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masonmontz · 4 months

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Amo sua escrita. Queria pedir um hot do Piquerez onde ele e uma mulher que ele ama foram fazer um favor pra alguém e ficam presos na estrada porque está chovendo muito e vão tem que parar pra dormir no motel. Ela não quer se entregar pra ele por ele ser festeiro, puteiro etc, mas ele real gosta dela. Tudo começa a desenrolar e então ele faz oral nela, ela é mt inexperiente e tb virgem mas resolve deixar se entregar pra ele. Se puder fazer o pós sexo tb🥹 realiza meu sonho autora

NOTAS: quatro dias pra escrever isso tudo, socorro!!! é um pedido especial e espero que a pessoa que pediu goste (mesmo eu tendo feito algumas alterações do pedido), assim como vocês xx

avisos: desenvolvimento + hot

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— Eu me sinto mal quando não posso te ajudar — você fala enquanto coloca as mãos no ombro de Joaquin, que apenas dá um sorriso triste e dá de ombros. — Sinto muito pelo jogo.

— Está tudo bien — ele fala, mas você sabe que por dentro ele está se sentindo péssimo. Nem todos os dias são bons e infelizmente, dessa vez, ele perdeu um pênalti, sendo motivo de diversos xingamentos nas redes sociais do time. Mesmo falando diversas vezes para ignorar os comentários nas publicações, você sabia que de tempos em tempos ele abria algo para ler o que a torcida estava falando dele e ele se sentia extremamente culpado pela derrota do dia anterior.

— O time jogou mal, Pique, não é culpa sua — Gomez fala e você concorda, sentando novamente ao lado de Joaquin.

Gomez convidou para um churrasco mais íntimo na casa dele a noite e você foi, sabendo que Joaquin provavelmente também iria. Você acabou virando amiga de Jazmin há algum tempo quando começou a frequentar a mesma academia que ela e, aos poucos, você foi se tornando importante para ela a ponto de começar a participar de alguns eventos, automaticamente, isso te fez conhecer alguns dos jogadores.

Entre Veiga, Flaco, Luan, Mayke e Piquerez, sem dúvidas o último foi o que você mais se aproximou e criou uma verdadeira amizade durante esse um pouco mais de um ano de contato, entretanto, você sempre notou que ele tinha segundas intenções, mas também sempre deixou claro que não haveria nada além da amizade entre vocês dois.

Joaquin, por outro lado, encontrou em você a amizade que ele precisava, ainda mais por se sentir sozinho na maioria dos dias. Quando sentia falta da família e dos amigos do Uruguai, ele corria para você, em quem ele encontrou um ombro que ajudava ele em momentos difíceis, mas também apenas alguém que ele confiava e sabia que podia contar para qualquer coisa.

— Você precisa parar de se culpar tanto assim — você fala, aceitando o bombom que Pia entrega e deixando um beijo na bochecha dela, que logo em seguida corre novamente para o quarto. — Você mais do que ninguém sabe que o time tem dias bons e ruins, não deixa isso te consumir por dentro.

Joaquin poderia demonstrar várias coisas para os outros, mas para você ele não conseguia esconder nada do que realmente era. A maioria das pessoas via ele como brincalhão, baladeiro, mulherengo e desapegado tanto das obrigações do time quanto das pessoas. Talvez ele realmente era baladeiro e mulherengo, porém, Joaquin também era carinhoso, atencioso e mais do que nunca, preocupado com cada passo que dava em relação ao time, ao seu desempenho, as obrigações, apenas não demonstrava isso para muitas pessoas, mas você teve a sorte de ser a pessoa a quem ele depositou a confiança e já conhecia muito dele.

— Papa no fez gol — Lucca fala enquanto ergue os braços para o pai, querendo colo. Gustavo pega ele e apesar de tudo, dá risada do que o filho fala.

— É, papa no fez gol para você — ele responde, fazendo cócegas na barriga do filho, que apenas ri, logo sendo colocado no chão de novo.

— Acho que está na minha hora — você diz enquanto levanta da cadeira, sendo seguida por Joaquin, que também avisa que vai para casa. Vocês dois se despedem de Jazmin e Gustavo, agradecendo pela janta e logo em seguida saindo pela porta, andando em direção ao elevador.

— Eu te levo — Joaquin fala assim que nota você abrir o aplicativo do Uber, bisbilhotando seu celular por cima dos ombros.

— Não precisa — você responde, mesmo sabendo que ele vai fazer de tudo para te convencer a aceitar a carona. — Logo um Uber chega.

— S/N, não vou te deixar sozinha por aí essa hora — ele responde. Joaquin precisa apenas descer dois andares até estar em casa, ao contrário de você, que precisa de uma viagem de carro de pelo menos quinze minutos até estar no aconchego do seu apartamento.

— Não tenho como recusar, não é?

— Não mesmo.

Poucos minutos depois você já está dentro do carro dele enquanto ele dirigia devagar pela cidade, já tendo decorado o caminho até o seu apartamento de tantas vezes que te levou para casa após alguma mini festa de alguém do time ou após uma noite de balada com ele e outros amigos que vocês tinham em comum, pois sempre preferia ir de Uber e tomar ao menos um drink ao invés de beber e dirigir.

— Você ainda vai viajar com nós, né? — Joaquin pergunta.

— Acho que sim, Jaz ficou de me avisar se a viagem vai dar certo.

— Claro que vai, todo o pessoal já confirmou.

— Eu sei, Joaquin, mas me sinto uma intrusa no meio de todos vocês — você fala. — Eu não sou parte do time.

— Você é minha amiga e amiga de várias pessoas, todos te querem lá.

— Vou pensar.

Joaquin dá um sorriso de canto e você não consegue segurar o próprio sorriso, sabendo que mesmo se tivesse dúvidas sobre a viagem que eles estavam programando para os dias de folga, ele ou Jazmin acabariam te convencendo a ir. Até Pia ou Lucca conseguiriam te convencer de participar dos dois dias de folga. Por sorte, você também tinha um trabalho flexível o suficiente para se ausentar durante a semana.

Assim que ele estaciona na frente do seu prédio, após longos minutos conversando sobre assuntos aleatórios no carro, você recolhe sua bolsa para poder sair do carro.

— S/N, você pode ir comigo para a viagem, se quiser — ele fala e você consegue notar perfeitamente o tom envergonhado dele. — Eu sou o único que vou sozinho e você não precisa ir dirigindo.

— A Jazmin me chamou para ir com ela, mas acho que aceito a sua carona — Você responde. — De qualquer forma, meu carro ainda está na mecânica. Você vai na segunda a tarde?

— Eu pensei em ir à noite, tenho una entrevista segunda a tarde.

— Ah, tudo bem — você responde. — Melhor assim, tenho algumas coisas pendentes no escritório também. Obrigada pela carona, Joaquin.

Você coloca a mão no trinco da porta do carro e abre, mas sente o braço de Joaquin sobre sua mão e fecha a porta novamente.

— S/N, na verdade eu queria te falar uma coisa — ele fala e coça a nuca, como se não soubesse o que dizer.

— Pode falar — você incentiva, olhando para ele e guardando o celular na bolsa.

Joaquin suspira e desvia o olhar para o volante, mas em seguida volta a te encarar.

— Ah, você sabe — ele começa, — eu gosto de você e queria saber se você quer sair comigo algun dia.

— Joaquin, nós já conversamos sobre isso — você fala, sabendo que é um tópico que ele sempre volta desde que se conheceram.

— Eu sei, S/N, mas você já terminou há mais de um ano e eu sei que você também gosta de mim.

Joaquin não está errado. Você suspira, sem saber como responder. Não é mentira que você acha ele bonito e com toda certeza ficaria com ele caso ele não fosse quem ele é. E é isso que você sabe que chateia ele.

O momento que vocês se conheceram talvez não foi o ideal. Você se mudou de apartamento e mudou todo o restante da sua vida, o ciclo de amizades, academia ou supermercado apenas para esquecer absolutamente tudo sobre seu ex.

Você estava em um relacionamento longo, noiva e com tudo milimetricamente planejado até descobrir uma traição que com certeza te fez entrar no pior momento de toda sua vida. Além de se sentir decepcionada, você ainda começou a se sentir insuficiente em todas as categorias da sua vida.

E infelizmente, Joaquin ainda é um jogador de futebol.

E você sabe desde que o conheceu pela primeira vez que ele tem sim interesse e nunca escondeu nem de você e nem dos amigos, mas ele também não deixou em momento algum a vida de balada e cheia de mulheres, mulheres essas que são modelos ou blogueiras e muito, muito mais bonitas que você.

— Dame una chance — ele fala, se aproximando, enquanto coloca uma mecha do seu cabelo atrás da orelha. Você vira a cabeça, mas Joaquin puxa e se aproxima, colando os lábios no seu.

No primeiro momento você não reage, sem saber o que fazer pela surpresa. Joaquin coloca a mão no seu rosto, segurando virado para ele, então ele inicia um beijo intenso e que te faz suspirar.

— Acho melhor não — você diz ainda de olhos fechados, afastando os seus lábios dele e sentindo o seu próprio corpo te trair ao não conseguir se afastar completamente. Joaquin percebe e te puxa mais uma vez, dessa vez levando a mão ao seu rosto para segurar você e a outra ele leva até a sua cintura, deixando leves carinhos com os dedos, mesmo por cima da blusa.

Apesar de retribuir o beijo, seu cérebro ainda te trai e você não consegue deixar de pensar em todo o tempo que deu diversos tocos nele, apenas pelo medo de passar algo parecido com o que seu ex fez para você.

Joaquin, ainda te segurando, deixa alguns selinhos sobre seus lábios e logo distribui em direção ao seu pescoço, te fazendo suspirar ao sentir os lábios macios trilhando um caminho por ali.

— Joaquin, não — você coloca a mão no peito dele, empurrando ele. Dessa vez ele se afasta e olha para você. — Não posso fazer isso.

— Por que você acha tão errado querer ficar comigo? — ele pergunta, encostando a cabeça no banco.

Você não responde de início, apenas se ajeita no banco e olha para a sua frente, notando uma pequena movimentação na rua.

— Você é novo, está no auge da sua carreira e eu tenho certeza que não sou a pessoa que você procura agora — você começa a falar e ele abre os olhos para te encarar. — Além do mais, eu não levo a mesma vida que você. Eu gosto de festa também, mas uma vez ou outra, não toda semana, mas principalmente…

Você nega com a cabeça e desiste de falar, porém Joaquin ergue as sobrancelhas, querendo entender em qual ponto você estava querendo chegar.

— Principalmente o que?

— Eu não quero ser só mais uma mulher que caiu no seu charme e no dia seguinte é jogada para escanteio como se não fosse nada.

Joaquin abaixa o olhar, como se não discordasse do que você acabou de falar. Talvez ele mesmo saiba a fama que tem, apesar de não ser tudo o que a mídia fala e você conhecer muito mais da personalidade dele.

Ele não é uma pessoa ruim, nem de longe, mas por enquanto a vida de balada funciona muito mais pra ele do que um relacionamento sério. E sabendo da fama que diversos jogadores têm, a última coisa que você quer é acordar um dia com a notícia de ter sido trocada por outra.

— Eu sei que a minha fama não é a melhor — ele fala, coçando a garganta, — mas você sabe que não seria só mais uma.

— Acho melhor nós deixarmos as coisas como estão.

— Tudo bem, se você prefere assim — ele dá de ombros, como se não se importasse.

— Obrigada pela carona, Joaco — você fala e dá um sorriso para ele, que retribui, mesmo que pequeno. — Posso ir com você ainda para a viagem, né?

— Lógico.

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— Demorei? — você pergunta assim que vê Joaquin encostado no carro te esperando. Ele mandou uma mensagem poucos minutos atrás avisando que havia chegado, você rapidamente pegou suas coisas e avisou que estava descendo.

— Não, acabei de chegar — ele responde, pegando a sua mala e colocando no porta-malas da BMW. Assim que ele fecha, olha para você e você não consegue evitar um sorriso. — Tudo bien?

Você se aproxima, cumprimentando ele com um beijo na bochecha e notando que ele está com uma roupa mais confortável, sem deixar de estar bonito. Não que ele ficasse feio de alguma forma. Ele usa uma bermuda solta e uma camisa básica que provavelmente custa o preço de um celular, além de tênis nos pés.

— Tudo bem — você responde. — Apenas um pouco cansada por causa do trabalho.

Joaquin concorda e vai até a porta do carro, abrindo para você, como sempre costuma fazer. Você dá um sorriso ao passar ao lado dele, sentando logo em seguida, observando ele fechar a porta e andar rapidamente até o lado do motorista.

— Acho que vai chover — ele fala assim que liga o carro, notando que um relâmpago atravessa o céu.

— Ótimo — você suspira. — Quando eu consigo me afastar do trabalho e aproveitar dois dias, o universo manda chuva.

Joaquin apenas dá risada do seu drama, engatando outro assunto com você. Sempre foi assim, é fácil manter um assunto com ele já que ele sempre parece interessado no que você tem a dizer, ou então sempre acrescenta algo do próprio ponto de vista.

Não é segredo para ninguém que vocês dois se deram bem de cara, inclusive foi algo que Jazmin comentou com você dias após conhecê-lo pela primeira vez. Ainda, Jazmin e Gustavo não fingem que às vezes tentam bancar os casamenteiros, mas a sua relutância em relação a ele sempre falou mais alto.

A viagem dura cerca de uma hora e meia e Jazmin encaminha uma mensagem avisando que todos eles já estão lá, estão apenas esperando vocês dois.

Como Joaquin tinha falado, a chuva não demora a cair com menos de vinte minutos de viagem, fazendo ele desacelerar um pouco o carro, já que os pingos grossos atrapalhavam a visão.

— Será que devemos parar um pouco? — você pergunta, sem conseguir enxergar dois metros a sua frente.

— Vamos ver se tem alguma coisa mais pra frente, deve ser perigoso parar o carro no meio do nada.

— Certo, mas vai devagar — você fala se inclinando no banco, tentando enxergar algo além da água, mas nem o limpador do carro consegue dar conta de tirar.

— Eu já estou indo devagar — ele retruca e você olha para ele, revirando os olhos. — Mais devagar que isso o carro para.

O GPS do celular mostra que logo em frente há um posto de gasolina, então Joaquin dirige cautelosamente até lá. Assim como vocês dois, outros diversos carros estão parados esperando uma trégua na chuva para continuar, mas não há sinal de que diminuirá tão cedo. Ele estaciona o carro e desliga, empurrando o banco para trás e esticando as pernas.

— Ainda temos mais uma hora de viagem — você fala. — Espero que a chuva diminua.

Infelizmente, a chuva só parece aumentar e o vento forte do lado de fora faz barulho, bem como os trovões que não param por um minuto.

— Eu estou com fome — Joaquin fala, tentando olhar para a loja de conveniência do posto pelo vidro do carro. — Você quer algo?

— Você vai sair nessa chuva? — você pergunta, sabendo que provavelmente ele vai levar um banho.

— Não é longe — ele responde, se preparando para sair do carro. — Tranca a porta quando eu sair.

Joaquin abre a porta e corre até a pequena loja enquanto você observa ele do carro. Já estão há dez minutos parados e a viagem que era para durar apenas uma hora e meia, provavelmente levará muito mais.

Ele volta pouco tempo depois com uma sacola em mãos, correndo mais uma vez para o carro.

— Caíram algumas árvores no meio da estrada, não sabem quando alguém vai chegar para tirar.

— Você está falando sério? — você pergunta, sabendo que a chance de ele estar brincando é mínima.

Ele concorda com a cabeça, te entregando a sacola com algumas coisas que ele comprou. Salgadinho, chocolate e um salgado de frango, além de uma coca.

— Por isso tem tanto carro aqui parado — ele fala, dando uma mordida no próprio lanche.

— Que ótimo, passar a noite no carro — você diz, se jogando contra o estofado do carro mais uma vez.

— Na verdade, o atendente disse que voltando um pouco tem uma pousada, algo assim, se precisar.

Você não responde. A chuva não para de cair e para ajudar não tem como passar pela estrada por causa das árvores que caíram com o vento, seria um milagre chegar ao destino hoje.

— O que você acha? — você pergunta para ele.

— Não vamos conseguir chegar hoje, e eu não quero passar a noite dentro do carro.

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Você tenta sem sucesso não fazer careta ao ver o estado do quarto. Joaquin, atrás de você, não está muito diferente.

— Isso aqui não vale nem cinquenta reais, quem dirá trezentos reais por uma noite — você reclama, jogando a mala no canto do quarto.

— Tem uma cama, pelo menos — ele responde. Joaquin deixa a mala ao lado da sua e encara o quarto, indo até a janela em seguida para fechar a cortina.

Após vocês terminarem de comer, voltaram um pouco do caminho para encontrar a pousada que comentaram com ele no posto de combustível. Não foi difícil encontrá-la, já que o letreiro era grande, mesmo com a chuva.

A forte tempestade fez diversas pessoas pararem para passar a noite e com vocês não foi diferente, entretanto, a pousada pequena já estava praticamente cheia e só havia um quarto restante. Joaquin se ofereceu para dormir no carro, mas ele foi cavalheiro de pagar o valor total da estadia e você não podia deixar ele dormir no carro por mais de oito horas.

É só colocar um travesseiro entre vocês.

O lençol da cama parece horrível, a televisão antiga não deve pegar um canal e você está com medo de abrir o pequeno armário no canto do quarto. Não teria como piorar, certo?

— Você se importa se eu tomar banho primeiro? — você pergunta, dando uma boa olhada no banheiro antes de declarar que estava tudo certo. Joaquin concorda e senta na beirada da cama, mexendo no celular.

Joaquin já enviou mensagem aos amigos avisando que não teria como vocês dois chegarem hoje, recebendo alguns emojis tristes, exceto de Gomez, que mandou um emoji com olhar de canto que você não pode deixar de rir quando viu.

Perto das dez horas da noite vocês estão lado a lado assistindo o jornal, a única coisa que funcionou na televisão precária do quarto. E o travesseiro entre vocês dois, deixando uma distância segura.

Joaquin parece tão exausto quanto você, que percebe que às vezes ele fecha os olhos e abre em seguida, como se estivesse lutando contra o sono. Apesar de ser estranho dormir com ele, você se sente mais confortável ao saber que ele está ao seu lado, pois seria muito pior estar em um quarto acabado igual esse sozinha.

Aos poucos, você se permite relaxar na cama e deixa o celular de lado, puxando o lençol fino e se cobrindo, vendo que Joaquin se endireita na cama do próprio lado. Apesar de ser uma cama de casal, é minúscula, e o travesseiro que você colocou entre vocês ocupa muito espaço, deixando vocês dois em cada beirada e prestes a cair.

Joaquin da boa noite e se vira de costas, você responde rapidamente e faz o mesmo que ele, o único som entre vocês é o da chuva torrencial que ainda cai do lado de fora, mas faz você cair no sono rapidamente.

Um trovão alto te faz acordar assustada, se levantando na cama e olhando ao redor. Joaquin acorda com o seu pulo e você olha para ele, tentando voltar à realidade e lembrar do motivo de ele estar ali. Você percebe que o travesseiro entre vocês foi jogado longe e Joaquin está mais perto que o normal, que o aceitável.

Na verdade, um braço dele está sobre o seu abdômen, como se estivesse abraçando durante o sono.

— O que foi? — ele pergunta com a voz rouca.

— O trovão me assustou — você responde, se jogando no colchão mole mais uma vez. Joaquin concorda apenas com um aceno de cabeça e suspira, se aconchegando mais em você.

Você cogita tirar o braço dele de cima da sua barriga, mas não há nada de errado no gesto, então ignora, tentando pegar no sono mais uma vez. Outro trovão estridente faz as janelas do quarto tremerem e você leva mais um susto, porém, dessa vez, Joaquin aperta o braço dele sobre seu corpo, como uma maneira de tranquilizá-la.

Você não é a maior fã de tempestades, então depois do segundo susto, você fica em alerta. Joaquin parece notar e inicia leves carinhos no seu braço com a mão. Por estar com sono, não impede ele, porém o que vem a seguir foge um pouco do seu controle.

Ele se aproxima de você, colando o corpo dele na lateral do seu e colocando o rosto na curva do seu pescoço, te fazendo ficar paralisada ao sentir os lábios dele na sua pele. Você engole seco quando sente ele te apertar mais contra o próprio corpo, colocando a mão que estava sobre a sua barriga na cintura, apertando.

— Joaquin — você mal consegue falar e ouve apenas um “shhhh” saindo dos lábios dele. Você sente seu coração disparar, sem saber o que fazer com o corpo quente dele tão próximo ao seu.

Ele deixa um beijo leve no lóbulo da sua orelha, respirando perto e fazendo você se arrepiar com a sensação.

— Você nunca ficou tão perto de mim assim — ele sussurra no seu ouvido, passando a mão pela lateral do seu corpo, arrastando os dedos lentamente até suas coxas com o shorts curto do pijama. — Dá me só um beijo.

Você vira um pouco o rosto para o outro lado, tentando reunir forças para afastar ele, mas isso só dá mais espaço para ele atacar o seu pescoço. Ele leva a mão que estava na sua cintura até a lateral do seu rosto, impedindo você de afastar o rosto da boca dele.

— Acho melhor não — você fala, mais uma vez tentando se afastar dele e ficar longe dos perigos que ele representa, mas sua voz foi tão incerta sobre o que estava pedindo que ele deve ter percebido a hesitação para pedir para ele se afastar.

— Sólo un beso — ele diz uma última vez, puxando seu rosto em direção ao dele e você não consegue mais evitar, permitindo que ele cole os próprios lábios no seu.

Joaquin se ergue um pouco do colchão e fica apoiado em um braço enquanto com o outro ainda segura seu rosto. Você permite ele te beijar, um beijo completamente do que vocês trocaram no carro dele, mas igualmente bom.

Você suspira entre o beijo quando ele leva a mão novamente até sua perna, passando a mão levemente pela coxa e arrastando lentamente para cima, porém, dessa vez, ele leva a mão por dentro da sua blusa do pijama, apertando a pele enquanto fica cada vez mais em cima de você, sem soltar o peso.

Inconscientemente, você leva a mão até os cabelos dele, puxando ele em sua direção enquanto aprofunda ainda mais o beijo. Ele parece gostar, pois você sente ele dar um leve sorriso entre o beijo antes de se erguer e se encaixar entre as suas pernas.

Beijar Joaquin Piquerez entrou pro topo de suas coisas favoritas e é apenas o segundo beijo que vocês trocam.

Você não consegue evitar de passar a mão pelo pescoço e estender os carinhos para as costas dele, ainda coberta pela blusa que ele usou para dormir. Ele interrompe o beijo e você continua de olhos fechados, aproveitando a sensação das mãos dele sobre seu corpo, mas logo sente ele beijar seu pescoço, pressionando o quadril contra você.

Um suspiro alto que escapa pelos seus lábios parece incentivar ele, que pressiona a própria ereção contra você, sem se afastar dessa vez, fazendo você sentir exatamente o que ele tem para te dar.

Ele puxa a barra da blusa do seu pijama para cima e coloca um braço sobre as suas costas para você erguer um pouco o tronco, permitindo ele tirar a peça.

— Linda — ele fala, te admirando enquanto percorre o olhar sobre seus peitos. Ele mesmo tira a própria camiseta e volta a te beijar, você sente o calor do peitoral dele contra você e isso parece virar uma chavinha no seu interior, então você se ergue um pouco na cama para alcançar os lábios dele melhor e de forma mais quente.

Joaquin leva uma mão até o seu peito, apertando e massageando, te fazendo soltar um gemido baixo entre o beijo. Sem perceber, você coloca as pernas ao redor da cintura dele, deixando ele colado em você enquanto passa a unha pelas costas dele, arranhando levemente. Ele se contorce ao sentir arrepio e você sorri, sabendo que ele gostou, então repete, sentindo ele esfregar o quadril contra a sua virilha incansáveis vezes.

Ele afasta o rosto do seu e desce os lábios até seu peito, colocando na boca enquanto brinca com os dedos no outro, beliscando ou apertando, mas tudo o que você faz é fechar os olhos e aproveitar a sensação de finalmente ter ele ali. Joaquin também brinca com a boca, mordiscando e chupando a pele, provavelmente fazendo de propósito para deixar marcas ali, mas você não poderia se importar menos.

— Você é muito linda — ele diz, erguendo a cabeça e te olhando. Você abre os olhos e encara ele, ficando envergonhada por estar tão exposta a ele, mas quando ele percebe, não deixa você criar ideias na cabeça. Ele tira suas pernas da cintura dele, afastando o quadril poucos centímetros do seu e leva uma mão até sua virilha, acariciando por cima do tecido e observando cada mínima reação sua ao toque dele.

Você morde os lábios e suspira ao sentir o toque dos dedos dele e, por alguns segundos, tudo some da sua mente e a única coisa que você pensa é nele. Ser tocada por ele, beijada, admirada. Ele mais uma vez volta para o seu pescoço enquanto afasta o shorts do pijama apenas para o lado, deixando os dedos dele te acariciando por cima da calcinha, exatamente no ponto onde você mais queria. O toque te faz gemer e ele leva como incentivo, pois continua acariciando seu clitóris por cima do tecido, dessa vez você não consegue evitar e abre mais as próprias pernas, querendo que ele te toque mais.

Você procura pelos lábios dele, virando a cabeça na direção dele e ele volta a beijar seu lábios. Joaquin, porém, leva as mãos até o cós do shorts fino de pijama e começa a tirar ele mesmo, porém, você para o beijo antes que ele possa tirar.

— Joaquin — você chama ele, com uma mão no peito dele, mas sem empurrá-lo.

— Você não quer fazer isso? — ele pergunta baixo, friccionando a própria ereção na sua virilha enquanto deixa mais alguns beijos entre seu rosto e pescoço. — Você tem um gosto tão bom.

— É que.. hã.. faz tempo que eu.. erm…— você começa a falar, se envergonhando e pausando a frase, mas ele te incentiva a continuar. — Nunca fiquei com outro cara além do meu ex.

— Sério? — ele pergunta, arregalando os olhos, surpreso, mas sem te soltar. — Ninguém?

— Eu conheci alguns caras nesse tempo solteira, mas nunca chegou a tanto — você admite. — Acho que tenho medo de não saber o que fazer com alguém diferente.

Você esperava que ele se afastasse e esquecesse a ideia de ficar com você, mas ele apenas dá um sorriso em sua direção e te beija mais uma vez, tão gentil e amoroso quanto antes, porém com mais precisão.

— Não precisa ter medo, eu tenho certeza que vou gostar de tudo o que você quiser me dar — ele responde, puxando seu shorts para baixo juntamente com a calcinha que você usava. Ele se afasta apenas para tirar o tecido e jogar em algum canto do quarto e logo deslizando o olhar dele por todo seu corpo, te fazendo arrepiar ao notar a luxúria e desejo nos olhos dele.

Para não te deixar desconfortável, Joaquin também tira toda a roupa que usa e você, pela primeira vez, consegue admirar o corpo de um jogador de futebol bem na sua frente. Outro trovão faz as janelas tremerem e você mais uma vez leva um pequeno susto, mas dessa vez apenas dá risada enquanto Joaquin se abaixa novamente.

Você permanece deitada de costas no colchão, mas dessa vez ele não volta a te beijar, apenas desliza a mão até a própria ereção, fazendo movimentos leves e não desviando o olhar de você em nenhum momento. Ao observar a cena, a sua vontade é de chorar ao admirar ele ali na sua frente, mas logo sua mente volta a lugar nenhum quando ele se abaixa e distribui beijos que iniciam no seu peito, passando pela barriga ao mesmo tempo que as mãos dele acariciam suas coxas.

— Eu sonhei tanto com isso — ele fala assim que fica frente a frente com o meio das suas pernas e você não consegue fazer nada além de dar risada e ansiar pelo toque dele. — Tão molhada pra mim.

— Por favor — você pede, não aguentando mais um segundo sem sentir ele em algum lugar do seu corpo.

Ele apenas dá um sorriso malicioso e deixa mais alguns beijos na sua virilha, mas em seguida, leva os dedos de uma mão até sua abertura, passando a língua por toda a extensão pela primeira vez. A sensação te faz gemer alto, sem lembrar que há outros diversos hóspedes pelo corredor da pousada, provavelmente dormindo nesse momento.

Ele leva as mãos até suas pernas, abrindo elas mais ainda para que ele possa te lamber, exatamente como ele sonhou por meses. Joaquin passa a língua algumas vezes entre suas dobras e você se contorce na cama, erguendo as costas e gemendo mais uma vez quando ele estimula seu clitóris com a língua.

É vergonhoso falar que Joaquin, em menos de dois minutos, mostrou que seu ex não sabia de forma alguma como agradar uma mulher com sexo oral. Talvez ele também fosse o motivo de você evitar que ele te chupasse todas as vezes, pois não gostava tanto da maneira como ele fazia.

Mas isso não tem nem comparação com o que você recebia.

— Essa boceta tem gosto de mel — ele fala e deixa um leve sopro na sua entrada, te arrepiando quando entra em contato com o molhado da saliva dele e da sua própria excitação. Ele volta a te chupar, alternando entre a velocidade dos movimentos, sentindo você cada vez mais se contorcer sobre a boca dele.

— Joaquin — você geme, levando as próprias mãos até seus peitos, brincando com seu mamilo em busca de um alívio maior do que a sensação prazerosa que ele te proporciona com a boca e a língua. — Isso é tão bom.

— Olha pra você — ele fala quando ergue a cabeça do meio das suas pernas, — tão molhada e tão bonita enquanto eu te chupo.

As palavras sujas que ele solta te levam a outro nível de prazer, algo que você nunca experimentou e nunca imaginou que também gosta.

Ele leva dois dedos até sua entrada e penetra, sem tirar a língua que continua te estimulando. Um choramingo desesperado sai da sua garganta e Joaquin parece gostar, pois solta um gemido enquanto está com a boca ocupada na sua boceta. Ele começa a te foder com os dedos e inconscientemente, seu quadril ganha vida própria contra ele. Você não consegue controlar os movimentos desesperados em busca de alívio na direção da boca dele, querendo mais que tudo que ele te faça gozar.

Palavras incompreendidas saem de seus lábios quando a sensação quente do orgasmo se forma dentro de você, ainda mais por sentir que Joaquin está em cada parte do seu corpo. Dedos, boca, o olhar dele sobre você…

— Goza na minha boca — ele fala. — Quero ver você gozar.

— Ah meu Deus — você geme, rebolando contra o rosto dele cada vez mais rápido e mais desesperada. — Ah meu Deus.

Ele acelera os movimentos com a língua e enfia os dedos mais rápidos dentro de você, então em segundos, você se desfaz na boca dele, apertando seu próprio peito enquanto sente a sensação do orgasmo dentro de você. Você consegue sentir suas paredes internas apertarem os dedos dele enquanto goza, ainda gemendo o nome dele.

— Esse é o melhor gosto que eu já senti — ele fala, deixando uma última lambida e erguendo a cabeça. Você consegue ver os rastros da sua umidade contra a barba dele e mesmo tendo acabado de gozar, você tem certeza que isso te deixa excitada novamente. — Dá me un beijo, sente teu gosto.

Você não consegue falar nada, ele apenas sobe até você novamente e coloca a mão atrás do seu pescoço, erguendo sua cabeça e te puxando para um beijo faminto. Você sente o seu próprio gosto na língua dele, gemendo contra a boca dele ao sentir a língua dele deslizando contra a sua.

— Posso te foder? — ele pergunta, levando uma mão até o próprio pau e passando contra a sua boceta úmida, te fazendo gemer ao passar a ponta do membro dele contra o seu clitóris, que ainda estava sensível. — Por favor, quero tanto isso.

— Sim — você fala, abrindo mais as pernas para receber ele. Você abaixa o olhar para observar os corpos de vocês dois próximos, mordendo os lábios ao notar que ele está completamente duro, quase pingando contra você. Você leva uma das mãos até o pau dele, segurando e masturbando ele rapidamente enquanto ele afunda a boca no seu peito mais uma vez, mordendo seu mamilo e puxando, fazendo você fechar os olhos e perceber que já está completamente pronta para receber ele.

Você leva uma perna ao redor da cintura dele, aproximando o corpo dele do seu e direcionando com a sua mão o pau dele para dentro de você. Ele solta seu peito e fecha os olhos, então você nota que ele tenta se conter quando finalmente, desliza tudo para dentro de você. Vocês dois soltam gemidos com a sensação prazerosa, porém ele ainda não se move, querendo que você se ajuste perfeitamente a ele.

— Tão apertada — ele fala, mordendo os lábios enquanto segura o próprio peso do corpo com os braços, sem soltar o corpo em cima de você. — Isso é tão bom.

Como ele não se mexe, você puxa a cintura dele com a perna, incentivando ele a se movimentar dentro de você. Ele geme e finalmente começa a te foder da maneira que ele sempre quis. Joaquin não faz movimentos rápidos de início, mas aumenta aos poucos, sentindo você se apertar contra ele, sabendo que dessa maneira não duraria muito, não depois de te ver gozar na boca dele.

— Porra, que gostoso — ele geme mais uma vez e levanta o próprio tronco, sem deixar de te foder rapidamente. Ele tira sua perna da cintura dele e ergue, colocando uma das suas pernas sobre o ombro dele, querendo te sentir mais fundo e para poder te foder mais rápido.

Sem conseguir evitar, você fecha os olhos, pois tinha certeza que nunca tinha sentido uma sensação tão boa em toda sua vida, sabendo que gemidos desesperados e palavras desconexas saiam pelos seus lábios.

Ele parece tão fora de si quanto você, pois acelera os movimentos ainda mais, fazendo a cama velha fazer barulho pelos movimentos desesperados. Você abre os olhos assustada, ele nem sequer percebeu e leva os dedos até o seu clitóris, querendo fazer você gozar mais uma vez.

— A cama — você fala, mas sem querer que ele pare os movimentos, — está fazendo barulho.

— Foda-se — ele fala e você revira os olhos ao sentir os dedos dele te estimulando mais uma vez. — Eu quero que você goze no meu pau agora.

— Sim, — você fala agarrando o lençol ao seu lado, deixando a ponta de seus dedos brancas ao apertar o tecido — mais rápido, por favor.

— Meu pau encaixa tão bem em você — ele diz, aumentando os movimentos conforme você pediu.

A cama começa a bater na parede e sem dúvidas vai acordar quem está dormindo no quarto ao lado, mas você nem consegue se importar com isso quando sente o orgasmo se aproximando mais uma vez.

Joaquin abaixa a sua perna e você enrola elas na cintura dele mais uma vez, sentindo que ele leva uma das próprias mãos até a sua mão esticada sobre o lençol, entrelaçando seus dedos no dele. Ele aperta sua mão, sendo carinhoso ao mesmo tempo que te fode como você nunca foi antes.

— Eu vou gozar — ele fala, deixando uma lambida no seu pescoço e a outra mão livre ele leva do outro lado do pescoço para apertar levemente. Você pega a sua mão livre e coloca por cima da dele, levando até a frente do seu pescoço e apertando a sua mão sobre a dele, indicando para ele te enforcar levemente. — Ah, dios.

— Pode gozar — você fala, sabendo que provavelmente teria um orgasmo ao mesmo tempo que ele. Ele aperta seu pescoço e solta sua mão, fazendo movimentos descontrolados enquanto solta suspiros e gemidos, seguidos de alguns palavrões.

Não demora muito e você mais uma vez sente seu estômago se contrair, gemendo contra a boca dele quando goza pela segunda vez. Joaquin, ao sentir você se contrair ao redor dele, não consegue evitar, gozando também enquanto faz alguns movimentos atrapalhados pela sensação do orgasmo atravessar o corpo dele.

Aos poucos ele para os movimentos, gemendo contra o seu pescoço quando termina de gozar e você sente cada parte dele pulsando dentro de você. Você fecha os olhos quando ele cai sobre o seu corpo, com o rosto na curva do seu pescoço, relaxando aos poucos junto com ele. Você tira as pernas ao redor da cintura dele e deixa elas caírem sobre o colchão, trêmulas por causa do orgasmo.

Você vira o rosto em direção a janela quando uma claridade invade o quarto rapidamente, então ouve a chuva caindo e não parece ter diminuído desde que vocês chegaram ali. Um trovão mais uma vez é ouvido e você sente Joaquin respirar silenciosamente contra você, achando que ele tinha dormido, mas quando você cutuca o braço dele, ele ergue a cabeça e te encara, sorrindo preguiçosamente.

— Isso foi muito bom — ele fala, com a voz arrastada. Ele se levanta e sai de dentro de você, te deixando com a sensação de vazio, mas ele volta e deixa um beijo lento nos seus lábios, te arrancando suspiros. — Vou te limpar.

Ele se levanta e anda até o banheiro, voltando com um pouco de papel e passando entre suas pernas, tirando o que havia ficado ali, indo até o banheiro e voltando logo em seguida. Ele deita ao seu lado e te puxa contra ele, colocando um braço embaixo da sua cabeça, te fazendo ficar deitada contra o peito dele. Você quase suspira quando ele deixa um beijo nos seus cabelos, um carinho que você há muito tempo não tinha com ninguém.

— Está pronta para me dar una chance? — ele pergunta enquanto passa os dedos pelas suas costas.

Você solta uma risada baixa e não responde de início, pensando em todas as possibilidades, mas não querendo prometer nada a ele.

— Eu posso pensar no seu caso — você responde, fazendo desenhos invisíveis no peito nu dele. — Vamos ver como as coisas se desenrolam.

Você não quer pensar no futuro, nas coisas que podem acontecer ao namorar com ele. Nada disso passa pela sua cabeça enquanto você aproveita a sensação de estar deitada ali com ele, sentindo o sono se aproximar enquanto a chuva se faz presente do lado de fora.

— Eu posso lidar com isso.

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Put On Your Raincoats | Come With Me My Love (Wishman, 1976)

Come With Me My Love starts in the 1920s, when a turtleneck-sporting Jeffrey Hurst sees his wife Ursula Austin in bed with another man. When Austin is found out, she tells him, unimpressed, "You fool, I never cared about you. He's the only man I ever loved."In a burst of anger, Hurst kills them both, and then dismayed ("Even in death you're not mine"), turns the gun on himself. Flash forward to present day (by which I mean the seventies), and a woman the spitting image of Austin’s character and conveniently also played by Austin comes into the same apartment. Yet sinister (and arguably sexy) events transpire, as the ghost of Hurst (in the same turtleneck, but captured in photonegative effects) terrorizes her in sinister (and arguably sexy) ways, like having sex with her while invisible, and killing her other sexual partners. (And seemingly causing their lovemaking to be drawn out for hours. I guess he takes a one for you, one for me approach.)

Come With Me My Love is one of two hardcore pornographic features directed by Doris Wishman. Like at least a few other directors who ended up working in the genre, she apparently didn’t like it too much, and may have delegated the filming of the hardcore scenes to an assistant director. This definitely feels true to the results, as the scenes feel anonymous and mostly divorced from Wishman’s overall visual style. Of her work that I’ve seen, the premise most brings to mind Indecent Desires, where a woman is sexually terrorized by an evil loner with a voodoo doll. In that movie, Wishman’s floating camerawork finds a poetry and poignancy in these scenes, so that they carry a certain charge. Yes, we’re supposed to be enjoying this woman being stripped naked, but at what price? Here, the indifference with which the explicit sex is captured never really evokes the tension between our prurient enjoyment and the plight of heroine. And aside from maybe one group scene that had a slight Rube-Goldberg-esque configuration and rhythm, I found most of the sex scenes pretty boring, but I suppose if you like these people enough you might get something out of it. I’m watching it in 2022 through a Doris Wishman auteurist lens. Perhaps it played differently to the degenerates in the porno theatre. If one of them pulled a Fred Willard during their screening, I wouldn’t hold it against them.

This does have a pretty respectable cast for a ‘70s porno, featuring the great Annie Sprinkle as the heroine’s sexy neighbour, the great Vanessa Del Rio as the heroine’s sexy...friend (I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t pay too much attention to what their relationship was, but I’m also not gonna complain if Del Rio shows up in a porno), the great Robert Kerman, the...uh pretty good Levi Richards, Nancy Dare and Michael Gaunt, as well as the aforementioned Hurst. (Austin I’m not terribly familiar with, although apparently I’ve seen a few of her efforts.) Gaunt and Hurst have been very funny elsewhere (in American Babylon and the non-porno Sex Appeal, respectively), although they don’t really get to use such talents here. (I must note that Hurst’s mustache in photonegative makes him look like a jack-o-lantern, so I suppose he did provide a few chuckles.) I will note that Sprinkle has the great idea of trying to cheer up Austin with a bout of lesbian sex, which is always worth a shot, and in another scene wears a dress with a cute print. So she was obviously my favourite character. And in classic porno fashion, this has a pretty eclectic soundtrack, at one point channeling Henry Mancini’s Touch of Evil score and at another point regaling us with xylophone music. I assume this was the cue to the audience to pull a Fred Willard.

And if the sex scenes lack her signature, the movie is unmistakably a product of Wishman’s hand in other ways. The patchwork depiction of the opening murder, with the shot of the clenched first, the shot of the gun, and the fact we don’t actually see the gun fire, feel both abstract and tactile in ways that feel entirely Wishman-esque. This style is applied even more amusingly to another death scene, where characters are supposed to be looking at a man who fell to his death from a window, and you get two people looking to the left of the screen with their heads slightly lowered, no actual shot of a window, and a decontextualized closeup of a man's face on the pavement. (Let me pull out my protractor and see if this breaks the 180-rule.) This has a surprising amount of sync sound, or at least people moving their mouths in the direction of the camera. (I assume the sound recording budget went further with a porno.) The Wishman touch even sneaks briefly into the sex scenes, with the slow pan to the mirror to evoke Hurst’s invisibility and the slow pans back (I assume to give him enough time to hide or come out from behind cover). We also get a goofy outdoor scene to fill the runtime where some punkass kid keeps throwing snowballs at our heroine. And like many of Wishman’s movies and many porno movies, this looks to have been shot mostly inside apartments, although I haven’t been studying her work closely enough to determine if this is the same apartment as her other movies. The wallpaper is a memorably angry shade of red, although it’s hidden in the earlier scenes through the sepia-toned footage.

So yes, there is some of the classic Wishman magic here, just usually not when people are fucking and sucking. Unfortunately, that’s a good chunk of the movie.

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THE EPITAPH VOL. 78 - WARNER ARCHIVE MARCH RELEASES EDITION!

THE EPITAPH VOL. 78

WARNER ARCHIVE MARCH RELEASES EDITION!

3 GODFATHERS (1948) - LITTLE DRUMMER GIRL (1984) - THEY DRIVE BY NIGHT (1940) - STAND AND DELIVER (1984) - THE BOOB (1926) & WHY BE GOOD? (1929) - MONEY TALKS (1997)

3 GODFATHERS (1948)

Label: Warner Archive

Region Code: Region-Free

Rating: Unrated

Duration: 106 Minutes 16 Seconds

Audio: English DTS-HD MA 2.0 Dual-Mono with Optional English

Video: 1080p HD Fullscreen (1.37:1)

Director: John Ford

Cast: John Wayne, Pedro Armendariz, Harry Carey, Jr., Ward Bond, Mae Marsh, Jane Darwell, Ben Johnson

In the John Wayne/John Ford team-up 3 Godfathers based on Peter B. Kyne's 1913 novel, which had already been screen adapted several time before, including one by Ford himself. Here we have three desperados Bob Hightower (John Wayne, The Shootist), Pete (Pedro Armendáriz, Fort Apache) and The Abilene Kid (Harry Carey Jr., Rio Grande) ride into Welcome, Arizona to rob the bank. They make their escape on horseback but Pete is shot and wounded in the process, and Sheriff Buck Sweet (Ward Bond, Rio Bravo) manages to shoot a hole in their water bag leaving them without water to quench their thirst. Now wandering the desert looking for water and the keen sheriff always one step ahead of them, keeping them from nearby water supplies. They become lost during a sandstorm and losing their horses the trio end-up at a dried-up watering hole where they they come upon a covered wagon, inside is the Sheriff's niece in labor with a child. They aid her in giving birth, but she dies from complications of birthing, but not before she name the baby "Robert William Pedro Hightower" after the names of the men, making them promise to save her baby, and naming the godfathers of the child, which they out to do, but when the Sheriff discovers his daughter's death he blames in on the three desperados. This is a wonderful Technicolor shot western with a terrific cast, the Death Valley backdrop is stunning, especially during the windstorm scenes that look fantastic in restored HD. The restoration looks fantastic, extras include a beautifully restored version of MGM's earlier black and white version Three Godfathers (1936), directed by Richard Boleslavski and starring Chester Morris and Lewis Stone, plus Trailers for both film. I love having the earlier version on here as well, it makes for an interesting contrast and compare as the earlier version is much grimmer, with the Bob character played by Morris being a cutthroat killer, and heavier on the religious analogy, and it's also beautifully shot, making this a fantastic double-feature.

Special Features:

- Three Godfathers (1936) (80:59) (1080p HD 1.33:1, DTS-HD MA 2.0 Dual Mono with Optional English Subtitles)

- Original Theatrical Trailer (1948) (3:20)

- Original Theatrical Trailer (1936) (1:59)

LITTLE DRUMMER GIRL (1984)

Label: Warner Archive

Region Code: Region-Free

Rating: R

Duration: 130 Minutes 34 Seconds

Audio: English 2.0 Stereo with Optional English Subtitles

Video: 1080p HD Widescreen (1.85:1)

Director: George Roy Hill

Cast: Diane Keaton, Yorgo Voyagis, Klaus Kinski, Sami Frey

In this overstuffed thriller Diane Keaton (Annie Hall) stars as Charlie, an American stage actress working in Europe is recruited by Israeli Intelligence agency Mossad to go undercover to track down a Palestinian terrorist Khalil (Sami Frey, Black Widow) who is targeting high-profile Jews. Directed by George Roy Hill (Funny Farm) and adapted from the 1983 novel of the same name by John le Carré this cloak and dagger thriller also features Klaus Kinski (Aguirre, the Wrath of God) as Israeli spymaster Martin Kurtz, Yorgo Voyagis as spy Joseph who seduces and recruits Charlie, pulling her into a web of lies that ends up with her acting a double-agent being taken to Beirut to train at a terrorist camp before being send on assignment by Khalil to assassinate a Jewish professor. The film takes us to London, Munich, Athens, Jerusalem and Beirut , there's a menagerie of characters that float in and out that make it a bit difficult to stay focused on the main plot. Also not helping is that the film is so overstuffed that character motivations are merely sketches, I never did quite figure out how a pro-Palestinian anti-Zionist left-wing actress was successfully recruited by Israeli intelligence to their cause, let alone to seduce and kill for them. Needless to say, in these current times this is an interesting premise that might get some attention now that its making it;s HD debut, but I doubt it will generate much conversation in that it feels so muddled and muted. This is one that I had never seen nor heard of until it was announced, coming from the director of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, The Sting, Funny Farm and The World According to Garp, I was curious about it, but did not end up loving it, even Kinski seems subdued unmotivated this time around, and you could usually count on madman Kinski to deliver the goods, but like everyone else he seems to be struggling with the material. The Blu-ray from Warner Archive is handsomely restored and filmic with uncompressed audio, the only extras is a Trailer.

Special Features:

- Original Theatrical Trailer (1:49)

THEY DRIVE BY NIGHT (1940)

Labe: Warner Archive

Region Code: Region Free

Rating: Unrated

Duration: 95 Minutes

Audio: English DTS-HD MA 2.0 Dual-Mono with Optional English Subtitles

Video: 1080p HD (1.33:1)

Director: Raoul Walsh

Cast: George Raft, Ann Sheridan, Ida Lupino, Humphrey Bogart, Gale Page, Alan Hale, Roscoe Carns

Amidst the Great Depression independent truckers Joe and Paul Fabrini are barely making ends meet, and at the start of the film are three payments behind on their rig. Paul (Humphrey Bogart, The Maltese Falcon) dreams of spending more time with his wife, and holding down a corporate gig with steady hours and pay, while and Joe (George Raft, Scarface) has his eye on becoming a trucking bigwig someday. At a diner Joe encounters red-haired Cassie Hartley (Ann Sheridan, Angels with Dirty Faces), who is easy on the eyes and quick-witted, they start a relationship and shortly after Paul loses an arm in an accident after he falls asleep at the wheel. Joe ends up accepting a managerial job working for a trucking outfit run by Ed Carlson (Alan Hale Sr.) but finds himself ducking come-on by the guy's wife Lana Carlson (Ida Lupino, The Big Knife), who is straight-up troub le from her first second on screen. Tired of her drunken husband she murders him and offers Joe a 50% stake in the company, with strings attached, 'natch. However, when Joe announces he's getting married she confesses to the crime, but she's gonna take Joe with her! Joe of her husband's murder in this hard-edged, classic drama directed by Raoul Walsh (High Sierra) starts off as an engrossing wildcat trucker melodrama and evolves into a damn fine noir-tinged thriller with Ida Lupino stealing the show as the increasingly unhinged Mrs. Carlson. Bogart is also terrific, but he plates third fiddle after Lupino's femme fatale and stand-up guy Raft, maybe even fourth after the wisecracking Sheridan who is fantastic as well, but he has presence to spare, and it's not surprise that he went onto Hollywood icon status not long after. The Blu-ray from Warner Archive looks impressive in HD, not a blemish to squint at anywhere, solid grayscale and largely filmlike. Extras include a Lux Radio Theater Broadcast starring George Raft and Lana Turner; a 11-min featurette with historians Leonard Maltin, Eric Lax, and Robert Osborne waxing nostalgic; a vintage 19-min musical-comedy short, plus the trailer.

Special Features:

- Lux Radio Theater Broadcast with George Raft and Lana Turner (6/2/41) (44:22)

- Featurette: Divided Highway - The Story of They Drive By Night (10:35)

- Vintage WB Short SWINGTIME IN THE MOVIES (1938) (19:09)

- Original Theatrical Trailer (1:51)

STAND AND DELIVER (1984)

Label: Warner Archive

Region Code: Region-Free

Rating: PG

Duration: 103 Minutes 33 Seconds

Audio: English DTS-HD MA 2.0 with Optional English Subtitles

Video: 1080p HD Widescreen (1.85:1)

Director: Ramon Menendez

Cast: Edward James Olmos, Lou Diamond Phillips, Rosana De Soto, Andy Garcia, Ingrid Oliu, Vanessa Marquez, Estelle Harris

The based-on-a-true-story drama Stand and Deliver (1988) is directed by Ramón Menéndez (Money For Nothing), and stars Edward James Olmos (Blade Runner) as Jaime 'Kemo' Escalante, a quirky teacher at a East Los Angeles inner-city high school where the students routinely under perform academically. When he learns that the school accreditation is on the line he sets the goal of having his kids not only learn calculus but to have them ace the Advanced Placement Calculus by their senior year. The unruly kids are initially reluctant and difficult to reign in, but he wins them over through his oddball and unconventional ways of teaching. This is one of those feel good inspirational movies that while largely embellished and dramatized for cinematic effect is was quite an enjoyable watch when I saw it on cable numerous times as a teen, if a bit trite when pitted against reality these days. That's not to say their are not teachers out there who go above and beyond for their kids, there absolutely are and I was lucky to had a few myself, but this is just a bit too saccharine and overly dramatized to ever hot on an emotional level for me, especially now as a jaded adult, this feels like a Hollywood fairytale more than anything resembling reality. The film also stars Lou Diamond Phillips (Supernova) as a gang member who initially gives Kemo hassles, other actors playing students include Ingrid Oliu (Hellhole), and the late Vanessa Marquez (Maniac Cop III: Badge of Silence), plus keep an eye out for Estelle Harris (George's mom from Seinfeld!) as a the principal's secretary and Andy Garcia (Geostorm) who plays an agent from the Educational Testing Service who show up to investigate how a group of poor inner-city kids could do so well, suspecting cheating has transpired. That said, this was/is a popular movie, hard to believe it's only now debuting on Blu-ray thanks to the Warner Archive, who do a terrific job restoring it for it's Blu-ray debut.

Special Features:

- Original Theatrical Trailer

THE BOOB (1926) & WHY BE GOOD? (1929) SILENT CLASSICS DOUBLE-FEATURE

Label: Warner Archive

Region Code: Region-Free

Rating: Unrated

Duration: 60 Minutes 15 Seconds (The Boob) / 81 Minutes 22 Seconds (Why Be Good?)

Audio: DTS-HD MA 2.0 Dual-Mono

Video: B&W 1080p HD Fullscreen (1.33:1)

Director: William A. Wellman & William A. Seiter

Cast: Gertrude Olmstead, George K. Arthur, Joan Crawford, Charles Murray, Colleen Moore

In The Boob (1926) simple country boy Peter Good (George K. Arthur), the titular boob. is crestfallen when his former gal Amy (Gertrude Olmsted) becomes infatuated by city dandy Harry Benson (Antonio D’Algy). His friend Cactus Jim comes up with a plan to win her back by dressing up Peter in a poor-fitting cowboy outfit and arming him with a six-shooter, so he can round-up some alleged bootleggers, ti impress her. Also around are Peter's pal Ham Bunn and his faithful dog Benzine, the latter of whom actually provides most the this flick's entertainment. The plot involves Peter storming a local club The Booklovers, an alleged book-themed speakeasy. It turns out that Benson is a bootlegger, and we also get an early appearance from Joan Crawford (Strait-Jacket) as an undercover prohibition agent. The silent-era sight gags and comedy are a tad uninspired, but the slapstick shenanigans are not without charm. An early film from director William A. Wellman (Westward the Women) didn;t exactly set my eyeballs on fire but still an interesting comedy surio of the silent era.

The second half of this silent era double-feature is WHy be Good? (1929) wherein wide-eyed star Colleen Moore (The Scarlett Letter) plays vivacious jazz-era flapper Pert Kelly, who is a good girl who works at a department store, but loves to dance in the trendy flapper fashions, have a good time, and enter dance competitions, much to the chagrin of her father who feel the lifestyle is immoral. After a night on the town she meets Winthrop Peabody Jr (Neil Hamilton, Commissioner Gordon from the 60's Batman TV show!) and hit it off bigtime, but it turns out he's the son of her employer which creates complications at the workplace when it is revealed that he is the new personnel manager at the store, but that his father had forbade him to date the staff. This one has more substance that The Boob, a good mix of melodrama and comedy, some fantastic dancing sequences, but it's Olmstead who singularly steals the show here, such a cutey, as her virtue is put to the test by Winthrop. Both flicks looks stellar with handsome restorations that are quite stunning for these nearly century old films, the latter shows some scratches and both of brief moments of wonky contrast but otherwise these look marvelous. The Boob is a silent film, but we do get a fun piano score by Arthur Barrow that was added to the film in 2003, and Why Be Good? which is a sound-comedy features the original Vitaphone soundtrack with musical score, sound effects and synchronized singing, though no other audible dialogue. The Vitaphone soundtrack is nicely restored but does have a light layer of hiss, but never rising to the level of distraction. No extras for this silent-era double-feature but seeing these nearly 100 year-old comedies get loving restorations is treat enough for me.

Special Features:

- None

MONEY TALKS (1997)

Label: Warner Archive

Region Code: Region-Free

Rating: R

Duration: 96 Minutes

Audio: English DTS-HD MA 2.0 Dual-Mono with Optional English Subtitles

Video: 1080p HD Widescreen (2.39:1)

Director: Brett Ratner

Cast: Chris Tucker, Charlie Sheen, Heather Locklear, Gerard Ismael, Paul Sorvino

I am used to Warner Archive unearthing flicks from the 30's through the 6o's that are new to me, but it's pretty rare that I see them bring a 90's flick to Blu-ray that I have never heard of previously, as is the case with this Bret Ratner (Rush Hour) directed action-comedy starring Chris Tucker (The Fifth Element) as Franklin Hatchett, a fast-talking small time car wash hustler in L.A. who gets busted after the meddling of tabloid TV reporter James Russell (Charlie Sheen, The Boys Next Door). On a prison bound bus Franklin is seated next to French criminal Raymond Villard (Gerard Ismael, The Last Romantic Lover) when his crew attack the transport, in the bloody aftermath Franklin is wrongfully accused of killing cops, he manages to escape with his life but seeks out the help of news reporter Russell, and both end up wrongfully accused and on the run from the law and Villard and his henchmen. If you're a fan of Rush Hour this certainly falls into that sweet spot of urban action-comedy, we have a straight man, the annoying antics of Tucker, and plenty of L.A. scenery. There's also a stellar cast here, we have both Paul Gleason (Sixteen Candles) and Daniel Roebuck (Dudes) as detectives, Heather Locklear (The Return of Swamp Thing) as James fiancé, Elise Neal (Mission To Mars) as Paula Franklin's pregger girlfriends, plus Paul Sorvino (The Stuff) and Veronica Cartwright (Invasion of the Body Snatchers) as James's soon to be in-laws. Super breezy, action-packed and slickly made, this was a fun 90's action-comedy that delivered everything I expected, car chases, shoot outs, explosions galore, and snappy banter between the leads. The new scan looks terrific with excellent depth and clarity, color reproduction pleases with lots of punchy highlights, and the uncompressed audio is solid. The only extras is a Trailer, which is a bummer, but otherwise a top-notch A/V presentation for an underserved flick.

Special Features:

- Original Theatrical Trailer

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Episode 180 - Pulp

This episode we’re talking about the fiction genre of Pulp! We talk about aliens, Mounties, sleuths, and vigilantes as discuss what counts as pulp and what doesn’t!

You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, Google Podcasts, or your favourite podcast delivery system.

In this episode

Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray | Jam Edwards

Things We Read (or tried to…)

Zenith Rand, Planet Vigilante by Richard Tooker

The Aliens by Murray Leinster

“All the Colors of the Rainbow” by Leigh Brackett

Republished in The Future is Female! 25 Classic Science Fiction Stories by Women, from Pulp Pioneers to Ursula K. Le Guin edited by Lisa Yaszek

The Blaft Anthology of Tamil Pulp Fiction, Vol. I edited by Rakesh Khanna, translated by Pritham K. Chakravarthy

Sally the Sleuth by Adolphe Barreaux - Forward by Tim Hanley

Scarlet Riders: Pulp Fiction Tales of the Mounties edited by Don Hutchison

Planet Scumm - Issue 15: Major Arcana

The Battle of York by James Stoddard

Other Media We Mentioned

Two-Fisted Library Stories on itch.io

Encyclopedia of Pulp Fiction Writers by Lee Server

Sensuous Science Fiction from the Weird and Spicy Pulps edited by Sheldon Jaffery

McSweeney's Enchanted Chamber of Astonishing Stories edited by Michael Chabon

A Study in Emerald by Neil Gaiman (Wikipedia)

The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde (Wikipedia)

Links, Articles, and Things

Episode 179 - Battle of the Books 2023

The Fantastical Pulp Art of 1960s and ’70s Mexico

Two-Fisted Library Stories on itch.io

The Shadow (Wikipedia)

Pulp collections available online:

The Pulp Magazines Project: “an archive of all-fiction pulpwood magazine from 1896-1946”

The Pulp Magazine Archive at Internet Archive

Weird menace (Wikipedia)

Episode 19: Weird Fiction (not “New Weird” as Matthew says)

Sauron (comics) (Wikipedia)

Betty Ross (Wikipedia)

Heritage Minutes: Sam Steele

Canada Vignettes: Log Driver's Waltz

15 Pulp Novels & Anthologies by BIPOC Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

Adios Muchachos by Daniel Chavarría, translated by Carlos Lopez

Ring Shout by P. Djèlí Clark

Bad Men and Wicked Women by Eric Jerome Dickey

Four Bullets for Dillon by Derrick Ferguson

The Green Lama: Scions by Adam Lance Garcia

The Banks by Roxane Gay and Ming Doyle

A Rage in Harlem by Chester Himes

Blind Corners by Jemir Robert Johnson

It Came from Del Rio by Stephen Graham Jones

The Blaft Anthology of Tamil Pulp Fiction edited by Rakesh Khanna, translated by Pritham K. Chakravarthy

Vengeance is Mine, All Others Pay Cash by Eka Kurniawan, translated by Annie Tucker

Once Upon a Time in Afrika by Balogun Ojetade

One-Shot Harry by Gary Phillips

Black Pulp II edited by Kimberly Richardson

Trail of Lightning by Rebecca Roanhorse

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Join us again on Tuesday, August 22nd when we’ll be talking about books and other media we’ve recently enjoyed!

Then on Tuesday, September 5th when we’ll be discussing the format of Lyric Poetry!

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New Comic Book Releases - 4/05/23

If you're not familiar with where to go to find comics you can use this locator. Let's go ahead and take a look at what's out this week. If you want to see what you may have missed in the past, check here. 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One Thought About Each Book I Read This Year

Book Stats: 47 (possibly 48?) books; 60% fiction; 40% non-fiction; 57% female-identifying authors; 12.7% in translation

Sex with Shakespeare by Jillian Keenan: This woman gets me; like, yes, I too have figured out everything from grief to sexuality through shakespeare.

Galatea by Madeline Miller: sometimes we all need to write a caffeine-fueled one-shot piece of fanfic at 2am and some of us have access to professional publishers

I Am, I Am, I Am: Seventeen Brushes with Death by Maggie O'Farrell: Like every Maggie O'Farrell book, I read this, love this, cried at it, and no longer remember what it was about.

Hour of the Witch by Chris Bojalian: I wanted to bite everyone in this book. And not in a sexy way.

The Mirror and the Light by Hilary Mantel: A tale of what happens when the gatekeep, gaslight, girlboss meme reaches its final form.

Notes from the Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky: Why I decided to read this when I was so depressed I could barely shower I don't know but I did and it didn't help. 10/10 read though.

Little Weirds by Jenny Slate: A book that is maybe bad but maybe saved my life.

The Testament of Mary by Colm Toibin: oh but this was an interesting one--a refocus on Mary as a mother.

Nomadland by Jessica Bruder: Important topic, bad execution.

Bolla by Pajtim Statovici: this man took every trigger warning that has ever existed and called it a book; jesus christ, my guy. nihilism is just exhausting

This is Water by David Foster Wallace: I loved this! So important!

A Practical Christianity by Jane Shaw: Fine.

The Good Lord Bird by James McBride: Mixed feelings! I'm glad I read it and will never read again; also frederick douglass wasn't a pedophile. i just. for the record.

This Will All Be Over Soon by Cecily Strong: I thought this was a beautiful book and I'm so glad I got to meet Owen through these pages.

How The Irish Saved Civilization by Thomas Cahill: LOL not great history but a GREAT read.

Sprit Run by Noe Alvarez: This was. Not Good. I'm sorry. I was rooting for you.

Tyrant by Stephen Greenblatt: This will be remembered not for being a great book on Shakespeare but for being an artifact of its time and that's alright with me actually.

Snow, Glass, Apples by Neil Gaiman: Fun rainy night read.

Gentleman Jack by Anna Choma; One of my favorites of the year and now I'm horny for a dead woman. Again.

Fludd by Hilary Mantel: I love nuns that spontaneously burst into flame too, hilary.

Blood Water Paint by Joy McCollough: NO

The Abolition of Man & The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis: I'm going to be honest with you, I skimmed The Abolition of Man but the Great Divorce maybe altered my brain chemistry or at least gave me a framework for my brain chemistry to exist

The Silence of the Girls by Pat Barker: If you read this book and don't like this book, I'm going to bite you. Once again, not in a sexy way.

Bluets by Maggie Nelson: What a wonderful little volume about love and loss and color.

Becoming Mrs. Lewis by Patti Callahan: I liked this so much more than I thought I was going to! I would totally read more of her c.s. lewis fanfiction

The Education of an Idealist by Samantha Power: I have a crush on Samantha Power. also, a good introduction to the ideas behind liberal interventionism and the obama administration's foreign policy trajectory

The True Tragedie of Richard III by Thomas Legge: This made me laugh out loud multiple times.

The Essex Serpent by Sarah Perry: a group of lovely characters looking at fOsSiLs. everyone in this book is precious to me.

If We Were Villians by M.L. Rio: guys, it's just a mystery novel and a rather unremarkable one at that.

A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis: I mean what is there to say. beautiful.

Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata: i really want to go to a convenience store in japan.

All the Feels by Olivia Dade: the most heterosexual novel ever

House of Names by Colm Toibin: the first third of this is gorgeous and the last 2/3s are hot garbage

The Lost Daughter by Elena Ferrante: I need to call my mom both more and less.

I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jeannette McCurdy: what a back to back reading experience and i am also glad her mom is dead?!?!?!?!?

Disfigured by Amanda LeDuc: I wanted to like this so, so much and I am so, so sorry that I didn't

Rubyfruit Jungle by Rita Mae Brown: I wish i had this woman's body count.

Endurance: Shackleton's Incredible Voyage by Alan Lansing: THIS IS HOW YOU WRITE NARRATIVE NON FICTION THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT

White Nights by Fyodor Dostoyevsky: Lovely.

Orwell's Roses by Rebecca Solnit: meandering. gorgeous. impactful. nonsensical.

Deathless by Cathrynne M. Valente: it has been probably the book that has impacted my writing the most this year; people underestimate the power of this book, i think

I Was Better Last Night by Harvey Fierstein: i learned a lot about fierstein in this book but mostly about how you must fail to create art

Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman: now a sigyn/angroboda/loki shipper. i'm sorry, they rule my brain now.

Milk Fed by Melissa Brouder: JUSTICE FOR MIRIAM

The Good Man Jesus and the Scoundrel Christ by Philip Pullman: Who knew that Jesus having an evil twin could produce the most boring book ever

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle: Calvin O'Keefe IS the reason I am still single.

The Swallowed Man by Edward Carey: You need to read the dedication to understand this book.

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My 100 best movies of all time

As a start, this is a top 100 I made back in 2018.

To make things tasty, the first rule I followed was "no more than one movie per director". The second one was "don't get mad trying to order that top 100, just write it down".

I told myself a lot of lies about the fact that this top could change any day but I'm too lazy to make a new one every day. So here I am, stuck with this one :)

BEST MOVIES OF ALL TIME ACCORDING TO ME (with no particular order)

Kiss Me Deadly (1955, Robert Aldrich)

The Professionals (1966, Richard Brooks)

Indagine su un cittadino al di sopra di ogni sospetto (1970, Elio Petri)

Queimada (1969, Gillo Pontecorvo)

C'eravamo tanto amati (1974, Ettore Scola)

Reservoir dogs (1992, Quentin Tarantino)

The Killing (1956, Stanley Kubrick)

Notorious (1946, Alfred Hitchcock)

The Asphalt Jungle (1950, John Huston)

Les enfants du paradis (1946, Marcel Carné)

Kiss Me Stupid (1964, Billy Wilder)

Sullivan's Travels (1941, Preston Sturges)

The Shop Around The Corner (1940, Ernst Lubitsch)

Rio Bravo (1959, Howard Hawks)

The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962, John Ford)

The Conversation (1974, Francis Ford Coppola)

Le trou (1960, Jacques Becker)

Dead Poets Society (1989, Peter Weir)

Le salaire de la peur (1953, Henri-Georges Clouzot)

Judex (1963, Georges Franju)

The Departed (2006, Martin Scorsese)

The Prestige (2006, Christopher Nolan)

Unbreakable (M. Night Shyamalan)

Le cercle rouge (1970, Jean-Pierre Melville)

Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo (1966, Sergio Leone)

Curse of the Demon (1957, Jacques Tourneur)

Singin' In The Rain (1952, Stanley Donnen - Gene Kelly)

Hero (1992, Stephen Frears)

It's a Wonderful Life (1946, Frank Capra)

All About Eve (1950, Joseph L. Mankiewicz)

Das indische Grabmal (1959, Fritz Lang)

Le voleur (1967, Louis Malle)

Born Yesterday (1950, George Cukor)

Ben-Hur (1959, William Wyler)

Seven Samurai (1954, Akira Kurosawa)

Ginger e Fred (1986, Federico Fellini)

Small Time Crooks (2000, Woody Allen)

Barton Fink (1991, Joel and Ethan Coen)

Batman returns (1992, Tim Burton)

I due superpiedi quasi piatti (1977, Enzo Barboni)

The Goonies (1985, Richard Donner)

Carlito's Way (1993, Brian De Palma)

French Connection (1971, William Friedkin)

The Incredible Shrinking Man (1957, Jack Arnold)

Gremlins 2 (1990, Joe Dante)

The Bad and the Beautiful (1952, Vincente Minnelli)

Warlock (1959, Edward Dmytryk)

The Unknown (1927, Tod Browning)

Johnny Got His Gun (1971, Dalton Trumbo)

El ángel exterminador (1962, Luis Buñuel)

Le grand blond avec une chaussure noire (1972, Yves Robert)

Down by Law (1986, Jim Jarmusch)

Jurassic Park (1993, Steven Spielberg)

Ladri di biciclette (1948, Vittorio De Sica)

Man without a Star (1955, King Vidor)

Peter Ibbetson (1935, Henry Hathaway)

City Lights (1931, Charlie Chaplin)

Il mio nome è Nessuno (1973, Tonino Valerii)

Excalibur (1981, John Boorman)

Dance of the Vampires (1967, Roman Polanski)

Au hasard Balthazar (1966, Robert Bresson)

Be Kind Rewind (2008, Michel Gondry)

The Fly (1986, David Cronenberg)

Mononoke hime (1997, Hayao Miyazaki)

Les Douze Travaux d'Asterix (1976, René Goscinny - Albert Uderzo)

Touch Of Evil (1958, Orson Welles)

Star Wars (1977, George Lucas)

The Empire Strikes Back (1980, Irvin Kershner)

Groundhog Day (1993, Harold Ramis)

The Front (1976, Martin Ritt)

Big (1988, Penny Marshall)

El secreto de sus ojos (2009, Juan José Campanella)

Amores perros (2000, Alejandro González Iñárritu)

El espinazo del diablo (2001, Guillermo del Toro)

The Man in the White Suit (1951, Alexander Mackendrick)

Village of the Damned (1960, Wolf Rilla)

The Thing (1982, John Carpenter)

Ms. 45 (1981, Abel Ferrara)

The Gunfighter (1951, Henry King)

Copland (1997, James Mangold)

Terminator 2 (1991, James Cameron)

Starship Troopers (1997, Paul Verhoeven)

Le Schpountz (1938, Marcel Pagnol)

12 Monkeys (1995, Terry Gilliam)

Man on the Moon (1999, Milos Forman)

Imitation of Life (1959, Douglas Sirk)

The Most Dangerous Game (1932, Ernest B. Schoedsack and Irving Pichel)

A Perfect World (1993, Clint Eastwood)

Dances with Wolves (1990, Kevin Costner)

Gentleman Jim (1942, Raoul Walsh)

Good Will Hunting (1997, Gus Van Sant)

Elephant Man (1980, David Lynch)

Casablanca (1942, Michael Curtiz)

The Man with the Golden Arm (1955, Otto Preminger)

The Killers (1946, Robert Siodmak)

Punch-Drunk Love (2002, Paul Thomas Anderson)

L'Atalante (1934, Jean Vigo)

La classe américaine (1993, Michel Hazanavicius and Dominique Mézerette)

Back to the Future (1985, Robert Zemeckis)

Un singe en hiver (1962, Henri Verneuil)

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my hand slipped

Ship: Oliver Marks/James Farrow

Characters: Oliver Marks, James Farrow, Meredith Dardenne (mentioned), Richard Stirling (mentioned)

Plot summary: At the news that James had killed himself, Oliver tries to follow in his lover's footsteps, only to find a rather unexpected visitor at the end of it all.

Tags: angst, fluff and angst, fix-it, canon compliant, post-canon, so much Shakespeare, etc.

TW: This story talks explicitly about suicide and mental illness, so please take care of yourselves <3

" James hesitates, silent words on his lips. Finally, he says, “If I know what love is, it is because of you.”

“That’s not Shakespeare,” I say. I don’t recognize it.

James drops his hand, and I suddenly feel empty without his touch. “Is that okay?”

“It’s… different,” I say.

“Is different okay? I don’t think… I can’t… I’m not who I used to be. Ten years has changed me.”

Slowly, cautiously, I touch his hand. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move. I take it as my sign to say, “It may take me some time to get used to, but different is okay. Different is wonderful.” "

#iwwv #if we were villains #ml rio #oliver marks #james farrow #oliver x james #richard stirling #meredith dardenne #dark academia #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #one shot

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olá!! primeiro imagine com o piquerez, espero que gostem xx se tiverem alguma ideia, podem enviar na caixinha :))

avisos: hot

— Entra — falo para Joaquin assim que abro a porta do meu apartamento. Ele usa o uniforme de viagem do time, inclusive o casaco com touca, provavelmente tentando passar despercebido pelas pessoas na rua.

Ele suspira enquanto passa por mim, deixando apenas um selinho nos meus lábios. O jogo de hoje contra o São Paulo foi péssimo e eu não tenho dúvidas que ele vai passar pelo menos cinco dias pensando nisso.

Assim que o jogo acabou ele me mandou mensagem perguntando se poderia vir até o meu apartamento, respondi rapidamente o sim, sabendo que ele viria do CT direto para cá.

— Posso tomar un banho? — ele pergunta, o sotaque arrastado mostrando que ele realmente não estava muito bem.

— Claro, eu vou fazer algo para você comer enquanto isso — eu digo e ele concorda, direcionando um sorriso pequeno para mim antes de caminhar em direção ao corredor e ir para o banheiro.

Joaquin e eu nos conhecemos no ano passado em uma festa de aniversário de um amigo em comum. Apenas conversamos algumas vezes até ele fazer um churrasco para alguns amigos no próprio apartamento e me convidar. Acho que todos passaram dos limites naquele dia, inclusive nós dois, pois quando eu me dei conta eu estava enroscada a ele no banheiro do quarto dele enquanto ele me fodia em pé. Depois disso, várias e várias vezes saímos e fomos parar um na cama do outro no final da noite.

Ele é o típico jogador que sabe que tem mil mulheres aos pés dele se quiser, não disfarça que é da putaria e gosta da vida de balada. E eu gosto do sexo com ele.

Ouço ele ligar o chuveiro enquanto eu decido colocar um pouco de macarrão para cozinhar, começando a preparar também um molho branco para colocar junto. Não é a primeira vez que ele vem para a minha casa após uma derrota, nem após uma vitória, também não é a primeira vez que ele vem preparado para passar a noite.

Dez minutos depois ele aparece na cozinha sem camisa, usando apenas uma bermuda de moletom e descalço. A cara dele não nega o quanto ele está triste pelo Palmeiras ter perdido o jogo.

— Como você está? — perguntando enquanto corto alguns pedaços de frango. Ele senta na bancada atrás de mim e deixa o celular no mármore, apoiando os cotovelos e colocando a cabeça entre as mãos.

— Você assistiu o jogo? — ele pergunta e eu respondo que vi apenas o último tempo. — Eu joguei ton mal, a equipa estava fora del ritmo.

— Sinto muito, mas tenho certeza que vocês vão recuperar os pontos — eu digo enquanto coloco os pedaços de carne na frigideira quente.

— Preciso postar algo en instagram… — ele diz, suspirando. — Tenho vergonha de non aparecer quando o time perde.

— Você é sempre o primeiro a postar algo, Joaquin, os outros deveriam ser assim também, mas somem por dias — eu digo.

Ele dá de ombros enquanto pega o celular, tentando escrever algo para se desculpar com a torcida enquanto pede ajuda com o que escrever.

Vinte minutos depois a janta está pronta e comemos em silêncio um ao lado do outro, pois sei que ele não está com vontade de conversar enquanto está perdido em pensamentos.

✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹

— Nossa — eu digo quando o filme que passa na televisão da sala mostra um cara comendo a mulher de quatro na praia.

Joaquin solta uma risada com a minha reação, mas não fala nada. Estamos deitados um em cada lado do sofá, porém com os pés entrelaçados. O calor não nos permitiu ficar grudados.

Claramente o filme é bem explícito e metade das cenas são o casal principal transando loucamente. Olho para Joaquin que está com os olhos fixos na tela, depois levo meu olhar até o peitoral, sentindo minha boca ficar seca. Já ficamos várias vezes, mas estou sempre morrendo de tesão por ele.

Ele percebe que estou encarando e me olha pelo canto dos olhos, erguendo o canto da boca em um sorriso pequeno, porém malicioso.

— O filme non esta interessante? — ele pergunta, enquanto arrasta um pé pelas minhas pernas.

— Está sim, mas agora poderíamos fazer outra coisa — eu respondo e ele sorri para mim. Consigo notar que o pau dele marca na bermuda de moletom, talvez por causa das cenas do filme, mas não deixo de pensar que também é por mim e isso me deixa excitada, sentindo meus peitos pesarem.

Me ajoelho no sofá, me arrastando lentamente até ele, que permanece deitado de costas enquanto me encara mordendo os lábios.

Tiro minha blusa antes de me aproximar totalmente dele, deixando meus peitos à mostra, pois eu não estava usando sutiã. Ele olha para mim como se fosse uma criança encarando um pirulito, e minha vontade é de gemer ao encarar ele.

Deslizo o shorts solto que uso para baixo e ele percebe que eu também não estava usando calcinha. Ele leva uma das mãos até o próprio pau enquanto faz movimentos de vai e vem e me encara totalmente pelada na frente dele.

— Você vai me matar — ele diz. Solto uma risada e me sento no colo dele, que está com as costas apoiadas no encosto do sofá. Me sinto excitada e se ele colocar as mãos em mim agora, vai ver o quão molhada estou.

— Eu vou fazer você se sentir bem, Joaquin — eu digo antes de levar meu rosto até o dele e procurando pelos lábios dele, iniciando um beijo quente e rápido.

A língua dele desliza contra a minha de uma forma deliciosa, esse uruguaio sabe muito bem o que fazer, mas sei o quanto ele gosta quando eu estou no controle.

Não consigo evitar quando sinto minha boceta pressionando contra o quadril dele, então automaticamente começo a me movimentar para frente e para trás enquanto ele agarra meu pescoço com uma das mãos e a outra passeia pelo meu peito.

— Tão gostosa — ele sussurra, deixando beijos e lambidas no meu pescoço. Ele leva a mão que estava no meu pescoço até o meio das minhas pernas, então leva o dedão até meu clítoris e começando a fazer movimentos circulares.

— Ah, Joaquin — eu gemo contra a pele dele, jogando a cabeça para trás logo em seguida. A sensação é boa demais para ficar quieta e eu adoro gemer alto enquanto ele me fode.

— Você gosta de foder comigo, né S/N? — ele fala, então leva dois dedos até minha entrada, metendo de uma vez só. — Você vira una puta quando está no meu colo.

Eu não respondo, apenas rebolo meu quadril contra os dedos dele, querendo gozar forte enquanto grito o nome dele. Ele continua metendo dois dedos em mim, porém quando começo a gemer desesperada, ele para.

— Mais — eu digo, levando minhas mãos até o rosto dele e segurando, levando minha boca até a dele, puxando o lábio dele com meus dentes. Ele solta um gemido enquanto força meu quadril para baixo, me fazendo sentir o pau duro dele. Duro e apenas para mim.

— Você vai gozar no meu pau — ele fala baixo, então me tira rapidamente de seu colo e tira a bermuda e a cueca em dois segundos, sentando no sofá novamente enquanto eu salivo olhando o pau dele, completamente duro e com as veias marcando, iluminado pelo pré gozo que sai. — Senta aqui, rebola pra mim.

Se eu não estivesse tão desesperada para gozar teria provocado ele, mas a necessidade era maior, e pelo jeito a dele também. Subo novamente no colo dele enquanto uma das minhas mãos fica no peito dele e a outra eu levo até o pau dele, direcionando até a minha entrada. Sento com força e sem enrolação, ouvindo ele gemer e vejo que ele fecha os olhos assim que começo a me movimentar.

Nada é tão bom quanto isso.

Faço movimentos rápidos pois estou com tanto tesão quanto ele, não gosto de brincadeiras sempre e quando quero apenas gozar e me sentir bem, sei que ele não se opõe a isso.

Aproximo meus peitos da boca dele, então ele se movimenta e leva um deles até a boca, lambendo e lambuzando tudo com saliva, assim como já falei que gosto. A mão livre dele me auxilia nos movimentos para cima e para baixo, com força, devagar.

— Que gostoso — eu gemo, sentindo a sensação do orgasmo se aproximar.

— Goza no meu pau, você vai me lambuzar inteiro — ele fala no meu ouvido, sinto meu corpo se arrepiar por completo e grito o nome dele. — Isso, geme bem alto.

— Eu vou gozar, Joaquin — eu choramingo, não querendo que a sensação acabe.

Ele leva uma mão até o meu pescoço e puxa minha boca contra a dele, deslizando a língua dele contra a minha mais uma vez. Ele se ajeita no sofá e deita de costas, me puxando para cima dele enquanto coloca os dois pés no sofá e começa a me foder por baixo, me deixando parada em cima dele.

Não consigo nem mesmo gemer com a sensação, permaneço de boca aberta e olhos fechados enquanto ele trabalha sozinho. O calor do orgasmo me atinge e sinto minha boceta apertar ao redor do pau dele, então ouço ele gemer alto no meu ouvido e sinto o líquido quente ser jorrado dentro de mim. Sinto o pau dele pulsar e na minha cabeça não passa nada além de que essa é a melhor sensação do mundo.

— Você é tão apertada ao redor do meu pau — ele fala, ainda de olhos fechados, e morde os lábios em seguida enquanto ainda sinto ele gozar dentro de mim.

Deixo meu corpo cair sobre o dele, me sentindo mole e cansada. Ele retira o pau de dentro de mim, se ajeitando ao meu lado. Não consigo falar, a sensação ainda atingindo todo o meu corpo, porém sinto a mão dele tocar no meu clítoris alguns segundos depois.

— Oh Deus — eu resmungo, de olhos fechados enquanto ele começa a fazer movimentos rápidos. Sinto mais uma vez a sensação do orgasmo me atingir e alguns segundos depois, gozo pela segunda vez.

— Estou fazendo o que você me ensinou — ele diz, se referindo ao fato de eu ter ensinado ele como fazer uma mulher gozar duas vezes seguidas.

Ele finalmente deita ao meu lado e não falamos nada, apenas aproveitamos a companhia um do outro. O sono me atinge e eu bocejo, sentindo que ele se acomoda ao meu lado e coloca um braço sobre a minha cabeça.

— Você está se sentindo melhor? — eu pergunto, baixo.

— Não tem como não me sentir bem com você — ele diz, deixando um selinho nos meus lábios, então eu caio em um sono profundo.

#joaco piquerez #piquerez #joaquin piquerez #palmeiras #joaquin piquerez imagine #fanfic #piquerez imagine #raphael veiga #richard rios #smut #piquerez smut #one shot #piquerez fanfic

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Tiptoeing through the “Work & Family” guest cast

Vyto Ruginis as Arkady Kolcheck Welcome to season 13 big guy. Ruginis was last seen in "The Noble Maidens" last season.

Kavi Ramachandran Ladnier as NCIS Reserve Agent Shyla Dahr Was in "Hard For the Money" last week (episode one of two).

Natalia Del Riego as Rosa Back from "A Land of Wolves" in January.

Christine Horn as Elliot Reynolds Back from "Pandora's Box" – the social worker at the home where Pilar was staying - in late March.

Richard Gant as Raymond Hanna Was on the phone with Sam in "MWD".

Jeffrey Doornbos as William Baker Played Dane in Vicariously, Stuart Van Kley in Wake Up, It's Tuesday!.

Guest roles include Law & Order: Criminal Intent, Arrested Development, Law & Order: SVU, Criminal Minds, Private Practice, Grey's Anatomy, Law & Order: LA, All My Children, the US edition of Prime Suspect, Hot in Cleveland, Rake, Rosewood, Famous in Love, Deception, 9-1-1: Lone Star and Dave!

Was Marshall Tomko in NCIS's "Patriot Down" season seven episode.

On the Paramount lot. Wind in his hair shot.

Dani Scott as Becca/Woman Appeared in a number of short films.

Roger Davies as Jeremy Chambers Appeared in a number of British television series and an episode of SEAL Team.

Alan Toy as Mr. Langston Longtime working actor. Played Professor Patrick Finley in Beverly Hills 90210 (1995) with guest roles in MASH, WKRP in Cincinnati, Trapper John MD, The Incredible Hulk, Quincy, The Fall Guy, AfterMASH, Hotel, Simon & Simon (Gerald McRainey was one of the Simons), Highway to Heaven, Berrengers. Benson, Airwolf, TJ Hooker, Scarecrow and Mrs. King, What's Happening Now!, Houston Knights, The Bronx Zoo, Hunter, Matlock, Equal Justice, The Sinbad Show, The Sentinel, Hangtime, Profiler, Diagnosis Murder, The West Wing, Alias and Brothers & Sisters.

Tess Rutherford as Nurse Rutherford is a real life Marine who appeared in an episode of Bull and Tino's Auto Shop. She is also the significant other of longtime NCIS/NCIS: Los Angeles/Bull director Dennis Smith.

Written by: R. Scott Gemmill wrote/cowrote “The Only Easy Day”, “Brimstone”, “Breach”, “LD50”, “Found”, “Borderline”, “Absolution”, “Archangel”, “Tin Soldiers”, “Impostors”, “Cyberthreat”, “Honor”, “The Watchers” and both sides of the NCIS Los: Angeles/Hawaii Five-0 “Touch of Death” episodes, “Recruit”, “Free Ride”, “Wanted”, “Ravens and The Swans”, “Impact”, “War Cries”, both ends of the “Deep Trouble” season five finale/season six premiere, “Inelegant Heart”, “Praesidium”, “Traitor”, “Active Measures” (season seven premiere), “Blame It On Rio”, “Internal Affairs”, “Matryoshka” part one, "Talion" (season seven finale), “High Value Target”/“Belly of the Beast” (season eight premieres), “The Queen’s Gambit”, “Under Siege”, “Unleashed” (season eight finale), “Party Crashers” (season nine’s premiere), “This Is What We Do” (episode 200), “Các Tù Nhân”, “Goodbye Vietnam”, “Ninguna Salida” (the season nine finale), “Hit List”, “Asesinos”, “Till Death Do Us Part”, “Choke Point”, “The Guardian”, “Hail Mary”, “Kill Beale Vol. 1”, “Alsiyadun”, “Fortune Favors the Brave”, “The Bear” (season 12 premiere), “Angry Karen”, “Love Kills”, “Russia, Russia, Russia”, “The Noble Maidens”, “A Tale of Two Igors” (season 12 finale), "Subject 17" (season 13 premiere), "All The Little Things" and "MWD".

Directed by: Dennis Smith directed “Fame”, “Standoff”, “Rocket Man”, “Cyberthreat”, “Exit Strategy”, “Patriot Acts”, “Out of the Past” part one, “The Livelong Day”, Between the Lines”, “Deep Trouble” part two, “Black Budget", “Black Wind”, “Blame it On Rio”, “Defectors”, “Matryoshka” part one, “Granger, O”, “The Queen’s Gambit”, “Hot Water”, “From Havana With Love”, “Plain Sight”, the lighthearted “Monster”, “Superhuman”, “One of Us”, “Smokescreen” part one, “Decoy”, “Mother” (episode 250), “Alsiyadun”, “The Bear”, “Angry Karen” and “Signs of Change” and "Fukushu".

#tiptoeing #NCIS: Los Angeles #NCIS: LA #NCIS Los Angeles #ncis la

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tragic beauty: lupe vélez - an analysis

“I had to play with boys, girls found me too rough.” - Lupe Vélez

This is an analysis I’ve wanted to cover for a while for quite a few reasons. Primarily because, in a few ways, I see myself in her and, as such, feel the need to defend her and assert her true legacy: as a pioneer. Which brings me to the main reason I wanted to do this: to correct the scurrilous rumours about her premature death cooked up by a hating ass imbecilic Aquarius whose infamous book doesn’t deserve to be named. So if you want to hear the truth about this lady, read on.

Known as the “Mexican Spitfire”, Latin bombshell Lupe Vélez was (an to an extent, still is) a much-maligned and terribly misunderstood woman. A true Cancer, she was a force of nature and unconsciously antagonized others and made them uncomfortable because of her authenticity to herself and her emotional nature. Born during a storm, she had a naturally stormy personality. She could be hilarious and charismatic one moment, and depressive and vicious the next. Instead of anyone trying to understand her, they just stuck her with the “spicy fiery Latina” stereotype, not knowing or caring what was behind it. The harshness of her life before stardom may explain some of her fearsome, yet fun, personality; she grew up with violent trauma – watching her father kill and almost be killed during the Mexican Revolution. She also is believed to have had undiagnosed bipolar disorder, which would explain her extreme moodiness and outbursts.

One of the first Latina actresses to make an impact in Hollywood, she was subjected to the racist, sexist Hollywood tropes that forever typecasted her—she was called “senorita cyclone,” and the “hot tamale”. The Hollywood press willfully misunderstood Vélez’s sex positivity and consistently portrayed her as a woman who took great pleasure in her body, and indeed, the tempestuous Vélez had numerous affairs, including a particularly torrid one with a young Gary Cooper, and a tumultuous marriage to “Tarzan” star Johnny Weissmuller. But in 1944, at age 36, she found herself pregnant with the child of a little known-actor name Harald Ramond, who would not marry her and this reality made her come undone, and like my other baby Carole Landis, she succumbed to an drug overdose. Her promiscuity, right or wrong, became part of the way her stardom was packaged and promoted. Also, the press naturally compared her to (and pitted her against) Hollywood’s only other female Mexican star—the “high-class” and elegant Dolores Del Rio. The press couldn’t even find sympathy for her even in death and a false story was printed that she drowned in the toilet after vomiting up a spicy Mexican dinner. Her death is parodied and mocked to this day. Again, she’s a true Cancer in the sense that the same imperfections that everyone else has, she is seen as less than human for having them. I hope to help right that wrong by honoring Vélez for being the trailblazer that she is. At any rate, Vélez would seem to be a prototype for contemporary female stars, from Madonna to Rihanna, who have proclaimed their pleasure in their body and their sexual liberation — a pro-sex activist before her time, doomed to suffer the rejection of a more puritanical age.

Lupe Vélez, according to astrotheme, was a Cancer sun and Leo moon. She was born María Guadalupe Villalobos Vélez in San Luis Potosí, Mexico, to young upper-middle class parents. Her father, Jacobo Villalobos Reyes, was a colonel in the military, and her mother, Josefina Vélez, was an opera singer. They also had another son, John and daughter, Annette. The Villalobos family were considered prominent in San Luis Potosí and most of the male family members were college educated. The family was also financially comfortable and lived in a large home with servants. As a young girl Lupe showed an interest in performing, but her father was outraged at his daughter’s “low-class” dreams, and forbade his daughter from being in show business. All that changed during the war. Her family was in a state of upheaval—the Mexican Revolution was happening, her father had been presumed dead in the war and all their money was gone. While most of her family members were too proud to get jobs, a teenage Vélez did just that, supporting the family by working as a saleswoman in a department store. She then finagled an audition with a local theater. However, her father was indded alive and well and soon returned home from the war. Because at that time becoming an artist and coming from a well-to-do family was seen as embarrassing, her father refused to let her use his last name in theater, so she used her mother’s surname.

She proceeded to seek out venues where she could dance the then-popular “shimmy.” In 1925 she was cast in the big stage revues Mexican Rataplan and !No lo tapes! and became a big audience favourite. Her name got around to American stage star Richard Bennett (father of American film stars Constance and Joan Bennett), who was looking for a Mexican cantina singer for his new play. Lupe traveled to Hollywood but was rejected for the part for being too young. While in Hollywood, Lupe met film and stage comedienne Fanny Brice, who took a liking to Lupe because of her sparkling personality. She put in a good word for Lupe to impresario Florenz Ziegfeld (creator of the Ziegfeld’s Follies), who could use Lupe in one of his Broadway musicals. However, MGM producer Harry Rapf heard of Lupe as well, and offered her a screen test. When producer Hal Roach saw the test, he immediately signed her to a contract. Vélez soon made her major film debut in Douglas Fairbanks’ action-romance The Gaucho in 1927. The film was a huge hit and Vélez was an overnight sensation.

Along with her professional life gaining steam, so did her love life. Vélez sought out some of Hollywood’s hottest men, which wasn’t hard for a hot and sexy number like Lupe; men flocked to her like bees to honey. She was romantically linked with Gary Cooper, Charlie Chaplin, Clark Gable, cowboy Tom Mix, “Tarzan” actor Johnny Weissmuller, Errol Flynn, John Gilbert, Henry Wilcoxon, singer Russ Columbo, Randolph Scott, author Erich Maria Remarque (who wrote All Quiet On The Western Front and later married Paulette Goddard), Clayton “Lone Ranger” Moore, director Victor Fleming (director of Gone With The Wind), and boxers Jack Johnson and Jack Dempsey.

One of her first conquests was cowboy star Tom Mix. She also had an with newcomer Clark Gable, who cut off their romance because he was afraid Lupe would run all over town discussing their sexual secrets, which she did. Soon she had a torrid affair with comic genius Charlie Chaplin in 1928. Lupe revitalized Chaplin’s libido after he had gone through a torturous divorce from his wife. Whatever time she had for the many men in her life, that same appreciation didn’t extend to other women and she would frequently battle with the other females with whom she had to work with and would often threaten them; when she was starring in director D.W. Griffith’s Lady of the Pavements, she had to co-star with an actress named Jedda Goudall, whom she hated, and the two had a ferocious cat-fight on the set. When she made her final appearance on Broadway in the Cole Porter musical “You Never Know”, Vélez and fellow cast member Libby Holman feuded viciously. The feud came to a head during a performance where Vélez punched Holman in between curtain calls and gave her a black eye, which pretty much ended the run of the show. Vélez was territorial about the men in her life, she was vicious toward any woman who might be competition for her man or an acting role. She mocked Marlene Dietrich, Greta Garbo, Katharine Hepburn and Shirley Temple, and her arch nemesis Dolores Del Dio by doing imitations of them.

When she was cast in the film The Wolf Song in 1929, she met Gary Cooper and immediately started what would be her first widely publicized romance. Theirs was a one-sidedly volatile relationship; he would often appear in public with scratches and bruises. One time, she attacked him with a knife during a fight. He needed stitches. By the end of their time as a couple, Copper had lost 45 pounds and was physically exhausted. He was ordered by the studio to take a vacation. As he boarded a train, Vélez shot at Cooper but missed. Lupe soon moved on to other men; she had a thing for fighters. In addition to having a brief fling with boxer Jack Dempsey, she conducted a flagrant, but secret, affair with the black boxer Jack Johnson. In those days, blacks and whites almost never conducted sexual affairs out in the open. She met Olympic swimming champion Johnny Weissmuller at the hotel where she was staying that was owned by film star Marion Davies. One problem: Weissmuller was already married. But no matter, he dumped his wife for Lupe and married her October 8, 1933 in Las Vegas. Theirs was not a happy, serene marriage, and they constantly battled, with Lupe filing for divorce several times in 1934 and changing her mind each time. Weissmuller’s patience was so strained he dumped a plate of salad on her head at Ciro’s nightclub. Finally, in 1938 she filed a petition that was finalized in 1939.

After having many hit pictures with MGM, they unceremoniously dropped her. The excuse was that the studios were no longer going to make Spanish versions of their films and there was no longer a need for Latin actresses. Vélez returned to Mexico in 1938 to star in her first Spanish-language film. Arriving in Mexico City, she was greeted by 10,000 fans. The film La Zandunga, was a critical and financial success and Vélez was slated to appear in four more Mexican films, but instead, she returned to Los Angeles. She soon went to RKO Studios and starred in the B-movie The Girl From Mexico. Despite its lowly status, the picture became a tremendous hit with audiences. RKO rushed her into another film, this time called Mexican Spitfire, playing an emotionally volatile singer named Carmelita. The 1940 film became another smash for Lupe. The Spitfire series of eight slapstick comedy films rejuvenated Lupe’s sagging career. In late 1941, she had an affair with writer Erich Maria Remarque whose wife, actress Luise Rainer later wrote that Remarque told her “with the greatest of glee” that he found Vélez’s volatility hot.

At this same time Lupe took on another lover in the form of a French 27-year-old bit actor named Harald Ramond. He was a strong and controlling man who knew how to tame Lupe. After she discovered that she was three months pregnant, she announced her engagement to Ramond without his knowledge or consent. When he learned of her pregnancy, he refused to marry her. Deeply hurt and stunned, she felt backed into a corner; she knew her career would be ruined in Hollywood if word got out she was pregnant and unmarried. It just wasn’t done in those days. And despite her wildness, Lupe was a devout Catholic, so abortion was out of the question. She could see only one way out: suicide. On December 18, 1944, at the age of 36, Vélez swallowed 70 Seconal pills, she lay down on her pink satin pillow on her over-sized Hollywood bed and arranged herself like a movie star, with her hands folded across her chest and went into an eternal sleep. Dramatic to the end, Lupe went out of this world in glamorous style. She left a suicide note addressed to Harald, which read:

“To Harald, May God forgive you and forgive me too, but I prefer to take my life away and our baby’s before I bring him with shame or killing him. How could you, Harald, fake such a great love for me and our baby when all the time you didn’t want us? I see no other way out for me so goodbye and good luck to you, Love Lupe.”

THAT is the truth. But the bottom line is: how she lived her life as well as the circumstances around her death are all irrelevant at the end of the day. What matters is the loss of a great multi-talented, pioneering Mexican star and a legacy unrealized and stunted by a world that wasn’t ready for her.

Next, I’ll talk about the most famous of her paramours, the yin to her yang, a perfect example of the special chemistry that Taureans and Cancers share, the strong, silent hero of the silver screen: Taurus Gary Cooper.

Stats

birthdate: July 18, 1908

major planets:

Sun: Cancer

Moon: Leo

Rising: Gemini

Mercury: Cancer

Venus: Leo

Mars: Pisces

Midheaven: Pisces

Jupiter: Virgo

Saturn: Aries

Uranus: Capricorn

Neptune: Cancer

Pluto: Gemini

Overall personality snapshot: She may have seemed at times to be a shy, vulnerable, romantic individual who only wanted to please, but underneath she had a voracious appetite for adoration and respect, and would not stop until she got it. Without a doubt, she had a very warm feeling for others, and domestic security with plenty of happy togetherness is high on her list of priorities. When it came to cooperation with others, however, she had her limits because she was profoundly individualistic and, albeit in a charming manner, she insisted on doing things her way. Ultimately the most important thing for her was believing in herself and being true to her standards and aspirations. Most of all, she needed to fulfill her creative potential, which was like an intimate companion with whom she shared her life. You nurture it, protect it, and then you show it off, and whatever walk of life you are in, you tend to be a fine performer.

This gave her a lot of self-respect and a touch of vanity as well, and her emotional sensitivity combined with her underlying imperiousness tended to impress others and made them take her seriously. She was a devoted member of her flock, and she zealously and jealously protected and promoted whomever she was devoted to. When it came to developing her own talents, however, she seemed to know that she had to pull away in order to grow into her greatest self. Others may have thought she was a bit of a show-off but that was not the case: she simply had a deep sense of the importance of her own creative talents, and she felt only half alive if she did not honour them. Although she was pretty sensitive to criticism or rebuffs, she was just as committed to honesty and personal integrity; and despite her vanity, she eventually learned to laugh at herself.

She had a very good memory and found it easy to learn subjects that interested her. She was very kind and thoughtful towards others. Her imagination was very keen, but if it got carried away, she may have experienced irrational fears. Even though she may have tried to maintain a scientific and objective outlook, her mind was actually dominated by her emotions. When it came to careers, she may have felt initially vague or confused about what she really wanted to do. She was eventually forced to give up her career of choice by events out of her control (as was evidenced by the tides turning from the “Mexican spitfire” female ideal due to the changing of the times). There was probably some element of self-sacrifice involved somewhere in her choice of career (the element of sacrifice being that she had to sacrifice her child, and ultimately her life, in relation to her reputation as an unwed mother as well as her unborn child’s reputation as an illegitimate child). She had good technical and scientific ability due to her, at times almost fanatical, attention to detail. She was also fastidious when it came to matters of health, diet and appearance. She was not afraid of work and was very resourceful and capable. She also worked well in a team. She became very annoyed if somebody else questioned the way that she operated. Her energy levels were somewhat inhibited, her self-confidence reduced, and her ambitions restricted through fear of failure. Times of strength and weakness alternated within her. Even though her decision-making ability could be ineffectual through over-caution, she often seemed to be placed in situations where a quick decision was needed. When she succeeded, it was mainly through her own efforts. She also showed a tendency towards wanting to start at the top, wanting to avoid the hard work that gets you there.

She belonged to a generation with a rational and logical attitude to life. There was a conflict between tradition and convention, and the experimental and unconventional. As an individual, she had to learn to strike a balance between the erratic and the conventional. As a member of this generation, she had the ability to come up with original ideas which could be of practical value. She was part of a very artistically talented and creative generation that wanted to escape from the demands of the world around them into a world of excitement and glamour. She was part of an emotionally sensitive generation that was extremely conscious of the domestic environment and the atmosphere surrounding her home place and home country. In fact, she could be quite nostalgic about her homeland, religion and traditions, often seeing them in a romantic light. She felt a degree of escapism from everyday reality, and was very sensitive to the moods of those around her. Bow embodied all of these Cancer Neptunian ideals. As a Gemini Plutonian, she was mentally restless and willing to examine and change old doctrines, ideas and ways of thinking. As a member of this generation, she showed an enormous amount of mental vitality, originality and perception. Traditional customs and taboos were examined and rejected for newer and more original ways of doing things. As opportunities with education expanded, she questioned more and learned more. As a member of this generation, having more than one occupation at a time would not have been unusual to her.

Love/sex life: It wasn’t easy to be passionate and emotionally explosive and also hold on to her dignity, but this was what she wanted to accomplish. She tried to conceal the pulsating softness of her sexual nature behind a façade of control and bluster. She thought that her display of strength and jolly self-confidence would hide her vulnerability and her susceptibility to virtually any sexual diversion. Of course, no one was really buying this cover up. They saw the luscious edges of her erotic hunger peeking through her disguise. That’s why they were all so anxious to be around her. The biggest problem in her sex life was how to deal with change. She loved it and she hated it. She loved following the lead of her feelings and surrendering herself to the moment. Too much consistency, even loving consistency, was apt to leave her bored and dissatisfied. But she also saw change as a threat to her sense of control and to the emotional security that she valued so highly. Because of this duality in her thinking, her reaction to changes in her sex life was abrupt, contradictory, and (horror of horrors) a little undignified.

minor asteroids and points:

North Node: Gemini

Lilith: Libra

Vertex: Scorpio

Fortune: Gemini

East Point: Gemini

Her North Node in Gemini dictated that she needed to prevent her idealism from influencing her thoughts to such a high degree. She needed to consciously develop a more clear-minded and analytical approach involving her thought processes. Her Lilith in Libra was definitely working overtime here. Relationships somehow caused her to err, and her partner choices caused much suffering. She expressed herself through others. As a lover, she was aggressive, yet co-dependent. As a mistress, she was not above trying to cause a divorce, which she did with Johnny Weissmuller and she ultimately became fatally despondent when she found herself pregnant with a bit actor's baby. She used her good looks as a weapon to help her get ahead in the movie industry. Also, Lilith in Libra strangely enough, manifested itself as a sort of lighter female Capricorn archetype, and she pulled herself up by the bootstraps in a rather glamorous way, going to work after her father left the family unit. As such, she exhibited graceful gumption right until the very end. Her Vertex in Scorpio, 5th house dictated that she had a desire or continual need for feeling irresistible and irreplaceable on all levels of intimacy, whether spiritual, intellectual, emotional, or physical. From the fires of hell to the heights of heaven, the further and deeper the range of interaction she could experience with another the more fulfilling. She had a childlike orientation, in all of its manifestations, toward relationships on an internal level. That implicit trust, or perhaps naivete, that was instilled in our childhood persisted far into maturity. The concomitant explosions and occasional tantrums when these constructs are violated also accompany this position. She had a need for fun, creativity, and excitement in a committed relationship, no matter how many years it has endured. She often had deep fears, typical of children, of abandonment, as well as a need for universal acceptance, no matter how she acted, which she needed her partner to respect and nurture, rather than rebuke, especially in adulthood. Her Part of Fortune in Gemini and Part of Spirit in Sagittarius dictated that her destiny lay in travel, education and communication. She was able to overcome enemies by her words and by her writing. Happiness and fulfillment came from being able to express herself fully. Her soul’s purpose lay in seeking truth, justice and fairness. She felt spiritual connections and saw the spark of the divine when she studied, broadened her mind through new philosophies, or looked for inspiration outside the home. East Point in Gemini dictated that she was often insatiably curious and loved to collect little bits of (what seemed to be useless) information and trivia. Her interests were quite varied, and she may have been somewhat scattered. Sometimes her curiosity could appear cold and callous as her level of objectivity was potentially high. There was usually an openness to learning in any situation.

elemental dominance:

water

fire

She had high sensitivity and elevation through feelings. Her heart and her emotions were her driving forces, and she couldn’t do anything on earth if she didn’t feel a strong effective charge. She needed to love in order to understand, and to feel in order to take action, which caused a certain vulnerability which she should (and often did) fight against. She was dynamic and passionate, with strong leadership ability. She generated enormous warmth and vibrancy. She was exciting to be around, because she was genuinely enthusiastic and usually friendly. However, she could either be harnessed into helpful energy or flame up and cause destruction. Ultimately, she chose the latter. Confident and opinionated, she was fond of declarative statements such as “I will do this” or “It’s this way.” When out of control—usually because she was bored, or hadn’t been acknowledged—she was bossy, demanding, and even tyrannical. But at her best, her confidence and vision inspired others to conquer new territory in the world, in society, and in themselves.

modality dominance:

mutable

She wasn’t particularly interested in spearheading new ventures or dealing with the day-to-day challenges of organization and management. She excelled at performing tasks and producing outcomes. She was flexible and liked to finish things. Was also likely undependable, lacking in initiative, and disorganized. Had an itchy restlessness and an unwillingness to buckle down to the task at hand. Probably had a chronic inability to commit—to a job, a relationship, or even to a set of values.

house dominants:

2nd

3rd

1st

The material side of life including money and finances, income and expenditure, and worldly goods was emphasized in her life. Also the areas of innate resources, such as her self-worth, feelings and emotions were paramount in her life. What she considered her personal security and what she desired was also paramount. Short journeys, traveling within her own country were themes throughout her life; her immediate environment, and relationships with her siblings, neighbours and friends were of importance. The way her mental processes operated, as well as the manner and style in which she communicated was emphasized in her life. As such, much was revealed about her schooling and childhood and adolescence. Her personality, disposition and temperament is highlighted in her life. The manner in which she expressed herself and the way she approached other people is also highlighted. The way she approached new situations and circumstances contributed to show how she set about her life’s goals. The general state of her health is also shown, as well as her early childhood experiences defining the rest of her life.

planet dominants:

Neptune

Mercury

Sun

She was of a contemplative nature, particularly receptive to ambiances, places, and people. She gladly cultivated the art of letting go, and allowed the natural unfolding of events to construct her world. She followed her inspirations, for better or for worse. She was intellectual, mentally quick, and had excellent verbal acuity. She dealt in terms of logic and reasoning. It was likely that she was left-brained. She was restless, craved movement, newness, and the bright hope of undiscovered terrains. She had vitality and creativity, as well as a strong ego and was authoritarian and powerful. She likely had strong leadership qualities, she definitely knew who she was, and she had tremendous will. She met challenges and believed in expanding her life.

sign dominants:

Cancer

Gemini

Leo

At first meeting, she seemed enigmatic, elusive. She needed roots, a place or even a state of mind that she could call her own. She needed a safe harbor, a refuge in which to retreat for solitude. She was generally gentle and kind, unless she was hurt. Then she could become vindictive and sharp-spoken. She was affectionate, passionate, and even possessive at times. She was intuitive and was perhaps even psychic. Experience flowed through her emotionally. She was often moody and always changeable; her interests and social circles shifted constantly. She was emotion distilled into its purest form. She ventured out to see what else was there and seized upon new ideas that expanded her community. Her innate curiosity kept her on the move. She used her rational, intellectual mind to explore and understand her personal world. She needed to answer the single burning question in her mind: why? This applied to most facets of her life, from the personal to the impersonal. This need to know sent her off to foreign countries, where her need to explore other cultures and traditions ranked high. She was changeable and often moody. This meant that she was often at odds with herself—the mind demanding one thing, the heart demanding the opposite. To someone else, this internal conflict often manifested as two very different people. She loved being the center of attention and often surrounded herself with admirers. She had an innate dramatic sense, and life was definitely her stage. Her flamboyance and personal magnetism extended to every facet of her life. She wanted to succeed and make an impact in every situation. She was, at her best, optimistic, honorable, loyal, and ambitious.

Read more about her under the cut.

Lupe Velez was born on July 18, 1908, in San Luis Potosi, Mexico, as Maria Guadalupe Villalobos Velez. She was sent to Texas at the age of 13 to live in a convent. She later admitted that she wasn't much of a student because she was so rambunctious. She had planned to become a champion roller skater, but that would change. Life was hard for her family, and Lupe returned to Mexico to help them out financially. She worked as a salesgirl for a department store for the princely sum of $4 a week. Every week she would turn most of her salary over to her mother, but she kept a little for herself so she could take dancing lessons. With her mature shape and grand personality, she thought she could make a try at show business, which she figured was a lot more glamorous than dancing or working as a salesclerk. In 1924 Lupe started her show business career on the Mexican stage and wowed audiences with her natural beauty and talent. By 1927 she had emigrated to Hollywood, where she was discovered by Hal Roach, who cast her in a comedy with Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy. Douglas Fairbanks then cast her in his feature film The Gaucho (1927) with himself and wife Mary Pickford. Lupe played dramatic roles for five years before she switched to comedy. In 1933 she played the lead role of Pepper in Hot Pepper (1933). This film showcased her comedic talents and helped her to show the world her vital personality. She was delightful. In 1934 Lupe appeared in three fine comedies: Strictly Dynamite (1934), Palooka (1934) and Laughing Boy (1934). By now her popularity was such that a series of "Mexican Spitfire" films were written around her. She portrayed Carmelita Lindsay in Mexican Spitfire (1940), Mexican Spitfire Out West (1940), The Mexican Spitfire's Baby (1941) and Mexican Spitfire's Blessed Event (1943), among others. Audiences loved her in these madcap adventures, but it seemed at times that she was better known for her stormy love affairs. She married one of her lovers, Johnny Weissmuller, but the marriage only lasted five years and was filled with battles. Lupe certainly did live up to her nickname. She had a failed romance with Gary Cooper, who never wanted to wed her. By 1943 her career was waning. She went to Mexico in the hopes of jump-starting her career. She gained her best reviews yet in the Mexican version of Naná (1944). Bolstered by the success of that movie, Lupe returned to the US, where she starred in her final film as Pepita Zorita, Ladies' Day (1943). There were to be no others. On December 13, 1944, tired of yet another failed romance, with a part-time actor named Harald Maresch, and pregnant with his child, Lupe committed suicide with an overdose of Seconal. She was only 36 years old. (x)

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helloswallowtailcat · 3 years

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Top 5 ND fuckboys

**JUST TO BE CLEAR, I ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THERE ARE PROBLEMATIC JOKES IN HERE, SPECIFICALLY ABOUT SEXUAL ASSAULT AND COLONIALISM, PLEASE PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK**

Dieter von Schwesterkrank

I have so much disdain for this guy, partly because from the moment you walk into his studio he speaks to you like he’s seen so many girls march through his door before, whether for sexual purposes or otherwise, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he has a “casting couch” policy. On top of it, his relationship with Minette is meant to explicitly parallel that of Noisette and Hans, and despite the fact that the actions of his great-uncle absolutely do not reflect on him, I just cannot get the taste of Nazi out of my mouth. He probably has an instagram page filled with pap shots taken with celebrity models. He’s a tired, wannabe influencer that no one actually notices. He probably puts zero effort into pleasing his partners and zones out during sex. And don’t think I support his arch rival Jean Mi, who is just as contemptible Eurotrash.

2. Taylor Sinclair

I feel like this man has “degenerate” sex, and you may know why. He strikes me as the kind of person who achieved moderate success and wealth with absolutely no qualifications and by profiting off of other people’s accomplishments. Correct me if I’m wrong, as I’m not well-versed in Taylor’s backstory, but what with his Latin American connections, I feel like he regularly snorts cocaine out of hundred dollar bills off of hooker’s tits while also engaging in more extreme sexual fetishes. He probably regularly hires escorts and/or uses sugar daddy dating websites.

3. Tino Balducci

This guy is eminently unlikeable, but also entertaining. He uses any greasy sexual charm he possesses to further his floundering career as a private detective after he unceremoniously lost his job as a police detective in the wake of TRN. He is just as much a clout chaser as Dieter, if not more so, because he’s even more talentless and desperate. He constantly tries to hit up Z-list celebrities and be seen in the company of people who he thinks might raise his profile, as his brief run-in with tabloid fame triggered an appetite for that ubiquitous “Kardashian-level” notoriety. He has sex with women based on number of instagram followers.

4. Lou Talbot

He’s a self-proclaimed polyamorous stoner, artist California dude who hides a much darker secret. Because of the fact that he’s involved in substantial illegal activity (ie stealing/prospecting for dinosaur bones) I get the impression that he’s quite manipulative and mean-spirited and his chill, laidback persona is just a facade. I could totally see him blackmailing Nancy for attempting to steal his snowshoes by forcing her to have sex with him.

5. Rick Arlen/Brady Armstrong

These two are lumped into the same profile because they’re basically the same, two moderately successful actors who think they’re hot stuff, but who will be absorbed by the abyss of mediocrity by the time streaming becomes a thing. They will both probably attempt to stage pathetic reality show “comebacks” and book cringy guest appearances on more successful shows that will ultimately go nowhere. In the meantime, both try and seduce women with the promise of career advancement, meaning that they would eventually get hit with some serious MeToo allegations, which they, of course, vigorously deny.

Honourable Mentions: Alejandro del Rio: This guy is so passive aggressive, I bet he has role play sex involving conquistadors which allow him to release all that bottled up sexual frustration and rage.

Richard Topham: I believe he is established in-universe to be a hack and a scam artist, so I can definitely see him taking advantage of gullible young women to fulfill his sexual desires. Who knows what goes on behind closed doors, and I can totally see him building up a Stepford wife army of naive young housewives and gullible young girls that he either attempts to seduce or straight up sexually harasses and/or attempts to rape. Because of both the time period and the economic climate I can definitely see him threatening and/or extorting these women and them being far more vulnerable to him than they otherwise might be. He is clearly extremely manipulative and unscrupulous and so, I do not put it past him to abuse his power.

Yanni Volkstaia: I feel like this guy is less malicious in his sexual habits, but that he regularly has group sex, threesomes and casual sex in general because of the nature of his celebrity athlete lifestyle and sex really functions as a release mechanism for him. I could also totally see him hooking up with his competitors/fellow athletes before and after the events. (unrelated but volk means wolf in Russian)

Oh, before I forget, Markus Boehm: It’s sort of implied that he’s a relatively shallow, superficial playboy who left Anja pretty suddenly. I prefer to believe Anja is just an unreliable narrator in this scenario, but I digress. I totally see him living a *tasteful* playboy lifestyle. He’s such a fun and disinterested phone contact (compared to Ned who is clingy beyond belief) and he will weirdly stonewall certain topics, it’s delightful. He feels like a fun palate cleanser from the overly invested Neds and Franks of the world.

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dark-and-twisty-01 · 4 years

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DiAngelo is the only survivor of the largest mass suicide on American soil. He found the bodies of his 39 friends lying with plastic bags over their heads, wearing neat black tracksuits with an 'Away Team' patch and Nike trainers. Now we discover why he was left behind...

It was midday when Rio DiAngelo arrived at the hilltop mansion overlooking San Diego to find all the windows closed, the curtains drawn, and outdoor lights burning in the sunshine. The front door was locked, but he found a side door ajar and warily pushed it open.

The unmistakable stench of death made him gag and he covered his face with his shirtsleeve, which still smelled of cologne from his morning shower. As he walked through the eerie silence, he knew what he would find. And he dreaded it. Upstairs, 39 of his friends lay dead in their beds after the largest mass suicide on American soil. All members of a bizarre cult, they had each downed a lethal cocktail of vodka, barbiturates and apple sauce to leave their 'earthly containers' and join an alien spaceship trailing the Hale-Bopp comet.Yelling out in case anyone was still alive, DiAngelo raced from room to room. But all he found were bodies with plastic bags over their heads. Each one wore a neat black tracksuit with an 'Away Team' patch and Nike trainers with their comet-trail trademark. The 21 women and 18 men had each packed a small bag for the journey, and have five dollars in their pocket. Thoughtful to the end, each had left a note saying. 'I forced myself to go into each room and check everyone,' said DiAngelo. 'With each body I came across, the loss became too much to bear. They were my closest friends. I loved them dearly.'

DiAngelo, who's real name is Richard Ford, became involved with the Heaven's Gate Cult in 1994 after attending one of their meetings in a California hotel or 'Cultifornia' as sceptics often call the state that spawned Charles Manson and the Reverend Jim Jones. He had listened while nine androgynous-looking members wearing identical loose clothes and cropped hair described their absolute belief in aliens, the paranormal, and reincarnation. One of them was 59 year old Thomas Nichols whose sister, Nichelle, played Star Trek's Lieutenant Uhura. Forbidden to have sex, hug each other, or even shake hands, the Heaven's Gate cultists concentrated on purifying their bodies and spirits ready for the move to 'an advanced level of being' on another planet or dimension. They called each other brother or sister, observed daily rituals, and were allowed to watch only selected TV programmes. Individual needs were minimised so that a member who had run out of deodorant, for example, would have to apply for a new one in writing.Anyone entering the immaculately clean mansion referred to as 'the temple' had to take off their shoes and wear surgical socks. Silence prevailed, and many of their neighbours assumed they were 'a bunch of monks.' In line with their belief that they had been sent to earth as angels, six members were castrated and, according to DiAngelo, 'they couldn't stop smiling and giggling about it.'

On some days, members had to report to their superiors every 12 minutes while on other days they were required to wear a cone on their heads as they would in alien bodies. Many common words were changed so that members would not remember their human past once they had ascended into space. For instance, house became 'craft' and kitchen became 'nutri-lab.' Their 65 year old leader Marshall Applewhite had started the cult in 1972 with Bonnie Nettles whom he had met while undergoing treatment for homosexuality in a psychiatric hospital. They had abandoned their human names and called themselves Guinea and Pig, then Bo and Peep, before finally settling on Do and Ti.Ti died of cancer in 1985, But Do, claiming he was Jesus reincarnated, said he continued to communicate with her. The group survived financially by running a successful web page design firm which they also used to try and win converts and spread their message. Their own website featured pictures of stars and nebulae downloaded from NASA and appeared very businesslike. It also stated that suicide is acceptable for cult members who want to ascent to 'a higher level of life.' Heaven's Gate shared some of the beliefs of 19th century occultists like novelist Mark Twain. In 1907, Twain wrote a short story about a hero leaving Earth for 'an extended excursion among the heavenly bodies' on the trail of a comet. He took his passport and five dollars for the fare. Despite their fantastic beliefs, DiAngelo was converted and lived in this eccentric community for nearly three years. I'd just turned forty and recently divorced and I was trying to find meaning in life,' he said. 'I'd had a fairly troubled past that included a violent, unstable mother and other bad relationships. The group shared my interest in UFOs, music and Eastern Religions.

But in, December 1995, Do's teaching took a more sinister turn and DiAngelo later recalled that he 'sat us all down and told us that we might have to leave our bodies behind. Amazingly, we didn't really have a problem with that. We trusted Do implicitly. 'We found a suicide recipe that used phenobarbital, vodka and apple sauce, and Do and some of his helpers went to Mexico to buy enough of the drug for the entire group.' Eleven months later, an amateur astronomer took a photo of the Hale-Bopp comet, which showed a mysterious oval-shaped object trailing in its wake. Although NASA later described it a 'proto-comet' 2,000 miles behind Hale-Bopp, other astronomers dismissed the sighting as a hoax or error. Hale-Mary, as it was called, has not been seen since. Do, however, convinced his followers that it was a spaceship coming to take them away and that his deceased partner, Ti, was flying it. Seeing significance in everything, he told then that Hale-Bopp even had the same initials as Helena Blavatsky, another 19th century occultist with whom the group shared beliefs. Having decided on this 'Star-gate' plan, the group prepared to enjoy a final spree on Earth by spending some surplus money. They went to Las Vegas and stayed at the Stratosphere Hotel, and rode the rollercoaster and the Big Shot free-fall ride. A week later they went to see Star Wars and visited the San Diego wild animal park and Sea World. For their 'last supper,' they booked a table for 39 at a local restaurant where waiter Eric Morales was struck by their politeness and helpfulness. 'From the moment they arrived, all austerely dressed and looking the same, I knew this would be no ordinary shift,' he said. 'I made a joke to sort of set the mood and when I returned to their table five minutes later they were still laughing at it. You could tell they didn't get out a lot. 'All thirty nine ordered exactly the same: turkey pie, salad, blueberry cheesecake and iced tea. They were very pleasant, but guarded. When asked where they were from they said things like 'from the car' and 'from all over.' Six days later, employees at the restaurant watched news footage in amazement when they realised the oddball diners they had served had gone straight home and killed themselves. 'It was the last time they were going to be together,' said Morales. 'The bill came to three hundred and fifty one dollars which included a twenty six dollar tip. Our manager was so taken with them, he stood in the doorway and shook hands with each one as they left.' A month before the suicides, DiAngelo decided he wanted to leave the commune. He moved to Beverly Hills, and began working for a web design company. 'I left with Do's permission,' he said/. 'I told him I felt I had something to do outside...like a task. I think part of it was to explain to the world the philosophy of Heaven's Gate and the sort of people they were. Be an instrument of clarification. 'I believed Do was from another planet. He taught me to be more aware, honest and sensitive to the world. In short, a better person. What I gained from the group was phenomenal.

On March 27th, 1997, a parcel arrived at DiAngelo's office. It contained an upbeat farewell video and a message saying: 'By the time you read this we will have exited our bodies.' 'There was no mention of sadness or fear, but rather an air of excitement and anticipation. The cult he called 'his closest brothers and sisters' were aged between 26 and 72 and are believed to have died in three groups - 15 the first day, 15 the next, and nine on the third. In the heat of the Californian spring, many of the bodies had already begun to decompose by the time DiAngelo discovered them. Eager to be helpful, they cleaned up after each round of dying and had even taken out the rubbish. Police found handguns, rifles, and ammunition at the mansion which DiAngelo believed Marshall Applewhite had assembled because he feared a Waco-like siege by the FBI. He had also spent, $1,000 on an insurance policy that would pay out a million dollars each for up to 50 people in the event of abduction by aliens. The company said Heaven's Gate were one of 4,000 policyholders worldwide who had bought alien abduction insurance, with Britain and the USA being their biggest markets. The aftermath of the Heaven's Gate deaths was predictably prosaic. San Diego County planned to auction off their belongings - worth an estimated $1 million and give the proceeds to surviving family members. But DiAngelo claimed that his brothers and sisters wanted him to inherit the web design firm and announced his intention of settling the matter in court. Neighbours living on the same street as the group campaigned to change it's name after crowds of 'strange visitors' kept arriving to pray there. And the $1.6 million mansion itself proved unsellable because of it's gruesome associations and the obstinate smell of formaldehyde in its air conditioning. Two months after the suicide pact, two former members of Heaven's Gate also tried to 'exit their earthly vehicles' in a Holiday Inn four miles from the cult's mausoleum. They were dressed and prepared exactly the same as their departed brothers and sisters. One died immediately. The other was found unconscious, and went on to evangelise for the cult, touring the country with a 70-minute video of the bug-eyed Marshall Applewhite. He killed himself the following year in Heaven's Gate style after telling his friends that he would 'rather gamble on missing the bus this time than stay on this planet and risk losing my soul.' DiAngelo went on to apply the computer skills he had learned from Heaven's Gate to his earthly life. He auctioned off the cult's van on eBay and signed a deal to write a TV movie based on his experiences. But the project never got off the ground. A tabloid offered him $1 million for exclusive rights to his story. At the time he refused, preferring to preserve the dignity of his departed friends. Upon reflection, he later said he should have taken the money. 'I've been on a rollercoaster over the last decade,' he said in 2007. 'I still miss my friends so much and I still haven't met anyone who can compare to them. Not a day goes by that I don't think about them. 'I'm the last Heaven's Gate member on Earth, so there must be a reason why I'm still here. But although I still want to live like them, dying like them definitely isn't part of my plan.' DiAngelo re-established contact with his 19 year old son and confessed he was now 'a slave to commerce like everybody else.' Ten years on he was still haunted by the events of that terrible day, but relieved that he didn't join his friends in the mass suicide which shocked the world. The group's website is still maintained by two individuals allegedly surviving members who left after 12 years to get married (forbidden within the group which prized gender-free platonic relationships) prior to the group's exodus to the 'Next Evolutionary Level.' They confirmed in a statement on the 20th anniversary of the mass suicide that Heaven's Gate no longer existed but that the site remained available to those seeking information about their beliefs.

The world's fascination with the extraordinary actions Heaven's Gate undertook is yet to abate...

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everything is you: six

A/N: Good afternoon! Sorry for taking so long to update, have not been in a good mindset and still not, but I want to post this just to give you guys something. It’s been hard and my confidence in my writing has been shit. It’s not something I like sharing, but just wanted to be honest with you all. I just want to thank you all for giving me such nice messages regarding my finals, it was awful, but definitely glad to have it over with.

Currently, Snapshots and Misconstrued is almost done, just trying to work some things out with it. Two Weeks part two should be coming up soon as well along with three requests. I’m updating the request list later, if you do not see your request, feel free to message me.

Also, got a Rio/Reader/Angel story on the horizon.

Thank you all for your patience and support. Hope you all enjoy this update! Love you all!

I would also like to thank @enamouravecleslivresetlechocolat & @justahopelessssromantic <3

Also, happy birthday @losolvidad0s <3

everything is you

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Alena laughed as Victor told her about his younger brother Richard and all the mischief they used to partake in when they were younger. She’s met Richard a few times and he was quite a charming guy, but he definitely was not as charming as Victor.

He was the oldest of the two and their parents passed away when they were younger. The only family they had, the only family they cared for was Eddie Johnson, Alena’s boss. Victor was Eddie’s nephew, his self-proclaimed favorite nephew, though Richard states the same phrase as well. Alena liked being around them since she reminded them of her own little family.

“Are you going with Mr. Johnson next week to Bali?”

“No, I passed this time around since you respectfully declined yet again.” Victor wasn’t sure what it was about Alena. She was a cute girl, but she was hardly his type. But he gravitated towards her. His Uncle Eddie always raved about her and he had to get to know her. Much like her, he had a shared love for art and was actually a gallerist for a few well known painters and sculptors. Victor didn’t do it much since he found himself working at his uncle’s much more often, mostly due to Alena.

For years, they’ve become closer and closer and he learned more and more about her. And due to that, he fell harder and harder. At times he felt like an idiot for doing so, she was married, no matter what the status of her relationship with Angel was, he knew Angel had a hold over her. He wasn’t sure if it was gratitude, his son or what, but whenever she spoke about Angel, her whole face would brighten up. But he also had the greatest control over her emotions. He doesn’t think Angel purposely yo-yo’s his feelings for Alena, but it frustrated him.

Alena should move on and be with someone who would proudly tell people that they were in love with her. Not someone who kept her at limbo and had sex with her more frequently than Alena would like to admit to him. He was honestly surprised Alena wasn’t pregnant.

“I would rather spend some time away from Mr. Johnson, he’s amazing, but I need a break. He might make me work while we’re there.” Alena took a bite of her pasta, letting out a small moan at how good the sauce was. “Absolutely insane how good that is.”

Victor couldn’t help it. Hearing her moan, it made his dick twitch. But he would never push Alena and he was pretty sure this was a friendly dinner and not a date.

“My grandmother had the best recipes. If you marry me, I can totally share the family recipes.” He winked at her, making Alena blushed. “Speaking of marriage, how is your husband dearest?”

“He’s fine, I’m really sorry about the way he answered the phone the other night. He’s just protective and you know, territorial cause he thinks I won’t be committed to Cruz anymore.” She took a sip of the wine that she bought for their dinner. “I can assure you, there is nothing going on besides coparenting.”

“Are you okay with that?”

“Yes, of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Alena placed some salad on her plate.

“Come on Alena, we’ve been friends for almost seven years now. You’ve always had a complicated relationship with Angel and now, he tells you he has feelings for you. It’s a rollercoaster ride with him and you deserve someone who is more stable.” He was talking of himself of course, but it was true. Alena didn’t need to be taken on this ride. She deserved more than that.

“Angel is just projecting or something, he just thinks he’s losing me because I’m interested in you.” Alena looked up at Victor before looking back down at her food.

He smirked at her admission and lightly chuckled. “You’re interested in me, carina?” It was his nickname for her, cute in Italian. Alena always hoped that Victor would never call her that in front of Angel and she was determined to keep it that way. She knew Angel’s nicknames held special meaning and she didn’t want him thinking that Victor had numerous nicknames for her. It was just one and if she was being honest, it was incredibly adorable.

“Maybe, I don’t know.” Alena sighed, biting her bottom lip, which Victor hated cause all he wanted to do was kiss her.

“Alena, I would never push you. If you want to give it a shot, that’s fine, but I know the guilt is eating you up cause you’re technically married and you respect the sanctity of marriage.” Victor placed a hand on top of hers.

Alena couldn’t help but think how much bigger Victor’s hands were compared to hers. She looked up at him and he had that warm smile he always gave her. Victor was always there for her, he was so sweet and always let her do her own pace. He never pushed her or anything.

Once she and Angel’s divorced was finalized, she would give him a chance.

“I have a gallery I’m setting up for next week, did you want to come and see how it’s done?” Victor knew of Alena’s passion for art. She was an amazing painter and he really wanted to slightly push her on sharing her work with the world. Hell, he wanted her to go back to school and pursue art so he could get her to do a few gallerist work, maybe even become an art handler. She couldn’t be Uncle Eddie’s assistant forever.

“Sure! I would love that, when is it again?” Alena excitedly replied. She’s never seen an art gallery be put together before and she would love to experience that.

“Next Tuesday, it’s at the art gallery a few blocks from our apartment.”

“Sounds good, I’m excited to see the master at work.”

Victor held Alena’s hand as he walked her down to her door, their night was full of laughter, random topics of conversations and just an overall good night. Alena forgot how it was to go on a date with someone and she was glad it was Victor that she went out with.

“I had a great time.” Alena told him when they stopped in front of her door.

“Same here on our lovely friendly date.” He teased her. “I’m serious about this Alena, I really want for us to give it a shot when you’re ready.”

Alena was slightly annoyed at the fact that she let herself be blinded by her relationship with Angel, well her non-relationship. He was always so hot and cold. She knew enough about relationships to know it wasn’t worth it. Their relationship was solely for Cruz and she was finally understanding that better and better.

“I know. Thank you again.”

Victor nodded his head, his eyes drifting to Alena’s lips. Maybe a little push wouldn’t hurt her. He leaned down, waiting for Alena to back away or anything, but she didn’t. When their lips connected, Alena froze, but eventually relaxed. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. Alena couldn’t help but compare Angel and Victor. Angel’s lips were moist, warm, and so sinfully delicious. And to her surprised, so was Victor’s. The butterflies in her stomach were going wild as Victor’s tongue slipped inside her mouth.

He eventually pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers. He gave her one more kiss before pulling away.

“I’m gonna go before this goes any further.” Victor chuckled. “Good night Alena.”

“Good night Victor.” She unlocked her door and leaned against it once it was locked.

God, she was in such trouble.

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Carla sat down on Alena’s couch, nursing the wine glass in her hands, completely enjoying her day. They went to the spa like Angel had suggested and it was the best idea ever. Carla watched as Alena smiled as she was texting on her phone. It seemed that her date with Victor went well since she had been texting him nonstop this whole day.

“Dude, put your phone down, you need a break from Victor.” Carla teased her.

“I’m not talking to Victor,” Alena laughed. “Angel is being silly and sending me pictures of him and Cruz.”

Carla had to smile at that. From what EZ told her, Angel finally realized his feelings for Alena, but was just taking his sweet ass time to tell her. The way she saw it, Angel was losing precious time because Alena seemed to be entertaining the idea of starting a relationship with Victor.

“Ah, the husband. How are things with you and Angel?” Carla placed her wine glass on the coffee table.

“Good, the sex ban went out the door.” Alena had her phone on her lap.

Carla had to applaud Alena for the valiant effort. She knew that she could just deny Angel for so long. She couldn’t blame her, even though she was with EZ, she could appreciate that Angel was a good looking guy. And she knew of Alena’s attraction to Angel, her love for Angel. It was sad at times knowing how much Alena gave up for Angel, how much she loved him to the point that she became the mother of his child.

“Told you you couldn’t resist him.”

“He literally woke me up to have sex.” Alena blushed remembering how amazing that night was.

“Has Angel ever not enticed you?” Carla teased.

“Yes, there was like six months where we didn’t do anything because I really didn’t want to do anything with him. He didn’t initiate anything until I was fully comfortable with sleeping with him.” Then she remembered Angel’s words. “Cruz asked Angel for a sibling.”

“Oh, did he?” Carla was more than amused. She’s heard that before. Cruz had been asking Angel for a sibling and it was always the same response, ‘we’ll ask mommy’. Carla was secretly rooting for Angel. She watched them do this dance for so long and always wanted Alena to be happy, she knew that it would be with Angel no matter how much of an idiot he was. As much of an idiot Angel was, Carla always saw how much Angel cared for Alena. He always protected her, was there for her and she was almost sure that Angel almost killed Dante, well deserved.

“Yeah,” Alena shrugged. “But I mean we’re getting divorced in a few months, so maybe his next girlfriend.” She laughed, but Carla knew there was no humor.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Put yourself down or even believe Angel would let you go.” Carla knew Angel had no plans on signing the divorce papers. “Your Cruz’s mom, do you think that after you get divorced if it even happens, that you would become a stranger?” Carla wasn’t sure if Alena knew what would happen once they got divorced, but it wasn’t what she thought that was for sure. Hell, she didn’t even actually believe that they would get divorced. Angel finally realized he’s in love with her. If there was one thing she knew for certain about Angel, she knew he wasn’t a quitter. Alena has loved Angel for so long, she was certain her friend would never believe it once he confesses. “I love you Alena, but you can be so naive. Angel would never let you go, Cruz would never let you go. I know you somehow believe that you two will get divorced and have shared custody of Cruz, but we both know you don’t want that and Angel doesn’t either.”

“Angel just likes me because of convenience. Otherwise, he would take any other women.” Ailee slightly smiled, looking down at her lap. “He said it himself that he had no feelings for me, and that’s okay.”

“You can’t possibly believe that, Angel is losing his shit because of Victor.”

“Angel is just territorial. I’ve been the one constant in his life and he’s being unreasonable, once he finds someone else to occupy his time, wouldn’t even be an issue.”

“Stop doing that, come on Alena, give Angel more credit than that.” Carla should help Angel, especially how much of a dick she was when it came to Victor. Besides, all she wanted was for Angel to realize what he had before he lost it. The Reyes brothers could be so dense at times. “Do you,” she paused, not sure if she should even put the idea in Alena’s head cause Angel would have her head. “Do you want to pursue something with Victor?”

Alena looked at her best friend, slightly laughing. She wasn’t sure. Victor has always been there for her, he was a kind man who protected her. He was smart, Cruz liked him, and he wasn’t bad on the eye. But at the same time, Angel, she’s loved Angel for eight years now. She prayed that maybe it would fade, that she would settle with being friends with him, the old cliche, she’d rather have him than not at all.

Then Cruz happened.

Then they got married.

And now, she was anticipating for them to divorce.

God, she felt like a fool.

She gave up so much for Angel. She didn’t expect him to do the same and she was an adult who made her choice. She never regretted it. But she wished she found someone for herself as well.

And she felt now that she did.

She found it in Victor.

“Yes, once Angel and I are divorce, I want to pursue something with Victor.”

Carla felt her stomach drop and she kind of regretted asking Alena. She knew once she told EZ, it wouldn’t be long before Angel found out. Angel would raise hell knowing him and his temper. Carla wasn’t obtuse to Angel’s feelings for Alena before his own realization. The way he protected her, the way he hung onto her every word, the way he followed her around like a fucking lost puppy, it was endearing and annoying how Alena never realized Angel was in love with her.

“Don’t use Victor as a rebound, he deserves more than that.”

“I’m not,” Alena weakly defended. “I wouldn’t pursue anything with Victor till I’m fully over Angel.”

“Alena, you’re never going to be over Angel.”

“I can do it, just need some motivation, which is this divorce. Once the papers are filed, I have to keep my distance and just interact with him for Cruz. I can do this.”

“It’s not that I doubt you can do it, I’m sure you could if you truly pushed yourself, but what I’m trying to get through your stubborn ass head is that Angel wouldn’t let you go. Do you not know Angel? He would kill a man for you if you requested for him to do so.”

“That doesn’t constitute to love Carla. I would do anything for Angel too. I would do anything for you.”

“Alena, that’s literally not my point.”

“Carla, please, don’t do that. This is the reason that the hope has never faded. I want to remain friends with Angel and co-parent for Cruz’s sake. I thought you wanted me to move on, to find my way away from Angel.”

“Things change.” Carla didn’t want to tell Alena that Angel was in love with her, that wasn’t her place. But she can dissuade her from thinking of Victor than anything more than as a friend.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s been five years. Nothing has happened and it’s time to move on.”

Alena was done.

It was time to move on from Angel.

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“Mama, can we go to the park today?” Cruz questioned as he finished his plate of pancakes.

“Of course baby.” Alena nodded her head, taking another bite from the breakfast sandwich she made for herself.

“May I be excused?”

“You good little man.” Angel let Cruz go. He wasn’t saying he didn’t have manners, but all of Cruz’s mannerism was definitely all Alena.

Cruz jumped down from his seat, going to the couch to watch some cartoons, something he has done right after breakfast while Alena usually cleaned up. At times he wouldn’t help her, but Alena excused him, since she wanted to talk to Angel. He was finishing up breakfast, chuckling as Cruz enjoyed his PJ Mask.

“Did you get all of your errands done?” Angel questioned. He was relieved when he woke up and Alena was bringing her stuff in this morning. He didn’t want to bug her and seemed needy, but a few times, he was itching to ask her to come home.

“Yes, I did,” she smiled, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“You know you’re due for your annual eye appointment.” Angel reminded her before he took a bite out of his breakfast sandwich and shoving hash browns right after.

Angel loved having breakfast with Cruz and Alena. They were a real family and it always had him starting his day on a good foot. Just being able to be with his two favorite people was the best thing in the world.

It always marveled Alena how good Angel was with appointments for her and Cruz. Like routine work, doctor’s office appointments, dental visits and annual eye exams was something Angel kept track of. Her and Cruz’s inhaler and nebulizer refills? Angel was always on it.

It was quite impressive and she was touched.

“Am I? How are you so good at this, but forget to put the toilet seat down.” She teased him. She poured more mango juice in her cup, pouring some in Angel’s as well.

Angel chuckled. “I have to make sure you’re well taken care of cause you suck at taking care of yourself.”

“Thanks Angel,” she blushed, which didn’t go unnoticed by Angel. He did it to purposely see her blushing.

It was so fucking cute.

“Do you want me to make the appointment?” Angel knew that Alena absolutely loathed talking on the phone. She would become anxious, planning the conversation ahead. So from time to time, he helped her out.

“No, it’s fine, I can do it.” She appreciated the offer. Angel really took care of her. “You can’t always make my phone calls for me.”

“That is true, but I would do anything for you cielo.” He kissed the back of her hand making Alena blush again. He chuckled. “Eres tan linda.(You’re so cute).”

They continued to eat, Angel updating Alena of the recent club happenings. She was hesitant to bring up Victor, but if she wanted a chance on normalcy, she would have to start somewhere.

“So, Victor and I went out and it was nice, we went to a museum then we had dinner at his place.” Alena paused, if they were ever going to become normal or whatever the fuck they were before Cruz, she had to talk to Angel like he was her friend, not tip toe around him. “And he kissed me.”

Angel choked on the mango juice he was drinking, looking at Alena like she grew another head. “Excuse me, what?”

“Yeah, we kissed at the end of our date. It was nice, he was very sweet. Potential, once we get divorced.”

Angel was fucking losing it. Did he fucking enter the twilight zone that Alena was nonchalantly talking to him about going on a date with Victor and kissing him.

And divorce?

Maybe she’ll change her mind when he tells her how he loves her and how he wants to be with her. That he was an idiot for not moving quicker and just letting everything hang in the air. Communication hasn’t been his greatest asset, but he was going to try for her.

He would never force Alena to stay with him, but he knew her actions were a consequence of his own doing.

“Alena, what are you doing?”

She looked at him oddly as she took Cruz’s plate, placing it on top of hers.

“Nothing, I’m telling you about my date.”

“You’re telling your husband about a date you went on?” Angel tried to say it in a way so she could see how insane she sounded. He knew what she was doing, trying to normalize this insane notion of her and Victor being together, to try and become just friends. She has never been just a friend to Angel.

“Yes, we’re friends right? And we know what this is. The divorce papers should be ready in the next few weeks and once it’s signed, we’re both free to,” she thought for a moment, “publicly do what we want.”

Yep, Alena had him fucked up.

“Divorce papers? Who agreed to a divorce?” Angel didn’t like this at all. He fucked up. He should have told Alena so that they could be talking about having more kids not fucking dates and divorce papers.

“We did, a few years back remember?” Alena wasn’t sure where this surge of confidence was coming from, but this was to protect herself. She’s loved Angel for so long and he was always so hot and cold, he didn’t know where to place her so she’ll do it for him.

“Alena, I don’t have any plans on ever signing those papers, you want to file them, go ahead, but we both know you don’t want for us to get divorced.” Angel shook his head in disbelief. This was partly his own doing, but he knew what Alena was trying to do. She was taking initiative since he’s been so back and forth with her. But he was taking initiative too. Alena was his wife, and they’ll remain that way. “You kissed him?"

"Yes,” Alena noticed then that Angel was stoic, keeping his emotions at bay which he did when he was trying his best to control himself. “I'm sorry, I don't know how it happened." She wasn’t certain why she apologized, but she felt that she had to do so. They were married.

"You said you had errands." Angel reminded her of her lie. Since when did Alena lie to him?

"I did and Victor wanted to go to dinner and a museum. I just, it just happened."

“Did you sleep with him?” Angel stood up.

“No, of course not.”

“Yes because just kissing him is so much better.” Alena watched as Angel placed a kiss on Cruz head as he was sitting on the couch, watching television. He looked up at him confused. "I got shit to handle at the club, I'll be back late, don't wait up." Angel grabbed his kutte.

"Angel, please, I'm sorry." Alena wasn't even sure why she was apologizing. Angel had told her that he didn’t have anything to do today except be with them. “We’re just friends.”

“I don’t like Victor, you’ve never lied to me before and since this whole thing started you started lying to me.” Angel frowned. “If there was nothing to worry about you wouldn’t hide it and you wouldn’t excitedly tell me about a kiss you two shared.” Angel turned to face her as his hand gripped the doorknob. “Do you love Victor?”

"What?" That was ridiculous, she didn’t love Victor.

"Do you love Victor?"

"No." And she didn’t.

"Do you want to be with him?"

"I don’t know.” And she didn’t know.

"Don’t know?” Angel let out a chuckle. “Sure doesn't seem like it."

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Alena sat down at the park bench, Cruz in perfect line of sight for her. He was in the sandbox playing with a few other kids. She took out the book EZ had recommended for her a few weeks ago and opened it to the latest page she was on. Every once in a while, she would look up to check on Cruz. It made her anxious when they went to the park since she read so many horror stories of kids just disappearing. She wouldn’t know what she would do if Cruz disappeared while he was with her.

She’s been trying to text Angel all day, but he hasn’t responded to her. In hindsight, she could understand why he hadn't responded to her, but she was hoping he would at least let her know he was okay. Maybe she approached it wrong and could have done it in a better way, but she didn’t know how else to do so. She was trying to go back to normal with Angel, whatever normal was for them two. They were friends once and were able to talk about anything, but it was different now.

Though maybe it was disrespectful to speak about a date to her supposed husband.

“That’s a good book.” She heard someone comment beside her. “Don Quixote.”

She looked up and smiled at the person, thanking her. She noticed the tattoo on her neck, which was actually beautiful. The young woman before her was beautiful as well. Her pale skin was in contrast to her dark green jacket. She wasn’t sure why she was wearing a jacket since it was scorching hot in Santo Padre right now. But she definitely looked cute.

“You’re Angel’s wife.”

Common knowledge in Santo Padre, not odd whatsoever.

“Yes, I am.” Alena hoped this wasn’t one of those psycho’s who was hoping for her death so they could sweep Angel off his feet. Can they just sweep him off his feet without wishing for her death? Alena no longer wanted to be a part of this conversation, focusing her attention back on the book before her. Being Angel’s wife was quite a pain. Besides the fact he slept with almost fucking everyone in Santo Padre, all these women began to lust after him again after he got a ring around his finger and Cruz by his side. Cruz was a cute kid and it was hard to resist that aspect of Angel’s life, but she wished they would stop confronting her as if it would do something if they did.

“I’m not here to start any trouble, I just wanted to meet the woman who has Angel’s heart.” Alena looked over at her again and she had a smile on her face, it wasn’t menacing, it was genuine. Woman who had Angel’s heart? Right, cause they’re married. “He speaks of you and your son often.”

“Do I know you?”

“My name is Adelita.”

Alena almost gasped when the name registered. She was the rebel leader, the one she was convincing Angel to date. God, she was beautiful.

“Oh,” Alena closed her book then. “Angel speaks of you often as well.” Alena lightly laughed. “I’m quite surprised to see you on this side.”

“Plans have changed and I wanted to meet you. You have a beautiful son.” Alena and Adelita both looked over at Cruz who waved at his mother. “You’ve sacrificed a great deal for Angel.”

“Did he tell you that?”

“No, he didn’t. Any woman who has chosen to raise a child who is not hers is admirable, though I’m sure it came with great sacrifices.”

“It did, but I don’t regret it. They’re my family.” Alena wasn’t even sure why she was entertaining this conversation, but she had always wanted to meet the woman that Angel admired. “I have to correct your statement though, I don’t have Angel’s heart. I’m sure you know of our circumstances. In a few month’s time, we’ll be divorced so I’m sure you two can pursue whatever relationship you would like to do so then.”

Adelita laughed, shaking her head. “Angel did tell me you were planning to get a divorce.” It was comical for her since Alena and Angel were telling the stories differently. On one hand for Alena, their agreement has come to an end and it was time for the divorce. For Angel, she overheard him mentioning the divorce EZ as they drove her to her destination a week earlier and how he had no plans of divorcing her.

Alena smiled, nodding her head. “Yes we are, will you be staying on this side of the border from now on? To be closer to Angel?”

“I think you misunderstood Alena, Angel and I only have a purely business relationship. He is quite an attractive man, but his attention is solely on you.” Adelita stood up then, Alena standing up as well. She stuck her hand out, which Alena took. “You are quite remarkable Alena Reyes, you have made a good man out of Angel.”

Adelita walked away then, leaving Alena speechless. She wondered why she even came to see her. She felt a pull on her skirt and looked down at Cruz.

“Mama, who was that?”

“Just one of daddy’s friends.” She ran her fingers through Cruz’s hair. “Did you want your juice?”

Cruz nodded his head. Alena took the juice out of the little cooler she had for Cruz’s snacks and drinks. Handing it to Cruz, she wiped the sweat on his face and back, making sure he was hydrated.

“Mama, can I have a little brother or sister?”

Alena wanted to laugh at Cruz’s request. It’s not like she thought Angel was lying, but Cruz has never asked her about having a sibling.

“You want a sibling?” Alena sat him on her lap, pressing her cheek against his head. “How many do you want?”

“Um, five.”

“Did you tell Daddy that?”

Cruz nodded his head as he drank his juice. “Daddy says he wants, um,” Cruz thought for a moment. “He said he wanted 8.”

Alena let out a baffled laugh. 8 kids? Was Angel going to carry them all? What was up with her boys and wanting a handful of children running around.

“And when you ask Daddy, what does he tell you?”

“He says we have to ask you because you’re the boss.”

Alena shook her head. Her boys were too much at times.

“How about a puppy first?”

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Alena yawned as she exited the bathroom. She almost screamed when she found Angel sitting at the edge of their bed, fidgeting with the keys he had.

“Angel?” She called out questioningly. No answer. He continued to fiddle with the keys. “Babe?”

Angel looked up, his watery eyes immediately got Alena. She quickly walked over to him and cupped his face.

“You okay? What’s wrong?” She frowned as the tears fell from his eyes. The scratches on his face worried her. She moved away to grab the first aid kit, but Angel grabbed her elbow and pulled her against him.

He had his head on her chest, arms tightly around her. “Please don’t leave me cielo, you’re the only person I have.”

“I would never leave you Angel.” She ran her fingers through his hair. She knew he was crying, the way his shoulders were shaking.

“You and Cruz are my family, I can’t lose you. I would go insane.”

“Angel, you’re not going to lose me.” She pulled away, cupping his face as she wiped the tears. Angel rarely cried and when he did, she was the one who caught him and provided relief. “I’ll always be here for you.” She kissed him, knowing Angel needed some type of reassurance and it was the first thing that came to her head.

Angel pulled her to his lap, Alena straddling him. He wrapped his arms around. One of Alena’s hands cradling his face, while the other arm wrapped around his neck. She pulled away, leaning her forehead against his. God, that kiss was definitely different when compared to Victor. When she kissed Angel, she felt that if she wasn’t sitting on Angel’s lap, her knees would go weak, her body going limp. All the worries they both had were wiped out since they were the only two people in this world, everything else blurred out.

“What’s wrong?” Alena asked.

“Ezekiel betrayed me.” Angel plopped down the bed, Alena still on his lap.

She frowned, getting off his lap and moving to sit beside the top half of his body. “What happened?” She intertwined their hands, waiting for Angel to talk.

And when he did, he told her everything.

At the end of the story, Angel had his head on Alena’s chest, her fingers running through his hair. His arms were wrapped around her middle as Angel listened to her heart. Alena was in shock that this all occurred. She always thought it was too good to be true for EZ to get out, but she believed that the cop may have been corrupt or whatever excuse they had given. She worried the most for Angel, his relationship with Felipe was starting to mend due to Cruz and now, she knew Angel’s trust was shattered.

“What can I do to make it better?” Alena broke the silence that befell them after he finished his story.

“Just don’t leave me.”

“Other than that, you already know I won’t leave you.” Alena kissed the top of his head.

“Can we have a baby?”

“If you carry it, absolutely.”

Alena and Angel both laughed. She playfully smacked him upside the head, causing Angel to flinch. He loved laying his head on her chest, just listening to her heart beating. At times, it even lulled him to sleep, but he knew sleep wouldn’t be coming soon.

“He’s your brother Angel, I know you’re hurting, but hear him out.”

“No,” Angel’s tone was firm and left no room for argument. “You’re my family now, you, Cruz and your family are mine. I was always the outsider, but not anymore. I have a family of my own and none of our kids will ever feel second best to any of their siblings.”

“Okay babe.”

Angel knew this was the perfect time to tell her he loves her, to show her how much he loves her, but he wanted to settle this whole thing with Ezekiel. Once it was done, he would tell Alena everything and from them on, as it’s always been, it would be the two of them against the world.

“I met Adelita.”

Angel froze, his eyes widening. He sat up, looking down at Alena who propped herself using her forearms. “What?”

“Yeah, she came up to me while we were at the park.” Alena noticed how uncomfortable Angel became and sat up as well, placing her hand on his. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s not weird at all. She’s beautiful and I think you two would make a good couple.”

Angel gave Alena an incredulous look and shook his head. “Did she do anything? Say anything?”

“No, she just said she wanted to meet me and she thought I was remarkable, which was kind of odd if you think about it. I’m not the leader of some rebellious group that is giving the cartel a run for their money.” Alena went under the covers then, just so she could hide when Angel broke the news to her about him and Adelita. “You okay?” She noticed how tense Angel was.

He was livid. How dare Adelita approach Alena. He told her, his family was off limits. No Alena. No Cruz. No Felipe. He played her game and helped her as much as he could, she should have at least respected his wishes.

“What did she tell you?”

“That she wanted to meet the woman who had your heart.” Alena turned to Angel, resting her head against her propped hand. “Did she meet her?”

Angel wanted to laugh at the irony and slowness of Alena. “Cielo, it’s you.”

“Look, I think we should clear the air.” Alena was surprised by her own words. She was never to be the one to clear the air and after what happened with Ezekiel, this may not be the right time, but they were here now. “I know you said you haven’t slept with anyone since we got married, which I believe you, but I just want you to know that you don’t have to try and salvage things here. We’ve always known what it was and that’s fine. Maybe we shouldn’t have sex anymore so it doesn’t,” Alena looked up at Angel when she noticed she was looking at his ringed fingers that had dried blood on it. “We should clean the blood off.”

“So it doesn’t what?”

“It doesn’t confuse us further.” She got out of bed and grabbed a wet cloth. She sat in front of Angel wiping off the dried blood from his knuckles.

“I would never force you to be intimate with me Alena, we both know I can respect your boundaries.” Angel watched as Alena cleaned his wounds.

“I know, which is why I’m putting up my boundaries again. I want us to be able to be friends after all of this.”

“Alena, do you honestly think that’s going to make things better? I already told you, I have feelings for you and that’s not going to go away because you decide we’re not going to have sex. We’ve done it before, remember? Six months, no sex, which is fine, I would never force you. The most I did was kiss your neck.” Angel remembered that. Alena had asked him to back off, which he did, she eventually came to him on his birthday and after that, they’ve been intimate ever since. “It didn’t do anything for how I felt about you Alena, it just made me feel like you didn’t want me.”

“You’re so hot and cold Angel, I don’t even think you know what you want.” Alena sighed. “I don’t want to fight, you had such a long day and it’s almost six in the morning.”

Angel stood up. “I’m gonna go see pops.”

“Angel, I, I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’ll never lose me Alena. I know I’ve been an asshole, I’m hot and cold, but I truly have feelings for you. Just give me time to fix all this shit with EZ and once it’s done, we can figure us out.” Angel walked over to her and kissed her. “I’ll see you later.”

Alena sat on their bed and sighed. The butterflies in her stomach were still running rampant after Angel’s words. She believed him, she really did, but he would most likely change his mind tomorrow.

She didn’t want to be with Victor, that was for sure.

At least not right now. Not when she was still irrevocably in love with Angel.

============

Angel sat beside Coco on the couch as he finished his session with the tattoo artist. It’s been a whirlwind of a day and as much as he wanted to go home, he needed space from Alena. With everything going on, he didn’t know where they could go. Of course, confessing to Alena was still in the plan, but after Adelita came to see her, Angel just felt shaken. He never wanted to involve Alena in this, but he told her everything. She was like his journal, non judging and took everything in. The most important thing for her was him and Cruz, how it would affect them.

It would kill him if something happened to Alena and Cruz.

“Alena texted me, have you spoken to her?” Coco questioned as he sat down next to his brother, letting out a puff of smoke from his mouth.

“I told her we were here and that I would be staying the night. Why?” His eyes drifted over to his brother who was currently getting the tattoo.

“You know Adelita came to see her?”

“She told me, why, what’s going on?” Did Adelita go to see her again? Did someone else? He took his phone out and there were no messages from Alena.

“I don’t know, I just don’t feel comfortable with her visiting Lenny.” Coco shrugged.

“You think I fucking do?” Angel sighed. “She isn’t going to harm Alena.”

“I don’t think she is, but I’m sure Alena’s mind is running wild.” Coco knew how deeply Alena felt for Angel. During times that Angel had a run that would take him away from Alena and Cruz for longer than he wanted which was basically a day, so Coco would stay with Alena.

And when he did, he let her let loose and have a few drinks with him.

============

Alena giggled as she took another shot. Korean Vodka, Soju, was Alena’s favorite, specifically the apple flavor. Coco had come to take a liking of it as well and they were three bottles deep. Alena’s cheeks were red, a clear sign of her intoxication. She also had no filter, which Coco enjoyed thoroughly.

“You know I feel stupid for taking on a role I always wanted, but not under this circumstances.” Alena rested her cheek on her palm, giving Coco a small smile. “I love Cruz so much though, I feel like he is my kid.”

“Alena, Cruz is your kid. He’s so attached to you.” Coco was surprised that Cruz didn’t throw a bigger fuss whenever Alena went back to San Diego. Though, it was a hit or miss. When he threw a big fuss, Alena would take him to San Diego, Angel following behind after a few days. Their dynamic was fucking odd, but who likes normal anyway?

“Sometimes I wish he really was, that Valeria wasn’t his mom.” Coco watched as Alena’s face scrunched up. “I was going to confess to him when he told me Valeria had his kid. I was going to tell him that I was in love with him, that I was going to Paris and if he didn’t feel the same, it was okay.” She began to cry then, letting her tears fall. “I love Angel so much, it hurts at times. But I’m happy where we are no matter how fake our relationship is. Being here for him, to raise Cruz with him, it’s more than I can ask for.”

Coco frowned at Alena’s words. He and Gilly always spoke about Alena’s love for Angel, how idiotic she could be, but at the same time, they admired her greatly. She had the purest kind of love for Angel. She didn’t become angry when he was with another person. She doesn’t hold grudges against him or anyone for that matter. She didn’t become angry when she felt rejected. She loved him unconditionally without any expectations and Coco was envious of that. They were all a bunch of misfits who did not have the best relationships with their families, they found a family in one another. Then they have Alena, someone they definitely don’t fucking deserve, who loves them as well, as an extension of her love for Angel.

When he first met her, he couldn’t believe this young woman was fucking hanging around Angel. He was closed off, but she always went out of her way to make sure he was taken care of along with Angel. And from then on, they became closer and closer. Seeing her hurting like this, it hurt him, his younger sister was suffering cause his brother was a fucking idiot.

He was certain Angel felt greatly for her too, with Cruz around, it just wasn’t the main priority.

“Alena, you know you deserve better. You should have gone to Paris.” Coco was the one who encouraged Alena to go to Paris. Was it a dick move? Maybe, but Angel didn’t know what he had, perhaps it would have woken him up. She refused to tell him though. And he knew why. Angel would have begged her to stay and she couldn’t say no to him.

“Yeah, I should have. But when I met Cruz, I couldn’t. He looked so much like Angel. He deserved a chance to be a father. I wasn’t going to let Valeria take that away from him.” Alena wiped her tears, laughing at her silliness. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying. I like it when you come and stay with me, I miss spending time with you and the others.”

“Yeah, Angel fucking locked you down here or something ever since you two got married.” Coco teased. They held no hard feelings towards Angel. He was always protective of Alena, but that increased tenfold when they got married. “But we get it, Cruz is your priority.”

“He is.”

“Alena, it’s okay for you to cry. I know how frustrating it is for you. It’s rare for you to show any frustration, but don’t you just want to scream at times?”

“For what?”

“I’m sure this situation isn’t ideal for you. I know that you always wanted to marry Angel, but not like this.”

Alena smiled. “No, but it’s fine. Angel needs me, Cruz needs me. I’m like the glorified nanny.”

“Stop that shit Lenny, you know you’re not a fucking nanny. You’re Cruz’s mother.” Coco hated hearing Alena put herself down. She was far from a fucking nanny.

“I know, do you think Angel could ever love me?”

“Alena, it’s hard not to fall in love with you.”

“He didn’t though.”

Coco watched as Alena took another shot. But Angel was in love with her, he was just too fucking stupid to make a move.

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“Running wild?” Angel wasn’t sure what Coco meant. Did Alena express to Coco that she was worried about Adelita or disclosed information she didn’t tell him about? If he was honest, he was glad Alena was close to the members, but at times, he felt that she withheld information from him and heard it from Coco instead.

“I’m sure she thinks Adelita and you are getting together.” Coco regretted telling Alena how much Angel admired Adelita. She just gave him that smile of hers and he knew it got to her. Yet again, she was on the losing end with Angel. His brother really did a number on her.

“Is she fucking insane? I haven’t even touched another woman since we got married.” Angel knew it was easy to assume that he slept around, but he didn’t. He was devoted to Alena and that was that.

But he also knew why Adelita came to see Alena. She’s overheard Angel speak about Alena so much, anyone would be curious.

They were across the border, bringing some supplies to Los Olvidados when Alena had messaged Angel.

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Angel chuckled, shaking his head and replying to Alena. He knew there was some international charges, but he didn’t give a fuck. He always kept his phone on in case there was an emergency.

“What Lenny send you?” Coco questioned, trying to peak at Angel’s phone.

Angel moved it closer to his chest, shaking his head. “Nothing man, just Cruz finally jumping in the pool at her apartment building.”

“I still can’t believe you’re okay with her living in San Diego.” Coco chuckled. “You aren’t worried she’s dating people while you’re not there?”

“Careful bro, we don’t need Angel locking her down more than he already has.” Gilly teased Angel, adding to Coco’s statement.

“Alena doesn’t need anyone, she has me.” Angel scoffed at their suggestion that his precious Cielo would even stray from him.

“Right, does she know that?” Coco was not a fan of Angel’s methods when it came to Alena. For him, he didn’t need to tell her they were it for one another, even though

“You have a girlfriend?” Adelita surprised the three men. She was attracted to Angel and she honestly thought he was attracted to her, but she’s heard them mention the name Alena plenty of times. She thought she was just the mother of his child.

“No, Alena’s my wife.” Angel showed his left hand.

Adelita smiled, nodding her head. “She’s a lucky woman. How long have you two been together?”

“Four years.”

“She must be one hell of a woman to have tamed you.”

Coco chuckled. “You have no idea.”

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“I literally told Alena, it’s me and her. Always has been since we got married.” Angel extinguished his cigarette, shoving it down on the ashtray.

“Hermano, you know why she’s like that. Talk to her. Communication is key.” Coco smirked. “And from what you told us, it’s not you and her anymore. She went on a date with Victor.”

“Victor is nothing. He’s a fucking pretentious asshole.”

"You would like Victor if he wasn't making moves on your girl. Told you, a girl like her would just stay single for so long. Her kindness was always beyond you, and someone finally noticed her. It's the day you always feared hermano, what are you going to do about it?"

"It's too fucking late for the church of Coco."

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