#opiniones sobre Second Love

[algerian-lady]

The Genos style analysis i was talking about (only it's just an amateur's rumbling)

I just love clothes and fashion and rumbling about them, just like everyone i know, and it can keep me up to unholy hours of the morning lol, anyways, Genos is one of my fave opm characters, i just love his design, his personality and ofc his fights! He's one of the characters that changes his style often in the series and i find that really interesting, we gushed over it a bit earlier but i wanted to make a more detailed analysis over it. (i say that, but don't expect much from me, i'm not some proessional fashion designer or stylist, i just love clothes)

Season 1:

Earlier Genos style, he wears jeans/plain trousers, simple sleeveless shirts showcasing his cool intricate high-tech arms, he wears knee length boots in his first outfit and sneakers on the others. For accessories, he does like to wear different types of belts and he has earrings on (both earrings and shirts are practical, I assume his whole outfit is supposed to be light for his fighting, also as it was pointed out in the comments, he does destroy his clothes a lot so he probably need a change often). His hair is styled down, it's disheveled in a stylish way.

don't get me wrong, he looks good but it's pretty basic and doesn't say my about his tastes as you may say.

Now starts season two: (that's when i started the manga and started to notice his style, i didn't give it much attention before)

immidiately we can see a little style improvement with the addition of accesories like a jacket i'm sure he doesn't need for anything else than to look cool, and that such a nice fit on the lower pics, i love the turtle neck and truck pants tucked in those stylish boots (especially coupled with those new part.)

(the first pic seems to be his default outfit at home, nice armor tho), the second pic is so nice? like the baggy pants and big ass belt, also the insane armsi love that, not to mention we got a new haircut;

it saddly only lasted for one arc,

We se variations of that outfit throughout the arc, for me it's the arms, how can Murata manage to draw such amazing designs?

Monster association arc:

right off the bat, it starts pretty strong. i mean look at that hoodie, i want it! but if this was good then wait for it...

This look is gorgeous!!!! look at that jacket and pants and more importantly his centipede gear!! (it's so sad it had to go)

Honorable mentions:

in conclsuion, Genos's style and looks is his way to express himself and the more we progress down the story the more we see him in some really good items, i feel like it's not about a change of style completely but the existence of two styles, one more plain and simple for everyday wear and another for when he wanna make an entrence and is feeling pretty confident and good about himself, bless ma boi.

Side notes:

Neo Heroes saga:

this is so funny, i bet he does it on a daily basis at this rate lol (the only thing that doesn't change is his face, but you can't change perfect 🥺 my Boi is, soft features and demon eyes 👌 so endearing) .

There's nothing much to say here, he's shirtless, he's going for that apparently (again very confident), the armory is simple enough, except for the chest, i like that sobre darker look, reminds me of drive knight and i love that guy's design.

in fact, i have a feeling Genos machinery is gonna look simpler in the future but also more efficient, i wanna see the strongest cyborg Genos design, i imagine it'd be the most simple but solid and unbeatable.

unpopular opinion i'd appreciate more parted hair/pulled back:

it'd be cool if i found an analysis on Amai sweet Mask or Sonic's style, these are the stylish trio in my heart. if it had already been done i'd love to read it, although doing it myself would take years since this took a week and i'm not ready to do it again anytime soon lol XD

[rafaelsilvasource]

Happy birthday, kid. I’m so proud of you. I’m proud of the parts you fold to become digestible, but most importantly and most intentionally, of the parts you try to vehemently, and yet, so unsuccessfully, hide from world. You are a devastating, indomitable hurricane of emotions. You feel too much, you are too sensitive. You’re impatient. You think you’re good at lying but the Truth sits on you. It takes more or less 26 seconds to change your opinion about something you felt so feverishly about. You are a purebred Gemini. Like a baby, a spoonful of Love softens your cries. Stop fighting. He’s not asking you to learn how to swim, He’s asking you to be Water. I’m proud of how you don’t know how to not be yourself. I hope you never change. Welcome to being You. 🌻 Feliz aniversário, garoto. Estou tão orgulhoso de você. Tenho orgulho das partes que você esconde para se tornar digerível. Tenho orgulho ainda mais das partes que você tenta veementemente, sem sucesso, esconder do mundo. Você é um furacão devastador de emoções. Uma tempestade indomável. Você sente demais, você é muito sensível. Você é impaciente. Você acha que sabe mentir, mas a Verdade está sobre você—te cobre como uma manta. Demora mais ou menos 26 segundos para mudar de opinião sobre algo que o deixou tão fervoroso. Você é um Geminiano de raça pura. Como um bebê, uma colher de Amor acalma o seu choro. Pare de lutar. Ele não está pedindo que você aprenda a nadar, Ele está pedindo que você seja Água. Tenho muito orgulho de como você não sabe não ser si mesmo. Espero que você nunca mude. Bem-vindo ao ser Você.

RAFAEL SILVA via Instagram - June 18, 2024

[cajon-desastre]

Hola Carmen, me encantan tus citas y los GIFs que las acompañan, suelen ir a la par del tema del día pero me gustaría conocer tu opinión acerca de todo este lío si no te importa comentarlo. Asumo que igual no te sientes cómoda con mi petición así que si consideras oportuno no contestarme lo entenderé.

Siempre me has parecido muy sincera y equilibrada en tus comentarios, un beso guapa.

Hello Carmen, I love your quotes and the GIFs that accompany them, they usually go along with the topic of the day but I would like to know your opinion about this whole mess if you don't mind commenting on it. I assume that you may not feel comfortable with my request, so if you consider it appropriate not to answer me, I will understand. You have always seemed very sincere and balanced in your comments, a kiss pretty.

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Hi Anon, thank you for your kind words 🥰

I don't mind commenting, what happens is that I don't usually give much air to these things because what is sought, precisely, is to give them visibility and increase the drama, something that I don't usually lend myself to, only just enough when there are things that are too obvious which you can see here and here.

But you asked me for an opinion and this is what I can give you:

Disappointment and frustration would be the first words.

Ridiculous and hasty the second.

Disaster and control damage the third.

As a fan, it is not the way I would like for people I like to follow and support, but it is something that is not going to affect my life any more than the time I can dedicate to creating content or reading other bloggers. I understand that people may be very upset by the latest events and I see that, above all, they are recent fans, or those who have been there for a short time, for the most part.

I don't know, maybe I've been here for many years and I've seen everything. I am vaccinated against this nonsense that becomes cyclical and that is always a consequence of some previous event that is usually related to the shipper side and the image that is wanted to be transmitted to the general public, not to the fandom that is attentive to any movement or fact.

I have always wanted my attitude to be Zen, trying to take what happens on this side of the fence with resignation and humor. It's also because I try to compartmentalize what the fandom is and what the series and the books are. Enjoying the only thing that is stable within this madness despite Starz's mismanagement.

I could summarize that the situation is more of the same and I do not rule out that, when this situation passes, we will encounter new shenanigans. They seem to be one-tricks, and as long as it works, that's what we'll continue to see.

I also recommend that you read @outlanderskin in this post. Her thoughts are very similar to mine right now.

Thanks for the appreciation and I hope that Google translation makes this understandable 😘

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Hola Anon, gracias por tus amables palabras 🥰 No me importa comentar, lo que pasa es que no suelo darle mucho aire a estas cosas porque lo que se busca, precisamente, es darles visibilidad y aumentar el dramatismo, algo a lo que no suelo prestarme. Sólo lo suficiente cuando hay cosas demasiado obvias que puedes ver aquí y aquí. Pero me pediste opinión y esto es lo que puedo darte: Decepción y frustración serían las primeras palabras. Ridículo y precipitado el segundo. Desastre y control de daños el tercero. Como fan, no es la forma en que me gustaría que las personas a las que me gusta seguir y apoyar, pero es algo que no va a afectar mi vida más que el tiempo que puedo dedicar a crear contenido o leer a otros bloggers. Entiendo que la gente pueda estar muy molesta por los últimos acontecimientos y veo que, sobre todo, son fans recientes, o que llevan poco tiempo, en su mayoría. No lo sé, tal vez llevo muchos años aquí y lo he visto todo. Estoy vacunado contra este despropósito que se vuelve cíclico y que siempre es consecuencia de algún evento previo que suele estar relacionado con el lado shipper y la imagen que se quiere transmitir al público en general, no al fandom que está atento a cualquier movimiento o hecho. Siempre he querido que mi actitud sea zen, intentando tomarme lo que pasa de este lado de la valla con resignación y humor. También es porque trato de compartimentar qué es el fandom y qué son las series y los libros. Disfrutando de lo único que hay estable dentro de esta locura a pesar de la mala gestión de Starz. Podría resumir que la situación es más de lo mismo y no descarto que, cuando esta situación pase, nos encontremos con nuevas travesuras. Parecen ser de un solo truco, y mientras funcionen, eso es lo que seguiremos viendo. También te recomiendo que leas a @outlanderskin en este post. Sus pensamientos son muy similares a los míos en este momento.

Gracias por el aprecio y espero que la traducción de Google haga esto comprensible 😘

[dryonsenpai]

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🇬🇧I'mma just gonna get into it cuz why not? I already expressed my opinion with lfl so idgaf anymore. If you don't like my opinion then just block me cuz I'll block all negative comments sorrynotsorry ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

The issue is the same: people can't READ & will complain about everything just to get attention or others to say "you're my hero 😍" like the crystals they are

Obviously I'm not talking about the prices, but the stories of the angel cards

People should've expected this just by reading the characters' philias like, hello? One of them is turn3d 0n by corpses & another for murdering. If that wasn't enough, read the warnings of the game. & If that wasn't enough enough, you're literally fück¡ng with Beelzebub & Leviathan while they're dying (bloodshed cards) & in addition to that, angels are not good & Rara (I love that someone calls him that way) is a cannibal 💀

"b-but obey me--" I'M TIRED OF THAT, if you wanna be a softie & play obey me then do so, but don't come at all of us saying "this is unethical cuz you're r4p¡ng the angels 😭". First, it's just a game my dude chill, second, if you feel uncomfortable just ignore it as y'all do with REAL victims, third, you can always uninstall the game & last but not least... R4p3play is a real kink about a consent roleplay.

Now, angels do end up consenting at the end (you can correct me if I'm wrong), but their whole personality is like "I hate demons so I'll never admit I liked it hooray"

I've also seen people complain about Gabi's story the most & like, as if you didn't know the character enough or you can't see the card you're gonna pay for. Welp, most of us would pay for that card if we could but ✨70 bucks paywall✨ so you can consider yourself lucky if you can afford to pay that for a single character on a game cuz most of us are studying adults without an income

Again, you may not like a story & THAT'S OKAY, but you've been warned since the beginning UvUr

🇪🇦Me voy a meter en el meollo, ¿Por qué no? Ya di mi opinión con lfl así que ya todo me vale verdura lol. Si no os gusta mi opinión bloqueadme porque igualmente voy a borrar los comentarios negativos losientoperono ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

El problema es el mismo: la gente NO sabe leer y se van a quejar por todo para tener atención y que la gente les diga "eres mi héroe 😍" como los cristalitos que son

Obviamente, no hablo de los precios sino de la historia de las cartas de los ángeles

La gente se lo tenía que haber esperado, osea, ¿hola? Uno se pone to burro con los cadáveres y otro por asesinar. Por si no fuera suficiente, hay que leer las advertencias del juego. Y si eso no fuera suficientemente suficiente, te estás tirando a Belcebú y Leviatán mientras se mueren (no sé cómo es el nombre de estas cartas en español pero ya todos sabemos cuales son) y para más inri, los ángeles no son buenecitos y Rara (me encanta que alguien le haya llamado así) es caníbal 💀

"p-pero obey me--" ESTOY CANSADA DE ESA MIERDA, si quieres ser blandito y jugar obey me adelante, pero no nos vengas con "esto no es ético porque estás v¡0l4nd0 a los ángeles 😭". Lo primero, es un juego así que cálmate tío, lo segundo, si no te gusta ignóralo como haces con las víctimas REALES, tercero, siempre puedes desinstalar el juego y por último pero no menos importante... El r4p3play (juego de v¡0l4c¡0n) es un fetiche real y consentido

Ahora, los ángeles acaban consintiendo al final (corregidme si me equivoco), pero su personalidad se basa en "odio a los demonios así que nunca voy a admitir que me gustó yupii"

También he visto que la gente se queja sobre todo de la historia de Gabi como si no conocieran al personaje o no pudieran ver la carta por la que están dispuestos a pagar. Bueno, muchos de nosotros pagaríamos por esa carta si pudiéramos pero ✨70 pavos✨ así que considérate afortunado si te puedes permitir pagar eso por un solo personaje en un juego porque la mayoría de nosotros somos jóvenes adultos sin ingresos

Repito, te puede no gustar una historia y ESO ESTÁ BIEN, pero te advirtieron desde el principio UvUr

[lem-de-lemon]

English: (Translate)

I had already uploaded one of these on Amino, but it was just Elijah. This is a second, less literal version of a "Reverse AU"?

So...

Sydney Sargent: The Architect.

Sydney is a nurse's aide at Camp Here & There, Lucille saved him when he was a child and despite his difficulties he dedicated his life to being useful to her and staying by his best friend's side keeping him safe. He is affectionate although somewhat distracted so he can sometimes seem distant, but he does not stop loving others. He spends his days mostly in his office recording his progress on a "project" on cassettes and as a hobby he also likes to take care of a small garden of wild plants. He has a special interest in fungi so part of his library is about them. He suspects that he may be ill, but he has not said anything about it.

Jedidiah Martin: The Muse

Nurse at Camp Here & There. He has a good heart, but the children run away from him despite his attempts to help the other camp counselors. He is in charge of giving the announcements in the camp, he doesn't seem to be doing too badly. For some reason he seems to be very interested in clocks, he has a small collection of several of them in different and extravagant designs from around the world. Lately he feels watched, he is not very religious but he claims to be persecuted by a guy with a goat mask (The others don't know whether to believe him or not and those who do have very strange theories about satanic cults. Sydney doesn't have an opinion on that , in fact he seems a little uncomfortable and prefers to avoid the topic.) He has a slight allergy to rabbits.

(Up and) Adam: A stranger in the woods.

He was once a psychology student, but one day he disappeared in the woods and no one cared enough to go find him. He has a strange obsession with Jedidiah Martin, he believes she may be the solution to his problems. He doesn't like Sydney, but he has offered Jedidiah sessions to talk about him (Gaslight?). He's weird. When he takes off his mask he makes the others feel sleepy, sometimes it amuses him to wake Jedidiah up by making a lot of noise with his tambourine. Probably cannibal. "Bone Apple Teeth"

Elijah Volkov: A demon with a PhD.

A "nice" nurse demon, he walks around in the dreams of others (especially Jedidiah and Sydney) causing them to have quite strange nightmares. He wears part of a pink suit that would not at all give you the feeling that you were talking to a doctor. Why study medicine? He really isn't sure, maybe he wanted to understand the camp nurses a little more, maybe he was bored or maybe he just finds it funny to correct others so they call him "Dr." He has a strange relationship with Sydney, possibly it has to do with his medical condition or why Jedidiah went from looking like a dead person overnight to looking better than ever when they were kids. He has a strange taste with elephants, he would put stickers of them in other people's notebooks and the others would find them on random pages everywhere.

Español: (Lengua nativa)

Ya había subido uno de éstos en Amino, pero solo era Elijah. Esta es una segunda versión menos literal de un "AU Reverse"?

Asíque...

Sydney Sargent: El arquitecto.

Sydney es un ayudante de enfermería en Camp Here & There, Lucille lo salvó cuando era un niño y a pesar de las dificultades dedicó su vida a serle útil y permanecer al lado de su mejor amigo manteniéndolo a salvo. Es cariñoso aunque algo distraido por lo que aveces puede verse distante, pero no deja de amar a los demás. Pasa sus días mayormente en su oficina grabando sus avances sobre un "proyecto" en cassettes y como pasatiempo a parte le gusta cuidar de un pequeño jardín de plantas silvestres. Tiene un interés especial en los hongos por lo que parte de su biblioteca trata sobre ellos. Se sospecha que pueda estar enfermo, pero no ha dicho nada al respecto.

Jedidiah Martin: La Musa

Enfermero en Camp Here & There. Tiene un buen corazón, pero los niños huyen de él a pesar de sus intentos por ayudar a los demás consejeros del campamento. Es el encargado de dar los anuncios en el campamento, no parece irle mal. Por alguna razón parece interesarle muchos los relojes, tiene una pequeña colección de varios de ellos en diferentes y extravagantes diseños del mundo. Últimamente se siente observado, no es muy religioso pero dice ser perseguido por un sujeto con máscara de cabra (Los demás no saben si creerle o no y los que si lo hacen tienen teorías muy raras sobre cultos satánicos. Sydney no tiene una opinión sobre eso, de hecho parece algo incómodo y prefiere evitar el tema.) Tiene una leve alergia a los conejos.

(Up and) Adam: Un extraño en el bosque.

Alguna vez fué un estudiante de psicología, pero un día desapareció en el bosque y a nadie le importó lo suficiente para ir por él. Tiene una extraña obsesión con Jedidiah Martin, cree que pueda ser la solución a sus problemas. No le gusta Sydney, pero le ha ofrecido a Jedidiah tener sesiones para hablar sobre él (¿Gaslight?). Es... extraño. Cuando se quita la máscara provoca que los demás se sientan somnolientos, aveces le divierte despertar a Jedidiah haciendo mucho ruido con su pandereta. Probablemente caníbal. "Bone Apple Teeth"

Elijah Volkov: Un demonio con doctorado.

Un "simpático" demonio enfermero, se pasea en los sueños de los demás (Especialmente Jedidiah y Sydney) provocandoles pesadillas bastante extrañas. Porta parte de un traje rosa que para nada te daría la sensación de estar hablando con un doctor. ¿Porqué estudiar medicina? Realmente no está seguro, quizás queria enteneder un poco más a los enfermeros del campamento, quizás estaba oburrido o quizás simplemente encuentra divertido corregir a los demás para quelo llamen "Dr". Tiene una relación extraña con Sydney, posiblemente tenga que ver con su condición médica o porqué de la noche a la mañana Jedidiah pasó de verse como un muerto a estar mejor que nunca cuando eran niños. Tiene una extraña afición con los elefantes, pagaría stickers de ellos en los cuadernos de los demás y los demás los encontrarían en páginas random por todoa lados.

[mikoooox]

Recomendação - Anime + Mangá 1

Doukyuusei (Classmates/Colegas de Classe)

Sotsu gyo sei (Graduates/Formados)

O.B. (Occupation to Beloved/Ocupação para o Amado)

Blanc

Futarigurashi/Home (Vivendo juntos)

Spin off - Sora & Hara

Sajō Rihito no Chichi para Sono Buka (não faz parte da história principal)

(Reading order above/ Ordem de leitura acima)

Doukyuusei

-Colegas de classe (Anime + Mangá)

Aqui vou falar tanto do anime quanto do Mangá.

Here I will talk about both the anime and the Manga.

Mangá

Realease date: June 2016 (Japan)

Written by: Asumiko Nakamura

Rihito Sajō (佐条利人, Sajō Rihito )

Hikaru Kusakabe (草壁光, Kusakabe Hikaru )

Anime

Realease date: February 20, 2016 (Japan) May 6, 2016 (NA).

Director: Shoko Nakamura Rihito Sajō (佐条利人, Sajō Rihito )

Hikaru Kusakabe (草壁光, Kusakabe Hikaru )

Sinopse:

"Doukyuusei (Colegas de Classe) apresenta o início do romance entre Hikaru Kusakabe, um jovem descontraído e apaixonado por música, e Rihito Sajou, um estudante tímido e focado. Apesar de suas diferenças, os dois desenvolvem um vínculo genuíno enquanto se aproximam durante os preparativos para um recital escolar. A história captura a pureza e os desafios de um primeiro amor."

Synopsis:

"Doukyuusei (Classmates) follows the budding romance between Hikaru Kusakabe, a laid-back young man with a passion for music, and Rihito Sajou, a shy but focused student. Despite their differences, the two develop a genuine bond as they grow closer during preparations for a school recital. The story captures the purity and challenges of first love."

Minha avaliação/My review:

5.0/5.0

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Sotsu gyo sei

- Formados (Mangá)

Segundo volume (não tem anime)

Second volume (there is no anime )

Realease date: January 2008

Written by: Asumiko Nakamura

Rihito Sajō (佐条利人, Sajō Rihito )

Hikaru Kusakabe (草壁光, Kusakabe Hikaru )

Sinopse:

"Sotsu gyo sei (Formados) acompanha os dois após a formatura, lidando com os desafios da transição para a vida adulta. Entre as demandas da vida acadêmica e as expectativas do futuro, Hikaru e Rihito enfrentam momentos de dúvida e crescimento, aprendendo a equilibrar suas escolhas pessoais e o amor que os une."

Synopsis:

"Sotsu gyo sei (Graduates) follows the two after graduation, dealing with the challenges of transitioning into adulthood. Between the demands of academic life and the expectations of the future, Hikaru and Rihito face moments of doubt and growth, learning to balance their personal choices and the love that unites them."

Minha avaliação/ My review:

4.8/5.0

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O.B. 1 and 2

- Jovens adultos

Quarto volume

Four volume

Realease date: April 2012

Written by: Asumiko Nakamura

Rihito Sajō (佐条利人, Sajō Rihito )

Hikaru Kusakabe (草壁光, Kusakabe Hikaru )

Sinopse:

"A escola pode ter acabado, mas para Kusakabe e Sajo, suas vidas juntos estão apenas começando! Será que os dois conseguirão fazer as coisas funcionarem? Enquanto isso, muitos de seus amigos, como sua ex-professora Hara, estão lidando com seu próprio drama de relacionamento."

Synopsis:

"School may be over, but for Kusakabe and Sajo, their lives together are just beginning! Can the two make things work? Meanwhile, many of their friends, like their former teacher Hara, are dealing with their own relationship drama."

Minhas avaliação/My review:

5.0/5.0

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Minha opinião sobre/ My opinion on:

Doukyuusei (Classmates/ Colegas de classe)

Sotsu gyo sei (Graduates/ Formados)

O.B. (Occupation to Beloved/ Ocupação para o Amado)

Futarigurashi/Home (Ou Vivendo juntos)

Spin off - Sora & Hara

Sajō Rihito no Chichi para Sono Buka (não faz parte da história principal)

Sendo este um dos meus posts mais longos (dividido em duas partes), posso dizer: AMO Doukyuusei COM TODO MEU CORAÇÃO.

Após ler o primeiro mangá, além de me apaixonar pela interação e pelo amor genuíno entre os dois personagens, senti-me tentada a continuar lendo. Não foi surpresa descobrir que as continuações eram igualmente incríveis.

Sendo um dos meus mangás preferidos, que sempre me deixam com o coração quentinho, acredito que todo o esforço para espalhar as continuações pelo mundo valeu a pena (me sinto até uma celebridade aqui).

No final de toda essa jornada, posso afirmar que minha nota é 5/5 e recomendo fortemente a leitura deste mangá, especialmente para oa depressivos (esse mangá cura a depressão sério)

English:

This being one of my longest posts (divided into two parts), I can say: I LOVE Doukyuusei WITH ALL MY HEART.

After reading the first manga, besides falling in love with the interaction and genuine love between the two characters, I felt tempted to continue reading. It was no surprise to discover that the sequels were equally incredible.

Being one of my favorite mangas, which always warm my heart, I believe that all the effort to spread the sequels around the world was worth it (I even feel like a celebrity here).

At the end of this whole journey, I can say that my rating is 5/5 and I highly recommend reading this manga, especially for those who are depressed (this manga seriously cures depression).

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Continuação 👉👉

[cagethemunson]

gio!!! i need your help! i'm cleaning out my bookshelf and getting rid of some books i don't really like anymore. but i'm on the fence about keeping these, they're all books i either never finished reading or that i've read so long ago that i don't have a strong opinion about anymore. and i know you have good taste in books so do you think any of these are worth keeping for a second chance?

“and I know you have good taste in books” crying and screaming about this 😭🤍

vou responder em pt porque meu cérebro funciona melhor assim kkkkkk

sobre esse livro do reconto de a bela e a fera, eu nunca li, mas já li o what once was mine da mesma autora e dessa mesma série de recontos e foi super delicinha. não tenho uma opinião sobre esse da bela e a fera em si, mas acredito que seja gostosinho de ler que nem o da rapunzel que eu li.

estilhaça-me é a supremacia do guilty pleasure. não é o melhor livro que você vai ler na sua vida, mas também não é lá de todo ruim não, viu? eu daria uma chance, principalmente pelo “lift your hips for me, love” do terceiro, que já tá batido do tanto que as pessoas falam dessa cena mas que continua sendo superior. eu daria uma chance, se fosse vc!

três coroas negras eu tb tenho, mas nunca li kkkkkk me disseram que era livro único mas depois de uns anos acabei vendo livro QUATRO dessa série, virou palhaçada, então não sei. mas tem bastante gente que gosta.

PRINCESA DAS CINZAS, AMO DEMAIS, dá uma chance!!!

odeio lâmina da assassina, acho chato demais, mas se vc quiser ler a série de trono de vidro é uma leitura necessária depois do segundo livro/antes do terceiro. tô no quarto livro de trono de vidro e até agora eu tô achando muito boa, juro! acho que vale MUITO vc dar uma chance porque eu gosto muito. só que é série grande com livro tijolo, então analisa se vc quer se comprometer msm kkkkkkkk

corte de espinhos e rosas…. olha…. eu não gosto dessa série. acho brega & ruim que dói, o único que eu até gostei foi desse aí, o primeiro, mas foi só nos últimos 30%, porque a primeira metade do livro é o próprio sonífero. tentei ler duas vezes e parei na metade, só terminei na terceira vez pq eu ganhei o livro e conseguir ir até o final (que, por sinal, é bem legal de ler), mas eu não recomendo, não.

nunca li extraordinário, mas é um dos livros preferidos da minha melhor amiga, então fica aí a recomendação terceirizada kkkkkkk

os outros eu nunca li ou nunca ouvi falar, mas a menina que roubava livros é muito 50/50 pros leitores, pq metade abandona e metade tem como preferido, então nem sei como opinar 😭

[the-last-panqueque]

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ESPAÑOL: Ok, así que hace poco me enteré de todo el lío que surgió dentro del fandom de Encanto y lo de shutupgringo2022 (y si, todos sabemos que no todos los estadounidenses son así, ajá, es obvio). Como una colombiana que adoró la película, esta es mi opinión PERSONAL sobre el tema. Primero, no creo que el uso de un color ligeramente más blanco de piel en el fanart sea malo, especialmente porque en muchos casos es por la paleta de colores del dibujo o por la luz y creo que "cancelar" a un artista por algo tan inocente es horrible y estúpido (y no, no considero que eso sea "whitewashing"). Segundo, Latinoamérica y, mas específicamente, Colombia, es un lugar con una enorme diversidad racial y cultural, tenemos todo el arcoÍris de pieles, algunas veces dentro de la misma familia; una persona de afuera no tiene derecho a "explicarnos" nuestra experiencia racial o a definir quienes son latinos y quienes no, especialmente cuando lo hacen dando por sentado que su opinión es la correcta y que deben venir a "salvarnos" (algo que es de por sí imperialista). Tercero, yo creo que ser latinoamericano es toda una experiencia socio cultural que involucra un contexto histórico, económico y social particular, por eso el tener un par de antepasados latinos no es suficiente para comprender nuestras vivencias o hablar por nosotros. Somos más que saber cocinar y bailar, o saber hablar español. Así que si, por favor dejen de hablar por nosotros, porque lo que están haciendo es hablar por encima de nosotros y eso está feo .-. Pero en fin, la peli estuvo re bonita y me hace feliz que gustó tanto YwY akjahks.

ENGLISH: Ok, so I just learned about the mess that happened in the Encanto fandom and the #shutupgringo2022 stuff (and yes, we all know not all americans are like that, it's obvious). As a Colombian that adored the movie, this is my PERSONAL opinion about the subject. First, I don't think using a slightly lighter color of skin in fanart is that bad, specially when in a lot of cases it is because of the color palette of the drawing or the lights, and I think "cancelling" an artist for something so innocent is awful and stupid (and no, I don't think that's "whitewashing"). Second, latinoamerica and, more precisely, Colombia, is a place with a great racial and cultural diversity, we have all the rainbow of skin colors, sometimes inside a single family; an outsider doesn't have the right to explain our racial experience to us or to define who are latinos and who aren't, specially under the assumption that their opinion is the correct one and they have to come to "save us" (something that it's imperialist on its own). Third, I think that being latinoamerican is a whole socio cultural experience that involves a particular historic, economic and social context, for that reason having a few latinoamerican ancestors is not enough to understand our experiences or talking on our behalf. We are more than knowing how to cook and dance, or speaking spanish. So yeah, stop talking for us, cause you're only talking over us, and that's kind of rude .-. But anyway, the movie was really cute and it makes me happy that it was so loved YwY  akjahks.

DISCLAIMER:El meme no me pertenece, solo me lo encontré por ahí y tenía que hacer la versión de countryhumans :3

-PQQ

[ilustra-ss]

First of all this is an AU, all the TMNT characters are adults, they are in their late twenty´s, please keep the negative comments to yourself/En primer lugar, esto es un AU, todos los personajes de TMNT son adultos, tienen más de veinte años, por favor, guárdate los comentarios negativos.

This is my first fanfic if you want to give me opinions send me a private message i will be very happy to be able to improve thanks to you./Este es mi primer fanfic si quieren darme opiniones mandeme mensaje en privado estare muy feliz de por poder mejorar gracias a ustedes.

He know that he shouldn't go and be walking outside in the early morning,it's to risky but he knows,is the oldest brother,the leader,the next successor of the Hamato clan,the perfect golden child knows he needs to go back inside but again he going to take risks

The risk of caught by brother, trying and successively pull him inside of their home,yelling at him,one of them go and finds his father master splinter so he can lecture him about why he shouldn't go outside so early in the morning,why he shouldn't go alone,if he still remember what happened to him when he faced all alone the Shredder or how Miyamoto is not meant for him.

Not meant for him?

why, why splinter mentioned Usagi Miyamoto 

Because of his prejudice.

Usagi is know as a traitor,a samurai with a serious look that scares the dumbest people,a worthless bunny.He is not and never will be worhtless,he is kind,loyal,brave and the best samurai warrior of all times they should know that by now,His family should know by know too! if they know...then why are doing this?he dosen´t deserve love and happines like the other? 

He is not worth it?he has done everything right and perfect to keep them happy and proud he never begs for nothing but the only thing he is ask to this family  is to let him love his samurai.

Nowhere to go,all thought goes out the window when he sees someone in the distance, the shadow was getting closer and closer to reveal that it was indeed Usagi Miyamoto,everything happened very fast, see him if was like the first time tehy meet his heart was beating a thousand times a second, they were dating for a while but the affections of his beloved got him every single day, but today he felt nervous more than usual Usagi approaches to his kappa holding his hand in a gentle and strong way,looking into his eyes to finally say these simple words.

“will you marry me?”

He knows that this can make everything worse, with his father, brothers, everyone, but the love he have for him is more stronger than a prejudice,he knows the risk.

As the rays of the sun just rising illuminated his soft white fur with happiness and security looks his lover in the eyes and with a smile answers him.

Él sabe que no debería salir a caminar temprano en la mañana, es demasiado arriesgoso, pero esto el lo sabe porque es el hermano mayor, el líder, el próximo sucesor del clan Hamato, el niño perfecto, el sabe que deberia entrar a su casa pero nuevamente el va a tomar este riesgos.

El riesgo de ser atrapado por sus hermanos, tratando de traerlo sucesivamente dentro de su casa, gritándole, uno de ellos va y encuentra a su padre, el maestro splinter, para que este pueda sermonearlo sobre el por qué no debe salir tan temprano en la mañana, por qué no debería ir solo, si aún recuerda lo que le pasó cuando se enfrentó solo a Shredder o cómo Miyamoto no es para él.

¿No es para él?

por qué, por qué splinter mencionó a Usagi Miyamoto

Por su prejuicio.

Usagi es conocido como un traidor, un samurái con una mirada seria que asusta a las personas más tontas, un conejito sin valor. El no es ni jamas será un conejo sin valor, es amable, leal, valiente y el mejor guerrero samurái de todos los tiempos. Todos a estas alturas deberia saberlo, Su familia también debería saberlo! si saben...entonces por que hacen esto?no merece amor y felicidad como los demas?

¿Él no vale la pena? ha hecho todo bien y perfecto para mantenerlos felices y orgullosos, nunca ruega por nada, pero lo único que le pide a esta familia es que lo dejen amar a su samurái.

Sin lugar adonde ir, todo pensamiento se va por la ventana cuando ve a alguien a lo lejos, la sombra se acercaba cada vez más para revelar que efectivamente era Usagi Miyamoto, todo pasó muy rápido, véanlo si fue como la primera vez que se vieron su corazón latía a mil por segundo, estuvieron saliendo por un tiempo pero el cariño de su amada lo atrapaba todos los días, pero hoy se sentía más nervioso que de costumbre Usagi se acerca a su kappa tomándolo de la mano de una manera suave y fuerte, mirándolo a los ojos para finalmente decir estas simples palabras.

"¿Quieres casarte conmigo?"

Sabe que esto puede empeorar todo, con su padre, hermanos, todos, pero el amor que le tiene es más fuerte que un prejuicio, conoce el riesgo.

Mientras los rayos del sol apenas naciente iluminaban su suave pelaje blanco con felicidad y seguridad mira a los ojos a su amante y con una sonrisa le responde.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Disaster.

JAVIER PEÑA. ┃ NARCOS.

❝ words: about 1.8k

❝ warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, mention of bodily fluids, language, soft Javi.

❝ summary: Never let Javier do the laundry.

❝ a / n: This is a writing for Javier that has four years or more, but I translated it to English. Dialogues are in spanish, but this work also contains the translations. As always, I hope you enjoy and feedback is appreciated ❤.

Gif credits to the author.

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The sunbeams through the curtains disturb your peaceful sleep, rolling tangled in the soft sheets to toss an arm over Javier's chest. But it falls over the cold mattress. Growling still not awake at all, you palm his empty side of the bed. Sitting up on your left arm, you glance through the door to the living room. No noise outside his dorm that makes you know he's still at his house. Lying on your back and tilting your head with a puff escaping your lips, your eyes land on a hand-written note on his nightstand waiting for you to be read. Kissing your lips, you stretch an arm to grab it. “Te quiero hablar sobre algo más tarde, me esperas, ¿sí? Te amo, pendeja”.

The first time he called you like that was the day you met him —or more precisely, the day you almost ran over him. You remember him with both hands on the hood of your car, screaming at you “¿qué pasó, pendeja? A caso, ¿no me vió?” You were focused on texting your boss, but when you raised your eyes and made eye contact both you and him fell for each other, a fact that surprised you when his partner told you he was a perro; every night with a different woman.

A goofy smile curves your lips, feeling yet the kisses Javier spread last night all over your skin, just hoping he has left some coffee for you when you decide to get up. Directing your steps to his wardrobe, fully naked, you pick one of his t-shirts impregnated with his heavenly smell to wear it. You don't have anything planned for today other than enjoying your free day and wait for him to come back, so when you see the mess his house is in your opinion, you settle on cleaning it.

After having breakfast como Dios manda, you start for the living room. Except for the documents and the archives from his job, you pick up all the trash around, before sweeping the floor and dust the furniture. Once it is done, you continue with the laundry. God, this man has clothes thrown throughout the house. Putting them inside the basket, you bring them to the kitchen, but you have to leave aside your task when you find the washing machine already occupied. You're starting to tremble. Javier is a disaster, and you don't need to be a genius to realize it. So, when you see a red shirt inside, mixed with your white clothes, you pray for everything you know.

Opening the small door, you confirm your suspicion.

“¡PUTA MADRE! ¡NO JODAS! ¡HUEVÓN MALPARIO'!”

(Shit! Son of a bitch!)

Music in Spanish sounds all around the house, with the kitchen as the epicenter. You're cooking something for dinner, wearing a short chiffon dress —that makes your legs stand out and that used to be white, now is some kind of pink—, stalling till Javier comes back. Oh, he's going to pay for what happened.

“¿Mi amor?” The front door gets closed while hearing his voice calling you. “¡Ya regresé! ¿Dónde te metis— whoa, whoa, whoa…”

(¿My dear? I'm back! Where are you?)

Your boyfriend stops in his tracks as his mouth drops to the floor. Taking off his aviator sunglasses, you find him ogling you with eyes widened. He gulps to wet his sore throat while licking his bottom lip.

“A ver, a ver… voltéate”. He whispers waving his index finger doing circle moves.

(Let's see, turn around).

In silence, you obey his petition in slow motion so he can delight with the views, drawing a gunny grimace on your face. When you face him again, he is crossing himself thanking God. Raising both eyebrows, you take some steps closer swinging your hips to provoke him a little more, having so much fun.

“¿Sí te gusta mi vestido, hm?”

(Do you like my dress, hm?)

He just nods his chin fascinated, not being able to speak.

“Está bonito, ¿verdad? Pero… pues más bonito estaba cuando era blanco”. You reply, lifting both arms at the sides of your body.

(It's beautiful, isn't it? But... It was perfect when it was white).

“¿Cómo así, mi amor?”

(What do you mean, my love?)

Javier doesn't understand what's going on when you practically drag him through the kitchen to the clothesline outside, pointing at your white clothes, now of a strange pink discolored, he has to swallow a giggle. Pressing his lips together, he scratches the bridge of his nose doing his best to not laugh.

“A ver, cuéntame el chiste. Así me río yo también”.

(Tell me the joke. So I can laugh too).

“¡No me estoy riendo!” He feigns to be offended raising his hands to his chest.

(I'm not laughing!)

“Seguro… ¿No es esa tu camisa favorita?” You ask making a soft and brief move with your chin.

(Sure... Isn't that your favorite shirt?)

Putting his brown eyes on the piece of clothing he's wearing, he doesn't have a chance to reply when you ruin it and all its buttons by a strong pull, making them fall to the floor. A proud grin curves your lips up, while Javier tries to babble something. But the response to your action is better than you could think.

Crashing his lips on yours, his fingers move faster than you can assimilate to undoing his belt and the zip of his jeans, as he devours your mouth hungry like a stray dog. His tongue fights yours in a battle for dominance, pulling down his clothes before forcing you to turn and face the counter. Javier ruins your thong as easily as you have ruined his shirt, causing you to moan when he obligates you to spread your legs for him.

Bending over the counter and sticking out your ass, hearing him jerking off his delicious cock, your boyfriend digs his hardness as deep as he can into your soaked cunt. You cry out his name inevitably. Javier spits an animalistic groaning onto your ear. It doesn't matter how many times you two have fuck, you always need a second to adjust to his length, but this time he doesn't give you the opportunity. Not losing time, he grabs your throat with his right hand whilst the other presses your body to the counter from behind. Javier rocks his hips furiously, back and forth, running out of air. Soon, your moans and your whinings fill the kitchen, as the dry noise his pelvis produces when it crashes your limits.

“Si querías coger… solo tenías que decirlo”. He hisses lost in the pleasure, thrusting you harder with every move.

(If you wanted to fuck, you just had to ask for it).

It's not like he's mad at you, it's more like he is trying to compensate you for what he has done. He knows to perfection how to worship your body, how to make you feel loved and desired; but he also knows to perfection that you prefer him to be rougher than gentle —pulling your hair, choking you, biting your neck, making you beg.

“Ah, Javi…”

“Sí te gusta que te… coja, ¿no?”

(Do you like how I fuck you, right?)

“Sí, sí… Más rápido, por favor… por favor”.

(Yes, yes... Faster, please... please).

Your right-hand wraps his wrist, securing a little more the grip on your throat before guiding his other to your legs, straight to your throbbing clit.

“Tan ansiosa, tan necesitada mi gatita”.

(So anxious, so needy my kitten).

His forefinger caresses your finger so softly that he could kill you, quite the opposite of his waist.

“Qué rico…” You gasp enraptured, arching your back and tilting your head to reach his lips.

The fight of your tongues continues, drinking each other's pleasing growls, while the pace of his finger increases too close to the orgasm.

“No pares… no pares, por favor”. You beg onto his mouth, trailing his lips after over your jawline down to your neck.

(Don't stop... don't stop, please).

Nailing his teeth causing you to whimper loudly, your legs start to tremble as Javier digs his twitching hardness into you once and once, not letting you breathe for a second and pushing you to the edge. You can't help but scream his name, just like he loves, feeling the tickles exploding within your belly and letting yourself go. Your boyfriend only needs some more pushes straight to your g-spot to come inside you with a delighted howl drown against your neck. His warm seed mixed with your wetness makes him sigh breathless, collapsing over your back as you need to rest your arms over the counter till recovering.

“Me vuelves loco, mujer”. Javier mumbles, placing gentle kisses on your shoulder before caressing it with the tip of his nose.

(You drive me crazy).

Slowly pulling himself out of your overstimulated cunt, stealing you a disappointed whining for the sudden emptiness, he puts on his clothes as you turn around to face him.

“Te ves bien bonita, así toda hecha un desastre”. His perfect and charming smile gives you goosebumps, leaning forward to you to pepper your lips with so much tenderness.

(You look beautiful just like that, messy).

“Qué chistoso”. You chuckle placing both hands on his neck.

(Very funny).

“¿Arrunche en la tina?”

(Cuddles in the bathtub?)

“Por favor”. You just reply before he lifts you on his arms in the most purest bridal style, making you laugh lively and satisfied.

(Please).

In barely a couple of minutes, your bodies are covered by warm water, relaxing every inch of them and making the tension disappear. Javier is lying back on your chest, smoking with both eyes closed as your fingertips gently roam his chest. You have missed him too much today, being something rare for you to not spend your days off together, but he has been through so much work lately.

“¿De qué me querías hablar?”

(What you wanted to tell me?)

“¿Hm…?” Expelling the smoke through his nostrils, Javier raises his chocolate eyes towards yours.

“La nota”. You add referring to the piece of paper you found this morning on his nightstand.

(The note).

“Pensé en que vinieras a vivir conmigo”.

(I was thinking that you could come to live with me).

That's it. No doubts. No questions.

“¿Vivir juntos? ¿Acá?”

(Live together? Here?)

“Sí, acá”. Javier says puckering his lips, moving his mustache funnily. “¿Qué tiene de malo, pues?”

(Yeah, here. What's wrong?)

“Nada, nada… Está bien, me parece chévere”.

(Nothing, it's okay, I like it).

“¿Te parece chévere?” He scoffs sitting up, turning his head towards yours.

(Do you —just— like it?)

“Sí, ¿qué pasó?”

(Yeah, what's up?)

“Pensé que… no sé… que estarías feliz”.

(I thought... I don't know... You'd be happy).

Raising your eyebrows not believing what he's saying, you roll your eyes moving your arms around his neck to push him back again.

“No seas pendejo, Javi… Estoy más que feliz”.

(Don't be an idiot, Javi... I'm more than happy).

Embracing him tightly to your chest, you sink your nose into his neck taking a deep breath from his scent, almost dizzying you.

“Mírate… de perro callejero a perro casero”. You chuckle close to his ear, biting softly his earlobe.

(Look at you... from stray dog to domesticated dog).

“Pendeja…”

[maree-ff]

Interlude: Remission

CAMILA

Excited, joyful, in lust, anxious, nervous, and overwhelmed. These are all of the emotions I was hit with at three o’clock this morning when I woke up to begin my day. Today officially marks five weeks, seventy-two hours and sixteen minutes since I ruined our relationship. Today also marks the same amount of time that Jorden has completely flipped his switch. His behavior is nothing like Andre or I have ever dealt with. I know I’m to blame for calling off our engagement but it’s almost as if Jorden feels like I took his father away. That was never my intention by any means. I only wanted for Andre and I to take some time out to explore every crevice of our relationship. The energy in our union has been off and I want to know what the root of the issue is.

Papi’s been coming by everyday to bring the kids home from school. He’s even stayed to tuck them in, help me clean up from the aftermath of dinner and then he leaves. He’s been distant, rightfully so, but I miss him! I’ve been yearning for attention and I haven’t craved male companionship in ages! Tonight, I’m going to try and do things differently. I’ve been spying on him to get his schedule for today so I can scheme and coordinate in peace. Andre didn’t pick up the kids today because I asked for his mother to do it herself. The girls are helping me choose what to wear for my weekend away while their baby brother is napping.

Sliding my boots on I tiptoed around the mess I created, rushing to get their opinion. I spun around, danced a little, showing off another outfit I pieced together.

“Okay, nenas...what about this?” I’m frantic. I am supposed to be meeting Dre at a resort in Palm Springs. He has an assignment there for the weekend so I figured this is the perfect time for us to fix what’s broken.

“Shoes..perfect. Outfit..even better.” Zoe smiles assuringly.

Kenja tilted her head left and right before responding to my question. “Perfecto..”

“Perfecto? La verdad o es esa actitud que estoy escuchando?” I sassed her.

“Si..la verdad. Mom, mira la hora por favor.” She pointed out. Glancing at my watch I cursed under my breath, rushing to get out of here. I tossed what I need for the weekend in my bag, smothering my girls in affection. I looped my bag over my shoulder and quietly raced up the steps to check on my youngest baby.

Cautiously I entered his bedroom, blushing at the mere sight of him. “Mommy’s going to fix this nino. I promise. For you and tu hermanas.” Shuffling to his bed I pulled his blanket up over his stomach to keep him warm. “Mommy loves you baby. I’ll see you when I get back and I’ll make sure to kiss Papi for you, if he’ll let me.” I kissed his forehead and backed away before he had the chance to wake up.

I left his room, spoke to Divya briefly and headed straight for Palm Springs.

————  ———— 

Pushing the bottle further down into the ice bucket I turned around to check out the room. I managed to get an extra key to his hotel suite since he’s still out. I got a phone call from Meah saying that he should be arriving shortly.

“Mommy,” I exhaled. Clutching the Bible to my chest I looked out at the sun setting over the horizon. “Necesito su orientación.” My spirit feels alive again. I can feel her. “I need you to walk me through this. I ruined my relationship and I need to get it back. Please watch over me and don’t let me screw this up.” Marking my body in favor of the cross I set the Bible down and put some final touches on his room.

About fifteen minutes later I heard a key unlatch the lock to the room.

“Alright, look I’ll tell you what. Let me look over the proposal, run the account and find the bug.” The door shut and the automatic lock clicking made me jump out of my skin. These goddamn nerves! Quickly I downed one of the shots I poured, needing to calm myself before he saw me. I stood tall by the window, looking out at the montañas and hills. “No man, I will personally take care of the firewall and the hiccup in your account. Why don’t you sen-”

Our eyes met the second his speech paused. With the phone to his ear, he silently set his bag down, looking me up and down. “I will have my assistant contact you so you can get me that file personally. Once I get to the bottom of this I will call you..” he motioned to the glass signaling for me to pour him a drink.

I did as he asked, going ahead to fill two glasses.

“Of course. I’ll get back to you in a few days.” His phone touched the desk as did his jacket. “I’m surprised.” He simply stated.

Closing our distance I handed him the glass, holding my own with two hands. “I know.” I agreed. “Necesitamos hablar.” I sipped on my champagne, reading his energy from the body language he’s showing.

“About?” He too sipped from his glass, going to remove his tie.

“Let me..” I offered. I set my glass down to complete the task I offered to take off his hands. A mass of nothing but fears from my subconscious lodged my airways, making it difficult to look at him. “Habla sobre nosotros, nuestra familia y el futuro de nuestra relación.” The slow movement and slithering sound of his tie falling across his shoulder made my heart skip a beat.

“So let’s talk then. Where should we start? You breaking up our family or completely blind siding me at dinner that night?” I knew this surprise visit from me would be a battle but I wasn’t expecting fire this quickly.

I draped his tie over the back of the chair, not wanting the fabric to catch wrinkles. “Don’t do that. I don’t want to fight with you tonight. For you and for us but not with you.” I created space between us, giving him room to breathe again.

“Why not? There’s enough issues to go around that we can argue about right? Isn’t that what you were saying five weeks ago when you tore our family apart?” He’s agitating me and he knows it. He’s pressing my buttons on purpose but I sympathize with his anger and hurt.

“Everything. Papi, we can fix this. I want to fix this. I broke us apart and for good reason but I want to make it right. I never wanted to hurt you or our family.” The sun has vanished leaving the sky lit up in the most beautiful orange and yellow blend.

“Mm..that’s the memo I got and if I’m correct you did hurt me. You hurt our bond, our love and our kids.” He calmly explained his point, fully raising my nerves.

Snapping my head in his direction I warned him not to steer us down a path we may not recuperate from. He clapped back at me as if I’m not in this fight with him.

“Ay, basta ahora! No me hables así! I hurt myself too, okay? You’re not the only one who got hurt that night alright? Stop trying to make me feel like crap and help me fix the problem!” Waving my hand for him to cut the nonsense out, I paced the floor waiting for him to react.

“What problem, Camila? Tell me what are these problems you speak of? I never saw any facet of our relationship that was broken and needed to be fixed. Were you imagining things that aren't real? What is it?”

“Our chemistry must have been off, Dre. It didn’t feel like old times. Y me estás llaman loco? That’s not fair of you to say! I meant what I said and how I feel is valid. You cannot deny the way I feel! Those are my feelings and I am entitled to them!” I yelled.

He approached me silently, picking up the shot from the tray. He threw it back, poured another two rounds, encouraging me to take second. “Our chemistry? What about our chemistry? Break it down for me. We have all weekend right? That’s why your bag is partially unpacked and you got a second key to the room? Well let’s get to the bottom of this shall we?”

He doesn’t know this but that was my fifth shot since I checked in. The scent of his cologne sent my desire for lust, love, affection, attention, you name it..into overdrive. I rolled my eyes swiftly as he walked past me into the living room of the suite. I followed him thinking of how to recite my feelings.

“Well..I feel like you’re still holding back. You never opened up about what happened to you while you were away. You’ve changed, baby. I recognized the signs when you came home. I didn’t pester you about my concerns because I had enough to deal with already. But you have changed and I just want you to feel comfortable enough to be open with me about what you went through.” Removing my earrings I placed them on the coffee table. Andre was mute. He drew an invisible figure eight with the champagne flute in his hand. “Coming here was intentional my love but stressing you out wasn’t.” I reminded him. I inched over to the large windows, taking in the views with him.

Throwing back the remaining champagne, Andre set the glass down by his feet. “Yeah I changed. I’m ashamed of a lot of events that have taken place over the course of my life. You know that. Being away is at the very top of that list. You know that too. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to share at all with anyone but God himself. I can’t.” He disagreed.

Cupping the nape of his neck I fingered the smooth hair, getting excited. He hasn’t touched me in weeks and I’m still breastfeeding so my hormones are driving me batshit crazy. I have been forced to stick out this drought between us, calculating how long until I get him back. Allow me to be frank and say that I have ventured down the road of self pleasure but it takes too long. I’m capable of satisfying myself on a small scale but I need him for that soul snatching, big time release.

“I’m not shaming you, papi. I would never do that. Though I strongly urge you to reconsider. God is an excellent choice mi amor pero I-” his hand claimed my throat as he backed me into the glass. The liquor in my bloodstream and on his breath made me want more. “Por favor..” I am prepared to beg, plead or use any other extreme measures I have up my sleeve if this will bring us closer. I cupped his cheek, yet again finding our son in him. Their eyes hold a familiar sense of depth and comfort. “I want to fix this, really. Again I’m sorry love, you must believe me.”

The teaser of his increase in pressure to my neck turned me on. I’m sure that was his intention and I have no objections. He’s never harmed me which is good because I love when he uses force. A little pain feels ten times better when sex and intimacy are around the corner.

“I know.” He huffed. I’m already wet with anticipation. He only added fuel to my fire. He overpowered me, giving off anger and animosity. I’ll take what I can for the time being, wanting what I’ve been deprived of. I can’t decide if I want this first time back into our fold to go by quickly because I’m so hungry or if I want to take my time.

“I want both.” I thought aloud.

Andre ripped through my clothes without any regard for common sense to treat my belongings with respect. “Of?” He uttered quietly.

We disrobed one another not caring that anyone could possibly walk by the room. We’re completely exposed and normally I’d be willing to keep watch for bystanders but tonight I don’t care much. Let them have a show to enjoy.

Tossing the belt he had on somewhere off to the side I rid him of his trousers, dominating the scene. “I want this to last but I’m desperate after five weeks.” I whined. I did not allow him to choose what pace he would rather stick with. “Give me what I want. Answers and attention.” Moving in for the kill I felt the ground lighten up from underneath my feet. I wrapped my legs around his midsection and locked my ankles to keep myself steady. He stumbled still teasing the clasp of my bra.

My body was freed from the confines of my brassiere, leaving me open for the taking. Andre granted my wish. He fucked the soul out of me up against the glass but tenderly and lovingly. We traded off with the power of getting the beauty of both worlds. What feels like angry, make-up sex carried on out to the hot tub that’s acquainted with the room. I gasped for new air, gripping his hip and palming his lower back to force him into me.

I needed a resting place for my head so I sought out the rim of the tub. My brief moment of desiring to speak ceased to exist as he touched two of my favorite spots. My outcry made me tearful and oh so sad. Sex only places a bandaid over our issues but a lovely bandaid it is. We carried on in the hot water and later transported our affairs back inside the room.

The time has come for us to use our words again. Tying my robe closed I lifted my hair up and out. With a heavy heart I studied Andre from several feet away.

“When did you begin to feel the shift?” He asked me, barely looking over his shoulder.

Clearing my throat I swiped my glass from the desk, taking a sip. “Sometime after Jo’s fifth or so doctor appointment. I think..”

Dre’s insincere snicker ruffled my feathers. He took a long drag of the blunt he’s been working for half an hour. Putting it out he sucked in a fresh wave of oxygen only to take his time blowing it back out. “So Ali is the root of your issues with me?”

“Let’s be adults about this. You know damn well that’s not what I’m getting at nor is that what I’m saying. Maybe it was the stress of waiting for all of the test results to come back..” my sentence ran off as did my feet. I walked myself across the room to look out onto the night sky. Finishing off my champagne I built up the courage to explain a selfish mistake I made so long ago. “I still feel guilty for my comment. I didn’t mean it then and I didn’t mean it now. The waiting and re-testing was backing me into such a dark place that I traded in hope for fear. That is no excuse and I have to live with my idiocy at that moment for the rest of my life.” Turning on my heels I zeroed out the space between us. I placed my hands upon his shoulders, molding to his shape wanting to ease the tension in his upper body. “But you were there. You didn’t give up on our son even while I had doubts and bombarded you with my sadness over the matter.”

Inching closer I captured his lips, entangling us to each other for round three. Speaking about our kids brings me back to consciousness. All of the wild sex that we’ve had since Jorden was born has surprisingly not created another child. This troubling and confusing separation has not hindered an inkling of romance. All that’s different is the lack of title.

“We’re supposed..to be talking..” he hummed. I fondled my way into his lap, going head first.

“Not right now we aren’t.” I denied. I’m in the mindset for a specialty cocktail I can’t put a price on. My skin began to heat up from under the robe. It’s my throat, mouth and hands that are the hottest points of me currently. I used my hands, feverishly wanting to bring him all the way up so I could stop and get him angry. His fingers ran through my hair finding the right coordinates to hold my head still. His body shuddered underneath mine as I ramped up my speed so he can feel like he’s in control of the moment. He’s never been allowed to dominate my pace when I’m pleasing him. I was very transparent in the beginning stages of our romantic relationship about why he can’t force me down or hold me still. In exchange we have worked out an arrangement to where he feels like he’s in control but he’s really not.

The overflow of saliva and the tiny bubbles running down over my fingers and wrists turned up my pride. It’s also the sweet melodic manner in which my name and God’s fills the air. I always honor him with his few moments of fame in thinking that I can’t handle his measurements. There are times when I doubt myself. Like the generous man that Andre is, he never comes short with complimenting how charming my tongue is. The hyper speed of his shaft and juevos sliding in and out my mouth brought on the most beautiful feeling. My scalp is tingling from the massage he’s giving me while I’m finishing the one I’m offering him.

His call out to the heavens is making me greedy. I’ll admit to it and I want him to know. Halting, I knelt before him and pushed him down, ultimately mounting him. Our mouths reunited in sync, no exceeding dominance displayed. My back touched down against the plush comforter, he removed my robe, and I used my hands and feet to disrobe him of his pants.

“Cuidarme, yo soy tuyo.” I begged. Our bodies meshed together resembling a fly getting caught in a Venus fly trap. My internal organs accommodated his endowment warmly. I saw darkness as he set himself up with the right momentum. “Ay Dios!” I called on our Heavenly Father several times over in the most disrespectful way. Tightening the grip I have on him I forced eye contact needing to face him head on.

His affirmation of how I’m making him feel calmed my nerves. “Making love to you always feels a step above incredible..” he told me once again.

Blissfully grinning from ear to ear I matched his strides, watching him react just the way I wanted him to. “Mm,” I hummed. “..te sientes mucho mejor.” I moaned heavily. The darkness took over again, shutting down any verbal conversation for the rest of this fight to the top of the mountain.

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Staring at the moon aligned with the stairs I rolled my eyes listening to Andre ramble. He’s been on a hot streak for what seems to be pushing eternity. In reality only a few minutes have lapsed.

“Can you please sit down? Your pacing is unsettling.” I advised him.

“I can’t believe you would even stoop so low to bring Jorden into our problems. I know the testing was hard on you but you can’t place the blame of our downfall on him.”

“I never said Jo was the source of our problems! All I said was that the outcome and the process itself brought me down to a place I had never been before. I have no reason to blame our children for the reason our relationship was severed and I never will. You’re taking my words and running with them trying to make me look like a shit mother and I’m not. I always put our kids first. The reason we’re apart is because of tu y yo! There are no other parties to blame except for us so don’t ever drag anyone into our shit. We made this mess together so we are responsible for cleaning it up!” Standing up to walk around I meddled in my hair only wanting to reflect.

There’s the fight about Gerrard’s initial arrival. That was the first time that Andre accused me of being unfaithful. He hurt me down to the core. I was already battling how to deal with the slander brought to my name and in my place of work. The pain from Gerrard’s doing and the assumption was double what I was expecting.

Exhaling through my nose I picked up my hair, rubbing my scalp. “Dígame, was Gerrard’s first appearance something that stuck around for you? Did you think about that day anytime afterward?” I asked him.

“Sometimes, yeah.” He confessed.

“Why did you do it? I have never understood why you felt the need to question me after our history. I don’t think I’ll ever understand. I’ve never once accused you of anything even at my lowest point so I’m just trying to put the puzzle pieces together here.” As I met his eye I put in a strong effort not to look angry.

Andre’s shoulders fell as he ran his hands over his head. “I just got scared. I had a moment of weakness and took it out on you. I was sorry then for the way I behaved and I’m sorry now. I will forever be sorry.”

“I know. That’s number one. Numbers two, three and so on. Gerrard coming around the second time, the psychos you once called family, Chris… There’s so much heavy shit in your past and in ours as a unit that keeps me up some nights.” Letting my arms fall I crossed them over my chest.

“Are you a-”

Stopping him short I held up my hand swiftly. “I am not angry. I am not sad. I don’t know what I am.”

My shoulders gained weight. I dropped my head to one side feeling my muscles loosen up.

“I have a feeling that I-my mistakes are a part of our downfall. Amongst other things now that I’m diving deep into our past.” He says.

“Que otras cosas? Dígame por favor.”

He claims that all of what I mentioned are the strongest points that broke the very foundation we’ve built. I deny it all. There’s got to be something else that we are missing.

“I owe you my life babe and I know that you hate hearing about my suicide attempt but it’s relevant. That moment in my life will forever be pertinent to many conversations that we share. That memory, despite how painful it is to both of us, plays a key role in why I am the way that I am today. I still don’t see what you see but I do know that I don’t want to lose you.” He resumed the massage on my shoulders, making me feel warm again.

“A little to the right please.” I suggested. He followed orders eliminating all tension in my upper back. “Mira, I don’t take pleasure in giving you the ring back. Deep down I just didn’t feel right wearing such a statement with the way I was feeling. The way that I’m still feeling. I’m not sure how long it will take us to get back to our old ways but I don’t want to lose you either.” I faced him sliding my hands up his chest. “I did not come here to argue and go back and forth. I want to get to the root of the problem hoping that we can find some middle ground and work our way back to normal.” I used him as a place to lay my head.

“Agreed.” He solemnly voiced.

[dianashiori]

How is Sebastián hiding his second life with (Tn)? / ¿Cómo es Sebastián escondiendo su segunda vida con (Tn)?

English Version:

In the first place, he prefers to keep his affairs and personal life private, in the second place Sebastián will not tolerate that his lover is put in a compromising situation, he prefers that both worlds where he lives are separated and so everything is easier, on the one hand it is a perfect butler, but on the other hand he is a loving and passionate lover, third and last, he hates sharing his beloved, he has to tolerate sharing her with his family, friends and the people of the city, as if to have to add another intruder more to the equation.

His beloved knows that Sebastián is a butler, he knows that sometimes Sebastián will not come home for a few days, he knows that sometimes he will only see him for a few hours a day and above all he knows that his lover is a demon.

But she still decided to continue by her lover's side, waiting for him every night sitting on her sofa, reading one of her favorite books, she had an unspeakable secret that she only enjoyed when her lover was away, she went around the house without her underwear , only with his clothes to walk around the house.

Sebastian on the other hand did a search of at least 5 kilometers around his little abode to make sure that nobody was following him and to make sure that nobody had discovered his traps, which were a secret even from his little girlfriend. He passed through various places checking each and every one of the traps, none triggered, luckily, it was then that he walked along the small stone path that led him to the clearing where his house was built.

The demon still remembered how he had proposed to his beloved to live together. The girl's family had been against her relationship with Sebastián, as the girl made the mistake of mentioning that they did not plan to marry because he did not believe in any religion that could offer a wedding between them. What caused an awakening of traditions and religious sentimentality that hammered the peace of both at the time of their "appointments" in the light of day. Taking Sebastián to propose to his beloved to live together as a couple, with the girl immediately accepting.

After that proposal Sebastián was in charge of preparing everything for his little plan, he built a small but comfortable house for both of them. He instructed his beloved not to go out on another path other than the stone path, warning her of the hidden animal traps in the area. He strictly forbade him to bring other people home, assuring him that only in an emergency could he reveal the location of the same.

The demonized butler told him about his master's enemies and that because of that he could not bring anyone home and watch his steps back home when he was not around.

The young woman gladly accepted, because with the passage of time Sebastián proved to be a very affectionate and passionate lover that allowed her to maintain her freedom, something that was denied on many occasions at her parents' house, the girl could dress as her She felt like having her hair down, sleeping late on weekends, hanging out with friends, and reading whatever book she'd like without having to ask permission. In short, there was no one to deny him freedom.

At night Sebastian would come home to his beloved after making sure to clean up the area full of intruders in the mansion. The young woman was waiting for him with the open book and resting on her belly that rose and fell due to her calm breathing, she was so asleep that she did not hear Sebastian announce his arrival.

Seeing her in front of him brought back that feeling of satisfaction and satiety that he had carried within him since he left his small house the previous morning. It was his addiction to that small but beautiful body that made him want to go home. Only the kittens managed to calm that hunger of their beloved a little, which is why he appreciated them more if possible. He took her in his arms and carried her to the bed, where he gently slid her under the covers. He took off part of his clothes until he was in pants and his white shirt. He settled behind his mistress and hugged her from behind to draw her to him and press his nose to her neck where he took a deep breath.

If the other demons knew the reason why he was subjected to a romantic relationship with a human they would laugh, but he did not care, as any drug addict would never give up his vice for the opinion of others. He was so distracted in his little ecstasy that he did not He noticed that his beloved began to turn to steal a kiss on the tip of his nose, puzzling him a bit.

-Do you like the smell of my hair?

-I love.

-You had a lot of work?

-No, just the usual, that and having to count the hours to see you.

-I also missed you a lot.

-Not as much as me.

He proceeded to kiss her and attract more of the young woman's body to his, he loved being able to hug her, because that was when he could hear that hypnotizing beat so close to her body that he managed to make him sigh. Although they had not maintained intimacy yet, there was something that aroused Sebastian's interest because of that low instinct to which he was accustomed, a simple kiss, mouth to mouth, would be enough to ignite his desire and curiosity to know what it would feel like to be inside his most addictive drug.

A simple human completely altered the patience and temperature of the demon that lay hugging and kissing her as if it were the last time.

A rude noise was heard from outside his abode, * clack * was heard again followed by a scream that only the demon heard as if he had him by his side, but that the human in his arms heard in the distance, which was where there was the seized man who had dared to pry into his hiding place.

-I think you should go see who it was.

-I will if when I come back you confess why you are at home without underwear.

-How did you know?

The demon just smiled and slid his hand down his girlfriend's leg and stopped before reaching the start of his lover's hip.

Versión Español:

En primer lugar, prefiere mantener sus asuntos y vida personal en privado, en segundo lugar Sebastián no tolerará que su amante sea puesta en una situación comprometida, prefiere que ambos mundos dónde vive estén separados y así todo sea más fácil, por un lado es un mayordomo perfecto, pero por otro es un amante amoroso y apasionado, en tercer y último lugar, detesta compartir a su amada, tiene que tolerar compartirla con su familia, sus amigos y la gente de la ciudad, como para tener que sumar otro intruso más a la ecuación.

Su amada sabe que Sebastián es un mayordomo, sabe que a veces Sebastián no llegará a casa por unos cuantos días, sabe que a veces solo lo verá por pocas horas al día y sobre todo sabe que su amante es un demonio.

Pero ella aun así decidió seguir al lado de su amado, esperándolo todas las noches sentada en su sofá, leyendo uno de sus libros favoritos, tenía un secreto inconfesable del cual solo disfrutaba cuando su amado no estaba, iba por la casa sin su ropa interior, solo con su ropa de andar por casa.

Sebastián por otro lado hacia una revisión de por lo menos 5 kilómetros alrededor de su pequeña morada para asegurarse de que nadie lo estuviera siguiendo y para asegurarse de que nadie había descubierto sus trampas, las cuales eran un secreto incluso para su pequeña novia. Paso por varios lugares revisando todas y cada una de las trampas, ninguna accionada, por suerte, fue entonces que camino por el sendero pequeño de piedra que lo llevaba hacía el claro donde su casa estaba construida.

El demonio aún recordaba como le había propuesto a su amada vivir juntos. La familia de la chica habían estado en contra de su relación con Sebastián, pues la chica cometió el error de mencionar que no planeaban casarse porque él no era creyente de ninguna religión que pudiera ofrecer una boda entre ambos. Lo que provocó un despertar de tradiciones y sentimentalismo religioso que martillo la paz de ambos a la hora de sus “citas” a la luz del día. Llevando a Sebastián a proponerle a su amada vivir juntos como una pareja, con la chica aceptando inmediatamente.

Después de aquella propuesta Sebastián se encargó de preparar todo para su pequeño plan, construyó una casa pequeña pero cómoda para ambos. Instruyó a su amada para que no saliera por otro caminó que no fuera el camino de piedras, advirtiéndole de las trampas de animales escondidas por la zona. Le prohibió terminantemente traer a otras personas a casa, asegurándole que solo en caso de emergencia podía revelar la ubicación de la misma.

El endemoniado mayordomo le habló acerca de los enemigos de su amo y que debido a eso no podía traer a nadie a casa y vigilar sus pasos de regreso a casa cuando él no estuviera cerca.

La joven acepto con gusto, debido a que con el paso del tiempo Sebastián demostró ser un amante muy cariñoso y apasionado que le permitía mantener su libertad, cosa que en muchas ocasiones le fue negada en casa de sus padres, la chica podía vestir como le apetecía, tener suelto su cabello, dormir hasta tarde en fines de semana, salir con amigas y leer cualquier libro que le gustará sin tener que pedir permiso. En pocas palabras no había nadie que le negara la libertad.

Por la noche Sebastián llegaba a casa con su amada después de asegurarse de limpiar la zona llena de intrusos en la mansión. La joven le esperaba con el libro abierto y descansando en su vientre que subía y bajaba por su tranquila respiración, estaba tan dormida que no escucho a Sebastián anunciar su llegada.

Verla frente a él le devolvió ese sentimiento de satisfacción y saciedad que llevaba dentro de sí desde que se fue de su pequeña casa la madrugada anterior. Era su adicción a ese pequeño, pero hermoso cuerpo, lo que lo tenía con ansias de volver a su hogar. Solo los mininos lograban calmar un poco esa hambre de su amada, razón por la cual los apreciaba más de ser posible. La tomo entre sus brazos y la llevo hasta la cama, donde la deslizo suavemente por debajo de las sabanas. Se quito parte de su ropa hasta quedar en pantalones y su camisa blanca. Se acomodo detras de su ama y la abrazo por la espalda para atraerla hacia él y pegar su nariz a su nuca donde aspiro profundamente.

Si los demás demonios supieran la razón de porque se sometia a una relación romantica con una humana se reirian, pero a él no le importaba, como cualquier drogadicto nunca dejaria su vicio por la opinion ajena.Estaba tan distraido en su pequeño extasis que no se dio cuenta de que su amada comenzo a girarse para robarle un beso en la punta de la nariz, desconcertandolo un poco.

-¿Te gusta el olor de mi cabello?

-Me encanta.

-¿Tuviste mucho trabajo?

-No, solo lo de siempre, eso y tener que contar las horas para verte.

-Yo también te extrañé mucho.

-No tanto como yo.

Procedió a besarla y atraer más el cuerpo de la joven al suyo, amaba poder abrazarla, pues era cuando podía escuchar ese hipnotizante latido tan cerca de su cuerpo que lograba hacerlo suspirar. Aunque no habían mantenido intimidad aún, había algo que despertaba el interés de Sebastián por ese instinto tan bajo al que estaba acostumbrado, un simple beso, boca a boca, sería suficiente para encender su deseo y curiosidad por saber que se sentiría estar dentro de su droga más adictiva.

Una simple humana alteraba por completo la paciencia y temperatura del demonio que yacia abrazándola y besandola como si fuera la última vez.

Un grosero ruido se escuchó desde afuera de su morada, *clack* se escucho otra vez seguido de un grito que solo el demonio escucho como si lo tuviera a su lado, pero que la humana en sus brazos escuchó a lo lejos, que era donde estaba el incautó que se había atrevido a husmear en su escondite.

-Creo que deberías ir a ver quien fue.

-Lo haré si cuando vuelva me confiesas porque andas por casa sin ropa interior.

-¿Como lo supiste?

El demonio solo sonrió y deslizó su mano por la pierna de su novia y se detuvo antes de llegar al inicio de la cadera de su amante.

[laird-brochtuarach]

Sam Heughan, on 'Outlander', healthy life at 40 and the independence of Scotland

This 40-year-old Scot (who would say it!) Is much more than the romantic warrior with Outlander's skirt . It has its own distillery, sounds for James Bond and does not cut when it comes to expressing his political ideas. We met him at an abandoned house in New York ... And, of course, things happened.

Is Sam Heughan (Balmaclellan, Scotland, 1980) the perfect son-in-law? He smiles at Esquire's question, while answering "nooooo". Or maybe yes. "I do not know. I can be what you want, ”he clarifies with a smile after throwing lit matches to the photographer, JUANKR, so that he captures how he plays with the light of the flame. Your PR (public relations, or 'babysitter' of celebrities) asks from the other room in the house if it smells burnt. It is a building that the Army built in 1862 during the American Civil War. Is abandoned. It does not seem that anyone has been killed, but many things must have happened there.

Known for his role as Jamie Fraser in Outlander - the series set between the 18th century and the Second World War that reaches its fifth season at Movistar + -, for now it is clear that Sam is Scottish, Scottish . There is nothing more to visit the website where he markets his whiskey, Sassenach Spirits , to see him with a kilt, boots, turtleneck and leather jacket in an area of ​​the Galloway region. He has asked us to please mention his whiskey, which is drunk as if it were juice in the promotional video. He also wants to review that the biopic of actress Patricia Neal and British writer Roald Dahl has just finished, where she plays Paul Newman, and that March 13 opens in Spain Bloodshot , with Vin Diesel. Also, his name sounds strong for James Bond .

How do you digest the Outlander phenomenon ? Outlander is a long and intense work, but the series is like that. They always keep you very busy. But it's very good because I learn a lot, working on television is a great school. The ideal place to get a good training in this industry.

And how are you doing at this point with Jamie Fraser? I think my character is a good guy, of course. A decent, vulnerable man. Yes, I think he is a fantastic man. I also like it and I have a good time playing bad guys, but I have to say that I get along very well with Fraser. It's been six years together!

You started in the theater world from an early age. At first, I didn't want to be an actor. It is a very difficult world. But then I got hooked. I have done a lot of theater in the UK, in Scotland, and I love it. It is a discipline where you receive from the public an immediate response to your interpretation. It cannot be compared with Outlander or with filming movies. The audiovisual is easier and more fun, although you also learn a lot.

It seems that everything is good for you. Well, I'm competitive, especially in sports and also with myself. I like to see how far I can go and challenge myself. I have an association, My Peak Challenge ('my ultimate challenge'), in which I try to help people. The main idea is to lead a healthy life. We make meal plans, exercise ... Last year I ran two marathons in a month and it was a great challenge. But it's all in the mind, not in the body. It happens the same with this job when you don't get papers. You have to be persistent. I think if you want something and work, you can get it.

Now the big challenge is to save the planet. It's very important. We have to start making changes now, we are late. I love activist Greta Thunberg . We have to follow her.

There are people who think that it is better for celebrities to stay out of politics. Do you agree? I know. When I make a political comment on Twitter or Instagram there are people who tell me to shut up, but I think they are wrong. It is impossible for a human being to have no opinion. Well-known people have the power to spread the message. For example, at the beginning, I was against Scotland becoming independent from the United Kingdom. After documenting myself, I have realized that it is better to separate. After B rexit, I think it is important to continue in the European Union. I think that, for the sake of Europe and the international community, it is better to work together.

I think you like Spain very much. Yes, I like it a lot: Madrid, Barcelona ... The people are very funny and the Spanish food and tapas are delicious. People eat dinner at night and then go out. It's great.

You keep single. How about women? [Raises his eyebrow and laughs]. Well, I haven't divorced yet.

So you do look like the perfect son-in-law. I don't know who I am, who do you want me to be? I like being a good man, although I'm sure that at some point I've pissed off someone. That's the good thing about being an actor, that you can be a lot of people. It's a good job. I want to do many things before I'm late. I turn 40 in April and I want to stay healthy. It is a splendid age to make interesting roles. For actresses, however, not so much, and it seems terrible to me. The thing is changing a bit about it and I'm glad. But also, and I don't want to sound ridiculous, the middle-aged white man has enough problems. For example, we never talk about our feelings. When we are sick, we don't talk about our health either. It would be great if there was a place where everyone could share their concerns. In the end, we all face very similar things.

Well, I'm going to write that you're the perfect son-in-law. Thank you, I am but ... what if I later appear in photographs doing things I shouldn't?

And laughs.

[somethingtowrite]

The Amazing Devil: solsticio musical. The Amazing Devil: musical solstice.

Guiada por la inspiración que TAD me despierta, escribiré sobre cada canción y lo que me genera. Si alguien se atreve a leer este horror de palabras juntas sin mucha coherencia y cohesión, muchas gracias. (Primera parte: Elsa`s song)

Guided by the inspiration that TAD awakens in me, I will write about each song and what make me feel. If anyone dares to read this horros of words without much coherence and cohesion, thank you. (First part: Elsa`s song)

(Gif: tenor.com)

Versión en español:

Introducción:

“The Amazing Devil”, lo que podemos traducir como “El increíble o asombroso diablo, demonio”. Las voces, las canciones, las letras, la energía que transmiten, hacen justicia a su nombre; con ellas, hacen relucir tus demonios internos, y al hacerlo…sientes. Sientes felicidad, euforia, llanto, nostalgia, amor; lo que te imagines.

Sería muy llano definirlos como una banda, son eso “amazings devils”.

¿Cómo llegué al punto de escuchar (y revivir en el proceso), en repetición TAD desde que lo descubrí, hace ocho meses?

Desde hacía ya tiempo, la música que solía escuchar, a excepción de algunas canciones, no me generaba más que realizar un zapping continuo en mi lista de reproducción. Por primera vez en mi vida, estaba aburrida de escuchar música.

Y esas son palabras que nunca pensé pronunciar.

Desde que tuve mi primer casete (sí, soy así de anciana) hasta ahora, escuchar y vibrar con la música era pan de cada día. Cada canción era un mundo diferente, un videoclip nuevo, o un recuerdo disparado en la letra que escuchaba. Jamás pensé aburrirme de ella, jamás.

No quiero decir que los artistas que escuchaba hasta el momento me resultaban vacíos, excepto que era así.

Hasta que encontré TAD.

Como muchos, llegué a ellos a través de la serie original de Netlfix, The Witcher. Los libros y los videojuegos me eran más que familiares, y ansiosa esperaba el resultado de este “live action”.

Jaskier, era uno de los personajes cuyo cast me generaba ansiedad. ¿Quién lo interpretaría?

Entonces, entonando una canción de abortos, monstruos y Posada, apareció Joey Batey.

Así comenzó el proceso de “stalkear” a un actor, necesitaba escuchar más de su voz. Joey me llevó a The Amazing Devil, y el resto, es historia.

Esto no se tratará de realizar un análisis exhaustivo de sus canciones, mucho menos musical (pues poco sé de eso, más de lo que me hace sentir), simplemente, guiada por la inspiración que me despiertan, escribiré. Es una forma de expresión de mi parte, y si alguien lee esto, siéntase libre de comentar sus opiniones y pensamientos.

Sin más, comienzo.

Primera parte: Elsa´s song.

Cuando tuve la necesidad de escribir sobre TAD y sus canciones, la primera gran pregunta fue: ¿Cómo lo organizo y por dónde empiezo? Podría bucear en la interrelación existente entre sus canciones, siguiendo el hilo de las historias, que en su conjunto, cuentan. Sin embargo, no me convencía, por lo que empezaré por la canción que me funcionó de tela de araña: Elsa´s song.

Fue la primer canción que escuché de TAD, y las primeras imágenes que a mi cabeza vinieron, fue un campo destruido, cubierto de niebla, y un sentimiento de tristeza y nostalgia me invadió.

Rápidamente se convirtió en mi favorita.

Lo primero que escuchamos no se trata de nada proveniente de un instrumento conocido, es simplemente viento. Un viento fuerte, cargado, y así, sin más, ya estamos ubicados en un espacio; el primero que se venga a tu mente, un acantilado, un páramo… Y después de unos segundos, los necesarios para que comiences a vivir esta historia, comienza a cantar Joey.

La letra:

Con una voz conmovida y lúgubre, escuchamos: “I can hear the cannons calling, as though across a dream.” Esto, puede traducirse como “Puedo escuchar el llamado de los cañones, como si cruzaran un sueño.”

(Las traducciones, son casi que heréjicas en este caso. Suenan hermosas en inglés.)

¿Recuerdan la ubicación espacial de las que les hablaba? Aquí toma forma en lenguaje verbal. Toda esta primer estrofa cumple esta función, la descriptiva y de localizar. Se menciona el llamado de los cañones, el olor del infierno, el barro, y el silencio de lo que no podemos escuchar, los gritos diciendo “No me olviden.”

Si con esto no sientes ya, como los vellos de los brazos se erizan, aún falta mucho. A continuación se nos narra algo así: (No es una traducción literal, aquí hay también información e interpretación)

Una voz, tú voz, lleva consigo tarareos y alborotos, pintando en lo alto, en el cielo, círculos. Gritarás “No te olvidaré”, pero fingiré no escucharte, tapando mis orejas frías. Lo que dices, no puede ser una mentira, si nadie la escucha.

“No te creo”, la persona que canta, no le cree al otro esta promesa de romper, evitar el olvido. ¿Cómo evitar el olvido, después de todo?

La voz de Joey comienza a tomar fuerza, y débilmente se escucha al fondo a Madeleine, como si fuese un fantasma o un recuerdo.

¿Por qué el protagonista no cree esta promesa de “no te olvidaré”?

Porque más allá de que me desees un buen día, sé que no pertenezco a ese tipo de días. Porque, aunque me hayas dicho te amo, mientras sostenías mi mano, sé que te equivocas. El amor no existe aquí. En este jardín no hay sentimientos. Además, repites tanto estas palabras, que apenas puedo reconocer su significado. Entonces, cuando todas las flores se pudran, y los cañones disparen, te gritaré, pero no me escucharás. “No me olvides”

Mi parte favorita. Aquí, o aguanto la respiración, o derramo alguna lágrima, pero no soy indiferente a la letra. Es conmovedor, y real.

¿Cuántas veces decimos “te amo” en el día? ¿Cuántas de esas veces las decimos por inercia y cuántas con real significado? Por esto, el olvido es fácil, cuando ya todo se daña, pedir al otro que no nos olvide, es inútil.

A esta hermosa parte, la acompaña un tambor, lento y pesado al fondo, en conjunto con las voces de Joey y Madeleine, que suben y bajan, dando fuerza y tristeza a las palabras.

¿En toda esta letra el protagonista acaso se está hablando así mismo? ¿Se dirige a su yo del futuro?

Así, llegamos a la última estrofa, que nos cuenta: En los años futuros, vendrás a deambular a nuestro sitio en la colina. Llorarás a nuestro cielo pintado “La amaba entonces, la amo aún”. Dejarás unas flores en el sitio donde me pudro. De entre todas las flores que elegiste, sabría que olvidarías. Olvidarme, no.

Esta última parte, siempre me genera dudas, especialmente al final “Of all the flowers you picked, I knew you´d forget. Forget me nots.” Siento que hay algo, un significado que no entiendo, pero aún así logra conmoverme: ¿qué has olvidado que me hace sentir tan triste?

Finalizando:

“Elsa´s song”, es una canción que se encuentra entre la vida y la muerte, entre el olvido y el recuerdo, entre las promesas y las mentiras: en el lugar en medio de todas ellas, está esta historia. Un amor ya fantasmal, un sitio embarrado, el silencio y los tambores, y los recuerdos.

Así describo a Elsa´s song, la primera canción que The Amazing Devil introdujo en mi cabeza.

Si hay alguien leyendo por ahí, muchas gracias.

English version:

Introduction: (keep in mind, that English it´s not my first language. Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes.)

“The Amazing Devil”:  it´s simple unfair to call them a “band”.

Using their voices, their poetry and energy, they make justice of the name choose.

At the same time you listen their art, they pull out your demons, and in the process, they make you… feel. You feel happiness, euphoria, nostalgia, love. You´ll cry, dance, laugh and scream.

You just cannot call them “a band”, they are amanzings devils.

How did I get to the point of listening in repeat TAD (and revive with it), since I discovered it, eight months ago?

Months before the discovery of TAD, the music I used to listen, with the exception of a few songs, only made me do an endless zapping through my reproduction list. For the first time in my life, I was bored of music.

And that are words I never thought to say.

Since I got my first cassette (yes, I am that old), until now, listening and vibe with music was the bread and butter. Each song was a different world, a new video clip, or memories trigged by the lyrics. I would never think I will bore of it, never.

I don´t want to say that the artist I listen then were meaningless, except that that they were.

Until I find TAD.                                                                                    

As many of you, I get to them thanks for the adaptation of The Witicher, by Netflix. Both, the books and videogames were more than familiar to me, and anxious I was waiting the result of this “live action”.

Jaskier was one of the characters which cast I was expecting the most. Who would play it?

Then, singing a song about abortion, monsters and a place called Posada, Joey Batey came in, with it, the stalker process begun. I needed to hear more of his voice. Joey leaded me to The Amazing Devil, and the rest, it is history.

This will not be an extensive analysis of their song, nor less the musical part of it (I know little of it).I will write just simply by the inspiration that TAD awakens in me. It is a form of expression, and if anyone reads this, be free to share opinions and thoughts.

Without anything left to say, shall we begin?

First part: Elsa´s song.

When I had the necessity of write about TAD and what inspires in me, the first big question was: How I will organise it and what song I should begin with? I could dive in the existing relation between the songs and the story they tell together. However I was not convinced, so I will start with the song that captured me first: Elsa´s song.

It was the first song I listen of TAD, and the first pictures that came up to my mind were a destroyed field, cover in fog, and a feeling of sadness and nostalgia invaded me.

Quickly it became my favourite.

The first thing that we hear , it´s not music itself, but wind, a strong one. So TAD places us somewhere windy, whatever it is. After a few seconds, Joey starts to sing.

The lyrics:

With a moved and gloomy voice, we hear: “I can hear the cannons calling, as though across a dream.”

Remember the space location that I talked early? Here it`s take form in verbal language. This entire first strophe has this role, describe and locate.  It is mentioned the cannons calling, the smell of hell, a muddied lot, and the silence of what we cannot hear, the scream saying “Forget me not”.

A beautiful start, that cause shivers in my heart, and we are only in the beginning.

Joey´s voice get stronger; meanwhile Madeleine joins weakly, as she is a ghost or a memory.

And then, we hear the second strophe:

“Your voice it carries over

The hubbub and the hum

And it paints the sky and circles high

Like the beating of a drum

You will scream  “I won`t forget you”

But I`ll cover my cold ears

It cannot be a lie

If no-one hears.”

“I don`t believe you”, it`s what protagonist think. I don`t believe that promise of avoid the forgetfulness. How to avoid it, after all? Why the protagonist don`t believe this promise of not forget?

Because:

“Cos although you say good day to me

I know I don`t belong

And although you hold my hand and say

“I love you”, you are wrong.

Because love does not exist here

In this garden there`s no feeling

And you say this words so often

That I barely know the meaning

And when all the flowers are rotten

And all the cannons shot

I`ll scream, but you won`t hear.

“Forget me not.”

My favourite part. Here, I hold my breath o spare a few tears, but I am not indifferent with the story. It is shocking, and real.

How many times we say “I love you” in the day (or other care expressions)? How often we say this words by inertia and how many with real meaning? For this exacts reason, forget it easy. When everything is damaged, asks somebody to not forget, it is useless.

In this part, we hear a slow and heavy drum at the back of Madeleine and Joey`s voices, which go up and down, giving the lyrics strength and sadness.

It is possible that the protagonist it`s talking to him/herself? Is he/she addressing to the future version of him/herself?

Finally, we get to the end of the song, where it says:

“And in years to come you’ll wander To the place up on our hill And then you’ll cry to our painted sky ‘I loved her then, I love her still’. And you’ll strew some sage and lilies, And roses where I rot Of all the flowers you picked, I knew you would forget Forget-me-nots.”

This last part, it is strange to me. I feel like I am missing something in that three last verses. However, it still touches me. What is that thing that you forgot, that makes me feel so sad?

Arriving to the conclusion:

Elsa`s song, it is between life and death, oblivion and remembrance, between lies and promises: in the centre of all this, we found this story. A ghostly love, a muddied lot, the silence, the drum and the memories.

That`s how I describe Elsa`s song, the first lyrics that TAD put inside my head.

If there is someone out there, reading this, thank you.

[dachi-chan25]

I finished my tbr but I didn't liked a lot of the books, I am so disappointed, I read 2 extra graphic novels to at least get something I did like so yeah.

1-Cinco Horas Con Mario - Miguel Delibes

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Se que es un clásico de la literatura española pero es que la mujer es insufrible de verdad que es una basura de personaje totalmente despreciable y prejuiciosa el concepto del libro me atrajo muchísimo pero de verdad que yo no puedo con el monólogo interno de esta mujer.

2.- The Young Elites - Marie Lu

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I think I know what they were going for with Adelina, Marie Lu was going for an anti hero or a fallen hero but Adelina lacked so much depth for that to be the case, sadly the worldbuilding wasn't great either, again the premise seemed intriguing to me but I didn't like the characters or the plot and seeing as this is very character driven I couldn't enjoy it nor am I inclined to read the next books.

3.- A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole

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I was so disappointed, I became intrested in this after reading about the author and how this book came to be published. But I am sorry to say I just couldn't connect with any of the characters or the humor so yeah it wasn't an enjoyable read for me at all.

4.-Athena's Champion - David Hair/Cath Mayo

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It was ok, I felt pretty luckwarm toward this, which is surprising as I loved the Moontide Quartet by David Hair, and this "prequel" to the Illiad certainly sounded like something I would enjoy but it felt so juvenile and again the characters annoyed me a lot, idk maybe I wasn't in the right mood for it.

5.-Four Dead queens - Astrid Scholtte

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The worldbuilding made no sense to me. It was predictable and the villian was a caricature, the romance was bland and the relationship I did care about came to nothing because the title itself spoils the queens die, like I just don't get how a system that doesn't work for anyone literally even the rulers disliked the Queenly Law is still going on.

6.-Kingsbane (Empirium #2)- Claire Legrand

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Whyyyyyy??? I really liked the first book, and unpopular opinion but I liked both queens, but this book was so wierd, Rielle felt like a whole new character like I was curious as to how she came to be the Blood Queen and it was such a disappointment I hoped for more, and Elena didn't fare much better, I just - I will not continue the series I just didn't like this book at all and i don't see how it will recover from the point it left us.

7.-The Kingdom of Cooper (Daevad Trilogy #2) - S.A Chakraborty

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Finally some good food!!!! So by this point I pretty much thought I was brain dead and didn't like reading anymore but this book returned my faith. Why hadn't I read this??? Nahri goes through so much in this book and I really love how much Ali and she complement each other, how idelistic and caring they both are, like I really want them together not only romantically (I mean I know they in laws but let's be honest Muntadhir would rather be married to Nahri's brother, soooo we can work it out) Dara fucked up but I did feel for him, like I don't support what he is doing but the politics of it were complicated, and well Daevad is a mess rn so yeah I am dying to see what happens next.

8.-Candide - Voltaire

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It was pretty funny and there is a lot of satire going on, I always appreciate that.

9.- La Senda del mexica - Joaquin Guerrero Casasola

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Me encanto el concepto, una novela negra ubicada en Tenochtitlan es algo que de verdad me intrigaba, sobre todo porque utilizan el concepto de detective viejo que ya duda de sus habilidades, Opochtli no es un personaje que me agradara en particular pero lo disfrute como protagonista y la historia aunque bastante sencilla fue muy original y descriptiva, realmente me pude imaginar todos los sabores y colores que describía Opochtli y eso lo aprecio mucho.

10.- King Lear - William Shakespeare

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This is a re-read for me, this play is one of my favorites and I enjoy a lot to read it every now and then.

11.- Bury what we cannot take - Kristen Chen

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This book is about a family that seeks to flee China during the Mao regimen to go to Hong Kong where the father lives with his mistress, the mother is unable to get permission for all of them leaves San San her young daughter then faces horrors as she tries to catch up with her family as her brother who was very loyal to the party tries to go back. I thought it was a great read really moving, but the end felt too open for me I wanted more I wanted to go deeper and Stronger w some themes so it left me dissatisfied.

12.- The Priory of the orange tree - Samantha Shannon

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I loved it!!!! The mythology surrounding the dragons and wyrms was great, the different realms w their different systems. The religion, in Virtudom especially where the ruler is believed to be a descendant from the Saint (and that plot twist), the characters and how well developed they were. Sabran and Ead! !!!! Like I was hoping they would be the saphicc romance everyone raved about cuz I loved their interactions, like I lost hope for a second there but then I was so happy when it came to happen, as a matter of fact the only reason why I didn't give this 5 stars is cuz I would have loved to have a prologue 10 years in the future to see them fulfill their promise.

13.- Verify - Joelle Charbonneau

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It might be good to introduce dystopic to a young audience, like this takes from many classic dystopias that gives a nice fundation if you never read one before, but as someone who enjoys dystopias a lot for me this was pretty boring and unoriginal, I know it was supposed to be a retelling of Fahrenheith 451 but I didn't see ir that way, like we could argue Paper is deemed as illegal and stuff but tbh it wasn't great, the main character was very unappealing to me, so not reading the next one.

14.-Prosper's demon - K.J Parker

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I really loved this one!!! Very short but succeeds in establishing the world and the characters, it was so good, full of morally grey characters, the ending left me shook like it really made me believe one thing and then boom!!!

15.-The Book of Lost Saints - José Daniel Older

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So this book is about a spirit taking possesion of her nephew's dreams so he will investigate what happened to her, how she died as she doesn't even remember her name, her memories are super vague. We unravel the story of a Cuban family in the middle of the revolution and institution of the communist régimen, how many people were prosecuted for fighting against Castro, among them Isabel and her sister Marisol. We get another amazing plot twist (for real it made me cry) intergenerational trauma and the search of identity as an immigrant pretty great stuff.

16.- Snow Glass Apples - Neil Gaiman

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I loved it!!!! Dark retellings are some of my favorite things, and I have always liked Vampire!Snow White, this is just so creepy and good.

17. - Laura Dean Keeps breaking up with me - Mariko Tamaki

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Lots of queer representation and drama!!!! For real I just wanted to hug Freddie and tell her Laura wasn't shit. So we get the Importance of friendship and a good support system how a relationship can be toxic even if there is love (codependence isn't fun kids) and lots of relevant topics.

Gosh i really wish next month goes better, I will do another unhaul.

[lovemesomerafael]

EL AMOR TODO LO PUEDE Chapter 19:  On The First Day...

Photo Source:  @rafaelbarbasvu            Heads up:  @Thomas1340

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Sonny Carisi stared at the vending machine in disbelief.  The bag of potato chips was poised impossibly on the edge of its seal, one corner on the shelf and the other on the corkscrew that was supposed to have knocked it down into the tray where he could take it out.  The expression on his face was so funny that Laura bit her tongue to keep from laughing.  

“You have got to be kidding me. ��Look at that. That defies the laws of physics. Maybe I can rock it free.”  He moved his hands into different positions, trying to figure out how to grab the huge machine in a way that would allow him to rock it.  Realizing the futility of jarring the potato chips loose, he gave up.

That did it.  The laugh she was trying to suppress burst forth.

He gave her a look. “Yeah, thanks a lot.  That what passes for support in Chicago?”  

He turned and walked back into the squad room, disgusted.

Still laughing, Laura dug change from her pocket and bought a bag of the same chips.  As expected, the second bag knocked the first free, and both fell into the tray.  She went back into the squad room and plunked the chips down on Sonny’s desk without a word.

He gave her a brilliant smile and thanked her.  “We’ll make a New Yorker out of you yet,” he said.  

Good grief, she thought for the ten thousandth time since they’d met a few days before.  That is one tasty man.  She flicked a look at Amanda Rollins.

Laura really liked both Carisi and Rollins.  In fact, she liked the whole squad.  

 Her first week on the job, Rollins invited everyone over for dinner – which she noticed Carisi cooked – so they would have the opportunity to get to know one another.  

Laura politely declined a glass of wine and, figuring she might as well get it out from the beginning, explained that she was in recovery.  She knew instantly from Amanda’s reaction that she’d found one of her tribe.  The discovery led to the instant bond that addicts in recovery share.  Whereas she’d been somewhat intimidated by Amanda’s experience and beauty, Laura suddenly felt like Amanda had the potential to become a close friend.

“We’ll have to catch a meeting together,” Amanda said.

“That would be great. I’d love to know which ones to avoid.”

“Absolutely.  Why should you repeat my mistakes?”

“I made quite enough mistakes before I started A.A.” Laura grimaced.

Amanda clinked her glass with Laura’s.  “Ah, yes. I recognize that guilt.”

“I was raised Catholic,” Laura told her.  “I got guilt on lock.”

Laura saw the entire room turn to look at Carisi.

“Hey, I’m raised Catholic, too,” he announced.

“Peace be with you,” she said, smiling widely as she held her hand out.

“And with your spirit,” he responded with mock seriousness.  

As much as she loved her team in Chicago, she thought she might find herself liking this group just as well.  Amanda’s daughter Jessie sealed the deal by being unable to pronounce Laura’s name. Olivia’s son Noah instantly adopted Jessie’s pronunciation and Laura became “Aunt Lala”.  Somehow, that sweet nickname made her feel like she was being welcomed into a family.  This group seemed to genuinely like and care for one another and to be willing to let her in.  That night, for the first time since leaving Chicago, Laura didn’t feel homesick.  

She was also re-thinking her first impression of Lieutenant Benson.  Laura had learned quite a bit about Olivia Benson just during the short time she’d been at SVU.  She thought that, if she’d been through and seen what her Lieutenant had, she would probably be a crusader, too.

 The day after the dinner, Fin took the lead on questioning a suspect he and Parker had brought in after DNA implicated him in a rape.  Fin wanted Laura to observe and learn how SVU did things, rather than participate, so she stood against a wall of the box while he questioned the suspect. Lieutenant Benson stood watching from the other side of the one-way glass.  

“So what are we looking at?”  

She turned to see A.D.A. Barba had stepped up beside her and was looking into the interrogation room. “That’s the suspect in the Mazie Anderson case.  He’s been in there about an hour.  Still maintains his innocence.”

“What’s wrong with his face?”

“Fin and Parker had a little trouble arresting him.  Which reminds me, you haven’t met my new detective yet.  I’ll introduce you.  Suspect’s not going anywhere.”

Benson knocked on the window and Fin and Laura stepped out.  Rafael noticed the suspect kept his eyes warily on Parker as they left the room. Her shoulder-length hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and she wore a cashmere sweater over slacks.  It was pretty much the standard uniform for SVU’s female detectives, but Rafael noted that they weren’t the standard quality.  They looked expensive.  

“Laura Parker, let me introduce you to Assistant District Attorney Rafael Barba.  He prosecutes a lot of our cases.  You’ll be working together quite a bit.”

Laura and Rafael shook hands and made the usual polite introductory noises.  She was surprised, but tried not to show it.  Nobody had told her about that hair and those eyes.  And that voice.  So that’s A.D.A. Barba.  

Without spending an extra second on pleasantries, Barba turned to Fin.  “I understand you had some trouble with the arrest?”

Fin shrugged. “Dude’s innocent.  Haven’t you heard?”

“Detective, I don’t have to tell you, it always looks bad when a suspect is injured during an arrest.”

Fin, hands in the pockets of his black jeans, casually indicated Laura with an elbow.  “Wasn’t me. Talk to the Vanilla Killa over there.”

Barba turned his eyes on Laura.

She was calm, but earnest.  “It was legit.  He was mad to begin with that we came to where he works, and then when I went to arrest him, he swung on me.”

“You don’t have a mark on you.”

“I ducked.”

Rafael blinked.  Then he blinked again.

“That’s your story?  He tried to hit you, but you ducked?”

“I had time to order a latte before that punch would’ve landed.  The big ones are always slow.”

Rafael had absolutely no idea what to make of that. “Then why is he injured?”

“He went after me.  He wasn’t coming in voluntarily.”

Rafael looked back to Fin.

“For real,” Fin assured him.  “I was there. About ten witnesses saw it, too.  Girl’s got moves.”

Rafael looked at Laura.  “Huh.  Well, Detective, for future reference, it makes my job harder when you beat up the suspects.”

“Sorry,” Laura muttered vaguely.  

In that instant, she learned what the deer feels like when it gets hit with the headlights.  What did he just do?  What was that look?  Was that his pissed look?  Sweet merciful heaven, I want to piss that man off for the rest of my life.  I am actually wet because of the way he just looked at me.  Note to self:  Quit hanging out with Peter and get laid.

Fin and Parker returned to their interrogation.

Rafael, somewhat at a loss, turned to Olivia.  “Did I just have to tell a woman smaller than my abuelita not to beat up the suspects?” 

“The unit she comes from has… a different way of doing things.  Don’t worry.  It’s not going to be a problem.”

 Late that evening, Rafael strode into the squad room.  His day had started lousy and plummeted from there.  Now it was after eight o’clock and he was nowhere near done with his workday.  He wasn’t sure whether Benson could get him what he was there to ask for, but he had to try.  Without more, their case was dead in the water and a monster who killed a kid could go free.  He was in a mood.

He noticed halfway across the room that there were no lights on in Olivia’s office.  

“¡Joder!”[1] he hissed to himself.  Why had he expected anything different today?  

He thought he could hear a faint snicker.  Turning, he saw the new detective, just rising from her desk.  Her look was entirely serious, but he had the sense that she was biting back a smile.  

“Can I help you?” She asked.

“I’m looking for Lieutenant Benson.”

“She’s out in the field. Not expected back for some time, I’m afraid.  Maybe I can help you.”

“I doubt that.”  

He didn’t have time to wait, and he was absolutely in no mood to humor Liv’s new detective, even if she did have nice taste in clothes.  He turned on his heel and, without another word to her, strode angrily back the way he had come, muttering to himself.  “Un bebé policía. Perfecto. Es todo lo que necesito.”[2]

“Podría ser. Supongo que nunca lo sabrás.”[3]  

Rafael took a few more steps and muttered a few more words before it hit him.  He stopped and turned back to her.

“Excuse me?”

“Realmente no deberías murmurar sobre alguien hasta que sepas si ella habla español. Incluso si ella es una gringa.”[4]  She shrugged. “Just sayin’.”

Rafael sighed loud and long.   He took a few steps toward her.  

“I’m actually slightly less of a bastard than I appear right this minute.”

She gave him a friendly smile, letting him off the hook.  “That seems to be the general opinion around here.  I’ll ask Lieutenant Benson to call you as soon as I hear from her.”

“Thank you.”

For an awkward moment, they stood stiffly facing one another.  

“By the way,” he said, “Your accent is horrific and your syntax is… weird.”    

That should probably have hurt her feelings, and it might have, except that he gave her that look again.  That smug, disapproving look from under his eyebrows that hit her somewhere south of the waist.   Was he trying to smoulder?  

All she could think to do was laugh.  As soon as he turned the corner, she was going to crawl under her desk in embarrassment for having such a childish reaction.  But for now, she just had to brazen it out.

Rafael scowled as he walked out of the squad room.  What the hell had made him say something so gratuitously harsh?  No wonder she laughed at him.  Dios mio,[5] she has a great laugh.  

He could feel very uncomfortable internal alarms going off.  Alarms he hadn’t felt in a long time.  One thing he knew.  He and she were not going to be spending much time together.

 [1] Fuck!

[2] A baby cop.  Perfect.  That’s all I need.

[3] Could be.  Guess you’ll never know.

[4] You really shouldn’t mutter about someone until you know if she speaks Spanish.  Even if she is a gringa.

[5] My God