the couch legs had left. "Well, you know us cowpokes." I shrugged making Cooper glance up at me with a raised brow. "We take it as it comes." I giggled letting my head fall back while Cooper shook his head tossing his towel aside with a smile.

[philosophywizzard]

Scottish Snape but he's from Shetland, and if you don't know just how hard it is to understand those people, I highly recommend searching it up because it is hilarious.

Imagine if one of Minerva's punishments for a troublesome student would be having them sit through Snape speaking in the thickest Shetland accent with all the slang and everything. Like, imagine if the Marauders got in trouble for doing some wacky prank

"Unlike werewolves, vampires cuid be baith born 'n' turned. Full-blooded vampires wur able tae bygae doon thair genes 'n' create part-vampires, sic as lorcan d'eath 'n' qui leblanc, or wur able tae caw wizards 'n' witches intae vampires themselves, sic as victor ketsueki- "

"SEVERRUUUUSSSS!"

Silence. Snape's shoulders begin shaking slightly, his back still facing the Marauders, chalk pressing against the writing board. Sirius, the culprit of the scream, begins to wail. "Slow down, please, I can't understand a thing,"

James, who's halfway through giving up on education, rubs the bridge of his nose with a frustrated sigh. "How does someone accomplish this feat of gibberish? How? Moony, do you understand?"

"No. Peter, did you understand?" Remus grunts.

...

"Peter- WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Peter's eyes have rolled back, his mouth agape with drool running down his chin. Sirius whips his head over to his friend and nearly dies from fear. "Oh my God, he's dead. He has to be! Snivellus's accent has caused our friend to DIE-"

"He's not dead..." James snorts. "He's sleeping."

...

Snape clears his throat. "Anyway, as ah wis saying. Vampires seemed tae be able tae bide muckle langer than muggles. Carmilla sanguina died aged 196, 'n' amarillo lestoat died aged 201. Wizardkind cuid reach a similar or even older age, as displayed by wizards sic as armando dippet 'n' barry winkle."

"Are you speaking pig latin?" James interrupts.

"No," Snape answers plainly. "But I'll gladly start speaking pig Latin. In fact, I should. Thank you for the request, Potter."

Remus and Sirius turn to James, betrayal on their paled faces, while James sits there, stiff as a board, ready to pull a Peter.

"AMPIRESVAY ADHAY AAY ERYVAY TRONGSAY VERSIONAAY OTAY ARLICGAY NDAAY OULDCAY EBAY EPTKAY TAAY AYBAY YBAY TSIAY RESENCE-PAY-"

"FUUUUUCCCCCK 😭"

[vinelark]

I grew up in Texas and most people my age don't have Texan accents, but some of my classmates in school had conditional accents (it would come out if they talked to people with a Texan accent and/or older folks).

Anyways this I'm bringing this up since I wish Kansas had a more country accent because it would be sooo funny if not only Clark but also Kon did this. Kon rescues an old lady originally from Amarillo or something idk and starts yes ma'am-ing and losing diphthongs left and right and YJ is like OH he is a country boy who happens to like punk aesthetics

my best friend has a conditional southern accent and it’s always a treat to watch the switch flip to On. that said, there’s also potential for similar scenarios with a kansas/midwest accent. consider kon in all his leather jacket punk rock glory sweeping an old lady out of the way of some alien ray mid-battle and going “ope, sorry about that” before blasting back into the sky

[fluffypotatey]

Jake’s Cousin Tyler

finally gave into the tgm x twisters (2024) brain(rot)worms so here’s part 1 of this silly crossover

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Jake’s got an annoying cousin from Arkansas. Very annoying. And it has nothing to do with his silly youtube channel or his ragtag band of friends— those two joined the fray a lot later. No, his beef with his cousin began when the two boys were barely ten and only beginning to grasp their role in this reality. Most family members (Jake’s siblings) call this feud baseless at best and snicker whenever anyone asks how it all began. (Traitors, all of them.)

“So, what really makes you greater than Oklahoma?” 

That, there, was the fateful question. One asked by Jake's baby cousin, Tyler Owens. He, his mother, and aunt drove over all the way from Conway to Amarillo, so one can assume little Tyler saw a lot of the infamous state, as well as his mother sharing the notorious rivalry between Texas and Oklahoma (with Aunt Jo’s commentary). And, well, for anyone hearing about said rivalry from an outsider’s perspective like Tyler’s, it sure does look silly and ridiculous. They just happened to be two neighbor states with similar cultures and history. What was there to dislike about each other? Why all the pride?

And unfortunately, little Tyler decided to ask Jake these questions. 

And, maybe, take some joy in pissing his (slightly) older cousin off.

“I really don’t see the difference here.”

“And how could you! Everything you see is sur-surface level shit!”

There was a hissed Language! that went unheard between all the huffing and giggling. The only adult present was Jake’s brother Collin, who was finding all of this too hilarious to stop. (It was one of the biggest betrayals Jake had ever felt, and one he sulked about for weeks. After the thirty-something apology Jake caved and “allowed” Collin to read him those silly botany books.)

“Be-besides!” Jake stomped (not cutely, thank you). “Everything here is a lot bigger than it is in Oklahoma! Not to mention some of their land used to be ours and—”

“I thought Alaska was the biggest state.”

“I WASN’T TALKING ABOUT ALASKA!”

Suffice to say, this was the moment a line between the Seresins and Owens was drawn. Specifically between Jake and Tyler. Only. It was like in the blink of an eye the two little cousins became rivals. Enemies. Nemesis. 

Tyler was in the elementary choir? Well, Jake was in the state honor choir both his 4th and 5th grade years. Jake is said to be into paints? Oh lookie here! Tyler’s humble little pastel portrait won 1st prize and was showcased in the state fair! Tyler got all A’s in his science classes? Well, Jake got all A’s too, and all his science projects received top marks— oh wait, it seems Tyler won his school science fair. Twice! 

“I hate him.”

“Sweetheart, hate is a strong word.”

“Well, I feel strongly that I hate him, Mama! Why’s he gotta one-up me like that. He’s in a whole other state and yet—”

“Are you not doing the same thing?”

“No!” Jake lied. It wouldn’t do him any good to admit such a petty thing to his mother. “I’m minding my own business over here”—

“Uh huh.”

—“and it’s like a week after you share something with Aunt Trix and Jo, Tyler suddenly has something grander to share.”

“Oh?” The smile on her face made Jake feel caught. “You find them grander?”

“No! He just tells it like that because he’s Tyler and ‘oh so special’ because he won that stupid fucking science fair with that tornado.”

“Language. And we saw that project at Christmas. You even admitted to it being cool-looking.”

Jake grumbled and scuffed his feet. “It was Christmas.”

His mother scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“Hm, yes, my mistake.”

link to the rest :3

[amethvysts]

livzita minha diva te vi falando de soda stereo e gostaria de compartilhar com você pensamentos muito recorrentes na minha cabecinha: *música do plantão da globo*

angel eléctrico é TOTALMENTE blas polidori guitarrista/baixista (o solo de guitarra dessa música ainnnn 🤸🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️

té para três me faz pensar muito sobre um pipezinho otano childhood friends to lovers

oh my godness i love this questionnnn! now, i think- inclusive peço desculpas pelo tamanho disso, e pela falta de NEXO. eu só comecei a escrever e não parei mais </3

você falou de ángel eléctrico sobre o blas!baixista, mas eu também queria adicionar signos a lista, simplesmente porque, pra mim, não existe nada mais blas rockstar corruption kink do que a seguinte parte: llámame pronto / acertijos bajo el agua / si algo cedes / calmaré tu histeria / con los dientes / rasgaré tus medias. eu acho que ele deve ter um tesão gigante no fato de que, mesmo vocês tendo a mesma idade, mas ele ter mais experiência, ele é o cara que você pede para te ensinar as coisas mais pecaminosas que a sua cabecinha pode pensar. e, cara, ele tem um bando de garotas gritando por ele em todos os shows e groupies esperando na porta do camarim quase implorando por uma chance, e mesmo assim, nada infla o ego dele como te ouvir perguntando se ele pode aliviar o quentinho que tá se espalhando pelo seu corpo depois de vê-lo tocando no palco. 

a laurinha diva já falou isso aqui e desde então, isso vive rent free na minha mente porque eu acho que o blas!rockstar é assim ao cubo. principalmente porque eu acho que ele deve achar um tesão quando você se veste pra ele, e sempre procura comprar roupas ou acessórios que tanto combinem com você quanto vão agradá-lo. btw, acho que lingerie é o ponto fraco dele, ainda mais se for uma coisinha mais delicada e que contraste com o que ele usa – enquanto o blas anda por aí de jaqueta de couro e jeans áspero, se você usar uma meia calça de seda, ou algum detalhe com renda… bem menininha, bem 🎀🧸🩰🦢 nossa, acho que o pau dele explode na hora. depois que vocês começam a se relacionar mais intimamente, é quase rotina ele comprar uma meia bonitinha ou uma calcinha de rendinha para te presentear e pra ele rasgar depois <3 

"amor, pera aí," você afasta o rosto dele do seu centro, e sente as mechas cacheadas na parte interna da sua coxa. seu namorado te encara com os olhinhos perdidos, que ficam ainda mais caídos quando percebe que você vai reclamar da mesma coisa de sempre. "você rasg-"

"eu compro outra pra você," a mão de blas encobre a sua, que repousava sob o rosto cálido, e te afasta, segurando-a para impedir outra interferência. imediatamente, a boca cai por cima do rasgo que havia feito no material fino, e você responde subindo seus quadris contra os lábios do rapaz. é a mesma desculpa que ele te deu nas outras vezes, sempre só para te fazer calar e deixar ele fazer o que quiser. 

agora mudando totalmente o tom ☝️ (e isso acabou ficando mais angsty do que eu imaginava e talvez sem o lovers?? oops) o pipe como essa trope me dá meio que té para trés + amor amarillo vibes, principalmente te llevo para que me lleves. tipo, te conozco de otra vida total!!! porque vocês sempre estiveram ali, um pelo outro, e se conhecem tão bem que parece que não existe um tempo na história do mundo em que vocês não se conhecessem, sabe? 

enquanto eu pensava no que poderia se tornar essa história de vocês, eu meio que só consegui pensar em algo nos moldes de 'de repente 30', por algum motivo – sem a parte de vocês esperarem até os trinta pra tomar vergonha porque ain't nobody got time for that. mas acredito que demore um tempinho, sim, até você se ligar pelos seus sentimentos pelo pipe… e dos dele por você. tipo, então quer dizer que sua mãe sempre esteve certa? então amigos realmente não se acompanham pra uma consulta médica às oito da manhã? e nem fazem uma viagem de mais de uma hora só porque o amigo disse que esqueceu a escova de dentes (definitivamente não é porque vocês não suportavam passar um dia longe do outro)? e também não é normal se morder de ciúmes quando seu melhor amigo, que você viu de fraldas e conhece melhor do que todo mundo, começa a namorar uma garota linda e, com certeza, muito legal, mas que você não suporta porque ela ri de todas as piadas dele e faz uma vozinha de bebê super irritante quando conversa com ele??? oi???? é literalmente só amizade.

mas toda vez que você tá perto dos dois, é como se um monstrinho estivesse te comendo por dentro e você não aguenta. em um momento, você tá vivendo a sua rotina normalmente, frequentando a casa da família dele e passando a noite enquanto assiste um filme junto do seu amigo, e no outro você tá perguntando sobre a vida do pipe para a mãe dele na fila do supermercado, como mais uma conhecida. 

mas isso passa a incomodar vocês dois. muito ao contrário do que você imaginava, talvez o pipe tenha ficado tão abalado com a distância – você nem imagina quantas vezes ele ficou andando atrás da mãe, que nem um cachorrinho perdido, quando ela comentou que te viu na rua. "viu, é? e ela falou de mim? você perguntou de mim pra ela? mãe!" e ficava indignado toda vez que a mãe não respondia com o mesmo desespero a todas as perguntas. 

sinceramente acredito que a própria namorada dele que vai terminar com ele, porque depois de algum tempo, ficou bem claro que não teria como suportar isso tudo sozinha (não venceu mas foi guerreira). e vai ser ela que vai dar o empurrãozinho para o pipe tomar vergonha e conseguir o fecho que a história de vocês merece. 

e aí, é cena de filme total. ele vai aparecer na porta da sua casa portando apenas um discurso que praticou a tarde inteira no quarto (com muitos argumentos válidos pra te colocar contra a parede) e os oião azul de coitado dele. só que a raiva simplesmente se esvai quando ele vê a surpresa no seu rostinho, e ele fica todo molinho, nem esperando pra te puxar pra um abraço e, só depois, sentar no sofá para conversar sobre tudo o que aconteceu, e também sobre aquilo que vocês deixaram encobertado por tanto tempo. 🤕

un sorbo de distracción / buscando descifrarnos / no hay nada mejor / no hay nada mejor / que casa.

[jaemmphilia]

★ mixtape: king of amarillo ★ || han j.s

★ summary: it's the next morning, and you and han are awoken by a certain puppy barging in and teasing the two of you after last night's activities. filming continues and you're left wondering what's next for you as the newest member of stray kids.

★ pairing: han jisung x 9th member!male!reader

★ warnings and rating: (16+ rating), language and mentions of a injury, mentions of surgery, reader was in a bad injury and has some long-term damage, mentions of possible nudity??

★ word count: 2.3k (2399)

★ binnie's thoughts: guys... this is the final part of the black diamonds series!! i'm a little sad that it's over, but i'm relieved because now i have time to bring you all more content!! also, i switched up the mission where they replicate each other's baby pictures just so i could fit in the reader. so, it doesn't follow the episode exactly.

★ requested?: X

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO WAY represents the stray kids members as people or as a group. this is simply just a work of fiction for entertainment, so enjoy!

© triplejracha, 2023. please do not copy to any other platform.

“Stay, join me in waking up these rowdy members.” Seungmin whispers to his hand-held camera as he ventures through the house, going room to room waking up his members. 

Once he makes his way to your room and he cracks the door open, peeking inside. He makes sure the camera can’t see inside the room, and he snickers at the sight of a naked, toned back. That has to be YN-hyung, he thinks to himself before turning off the camera. He slips into the room and hovers over the bed. He takes out his phone and snaps a few pictures and sends them to Lee Know, who he can hear gasp dramatically with a loud, “i knew it!” ringing through the house. 

Seungmin shakes your bare shoulder, watching as you stir and pull Han’s sleeping body closer to you. Seungmin shakes you again but harder this time, smiling as you squint up at him. 

“Seungmin-ah, what are you doing here? What time is it?” Your voice is deep with sleep, the raspines of it making Seungmin’s eyes widen a little.

He straightens up before answering you, “It’s almost eight in the morning. Everyone else is already awake. You and Hannie are the last ones, but it seems like you might need some extra time to, you know,” he snickers, “get decent and covered up wherever needed.” 

You’re definitely smelling what he’s stepping in, and you’re already annoyed by it. You wave him off and remove your arms from Han’s sleeping form, earning a soft whine from him. You begin to sit up, making Seungmin’s eyes go wide as he notices the blanket falling off your naked body. He bolts out of the room. He doesn’t want his innocent eyes to land on anything they aren’t supposed to.

You roll your eyes and shake Han gently. You listen to him huff before he finally wakes up. “Was that Seungmin’s voice I heard?” He asks groggily, and you hum to confirm. You’re pulling on a fresh pair of boxers and a pair of sweatpants. You toss Han’s clothes at him blindly, not realizing the poor boy got pelted in the face. He lets out his signature strangled noise as he falls back onto the bed dramatically. 

You turn to him simply and huff. “Han what are you doing? Stop fooling around and get dressed before anyone gets suspicious!” You bark out to him, slipping on a black and orange hoodie. 

“I’m not fooling around, hyung! You just pelted me with my own clothes!” He cries out as he puts on the clothes you oh-so-rudely threw at him. “This is the thanks I get after last night? How rude.”

You snort and fix your hair in the vanity mirror. You glance at him through said mirror, watching as he covers his toned body. You watch as he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your shoulder loosely. He peppers light kisses against the side of your head, and you lean into his touch. You can’t help but like the way this feels. The way his warm hands touch you so gently, leaving your skin tingling when he pulls away. 

But how long would it last? 

The question had bounced around in your mind all night long, causing you to toss and turn in your sleep. It wasn’t until Han wrapped his arms around you that you calmed down enough to sleep fully. His presence alone had calmed your thoughts, lulling you into an enjoyable, soothing slumber. 

“You’re pretty, hyung,” Jisung says, and your eyes snap up to look at him through the mirror  in shock. You stare at him as if he had grown two heads, your mouth parted just a bit. “Why are you gaping at me like that? It’s true!”

“You can’t just say it so– so nonchalantly!” You sputter out, covering your rapidly warming cheeks with your hands, which makes Han chuckle. 

“But you are pretty. Your lashes are long, and the way they lightly lay on your cheeks when your eyes are closed makes me feel all nice inside,” he starts his gaze not once leaving your face as he continues to look at you through the mirror. “don’t get me started on your lips– my god are they soft.” 

You put your hand up to stop him from talking and flustering you any more than he already has. You’re relieved when he actually stops talking. “That’s enough, loverboy. Save it for when we’re alone and don’t have a group of people waiting on us.” 

And with that, you and Han leave the room (at different times so as to not raise suspicion), and you both part ways for the first time since last night. 

You’re sitting at the island in the kitchen, enjoying a pack of strawberries when one of the filming crew tells you to go outside and retrieve your mission. So, with a mouth full of strawberries, you go outside and pluck an envelope from the staff member’s hand. He tells you that whoever’s name is in the envelope, you have to replicate the baby picture and take a photo for proof. You think it should be easy, hopefully you don’t get one that’s intricate and difficult. You open the envelope and you take out the picture. You examine it and you realize that you picked Changbin. You let out a loud “awh, so cute!” and begin to laugh at the picture and you run off to find someone to show. 

You find a very sleepy Chan slugging his way to the same staff member that explained the mission to you. You jog over to the oldest male and you hold the picture out to him. “Look, hyung! I picked Changbin!” You say, which earns you a chuckle in response. He then shows you the picture he picked. 

“I picked Hyunjin, not sure how I’ll find a headband that looks similar to this one, though.” He says looking around his surroundings to find the right place to take the picture. 

You hum with a nod, letting him know that you understood, “Yeah. I’m not sure how I’ll manage to find something similar to the ball in his hand..” you trail off, looking at the picture a bit harder. “Well, good luck, hyung!” You say and you make your way back inside to find an item that’s close enough to the ball in little Changbin’s arms.

When you walk inside, you see Hyunjin propped up on the couch, his legs all pretzeled up under his slim body– he looks mighty comfortable, you think to yourself as you spot a pack of balloons on the couch beside the long-haired male. You plop your body down on the opposite side of him, tearing open the pack of rubbery items. 

“Who did you get?” Hyunjin asks, ripping you out of your balloon trance. 

You continue to rummage around in the bag, trying to find one– just one, yellow balloon. “I got Changbin-hyung. What about you?” You ask in return, not looking up from your current task of yellow-balloon hunting. 

“I got Minho-hyung. But I don’t even wanna do his picture! His post is all intricate and difficult!” Hyunjin whines, and he pushes the picture into your view. You examine the picture and you look at Hyunjin with a blank stare. 

“Hyune, it’s really not that hard.” You say, and you finally find a yellow balloon. “Ah-ha! Found it!”

“But it is that hard, hyung! He’s all bent down and the angle has to be right!” Hyunjin continues to complain, and you have half a mind to just tune him out.

You begin to blow up the balloon, and in between breaths of air, you answer him, “I'll help you if you stop whining about it.” 

And with that, Hyunjin’s whines were silenced. 

After about twelve breaks for air, you tie the balloon at the end and take a look at your craft. You’re very proud, a little lightheaded, but still proud. 

You and Hyunjin help each other with your pictures and you reveal them to the staff, who approve of both of you. You give each other a high five and make your way outside to see if anyone else needs any help. 

Once all the missions were complete, it was time for breakfast. You all cooked a nice meal together, just as you did the day before. You all worked in tandem, not once getting jammed in the kitchen space. You danced around each other, getting shit done. You all sat down and ate breakfast, a multitude of moans and hums of how good the food tasted. You and Han sat next to each other, and his hand not once left your thigh under the table. You would get a shiver every time his slender fingers would draw little circles on your covered skin. 

Those shivers did not go unnoticed by the remaining seven men at the table. 

Once you all clean up the remains of breakfast, it was time for another game. This time it was soccer. You mentally groaned when the staff told you. You honestly don’t know if you’ll be able to participate this time around. Your left knee probably wouldn’t allow it, and you didn’t bring any tape for it. 

Several years ago, you were in a car accident with your grandma, and your knee was completely shattered after being crushed under the weight of the crash. You had gone through multiple surgeries in the span of a year,  just to get your bones back in order. Physical therapy was hell for you, endless nights of pain and suffering just wanting the pain to stop. You had to learn how to walk all over again, and even now you still have issues with it. One wrong step could end your idol life before it has the chance to even begin. 

“Oi, YN-hyung! Wake up!” A voice calls out to you, a snapping noise accompanied by the voice.

You shake your head, blinking a few times. You look around you, eight pairs of eyes zeroed in on your frozen body. “Huh, what’s going on?” You ask, looking at them owlishly with a warm face. 

“We’re gonna play soccer! Are you coming?” Jeongin asks, a bright smile on his face, his eyes disappearing behind his cheeks. 

“Oh. Well, wouldn’t that make the teams uneven?” You ask, and everyone lets out an elongated ‘oh’. “Besides, I can’t move my knee like you guys can. I had a pretty nasty injury that really limits the movement of my left knee. Especially in this chilly weather.” You explained, lightly itching your cheek as you averted your eyes.

They all seemed to understand, because they hummed and nodded. All of you avert your attention to Felix, who snaps his fingers with a grin on his face. “Why don’t you play referee?” 

A round of agreements goes around, and they all turn back to you to see your reaction. 

You nod with a smile and you all rush outside to play some ball.

A few hours later and the game is over. You all had a great time, laughs and petty arguments keeping you all busy. You’re all left to do whatever you want, so you go to take a little nap on the couch. As you’re walking to the couch, you see Han spread out halfway on the couch, and he lets out this battle cry mixed with the screech of a dinosaur. You look at him sideways before you curl up on the arm of the couch. You happen to hear a small bit of the conversation between Han and Chan before you doze off. 

“Han, come chat with me for a second.” Chan says, nodding his head towards an empty room away from any cameras and unwanted listening ears (a.k.a. Lee Minho and Kim Seungmin). Han quickly gets up and goes into the room, feeling like a little kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. 

The two sit on the bed, a light layer of awkwardness surrounding them. Chan speaks up first, “So, you and YN?” he asks, his arms crossed and his face very very serious. 

Han gulps before replying, “Yeah. I think I really like him, hyung.” Han admits, looking down at his clasped hands. Chan just nods.

“I hope you know that if you plan on doing anything further with him, you’ll have to be extremely careful. I know our dating ban is lifted, but this is so much more than just dating,” Chan says, before he pauses, “this is dating a member, someone of the same sex. There could be a lot of backlash if the public finds out.”

Han lets out a deep breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, “I know. Shit, I don’t want to mess up our careers, we’re at the top right now, hyung.” Han says, wanting so desperately to bite his nails, one of his nervous habits. 

“I’m just saying that you have to be really careful. You have my support, and I’m sure you have everyone else's, too.” Chan says, his hand coming up to pat Han’s back to try and comfort him a bit. 

“We’ll be careful, I’ll be sure of it. I don’t mind hiding us from the public, as long as I’m his and only his.” Han says, finally looking at his oldest hyung, there’s wetness in his eyes, the idea of his career ending just because he fell in love with someone of the same gender, making his head hurt.  

“Good, I’m rooting for you guys, just so you know,” Chan chuckles before wrapping his toned arms around Han.

A few hours later, you all are packed up, getting ready to head back to the dorms. The staff are putting all of your luggage away, and the nine of you are settling down on the bus. You and Han are seated next to each other, a blanket laid across your laps. Your hand is in his, your fingers intertwined as you share headphones connected to your phone. 

You lay your head on his shoulder, your eyes closing as the bus begins to roll. You smile to yourself when you feel Han squeeze your hand. At first you had your doubts about joining Stray Kids, but now you think this could work out just fine. 

[generallemarc]

Texan here(also an American I guess), and I've only ever heard "dez". Most people here know at least one or two basic rules of spanish pronunciation, and the correct way to pronounce "Valdez" seems to contain one of 'em.

One of the biggest cultural whiplashes I’ve gone through was find out how Americans pronounce Valdez.

Fucking Val-deez, like the deez nuts joke, when it’s supposed to be a hard “dez”, like how you say it in despot.

[doby-mans]

DC x DP algo gracioso que recordé, poderes ridículos

Y allí estaba, el joven héroe fantasma frente a la liga de la justicia, con el villano a su elección a espaldas del chico, el cual no se sentía muy bien del estómago

Lo siguiente que sabemos es que un gas del joven, lanzo un rayo de energía suficientemente poderoso como para dejar al villano inconsciente al instante

Danny solo mira a la liga y dice: Como si ustedes no tuvieran poderes ridículos

Superman sonríe y antes de que pudiera reprochar el joven comenta

Danny: ¿Super baile?, ¿Beso de amnesia?, ¿Mini-sup? Y no me hagas hablar de la Kriptonita rosa...

Green lantern comienza a reír pero el chico molesto comenta

Danny: Green lantern, buenos poderes pero ¿Amarillo? ¿Necesidad de recarga?

Flash está intentando sostener la risa pues no quiere ser el siguiente pero es sorprendido cuando Batman se ríe y es silenciado al instante por...

Danny: Bats... Tienes dulces junto a las bombas de humo y además, ¿Repelente de tiburones?, Ciudad Gótica está tan contaminada que ni siquiera tiene tiburones ah y también ¿La bati-cubeta?

Entonces finalmente flash se suelta riendo, Danny no le dice nada, todos están de acuerdo en que no es necesario ridiculizar a flash el cual pregunta porque recibiendo una respuesta unánime

"Lo haces solito"

Wonder woman pregunta cómo phantom sabe sus poderes incluso los más ridículos

Danny: Oh cierto señorita aunque puedo volar me balanceo en relámpagos... Hay fantasmas en todas partes, algunos se mantienen cerca de ustedes y ellos me cuentan cosas, como el hecho de que sabías que hay una chica por allí, con el poder de estar saludable si hace cosas malas?... Ella no quiere ser mala pero si hace cosas buenas básicamente se envenena sola

[waltfrasescazadordepalabras]

La única gente que me interesa es la que está loca, la gente que está loca por vivir, loca por hablar, loca por salvarse, con ganas de todo al mismo tiempo. La gente que nunca bosteza, ni habla de lugares comunes, sino que arde, arde como fabulosos cohetes amarillos explotando igual que arañas entre las estrellas.

Me gusta cualquier reacción que puedo lograr con mi música. Lo que sea que haga a la gente pensar. Me refiero a que, si puedes hacer que una habitación llena de gente borracha y drogada pueda despertarse, estás haciendo algo. 

Quien controla los medios de comunicación, controla las mentes

Un héroe es alguien que se rebela o parece rebelarse contra los hechos de la existencia y parece conquistarlos”

Yo no saldré ahí fuera, tu tendrás que entrar dentro de mí. (Jim Morrison)

Basta de dinero, basta de disfraces. Este otro Reino parece con mucho el mejor hasta que su otra mandíbula revela el incesto y la relajada obediencia a una ley vegetal. (Jim Morrison)

Para mí, la política no es más que la búsqueda del poder privado por parte de determinados individuos. Pueden disfrazarlo con cualquier ideología, ponerlo en los términos de las boludeces románticas o filosóficas que quieran, pero en esencia es una búsqueda privada del poder. (Jim Morrison)

Camaradas: proscribamos los aplausos, el espectáculo está en todas partes. (Jim Morrison)

¡Oh gran creador del ser! Concédenos una hora más para redondear nuestro arte y perfeccionar nuestras vidas. (Jim Morrison)

[i-am-not-a-super-hero]

New month, new My Candy Love chapter! So, here's what I chose in episode 3 (as always, spanish bc that's my server!!)

+positive -negative /neutral

Devon: …

(Miro la mesa, un tanto incómoda con tanta atención.) +Amanda +Elenda

(A modo de agradecimiento, inclino humildemente la cabeza.) +Thomas +Brune +Elenda

(Sonrío y me uno a los aplausos.) +Devon +Roy +Elenda

Devon: Puedes ir con uno de nosotros; para acabar lo que queda nos basta con cinco…

Amanda, ¿quieres venir conmigo? /

Roy, ¿te apetece dar una vuelta por el centro comercial? /

La verdad es que si vinieras conmigo, me parecería más justo utilizar esta tarjeta… /

¿Quieres dar una vuelta, Thomas? /

CONJUNTO CON FALDA LILA (Amanda, Thomas): 50 PAS  / CONJUNTO CON JERSEY AMARILLO (Devon, Roy, Jason): 50 PAS

Amanda: Con los vasitos y todo… Es mono, ¿no?

(DULCE) ¡Es verdad que es una preciosidad! +Amanda

(ENÉRGICA) Es mono, ¡pero cuesta un ojo de la cara! /Amanda

(REBELDE) ¡Tiene gracias, no habría pensado que fuera de tu gusto! -Amanda

Amanda: ¿Y tú? ¿Hay algo que te guste?

¿Crees que me quedaría bien ese short? /

Me gusta ese vestidito de ahí. Sencillo, elegante…

¡No me quedaría mal ese peto! /

Roy: Todo tiene buena pinta.

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Y además, tú puedes permitírtelo! /Roy

(REBELDE) Tiene gracia. Pensaba que los grandes deportistas prestaban mucha atención a su alimentación… -Roy

(DULCE) Sí, siempre es un dilema… +Roy

???: ¡Eh! ¡Mire por dónde va!

(ENÉRGICA) ¿¡Y usted?! ¿¡No puede ser más educado!?

(DULCE) Perdone, tenía la cabeza en otra parte… /

(REBELDE) ¡Mira tú por dónde vas!

Roy: Bueno, lo principal está a salvo, entonces.

(REBELDE) Gracias, pero lo habría solucionado yo sola. /

(DULCE) Gracias. Es muy práctico ir acompañada de un hombretón como tú.

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Hacemos un buen equipo! /

Devon: …

(REBELDE) Yo diría que… ¿las tiendas de ropa infantil? -Devon

(ENÉRGICA) Yo diría que… ninguna. Es la primera vez que pones los pies aquí. +Devon

(DULCE) La tienda de juegos, o la de DVDs… /

Devon: En general, quiero decir. Supongo que aún no has tenido tiempo de explorar el centro comercial a fondo…

¡Me gustan mucho las tiendas de decoración! /

Las librerías. No hay tienda que me guste más. /

Cualquier tienda de ropa. Me encantan.

Thomas: Cuando tenemos hambre, podríamos dejarnos llevar por el instinto y comprar todo lo que nos apetece.

Nunca he prestado atención a eso… Apuesto a que es una leyenda urbana.

Desde luego. Siempre voy a hacer la compra después de haber comido. /

Pero eso es lo divertido. /

Thomas: No tanto, no.

(DULCE) Tiene sentido lo que dices. Tal vez lo pruebe. +Thomas

(REBELDE) Yo no podría hacerlo así. Me sentiría demasiado limitada. /

(ENÉRGICA) Pero, ¿no te apetece alguna sorpresa? -Thomas

Thomas: Las mismas personas que igual dejan a los perros lamerles la mano…

No me molesta en absoluto. Toma. /

Creo que formo parte de esas personas…

Amanda/Roy/Devon/Thomas: …

Las cosas de picar. Mejor no ir cargando con las cosas pesadas hasta el final. /

Las bebidas. Así, tendremos las cosas pesadas en el fondo de la cesta. / JASON

La comida. Así, elegiremos el resto en función de eso. /

Jason: ¡Vaya! ¿¡Y qué voy a hacer esta noche…!?

Seguro que aburrir a este pobre señor hasta las tantas.

Usted, señor, si quiere puede venir. / IMAGEN JASON

No tengo ninguna gana de saberlo. /

Amanda/Roy/Devon/Thomas: …

(Pizzas, canapés y tartas saladas para compartir.) /

(Decidimos elegir distintos platos directamente en un catering.) /

(Todo un surtido de cosas para picar y hacer un aperitivo que sirva de cena.) /

Amanda/Roy/Devon/Thomas: …

El aperitivo a modo de cena es un acierto seguro. /

Platos para compartir: es lo ideal para un ambiente relajado. /

Vamos a comprar platos preparados: así estaremos seguros de comer bien. /

Archibald: …

No debo llegar tarde. /

No me seguirás hasta allí, ¿verdad?

Oh, por cierto… ¿quieres venir? / ROPA TAKI

Brune: …

La verdad es que me apetece mucho hacer la fiesta en mi casa. / DEVON, ROY, ELENDA van a la fiesta, los demás NO

¡Vayamos al parque! / AMANDA, THOMAS, BRUNE van a la fiesta, los demás NO

FIESTA EN CASA

Elenda: …

¿Y tú…? Bueno, quiero decir… Háblame un poco de ti… /

¿Y tú? Parece que te llevas muy bien con Brune… /

¿Qué piensas de Roy? /

¿Y tú? ¿Te entiendes bien con Devon? /

¿Y tú? ¿Qué piensas de Thomas?

¿Tú te llevas bien con Amanda?

Devon: …

(DULCE) Quizá podría convertirme en periodista de investigación… /

(ENÉRGICA) Creo que empezaría por ir a vengarme de mi ex. /

(REBELDE) Está claro: iría a robar un banco. /

Elenda: No, no, es una broma. No quiero saber nada más.

(ENÉRGICA) Yo no estoy en contra de algún detalle más… +Roy -Devon

(DULCE) (Me guardo mi opinión para mí.) /

(REBELDE) Yo tampoco. Creo que no me interesa saber nada más… +Devon -Roy

Devon: …

(Espero que sea para Roy…) /

(Me pregunto qué me reserva esta carta…) / ELIGE ENTRE LOS 2 ALEATORIAMENTE

(Me gustaría que la carta fuera para Devon…) /

Roy: …

(Al fin y al cabo, así es el juego… Roy es atractivo… ¡allá voy!) / IMAGEN ROY

Hace unos minutos, hablabas de un comodín…

¡”Besar” puede ser en la mejilla! /

Devon: …

(Sonrío a Devon de oreja a oreja, encantada.) / IMAGEN DEVON

¿No es… un poco inapropiado…?

Hace unos minutos, hablabas de un comodín…

FIESTA EN EL PARQUE

Brune: ¿Has elegido el parque para no ofender a Amanda?

(REBELDE) En realidad, no lo he hecho por eso… +Brune

(DULCE) Sí, he pensado que sería lo mejor.

(ENÉRGICA) Me ha parecido bien lo de buscar un terreno neutral. -Brune

Amanda: …

Creo que me dejaré tentar por tus tapas, Brune… /

¡A ver esa ensalada! Quiero dejar sitio para la tarta. /

¡Formo parte del noventa por ciento de la gente a la que le gustan las miniquiches! /

Confieso que las tostas con espárragos me intrigan…

Brune: Digamos que a mí, a medias… ¿Y tú, Ysaline?

A mí tampoco me apasiona. /

¡A mí también me encanta!

Yo como tú, Brune. /

Thomas: …

Entonces Thomas, ¿tienes una moto? / THOMAS

¿No será ya la hora del postre? / AMANDA

Thomas: ¿Has ido en moto alguna vez?

Nunca me ha interesado mucho.

No he tenido ocasión, ¡pero te diré que siento curiosidad por probar! / IMAGEN THOMAS

No… Me da un poco de miedo.

Amanda: …

¿Qué? ¿No es lo suficientemente glamuroso para ti? / IMAGEN AMANDA

¡Venga, ven! ¡Sola no es divertido! /

Yo voy… Si no vienes conmigo, será aún más ridículo. /

Amanda: Los buenos tiempos. Cuando todo era más sencillo…

¿Ahora es complicado? /

Es verdad que cuando éramos niños todo parecía más sencillo. /

A mí me llevaba mi madre al parque. /

[rubywolffxxx]

Shots de Valorant

(Gekko / Sova x Lectora)

Masterlist de mi autoría

Gekko: *La conexión que Mateo tenía con las pequeñas criaturas era tal que sentían en carne propia todo lo que el otro sentía. Dolor, frustración... e incluso ese leve enamoramiento que el joven estaba atravesando*

____ llevaba un buen rato refugiada en aquel callejón.

La herida que había sufrido tal vez no era grave, pero si lo suficiente dolorosa como para hacerle imposible el poder moverse.

—Mierda...—sus manos temblorosas presionaron aquel corte cercano a su tobillo. Sangraba bastante, y si pisaba dolía como el diablo. Los intentos fallidos para comunicarse con su equipo por el intercomunicador comenzaban a hacerla sentir nerviosa. Fue entonces cuando un leve borboteo la hizo mirar a un lado—. ¿Carnalito?—La criatura se acercó apresurada extendiendo sus brazos hacia ella—. Ya, campeón. Ven aqui.—____ lo tomó en brazos, estrujándolo con cariño—. ¿Dónde está Gekko? ¿Sabes si está cerca?—El pequeño amarillo se acurrucó en sus brazos, haciendo que ella riera bajito, olvidándose por un segundo la herida en su pie.

—¡____!—Un Gekko agitado apareció en el lugar, mirando de inmediato la herida de la chica.

—¿Por qué no contestan? Los estaba intentando llamar.—

—Lo siento, no hay buena señal aqui.—el chico le alcanzó aquella mochila de colores.

—Mis cosas, gracias... ¿Me ayudas con este asunto?—

—Oh, claro.—Gekko casi tuvo que arrancar a Carnalito de sus brazos.

—¿Qué le sucede últimamente? Esta muy pegote.—____ revisaba su mochila en busca de insumos, por lo que no vio la mueca nerviosa de Mateo.

—No sé...—carraspeó apenas—. ¿Qué tal eso? ¿Puedes ponerte de pie?—

—Si, pero necesito una mano.—

Gekko no tardó en ayudar a la chica apenas terminó de vendar su pie, pero en cuanto sus manos se aferraron al brazo del peliverde, Carnalito comenzó a reclamarle algo que ella no entendía.

—Ya ya, que intenso... Carnalito quiere que lo cargues.—____ rió bajito antes de abrir su mochila y dejarlo entrar.

—Como desee, señor.—En cuanto acomodó la mochila en su espalda, Carnalito se recostó en su hombro—Ahora si.—____ deslizó su brazo por el hombro de Gekko—. ¿Podemos irnos? ¿O tú también quieres que te cargue?—

Al tener el cuerpo de la chica tan cerquita al suyo, Mateo sintió todo el calor agolparse en su rostro.

Y eso solo hacía que Carnalito se aferrara aún más a la chica que lo cargaba.

Sova: *el arquero era la persona más linda y agradable que habías conocido, y no tardaste mucho en entender que te gustaba. Pero Sova se tomaba muy en serio la reglamentación del protocolo, y eso incluía las leyes de relaciones entre compañeros*

—Quiero ir con Sova.—

Brimstone enarcó una ceja al ver como aquella muchacha sonreía demasiado al ver al rubio, quien hacía su mejor esfuerzo por mantener la calma.

—¿Segura? En ese lugar hace mucho frío.—Killjoy la miró preocupada.

—¿Y qué? Me abrigo.—

—Deja eso.—Jett intervino—. Sabes que tu sistema no se lleva bien con el frio.—

____ decidió no discutir. No solo porque tenía razón, sino porque a Jett nunca le dicutia nada. La apreciaba mucho.

—... Iré a descansar entonces.—La chica se retiró sin más, y su bajón de ánimo fue evidente para todos.

—Brimstone...—Sova llamó la atención del jefe—. ¿Puedo pedirte un favor?—

____ trotaba a paso tranquilo en aquella cinta mecánica, cuando vio por el rabillo del ojo que alguien entraba al gimnasio. Sonrió al ver al cazador.

—Dóbraye útra, Sasha... ¿Qué tal? ¿Lo pronuncié bien?—

��Buenos días para ti también, ____. Vas mejorando con eso.—

—¿Tú crees?—lo vio asentir con una leve sonrisa—. Cool, cuando mi pronunciación sea buena, te pediré una cita.—

—Como insistes, mujer.—

—¿No eras tú el que decía "persevera y triunfarás?—____ bajó de la cinta, tomando su botella de agua—. Aprendí a ser paciente, no tengo apuro... Aunque de verdad estaba ansiosa por ir contigo hoy.—

—Bueno, respecto a eso... Me cambiaron de locación, iremos a Lisboa.—

—... ¿"Iremos"?—

—¿Que no quieres?—Sova rió al ver que la chica festejaba en silencio.

—Te abrazaría pero estoy toda sudada, te salvaste esta vez... Déjame ducharme y prepararé mis cosas. ¡Tendremos una cita!—

—No es una cita.—

—Ah, pero te gustaría.—

El hombre miró con una leve sonrisa como la chica salía del lugar, dejándolo a solas con un sentimiento de los más agradable. Por más que intentara pegarse a las reglas del protocolo, y esquivar todo el tiempo las insinuaciones de la chica...

La verdad era que ya había caído por completo en las redes de la chica de radiante sonrisa.

[jazzforthecaptain]

Happy 20th Birthday, Winter Pastures

Today marks the 20th anniversary of the completion of my Yu-Gi-Oh! chaseshipping fic, Winter Pastures. Somewhere in the past, a much younger me pushed the submit button for what she thought was the last time on this story. It was the most adult thing she'd ever written. She was in college, struggling with her own queerness and the pressures of being twenty, shy, and tasting independence for the first time.

In the process of writing it, she stitched in bits of herself and the places she loved. She always does. She always will. The work in progress that she is, is there, limned in words and italics, in the 'this and that and the other thing' patter of her writing. She doesn't have any creative writing classes under her belt yet. She hasn't experienced Annie Proulx, but she's about to. She's been to Amarillo, she knows she feels places but hasn't figured out how to breathe them into her writing.

She doesn't know how to be in a relationship. She doesn't know how to be in love. But she will, oh god, she will. This was what she knew at the time. Even if it wasn't as deep as it could be, the love story she hemmed into every chapter is the backbone of what she'll write in the years to come. If you can scrape off the patina of old habits and the borrowed beliefs, you can see a comfortable, profound love. People who want to be in love so much, they'll navigate the entropy that makes them strangers. People who doubt and break, but never quite leave one another's lives because they fit so well. One without the other might function, but wouldn't work quite right.

She's always been a sucker for a reunion.

There will be more to this story, but I have work to do first. I wish I had the whole thing packaged up to share with you, but I wanted to at least mark this day. There's something self-loving in being able to look back at the writer I was twenty years ago and see the shape of the person I was without too much judgment. I don't remember much about writing this fic, but I remember hours with my Discman plugged into my car stereo, talking plot points with myself on the way to and from college. Evenings hunched over a notebook in my library, drafting in pencil to transcribe later. The ever-present Footloose CD and an mp3 player stuffed with Richard Marx.

I only know about this anniversary because of a kind reader. Someone left a comment on the fic a couple of weeks ago, and in the process touched off a chain of events that reminded me how much I loved writing these two idiots. It's worth repeating - thanks, @lia404. Your kindness and generosity sparked me to feel like writing again, and reintroduced me to the show and the characters at a time in my life when I have new perspectives and new questions. I lived and breathed this world for years, but somehow it feels fresh again.

Like I said, I'm a sucker for a reunion.

[mujerconalasdemariposa]

SEÑOR ENVÍANOS:

Otoñal el tiempo se ha tornado,

arrancando de los árboles las hojas que voltean por el viento desatado y caen a tierra cual yertas mariposas...

De cobre y amarillo van cubriendo el césped y la arena como un manto; yacen muertas, dormidas sin aliento,

desgajadas por siempre de su árbol Padre amado, ¡cuántas almas perecen, separadas de ti y de tu amor,

y caen sin conocer a quién merece la gloria y la alabanza y el loor!

Verles, Señor, es dolorosa herida,

pues, cual hojas privadas de su savia, viven en realidad sin tener vida, por no haber recibido tu palabra...

Envíanos, Dios santo, a predicar,

a socorrer a tantos que se pierden, a hablarles del amor y de la paz, que Jesús quiere a todos ofrecerles...

¡Son tan grandes los campos!

      ¡Tan cercana la siega!

¡Oh, Señor, en tu amor confiamos, para que haya abundante cosecha!

Y les dijo: Id por todo el mundo y predicad el evangelio a toda criatura...

El que creyere y fuere bautizado, será salvo; más el que no creyere, será condenado...

(S. Marcos 16:15-16 )...Amén... DTBM.!! 🙌🦋🌼🍃😴✨💫