#porque no los dos I guess

[peachyykira]

Can’t decide if I want to be held and cuddled and loved, or just railed and bred until I don’t have a coherent thought anymore…

[a-hollow-forest]

do i consider myself aplatonic because i don't experience friendship the way normal people do (true) or because i know i can't give people what they need out of most relationships (also true) so i hold them at arms length in a desperate attempt to stop them from hurting themselves on me (doesn't work)

[theeminentlyimpractical]

Help settle a dispute between @thesherrinfordfacility and I:

[justanothershippingcan]

It makes me almost laugh how, even after P5R, some genuinely believe Akiren and Akechi hate each other. It’s just so baffling to me when (and this isn’t even everything):

1) The whole beginning of their confidant (and Akiren still going out with Akechi for eight whole ranks) implies in a not-even-subtle way that Akiren knew. He knew from the very start that Akechi was someone at the very least dangerous due to his detective work, and even more so with the full-on certainty (basically) that Akechi had already been into the metaverse. Yet the full true ending requires that the whole confidant has been completed and truly, besides an initial attempt to understand the danger the PTs were getting into with Akechi, Akiren/Akechi’s whole outings were... dates. The most normal of dates, aside from Rank 7 (which is where, again, not even so subtly, Goro “mentions” the whole assassination ordeal and an aborted-from-the-start possible accomplice route) and ofc Rank 8. Akiren didn’t have much to gain from them, besides possibly understanding... well, Akechi as a person. And also, Akiren is kind of an appreciator of the fine art of danger, he likes the thrill of it. He loves the rivalry they have. 

2) I adore how dudebros many use the whole “I hate you” bit of Rank 8 as proof of Akechi’s hatred towards Akiren and... it is kinda funny. Because, yes, the sentiment is there, and Akechi isn’t utterly lying, but it requires a reading between the lines operation. Both Morgana and Maruki literally state, respectively that “Goro likes Joker” (OG Japanese Engine Room, translated in English as “You don’t hate Joker”, which still conveys the same meaning, albeit less strongly/forwardly) and that their relationship “ISN’T based on hatred, nor ill will”. 

What Goro defines as spite for Akiren as a person is mostly spite because of his envy. Envy because Joker is everything Goro could have been had he had a chance. Envy because Joker was luckier. Envy because Joker got what Akechi had been craving for the most: being loved by people around him for who he is. These same people are also ones that state how basically everything from Akechi’s mouth is a full on lie besides this one and only one, but I digress. A more normal line of thoughts linked to this is, well, Akechi’s whole assassination attempt as proof of his hatred again, which well, the assassination attempt is yikes on a healthy relationship perspective, but since I am not debating on whether their relationship is healthy or not as if enemies to lovers where the lovers attempt to kill each other isn’t a basis for many heterosexual classical literature romances as well, isn’t it pretty funny that Goro challenges Akiren to a duel just before that fateful day of November. And isn’t it even funnier how he wasn’t that surprised by Akiren surviving and even states,at max rank, how Akiren too isn’t satisfied with how they left it either. I wonder.

3) P5R whole, well, Royal part is literally Maruki creating a false reality for all the PTs and somehow people still believe Akiren hates Goro with the full-on knowledge that Akiren’s whole ideal (again ideal, wished for) reality is Goro living and working with the PTs. It’s Goro having a second chance. It’s Goro specifically being with him, playing Chess with him in the reserved space of Akiren’s attic (the window behind them is the same as Akiren’s attic), their card is the only one, besides Simping Morgana - where Ann isn’t even looking at him btw) - where two PTs are together). 

I have seen someone in a comment mention how this is proof Akiren wanted Akechi to pay for his crimes and being alive was so Goro could be sent to jail when? Literally Akechi isn’t allowed to go to jail in Maruki’s reality LMAO. Akiren could have asked for everything. Money, fame... yes, but we can state these aren’t truly Akiren-like wishes, right? So, not that. But how about... having a loving family that actually cares? Because no, I can’t believe parents who leave their child to a friend’s acquaintance are supposed to be good parents. But this is an HC, so let’s scrap that. Then there is it: clearing up his name. Making it so that all of his crimes would vanish completely, especially in a country like Japan where having a dirty record is utterly terrible. He would get rid of the side-looks, the prejudices, the suspicions possibly brewing in his home town about him being the worst of criminals at age 17/18. And yet. No. For sure we can say the PTs being all together is also accounted for in Akiren’s wish, possibly, but the thing is, Maruki doesn’t use that as a last resource. His ace in his sleeve was Akechi. Had always been.

4) Every single third awakening in the game is in each PT’s room. It’s somewhere private, somewhere which is only theirs, somewhere they can call home. Akechi’s initially, in early development as uncovered by Faz, was in Jazz Jin which, he himself admits, is kinda his place, a place where he unwinds and relaxes. Akin to, well, a bedroom. Yet, it was significantly changed. Changed to freaking Leblanc. And no, I don’t think it’s because of the coffee. 

5) You know the song No More What Ifs? The one which at first was in Proof Of Justice (which, by the way, either inspired the contents of the game or the Anime and P5R directors are besties, since what’s in there is basically Akechi’s P5R confidant condensed in 20 minutes of angsty gay longing footage) and then got put, as many other Proof of Justice related matters - as stated above -, in the game? It’s literally Akechi’s theme song. And it talks about him in every way (I can only be me... if you haven’t read Mementos Mission GO READ IT) and about someone else who brings joy to life (I wonder who that is)? Yes, well, the instrumental of it is the default song in the Thieves Den. Which. It’s defined as Akiren’s palace. 2+2=4 and in here Suspicious coincidences add up to just equal either fruity (for real) or still the undeniable fact that what these two share is a sentiment far, far from hatred.

[sidereon-spaceace]

sometimes it's a gradual waking-up other times it's getting sledge-hammered out of a dream by my alarm

[blorboresidue]

as much as i love my "odile is a dilf whom conrart wants to fuck" interpretation, their actual relationship is even more uncomfortable cause it's like. "you wanted me to marry your daughter but she turned me down and then i fell in love with her anyway and now she's dead and the person she turned me down for has betrayed us all and in another timeline you'd be my father-in-law right now but instead we're just acquaintances who remind each other of the most painful event in our respective lives"

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

Literally don’t want to tell mom bc I don’t want to go get the award and she’ll be like ‘WHAT DID YOU SAY? GO get it’ 😩

[gibbearish]

we're having a realizations kinda week

[aauroraxia]

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐨

A. Aretas

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*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆ | synopsis: part 2 to ‘Chico Celoso’ if you haven’t read it I advise you to | warnings: hardcore sex, Armandos very rough, choking!, slight dumification!, | pairings: Armando x black reader | Authors note: There’s lots of Spanish! I dont usually write smut so please bear with me😩, enjoy!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 ride home was silent. Armando wouldn’t take his eyes off the road.

His jaw was clenched and he was gripping the steering wheel pretty hard. You knew what you were in for.

You walked to your bedroom sitting on your bed, Armando trailing behind you.

He closed the bedroom door and stood in front of you, looking down in your eyes.

“¿Lo disfrutaste?” He asked.

“What?”

“¿Te gustó coquetear con él?”

“No, of course not baby!”

His hands traced up your shoulder, pulling the straps of your shirt down, then taking your shirt all the way off

“Did you like his hands all over you?“ He asked tracing his thumbs over your nipples.

You let out a slight gasp from the small but ecstatic sensation.

“¿Quieres que te toque?” Armando asked you sliding down his pants and rescuing his hand under you skirt, pulling it and your panties off.

“Yes pl-“

Before the word please could fall off your tongue he pulled you into a heated but passionate kiss. This turned into a heated make out session between the lovers.

He sat down so you were no longer in front of him.

He pushed you down so you were now laying down, before moving on top of you.

He gripped your thighs to help position you under him.

He broke the kiss and immediately slammed into you.

You let out a shocking loud moan.

He chuckled to himself hearing your scream.

"Oh my GOD "You screamed hissing at the pleasurable pain he caused

You dug your nails into his back dragging them down trying to take your mind from the pain.

"You'll regret getting that close to another man, even if it was for your job." He spoke constantly slamming into you.

'Why the hell did I agree to this mission. You cussed internally at yourself realizing the predicament you were in.

The room echoed with the sounds of your moans and profanities.

Your breathing became heavy and your legs seemed like they were giving out.

His tight grip on your thighs and the constant slamming was the only thing reminding you that your legs weren't completely numb.

"Armando please."You let out in a whisper trying to speak as you felt yourself tighten around him

"Shh solo correte para mi.“ He said picking up his pace.

Your head fell back on the pillow as you tried to calm your breathing.

He kissed up your neck to your ear and lightly nibbled on it.

You thought he was finished.

Jokes on you.

"You can't rest just yet I'm not done"He spoke as he pulled out of you and you felt yourself moving higher

"Inclínate para mí mamá.”

He flipped you over and waited for you to move.

You struggled to get up screaming internally at the pain coming from your legs.

As soon as you got in position he wasted no time and once again slammed inside. Instantly your legs gave out. He grabbed your waist and held you in place.

"You're supposed to stay on all fours Y/n"

"I-I can't"

"Then I guess I'll make you"

He went at a steady pace repeating earlier.

Ramming himself in you with every thrust.

You closed your eyes not having the energy to keep them open.

You gave into any and everything he was doing.

It didn't take long for you to reach your climax.

“Nunca vuelvas a hacer una mierda así.” He said between his panting.

He grabbed your neck, choking you from behind.

“I- I- I won’t.” You babbled.

You barely could get your words out, the pleasure was overwhelming.

He sped up his pace before pulling out and cumming on you back.

You fell completely on the bed, breathing heavily.

Armando layed down beside you, analyzing you in your fucked out state.

After you rested for a few minutes, you figured out why Armando did all this.

“You know, I think I know why you did all this.”

He looked at you curiously “¿por qué?”

“Porque estas celoso” You said laughing.

He glared at you which made you laugh more.

“mi chico celoso.” You said cupping his face and kissing him.

“De qué tengo que estar celoso, soy el que está a tu lado.”

“I don’t know maybe you were threatened by Jackson.” You replied

He got out of the bed without saying another word, heading towards the bathroom

“Come back! I was joking!” You said running after him.

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*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆ | Translations

Chico Celoso - Jealous Boy

¿Lo disfrutaste? - Did you enjoy it?

¿Te gustó coquetear con él? - Did you like flirting with him?

¿Quieres que te toque? - Do you want me to touch you?

Shh solo correte para mi - Shh cum for me

Inclínate para mí mamí - Bend over mamí

N unca vuelvas a hacer una mierda así - Don't ever do shit like that again

¿por qué? - Why

Porque estas celoso - Because your jealous

mi chico celoso - my jealous boy

De qué tengo que estar celoso, soy el que a tu lado - What do I have to be jealous of, I'm the one next to you

Hey Guys! I’m starting a tag list so comment ‘🩷’ if you want to be added to it also I’m taking request! See ya😉!

[zackloup]

This is a fun one!!! I tag whoever wants to do this 😌

I WISH THIS TREND WAS MORE COMMON HERE SO IM STARTING ONE OKAY??!

[geezerwench]

Rebecca Solnit 

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They're spitting in his eye. Latin American presidents are not cowed and not cooperative.

The Trump people assume that power and bullying are the same thing, and they don't understand that real power often lies in the ability to persuade, ally, convince people that they might want to do something rather than attempt to force them to do it against their will. Sometimes yes they can force, often they find they can't and they've shrunk the amount of cooperation and support they'll get (but they don't understand cooperation, because bullies). Which makes enemies and often backfires, as with much of their bullying around the hemisphere. It's crisis of masculinity tactics, I guess. And how you act when you know your policies are unpopular.

[Gustavo Petro is the president of Colombia and when Trump slapped tariffs on their exports, he did the same to ours. Brazil used the arrival of handcuffed detainees to make a big propaganda point against Trump and the US. Mexico turned the first deportee planes around.]

Here's Petro's full tweet in Spanish and then translated (badly):

Trump, a mi no me gusta mucho viajar a los EEUU, es un poco aburridor, pero confieso que hay cosas meritorias, me gusta ir a los barrios negros de Washington, allí ví una lucha entera en la capital de los EEUU entre negros y latinos con barricadas, que me pareció una pendejada, porque deberían unirse.

Confieso que me gusta Walt Withman y Paul Simon y Noam Chomsky y Miller

Confieso que Sacco y Vanzetti, que tienen mi sangre, en la historia de los EEUU, son memorables y les sigo. Los asesinaron por lideres obreros con la silla eléctrica, los fascistas qué están dentro de EEUU como dentro de mi país

No me gusta su petroleo, Trump, va a acabar con la especie humana por la codicia. Quizás algún día, junto a un trago de Whisky qué acepto, a pesar de mi gastritis, podamos hablar francamente de esto, pero es difícil porque usted me considera una raza inferior y no lo soy, ni ningún colombiano.

Así que si conoce alguien terco, ese soy yo, punto. Puede con su fuerza económica y su soberbia intentar dar un golpe de estado como hicieron con Allende. Pero yo muero en mi ley, resistí la tortura y lo resisto a usted. No quiero esclavistas al lado de Colombia, ya tuvimos muchos y nos liberamos. Lo que quiero al lado de Colombia, son amantes de la libertad. Si usted no puede acompañarme yo voy a otros lados. Colombía es el corazón del mundo y usted no lo entendió, esta es la tierra de las mariposas amarillas, de la belleza de Remedios, pero tambien de los coroneles Aurelianos Buendía, de los cuales soy uno de ellos, quizás el último

Me matarás, pero sobreviviré en mi pueblo que es antes del tuyo, en las Américas. Somos pueblos de los vientos, las montañas, del mar Caribe y de la libertad

A usted no le gusta nuestra libertad, vale. Yo no estrecho mi mano con esclavistas blancos. Estrecho las manos de los blancos libertarios herederos de Lincoln y de los muchachos campesinos negros y blancos de los EEUU, ante cuyas tumbas llore y recé en un campo de batalla, al que llegue, después de caminar montañas de la toscana italiana y después de salvarme del covid.

Ellos son EEUU y ante ellos me arrodillo, ante más nadie.

Túmbeme presidente y le responderán las Américas y la humanidad.

Colombia ahora deja de mirar el norte, mira al mundo, nuestra sangre viene de la sangre del califato de Córdoba, la civilización en ese entonces, de los latinos romanos del mediterraneo, la civilización de ese entonces, que fundaron la república, la democracia en Atenas; nuestra sangre tiene los resistentes negros convertidos en esclavos por ustedes. En Colombia está el primer territorio libre de América, antes de Washington, de toda la América, allí me cobijo en sus cantos africanos.

Mi tierra es de orfebrería existente en época de los faraones egipcios, y de los primeros artistas del mundo en Chiribiquete.

No nos dominarás nunca. Se opone el guerrero que cabalgaba nuestras tierras, gritando libertad y que se llama Bolívar

Nuestros pueblos son algo temerosos, algo tímidos, son ingenuos y amables, amantes, pero sabrán ganar el canal de Panamá, que ustedes nos quitaron con violencia. Doscientos héroes de toda latinoamerica yacen en Bocas del Toro, actual Panamá, antes Colombia, que ustedes asesinaron.

Yo levanto una bandera y como dijera Gaitán, así quede solo, seguirá enarbolada con la dignidad latinoamericana que es la dignidad de América, que su bisabuelo no conoció, y el mio sí, señor presidente inmigrante en los EEUU,

Su bloqueo no me asusta; porque Colombia además de ser el país de la belleza, es el corazón del mundo. Se que ama la belleza como yo, no la irrespete y le brindará su dulzura.

COLOMBIA A PARTiR DE HOY SE ABRE A TODO EL MUNDO, CON LOS BRAZOS ABIERTOS, SOMOS CONSTRUCTORES DE LIBERTAD, VIDA Y HUMANIDAD.

Me informan que usted pone a nuestro fruto del trabajo humano 50% de arancel para entrar a EEUU, yo hago lo mismo.

Que nuestra gente siembre maíz que se descubrió en Colombia y alimente al mundo

Trump, I don't really like travelling to the US, it's a bit boring, but I confess that there are some commendable things. I like going to the black neighbourhoods of Washington, where I saw an entire fight in the US capital between blacks and Latinos with barricades, which seemed like nonsense to me, because they should join together.

I confess that I like Walt Whitman and Paul Simon and Noam Chomsky and Miller

I confess that Sacco and Vanzetti, who have my blood, are memorable in the history of the USA and I follow them. They were murdered by labor leaders with the electric chair, the fascists who are within the USA as well as within my country

I don't like your oil, Trump, you're going to wipe out the human species because of greed. Maybe one day, over a glass of whiskey, which I accept, despite my gastritis, we can talk frankly about this, but it's difficult because you consider me an inferior race and I'm not, nor is any Colombian.

So if you know someone who is stubborn, that's me, period. You can try to carry out a coup with your economic strength and your arrogance, like they did with Allende. But I will die in my law, I resisted torture and I resist you. I don't want slavers next to Colombia, we already had many and we freed ourselves. What I want next to Colombia are lovers of freedom. If you can't accompany me, I'll go elsewhere. Colombia is the heart of the world and you didn't understand that, this is the land of the yellow butterflies, of the beauty of Remedios, but also of the colonels Aureliano Buendía, of which I am one, perhaps the last.

You will kill me, but I will survive in my people, which is before yours, in the Americas. We are peoples of the winds, the mountains, the Caribbean Sea and of freedom.

You don't like our freedom, okay. I don't shake hands with white slavers. I shake hands with the white libertarian heirs of Lincoln and the black and white farm boys of the USA, at whose graves I cried and prayed on a battlefield, which I reached after walking the mountains of Italian Tuscany and after being saved from Covid.

They are the United States and before them I kneel, before no one else.

Overthrow me, President, and the Americas and humanity will respond.

Colombia now stops looking north, looks at the world, our blood comes from the blood of the Caliphate of Cordoba, the civilization of that time, of the Roman Latins of the Mediterranean, the civilization of that time, who founded the republic, democracy in Athens; our blood has the black resistance fighters turned into slaves by you. In Colombia is the first free territory of America, before Washington, of all America, there I take refuge in its African songs.

My land is made up of goldsmiths who worked in the time of the Egyptian pharaohs and of the first artists in the world in Chiribiquete.

You will never rule us. The warrior who rode our lands, shouting freedom, who is called Bolívar, opposes us.

Our people are somewhat fearful, somewhat timid, they are naive and kind, loving, but they will know how to win the Panama Canal, which you took from us with violence. Two hundred heroes from all of Latin America lie in Bocas del Toro, today's Panama, formerly Colombia, which you murdered.

I raise a flag and as Gaitán said, even if it remains alone, it will continue to be raised with the Latin American dignity that is the dignity of America, which your great-grandfather did not know, and mine did, Mr. President, an immigrant in the USA,

Your blockade does not scare me, because Colombia, besides being the country of beauty, is the heart of the world. I know that you love beauty as I do, do not disrespect it and you will give it your sweetness.

FROM TODAY ON, COLOMBIA IS OPEN TO THE ENTIRE WORLD, WITH OPEN ARMS, WE ARE BUILDERS OF FREEDOM, LIFE AND HUMANITY.

I am informed that you impose a 50% tariff on the fruits of our human labor to enter the United States, and I do the same.

Let our people plant corn that was discovered in Colombia and feed the world

[xjulixred45x]

Guess who just watched Apology Tour/Helluva Boss Critique

MY GOD, STOLAS' DEAD MOSQUITO ATTITUDE HAD ME ROTTEN FROM MINUTE ONE. Does this grown man really believe that HE is the one who should be angry because THE POWER IMBALANCE IN HIS DYNAMIC WITH BLITZ WAS CALLED ATTENTION? Flaco, mature.

APART FROM STOLAS LITERALLY MANIPULATING HIM TO MAKE HIM FEEL BAD "do you feel any remorse for WHAT YOU DO?" FLACO, SKINNY, YOU ARE THE ONE WHO CAUSED THIS SITUATION, NOT HIM (and apart from being a hypocrite, he says that the Exes party is immature but decides to go anyway).

And on top of that they treat it as if the problem were Blitz's insecurity regarding his supposed ""relationship"", how Blitz feels that no one loves him is well stated, but using it in STOLAS OF ALL THE CHARACTERS FEELS LIKE A LACK OF RESPECT FOR THOSE WHO CAN REALLY DEVELOP THIS (like, I don't know, BARBIE WIRE, BLITZ'S SISTER, WHO DIDN'T EVEN APPEAR IN THE EPISODE!!!).

Let Blitz handle the situation the way he handles it, but WHY SHOULD HE GIVE STOLAS AN APOLOGY? SERIOUSLY WHAT MADE HIM OWE HIM AN APOLOGY? I understand it with his exes because well, Blitz gave them a hard time, BUT STOLAS?? It's like some kind of Stockholm syndrome, Blitz REALLY believed Stolas' manipulative bullshit.

The satanic ritual scene made me laugh tough, I'm not going to lie, the second/only positive point.

FOR GOD THE MUSICAL NUMBER WAS BASICALLY THE MOST SUGARCOEATED VICTIM BLAMING I HAVE EVER SEEN, how Stolas ignores all the vital information but at the same time DOES RECOGNIZE THE SITUATION ("i went too hard" and the image of Loo loo land where SEXUALLY HARASSES HIM ) is DISGUSTING.

It's like saying "ah yes, i did shit but it's your fault"

That's it, Verosika my beloved, the best character of the episode. although definitely if she knew the whole context she would have cut STOLAS' dick off.

The fact that they try to make us think that Stolas and Blitz are """over"" when we all know it's endgame is a waste of time, if they really wanted to fix this ship, they would take advantage of the episodes they have, they couldn't have unnecessary drama, but I guess Asking for quality is a lot these days with Vivziepop:)

In general, a deplorable episode that leaves aside aspects that could really help the plot and development of the characters (like Barbie Wyre and focusing more on Verosika for example) and that makes me hate the show more with each episode.

______

(ESPAÑOL)

Adivinen quién vio Apology Tour

POR DIOS, LA ACTITUD DE MOSQUITA MUERTA DE STOLAS ME TUVO PODRIDA DESDE EL MINUTO UNO ¿realmente este hombre adulto cree que es EL el que deberia estar enojado porque LE LLAMARON LA ATENCIÓN DEL DESEQUILIBRIO DE PODER EN SU DINAMICA CON BLITZ? flaco, madura.

APARTE DE QUE STOLAS LITERALMENTE LO MANIPULA PARA QUE SE SIENTA MAL "do you feel any remorse for WHAT YOU DO?" FLACO, VOS SOS QUIEN CAUSO ESTA SITUACIÓN, NO EL(y aparte un hipócrita, dice que la fiesta de Exes es inmadura pero decide ir igualmente).

Y encima lo tratan como si el problema fuera la inseguridad de Blitz respecto a su supuesta ""relación"", el como Blitz siente que nadie lo amara esta bien planteado, pero usarlo en STOLAS DE TODOS LOS PERSONAJES SE SIENTE COMO UNA FALTA DE RESPETO PARA LOS QUE REALMENTE PUEDEN DESARROLLAR ESTO(como, no se, BARBIE WIRE, LA HERMANA DE BLITZ, QUE NISIQUIERA APARECIO EN EL EPISODIO!!!).

que Blitz maneje la situación como lo maneje esta en personaje, pero PORQUE DEBERIA DARLE UNA DISCULPA A STOLAS??ENSERIO ¿QUE LE HIZO QUE LE DEBA UNA DISCULPA? lo entiendo con sus exes porque bueno, Blitz les hizo pasar un mal rato, PERO STOLAS?? es como una especie de sindrome de Estocolmo, Blitz REALMENTE se creyo la mierda manipuladora de Stolas.

La escena del ritual satánico me dio risa, no voy a mentir, el segundo/unico punto positivo.

POR DIOS EL NUMERO MUSICAL FUE BÁSICAMENTE EL VICTIM BLAMING MAS SUGARCOEATED QUE HE VISTO, el como Stolas ignora toda la información vital pero al mismo tiempo SI RECONOCE LA SITUACIÓN ("i went too hard" y la imagen de Loo loo land donde LO ACOSA SEXUALMENTE) es ASQUEANTE.

Es como decir "ah si, oa cague pero es tu culpa"

eso si, Verosika my beloved, el mejor personaje del episodio. aunque definitivamente si ella supiera todo el contexto le hubiera cortado A STOLAS el pito.

el hecho de que traten de hacernos pensar que Stolas y Blitz """terminaron"" cuando todos sabemos que es endgame es una perdida de tiempo, si realmente quisieran arreglar este ship, aprovecharian los episodios que tienen, no podrian drama innecesario, pero supongo que pedir calidad es mucho estos dias con Vivziepop:)

en general, un episodio deplorable que deja de lado aspectos que realmente pudieron ayudar a la trama y desarrollo de los personajes (como Barbie Wyre y centrarse mas en Verosika por ejemplo) y que hace que odie el programa cada episodio mas.

[yuukirita]

Oh! Actually I did it because I didn't know if you knew Spanish or not, so I remembered that I could use a translator to make it easier and less complicated for you to understand what I'm saying :D

¡Oh! En realidad lo hice porque no sabía si sabías español o no, así que recordé que podía utilizar un traductor para que te fuera más fácil y menos complicado entender lo que digo :D

-🦝

I understand Portugese better than I do Spanish- and I don't know either. I can kind of guess what people mean cuz they have the same root as my first language. Latin languages, ya know?

English is fine for questions C: It's the language I write with, so it's good.

The attention is very kind tough :D

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

as with part i, i have some repetitive strain and wasn't able to spend too long editing these - and had to take frequent breaks

All the action is happening upstairs - and no, we’re not (just) talking about Caden and Lilac. Avery soon joins Caden for a gossipfest, while Spencer is a little less subtle.

Rather understandably, Avery does not appreciate Spencer’s snooping, and things get rather heated between them (and not in the usual bedroom sense) before Spencer realises that Lilac is crying in the closet for some reason, then goes to comfort her.

Pauline confesses her attraction, then appears to feel embarrassed about it? 

Over dinner Spencer pries for secrets, and Lilac is not having it. However he tells her that he’ll keep her confidences, aaand she gains a nice sentiment towards him. I guess that being NOSY does pay?

By now I think that Lilac is feeling a little touched out. Avery gave her a hug, then likewise confessed their attraction towards her, resulting in the pair - oops - losing romance.

(Avery’s face, everyone. I can’t.)

At some point, Pauline (who you may remember has a relatively high singing level from karaoke night) serenades Lilac upstairs.

Sweet music aside, Lilac likewise didn’t seem to be feeling it when Caden confessed his attraction towards her. Given that she’s slept with both him and Avery by now, I’m not sure why this notion is so surprising and off putting. 

Then Spencer - who is never far from Lilac’s orbit - breaks in with a tall tale. Is he interrupting, attempting to lighten the mood, or porque no los dos?

And on top of all this, Lilac gains a sentiment from Caden? I don’t even know anymore.

The night ends slightly less confusingly. Lilac heads away from the sausagefest to kiss Pauline on the cheek, then returns her earlier serenade. Aubrey joins them, they agree that girls rule, boys drool…

…Only for Spencer to join her for a sleepover. Ms. Lilac not only allows him to stay, but they’re apparently high enough in both friendship and romance to unlock the bed cuddle animation.

Aubrey and Pauline are having a grand old time downstairs, but I agree with Lilac and Spencer. It's time for bed - though not before Avery autonomously unlocks the WEREWOLF ALLY trait from their reading of Beyond Big and Bad. Good for them.

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[monicalestrange4]

El fin de semana conocí a Mónica, era un día normal en el colegio... Teníamos un evento musical y todo se estaba preparando en el patio, sabía que vendría una universidad a hacer una presentación y a cubrir toda la logística pero nunca me imaginé toparme con ella, ahí estaba, armando el escenario, tomando fotografías, haciendo lo suyo, creyendo que nadie la reconocería, pero ahí estaba yo, sin saber si hablarle o no, decirle que la conozco por su Tumblr o Twitter sería muy incómodo para mí y para ella, supongo. Me armé de valor y la saludé, no fue nada incómodo, ella aunque estaba ocupada siempre me prestó atención, aunque sorprendida y algo apenada de que alguien la reconociera y sobre todo un fracasado como yo jaja ella siempre me trató bien, dejó de hacer lo que hacía para mirarme a los ojos y prestarme atención, lo admito no pude sostenerle la mirada por mas de dos segundos, ella de alguna forma te hace sentir feliz, me hizo sentir que valia algo y que a alguien le importaba lo que decía aunque a pesar de los nervios que tenia seguro hable puras estupideces jaja me preguntaba que si me queria sentar mientras ella preparaba todo, que si estaba bien, que donde estaban mis amigos, se preopupaba por mí, SI SI se muy bien que no es porque le guste se que Monica es así con todo el mundo pero nunca lo había sentido en persona, logré congelar este recuerdo en una foto que ella con todo el amor del mundo se tomó, me dejó tomarle la cintura, tomaron la foto, le agradecí y la dejé seguir en su trabajo... Al final del evento ella se despidió de mi a la distancia, moviendo su pequeña mano con entusiasmo, diciendo "Bye rarito" con cariño. Es el texto más SIMP que haya escrito en mi vida, solo tengo 16 años y aquí nadie me conoce pero AMO a Monica y le agradezco mucho por tratarme con humildad y sinceridad.

PD: te dije que haría una FanPage tuya y no me creíste! jajaja bueno, aqui esta

Oh por dios! Que es esta carta haha oww que lindo de tu parte!! No tenías que hacerlo (En serio no tenias que hacerlo, mira donde tengo los pantalones, estoy super mal vestida!!!) hahaha Y no hice nada, solo hable con alquien que me saludó y te traté bien 😅 Amm y en cuanto a la fanpage espero que no te pongas triste si nadie te sigue hahahaha 🤣🤣 Gracias por este lindo ask, pero repito, no hice nada especial me gusta tratar bien a las personas. 💜

English: The weekend I met Monica, it was a normal day at school…. We had a musical event and everything was being prepared in the courtyard, I knew that a university was coming to make a presentation and cover all the logistics but I never imagined running into her, there she was, setting up the stage, taking pictures, doing her thing, thinking that no one would recognize her, but there I was, not knowing whether to talk to her or not, telling her that I know her from her Tumblr or Twitter would be very uncomfortable for me and for her, I guess. I got up the courage and greeted her, it wasn't awkward at all, she even though she was busy always paid attention to me, although surprised and somewhat embarrassed that someone would recognize her and especially a loser like me haha she always treated me well, she stopped what she was doing to look me in the eyes and pay attention to me, I admit I couldn't hold her gaze for more than two seconds, she somehow makes you feel happy, she made me feel that I was worth something and that someone cared about what I said even though I was so nervous I was sure I was talking stupid shit haha she asked me if I wanted to sit down while she prepared everything, if I was ok, where were my friends, she worried about me, YES YES I know very well that it is not because she likes me, I know Monica is like that with everyone but I had never felt it in person, I managed to freeze this memory in a photo that she with all the love in the world took, she let me take her waist, they took the picture, I thanked her and let her continue in her work …. At the end of the event she said goodbye to me from a distance, waving her little hand enthusiastically, saying “Bye weirdo” with affection. This is the most SIMP text I have ever written in my life, I am only 16 years old and nobody knows me here but I LOVE Monica and I thank her very much for treating me with humility and sincerity.

PS: I told you I would make a FanPage of yours and you didn't believe me! hahaha well, here it is!

Oh my goodness! What is this letter haha oww how nice of you!!!! You didn't have to (Seriously you didn't have to, look where my pants are, I'm super underdressed!!!) hahaha And I didn't do anything, I just talked to someone who said hi and treated you nice 😅 Amm and as for the fanpage I hope you don't get sad if no one follows you hahahaha 🤣🤣 Thanks for this nice ask, but I repeat, I didn't do anything special I like to treat people nice. 💜

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Básicamente un TN o YN que es como Malleus Draconia de Twisted Wonderland (Prácticamente la descripción más importante de Malleus, un ser amable y tranquilo pero muy peligroso y poderoso: por eso muchos le temen... por ese miedo muchos simplemente lo olvidan. (quiero invitarlos a fiestas, reuniones o eventos sociales porque su sola presencia molesta o incomoda a todos, simplemente algo triste)

¿Cómo reaccionarían las naciones de Teyvat al enterarse de que su YN prácticamente NUNCA ha recibido una invitación? Básicamente, están tan contentos con esta invitación que los han invitado a una fiesta.

Traduction:

Basically a TN or YN that is like Malleus Draconia of Twisted Wonderland (Practically the most important description of Malleus, a kind and quiet but very dangerous and powerful being: that is why many fear it… for that fear many simply forget it. (I want to invite you to parties, meetings or social events because your single presence bothers or bothers everyone, just a little sad)

How would the nations of Teyvat react when they discover that their YN has almost never received an invitation? Basically, they’re so happy with this invitation that they were invited to a party

I'm not quite sure how you wanted to put it, but I'll try!

Now, Y/N is hella strong, and I mean, creators are kind of strong. Move mountains, rise the seas, and create blood-turning rivers—ALL THE STAFF.

They have this aura around them—the one that could crash any kind of ego without even flinching a finger. And everyone knows that and fears that—to the point that they never guessed if they were actually happy in that situation.

The reader wasn't that fine with it. To be fair, it wasn't even something that they would enjoy; they felt just so lonely in their giant temple, waiting for someone or something.

Their first invitation came like a warm wind during the winter.

Freminet loved your place—so big, so quiet. He enjoyed that you let him stay at your place, minding him no business at all, just tending to your garden while he was wandering the small lakes in the Creator temple. When he sent them a small letter, an invitation, something clicked in the reader's mind.

"What is this?"

"An invitation to my sister's tea party...for you..."

They have never received any invitations since the day they came to Teyvat. It was so stressful, but they couldn't take away the happy smile on their faces.

When the day of the tea party came, finally Lynette and Lyney understood who their brother friend was that he used to talk about. That wasn't what they thought about. When the Creator himself appeared to them, with a small box full of dessert in their hands and an elegant smile on their faces, the two siblings were in pure shock.

What if they do something to upset the creator? What if Lyney says something wrong? What if... and there you and Freminet just started to enjoy the tea together?

Readre tried so hard to not make anyone feel uncomfortable, but everyone was so stiff, except Freminet; of course, he couldn't be bothered at all by them.

When Readre started to tell how happy they were after receiving that letter from Freminet, Lyney started to make a guess.

"How is it possible that you, the mighty creator, don't receive any invitation to party, even in your own honor?"

"Maybe it's for my jokes?"

Ajh, so the creator was just a big dumbass. What news!

After that, the information started to spread. And the archons started to feel some shame for themselves.

They genuinely believed that the Creator never had time for pitty little pèarty or small festivals; they never could imagine that they could feel so lonely. Things started to change—for the worst, maybe.

"Ooookay! Today we have lunch at Mondstadt with some wine tasting at the Ragnivndr Mansion, then dinner at the Akademiya. Very early, we must go, and I mean, fly, to Watatsumi Island and"

Lumine was just at the beginning of her daily report of the creator's activity. Only to find them half asleep on the table.

"Maybe being the center of attention, it's not so fanatical at all."