#please someone get me out of Venezuela

[kitsunebishake]

I have realised I can do this

rant wsrning lololol

doctor season is nearing again for me and my lab work is $80 🫠 I'm gonna fucking die (+ the endo consult is $50)

that may seem cheap but I'm currently a freelancer without a constant income, and my mom's monthly income is like $20, that's x10 of minimum wage here

first round is on Thursday and I'm already dreading it

also, since I'm so old, I'm soon not gonna be covered by my parents' insurance... I need to find a job that will want someone who's about to start studying orz

[cheriladycl01]

Kinktober 09/10/2024 Carlos Sainz - Spanking and Punishment

Plot: Carlos doesn’t take lightly to how you talk to the ‘boys’ of the paddock

Warnings: Kinktober SMUT, spanking, punishment, kinda mean! Carlos, dirty talk, name calling, etc 18+ Minors DNI

Carlos loved taking you to the races, it was a way to prove that he was taken and taken by someone like you.

You, a hot spicy model that when you walked through the paddock had all the boys drooling and stopping their work. Your face card was lethal and somehow made an appearance on every weekend you attended.

You’d be in the Ferrari garage talking to Alexandra about fashion and upcoming thing you had to do after the race weekend and how you tried to keep your work local to Carlos and on he weekdays so weekends, race weekends were left free for him.

It was very hot in Singapore so you’re outfit whilst still respectful, wasn’t exactly on the modest side, the minute you entered the paddock wolf whistles were heard from every angle. You beamed smiles at the photographers who you passed and shared greetings with people who came up to you as you made your way through the garage.

“Y/N! Hi!” A voice calls after you, you head whipping round too meet the gleam of Lando Norris.

“Hey!” You beam back, pulling him into a hug and kissing either one of his cheeks.

“How have you been we missed you in Baku” he smiles acknowledging how you weren’t in fact at the last race.

“Yeah been good. It was a shame I had a shoot in LA, but I’m here nod think I’ll be good for Texas too! Can’t believe this is the last year I’ll be in the Ferrari paddock though, Red’s literally my colour” you complain to Lando.

“Mmmmm yeah? I think you’d look pretty good in Papaya … you know if you ever wanted to come over to us” he flirts and you shake your head, he was always like this with you ever since you first joined Carlos in the McLaren paddock. It started as a way just to rile Carlos up before media duties and races and then it was just fun seeing your reaction.

“Oh yeah? Need me an LN4 cap?” He tease and his cheeks redden slightly not expecting you to retaliate so quickly.

“Yes, for sure” he grins but a cough and arm circling round your waist interrupts.

“Lando… please leave my girlfriend alone” Carlos grins but you can sense the jealousy whereas Lando laughs it off, not thinking he was being serious. You’re about to leave to get to the hospitality suite when Carlos arms tightens around you and he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“You’re getting it when we finish up here” he grits out before releasing you, placing a soft kiss on ou forehead and sending you off with a light tap on your bum while he continues to talk to Lando.

You walk around then Ferrari garage before you find yourself talking to a group of mechanics, Carlos no where to be seen but all their stories were so interesting you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to find more about your boyfriends team.

“What’s this?” Carlos asks interrupting one of the mechanics stories about his trip to Venezuela and where he’d just hopped on a random bus and ended up in the middle of nowhere.

“I’m in the middle of a story about, Mattheo’s trip to Venezuela” you smile, a glint of mischief in your eyes as you sip on the drink one of the group had fetched for you.

After an exhaustingly long day, you went back to the hotel with Carlos. You could tell he was a little antsy from the day, when you tried to take a hold his his hand he scrunched it away to focus on the road making you sigh out.

Once in the hotel room Carlos is immediately pulling you to the edge of the bed.

“You’ve been a bad girl, talking to all those … boys when you have a real man right here” he grunts out looking over at you. He was pretty upset with just how much talking you’d done today. And to him, your bright smile and sparkly eyes was you flirting but little did he no that was just your natural aura and charm working.

That’s actually how you got HIM hooked in the first place.

“I haven’t i only have eyes for you I promise” you smile softly at him, but your bent over his legs ass up in the air. He hitches the satin dress you wore for r to see in the paddock today, to reveal your lacy red thing just to him.

“My pretty pretty baby you know what’s about to happen right? You need to be punished for today!” He says in a calm voice making you moan the more pressure he put on your back to press into him.

“Yes Carlos” you breath out.

“You’re going to count every single one until I’m done okay. And if you don’t say the number well start again okay?” He explains and you nod, very used to this with Carlos. It’s something you’d both established pretty early on in the relationship as something you both get enjoyment out of.

His hand comes down for the first slap, the sound echoing around the room as your feel the sting and jiggle of your behind.

“1” you breath out for the first time. It was a lighter one, but that’s how Carlos stated, he always built himself up.

His hand come down again, harder this time but still just enough so it was a pleasurable sting that had you moaning into the open air before you could say the next number.

“2” you moan as his hand lightly rubs over the swelling red mark on your bum.

You get through all the way to number 8 when he’d started to get a little tougher, not always rubbing away the pain after and it coming more consecutively.

His hand does a little love tap next that has you not say anything as you didn’t think it counts making him sigh.

“Start from the beginning baby” he sighs in what only sounds like disappointment.

And so you did, starting from one again and it was torture. This time you’d managed to get through to 15. Tears were streaming down your eyes in a good way, a frustrating mix of pain and pleasure that wasn’t quiet enough to send you over the edge but still felt good.

He pulled you up to straddle him where he easily slipped himself out of his jogging bottoms. He pulls your thing to the side of your ass holding it there as he slips himself in with a sigh. You always felt so good wrapped around him.

“You can’t cum until I say okay?” He adds and you nod, you help him by bouncing up and down, your hands finding the bottom of his t-shirt to pull up and over his head. The Ferrari team shirt it chucked to the floor while your hands roam his now bare back your nails lightly scratching along his shoulder blades as you try keep yourself as physically close to him as possible.

He keeps you on the edge, slowing his own thrusts down and holding your hips drilling you against him to prolong your feelings. He releases inside, the feeling of warmth filling up and your so close yourself until Carlos stops and pulls straight out of you.

“You don’t get to, not tonight … not after today” he smirks as he looks at your list blown eyes and tears filling them at the realisation he’s just denied you your orgasm. You groan in frustration as you climb off him and jump into the bed face down.

“Come on amor, it’s not that bad” he says kissing the top of your head before walking into the bathroom to clean himself up.

“Hopefully this has taught you a valuable lesson Cariño no?” He laughs seeing your annoyed expression at him.

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[melbee-artist]

From a person living in Venezuela right now...

I haven't used tumblr for venting since I was around 16 years old and needed the distraction from everything going on and the rumble in my stomach.

Yeah, things got better, but they also got worse, so many people left, and started sending in money from overseas, that we had more resources available, but still, managed to learn to live in fear, to work around every single dehumanizing thing that happened and kept living.

Us youngsters, learned to ignore, to numb ourselves to the news, to not see the horrid things happening, to pretend we didn't care that minimum wage is 3.6 usd and just keep looking for ways to help our family up. Why? They were starving, patronizing and straight up killing us. Bullet to the brain of kids.

I, myself, remember a time when I was deep in depression and ptsd I got from being exploited at a job I was no longer working at, and not having a dime as a family for christmas dinner; you see, when almost every day is outrageously unbearable, days like Christmas or your birthday are things you can convince yourself to remain alive for. Then, all of a sudden I made a connection on Twitter and someone commissioned me, and thanks to that, we had a Christmas dinner that year.

To live like that for ELEVEN, ELEVEN YEARS, is devastating, it drains everything out of you, not having human rights, and not being allowed to raise your voice.

So if you see venezuelans asking for exposure, please help.

If you see venezuelans asking for donations, if it is within your capability, please help, if not, please share.

I, myself, have open commissions, my workplace is closed due to the civil war and I'm currently paid by the hour (so, not getting paid rn), so it's appreciated.

Thank you so much if you read my vent, but even more if you help venezuelans out spreading information.

[cameronspecial]

I was recently rewatching OBX S3 and realized we never saw Rafe’s reaction to Ward dying. So my request for you is to write a Rafe x reader where the reader was there when Ward died and had to tell him. They already had a sort of close relationship. Childhood friends/friend’s brother type idk. Anyway, thanks <3

Dead Dad Club

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Dead Dads

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

Masterlist

Y/N couldn’t believe it happened. She never thought that when her best friend, the Pogues and she went to South America, she would watch her best friend and ex-boyfriend’s father die to protect them. However, that’s how she finds herself in front of Tannyhill, which now, belongs to Rafe because of the un-fake version of Ward’s death. She should be the one to tell him; she has to be the one to tell him. Because after everything he has done, she is the only one (other than Wheezie, who even though she loves him, favours Sarah) who holds any love for him. She knows he beat up Shrieff Peterkin and hurt Sarah, but she can still see the Rafe she used to love and she knows he still loves her. He made it clear when he did everything to protect her during her and the Pogues' escape from the cargo ship. 

Her knock sounds hollow as her heartbeat blasts in her ear. She sees his figure through the glass door. She’ll never get used to his shaved head. His mouth puckers at the sight of her and he shifts to the side to see behind her. “When did you get back? Is my dad with you?” She grimaces, “That’s what I came here to talk to you about. Let’s  go to the living room.” He nods, holding her by the fingertips as he leads her to the couch. They sit and turn to face each other. Their knees graze. She bites her lower lip to keep her tears in. He needs her to be strong right now. “Pumpkin, where is my dad?” She lets out a breath and the words spill out of her. “Your dad died in Venezuela. He ran towards a man trying to shoot Sarah and fell off a cliff.” Rafe freezes and his face whitens. The room grows quiet. “No,” he whispers. “No. No. No.” His voice begins to rise and he stands up to pass around the room. He whips toward her with a finger pointed at her and tears streaming down his face. “YOU ARE LYING. HE ISN’T DEAD. WHY ARE YOU LYING?” The sight of him breaks the dam holding back her own tears.

She cries, “I’m not, Baby, I’m not. I’m so sorry, but I saw his body with my own eyes. He goes through the first two stages of grief and goes right into bargaining. “If I had been there, I could’ve saved him. I should’ve taken him. I should’ve been there. God, please, I’ll do anything for this to be a lie.” He breaks down right before her and she rushes as he collapses into her arms. She drops to the floor with him, resting his head on her chest. “I know. I’m sorry, Baby. I wish I could say that I am lying,” she whispers to him, kissing his temple. His breathing begins to even out as he starts to remember the last time they talked before he dropped his dad off at the private jet. He wouldn’t leave the cross for her and he pointed a gun at her friends. 

“Why are you here? Why are you the one telling me this?” he questions. He looks up at her and she smooths down the hair at his nape. She kisses his forehead, “You were there for me when my dad died, so it’s my turn to be there for you. Plus, you deserve to have someone who loves you around right now.” He shows his gratitude by dropping his head into her chest and kissing the spot between her collarbones. For the rest of the afternoon, they helped each other grieve.

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[girls-are-weird]

YR fanfic pet peeves (and corrections): latin america edition

so. i was originally going to post this in january as a kind of "new year, new opportunity to learn about simon's hispanic heritage" kind of a thing, but life got busy, and then my computer died and i lost my original list, so i've had to reconstruct this from memory as best as i could. there may be some stuff missing, so perhaps i'll just keep adding to this post as missing/new points come to mind.

disclaimer 1: if you've included any of the points made here on any fanfic of yours, please don't take this as a call-out. this isn't intended to shame anyone, but rather as an educational opportunity. it's very rare that a latin american nationality that is not mexican or colombian or puerto rican is showcased in an international show, especially outside of the US, and it's given me such joy to have all of you lovely folks make the effort to be open to and research and understand the idiosyncrasies of simon's (and omar's) heritage because the rest of latin america tends to go overlooked in most other fandoms. so i don't intend to scold anyone with this. we can't all know everything about every other culture-- lord knows i don't know everything about sweden, but i want to be respectful to the country and its people and that is why i heavily research anything i don't know and ask people who do know when my research doesn't quite cover it and am open to corrections when even that falls short. i expect most of you come to write about simon's family background in good faith and also want to be respectful to his family's culture, and so i thought i might make things a bit easier for you all by putting the most common errors/misunderstandings i've seen in one handy post. but once again, it's not a call-out, i don't get offended by these things, and i'm in no way implying, if you've done any of these things in fic or in life, that you are a bad person. i understand people make mistakes when they don't know things.

disclaimer 2: i am not venezuelan myself. i was born and raised in the same general region of latin america, though, and i have venezuelan friends and have worked with venezuelan people and have visited venezuela. generally speaking, i feel their culture is very similar to mine (though our spanish is much closer to spanglish than theirs is, haha xD) and feel a deep kinship with them. but of course, i'm no native, and if you're venezuelan and catch anything here that you feel is incorrect, feel free to point it out and i'll add a correction in your name.

warning: this is very long. christ almighty. DX if you can't make it to the end, tl;dr-- feel free to ask if you have any questions or if anything isn't clear. my ask box/messages are always open.

1- "mijo." this is the only one that legit has caused me to click out of several fics/chapters, at least in the beginning, but i've learned to grin and bear it by now. it's not so much that it's wrong, per se, but rather it's more of a location issue. "mijo" is, to my ears, very much a mexican (or, if you stretch it, northern triangle) slang. it IS used sparingly in other countries, but rarely used unironically. instead, if you hear the term used in the caribbean region of latin america (which my country is part of, as is a large part of venezuela), it's almost always used… let's say sarcastically. for example, if your grown-ass adult friend is being a dumbass and doing something reckless, you might call out "oiga, mijo, se va a romper el cuello" ("hey, mijo, you're going to break your neck"). basically, it's a way of calling someone immature like a child. it doesn't have to be ENTIRELY unaffectionate (kinda like the way someone might call their significant other "idiot" or "dummy" but mean it endearingly. in fact, in colombia it's way more common for spouses to call each other "mijo/a" than it is for them to call their children that), but you can also use it with complete strangers-- like if someone cuts sharply into your lane while you're driving, you might yell at them "oiga, mijo, a donde le enseñaron a manejar, en un potrero?!" ("hey, mijo, where did you learn how to drive, in a horse paddock?!"). but even in these sarcastic/neggy cases, it's rare. and EVEN RARER to hear a mother call her children "mijo" or "mija" in this region. it's just not a thing. so when i read it in fanfic, it immediately takes me out of the story because it's so weird to me that linda would sound mexican-- it's a very distinctive accent, which carmen gloria 1000000% does not have. (plus, "mijo" in spanish is a type of birdseed. so it gave me a chuckle the first few times i read it in a fic because i always have that brief second of confusion where i go "why is linda calling simon birdseed?" before it clicks. xD i'm a dork.) it's much more likely that linda would just say "hijo" or "mi hijo," instead.

1b- the way you decide on whether to use "hijo" or "mi hijo" is important because "mi hijo" can sound overly formal in the modern context especially, much like it would in english. in fact, you can use the english version of it, "son" vs "my son" to guide you on which of the two to use. like for example, if linda were to say directly to simon "i love you, my son," she would sound oddly old-timey and anachronistic, so you would just use "son" ("hijo") in that case. whereas if she's talking about simon with someone else, for example saying "i told my son to be here on time," you'd be perfectly okay to use "mi hijo" in that sentence in spanish. it's very transferable in that case.

2- speaking of non-transferable, though, you can't use "cariño" in all instances you would use "sweetheart" or "sweetie." it really depends on the grammatical construction, and it can be tricky to get it right, but it depends on whether you're using it as a direct address or as an object. for example, if you're using it in place of someone's name-- say, a mother telling her child "te quiero, cariño" ("i love you, sweetheart/sweetie") is perfectly fine, because in that case, she could also say "te quiero, hijo" ("i love you, son") or "te quiero, simon" ("i love you, simon"). but if, say, simon says to wille "you're my sweetheart," you would not use "cariño" there; you'd go instead with some syrupy way to say "boyfriend," like "eres mi novio" or "eres mi enamorado" or even "eres mi amor," and if sara tells felice "you're a sweetheart," that would also not involve "cariño" at all. in addition, "cariño" is also very rarely used in plural; if linda is using a term of endearment for both her kids, or for a group of teens her kids' age, she would use a different term of endearment altogether: "hola, mis amores" ("hi, my loves"), "hola, bebés" ("hi, babies") or "hola, mis tesoros" ("hi, my treasures") among some examples. one exception is when you say "cariños míos" ("my sweethearts"), but very rarely the plural by itself. in fact, "cariño" is often slang for gift or present, especially in the diminutive-- for example, if you go to someone's celebratory party for some occassion (birthdays, graduations, baby showers, heck even christmas), you might hand them a small gift and go "te traje un cariñito" ("i brought you a small present"), and if it's more than one gift, or you're bringing gifts for several people, then you'd say "unos cariños" or "unos cariñitos" in the plural.

3- simon's skin is tan, not tanned. this… doesn't personally bug me as much because it's more of an english grammar issue, but i know people who might actually feel very offended if you get this one wrong with respect to them. "tan" is a color; a light shade of brown. "tanned" implies the original color of your skin has darkened with the sun. now, i'm sure simon can tan (lucky goat, says she whose skin burns even while indoors), but about 95% of the time "tanned" is used in YR fanfiction, it's used as a descriptor of the color of simon's skin as we see it on the show. that would imply his skin used to be lighter at some indeterminate before-time and has been darkened by the sun. this is incorrect; that is the natural color of simon's skin. so stick to "tan skin" instead (not tan PERSON, mind you. his SKIN is tan, he is not). and i would gently suggest that if you take away any single thing from this post, make it ESPECIALLY this point, as someone more sensitive than me might interpret this error as some kind of retroactive whitewashing. and i don't want anyone here to get in trouble for simply not knowing.

4- pabellón criollo is one dish, yes, but it's four different FOODS. it's not something a newbie would be able to make off of a recipe (i don't know how to make it and i've been eating it all my life), and it's not something that's likely to be taught in just one day. also, if you're bringing it to a dinner or a potluck, you're bringing four separate food containers, not just one.

4b- also, venezuelan food, for the most part, is not particularly spicy. you CAN make it spicy if you want, but traditionally, it is not. it's flavorful, maybe even saucy depending on the dish, but rarely spicy. i know the joke of white people being unable to handle spice is funny, but there's also plenty of us hispanic people who are equally terrible at it, because there's different levels of spice in the food from different regions of latin america. besides, as a friend of mine perfectly put: we are living in the 21st century now. if you can eat mild mexican food, you should be able to handle traditional venezuelan food just fine. and i'm pretty sure there's mexican food in sweden. plus, wille would probably be more used to international food-- not only does he have the means, but having traditional meals in foreign countries is kind of part of the job.

5- while i'm at it: simon is definitely half venezuelan. this is canon as of S2. there is no other place in the world where that dish is called pabellón. please keep that in mind when you're writing and researching.

5b- this, along with several of the points above, is important because it's a bit of diaspora trauma that whenever we venture outside of latin america and people learn we're latino, they immediately assume we're mexican, or that our culture and traditions are the same as those of mexican people. it happens often, and it's incredibly annoying. not that there's anything wrong with mexico or mexican people-- they're lovely, and their traditions and culture and food are fantastic-- but we are not them, and treating us like we are is reductive. the rest of latin america can be very different and incredibly diverse, and it can be dispiriting when people treat us like we're all the same. so that is why it is important when writing about simon, his family or his venezuelan roots, that you take care to actually research things as they are in venezuela, and not just pick the low-hanging fruit of latino facts you might've learned through pop cultural osmosis, which eight times out of ten will be mexican-only because most hispanic people in the US are mexican and the US exports its media all over the world. i've learned to just roll my eyes at it by now, but some people might actually feel offended or hurt, and i'm sure nobody here intends for that to happen.

6- although simon speaks spanish, neither he nor sara nor his mother nor any aspect of his mother's culture is spanish. "spanish" is what people from spain call themselves. people from spanish-speaking latin american countries are not spanish; we are hispanic, or latino/a/e. "latinx" is… let's call it controversial, at least outside of the US. most people born and raised in latin america don't like it; i personally don't get offended if people use it, but i don't use the term myself. also, you can say "latin food" or "latin music," but we usually don't refer to PEOPLE as latin, but rather latino/a/e. if in doubt, just use latin american or hispanic. they're also conveniently gender neutral.

EDIT: @andthatisnotfake also brought up a very important point: "if you spell it latinx, it makes it harder for screen readers to read (or so I've been told) and some people depend on those, so there's another reason to avoid it." (the unpronounceability of that term is at least part of the reason why hispanic people who live in latin america don't like it.)

6b- never use "the latino/a" on its own to refer to people. "latino/a/e" is an adjective, not a noun, so you would say "the latino boy" or "the latino man" but never just "the latino." kinda like it would be weird to point out the one japanese man in a room as "the japanese." there are some nationality/ethnic terms that just don't work as nouns in english.

7- spanish is not simon's one native language-- or at least not any more than swedish is. he grew up in a mixed-race household, speaking two different languages. it's pointless to call spanish his native language when comparing it to swedish. both are his native languages. also, while we're at this, wille is probably at least bilingual (i'm assuming he can speak at least english), although he only has one native language. it's hardly a competition between the two boys as to who's more of a polyglot.

7b- simon wouldn't take classes on the spanish language-- like to learn how to SPEAK the language-- since spanish is one of his native languages. he wouldn't take them at hillerska, nor in university, nor elsewhere. he wouldn't be allowed. you're literally not allowed to take classes on your native language, nor get credit for said classes. trust me, those would've been an easy extra 24 credits for me in college if that was a thing.

EDIT: have been made aware (thanks, @rightsogetthis and @plantbasedfish!) that at least in sweden and in finland one IS allowed to take classes of your non-swedish/finnish native language, in certain circumstances. i have to say, i'd be pissed if i were taking my french classes alongside a french native speaker, but hey, the system's the system, i guess. ;) so i've struck this one out.

8- dear god please don't use google translate for your spanish translations. listen, i'm not judging-- i do it with other languages, too, when i'm in a pinch. but google translate is literally The Worst (tm) so i always try to either check with someone, or stick to the stuff i already know is correct. seriously, you don't want to know the kinds of crazy stuff GT can spit out that people actually put out in the real world; some of them are quite hilarious. if you're unsure, my ask box/messages are always open and i looooove helping people with this kind of thing, hispanic language and cultural stuff. i know it seems like i'm hardly around, but i do check my messages. don't be shy, even if it's something really small.

PS: while i'm talking pet peeves, malin is wille's bodyguard, not his butler. she's nice enough to attend to him at hillerska because there's no other palace staff around and she's literally stationed outside his door, but she wouldn't do that in the actual palace. there's other staff for that. she wouldn't even guard him at the palace, i don't think, because the royal palaces in sweden are guarded by the royal guard, not SÄPO. if anything, malin might spend the time while wille is in the palace grounds at a gatehouse (like in YR 2x03 and onwards) or at some kind of security office in the palace, and then get called whenever wille needs to go anywhere. she wouldn't be giving wille messages from the queen or walking guests to wille's room or anything like that. that's not her job. (sorry, i had to get that off my chest, lol.)

[r0entgen]

Writing to you in English so it reaches more audience.

As a venezuelan still in Venezuela, I appreciate a lot what you're trying to do in this space of the internet. If I could I would. I would post the facts, the statistics, the studies, the books, the evidence of how our country is. I'd even talk about my own experiences. But I can't. I am deeply scared of the government. Half my family is still in the country and I can't talk freely out of fear. I've had friends almost being kidnapped by the military, but fortunately were let free. I've had friends being called to their own personal phone numbers by the government as a threat to stop posting memes and general posts anti government in their public Facebook accounts. I've had people I know tell me in fear in hushed tones how in their recent travel from Oriente to Occidente the bus they were in was researched by military and all the people in the bus had to give their phones unlocked so the military could search up anything, anything anti government, or else they couldn't continue traveling.

I am a venezuelan history enthusiast. The people that claim that our country is going through something planned by foreign governments is laughable. They ignore our history, they silence our voices, they speak over us and impose what we can or not think or believe. And it's sick. How little disregard there is to our own rich history.

Guess what , gringos? The government was deemed since the 80s to fall into an economic crisis!

These are people that weren't even born during the Caracazo (as I am, as are all the people in my life whose lives and futures were ruined), they don't even know what El Viernes Negro was and how it was an omen of how much we were screwing up ourselves. They don't even care to know, they are actively erasing our history. Former president Gallegos well said: el petróleo nos trajo una lluvia de riqueza, si bien fue un chubasco pasajero.

We were one of the first modern world countries to give FREE & EQUAL EDUCATION during Guzman Blanco back in the 1880s and it has remained that way even during the far right dictatorships of Gómez and MPJ. And now? Our public universities, once the best ones in the continent, don't even have professors nor students because most of the venezuelan youth has to decide between either studying and not eating or eating but not studying or neither eating nor studying because they had to flee.

I can't speak my mind, just having Twitter downloaded on my phone can be enough of a reason to be detained.

All the pro government people don't know, and I wish they'd never know what it is like to live this misery.

Thank you, thank you for speaking up, for doing what a lot of us would like to do- write our own history.

Be safe.

I appreciate you reaching out. Also replying in English for continuity.

Trust me when I say - I get you. I get you so much it is almost painful. As a Venezuelan also living in Venezuela, I am a little too familiar with the fear.

But we've had enough of the regime rewriting Venezuelan history, and enough of people comprándoles la labia. Someone who hasn't had to live a day in our shoes will not speak louder. Someone who has actively participated in erasing our history will not speak louder. Someone who can't even locate Venezuela on a map will not speak louder. We will speak up and we will not stop. Ya no tenemos miedo.

Please stay safe and feel free to reach out again if you need someone to talk to. Entre nosotros nos apoyamos.

Te mando un abrazo fuerte. Vamos a estar bien.

[deyisacherry]

🍒 Get to know me!! (PLEASE, read EVERYTHING)

➝ Basic info:

Hi there! I'm Dey! You can call me Dey, Cherry, or Deys!! I'm 21 years old (I'll edit this every year).

✧I'm a cis-girl, and my pronouns are She/Her. Don't mind to be refered as They/Them tho!

✧I'm from Venezuela - Latin America! Wich means my native language is Spanish, so please, be comprehensive if I make any grammatical mistakes when writing in english!!

✧I'm an artist and writer, most likely for fanarts and fanfiction. I still make original content sometimes, but it's something I'd rather keep for myself!

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My commissions are open for emergency!! Please check here for information!

✧My content can vary, as I tend to switch fandoms after I've spent enough time in one and I get a new hyperfixation, lol.

✧At the moment, my accounts will be especially about FNAF Security Breach, more specifically about Sun and Moon! (If I'm still here in the future, I'll edit this if my hyperfixation has changed, but I won't delete my content about them at any time).

➝ Boundaries:

✧Q&A: You can ask me whatever you like at any time, I'll try to answer! I'm ok with questions about my Sun, Moon and Y/N lore, my selfinsert, my au's, or sending pictures, funny or cute drawings, or just nice messages.

(Avoid: NSFW, personal, problematic or controversial topics, venting, or any hate messages. I will NOT answer if it is any of these things)

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(YOU CANNOT REPOST MY DRAWINGS OR WRITINGS).

➝ Content:

Things to clarify about the content that I upload, or reblog!

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Check out my drabbles!

✧I'm a selfshipper! Wich means, yes, I have my own selfinsert to ship with Sun and Moon. (I am NOT a toxic person in this regardless, I adore all those who also love Sun and Moon like me, and living together is a pleasure for me). I know the difference between reality and fiction, so I will never take Selfshipp with them too seriously!

→ PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING CAREFULLY. ←

✧I also ship Sun and Moon. NOT AS BROTHERS.

My way of seeing them is not like a sibling relationship, nor ""blood"", nor in a fraternal way. That means, that my content can be about them being in love, or being together in a platonic way, but I will never put them as brothers, be it in my own interpretation of the lore or in some au that I do. In my lore, Sun and Moon manage to have separate bodies, and were always two different AI's programmed into the same endo, never family related, and NOT THE SAME "PERSON".

Yes, it means that in my lore or my au's, Sun, Moon and Y/N would be in a Polyamorous relationship.

Either way, I am fully capable of respecting and accepting that in the lore and au's of other artists or writers in the DCA fandom, they are both brothers. Therefore, in these cases I will NOT ship them and I will maintain my interpretation of the relationship between Sun, Moon and Y/N, only as attraction of them towards Y/N and vice versa, and not among the three of them.

In case other artists have Y/N au's as a child/baby, I will NEVER ship them with Sun and Moon, and will see it merely as a family or friendship relationship! I have my own idea of ​​au where my selfinsert is a little girl, and she's ONLY friends with Sun and Moon, so I know what I like to ship and when to ship or not.

➝ Bonus:

✧ I no longer watch TSAMS/LAES/MASM as much as I used to, but I still make content of things that I like for it. My content however is NOT only about these shows, I will tag anything I make as TSAMS/LAES/MASM if it belongs to it

[thecursivej]

SOTU - 2024

Well, I'm forcing myself to watch the State of the Union while I grade speeches, so I figured I'd record my reactions and thoughts here.

Do I hope for the words "Immediate Ceasefire"? Absolutely. Will we get them? Looking at the track record, probably not. But I remain optimistic because otherwise I'd be six feet under by now; ANYWHO here is a list of my reactions/thoughts/general feelings of the evening's watch.

I do want to give a point of clarity: I technically am identified as a democrat; truly, I'm a socialist, but seeing as how the U.S. is stuck in this godforsaken two-party-system, that is where I am. Though both sides have me feeling very french-revolutionary-esque.

Of course the first thing I see if MTG rifling through her purse on screen. I quite literally despise her.

AP is discussing Ukraine's need for weapons and funding; I would truly rather us align with Ukraine than Isr@el. I will stand unapologetically firm for Palestine and Ukraine.

Who is actually in the cabinet? I know Blinken, Garland, and Buttiegeg. Damn, wish he was running again. Would rather have him than Biden.

How insane is it that the Sec. of Defense didn't even let the White House know that he had to go in for surgery because of cancer. Like, that's just bonkers to me.

Republicans truly look like fucking robots right now. No warm greetings, no hellos, simple nods.

Republicans out here wasting fucking time with that impeachment of Mayorkas. Like how about we house the homeless populations with the money they wasted on this circus.

Oh funky fresh look at the Ultra-Mormon(TM) Mitt Romney.

MTG with that stupid fucking MAGA hat on is just... disgusting. Like this bitch is crazy.

Okay Joe, speed it up down the fucking aisle please. I got papers to grade.

Lowkey Joe looks like he might have had a five-hour energy drink with that big-ole look in his eyes.

I do appreciate that Joe still smiles and is kind to MTG. She truly doesn't deserve it.

Okay this is getting just a wee bit too monarchy for me.

MTG holds up a button saying "Laken Riley..." (couldn't read the rest). Riley was a 14 year old girl murdered by a man who was an illegal immigrant of venezuela, and instead of handling this situation with grace, empathy, and love; MTG and others seem to be capitalizing on her death to push their anti-immigration rhetoric.

Okay, cool selfie skills Joe, but let's get on with it.

ALSO HOW IS JOE BIDEN GONNA BE SO IN DEPTH WITH TECH AND "Savvy" WITH IT WHEN MOTHERFUCKER WANTS TO BAN TIKTOK!? Hello?!

BERNIE AND RAPHAEL! I feel like I haven't seen these guys in 10 million years.

Oh thank god we're starting.

Aww the little hand shake thingy he does with Kamala makes my heart happy.

Did Joe just yell "tony"?!

Wow, even got some republicans clapping for him (probs not a good thing but here we are)

Okay, good bit of humor at the top; and a throwback to the 40s. Funky fresh.

Yeah we ain't living in ordinary times for damn sure.

Interesting point of democracy being attacked here in the U.S. AND Internationally. (Mentions Ukraine and Putin; no word on Gaza yet).

Someone busted out a Ukrainian flag and shook it; rock on.

OH SHIT HE GOT MIKE JOHNSON TO CLAP!

Appreciate the insistance that the U.S. won't send troops to UKR.

Good use of Reagan to connect with the Repubs; and compare to the predecessor (aka Tr*mp).

Mike Johnson nodding instead of clapping about the predecessor comment, trying to save his ass in Orange Man's eyes.

Welcome to NATO, Sweden!

If there is one thing that should connect Democrats and Republicans; it's hatred for Putin. Yet there's a mix of Repubs standing in agreement and sitting to back up the predecessor's comment on Putin doing "whatever the hell he wants"

Talking about Jan 6. What breaks my heart? My parents still believe it wasn't an insurrection. Yikes on Bikes for me.

The line "You can't love your country only when you win" hits hard and even got Mike Johnson to applaud in agreement.

Foreign AND Domestic. Need a hefty focus on that with the right-wing republican group (@ MTG, Gaetz, Cruz, etc.)

Discussing IVF in Alabama; good connection to the overturning of Rowe v. Wade. It sucks that Republicans HAVE THE POWER to protect IVF nationally but shot the damn bill down not even a week ago.

ABORTION IS A HUMAN RIGHT. BODILY AUTONOMY IS A HUMAN. FUCKING. RIGHT. (@ The Missouri Senators who support taking away bodily autonomy).

WOMEN AREN'T WITHOUT ELECTORAL AND POLITICAL POWER; WE ABOUT TO TURN UP IN FORCE MOTHERFUCKERS!!! Bring back the strats from the 1900s; time to use our power and go bonkers.

Someone get Joe a glass of water please. Motherfucker looks a bit parched and keeps coughing. I get that when my throat goes dryyy

Can Biden not restore RvW? Can he not by an executive order make RvW the law of the land already?

Revisiting COVID's start from 2020 (Next week is the four year anniversary since the global pandemic).

PFFT idk who just yelled "LIES" but that was comical AF.

Well, the pandemic still controls a big part of our lives... so...don't agree with that shit.

Man, everyone sitting-and-standing must be getting a HELLA calf work out.

Sure, unemployment is down and new jobs are built; but corporate greed is quite literally killing us. Can Congress or Biden do something, damn it?!

Are we beginning to feel it, though? Are we feeling good economics? I doubt we are.

Good job pointing out how both parties have failed to buy american products, but how this admin has established that.

There's a good two rows of Republicans who stand in applause; but the rest just... sit there. Like robots. It's freaky as fuck.

Joe is actually doing pretty great with the flow of this speech. Only a couple of stumbles, but overall pretty gucci. (He'd get a 9/10 on delivery in my public speaking class).

God these fuckers are really gonna make me run for office at this damn point.

Removing poisonous lead pipes... but there's still a water crisis in Flint, Biden. Like, what the fuckeroni do you mean?

Yes, let's invest in family farms; lets stop selling our farmland (especially in Missouri) to foreign countries (@ China buying up TONS of Missouri Farmland).

I love that the UAW president is here, because he straight up is my kind of people. Dude wears eat-the-rich shirts and calls out the unethical-ness of billionaires.

UAW President pointing to Biden saying "It's you!"; nah dawg, it's you Sean.

MIDDLE CLASS DID BUILD THE COUNTRY AND UNIONS BUILT THE MIDDLE CLASS MOTHER FUCKERS!!!

Yes we get back up but right now...we might be getting more french revolutionary-esque if y'all don't stop PLAYING WITH OUR LIVES.

Oh jesus not the 4-more-years chants.

Oh now we talking about the future

YES PLEASE END TRICKLE DOWN ECONOMIES.

Says he's not anti-corp; but points out how trickle down economics has only helped the wealthy.

Yeah, how the fuck does it hurt the wealthy to pay just a weeee bit more in taxes? Like dawg, what are you gonna do with another million? What's the point?

Ooooh is Biden about to rope the repubs into some bipartisan shit? Please do.

What is Republicans huge issue with capping insulin? Truly? Who does it harm? Billionaires still get billions.

[gobiin-z]

CHAPTER 4 IS DONE BABY WOOOOOOHOOOOOO

Hope you enjoy!

“Chase”

June 30th - 15:07

Downtown Caracas, Venezuela

Captain David “Hesh” Walker

“What just went past?”

Hesh didn’t move. His eyes were glued to the alleyway. What was that? A large dog, maybe? No, this…thing, was walking - running, rather - on 2 legs. A person then. But who? They didn’t look like a local, from the little that Hesh had seen. They wore something equivalent to a black uniform, not really something you’d wear if you lived in the North of South America.

Merrick, having noticed the odd behaviour, decided to speak up.

“Hesh-“

“You’re in charge.”

Merrick received a quick, unfocused pat on the shoulder before Hesh walked off, quickly increasing to a jog as he pursued the man he had seen.

Exasperated, Merrick let out a sigh. “Not again…” he thought. He watched, partly in disbelief and partly in frustration, as Hesh disappeared into the alleyway, before turning to the rest of the soldiers, gesturing to the man behind him with his thumb, and muttering:

“Listen to everything he says. He’s in charge for the moment.”

With a “Yes sir!” From the other soldiers, Merrick ran after Hesh.

Eventually, Merrick caught up, watching cautiously as Hesh stood and surveyed the forest he now found himself at the edge of.

“Jesus Hesh, I can run, but not like I used to, the fuck was all that about-“

“Someone’s here Merrick. …Someone’s watching us.”

“…what.”

“I saw someone run past whilst we were listening to that man. Didn’t look like a local.”

“Well they probably were a local, no one else is here-“

“And how do you know that? You said we were here to protect, that’s what I’m trying to do.” Hesh interrupted.

Defeated, Merrick dropped his shoulders. Why did Hesh have to be so stubborn?

“Fine, fine, if that’s what you think.”

They stood, watching the forest for something. Anything, really. But nothing was there. At least, not until they turned their backs, albeit Hesh doing so hesitantly.

They felt the wind rush behind them and turned back around, watching as a man clad in black ran past. Without thinking, Hesh ran after the mysterious man.

Through trees and bushes they ran, chasing after each other like a game of cat and mouse. The pursue went on for what felt like a while, Hesh repeatedly closing the distance between him and the man before they spread out again. Closing in on the man for what felt like the gazillionth time, Hesh pounced on the man, pushing him to the floor. The man kept moving, desperate to escape Hesh’s iron-like grip. Almost subconsciously, Hesh grabbed the man and slammed his head into the floor, knocking him unconscious.

He took a moment to regain his breath from the chase and searched the man’s clothes for any weapons. He didn’t find any, which was…odd, to say the least, but he found something else instead.

A folded-up piece of paper, shoved haphazardly into the man’s pocket. Hesh grabbed the paper and opened it. The paper was crumpled and torn at the edges, pencil smudges and incoherent writing sprawled across the page. The thing that caught is eye, however, was a symbol in the corner. It was small, and it was clear that it been rubbed t more than once but the symbol is still readable nonetheless. And it told Hesh what he needed to know.

They were back.

He stood up, grabbed the man and trudged back to Merrick.

After a while, Hesh finally saw Merrick in the distance. Merrick stood with his arms crossed, looking less than pleased with Hesh.

“Do you just…chase everything that runs? Something you’re not telling me?” Merrick says, half accusingly and half frustratedly.

“They’re back.” Hesh pushed the piece of paper into Merrick’s hand and walked past, still dragging the unconscious man along with him.

Merrick very briefly looked at the paper, before looking ack at Hesh and the man.

Hesh, wait, what about the guy!-“ Merrick ran after Hesh, hoping to get some kind of explanation about the unconscious body.

Not as long as the other chapters, but the next few might be longer for,,,,plot purposes

Basically a lot of Hesh being sad

[take-care-with-your-glasses]

I find really serious the amount of xenophobic posts people is creating against Venezuela just because of a stupid tiktoker/youtuber that I don't even know if it comes from our country at all.

It really hurts. I know we aren't perfect, we have issues, we might not fit in other countries politic views, but you guys don't have any idea how all this hurts our economy, our public image. Isn't like everyone here is a thief, terrorist, bla bla. We are honest and decent people that is trying to fight the opression the US is applying to us in order to get our resources.

It hurts a lot being called out for a thing someone did and not me. Like now I must shut up about the country I'm coming from in order to not be mocked or called names.

Venezuela is a beautiful country, with hard working people that sadly is going through a lot. Please respect us like we do respect you when you come to our country.

[ahedderick]

Good morning-glory

Oy. One of the weird annoyances of dealing with someone with dementia is how they'll latch on to one tiny detail of an interaction and get obsessed with it. Yesterday evening I was using my daughter's laptop and searching the missingmoney website to see if I could track down any lost accounts of my late father's. I searched for his (thankfully) uncommon last name and got about 5 pages of hits. Scrolling through that, I found one item for my brother and several for a cousin I'm not in touch with. I took a screenshot of that page, with my cousin's name and the website name clearly visible. I pulled up K's email and sent the screenshot to my own email to serve as a reminder to get in touch with my uncle.

This morning I got right on that with no delay (yay, me!) and sent Uncle* a note with the link to the website, directions (very simple) for how to search for Cousin, and the screenshot of the information I found about Cousin's possible missing $. I had a shiver of foreboding. It was as simple as I could make it, but.

A few minutes ago the phone rang. Uncle had gotten my email, tried to read it on his phone, got confused by the image being tiny (um, because it's on your, ph.one, Uncle) and needed me to walk him through it. And for some reason, the One Thing he was all focused on was the fact that K's email had been used to send the screenshot to me before I had forwarded it to him. If you are saying - that does not matter! At all! You would be right. But THAT and THAT aLONE was his big concern.

We may or may not have gotten him straight on what he needs to send to my cousin. Did not ever locate any info on my father, although I'm naggingly certain there must be something out there. Likely in Venezuela or Switzerland. Oh, well.

Please enjoy my volunteer stair-climbing morning glories. With a side order of Baxter Beans.

Uncle, btw, was a professional photographer and media specialist at a college, a very tech-oriented guy. Back in the day.

[iminthetunnels]

a victim COMPLEX isn’t about whether you’re a victim or a survivor. it’s about your mental framing when engaging with the world, and you reek of stagnating self-pity.

i can’t “virtue signal” on anon, no one knows who i am (because we’re in the same circles and everyone else is too pitying to stop indulging you) so there’s no signal to gain value from issuing. i know you dropped out in middle school but c’mon

and please enlighten everyone about these “private manners” hundreds of thousands of people are all individually pursuing to get help escaping a country with one accessible border at a steep cost. tell us what you’d do :) or is it just that you imagine there must be options?

being poor in the US is not the universal poverty experience, they can’t fucking call the local churches and ask about the food bank hours or slip behind the salvation army at night to steal clothing donations lmao

it’s okay to admit you’re too self-involved to know anything about the rest of the world, but it’s unfathomably selfish to say “ongoing genocide survivors are insensitive for asking me for help, don’t they know my parents didn’t love me? i have it harder”

this is so dumb, just block me. who cares this hard. dropped out in middle school? circle? ma’am this is tumblr dot com. no one cares.

there’s a war in venezuela. no open borders. no one can leave. constant war. constant ppl dying. i dont see anyone from there mass sending bot and scam messages to get funds from ppl on tumblrrrr. just… realize there’s so much going on in so many diff areas. you act like we are so privileged bc we can go to a church and get gmo canned corn like hello. also, yes, there’s ppl privately asking for help, real genuine ppl, from all over the world, struggling and communicating instead of mass copy messaging ppl. just bc someone disagrees with u and has a brain to see sketchy situations, doesn’t mean you get to insult and attack another person. it just shows ur ass.

[michivzla90]

Help, I need to leave Venezuela, they want to kidnap me for thinking differently.

Hello, my name is Michel, I was born in Venezuela, but I have lived in Peru alone for 6 years. On July 1 I decided to go to Venezuela to visit my parents and vote on July 28 against the government. Everything was fine until I tried to catch the flight to Lima on August 6, they withheld my passport and left me in a room for hours, then for no reason they took me with 3 other people, and I discovered that they were taking us prisoner, for inciting hatred . And without saying a word they began to verbally abuse us and forced us to undress and put on someone else's thin clothes (it had the smell of someone else's sweat). I feared for my life, my mind was clouded thinking what will happen to my life and my parents when they find out that I am trapped with the regime. Luckily 4 days had passed and we were not physically harmed, until a gnb told us our names and how much it was worth to get out of there. They were asking us for 3,000 dollars to release us. But I only had $1,600 saved, I had to ask my family for the difference. My family went into debt to obtain that credit. After 1 week, they just let us go. Warning us to be good people and not to be against the government again. Thank God my parents took me in, they don't know the pain and fear this caused me. I was crying for 1 week. Because there were young people being mistreated for no reason. It is here that I ask the Reddit community for your help, to see if they can help me buy my trip back to Peru. Since I am bankrupt and I owe $1,200 (which I have to help my parents pay) and my phone was stolen, my mother had to give me her phone so I could communicate with them, since for safety reasons I had to go to another state for the security that they don't catch me again. I couldn't make up the flight, and I also have to go by land since they canceled my passport and in Bogotá I catch the flight. I need approximately $550. Whoever helps me, please leave me your information privately so I can return the help. I leave a Cryptocurrency account for my safety and yours.

USDT RED TRON TRC20 *TJzU9ifine4kQfyD5c28jsQTbAbShtNfZL*

I will be extremely grateful for the help in this very difficult time. Long live Venezuela Free

[makarigreycortes]

They were raised in Spain 🇪🇸 specifically but these are all the different Spanish speaking countries they are from

Penny: Colombia🇨🇴

Phil: Nicaragua🇳🇮

Sebastian: Guatemala🇬🇹

Bob: Puerto Rico🇵🇷

Peter: Dominican Republic🇩🇴

Natalie: Venezuela🇻🇪

Pedro: Costa Rica🇨🇷

Susie: Argentina🇦🇷

JJ: Cuba🇨🇺

Their 1st Language is obviously Spanish but they took English as a second language there are a total of 6 brothers and 3 sisters and here's the spirit animal of theirs

Penny:🐸

Phil:🦎

Sebastian:🦊

Bob:🐰

Peter:🐱

Natalie:🐵

Pedro:🐔

Susie:🐻

JJ:🦔

They were orphans adopted from Colombia, Nicaragua, Guatemala, Puerto Rico, Dominican, Republic, Venezuela, Costa Rica, Argentina & Cuba w/o birth certificates and of course they knew their birth years, genders, sexual orientations, biological sexes, ethnicities, races and they have different personas depending on their appearance and it took time for me to figure out that they never knew when their own birthday's were and they used to performed alot back when they lived in Spain and then in 2008 they moved to the United States to learn English and they started performing popular songs to improve their English and they taught non-fluent Spanish speaking people how to sing a song in Spanish (the correct way) and they are bilingual meaning that they speak 2 languages at the same time and they're known for being Sensory Friendly and because back in Their home country (Spain) they loved celebrating other people's birthdays because of the fact that no one would ever celebrate them which is so sad and they went bankrupt and lost their job as performers and have to move back to America and some Biracial (Afro-Latino) guy that had tattoos on his arms and legs and was tall about 5'9" and he had black hair in dreads and he was chasing them around the restaurant and when they started singing 5 Nights at Freddy's 3 Die in a fire by Living Tombstone (Versión Español) by Ulikander4001, I can't fix you (Versión Español) by Kira0Loka, Tokyo Ghoul Unravel (Versión Español) by ilonqueen Death By Glamour (Versión Español) by Ray Scratch, I'm Just Your Problem (Versión Español) by Dariadubs, Peaches (Versión Español) by Bastián Cortés & Transm1t by Taboo from the Black Eyed Peas and he loved it and he hired them all and one time they were on stage in front of a whole entire audience and they were nervous and kept getting booed and when they saw someone with a badge and of course their English wasn't really that good so? They translated that song from English to Spanish so? They were known for being Sensory Friendly and because they were hired to do their jobs by a guy named Osmand Luis Rodriguez

Their original forms of the characters are a small-sized gibberish speaking species however I am very unsure of what this species of non existing animal is called but I wanna take one home and keep it as a pet but it's not real but imma be for real low key honestly? Imma be for real with y'all I'd probably keep the bunny as a pet and to be honest rabbits make great pets because I don't want that fox eating him but please remember that this is a "fictional universe" and these are all just cartoon animals and but in the series itself they have facial features of marionettes and the bodies of MiiCharacters and they all have pear-shaped heads, triangular shaped noses sock-puppet like mouths and round eyes rotated in the same position and the females usually have makeup on unlike that one brother that is the only male character to possess the most androgynous-like persona

The fact that they all have different tastes in music

The favorite list

Penny: Techno

Phil: R&B

Sebastian: Funk

Bob: Alternative

Peter: Hiphop

Natalie: Eurobeat

Pedro: Disco

Susie: Soul

JJ: Synth-pop

These characters include

Penny, Phil, Sebastian,

Bob, Peter, Natalie,

Pedro, Susie & JJ

[tomlinsun]

u wanna know how fucked up venezuela’s situation is rn? one (1) dollar is approximately 321,900,000,000,000 bolivares <3

[kpop-hive]

I Love the Way You’re Talking to Me

YangYang Edition to Love Talk Series

Part of The Love Talk Series; this is Pt.7 (Final Part)

Masterlist Here; ❤️

Warnings: Unprotected Sex (Pulling Out), Oral (Female Receiving), Handjob, Teasing, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Orgasm Denial, Begging

Character Description: Mixed Race Latina Girl from Venezuela 🇻🇪

Total Disclaimer: Character’s first language is Spanish, and she also speaks English. I will not use Google Translate because they are not accurate with their translations, and I want to respect everyone’s languages without any mistakes. Enjoy the story! ❤️

Traveling was your favorite thing to do, you were glad you made Party Planning a career. You loved to decorate, and always was into making people happy, right now you were no longer in Venezuela, but in South Korea since you decorated a party for a girl who was turning nineteen. The party was really cool looking, it had fairy lights, cool music, and all of her friends around. You even helped to get her favorite group to perform, as you pulled a few strings, you’ve never heard of them, but it made your client happy so who cared if you didn’t know them.

“Now, I need you guys to put your hands together for WayV!” The DJ shouted You clapped your hands as the partygoers screamed to the top of their lungs, especially the few fangirls who were in the crowd.

There were seven boys who came up as the music played. They performed three songs and they were pretty good. They sung happy birthday to the birthday girl, and all got a picture with her and her friends. It made you happy that she was happy, it always did when it came to your clients, that was why you made this your profession.

She blew out her candles, and her family helped her divide the cake amongst the guests, even you. You tried to oblige, but her parents and family were so welcoming. You began to eat your cake, satisfied that you agreed to a slice, the icing was delicious and not too sweet, while the vanilla cake itself was very moist, you loved it. As you stood there eating it, a guy approached you, a little taller than you, and his approach was far from subtle.

“Excuse me, I just wanna let you know that you are really gorgeous.” He said. It was one of the boys from the performance. “Well thank you, you’re not so bad looking yourself.” You replied. “Not so bad? I’ll have you know that many people call me a visual.” He said with pride. “Um, okay?” You question with a chuckle, he heard and was about to make a remark, but ignored it.

“What’s your name beautiful?” He asked smirking looking you up and down. “(Y/n).” You replied. “Cute.” “What’s yours?” You ask. “I’m YangYang.” He says proudly. “Is that a nickname or something?” You giggle. “No, it’s my actual name! It’s means sheep in Chinese.” He laughed. “Well your hair does look fluffy.” You said. “If you don’t like my name, then you could call me daddy.” Your eyes widened at dirty comment before you playfully slapped his chest. If you weren’t sort of attracted to him, he would’ve gotten punched in the jaw.

“It’s a little too early to call you that name, isn’t it?” You asked him. “Nah, it’s never too early.” He replied. “By the way, your accent is hot as hell, where are you from?” He asked. “I could ask you the same question, but I’m from Venezuela.” You tell him, his expression was very surprised, he never knew how cute and hot a Venezuelan accent was, or maybe it was just you.

“I’ve never met someone from Venezuela before, you are now special to me.” He said making you blush. “You have a cute accent too, where’s it from?” You asked. “It’s a mix of all the languages I speak, Mandarin, German, English, and a little bit of Spanish.” “Ah, so you’re a universal lover then?” You smirk. “What do you think?” He asked. “I think you’ve used this tactic on other girls.” You say rolling your eyes playfully. “Oh please I would never give another girl the satisfaction unless they looked like you.” God, he knew what to say to get you blushing.

“How do you like the cake?” You asked. “It was good, but I prefer yours, he said looking at your ass before licking his lips.” You had to admit that the midi dress You were wearing was a bit too form fitting to begin with, you took at least two full minutes staring at yourself in the mirror as you looked at your best assets in your hotel room. “YangYang, I’m convinced that you want to take me back to my hotel room to get an eyeful.” You chuckled. “I want more than an eyeful babe, I literally want to do so much to you if you let me.” You could feel a small amount of arousal down below, you were never a one night stand kinda girl, but with his looks and slick tongue, you couldn’t say no, besides, it’s your last night in Korea and you’ve been planning the party the entire week with no free time, you wanted to have some fun.

“I’ll tell you what, after the party, you can ride with me to my hotel, if you want to.” You said winking. “How could I say no to that?” He replied winking back. “Lemme go tell my members, and I’ll see you after the party.” He smiled before going back to his table.

As soon as the party ended you walked out to you car before getting in and waiting for YangYang, after about five minutes or so you saw him with his head down and a hoodie covering his face. He unlocked the door and hurriedly got in. Once settled, YangYang removed his hoodie before giving you the okay to drive.

“I didn’t know idols have to be so secretive.” You snickered. “Of course we do, if anyone saw you and I together, I would be crucified.” YangYang explained. “Cool car.” He commented. “Thanks, it’s a rental, it’s getting returned tomorrow.” You replied. YangYang began to give more small talk, trying to get to know you a little more. He’s always thought that one night stands should never be that casual per se, he just isn’t the type to fuck someone without knowing a few things about them at first.

“So what made you get into party planning?” He asked. “It was always something that I liked, anything that was about decorating has always been my favorite thing. It’s cool how other people can come up with intriguing ideas and you act it out. I’ve been doing it as a side career since I was sixteen, but I didn’t start it as a full career until I was eighteen, and got my own office when I graduated college.” “Damn, how old are you!?” YangYang asked worried you were a little too mature for him. “I’m only twenty-three!” You laughed. “Oh, you act like you’re twenty-nine!” He replied. “Yeah, I get that a lot.” You giggle.

“So how old are you?” You questioned. “I just turned 21.” “You look like you’re eighteen.” You laughed. “That’s why everyone calls me baby YangYang.” He smiled. “Aww, so does that mean I get to call you baby YangYang too?” “No, because even though I look like a baby… I’m not a baby.” He said whispering the last part in your ear making you shudder.

You finally pulled up to the hotel parking in the parking lot to before getting out and walking in to head up into the elevator. It didn’t take long to get to your floor and once you and YangYang arrived you both walked to your door and hurried in finally in the comfort of your room. It was just a plain hotel room like anything else, a king sized bed, a television, and a bathroom, but you didn’t care as long as you could have a place to sleep and bathe.

“Cool room.” YangYang comments looking around. “Thanks, pretty plain and simple but I like it.” You replied. “Well, the room is way more pretty with you in it.” He mentioned making you look away so he couldn’t catch your blushing. He smirked before walking up to you taking his fingers towards your chin and moving it for you to look up at him. “You don’t have to look away from me (Y/n).” He said looking at down at you. You took in his features proudly, no wonder he was an idol, he made you swoon just from looking at him. YangYang looked down at your lips before leaning down and kissing you. He removed his hand from your chin and moved it to your waist. The kiss deepened as he pulled you closer to him. One thing for sure was that he was an excellent kisser, his lips danced around yours like he really needed you, are idols really that deprived of sex?

He pulled away looking at you with a smirk. “I want you.” He whispered. “I want you too.” You whined. He smiled before he kissed you again, this time trying to move you to the bed. “Mm, w-wait.” You said against his lips. “Can you unzip my dress? It’s really tight.” You said turning around. YangYang literally held in his breath as he knew he was about to see you half naked. “S-sure.” He pulled down the zipper, eyes fixated on your form. Once it was down you shimmied out of it before facing forward, if YangYang’s dick wasn’t hard already, it was definitely hard now. Your body on display for him in nothing but red panties, you didn’t wear a bra due to the tightness of the dress and the small spaghetti straps. Your tan skin looked like it was kissed by the sun. YangYang swore under his breath standing there like he didn’t know what to do.

“Aww, don’t be shy YangYang, you can touch me. Where was all this energy and swag like at the party? Come on you can do more than just an eyeful.” You giggle before getting on the bed. YangYang climbed on top of the bed before beginning to touch you. His hands found their way to your breasts, rolling the hard nipples in between his thumbs and index fingers making you whine. You crossed your legs at the feeling of arousal. He removed his hands before taking one and placing it over your panty-clad vagina. Slick seeped through the thin material as he massaged your pussy with his palm, rubbing you slowly. You began to moan at the feeling closing your eyes due to the satisfaction ready for more, but as you weren’t looking, YangYang smirked and flipped you over before laying you down in his lap.

“Y-YangYang, what are you-?” You gasped when you felt his hand come in contact with your ass cheek smacking the skin in a harsh but playful way. “My energy is still here (Y/n), I just wanted to see your perfect body, and it looks like it could use some red handprints don’t you think?” He said before smacking your other cheek. He continued to switch between each cheek spanking each one until he began to see red prints stain your ass. “Your ass is so pretty, have you ever been fucked from behind?” He asked before spanking you again. “N-no.” You whined. “You will tonight, it looks perfect.” He smirked. By now you were a whimpering mess, your panties soaked now and were on the verge of tears if your pussy couldn’t get some form of gratification.

“Yang, please.” You whined. “What is it baby?” He asked tauntingly. “I need you to touch me.” “But I already am touching you, be more specific.” He replied spanking you again. “I need you to touch me down there.” You said. “Hmm, here?” He said soothing your calf. “Or here?” He teased. “N-no.” You whined not wanting to be this dirty. “Where do you want to be touched? Like I said be specific.” He reminded. Not being able to take it anymore you finally had the courage to say it. “My pussy, touch my pussy please!” You whined. “All you had to do was say so.” He smiled. He laid you down on the bed, your head touching the pillows as he pulled down your panties, you lifted your legs as he pulled them off of your feet, finally being fully naked.

“You’re gorgeous.” He said making you blush. Smirking, he moved his hand over to your core, fingers grazing your clit. His cold hand was a good contrast to your warm core, the feeling making you shiver. Finally, YangYang inserted a finger into you, making you whine. He thrusted his finger in and out, licking his lips at the juices that coated his finger, to him you looked appetizing, and all he wanted to get was a taste of you. Slowly, he bent down and began to suck on your clit, your body getting goosebumps all over from the feeling.

“YangYang.” You moaned. Your hands flew to his soft hair as he ate you out, his finger still inside as he inserted a second finger into the mix as well. YangYang sped up his fingers, you felt so good. You sat yourself up on your shoulders to see YangYang as he pleasured you so well. Traveling across the world was a killer on you, the jet lag was definitely something you always hated, you definitely needed a stress reliever, and that was what YangYang was giving you.

He sucked on your clit harshly as you were beginning to convulse around his fingers, getting you closer to your peak. “Does that feel good?” He asked, his accent cute and hot at the same time. “Yes, that feels good.” You panted. YangYang smiled before continuing, you felt your orgasm coming closer, ready to release, but as soon as you threw your head back… he stopped.

You looked up at him as soon as he retracted his mouth and fingers. You looked at him like he was crazy and he just smiled like he was proud. “YangYang what the fuck!? I was just about to cum!” You exclaimed. He shut you up by coming up towards you and kissing your lips aggressively, making you jump, your juices still on his tongue.

“I’m a tease, it makes everything exciting.” He explained, causing you to roll your eyes. He acts like he is the only one who can tease, you could probably tease better than him. Matter of fact… you began smirking at him, the look of mischief was placed on your face making YangYang question himself, you quickly shifted your bodies and pushed him down, your face at level with his crotch. You removed his pants and shirt before pulling down his underwear, making his cock spring up, you looked at YangYang with a seductive look before taking him into your hand, slowly pumping his cock as a small amount of pre-cum coated his tip.

“(Y/n), could you go a little faster?” He asked. You began to chuckle. “You think I’m gonna abide to you after you didn’t even make me cum, that was low YangYang, so now, I’m gonna delay your orgasm, unless you beg. “Fuck.” He whimpered. You continued to slowly pump him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as your hand movements were slow and agonizing. YangYang pulled his lip between his teeth continuing to whine from the slow contact, thinking in his head, ‘why did I tease her?’ It worked for other girls that he’s dealt with, but for you, that wouldn’t work, but to be honest, the girls he’s dealt with were girls who were around 19-21, and they didn’t have much sexual experience as you did.

“(Y/n) please, I’m sorry for teasing, use your mouth or something please!” YangYang begged. “Aww, you’re so cute when you beg.” You teased. You moved your thumb to his tip, rubbing the pre-cum around, which made YangYang jolt, your thumb to his sensitive tip was too much for him to handle. “(Y/n) I’m gonna cum.” He moaned. You laughed before removing your hand, leaving his dick unattended. YangYang was pissed.

“You should’ve let me cum, now we’re even.” You explained. While you weren’t paying attention, YangYang then moved your body, quickly flipping it over, placing you on all fours making you gasp before he gave your ass a hard smack, making you fall into your elbows, your ass in the perfect position for him.

“You’re right, we are even now, so why don’t we settle this for once and for all, and I make us both cum finally?” He asked, smacking your ass again. “Yes!” You whimpered. “That’s too easy, I want you to beg.” He said leaning down, and nipping at your ear. “Please fuck me, make me cum YangYang!” You begged. Without warning, YangYang pushed inside you making you moan out. “Fuck you’re tight.” He groaned.

You couldn’t wait anymore, you had to release, you began to fuck yourself back on his cock, YangYang let out a moan, slapping your ass quickly. “Fuck I didn’t know you were this needy.” He chuckled before thrusting into you making you whimper. His harsh thrusts making your body fall onto the bed, you held onto your pillow, putting your face into it as he fucked you, muffling your moans.

“Don’t hide your moans, let me hear your pretty voice.” He said as he pulled your hair gently, making your face come out of the thick pillow. You moaned louder upon YangYang’s request, the feeling of being stretched out was getting to your head quickly. YangYang did a particular thrust that had you let out a small scream, the thrust plus the position making it easy for him to reach your g-spot.

“YangYang right there!” You whined. “You sound so cute when you’re getting fucked.” YangYang chuckled, making you groan, he enjoyed watching you fall apart all because of his dick, if it was one thing that you couldn’t deny, it was the fact that he had a huge ass ego. You felt your body tensing up, you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm, and with the way YangYang’s moans began to get louder again, you knew he was too.

“I’m close!” You whimpered. “M-me too, where should I-” You stopped him mid sentence, “Pull out and you can cum on my ass since you love it so much!” “Am I in heaven?” He panted, making you chuckle. With a few more final thrusts, you began to release, it felt like a bundle had snapped with inside you. Your body felt great, especially since it’s been so long since you’ve had sex. You could hear YangYang ready to cum, soon enough he pulled out of you, and came on your ass immediately. You could feel warm strings of cum stain your ass, YangYang’s moans were tied in with not only his orgasm, but the pleasure of getting to see his cum mark your skin.

As you both calmed down, you walked to the bathroom, cleaning off the cum from your ass with a wet cloth, YangYang smirked as you walked back into the room with a silk robe covering your silhouette. “You should’ve left it on, I think your ass looked good with my cum all over it.” He chuckled. “Well if you liked it so much, you should’ve taken a picture.” You giggled. “You’re right, I should’ve.” He replied before leaning down to kiss your lips. “And that’s what I’m about to do after this round.” He stated before kissing your lips again, this was going to be a long night, but no complaints.

(A/n): Ahh, this is the end of the Love Talk Series! I hate how it has to end, but I have to work on other stuff! Thank you all for tuning in to this mini series, and I have more stuff coming soon! ❤️ Love you guys!