#oh and FUCK YOU DE LA FUENTE

[girlstressed]

this is all im going to post about the gavi situation but it makes me sick to think about the fact that the way young players are being treated like investments and being out in situations where they have career altering injuries at young ages…clubs and coaches need to take more accountability and all we can do is hope he gets better but the whole situation reminds me of ronaldo and xavi and we hope he gets better and is back in the game after some rest

[ikram1909]

Araujo and cancelo really fucked up but you know who is also to blame ? De la fuente. He’ll pay for his crime

Oh my god, he actually fucked us over beyond belief I fucking hate him. The things I would do to go back in time and stop that injury from happening... The game would be completely different with him on the pitch tonight but baldie has to go and kill him and now he can only watch from afar. I fucking hate him so much

[romanalfonsogodoydelacroix]

New York City Cops

Canción de The Strokes

Oh

Oh

Oh

Jaja, quise decir, ah

Ha-ha, I meant, ah

No, no quise decir eso en absoluto.

No, I didn't mean that at all

Ooh ooh

Ooh-ooh

Aquí en las calles tan mecanizadas

Here in the streets so mechanized

Subir al fondo del sentido de la vida.

Rise to the bottom of the meaning of life

Estudié todas las reglas y no quería participar.

Studied all the rules and didn't want no part

Pero te dejé entrar sólo para romper este corazón

But I let you in just to break this heart

Aunque fue sólo una noche, fue

Even though it was only one night, it was

jodidamente extraño

Fucking strange

Nina está en el dormitorio.

Nina's in the bedroom

Ella dijo: "Es hora de irse ahora".

She said, "Time to go now"

Pero dejarlo no es fácil

But leavin' it ain't easy

Tengo que dejarlo ir, oh, tengo que dejarlo ir

I got to let go, oh, I got to let go

Y las horas corrieron lentas

And the hours they ran slow

Dije, todas las noches, ella no puede dejar de decir

I said, every night, she just can't stop saying

Policías de la ciudad de Nueva York, policías de la ciudad de Nueva York

New York City cops, New York City cops

Policías de la ciudad de Nueva York, pero no son demasiado inteligentes.

New York City cops, but they ain't too smart

Policías de la ciudad de Nueva York, policías de la ciudad de Nueva York

New York City cops, New York City cops

Policías de la ciudad de Nueva York, pero no son demasiado inteligentes.

New York City cops, but they ain't too smart

Bueno, mátame ahora porque te decepcioné

Well, kill me now 'cause I let you down

Juro que un día dejaré esta ciudad

I swear one day I'm gonna leave this town

Detener

Stop

Sí, me voy, porque simplemente no funcionará.

Yes, I'm leaving, 'cause it just won't work

Y actúan como romanos, pero visten como turcos.

And they act like Romans, but they dress like Turks

Algún tiempo en tu mejor momento

Some time in your prime

Mírame, me gusta el verano pero, ey

See me, I like the summertime but, hey

Nina está en el dormitorio.

Nina's in the bedroom

Ella dijo: "Es hora de irse ahora".

She said, "Time to go now"

Pero irse no es fácil

But leaving, it ain't easy

Oh, tengo que dejarlo ir, oh, tengo que dejarlo ir, oh

Oh, I got to let go, oh, I got to let go, oh

Atrapado en un apartamento

Trapped in an apartment

Ella no dejaría que la atraparan.

She would not let them get her

Ella lo escribió en una carta.

She wrote it in a letter

Tengo que confesar, pero las autoridades han visto

I got to come clean but the authorities they've seen

Cariño, estoy en algún punto intermedio

Darling, I'm somewhere in between

Dije, todas las noches, ella no puede dejar de decir

I said, every night, she just can't stop saying

Policías de la ciudad de Nueva York, policías de la ciudad de Nueva York

New York City cops, New York City cops

Policías de la ciudad de Nueva York, pero no son demasiado inteligentes.

New York City cops, but they ain't too smart

Policías de la ciudad de Nueva York, policías de la ciudad de Nueva York

New York City cops, New York City cops

Policías de la ciudad de Nueva York, pero no son demasiado inteligentes.

New York City cops, but they ain't too smart

Fuente: LyricFind

Compositores: Julian Casablancas

Letra de New York City Cops © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

[thesolotomyhan]

amado carrillo fuentes as a dad would include

a/n: hehe slowly coming back because heres my soft ass dropping this long hc for you guys, im so in love with preggo/dad hcs yall im sorry pls love me-

Taglist: @fandomnerd16​ @visintaes​ @sheeshgivemeabreak​  @artemiseamoon​ @yvngfirefly​ 

let me know if you want to be tagged!​

ok so,, we’ve briefly already gone over some ideas of amado being a dad and in some sense how he would be when your pregnant-

but let’s refresh some points here and there yeah? because im SOFT at the thought of amado becoming a dad and the fucking HEART EYES DE TONTIN he would always have looking at you-

just listen- ok because the very moment amado knew about his kid’s existence growing inside of you-

this man was instantly wrapped around their little finger right then and there,, he just grew an attachment with them from then on alright

like im just imagining him always talking to your stomach every single night he possibly can,,

giving it little kisses, his other hand caressing your stomach like “8 mas meses mi amor, hasta que yo y tu mami te podemos abrazar” i

like :(( i can see him whispering to your stomach at 3 in the morning, thinking your asleep as he gently whispers to his bebe about anything and everything when he cant sleep-

and like hed just talk about if his kid is going to be a girl hes just over here saying something like “si dios quiere bendecirme, saldras igualita a tu mama, de hermosa y inteligente-” i cannot

dios mio- he just screams overprotective,, like if you thought he was protective before with you, that is nothing compared to the amount of extraness hes taking when youre pregnant,,

like hes going to be duplicating your security so much even if youre just going to the store down the block for 1 thing- youre going to be even more untouchable than the president- hes not taking any chances-

when hes with you,, my god hes just doing the MOST,

like he hates it if people look at you for more than 5 seconds because hes already snapping back at them like- “qUE CABRON, te gusto algo o que? no te traje para que te le quedes mirando a mI ESPOSA ASI-” i

he would also never let you do things on your own when hes there, it doesnt matter if youre 6 weeks pregnant or 7 months pregnant, hes not letting you move a single muscle because hes already going to be doing it for you-

doesn’t matter if all you have to do is move your arm to open the door- his ass is already opening it, holding you by the small of your back :((

but also the cravings?? dear god- I swear he gets them more than you do

because when your craving donuts or something at 2 in the morning hes over here snapping his fingers and sending his men out the moment you so as much think about it-

“órale pues, hijos de su reshingada madre, ya escucharon, traigan a mi esposa sus 3 cajas de pan” lmaoo when literally all you wanted was one but ya le sacaste las ganas a el-

just :(( he would love to eat cravings with you all the time so you dont feel bad :( its one of his favorite things to do- i cant 

and listen- the AVIONETA TOYS!!

its something that i know he would do as a dad :( like him collecting all these different toys while youre pregnant,, organizing them around his kid’s room :(

so when his kid is older they can play with them with like these matching pjs he bought :(((

just wanting his kid to be able to be interested in the things that amado likes to do- its BONDING ok dont look at me-

but also this baby mobile he got for his kid,, with like these little airplanes hanging from them,,

woW :( i cry at the thought of him playing around with it everytime he walks into the room,, just imaging the moment when he’ll be able to look down and see his angelito sleeping i :((

he just gives me so much soft vibes of wanting to try to always be apart of his kid’s life growing up,,

just never wanting to leave your side either because dear god if something were to happen to you or his kid before he ever gets to meet them-

its going to be like juarez never existed in the first place,, hes just always going to be right there next to you as much as physically possible,,, god- it only gets increases when his kid is finally born-

this mf never shuts up about you and his baby,,

like probably ranting for hours to acosta about it like, “nada, cabron, nada se siento mejor que poder por fin alzar a mi hijo/a, pinshi hermoso creatura que mi esposa me dio-“ :((

AHh,,wait can you fucking imagine you making acosta the padrino,,:( because ??

like even though he cant stand when amado doesnt shut up,, nothing beat the feeling the day he met your kid,, just happier than ever that you chose him to look over them:(((

i am laughing at the thought of acosta always walking up to amado whenever he has your kid,,

his voice going all light like “buenos dias, donde esta mi nino/a favorito?!” and just taking his kid out of his arms,, spinning them around, completely ignoring amado all together as he starts to walk away-loL probably while still talking to your kid and offering them candy :(

god- since we’re here his kid would literally want to be around amado all the time,, wanting his attention,, i just !!

imagine amado convincing you so that he can take his kid to work or something- i

the smile on his face because his kid is over here in his arms pointing at all the planes like “papi!! mira, that one looks like my stuffed airplane at home” little finger pointing excitedly- i cannot

but he would never, never mention anything about his business in front of them for your sake but also because he doesnt want to ever be the bad guy in his kids eyes alright :(

also im so sorry in advance but if he had a daughter that little girl would fucking OWN his heart- his princessa de todos los cielos :((( NO IM NOT CRYING

ayY but if he had a son, i just know he would dress him up in all black like su papi:(( a LITTLE CUERVITO version- oh my god :(

he would be such a fucking pushover dad too- like always reading them bedtime stories, giving into them no matter what,, getting them these big ass surprise presents every time he comes home from the airstrip,, just CONSINTIENDO HIS NINOS all the time-

like:( hold on just imagine on some days you coming from the kitchen after making some dessert for your ninos and amado but finding them all passed out on your bed:(((

like your daughter on top of his chest and your son curled into his side,, both of them holding their favorite stuffed toy, their little hands holding onto his shirt -I SOB

i just- i can see him also being the dad that would hold his kid above him,, carefully tossing them in the air

his laughs mixing in with their little fucking giggles as he brings them down to his face to kiss them every time :((((

i don’t know- im just so soft at the idea of him walking around the house or his work with his kid on his hip :((-

or him distracting his ninos while you cook breakfast for them- i just might about sob if i keep going

oh fuck- or every morning before he leaves to go work, he comes into their bedroom,, kissing the top of their heads,, moving their messy hair out of the way :((

probably prays a little thing- like for nothing bad to happen to you or his kids while hes gone for the day:( i

:(( no offense but i cannot handle the thought of him picking them up in their blanket in the morning,, his kid still sleeping and bringing them into your bed so youre all together when you wake up- his soft fucking smile while he tucks them into you :((((

becasue THATS HIS FAMILIA- the one hes always dreamed about having- 

wow um- but hes definitely the type of dad that would build his kids a whole ass park in the backyard for them-

like his kids wanting a swimming pool with a water slide? You bet your ass hes going to build one,, im :((

wow ok but if his son was into soccer or his daughter into ballet or something and theyre practicing at home-

i can see him being the dad that would sit there, smile on his fucking face,, praising them while they practice,, ugHH just him telling you about the improvements they made while he watched them-  i

god- please don’t get me started how he’ll always go to school plays/sports with you just so he can feel orgulloso thats his kid out there performing-

why am i crying at the thought of him having this picture of you and your kids with him wherever he goes, like his buena suerte or something- im SORRY i CANT

or him calling you every day when hes at work,, wanting to hear your voice but also hear the moment his kids scream “WE LOVE YOU DADDY!!” :(

i just- every night,, him always telling you how he would never change you and his kids for anything in the world like- “sabes, dios me bendicio de que tu fueras la mama perfecta para mis hijos-” goodbye i need to go cry

[mist3lla]

On That Rainy Day

Chapter 1 - Transfer Student

❀ Characters| Cecilia de la Fuente, Nikolai Stepanov

❀ Genere| Series, OCS

❀ Warnings| Mild Cussing

❀ Summary| Cecilia seems to have gotten used to being alone, and she liked it. But then a guy named Nikolai transfers to her school and seems to have taken a liking to her.

❀ A/N| Proofread!! This is a series I'll be writing. I wrote this back in June. It was originally gonna be posted on Wattpad but I decided against it. I completely forgot about this series and I just remembered that I wrote this and edited a couple of things!! Hope you guys like it!:D

"How am I supposed so get home now?" I questioned myself.

I was out at the park. Playing with my friends like I always did. Then suddenly it began to rain.

"Aw man. I knew I should have asked Mitzy's mom for a ride.."

"Here. You can use my umbrella." Felix said to me.

"But you're going to get sick! I'll just run back home. I can run super fast! Faster than lightning!"

"No no. It's okay! I will wait here. My mom and dad are going to pick me up."

"Well..If you say so. Thank you!"

I took the dark haired boy's umbrella. A pretty red color. With it, I ran towards my home. Not knowing that that will be my last time seeing him.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

10 years later

Cecilia's POV

"Don't forget to step by the office later today! The winner of the Mural Art Contest has been posted!"

"Ugh she's probably gonna win. She always does."

Like you're gonna win with your 1st grader drawing..

I head out of the classroom and towards the office. A month ago the school announced a Mural Art Contest. The drawing from the winner is going to be painted onto the left wall of the school. And I hope I win.

"Huh?. ."

That's odd..My drawing didn't win. Oh well..

If I got second then who got first..?

"Ni..Nikolai Stepanov?" Is he new? I don't recognize that name. He's in my grade..I usually know if there's a transfer student. Although I did hear a rumor that there was a transfer student a week ago..

I am a loner. And no it's not because I'm weird. Well maybe..I don't know what people think about me. I am asocial. Which means that I don't like socializing and I try to avoid it. I just like being by myself. There's no fighting and no drama.

But I believe that the reason why I don't  have any friends is because..well..I'm different. And by different I mean by..you know..skin color. My name is Cecilia de la Fuente. Pretty name right? Well..you and I might think so..buuut the other kids here....heh let's just say they may not think so.

Back on topic. Since I'm the "quiet kid" I usually hear all the chisme that goes around the school. But I have never heard of this Nikolai Stepanov.

I turn around. A tall guy with dark haie walks into the hallway. He seems to take care of his hair unlike the other guys at our school. It looks so fluffy and soft. Like clouds.

I notice that the girls around me start to whisper.

"Look that's Nikolai! He transfered here last week!"

"Didn't he get into detention for a week on his first day?"

"I heard that it was because he punched a teacher."

"He punched Mr. Robinson. He deserved it anyways. Mr. Robinson's fucking creepy..."

"I think he's Russian."

"His face! Oh my God."

"Have you heard his accent?"

I sigh. No wonder why I haven't seen him before. I have to admit..he is kinda good looking. I bet that the girls will be all over him soon..

A group of 4 girls head towards him. Unfortunately I was right. Poor guy..

The bell rang. Marking the end of our free period. My next period is Art. My favorite.

Will I have any class with Nikolai?..I hope not. He seems to get the girls attention a lot..and some of them are crazy enough to think they have a chance..they might even change their classes just so they can be with him. That thought scares me..

I step inside of the Art room. I find my seat and set my bag on the floor. I like art because it's so peaceful and qui—

I hear someone enter the classroom and walk towards me. . . They sit on the chair next to me. Their bag falls to the ground with a loud thud. 

"Hello." They must be talking to the people in front of me. "Rude. . .Oh my god. Helloooo?" Again..They must be talking to the people in front.. right?. . Oh no "Hi.." I say while I turn towards them. It's the guy, Nikolai. 

Wow Cecilia you just had to jinx it..

I can see why the girls like him so much. He has a red streak in his beautiful dark hair. With the most prettiest green eyes I have ever seen. His hair is so fluffy that I just want to to—No! Cecilia put yourself together!

"My name is Nikolai Stepanov. I recently moved here last week."

"U-Um..I'm Cecilia de la Fuente.."

STAY CALM CECILIA! He's new. He probably doesn't have any friends..maybe?.. He's just lonely and wants to get to know people. And when he gets to know a lot of people he'll leave you alone. Hopefully. . .maybe.

"You have a very pretty name. You can call me Kai." He smiles. Oh God that smile.

"Thank you." I smile back. When does class start?

"Let's get to know each other from now on. What do you say? I don't know any people here and I had a pretty rough start."

"Um. Sure! Why not?"

WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY??? Something like oh sorry no I don't like talking to people. If I said that then the conversation would turn super awkward...

"You seem kind of my type Cecilia." He smiles. Or is he smirking?? "Are you single by any chance?"

O-Oh. He's one of those guys..

"I'm sorry I don't date anyone who I've just met or haven't talked to..heh" I laugh nervously feeling my cheeks burning up a bit. What is he thinking?? Asking a girl out when you literally just met them??

"That's too bad.." He sighs. "Oh! Let's try to find something in common. Hmm how about..we talk about art. Since we are here. In art." He adds.

"I saw that you won the mural art contest." I reply back nervously.

"I did? Hm I was thinking I wasn't gonna win. You entered too right?"

I nod.

"I thought for sure that yours was going to win. I really liked the flowers. And the dove too! Your drawing is amazing!"

"Thank you..I really liked your dandelions. Um..I just really liked your drawing. Like the whole vibe and look of it..heh." Nikolai thank you for carrying the conversation..

"Thanks. Oh! And the message too! Like how your drawing was like about spring coming after winter. Like the Sun always comes out after a bad storm. Something like that."

Ah. He noticed?

"Sit in your seats!" the teacher said while closing the door. "After learning multiple techniques on using water colors, you will have a project on painting a scenery using water colors. The project will be due next month. Since you are still beginners. If you need help on your painting, ask for help from your seat partner."

"Cecilia? I unfortunately only know how to use colored pencils. I've never painted before. Could you help me with the project?"

You've got to be kidding me.

[bumblesimagines]

We All Have Secrets

Request: Yes or No

Finally gonna give the straights some attention lmao. Also, I'm not completely sure what (Y/N)'s secret should be so suggestions would be appreciated.

TW: Transphobia, homophobia, and biphobia

~

(Y/N) looked down at his phone, smiling softly as he walked. He quickly answered a text from Isabela.

'Isa, just tell them to keep it a secret. Nat and Mari would never tell anyone. Raul wouldn't tell anyone either.'

"Baby!" Maria called, smiling widely as she approached him. (Y/N) slid his phone into his pocket, arms wrapping around his girlfriend and lifting her up. Maria giggled, leaning in and kissing him gently. (Y/N) put her down, tucking a strand of Maria's black hair behind her ear. Maria's gaze softened, forehead resting against (Y/N)s.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Dario called, waving them over. (Y/N) chuckled, taking Maria's hand and pulling her along towards where their friends were sat at.

"Why can you two be like Maria and (Y/N)? They don't try eating each other's faces off every five seconds." Dario crossed his arms, looking at Isabela and Pablo. Isabela scoffed and rolled her eyes while Pablo chuckled. (Y/N) sat down, smiling when Maria sat on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, looking at their friends.

"How did the Nona thing go?" (Y/N) asked softly, gazing at his girlfriend. Maria hummed, smiling.

"I think Nat did a great job." Maria shrugged lightly, pecking his cheek before she opened her lunch bowl. Maria got some of her salad, raising it up to (Y/N)'s lips. (Y/N) smiled, opening his mouth and happily taking the food. Natalia leaned forward, frowning and looking at Gerry.

"What's up with Rosita? Why is she coming over here? Is she gonna be sitting with us everyday?" Natalia asked, disgust evident in her voice. Gerry ignored her, grinning widely and extending his arms towards the girl.

"Hey, how are you?" Gerry asked as Rosita approached them and sat on his lap. (Y/N) shared a look with Maria, chuckling softly and shaking his head. Natalia blinked in shock as Rosita and Gerry began to make out.

"Gerardo! Gerardo, stop it! Seriously? If you're gonna be doing this, find somewhere else." Natalia huffed, glaring at the couple.

"Don't be envious." Rosita said, pulling away and looking at her.

"It's not personal, Rosita. If someone sees you here, they'll think anyone can sit with us." Natalia said, shaking her head lightly. Rosita scoffed, rolling her eyes and standing. As she walked by, she knocked over Natalia's new purse.

"Don't you know how much this cost, idiot?" Natalia huffed, picking up her purse. Maria frowned, shaking her head.

"Oh, just leave her alone already. Poor Rosita." Maria said. Natalia scoffed.

"Poor Rosita what? She needs to learn her place." Natalia grumbled, zipping up her purse. Isabela turned her head, looking at (Y/N).

"Hey, (Y/N), you want something from the vending machine?" She asked, brow quirking. (Y/N) got the hint, nodding.

"Yeah, sure." He smiled, looking at Maria. Maria licked her lips, standing up so (Y/N) could get up.

"You want something, gorgeous?" (Y/N) asked, giving her a small smile. Maria shook her head, returning the smile as she sat down. Maria watched Isabela and (Y/N) walk away, slight jealousy bubbling in her stomach. She tried pushing the feeling away, knowing (Y/N) and Isabela were just good friends.

"Why wouldn't Pablo want me to come out to my friends?" Isabela asked, frowning and she looking at (Y/N). (Y/N) licked his lips, shrugging.

"Lots of reasons.. He's not ready, he doesn't want the news to spread, he thinks he'll get shit for it." (Y/N) listed off, taking out a dollar and looking over the snacks. Isabela sighed, scratching her forehead.

"All I heard was him, him, him. What about me?" Isabela shook her head, frown on her face as she sighed deeply. (Y/N) got some dortitos, looking at Isabela.

"Don't stress, Isa. You do what you want. If I were you, I wouldn't tell Gerry or the other two idiots. They're already misogynistic and homophobic. You know how they treat Luis who has never done anything to them. They still make jokes about me cheating on Maria with a guy." (Y/N) frowned, opening the bag of chips.

"I just.. I don't want Pablo to get mad at me." Isabela said, rubbing her arm. (Y/N) hummed, sighing.

"Well, Maria can keep a secret. You can start by telling her." (Y/N) said softly. Isabela gave a small smile and nodded, getting a small snack and heading back as lunch ended. Maria perked up when she saw her boyfriend, smiling.

"I saved you some salad." She said softly as (Y/N) picked up his backpack. He smiled, pecking her lips and taking the bowl from her.

"Thanks, baby." (Y/N) cooed. Maria giggled, nodding. She glanced at Isabela, licking her lips. She looked at (Y/N), head tilting.

"You guys were gone for a bit. What did you talk about?" Maria asked, picking up her bag. (Y/N) finished eating, handing the bowl back to her and closing the bag of chips. He slid it into his backpack, shrugging.

"Typical gossip stuff." (Y/N) replied, looking at her. Maria grabbed his arm, waving to their friends. They started heading to class.

"I wish I had a friendship like you and Isa's." Maria said, resting her head against his arm. (Y/N) chuckled, glancing at her.

"Me and Isa have been friends since we were kids. Our mother's have always been friends so it's only natural that we're friends too." (Y/N) shrugged, looking forward. Maria looked at (Y/N), giving him a small grin.

"Let's go to the janitors closet." Maria cooed, standing infront of him. (Y/N) cocked a brow, chuckling.

"Alright."

(Y/N) looked at Quintanilla, boredly listening to his speech about cellphone use. He sighed softly, looking at Maria. Maria looked back at him, leaning over and kissing him. (Y/N) hummed, kissing her back. They pulled back when they heard a distorted male voice coming from the video.

"Who is Isabela De La Fuente?" (Y/N) furrowed his brows, glancing at Isabela. He watched the video, dread filling his stomach when he realized the direction it was going. Whoever had made it, did it with the intent on outing Isabela as trans. Students began shouting insults and asked Isabela questions. Isabela quickly stood, leaving the auditorium. (Y/N) stood up, following her out.

"Isa, wait!" (Y/N) called out, hearing Maria and Natalia calling for her as well. Isabela rushed into the bathroom. (Y/N) stopped infront of it, frowning.

"We'll take care of her, babe. Don't worry." Maria assured him, kissing him softly and entering the bathroom with her sister. (Y/N) looked at his phone, seeing people already posting about it. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He turned his head, noticing two girls trying to listen in.

"Don't you two have better things to do? Are your lives so boring that you have to be in other peoples business?" (Y/N) asked, cocking a brow. The girls scoffed and walked away, mumbling between themselves. (Y/N) watched Pablo and the other boys approach the bathroom.

"Did you know she was a dude?" Ernesto asked him. (Y/N) scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Are you fucking blind or stupid?" (Y/N) asked, glaring at him as he straightened up. Isabela stepped out of the bathroom, teary eyes settling on Pablo. She went to hug him but Pablo gently pushed her back.

"How could you do this to me?" Pablo asked as Ernesto, Dario, and Gerry made more comments.

"What do you mean?" Isabela asked, brows furrowing.

"Yeah, nobody told us you had a dick." Gerry said, shrugging.

"Shut up, asshole." Isabela huffed, glaring at Gerry. Pablo swallowed, licking his lips as he glanced at the guys.

"I mean, you lied." Pablo shrugged. Isabela stared at him in shock, betrayal written all over her face.

"No, I didn't."

"I trusted you." Pablo shook his head. Isabela scoffed, stepping away from him and glancing at their friends.

"You're a fucking asshole." Isabela glared at Pablo, walking away from him with the others following. One of the teachers, Susana, gently hugged her and took her away from the others. (Y/N) looked at Pablo, shaking his head.

"Way to go, dipshit." (Y/N) snapped at him, feeling Maria gently place her hand on his chest and step infront of him.

"Let's make sure Isa is okay, baby." Maria encouraged lightly, not wanting them to fight. She gently took his hand, pulling him away. Isabela was allowed to go home early so her parents picked her up. (Y/N) took out his car keys, approaching his car. He glanced up at Pablo.

"Did you know?" Pablo asked quietly. (Y/N) unlocked his car, opening the door and hitting Pablo with it. Pablo grunted softly, rubbing his arm.

"Of course I fucking knew. Isabela is like a sister to me. You can go to hell for that shit you pulled." (Y/N) barked, tossing his backpack inside.

"Baby, can I stay over at your place?" Maria asked, lifting her dress a bit and jogging over to them. (Y/N) nodded, motioning to his car while holding eye contact with Pablo. Pablo broke it, looking at the ground.

"Get in." Maria went around, opening the passenger door and getting in. She took off her bag, placing it on her lap. (Y/N) got in, closing the door and reversing.

"Pablo-"

"He did it to save his own ass. No wonder he didn't want Isabela to tell you guys. He was embarrassed." (Y/N) scoffed, knuckles whitening from his grip on the wheel. Maria frowned, taking his hand and gently kissing it.

"I hate it when you're upset." Maria mumbled, thumb running over (Y/N)'s knuckles. (Y/N) let out a deep sigh, shoulders slumping.

"How about we order some pizza and have a movie night?" Maria asked, smiling. (Y/N) shook his head lightly, licking his lips.

"Isa needs me." (Y/N) replied, gaze focused on the road. Maria sighed, leaning back against the seat. She looked away from him.

"What about me?" Maria asked softly, playing with her hair with her free hair. (Y/N) glanced at her, frowning.

"Princess..."

"I just feel like we haven't been on any dates recently." Maria shrugged, looking at him. She gave him a small smile.

"It's fine! We can spend the night at Isa's place or she can come over." Maria shrugged.

"No, I'll.. I'll give her a call. We can spend the rest of the day together." Maria smiled widely, nodding eagerly. She leaned over, kissing his cheek.

"Thank you, baby."

[thequeenb]

I needed to hate you to love me (part 9)

Pairings KamilahxMC

Amy heard voices, they sounded familiar yet they felt so far. She didn't have time to process what she just saw before another memory took her further into the bliss.

Amy was walking down the streets of Paris alone and in pain. She just landed, she didn't thought much about it. She booked a flight and left from that place that reminded her of Kamilah. Central park was where most of their walks were taking place, her apartment was full with memories of them kissing on the couch, of them fucking in every corner.

And then there was Raines Crop where she first met her. The place where she found the love of her life. She stole her heart only to crush inside her fist. She couldn't bare to sit behind that desk, she couldn't lay her eyes on that conference room.

Ahmanet Financial, the place where she came and go like it was her home, she thought it was. The elevator Kamilah made love to her to, the desk where she screamed her name, where she told her she was everything she didn't knew she needed.

So she left, she flew away leaving all her worries and pain behind. She was walking lost in her thoughts late at night when her eyes fell upon a beautiful shop.

"La vie en rose" she read in her terrible french accent. She approached the glass admiring the handy work that had been done. Beautiful dresses had been placed for everyone to see, anyone to desire them.

She was so consumed by the details of the dresses that she didn't notice a woman standing behind her watching her with a sly smile.

" Do you like what you see?" that sentence sounded like purr as the woman stepped closer

Amy swallowed hard, how long was she there? She thought. "Um yea, whoever made them is really talented"

The woman laughed sweetly "Why thank you"

The realisation hit her like a train, as her cheeks turned bring red "Oh! I am sorry i didn't knew"

"I am Maria De La Fuente, and you are?" She said extending her hand smiling

Amy forced a smile hiding all her emotions for a stranger to see "I am Amy" she shook her hand slightly but she gasped feeling an electricity ran through her body with just a touch, something she only felt with..

"Kamilah maybe we should leave Maria alone with Amy" Adrian said giving her am unreadable expression

"I think it should be for the bes--" Serafine begin to speak but Amy blinked a couple of time humming some words they tried to understand

Gauis..Maria..Kamilah..a fire.

"Amy my love are you alright?" Maria said as she held her tight.

Amy looked around taking in her surroundings looking at three faces leaning over hers.

"Lets give her space to breathe" Adrian firmly took a step back

"Easy, easy..i am here okay? Can you move?" Amy nodded holding her head, it felt so heavy like a hundreds of hummers hit her all at once

Kamilah watched how they took care of eachother, how they leaned to eachother's hug, how Amy craved for Maria and how safe she felt in her arms.

So she stormed out, her mind blurry with thoughts. She knew Amy would know now, but what if she didn't? What if she doesn't even understand why she did it?

Adrian followed her out a hint of concern in his voice "What happened? Five minutes ago you would break me in half if i asked you to leave"

Kamilah turned around scoffing "Please, like she needs me anyways, she has her fiancé" the last word came out of her like it was a poison she kept in the tip of her tongue

Adrian crossed his arms "We both know thats not why you left"

No one would understand why she did it, how she was forced, not everything is as it seems.

"You dont know anything Raines" a threatening tone entered her tone, and Adrian knew better so he left her alone saying his goodnight

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Maria lead Amy to the car making sure she was ok. Amy insisted on walking but her fiance was overprotective as always.

For a while they drove in silence. Amy was trying to progress everything she saw the anger making her blood boil.

"you are trembling" Maria said squeezing her hand giving her a faint smile

She didn't want her to know, she didn't want to let Kamilah ruin everything they have built until now so she let her mind focus on the warmth Maria radiated and how safe she felt.

"I am just still in a state of shock i am sorry" she said looking at the window

"There is nothing to be sorry about" Maria was chewing on her bottom lip nervously not wanting to say anything that would trigger her lover's emotions

"If you wanted to know..you should have asked"

Amy now looked her ashamed because she was right, she violated her privacy.

"Its so complicated Maria, i didn't knew you and her.." she didn't finish her sentence, Maria's screams echoed through her mind

"If i knew it was her who broke you i would never.."

Amy's eyes was burning her with her gaze, she was waiting eagerly for every word she would say. Her state was fragile how could she tell her that they kissed?

Signing she pulled up on the side of the road, her hands clenched on the steering wheel

"She kissed me, the day i met Adrian at the restaurant"

Everything now clicked on Amy's mind. Kamilah's behaviour, how possessive she was, she wanted to ruin my life again

She took Maria's hands in hers tears forming in her eyes

She explained everything that had happened, every kiss they shared every touched. Her voice broke explaining how she manipulated both but deep down she knew she was saying a beautiful lie.

She wanted to touch her, she wanted to kiss her, hell even for a moment she wanted to leave everything for her but thats what will satisfy her and she wasnt willing to surrender.

Maria was angry and disappointed not towards Amy but towards Kamilah and herself. She got out of the car taking some fresh air, Amy following behind her

"Lets never let anyone ruin our life together" Amy smiled as Maria's eyes softened

"Yes, lets" she reached for her pocket to pull out Amy's diamond ring, their promise of forever.

"Will you, Amy Parker marr--"

"Yes yes yes!!" Amy jumped kissing Maria softly as she slipped her ring to her fourth finger.

They held eachother tight, Amy closed her eyes as tears ran down her cheeks, she felt like home. But when she opened them on the opposite side of the road she noticed two pair of eyes gazing intense towards her.

Kamilah.

Smiling widely she let the ring shine under the moonlight. Kissing Maria hard she forgot herself in the warmth, but when she looked around those pair of eyes were red and angry.

Before they return to the car Amy looked around but Kamilah disappeared.

At that moment nothing mattered, it felt like only her and Maria exist in this world.

"I love you" Maria kissed the outside of her hand smiling

"I love you too" Amy said lovingly admiring her ring.

They were driving down an empty street almost arriving at their house. Everything felt peaceful. The midnight air hit Maria's face as she was driving careless singing their favourite songs together.

That until a car appeared out of nowhere hitting Maria's side door hard.

The whole car flipped. Everything seemed to stop, Amy didn't had time to wrap her head around it. Before she even know it their car was flipped upside down, the glass ripped off her skin.

Amy blinked a couple of times feeling her body turning numb. She felt wet and sticky. Why am i wet? It was only then when with all her strength she looked down to her chest and saw a huge wound, a pool of blood running down her body.

Her instincts reached out for Maria but the driver's seat was empty. She wanted to scream for help but she couldn't, her voice felt trapped inside her throat.

She tried her best to move but it was impossible. How can a second change everything in her life?

Before she pass out she felt a pair of hands pulling her carefully out of the destroyed car.

"No no no Amy no!!" Maria's voice echoed through her mind, she couldn't hear everything she said.

She laid her on the road carefully calling an ambulance with her shaky hands.

Amy couldn't believe what was happening, that they had an accident, that her life was draining out of her body. Turning her head she saw a figure standing in the shadows, it was smiling satisfied.

With her last strength she tried to make out who it was, a hint of a dark purple fabric could be recognised, gasping in pain she felt her eyes close but now she was sure, that was Kamilah.

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[vincentsinclxir]

Jealous! Vincent Sinclair x Fem! Reader | Headcanons.

Unlike the rest of the slashers, Vincent tends to be much more insecure than jealous or possessive. However, don't underestimate him.

They'd have to bother him too much to make him angry at extreme levels. I mean ... Fuck with the most precious work of an artist doesn't bring good results precisely.

His disfigured face is the main source of his low self-esteem and complexes. During his time at the orphanage, he used to be the target of teasing by other children. Oh, and let's add the rejection that generated his appearance.

When visitors arrive at the town, Vincent would remain hidden behind a window watching each of these and the way you get along with them.

He'd be very nervous when most of these are boys much younger and attractive than him. He feels so inferior! How can he compete against that?

Much of his insecurity would lead him to imagine strong abandonment scenarios. He'd not bear the thought of you leaving him for someone better.

Vincent is 100% sure that you deserve the best in the world, and keep wondering how someone like you could end up with someone like him.

After torturing himself for a good while, he'd completely isolate himself in his basement. Art and his works would be a good solution to clarify his thoughts.

If you ask him what's the matter, he'd just shake his head and turn his back on you. He isn't angry at you, just sensitive about what happened.

Don't expect him to calm down only with words, this sweet boy needs to take shelter in your arms and hear you say how much you love him! Over and over again.

After that, he'd apologize to you for having made a show of himself. He's so ashamed to see you right in the face!

He strongly promises that he will never do that again. He trusts you, you have been a very good person with him and couldn't be more grateful for it!

It'd take Vincent a long time to deal with his insecurities, but with you by his side there's nothing that you two can't do together.

Celoso! Vincent Sinclair x Fem! Reader |Headcanons.

A diferencia del resto de los slashers, Vincent tiende a ser mucho más inseguro que celoso o posesivo. De cualquier modo, nunca es bueno subestimarlo.

Tendrían que joderlo demasiado para hacerlo enfadar a niveles extremos. Quiero decir ... joder con una de las obras más preciadas de un artista no atraen buenos resultados precisamente.

Su rostro desfigurado es la fuente principal de su baja autoestima y complejos. Durante su estancia en el orfanatorio, solía ser el blanco de burlas por parte de otros niños. Esto, sin hablar del enorme rechazo que generó su apariencia.

Cuando llegan visitantes al pueblo, Vincent se mantendría oculto por detrás de una ventana observando a cada uno de estos y la manera en cómo te desenvuelves con ellos.

Tiende a ponerse nervioso cuando la mayoría de estos son chicos mucho más jóvenes que él y en especial, atractivos.

Gran parte de su inseguridad lo llevaría a imaginarse fuertes escenarios de abandono. No soportaría la sola idea de que lo dejaras por alguien mejor.

Vincent está 100% seguro de que te mereces lo mejor del mundo, y sigue preguntándose cómo alguien como tú pudo haber acabado con alguien como él.

Después de torturarse así mismo por un buen rato, se aislaria por completo en su sotano. El arte y sus obras serían una buena solución para aclarar sus pensamientos.

Si llegaras a preguntarle que le ocurre, él solo negaría con la cabeza y te daría la espalda. No está enfadado contigo, sino sensible respecto a lo sucedido.

No esperes que se tranquilice únicamente con palabras, ¡este gran muchacho necesita resguardarse en tus brazos y oírte decir lo mucho que lo amas! Una y otra, y otra vez.

Después de eso, se disculparia contigo por haber hecho un espectáculo de sí mismo. ¡Está tan avergonzado como para verte directo a los ojos!

Él promete firmemente jamás volver a hacer eso. Confía en ti, ¡has sido muy buena persona con él y no podría estar más agradecido de ello!

Le tomaría mucho tiempo lidiar con su inseguridad, pero estando allí a tu lado no hay nada que puedan hacer juntos.

[sinthtic]

( jaime lorente, 20, he/him ) class is in session for ARIS ‘ARI’ DE LA FUENTE. the student file says they're a VAMPIRE of the NOCTURNA house and currently an EIGHTH year. we wish them good luck in the new school year, where they'll learn NOTHING BC HES STUPID.

i’m  going  to  keep  this  really  short  bc  fuck  bios.  there  will  also  be  a   TLDR  at  the  end  for  anyone  too  lazy  to  read  it  all.  

aris,  aka  ari,  is  a  born  vampire.  he  comes  from  a  family  of  pioneers  in  the  vampire  community.  his  ancestors  developed  some  of  the  first  daylight  rings  (  or  so  they  claim.  he’s  never  seen  proof.  )   and  his  parents  sought  to  go  even  further  with  the  advancements.  they  developed  a  synthetic  blood  (  similar  to  true  blood  if  you’ve  seen  the  HBO  show  )  that  would  taste  better  than  animal  blood  or  whatever  alternatives  vampires  sought  out  instead  of  direct  from  the  vein.  it  was  mostly  targeted  to  wealthy  clients,  people  who’d  pay  a  pretty  penny  for  something  that  was  eerily  close  to  the  real  thing,  and  they  made  millions  from  it.  the  company  has  been  so  successful  in  the  private,  invite  only,  environment  that  they’re  poised  to  go  international  in  the  next  year  or  two.   meaning  that  vampires  around  the  globe  could  be  drinking  their  blood:   SINFUENTE.   (  a  play  on  synthetic  and  fuente  —  his  father’s  doing.  he  has  an  OBSESSION  with  putting  the  family  name  on  things. )

as  the  oldest  of  four  children,  it  was  always  expected  that  aris  would  be  the  one  to  inherit  the  company  one  day.  yes,  vampires  might  live  forever,  but  his  father  fully  believed  he’d  like  to  pass  the  company  through  their  family  for  generations  to  come.  aris  would  be  the  first  and  would  then  pass  it  on  to  his  children,  who  would  pass  it  on  to  their  children,  and  so  on  and  so  forth.  there  was  only  one  problem:  aris  wasn’t,  how  do  you  say,  as  good  at  magic  as  the  rest  of  his  siblings.   or  at  anything,  really.  he  was  clumsy  in  a  ‘we  might  all  die  because  i  sprayed  lysol  near  an  open  flame’  kind  of  way  not  the  cute  wattpad  insert  fic  way.  he  could  barely  do  anything  until  he  was  six,  years  behind  his  other  siblings,  and  his  parents  often  expressed  concern  or  disappointment  with  his  efforts.  that’s  not  to  say  that  he  wasn’t  trying,  or  that  he  was  lazy  —  he  simply  just  WASN’T  GOOD.  

at  11,  his  parents  made  the  executive  decision  to  stray  away  from  their  traditional  methods  of  homeschooling  de  la  fuente  children  and  sent  him  to  arcanas.  they  hoped  that  there,  he’d  be  able  to  excel  under  the  tutelage  of  trained  professionals.  while  he  was  nervous,  petrified  that  he’d  do  the  attunement  test  only  to  come  back  with  nothing,  he  was  placed  into  nocturna  after  the  most  AGONIZING  minute  of  his  life.   (  when  telling  the  story  back,  his  younger  sibling  likes  to  say  the  elements  were  fighting  over  who  would  be  forced  to  take  him.   ari  does  NOT  appreciate  it.  )    his  struggles  continued  throughout  the  years  and  he  was  held  back  not  once  but  three  times.  it’s  why  he’s  almost  twenty-one  and  still  an  eighth  year  simply  PRAYING  he  can  pass  this  time.    he’s  the  family  embarrassment,  so  much  so  that  they’ve  started  grooming  one  of  his  younger,  more  ambitious  siblings,  to  one  day  take  over  the  company.   they’ve  never  come  right  out  and  said  he’s  out  but  the  writing’s  on  the  wall.   they  don’t  have  to.  

CONNECTIONS

his  yoda:  someone  who  looked  at  this  man,  saw  how  helpless  he  was,  and  took  it  upon  themselves  to  try  and  help  him.  could  be  someone  from  his  house  (nocturna)  who  thinks  his  failure  reflects  badly  on  them,  or  someone  who  just  takes  pity  out  of  the  goodness  of  their  heart.   whether  it’s  school,  socially,  or  just  something  little  —  this  person  always  has  the  right  answers  and  aris  constantly  goes  to  them  for  help,  guidance,  or  a  good  old  fashioned  bitchfest.

birds  of  a  feather:  this  is  someone  who  also  struggled  when  they  first  came  to  arcanas.  she  saw  a  kindred  spirit  in  him  and  offered  to  help.  even  when  he’s  not  patient  with  himself,  when  he  tells  her  it’s  useless,  she  still  tries  to  help.  he  certainly  doesn’t  make  it  easy  so  she’s  definitely  a  saint.  (taken by nomeda)

hell  hath  no  fury:  this  man  is  an  idiot,  so  of  course  he  got  cocky  and  thought  he  could  have  his  cake  and  eat  it  too.  he  met  someone  over  the  summer,  someone  he  fell  for  hard,  and  they  vowed  to  stay  in  contact  but  it  only  lasted  about  three  days.  they  never  broke  up  but  texts  were  few  and  far  between  and  if  his  phone  rang?  he  didn’t  know  her.   real  talk:  HE  GHOSTED  WITHOUT  ACTUALLY  ENDING  THINGS.  flash  to  a  few  weeks  later  and  he  starts  seeing  someone  new.   it’s  great,  they’re  happy,  but  then  the  next  semester  hits  and  —  oh  shit,  the  summer  fling’s  suddenly  an  arcanas  student  and  he  has  two  sort  of  significant  others  to  contend  with.  instead  of  being  open  and  honest  up  front,  he  instead  tries  to  keep  them  from  running  into  each  other  and  sort  of,  accidentally,  is  seeing  them  both  at  the  same  time.   eventually  he  gets  found  out  because  he’s  not  slick  and  the  two  people  he  was  dating  ?   they  have  a  common  enemy  and  they  get  along  great:   HATING  HIM  BONDS  THEM.  (  0/2,  muses  can  be  any  gender  /  could  have  happened  at  anytime  in  the  last  2  years.  )

siblings!  he  has  three  other  siblings  that  are  younger  than  him.  they  would  need  to  be  students  as  ari  is  the  oldest  at  twenty.  species  would  be  vampire  but  aside  from  that  —  live  your  dreams,  they  could  be  literally  anything  or  anyone.  at  least  one  is  interested  in  carrying  on  the  family’s  legacy.

tba.

[milas-imaginarium]

Cadenza; witchcraft  /Jason Todd x Reader/

I'm writing as much as I can since I'm inspired, I guess is the Jason effect. Here is part three, I said this is a short story but...Not as short as you may think!

WARNINGS: Smut and swearing that's all! 

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PART ONE  PART TWO

Gotham's East End

Four months after Mia's graduation

The first traces of a sunny morning came across the curtains, a soft and warm sunbeam caressed her face gently lighting up that smooth skin she had. His lashes waved as she opened her lazy eyes, oh...It was morning already and Mia was not ready for a new day, not since last night. 

"Morning babe," said Jason with that sexy hoarsely voice while strengthening the grip he had in his fiancee's waist "Morning, Jay" answered Mia moving her body to face Jason's. His hair was messy, his cheeks flushed, eyes incredibly light blue, one of Jason's features Mia loved the most was the fact his color eye changed, sometimes that blue was deep, dark, sometimes clear, sometimes even with a green trace "What? Do I look that bad?" Asked Jason catching Mia's attention, she smiled and got close to kiss his soft lips. 

"You know I love your sleeping being with all my might." Her voice was lower than usual, her throat ached the same as the rest of her body, arms, legs, and in between them. Jason was a fucking savage and she loved that. "I gotta go, bae, the interview is today" Jason didn't move, Mia smiled playfully outlining a line in Jason's shirtless backbone "If you intend to get out of bed...You're doing terrible. I'm not letting you go."

Jason never believed in love stories and it wasn't his fault, her mom and dad were not the best examples of a healthy relationship "I don't want to be late but...How I'm supposed to leave you like this? All hot, naked and horny"  as a teenager the only thing in his mind was his life as Robin until he met Mia until he saw himself looking forward to a new concert, a visit from her, a call, a message. "How do you know I'm horny?" Mia proved that being alone or expect a shitty relationship were not his only options "Oh, baby, I don't know...I feel it." 

Mia rubbed her tight against Jason's cock gaining a groan from him  "Quickie?" and that question in that husky voice was enough. "I'm sore from last night...But hell, I want you so bad." Without hesitation, Jason took Mia's lips in his on a passionate kiss as she positioned on top of him. "You want what, babe? Tell me." Not able to answer or speak, Mia let Jason's dick slide inside her slowly "I want this, fuck Jay, yes.”

"Ride me, babe. Show me how much you like my cock..." Jason slapped Mia's ass enjoying his fiancee movements, it was hard for him not to lose composure when her body looked so hot; breasts bouncing deliciously, her lips parted and that sweet voice calling his name "Ah, shit...How can you be so damned hot?" murmured Mia before kissing him twisting her tongue with his in a delightful dance.  Three years of relationship and the only thing that was different, besides Jason well build body, was the sex...Now dirtier. 

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"Are you okay Mia? It's fine if you're nervous, I'm capable of control this situation and handle the interview," Said the youngest Wayne full of confidence, Mia tilted her hear, at the instant, her hair followed the gravity cascading in her shoulder.

"Dami, I'm not nervous...What are you talking about?" uttered mia walking inside Channel 9 building, the paparazzi blinded her for an instant.

"You're walking strangely, it's clear from your posture that you didn't want to be here." 

"Hey...I'm well prepared for this interview, you know I'm the face of some projects in Wayne foundation" She explained with a smirk. "And yes, sometimes I prefer to linger with your brother instead of doing this whole-"

"Don't say it, if you were with Todd I understand why your body language is so...Incorrect." 

"Oh, shut up wise guy." Mia punched Damian's arm softly "The time when you find someone special is getting close, that day your body language will be...Incorrect too, or maybe your partner's, yeah, more accurate."  

And with a satisfied giggle for a flushed Damian, Mia went to studio 7. The interview's main objective was to promote some charity events in more than five countries to support families in need, Damian was there to explain some other things related to Wayne commitment with education and as a representation rather of Bruce.

"Our followers in Gotham...and some in Metropolis are asking something. Do you mind to answer, Mia? " The young woman holding a phone looked at her with hopeful eyes. The interview was successful until that point both Damian and Mia were public figures, they were conscious and tried their best to focus on the main topic; Wayne foundation but since the show structure included a big influence of digital media all kind of questions popped out. After Mia nodded the reporter grinned. 

"You and Jason Todd are as followers describe, a power couple. In the last weeks, some photos caught people attention, a ring in your right hand!" unconsciously Mia glanced at her ring "That one, yes. It means...Some wedding bells? Some followers are talking about a new little Wayne in the family, is that true?" 

Mia sighed and immediately place a hand in Damian's, a soft touch for him to relax, something that triggered the little demon inside him was strangers trying to put their noses in his family privacy "What an imagination, people. I see so much detective potential out there." Mia was annoyed and was far from being shy "Don't wast it in cheep gossip like this." Her smile was wide but she wasn't happy at all, Damian was pretty proud in fact "Now if you're curious don't lose that curiosity, it makes this life spicier. The meaning of this ring will remain a mystery."

"But what is not a Mystery is how to apply for a Wayne scholarship, education will help to focus your hidden talents to benefit your community." Damian put the cherry on top and the look in the young reporter's face reflected what everybody in the studio though, not exactly happy thoughts at all. 

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"Miss de la Fuente, are you okay?" asked the gentle butler with eyes locked in Mia's face. 

"Call me by my name and yes" Mia paused rolling her eyes from the phone to Alfred's face "I'm distracted and you know? The interview was..."

"Odd" Added the youngest Wayne. Mia nodded and the old man smiled shortly he enjoyed the interview feeling proud of how both of them handled the situation, however, Mia was not distracted, she wasn't thinking in the interview, the journalist or even in the foundation, no, her mind was far away from that bus. 

Eyes locked again in the bright screen while something grew inside her; she was about to jump into a cliff, her decision would change her future for one...Darker.

"Where are you? I have it already." 

"I'm with Jay's family. " Mia gazed Alfred and  Damian who was reading "I'll go wherever you're to get it and Timmy...Thanks." 

One hour later

"I know you have your suspicions but I don't think this is a good idea." Said Tim slurping his iced coffee while drawing some lines on the old book's cover.

"What if I lost him?" with watery eyes Mia spoke "And perhaps I'm not doing this only for him but for me"

"If what your mother told you is true...You should be careful"

Mia kept silent waiting for his friend to tell something else but he didn't, he just placed a hand on her shoulder supportively. 

"Maybe not, maybe yes. What is important is that this book can help me to know the truth and to develop an ability in the case I have one"

A waitress got close to them bringing a second bourbon with coffee for Mia, more alcohol than caffeine but the second she placed the beverage in the table her sight was attracted by that book, the girl turned pale and uncomfortable "Noctis grimoire" was the title. 

"Put the book away, Mia." Suggested Tim as the waitress blushed and moved away from their table. 

Mia did as her friend said, it was risky to have such a book at sight of everyone "I should go, Timmy. I'll call you if it happens to be real."

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This is part one, I didn’t want it to be too long. 

Comments? 

Hope you liked it, please wait for part two, some things will change, else worlds can be...Interesting places. 

[astersuite]

CHAPTER 4 BODY DISCOVERY

Daisuke has spent the better half of the morning waiting for that damn envelope, so it's both dread and relief that fills him when it never arrives.

He immediately feels bad for the relief. Someone most likely died for this to happen.

The thought makes him bolt out of his room, Chuura's gloves a small comfort around his hands.

He goes over to Ángel's room, knocking on the door.

"Hey, you all good in there? You weren't looking too hot last night." He lets out a chuckle.

”...” ”...” ”...” No response.

The door seems slightly ajar, though.

Onion walks into the car. He pauses, watching Daisuke. "What're you doing."

Daisuke pauses.

"Ángel?"

He turns around to Onion. "Tryin' to wake him up. He ate like a shit ton of salt last night, so I'm kinda worried."

For more reasons than one, now.

Lyrik runs into the car, stopping as he sees Daisuke ans Onion.

"Bad way to start the day-- eh?" He blinks, looking at Ángel's door. Weird.

"Fuuhuu, guess he keeled over and died over a little salt." Onion says with breathy laughter, shrugging.

"Don't-" He shoots Onion a glare. "Don't..joke about that. Especially after your message in the group chat."

He pushes the door open, calling out Ángel's name once again.

Pushing open the door, light spills into the room. Had the lights not been on yet? The blinds seemed to be still draped over the windows as well.

The more the door swings open, the more illuminated the room becomes.

Onion follows Daisuke to peek inside. Lyrik stands by the doorway, but he pops his head in to take a quick peek. Violet bursts into this car, her heart drops as she sees the crowd. Scott is following her! Oh God oh fuck.

Even though there isn't too much light...you're able to see enough.

There, on his bed....lies the body of Ángel Estella De La Fuente.

[jcylenz]

4, 11, 16, 19 (if you want) 😚⛄🌈

ask meme for muns

4. Can you tell us about your 5 favorite muses?

In alphabetical order, bc I can’t make an actual top list ranking them, but I still need some kind of order.

Alice Fortescue - The one baby I played the longest and in most situations and groups. My actual baby. She is the mother hen of Hogwarts, has a knack to become a martyr for the causes she believes in, she fiercely loves her friends and family and suffers I think one of the most tragic fates in HP altogether.

Darcy Palmer - (tw death) Translator and interpreter who traveled the world and fell in love with a woman high up in a gang (unknowing of all of that) that resulted in her witnessing the murder of the woman she loved, almost dying herself and her own sister getting killed in the process as well. Now she has to make her way through life in witness protection under a completely new name and identity, separated from the rest of her family while having to deal with her demons in the dead of the night.

Glenda Chittock - My tiny baby who started out with her nose in between the pages and who felt more comfortable around books than around people. She barely did anything, barely experienced everything. And then an illness of her little brother opens her eyes and makes her realize that she has to go out and try things. Ans slowly she opens up, can communicate with people more. She has a never-ending knowledge that she always spurs out at people whenever she is nervous. She first works for the Daily Prophet as a journalist, and then eventually realizes that while her rambling doesn’t work in writing, she can’t get her points across, in a medium where she can talk, she can be captivating and interesting, hence why she starts doing her own radio show - which is the only canon fact we know about her.

Heidi Bergen - (tw abuse) Oh boy, where do I even start. This baby went through so much shit in her life to get to where she is. Happy first few years, then being separated from her dickhead father and older brother, her mother practically abandoned her little sister and her so she had to raise her sister. All of this turned into anger that she didn’t know how to handle, isolating her from everyone except for her own sister. She was angry at the world and the world was angry right back at her. She found a release in boxing, but the attitude and the need to push most people away remained - while also clinging to any romantical partner she had with tooth and nail, desperate to find somebody who wouldn’t leave her in the end. Resulted in her being in an abusive relationship that she could barely get out of and after she ran off to halfway across the country to make sure she is really far away from the dude. She’s a kickass criminal defense lawyer and in different versions of her she was either fighting with any kind of clients or specifically protecting crime syndicates.

Isabel de la Vega - My narcissist, self-centered merm whose backstory resembles the little mermaid’s story in many ways, but is so completely different from that fictional character. She arrives to Soapberry, a town where the supernaturals can openly walk around and be themselves, running from her past mistakes and failures and tries to make a new life for herself while also having a superiority in her, a constant need to be right, be the center of attention and not share anything personal about herself.

11. Can you tell us about your favorite ship?

Uhhhh, why are you doing this to me? How am I supposed to choose just ONE? I’m going to cheat and say top 5 here too because I’m horrible and can’t be helped. In alphabetical order, bc I can’t make an actual top list ranking them, but I still need some kind of order.

Alice Fortescue/Amos Diggory (@theeriinyes) - my first Alice ship that started out as a kind of “oh we won’t go there because it’s not canon” and ended up with us absolutely going there because we couldn’t help it. They grew up together, fell in love slowly. He was a playboy, she was the mother hen. He wanted nothing more than to keep his family safe, she wanted to fight in the war beyond reason or logic. They loved each other more than anything and it’s been years and years and I’m still not over them honestly. They had a baby in the mids of the war and after Alice suffered the fateful ending of hers, Amos visits her every day, hoping that she’d wake up one day and remember him and their family. And now lemme just go and weep.

Ariel/Eli - My first ever big otp in RPing. Ariel was my OUAT indie who was struggling with having her memories back, dealing with the real world and the fairy world being so different and wanting to leave Storybrooke to explore and have adventures while not being able to because of the border-amnesia thing, while Eli was a wandered who had a shadow inhabiting his body since he was a kid, they were one and a same at this point and the two of them accidentally met and fell in love and oh boy was it beautiful. I loved them so freaking much and even though I’ve lost touch with the player of Eli since then and it took me incredibly long to even find Ariel’s old blog, I still think about them sometimes and weep over how beautiful they were.

Darcy Palmer/Diego Chavez (@diegojaimechavez) - Honestly they came as a surprise I think to both of us because we originally planned to have a completely platonic relationship between these two, but then they both went and had feelings for one another and there was no stopping them. “Enemies” to friends to lovers where they were forced to work together considering Diego was charged with keeping Darcy safe, so even though they were constantly fighting with each other, they couldn’t just stay away due to their situation, and then slowly they started opening up to one another and realizing their own errors and finding the good and lovable in the other and now they are dummies in love who refuse to admit or say it out loud but still have such huge trust and respect for each other that nobody is breaking that.

Carlota Fuentes/Gianluca Romano (@pedrazamaria​) - I mean, any of our babies could be on here, I could have really just made a list of top 5 just out of our babies but I restrained myself lol. But these two. One is the daughter of the leader of a huge gang while the other is a drug dealer in said gang. They didn’t really notice each other until one night they hook up and then they fall in love without meaning to. One never really looked for love but found it with him, the other was never considered worthy of love until she came along and they were happy. And then shit went down, torture and hatered and misunderstanding and they are pulled apart and for years they barely even interact, only for a family tragedy to bring them close again. Him hurting her on accident, without intent, and then her hurting him back in ways she knows would cause most pain because she is trying to protect her heart. It’s a mess, it’s tragical, they probably should stay away from each other, but they love each other too much to not gravitate back to each other sooner or later.

Alice Fortescue/Evan Mulciber - Unfortunately I can’t tag anyone here either, and I know this looks weird and unnatural to anyone who knows just the tiniest bit about the Marauders Era, but I swear it worked and it was beautiful. Alice was the one who would give the benefit of the doubt to anyone, Evan was the misunderstood antihero, ruthless to most but fiercely protective over those whom he considered family. They dated and were arranged to be married. And then the Mary incident happened and Alice broke things off, but the arranged marriage stayed. They were platonic, but Alice still saw the good in him and he still considered her family. He was impulsive and she tried to think through things, he was blamed for so many things he didn’t actually commit and she saw through the lies and knew he wasn’t to blame. It was complicated and simple all at the same time. And as weird and strange as this pairing sounds, I loved them so, so, so incredibly much.

16. How long have you been roleplaying?

It’s really fucking insane to write it down, but it’s been close to 10 years now. I started RPing around the end of S1 of Vampire Diaries. It was on LiveJournal, I brought Anna back from the dead and played her in a Hungarian RP. After that, I transitioned to Tumblr and did an Ariel OUAT indie for a long while before I fell into the world of groups and the rest is history.

19. What do you miss about old roleplay? (Roleplay before 2017?)

The amount of time I had to dedicate to it. I actually started working in 2017, before that I was in uni and high school and I remember having so much more time on my hand. And with that I miss the speed that I could move plots along. These days a lot of the time I can only get through my replies and then I already have to go to sleep or have other things to do, while before I could just do back and forths almost daily and that was so great. (Then again, back then my replies were mostly like one paragraph long, now I prefer long-ass paras, so that might be a contributing factor in it too.)

[ikram1909]

the fact that if they'd just taken him off after that first fall when he was clearly showing signs of pain....

de la Fuente count your fucking days

It could've just been a simple ankle injury and he'd be back before we know it. If Gavi is down for more than two seconds then you take him off like never pretends to be hurt that should've been a good enough sign that something is very fucking wrong so take him off. And now he's trying to run the narrative that it's Gavi's fault he's hurt that he doesn't know his limitations and that "life teaches us that we're vulnerable" I never wanted to inflict such harm on someone in my life oh my God. Every word he says sounds more psychotic than the one before it I want him gone

[healing-winston-pratt]

APDKAODKSKFKAKDKSLDKSODKSKDKSLSQLDNAOMSOAKSOASKOQDKQOKW 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Obsi: Finalmente escribí algo fluffy!! No hay angst :3

Also Obsi: No recibieron nada :(

Yo: So that was a fucking lie

Yo:

"Not that Hugh was paying much attention to him or something" Intelesante 👀

Ok pero la idea de que Hugh ya estuviera consciente de Simon e hiciera esto por él incluso antes de su encuentro en el callejón es AODNALDMALDLOSDKSLDNSLDMQLDNWLDKSLDKSLDKSLDKSKDKSKDKSKSKSKSSKSODKWIDKWO

En ocasiones me mama la trope de "Se conocían desde antes pero no lo sabían" y va, que eran classmates, pero está tan bonito que ando 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

TALA Y DAVID?????? 👀👀👀👀👀??????

Hugh: Someday we'll have something like that

Simon: 😳

Hugh: Girlfriends, y'know?

Simon: ª cy

"The truth was that Hugh might be able to stop a train with his bare hands, but Simon doubed he would be able to stop the train of thought he hopped on whenever he thought of him"

En primera, that's gay. En segunda, imagínate al Simon ligando así AODNSODKSODKSODKSODKSODKSOSKAODNSOKSSO

Simon: Podrás detener un tren pero no mi tren de pensamiento bb *wink wink*

Lil' Simon: Mejor reprimamos estos sentimientos

Older Simon: *abre la puerta y deja salir la estampida*

Pues cómo fue su primera cita que Hugh ya no tiene permitido planearlas jaja?

Evander: *Lee uno de los cómics de Hugh*

Hugh, llamando a la Catedral porque escuchó que hay vacantes: So, this is my villain origin story

AODKSOSMSLDMAODMAOKFOSKDOSKFOSKDSO QUE A TAMAYA LE GUSTAN LAS PELIS DE BARBIE, HEADCANON MEGA ACEPTADO QODNSOEKWODKQOSKSOAK

WE STAN EVANDER DEFENDIENDO A SU BRO

Pinche señor, tan bonito momento que andaban teniendo *gato enojado*

Me encanta como se comunican con la mirada AODNSOSMALDMSLDKSLDKALSKALWK es lindo y gracioso al mismo tiempo

Hugh: I probably shouldn't--

Captain Chromium: I think you should

Hugh: Alright then

Alchile que bueno que huyeron sin pagar jaja y que boneeto x3, que hayan ido por anvorguesas y sí se la hayan pasado bien

*voz de Luna* El Simon se esperaba un comentario bonito Ay Noooooooooo

Hugh Matapasiones Everhart *le pega*

Al menos se llevó sábanas chidas. Que considerado

AODMLSMDOSDKSLNDSLDKSKDKSODKSOSKSOWNAO

Hugh's last braincell: *dies*

Hugh: Nice dick bro

Simon: JSJSJSJSJSJSJSJSJSJSSJSJSJSJSJSJSJ

Hugh: FORGET ABOUT IT

Hugh:

SIMON Y TAMAYA CHISMEANDO DE LOS ANARQUISTAS ALDNALDMAODKAODKAOW SISISISISISISISISISISISISSII

Hugh: Todos en esa Catedral son bien jotos, lo sé

Simon: Fuente?

Hugh: Mi corazón

AND HE AIN'T WRONG

SENTÍ COMO SIMON SE *ROMPIÓ* CUANDO VIO LOS TRAJES AJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA

Me encanta el fraseo del "Si también fuera b l a n c o"

THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF SECOND HAND EMBARRASMENT AKDNWODKAODMQODMAODMQODKWO BRO ES QUE SENTÍ EL SILENCIO INCÓMO Y ME IMAGINO SUS CARAS Y NO PUEDO AJAJAJAAJJAAJAJAJJAJAJAJJAJAJAAJAJA

Hugh: Tengo una idea

Simon: Oh no

OYE QUE EXCELENTE PROGRAMACIÓN AJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJ CON RAZÓN NO SE ABURREN

ZOOMIE EN EL REGAZO DEL VANDY AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

ME ENCANTA TODO EL DESMADRE QUE SE ARMÓ EN ESE RATITO AODMSODKSODKSOSKSL Quise citar algo y no pude, todo está bien padre AJAJAJAJAJAJA

H A N K Y - P A N K Y

*Voz de Luna* No bueno señores. El Delicioso, Frutifantástico, Muelecarne y ahora el Hanky-Panky

AHORRARON PA REGALARLE A GEORGIE UN BOTE DE CHOCOMILK DE FRESITA I'M

Que bonito que comieron sándwiches y se quedaron dormidos :"") Domestic Fluff at its best

Y aquí es cuando todo se rompe y volvemos al angst porque AH COMO LLORÉ POR LA GEORGIE

Pero que hermoso lo de la cena :""") 💖💖💖💖💖 me encanta cuando están como, idos de amor y se preguntan esas cosas cursis, porque puedes sentir que se hablan en voz bajita pero no dejan de sonreír porque son *felices* y AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

ALSO "AAAAAHHHHHHHH" PORQUE ME AHOGUÉ CUANDO AL HUGH SE LE OLVIDÓ LA BILLETERA Y AL SIMON TAMBIÉN AIENWODNWODNWODKWODSKKSOQKSOQDOW AY NO ESTUVO BIEN PADRE, ME ENCANTA

PAKDOAKDOSKDOAKD9SDKOAKDOAKDOAKDOSKDOQKWOQNO 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Qué puedo decir bro? Lo amé :"") 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Esperé al final para llorarle al deliver del "Boy, he would like to see someone try" porque desde que lo vi en el summary G R I T É

Me encanta también que el principio de cada cap esté ligado al final del anterior, me quedé de "ooOOOHH"

Que beio dude :"") 💖💖💖 ya le quiero llorar todos los San Valentines 👌👌👌

five valentine’s day that went wrong and one that (almost) didn’t

@queercreators event 02: romance — [ five valentine’s day that went wrong and one the (almost) didn’t ]      [ “Five Things” Fic ] “

dedicated to my dear Reneweys [ @nodrianbcyes @honey-hippie-harper​ @healing-winston-pratt @alecjamesartino @bluenoctuary-art @everyone-has-a-nightmare ] ♡

Summary: They always managed to ruin their Valentine’s Days one way or another, but it didn’t matter. Because there was no way they could ruin what the two of them had.Boy, he would like to see someone try.

AO3

Well, hello there!!! It’s been a while since the last time I posted something x’d I know I always say the same thing but it’s true skjdfhkjdfs I started this fic during the first week of febreary when I had this shot of adrenaline and started to do a lot of creative stuff, and originally I wanted to post this during Valentine’s Day, but… the shot of adrenaline passed x’d and let me to deal with this alone.

As you can see for the description, this a “Five Thing” fic. At first I wanted to post each chapter seperately, but idk, it seem a little bit… weird x’d so, here in Tumblr, the six chapters are all in one post. If you don’t like the format, but want to read the fic, you can find it on AO3! Don’t forget to leave kudos and a comment if you liked it:’)

Now… I’m not used to write happy sttuf in general x’d AND I’M LESS USED TO WRITE HAPPY STUFF ABOUT HUGH AND SIMON BECAUSE SKJDFHKJDSF the angst, dudes:))) but I think I did. Like… I actually wrote a fluffy fic:’) I’m so proud of myself dkjfhkfdshjk

Tag list: @the-lady-with-the-pen @chiyuki-hiro @all-weather-is-bad @styeenza

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[loreaines-vomit]

Todos los días se aprende algo nuevo. (¿quién dijo que “nuevo” es sinónimo de “útil”?)

Bienvenidos, lectores actuales y potenciales. Hace ya un tiempo tengo mi computador repleto de borradores, cada uno compuesto por palabras inútiles y desordenadas que no creo que valga la pena seguir guardando (o, mejor dicho, la memoria de mi computador no lo considera muy pertinente). Podría simplemente eliminarlos, mandarlos a la papelera de reciclaje sin más miramientos ni rodeos...podría, pero, ¿cómo podría hacerlo? son una prueba de mi amistad con la escritura. Ahora que lo pienso, esa amistad se asemeja al tipo de relaciones en las que dos personas, a pesar de perder el contacto durante mucho tiempo, una vez que se reencuentran es como si no hubiera pasado un segundo desde la última vez que se vieron. Es una relación fuerte que ni el tiempo se atreve a perturbar. 

Antes de que continúe divagando, informaré de qué se trata este borrador. En una de mis tantas noches de desvelo cuya causa es leer fantasías ajenas (qué bonito eufemismo para fanfiction, já) una idea me cruzó súbitamente por la cabeza, como si se hubiera equivocado de mente y no hubiera tenido planeado pasar por lo mía. Esa idea me hizo darme cuenta de todo lo que en un día se aprende de forma consciente o inconsciente. Pensé que algunos de aquellos pedazos de información que llegan directamente a cada uno de nosotros son dignos de guardar, de registrar y de mantener en observación porque alguna vez podrían devolvernos el favor por no haberles dejado ir. Sin más, empecé a anotar cosas curiosas de las que me acordaba, datos aleatorios sobre cualquier cosa y por qué no, experiencias propias. Decidí hacer eso a diario, y creí que la mejor forma de hacerlo era por medio de “bitácoras” que guardaría en mi computador, quien seguro que tiene una memoria mejor que la mía. Como todo diario, el mío se quedó esperando las entradas diarias. Así fue por los primeros días, luego el plazo se extendió hasta un mes. Al final, el diario tuvo que resignarse a que no volvería a tener entradas. Es mi intención compartir lo que alcancé a anotar en esas “bitácoras”, y, ¿qué mejor lugar para hacerlo que aquí en ese blog, mi basurero verbal favorito? (y también el único).

ADVERTENCIA: Uno de los mayores errores que pueden cometer conmigo es esperar seriedad de mi parte.

Es justo y necesario que el famoso dicho "todos los días se aprende algo nuevo" se cumpla en la vida de cualquiera,e incluso si tú eres una ermitaña que gasta sus días en internet, pues bien, que este sea el medio de donde saques la información a pesar de que los riesgos de adquirir traumas sean mayores.

Día 1 (20/12/15) 1:00 - 3:00  bODY SHOTS? SHOTGUNNING? ¿LA GENTE DE VERDAD HACE ESO? THEY REALLY WANT THE SECKS DON'T THEY. El termino "bodyshots" significa básicamente vertir bebidas alcohólicas en alguna parte del cuerpo para que otra persona las beba. OH WELL THE THIRST. "Shotgunning" significa inhalar de un cigarrillo/porro y exhalar el humo directamente en la boca de otra persona. OKAY NOW IMAGINE YOUR OTP DOING THIS. IT IS SEXY AF.

18:48 - 19:20 PALMERAS. Nombre científico: Arecaceae (vale por eso nadie usa estos nombres) oKYA PERO HAY DEMASIADOS TÉRMINOS QUE NI CARAJA IDEA HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ENTENDER. Monocotiledónea: Sólo tiene un cotiledon en su semilla, y no entendí que era un cotiledon bai. Crecen como especies propias de zonas tropicales. laS RAÍCES NO TIENEN PELOS (a poco tenían qué) Los frutos de las palmeras pueden llegar a pesar 20kg. Su función es reproductiva. Históricamente las palmeras eran cultivadas para proveer de alimento a la civilización egipcia y mesopotámica. En roma eran ofrecidas sus ramas a los ganadores como símbolo de victoria OMFG HAY VINO DE PALMERA.

Día 2 (21/12/15) 23:25 - 23:35 CASI QUE NO CHUCHA CULIA Las palmeras crecen cerca de su madre (por eso están todas tan unidas eh) wow, qué interesante. LOS COCOS NO SON UNA FRUTA, SON LAS NUECES MÁS GRANDES DEL MUNDO igual siguen sin gustarme buen intento. Las llamas y las alpacas pertenecen a la familia de los camellos. QUIUBO PRIMO. LAS LLAMAS PUEDEN ESTAR EMBARAZADAS HASTA DURANTE UN AÑO KHÉ. smh

Día 3 (22/12/15) 15:00- 17:00 OMG APRENDÍ DEMASIADO???? Bueno, nada malo sale de un ataque de cerebrito de vez en cuando. Mi cerebro ahora sabe sobre territorios terrestres y la diversidad de Colombia a nivel ecológico HEMOS BAJADO LOS INDICES DE IGNORANCIA UN POQUITICO PROFESOR AHR. 19:00- 19:47 LO EXCELENTE QUE ES LEER SMUT CON ALGUNAS CANCIONES DE P!ATD COMO LYING IS THE MOST FUN ETC YA SABEN EL RESTO OK BAI.

Día 4 (23/12/15) 00:00- 23:59 Nada chamos, lo genial que es escuchar TNBHD mientras oscurece. Y que existe un veneno en cápsula llamado anitina algo así.

Día 5 (24/12/15) 21:00-21:30 Dato inexacto lo acabo de adivinar Las avispas no tienen utilidad relevante en un ecosistema y nI ASÍ DEJAN DE DESPRESTIGIAR A LAS ABEJAS #JUSTICIA Lo mucho que me gusta la res con salsa de ciruela kHÉ ERA VÍSPERA DE NAVIDAD LO ÚNICO EN LO QUE PIENSAS ES EN LA CENA Y REGALOS SEAN HONESTOS NO SE NIEGUEN A SÍ MISMOS.

Día 6 (25/12/15) 11:00- 23:59 Saw two movies I had never ever seen before and also learnt some cool stuff you can do on christmas like dude there's no need to fly over the andes or go to the eje cafetero to have a nice holiday ((but damn if that happened I wouldn't be complaining no wheRE DO I SIGN UP))

Día 7 (26/12/15) 15:30- 17:00 La definición de la cámara frontal del iPhone 6 y el Samsung S6 no es tan buena como se pensaba, ni como la pintan Los discos de Little Mix ahora están disponibles en Colombia TABINOF sigue sin estarlo. *crafts*

Día 8 (27/12/15)

fnaf significa five nights at freddy mrk ponte seria.

Día 9 (28/12/15) 16:06- para qué pones la hora chamaca ganas de joder En la cena de víspera de navidad eslovaca, el cabeza de familia coge una cucharada de "loksa" (plato tradicional utz) y la lanza al techo. Cuanta más comida queda pegada en el techo, más próspero será el año siguiente. Claro como la comida no cuesta y no hay gente muriendo de hambre tan bonitos no? Rusia y Ucrania, a parte de ser unos weirdos por su alfabeto cirílico, también lo son por ser regidos por la iglesia ORTOdoxa que celebra la navidad el 7 de enero.

Día 10 (29/12/15)

Jesus had two dads and it worked out just fine. Qué culera.

Día 11 (30/12/15)

Burkina Faso es un país ubicado en el occidente de África.

Día 12 (31/12/15)

Pewdiepie esta enfermo. Mal. ahre.

Día 13 (01/01/16)

FELIPE ME LO CONFIRMÓOOOO. Más cosas para matar el aburrimiento. Ya la veré en las reuniones AEEERH'

Día 14 (02/01/16) 2:30 Ser sapo es bueno si usted sabe cuándo soltar la lengua SÍ O QUÉ.

Día 15 (03/01/16) 19:34 La versión original de "Don't speak" probablemente mi cover favorito de Glee, es de el grupo "No Doubt" Sin duda la canción es buena en ambas versiones.

Día 16 (04/01/16)

jfc quiere decir "jesus fucking christ" nueva muletilla.

Día 17 (05/01/16)

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Día 18 (06/01/16)

How to speak Lad. Interesante para alguien que no habla el idioma.

Día 19 (07/01/16)

Camera features que ni siquiera sabía que existían.

Día 20 (08/01/16)

Lavar trastos nO SÉ NO APRENDí NADA O NO ME ACUERDO he fallado

Día 21 (09/01/16)

wat is mah laif

Día 22 (10/01/16)

El jugo de tomate normal es bueno pal'guayabo fuentes señora de la cafetería Qué es un cabo

Día 23 (11/01/16)

La torre colpatria ya perdió su reinado

Día 23 (12/01/16)

In Nepal they have a festival that honours dogs and thanks them for being our loyal furry friends.

- 500.000 domingos 11am - idnaroo (dragon name)

what even (11/02/16) I'm not gonna even - Catacumbas - Many things bruh

RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP RIP

(18/04/16) degenme en pas

HE APRENDIDO DEMASIADAS COSAS, NO ME JODAN. COMO SI HUBIERA VUELTO ACÁ SIN NADA NUEVO QUE CONTAR. Sus ortos tienen sed de conocimiento, el mío igual. Sin más ni menos, acá está el conocimiento fresco que se metió a mi cerebro El rock viene de África. Es música de negros. Ahí están pintandos los gringos otra vez asumiendo lo creación de cosas que ellos solo modificaron más no crearon desde cero. Qué bonita maricada, qleros.

(19/04/16)

El significado se construye en la sociedad a través de la acción comunicativa. El poder es una relación mas no un atributo. (es asimétrico, y no es absoluto) La racionalización cognitiva proporciona la base para las acciones de los actores.

(7/05/16)

Wowza, qué día. Fue más una corroboración de unas cosas, pero definitivamente hubo otras que wow, such new stuFF HUH Lo primero: todo tiene que ver con alcohol, porque fue precisamente la primera vez que me pasé un poco de copas. Pero no tiene nada que ver con lo primero que anoté en esta nota...mira, no soy tan jarcorz. Meh. Corroboraciones: Drunk people smell pretty bad en serio. El mito de "el embellecedor" es 100% verdad, y no mames, funciona muy bien. Can you believe a dude told me I was really pretty and he also wanted to kiss me? WELP, I guess you can tell by that how mothereffing wasted he was. It's a shame it didn't work with me. Todos estaban jodidamente feos nojoda pinches injertos de cebolla. Quería llorar. I also spotted the different kinds of drunk people this howell dude talked about. THE EMOtional drunk is fucking hilarious. ¿Saben cuál le faltó? el borrachín hiperactivo que cree que está en alguna competencia deportiva o en los mismísimos olímpicos. De berdah. El gamer drunk. Inolvidable, un montón de gente ebria jugando FIFA es muy gracioso. Aunque lo sería más si la persona que observa no estuviera tan tipsy y pudiera reírse exclusivamente solo de los demás sin tener que repartir algo de esa risa para ella misma :) Cuando estás en ese estado se va al carajo toda la motricidad que has adquirido, así como esas lecciones con caminadores adornados con algún juguete que hoy se te hace bien creepy, para que sepas cómo caminar. En resumen todas esas cosas que hacen de ti un ser humano funcional en el ámbito básico se van de viaje a la mierda, de tour,la pasan bien sabroso lejos de una, y mientras tanto una se vuelve algo así como un muñeco de esos que ves en los concesionarios de carros. Esos ligeros movidos por el aire, o sino el mismísimo Michelin. Al parecer no hay punto medio, o más bien, entre esos dos extremos hay un montón de analogías no comunes para describir cosas comunes bc come on, every1 gets drunk sometimes. OJOOO ¿qué más? también vi al tired drunk (funny eieff)en fin, ese es todo el corroboramiento. Pasemos a los eurekas, a los descubrimientos, a lo "vea pues" del asunto. Quiero comenzar por lo siguiente: Miren,a mí me dijeron demasiadas cosas sobre lo que era estar drunk pero NUNCA NADIE ME DIJO QUE SE TE DORMÍA LA CARA Y EL CUERPO m8s, no sentía mi cara, como si le hubieran inyectado anestesia. Tampoco sentía las nalgas (ni sobria las siento porque no tengo ahre). Otra cosa, o eso ya debe ser en el siguiente nivel de borrachera, o soy de lxs pocxs a lxs que les ocurre que se sienten más pesadxs. No sé nah' Yyyy ya sé el tipo de drunk que soy: silly, giggly and clingy drunk. No podía parar de reírme, y con el dude que les digo que estaba bien pedo y me quería ponchar, estaba super brazo por el hombro, colgada como un precioso monito de las ramas. WTH, WHAAAT. También hablo demasiado, o sea, eso que dicen que el alcohol te borra tus inhibiciones es, a la final, cierto Lo peor es que yo estaba era tipsy, porque procesaba lo que pasaba y era conciente. Pero, nojoda, ¿resaca pal día de la madre? que porquería ( o más ) de hija que hubiera sido. Me arrepiento, por la sencilla razón de que el alcohol MAKES YOU FUKKIN FAT. SO, YEAH, THIS MEATBALL IS GETTING HEAVIER. GRACIAS ETANOL, O LO QUE SEAS. Hasta aquí mi reporte mushashos. (pude haber dado mi 1st kiss, pero hubiera sido bien asqueroso y no estaba lo suficientemente ida para cederlo así como si nah' mejor beso a un cactus. El de Phil. Hmmmmmmm) ya, chau. Stay tunned for more bullshit.

04/07/16

1st of all, stfu. Don't even, don't dare to. Just stfu. Nice, yall look way prettier that way who knows you may even get asked out! Bueno, en fin, he venido leyendo bastantes facts y acá los voy a dejar fuera de contexto 1. La mayoría de la población de Ottawa es menor de 35 años o sea, manada de pelaos que hay por allá. Toca ir de casería. 2. En la casa blanca, tienes 35 opciones para ir a hacer del cuerpo. Si quieres verlos todos, pero solo tienes un día de tour, asegúrate de cagar 35 veces. 4. El parto de un venado solo dura 10 minuticos. 5. Los bebés canguros se llaman "Joey" y cuando nacen pueden tener el tamaño de un grano de arroz. (Bebé Canguro Graceffa) 6. La energía mental y el campo etéreo de las fuerzas intanglibles eS REAL MOTHERFUCKERS ME TELETRANSPORTARÉ HASTA JAPÓN SAQUEARÉ A KYOANI Y REVELARÉ TODO EL MATERIAL DE FUTURE DAYS PA QUE DEJEN DE MAMAR TANTO GALLO DE UNA VEZ NOJOAH Eso es lo que tengo para ustedes por ahora, úsenlo bien. *c abre como la yuca* ah y 7 shippeo a adrien y marinette porque son lo más hermoso que hay y ninguno de nosotros tendremos alguna vez un romance así con alguien. ¿Cuánto les cobraron por los 50 gatos, por cierto?

06/07

Aprender no sería la palabra correcta, más acertado sería decir que me he enterado un poco más de cuán porquería es el mundo que mi especie ha construido. Aprender, supongo yo, es un conocimiento que adquieres sobre cualquier cosa para emplearlo en un futuro, es por eso que estos sucesos de los que he sido consciente últimamente no los categorizo como "aprendizajes" porque para nada me gustaría actuar del modo en el que lo hacen todas esas personas que escriben tragedias y atrocidades porque al parecer la letra impulcra y los trazos no muy bien pensados son más sencillos de hacer.

18/07

Los árboles mueren de pie. (recomendadísima)

Reparto: (mejor dicho, los rostros que mejor representaban cada papel según mis neuronas)

Brendon Urie- Mauricio Delilah Mackenzie- Isabel Helena P.- Helena Hayley Williams- Secretaria Haymitch- El ilusionista Freddie Mercury- Pastor Audrey Hepburn- Mecanógrafa El viejito ese de enchufe TV- Balboa Jessica Lange - Abuela Moira vieja - Genoveva Moira joven (y no puta)- Fenicia Dan Howell- El otro (el verdadero nieto)

Acabo de terminar de leer esta obra escrita por el dramaturgo Alejandro Casona. Estaba oculta entre el mar de libros que tiene mi papá en su biblioteca, y siendo honesta decidí leerla por la extensión que tiene. Qué buena elección, la verdad.

- Fakt sin fecha pero iwal ya valió verga: Los franceses consideran tabú hablar de dinero. Es grosero preguntarle a una persona francesa cuánto gana en su trabajo o cuánto le costó *inserte ítem shidorris que ud vio en la casa de la persona y que está pensado en robarse ajá no me engañe* simplemente no lo haga, puede perder amistades o ligues potenciales.

(24/09/16) - El arroz con leche proviene de Asturias, en España. HAN PROBADO EL ARROZ CON LECHE ASÍ QUE NO ME VENGAN CON QUE ES UN DATO IRRELEVANTE, HE ESCRITO MÁS PENDEJADAS ACÁ ME VOY A ASEGURAR DE QUE EN SU VIDA VUELVAN A COMER UN PLATO DON'T HATE RELATE. a quién demonios pretendo hablarle, Dios, necesito ayuda.

(25/09/16)

- La practica de depilación femenina se inició, como una práctica estándar, en 1920.

- "Hembrismo" hace referencia al rol de sumisión que ha tenido que asumir la mujer durante la historia. sí vieron, todo es basura, y la basura se recoge y se deshecha.

2016 finales:

Mucho sobre patinaje artístico.

Eso fue todo lo que llegué a escribir. Si alguien alguna vez pasa sus ojos por esto, primero que todo le pido perdón de antemano, y segundo, está invitado a discutir cualquiera de las cosas que anoté. Tengo suficiente té para el que llegue. 

[n00dl3gal]

Picasso and Street Lamps, Part 3: Red Lion Has Tagged You In a Post

Happy Valentine’s Day.

THIS little segment here was what changed “Banksy-Ass Wannabe” from being a oneshot to a full series (hence all the exposition at the start). And I wouldn’t have done it without the help of Becky (@screwitanddoitanyway), who gave me the idea. Thank you… and also screw you, this AU has taken over my life.

Special thanks to @cubanbisexuallance for her help with names and the Spanish dialogue! Translations will be at the end of the post.

Archive of Our Own: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9524369/chapters/21897683

It was hard to believe he’d been dating Lance for six years now, but here Keith was.

They’d both graduated- it took some persuasion on Lance’s part, but Keith had finally returned to college and gotten his degree- and they were pretty content. Lance was suffering his way through grad school, Keith had traded in coffee for teaching art at a local studio, they shared an apartment with a busted radiator, and everything was fine.

That’s not to say they didn’t argue, but most of their frustrations towards the other was vented through their graffiti. Yes, they still sprayed- maybe less than when they were in college, but it was a form of relaxation for the both of them, and damn if teasing all their followers with their relationship wasn’t funny. If anything, they played up the rivalry between BluDude and Red Lion more than ever, just to screw with the fans. It made their reactions to the collabs they did all the sweeter.

Keith’s packing up from a shift at the studio- he’s been teaching anatomy for the past month, which is all kinds of awkward. Thank God he wasn’t one of the models, but seeing the naked men pose reminds him of his pathetic bottom surgery fund sitting in his bank account. He’s ready to head back home, curl up with Lance, and relax when his phone buzzes.

It’s Pidge. Not too surprising- turns out she and Keith had a lot in common, and that was before they realized their brothers had once been roommates. What does catch Keith’s attention is the text she sent:  Check Lance’s instagram.

Keith opens up the app, checking Lance’s personal account first. There isn’t anything new; the last post was a selfie he took a few days ago. Keith remembers groaning in the background.

He flips over to the BluDude account and-  oh.

It’s a familiar sight- the back of the 7-11 on Carson Street, where they were supposed to have a showdown and instead ended up making out. And Lance has decided to commemorate the location with a spray, over half a decade later.

It’s incredibly simple by Lance’s standards, just four words in bright blue lettering. But good Lord, do they carry a lot of meaning.

  Will you marry me?

Once he recovers, Keith dashes to the supply closet.

…

Lance paces across the apartment, constantly glancing between the clock, the door, and his phone. Maybe he was too forward. Maybe he’s scared Keith off, he’s not coming back, he’s fucked up this time-

His phone dings and Lance jumps a foot in the air.

The notification is simple:  Red Lion has tagged you in a post. His fingers shake as he opens Instagram.

It’s a photo of his proposal, with one word in red at the bottom:  YES .

As if on cue, the door rattles and Keith opens it, staring at Lance, expression unreadable. They watch each other, barely breathing, until Keith opens his mouth.

“Do you even have a ring?”

Lance puts his hand to his chest, face aghast. “I’ve been planning this for months babe,” he says, fumbling around in his back pocket. “Or, well, I’ve had the ring for months. Wasn’t sure what to do but… this seems right.” He kneels and Keith is already nodding. “Lemme say it out loud first,” he whispers. Keith drops to his knees, hands shaking and smile wide and trembling. “Keith Kwon, apple of my eye, the Aristotle to my Dante, love of my life- will you marry me?”

Keith grabs the hood of his jacket and kisses him, desperate and eager and wet. “Yes, yes, God, of course I will you dickwad, I fucking love you so fucking much-”

“I love you too,” Lance whispers against his fiance’s lips.

Eventually, Lance breaks off the kiss, Keith still chasing his touch. “In a minute, babe,” he laughs, patting his cheek. “I need to call my mom.”

Keith nods, still high off giddiness, and lays with Lance on the couch. As the phone rings, the Cuban man slides the ring on his fiance’s finger. It’s simple- tarnished brass, with a small stone that Keith assumes is a ruby. He’ll probably ask Shay for proper identification, though.

“Mami? It’s Lance- yeah, I did! And he said yes! I- what? She wants to be on speaker,” Lance says, pushing the button. “Wants to congratulate us both.”

“Keith? You there, mijito?” comes the voice down the line.

If Keith wasn’t already grinning, he’d be beaming now. “Yeah, I’m here, Mrs. Fuentes.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, call me Hermosa- especially now, you’re family.”

Family- he hasn’t even thought about that. Marrying Lance and he’d join the Fuentes. People who already adored him, a group that welcomed him with open arms when Lance first brought him home. Something that he’d only really experienced with the Shiroganes for two decades.

And now he and Lance could start their own.

“Babe- Mami, you made him cry, how could you?” Lance says, pulling Keith closer and kissing the tears on his cheek.

“I’m gonna make him cry even more if he hurts you, Lancito,” Hermosa answers, voice tinny and threatening, but with a loving tone.

“Don’t worry, Mrs.- Hermosa,” Keith tells her, squeezing Lance across the waist. “I’m so in love with your son I’d probably die if I hurt him.”

“When did you get so mushy?” Lance asks, looking at him with glistening ocean eyes.

Keith pecks his nose. “When you proposed.”

“Boys, I’m still on. At least hang up before you-”

“¡Mami! ¡No vamos a singar!”

Hermosa laughs, bright and cheerful. “Oh yeah, sure, y soy la reina de la inglaterra. Asegúrese de usar un condón,” she adds, causing a flustered Lance to scream “¡Mami!” again.

“But in all seriousness,” she says after calming down, “I’m so very proud. Of both of you. You’re perfect for each other and I know you’ll have a happy life. Te amo.” The pair responds in kind and Lance hangs up.

“A happy life,” Lance muses. His fingers rub absentmindedly across the ring. Keith shivers at the familiar touch of flesh and the new sensation of metal. “What do you think, babe? Want to share the rest of your living, breathing days with me in complete and utter joy?” “You’ve already given me that,” Keith whispers, nuzzling his face in Lance’s neck, tears still pricking his eyes. “Thank you, Lance. Thank you so much.”

Translations: “Mijito” = a term of affection “¡Mami! ¡No vamos a singar!” = “Mom! We aren’t having sex!” “Y soy la reina de la inglaterra. Asegúrese de usar un condón.” = “And I’m the Queen of England. Be sure to wear a condom.” “Te amo” = “I love you”

When Lance mentions “Aristotle and Dante,” he’s referring to the main characters of the book “Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe.” It’s really good, I highly recommend it.

No new section next week; I’ll be working on stuff for Mercy76 Week instead. When I return, however, more klance. Also, sorry for not posting segment 2 on tumblr, things got a bit hectic and I forgot. I’ll try to upload it soon.