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[thedaveandkimmershow]

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 11

So our plan for Monday was to have no plan. No agenda. Nothing specific to do.

Call it a bit of a lazy reconnaissance day, if you will, as it began with hanging out in the room all morning and early early afternoon when lunch seemed in order. We had breakfast from the stash we brought (now safely in the room's fridge). After that, Kimmer had tacos on the brain. Specifically Rocco's Tacos as recommended to us by the guest service agent last night when we checked in.

On our way out the hotel we stopped at the guest services desk to run through theme park tickets options that we later discussed between ourselves 'cause it wasn't an emergency and it could wait a few hours. We then Uber over to Rocco's around 2 and have a peaceful, relaxing, delightful lunch with a view.

Afterward, we explore down to the other end of the strip mall where, lo and behold, we find ourselves trapped in a Barnes 'n Noble for maybe an hour, an hour and a half.

Not trapped really. We just wouldn't leave the place it's such a playground for readers.

And yes.

We are readers.

Soon as we finish indulging, we walk back toward the Publix grocery store we passed earlier.

Why?

'Cause Kimmer brought with her the food she could safely transport in one suitcase. The rest we'd have to buy locally. First stop, then: Publix.

Fist thing, we check on the non-alcoholic bottled or canned drinks... but they don't seem to have any. So we move on to score, among other items, vanilla yogurt and rice pudding which I mention simply because I looooove rice pudding and vanilla yogurt. They make great breakfasts to go when you're out the door first thing in the morning for a theme park.

After Publix, we hail an Uber and, by 520, we're on the road for Total Wine & More which takes us about twenty-five minutes during the local rush-hour traffic but totally worth it since we score lovely non-alcoholic afternoon and dessert drinks for the week: two four-packs and a six-pack.

Okay sure. The Schöfferhofer grapefruit was straight up alcoholic but it is a tradition for us down here because Disney's Blizzard Beach is where we got our very first taste and we never ever forgot it.

Seven o'clock we're back at the Dockside to finally buy our park tickets: a three for five park to park deal wherein we pay for three days of access and get five days of access during which we can bounce from any park to any park across each day.

Back in our room, we hang out for a little bit of chips and beer before catching a bus to Universal City Walk a little after 730.

We're improvising a little because City Walk's open to 1AM.

We'll figure out something to do, basically. 😊

Okay so the big thing to remember about tonight is that there was an amazing lighting storm happening, already in progress as we stepped out of the hotel to catch our bus.

Seriously.

Like nothing we'd ever seen before. It was massive. Took up an unbelievable amount of real estate in the sky.

As we entered City Walk, we continued on our quest to take Where's Waldo style photos of the green 3D printed tugboat we're carrying with us wherever we go down here just for the occasion.

After that, we check out the Hard Rock then the big steam punk chocolate place where the chocolate isn't guaranteed to NOT contain nut allergens so their chocolate shop is basically a non-starter for us. 😕

We are here for dinner, though and, after two strikes, we're glad to happen upon the bar at Margaritaville where we can order off the bar menu right there at the, you know, bar under the faux active volcano that's definitely the center of attention. We also easily strike up a conversation with the bartender that was one of those shared experience sort of things, the ones where it's like Oh dear God, you too?

There's live music being performed on the main stage and, at one point, we become aware they're performing some classic rock including a song by Kansas. They're definitely taking requests and, since Kimmer's a HUUUUUUGE Kansas fan who really wanted to hear "Carry On, Wayward Son"...

I pass her request along to the band.

And then forgot about it.

In the meantime, we continue our conversation with the bartender who, despite our shared experiences, also reminds us of someone we know just in the way they communicate and carry themselves.

Finally, after bidding each other our fare-thee-wells, Kimmer and I are literally getting up from our bar stools when we hear it.

The opening bars to "Carry On, Wayward Son".

Kimmer was stoked. So we went down to the back of the main floor to appreciate the performance.

Afterward, we went up to talk to the musicians, at the very least to give them a tip which gave way to the fact we're celebrating 31 years of being married, which led to the vocalist/guitarist asking what our wedding song was which turned into an explanation of why we didn't have one because we didn't have a dance at our reception.

But, says Kimmer, we looooove AC/DC.

At which point, the violinist, plays the riff from Thunderstruck on his violin. The guitarist joins in and they figure out a thing or two together and then they start in for real.

And it.

Is.

Magnificent.

The vocalist/guitarist, by the way, is Bryan Malpass while the violinist is Tanner Johnson. Crazy talented, both of them. Especially on the fly like this.

If I had to guess, I'd say this memory right here is gonna stick with us for quite some time. It is just that indelible.

It is just that amazing, magical, and powerful.

🤯😊🤩☺️🎉🥳😍🤔👌

Eventually we're back at the hotel, coming up on 11. It rained at some point during our evening but we managed to miss that by being indoors most of the time.

Kimmer goes right to bed. I stay out at the picnic bench between the kitchen and front door putting the finishing touches on Kimmer's anniversary card as well as wrapping her gifts.

Thus endeth our second day down here.

[lovepurplequeen]

Rocco Taco

[cecexwrites]

World building Wednesday for my beloved Maite?

B A S I C S

full name: Maite Isabelle Contreras-Herrera

gender: Female

sexuality: Bi-sexual

pronouns: She/her

O T H E R S

family: Oh Maite has a massive family. So the family in Ohio includes her Mother's parents, Lito and Tati (Those are their grandparent names, their actual names are Juan and Leticia) then she has her parents Jason and Jacinta. Her four brothers, Eddie, Rocco, August and Max. Then her Aunts Tia Jimi (Jimina) and Tia Pia (Paloma). As well as Pia's 'Roommate' Jennifer, Jimi's husband Rocket (Orlando) and their two kids, Cristian and Mila. She does also have family on her father's side but they aren't nearly as close to them

birthplace: Lima, Ohio

job: Waitress at her family's Restaurant, Dulce Luna

phobias: embarrassment mostly.

guilty pleasures: Telenovelas with her Tati and Taco Bell (her family would die)

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Chaotic good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: A bit of both but more intro than extro

organized/disorganized: Disorganized

close minded/open-minded: Open minded

calm/anxious: anxious

disagreeable/agreeable: generally agreeable unless she doesn't like you

cautious/reckless: Cautious

patient/impatient: impatient

outspoken/reserved: both

leader/follower: follower

empathetic/unemphatic: Empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: Mostly optimistic

traditional/modern: Modern

hard-working/lazy: Hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Maite/Sebastian

ot3: Maite/Sebastian/Santana (hot)

brotp: Maite/Santana Maite/Demi @randomestfandoms-ocs

notp: Maite/Rachel (The first time they really talk, Rachel speaks to her in that slow, overly enunciated way people do when they think you can't speak English)

[omar252525]

Top 10 Must-See Attractions Near Your Fort Lauderdale Vacation Rental

Fort Lauderdale is a vibrant city offering an array of attractions that cater to all kinds of travelers. Whether you're interested in beautiful beaches, cultural landmarks, or outdoor adventures, there’s something for everyone. To help you make the most of your stay, we’ve compiled a list of the top 10 must-see attractions near your Fort Lauderdale vacation rental. And for luxurious accommodations that provide easy access to these destinations, consider booking with Unwind Staycations. For more details, visit Unwind Staycations.

1. Fort Lauderdale Beach

Fort Lauderdale Beach is the city's crown jewel, offering miles of pristine sandy shores and clear blue waters. Perfect for sunbathing, swimming, and people-watching, it’s a must-visit for any traveler.

Activities: Sunbathing, swimming, beach volleyball, jet skiing

Amenities: Beachfront dining, restrooms, lifeguards, water sports rentals

2. Las Olas Boulevard

Las Olas Boulevard is the heart of Fort Lauderdale's dining, shopping, and entertainment scene. Stroll through art galleries, boutique shops, and enjoy a meal at one of the many restaurants.

Highlights: Art galleries, boutiques, restaurants, nightlife

Dining: Louie Bossi’s Ristorante Bar Pizzeria, Rocco’s Tacos & Tequila Bar

3. Bonnet House Museum & Gardens

Explore the historic Bonnet House Museum & Gardens, a beautiful estate offering a blend of history, art, and nature. It’s a tranquil escape from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Features: Historic house tours, art collections, lush gardens

Activities: Guided tours, wildlife viewing, photography

4. Hugh Taylor Birch State Park

Located between the Intracoastal Waterway and the Atlantic Ocean, Hugh Taylor Birch State Park is an urban oasis offering a variety of outdoor activities.

Activities: Kayaking, paddleboarding, biking, hiking, picnicking

Features: Scenic trails, freshwater lagoon, picnic areas, kayak rentals

5. Museum of Discovery and Science

Perfect for families, the Museum of Discovery and Science offers interactive exhibits, an IMAX theater, and a variety of educational programs.

Exhibits: Interactive science exhibits, live animal shows, space exhibits

Activities: IMAX theater, hands-on learning experiences

6. Everglades Holiday Park

Just a short drive from Fort Lauderdale, Everglades Holiday Park is your gateway to the unique ecosystem of the Everglades. Take an airboat tour to see alligators and other wildlife.

Activities: Airboat tours, alligator shows, wildlife spotting

Features: Guided tours, educational exhibits, fishing

7. NSU Art Museum

Located in downtown Fort Lauderdale, the NSU Art Museum features contemporary and modern art exhibits, making it a cultural hotspot in the city.

Exhibits: Contemporary and modern art, rotating exhibitions

Activities: Art classes, special events, educational programs

8. Riverwalk Fort Lauderdale

Stroll along the scenic Riverwalk, which follows the New River through downtown Fort Lauderdale. It’s a great place for a leisurely walk, dining, and entertainment.

Features: Scenic views, parks, restaurants, and bars

Activities: Walking, biking, dining, nightlife

9. Stranahan House

The Stranahan House is the oldest surviving structure in Broward County and offers a glimpse into the history of Fort Lauderdale.

Features: Historic home tours, educational programs

Activities: Guided tours, special events, historical exhibits

10. Fort Lauderdale Antique Car Museum

Car enthusiasts will love the Fort Lauderdale Antique Car Museum, which features a collection of classic Packard automobiles and historical memorabilia.

Exhibits: Classic cars, vintage memorabilia

Activities: Guided tours, special events

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Conclusion

Fort Lauderdale is a diverse and exciting destination with plenty to offer every traveler. From beautiful beaches and vibrant nightlife to cultural landmarks and outdoor adventures, there's something for everyone. By choosing a vacation rental with Unwind Staycations, you can enjoy luxurious accommodations and be close to all the must-see attractions. Start planning your unforgettable Fort Lauderdale vacation today!

[divergent-one-1984]

Organized Crime Ring in Astoria, NY, in a neighborhood under the jurisdiction of 114th PRECINCT and in apartment buildings managed by CENTRAL ASTORIA, LLC. I have been the victim of TARGETED COMMUNITY HARASSMENT SINCE SUMMER 2016 because of my race and gender, I am an African American woman (because of a rumor / gossip mill started by staff at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION while I was employed there from 2014 to 2016 I was made the victim of WORKPLACE MOBBING and TARGETED PSYCHOLOGICALHARASSMENT & TORTURE / EMOTIONAL ABUSE. Due to the illegal access and leaking of private, personal, confidential information by wiretapping / cloning / hacking of personal devices, accounts and illegal surveillance in my residence, etc. This includes leaking of confidential medical information (HPV diagnosis in 2008 (strains that can cause CERVICAL CANCER and an ABORTION I had in 2004) - POST #4 - Some WORKPLACE MOBBING INCIDENTS - CARMELITA NEAL

CARMELITA NEAL CARMELITA became a member of the WOMEN WITH NATURALLY CURLY HAIR social group.I believe CARMELITA NEAL had a previous relationship with HILARY MATTHEW, the woman who inspired the first WOMEN WITH NATURALLY CURLY HAIR social meet up.

CARMELITA NEAL was brought into the MOBBING by the 3 mean girls (NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO, TOLANI ADEBOYE, and KHADISHA DAVIS.

CARMELITA NEAL was also named in my complaint to NYS DEPARTMENT OF LABOR.

INVASION OF PRIVACY and SPACE and STREET THEATER

As time went on in the social hair group I developed social relationships outside of the group with most of the women, CARMELITA NEAL is no different, therefore CARMELITA NEAL would come to my desk sometimes talking to me about hair and other things.

After I became the target of WORKPLACE MOBBING, which was instigated by NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO, CARMELITA NEAL fell in line like the others.

After I stopped going to the WOMEN WITH NATURALLY CURLY HAIR social meetup, CARMELITA NEAL would increasingly come to my desk talking about nothing really, she came to intentionally talk about random things, mostly items on my desk or work (we didn't work in the same department and we never worked together or across departments so we have nothing to talk about regarding work), nothing of any real importance.

One time, CARMELITA NEAL was standing in front of ROCCO'S TACO'S distinctly as if she wanted me to see her, when I was coming back from lunch with KIRK DOLPHY. I think KIRK DOLPHy and I had been to ROCCO'S TACOS the day or couple of days prior for lunch, definitely within the same week. (MONITORING / TRACKING / INVASION OF PRIVACY).

KIRK DOLPHY was a NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION employee when I met him in JUNE 2007, we had a friends with benefit relationship from JUNE 2007 to sometime in 2009, we remained friends/ acquaintances afterwards.

When I started working at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION in 2014, KIRK DOLPHY was still working there so we started hanging out, going to lunch etc.

CARMELITA NEAL did not know anything about me and KIRK DOLPHY because I did not talk about my personal life like that with these women, especially who I dated, so the only way she would know about me and KIRK DOLPHY is if she had access to my personal data via HACKING / CLONING / WIRETAPPING, etc, FRAUDULENT ACCESS TO HISTORICAL DATA FROM MY PERSONAL CELLPHONE at FUSION CENTERS and CELL PHONE and INTERNET SERVICE PROVIDERS

After the MOBBING began I started giving these bullies nicknames and referred to them in my communications on GOOGLE HANGOUT CHATS with ABDOULAZIZ BARRY, an ex-coworker at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION, who I eventually had to cut off after I quit NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION because he clearly was no longer a friend.

The last communication with ABDOULAZIZ BARRY involved him GASLIGHTING / BAITING me. I politely and respectfully ended our friendship in MAY 2016 in response to his GASLIGHTING / BAITING.

I gave CARMELITA NEAL the nickname TIRED ASS WIG because of her shenanigans and I was the person who got her to get over her insecurity regarding her prematurely white / grey hair. She wore a wig that made her look older because of her hair color, I encouraged her to stop wearing the wig and wear her natural white / grey hair. It was beautiful and she never really wore the wig again, so again I am a woman who supports women, trying to be encouraging and positive and I get abused and set up /framed by these NASTY ANTI-WOMAN MEAN GIRL WOMEN so they can ruin my life.

(see receipts; GOOGLE HANGOUTS CHAT between ABDOULAZIZ BARRY and I regarding this incident where CARMELITA NEAL had come to my desk having a RANDOM ENCOUNTER / CONVERSATION about items on my desk, etc.)

The incidents I have expressed are not the only incidents of harassment that occurred from this person or other persons conspiring in the MOBBING / HARASSMENT, just a sample of the ongoing HARASSMENT / MOBBING from persons known to me and unknown to me at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION

[life-of-luxe]

This Delray Beach Restaurant Features A Gargantuan Aquarium Filled With Sharks

When it comes to dining in Delray Beach, the possibilities are seemingly endless. From the beloved Mexican fare served up at Rocco’s Tacos to the casual waterfront spot Deck 84 that churns out some of the best seafood in town, you certainly

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[mrcribs]

Yesterday 38 Years Thankful! Great relaxing day. The movie Violent Night was hilarious and my Surf and Turf at Rocco’s Tacos was fantastic. I like their corn tortillas and fresh guacamole. Yummy! Thank you everyone for your Birthday Wishes! God bless! (at Orlando, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmJziPhr0kM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jennifferlee]

Lettuce wrapped tacos.... oh yeah! (at Rocco's Tacos and Tequila Bar) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjwwSnpOzyE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kmelli]

[hotbunss]

Mostly ornery, sometimes cute.

[lovepurplequeen]

Aww Rocco Taco gets his own PR video

[omar252525]

Weekend Getaway Guide: Making the Most of Your Time in Fort Lauderdale

Fort Lauderdale, with its stunning beaches, vibrant nightlife, and rich cultural scene, is the perfect destination for a weekend getaway. Whether you're looking to relax, explore, or indulge, this vibrant city has something for everyone. Here’s your ultimate guide to making the most of a weekend in Fort Lauderdale.

Day 1: Beach Bliss and Nightlife

Morning: Beach Time at Fort Lauderdale Beach

Start your weekend with a visit to Fort Lauderdale Beach, the city’s crown jewel. The pristine sands and clear blue waters provide the perfect setting for a relaxing morning.

Activities: Sunbathing, swimming, beach volleyball, and jet skiing.

Tips: Arrive early to find a good spot and rent a beach chair and umbrella for added comfort.

Afternoon: Lunch and Las Olas Boulevard

Head to Las Olas Boulevard for a delicious lunch and some afternoon shopping. This bustling street is home to a variety of restaurants, cafes, boutiques, and galleries.

Dining Options:

Louie Bossi’s Ristorante Bar Pizzeria: Enjoy Italian cuisine in a lively atmosphere.

Rocco’s Tacos & Tequila Bar: Savor Mexican dishes and an extensive tequila selection.

Activities: Explore the boutiques, art galleries, and specialty shops along the boulevard.

Evening: Dinner and Nightlife

As the sun sets, Fort Lauderdale's nightlife comes alive. Enjoy a memorable dinner followed by a night out on the town.

Dining Options:

Coconuts: Dine on fresh seafood with waterfront views.

S3 Restaurant: Experience oceanfront dining with a menu that blends coastal cuisine with Asian influences.

Nightlife:

Elbo Room: This iconic beachside bar offers live music and a lively atmosphere.

Rock Bar: Dance the night away at this popular club right on the beach.

Day 2: Cultural Exploration and Outdoor Adventures

Morning: Visit Hugh Taylor Birch State Park

Start your day with a visit to Hugh Taylor Birch State Park, an oasis of nature in the heart of Fort Lauderdale. This park offers a variety of outdoor activities and scenic beauty.

Activities: Kayaking, paddleboarding, biking, hiking, and picnicking.

Tips: Rent a kayak or bike to explore the park’s trails and waterways.

Afternoon: Lunch and Cultural Experiences

After your morning adventure, enjoy a leisurely lunch followed by some cultural exploration.

Dining Options:

The Riverside Market Cafe: A local favorite offering a relaxed atmosphere and a variety of craft beers.

The Foxy Brown: Enjoy comfort food with a gourmet twist.

Cultural Experiences:

Bonnet House Museum & Gardens: Explore this historic estate and its beautiful gardens.

NSU Art Museum: Discover contemporary and modern art exhibits in this vibrant cultural hub.

Evening: Dinner and Sunset Cruise

Cap off your weekend with a delightful dinner and a scenic sunset cruise.

Dining Options:

15th Street Fisheries: Located on the Intracoastal Waterway, this restaurant offers fresh seafood and a chance to feed tarpon from the dock.

Steak 954: Enjoy a luxurious steak dinner with ocean views.

Sunset Cruise:

Jungle Queen Riverboat: Take a historic riverboat cruise that showcases the city’s stunning waterfront homes and lush landscapes.

Water Taxi: Hop on for a scenic ride through Fort Lauderdale’s extensive canal system, often called the “Venice of America.”

Accommodation Recommendations

To make the most of your weekend getaway, choose accommodations that offer comfort and convenience.

Unwind Staycations: Experience luxurious vacation rentals with private pools, spacious living areas, and stunning views. For more details, visit Unwind Staycations.

The Ritz-Carlton, Fort Lauderdale: For a more upscale experience, enjoy oceanfront views, a rooftop pool, and world-class amenities.

Conclusion

Fort Lauderdale offers the perfect blend of relaxation, adventure, and cultural experiences, making it an ideal destination for a weekend getaway. Whether you’re lounging on the beach, exploring scenic parks, dining at top-notch restaurants, or enjoying the vibrant nightlife, there’s something for everyone. Plan your weekend trip to Fort Lauderdale and create unforgettable memories in this sunny paradise.

Book your stay with Unwind Staycations to enjoy luxurious accommodations that will make your weekend even more special. Enjoy your getaway!

[bellakitse]

Batting Cages, Tacos and Midnight fun

“Alright,” Carlos says as he comes back with a smile. “You’re good to go, just step in and press the button on the wall when you’re ready for the balls to start flying.”

“I’ll be honest, not the type of balls I thought would be flying tonight,” he murmurs, smirking at Carlos as he stares at him.

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When TK can’t sleep, he calls his friend-maybe boyfriend for some midnight fun. He’s surprised at what Carlos has planned for them.

Written for Day Two of Tarlos Corazonados Weekend- Late Night Hangouts @tarlos-valentine

Rated M*​ sexual content

TK Strand has always had a hard time getting proper sleep. He usually knocks out after a long and grueling shift, but if he’s had an easy day, the chances are once it’s time for bed, he’ll be wide awake staring at the ceiling like he is now.

He stays like that for a moment longer before letting out an aggravated sigh, reaching for his phone. He makes a note of the time. It’s after midnight, and he really shouldn’t be pulling up his contacts searching for a certain Austin Police Officer. Yet, despite knowing it might muddle their tentative friendship, he finds himself calling Carlos anyway.

“What are you doing?” he questions when Carlos picks up, giving him a groggy hello. He smiles, a little embarrassed at the knowing chuckle Carlos lets out.

“So we do this now?” he asks, and TK can hear the smirk in his voice.

It makes TK blush but also causes his stomach to clench in anticipation. He and Carlos have been in this weird limbo where he doesn’t know what to call them since their date playing darts. They’re friends, that much TK knows. He finds himself confiding in Carlos more and more these days. The cop has a way of breaking past his defenses until he’s revealing the not so pretty parts that make him whole.

But there is also the other side of their relationship, the one where TK can’t keep his hands to himself, wanting to touch and taste every inch of Carlos any chance he gets. He wants to keep him even without knowing what they are yet.

“I can’t sleep,” he tells him honestly, hoping it’s enough of an answer about what he wants even if he isn’t entirely sure what that is himself.

“I’ll pick you up in 20,” Carlos answers easily, and TK can hear the rustling of his sheets over the phone as he gets up from his bed. “I’ll see you in a few, okay?”

TK nods even though Carlos can’t see before answering in the affirmative. He feels both excited and thankful that Carlos is willing to accommodate him at the drop of a hat. He tries not to give it much thought to what it means.

He dresses in a pair of black joggers and a zip-up hoodie, not bothering with anything underneath; it’s not like he’s going to be dressed for long anyway. He quietly walks out of the house as not to wake up his dad and waits on his front steps for the familiar blue Camaro to arrive.

He doesn’t have to wait long. Carlos arrives before the time he promised, and TK jumps to his feet, quickly making his way to the car before it fully comes to a stop. “Hi,” he breathes as he closes the door behind him, reaching for the seat belt.

Carlos answers by running a hand through his hair, tugging him forward. TK goes smoothly, leaning his upper body over the console, moaning softly as Carlos gives him a thorough kiss. It makes TK dizzy in a way that only Carlos’ kisses can.

“Hi,” he whispers back, smiling against his lips before he pulls TK’s bottom lip into his mouth, giving it a suck that leaves TK gasping when he finally pulls away. The smug smile on Carlos’ face makes TK roll his eyes.

“I was going to apologize for waking you up, but,” he trails off, poking a finger into the corner of Carlos’ smile, causing Carlos to let out a chuckle, knowing where his comment is going.

“I don’t mind,” Carlos says casually as he takes his hand from his face and holds it on his thigh. “You can call me whenever you want.”

TK swallows, not knowing how to answer Carlos’ easy affection and sincerity. Luckily he doesn’t have to. Carlos seems to be satisfied with holding his hand while he drives, as TK responds by running his thumb over his knuckles. He gets lost in its motion and doesn’t notice right away they aren’t headed back to Carlos’ apartment. Instead, they pull up at a closed establishment named ‘Rocco’s batting cages.’

“Umm?” he turns to Carlos, questioning when he parks and turns off the car.

“You said you couldn’t sleep,” Carlos answers. “I figured we should work off that excess energy of yours.”

“That’s what your bed is for,” TK shoots back even as he follows Carlos out of the car, shrugging at the raised eyebrow Carlos gives him. They know each other well enough at this point to not be shy about wanting each other.

Carlos shakes his head in amusement as he pops the hood of his car, pulling out a bag with a familiar logo of the food truck TK knows he loves.

“When did you even have time to get that?” he questions bewildered, following Carlos toward the obviously closed door of the property.

“I called in an order after I hung up with you and picked it up before getting to your place,” Carlos answers as he pulls out a set of keys. “They like me, so they were quick.”

“And this place?” TK questions waving towards it when Carlos slides in the key.

“My buddy owns it,” Carlos says with a shrug. “I have a spare key. I texted him I would be using the place tonight; he’s pretty used to it. When work has me stressed out, I like to come and swing the bat around.”

He lets TK go through the door first, turning the lights as he steps in and closing the door behind them. He guides them through the place with the practiced ease of someone familiar with the layout. He leads him to the back, where they step back outside to a gated area.

“Stay right here, I’m going to turn on the rest of the lights,” Carlos tells him, leaving him alone with the food.

It takes a few minutes, but soon overhead lights turn on, illuminating five separate batting cages evenly spaced. Carlos comes back with a pair of bats and a helmet, extending them to TK.

“Here you go,” he says to him, waiting for TK to take the equipment, walking into the batting cage in front of them while TK starts to get ready. He puts on the helmet and practices a few swings while Carlos sets up the pitching machine.

“Alright,” Carlos says as he comes back with a smile. “You’re good to go, just step in and press the button on the wall when you’re ready for the balls to start flying.”

“I’ll be honest, not the type of balls I thought would be flying tonight,” he murmurs, smirking at Carlos as he stares at him.

“You’re shameless,” Carlos finally says with a resigned laugh, affection coloring his voice. He steps up close to him, tipping his chin up to kiss him. “This will help,” he says against his mouth. “Trust me, and afterwards, we can deal with other balls,” he finishes with a soft blush on his face that makes TK snicker.

“I haven’t swung a bat since middle school,” he warns as he steps into the cage, closing the gate behind him. “I might suck at this.”

“I believe in you,” Carlos answers from the bench he’s sat on, pulling out a taco and jarrito drink. He flashes TK a grin before biting into his food. “Hit three, and you get a taco.”

TK rolls his eyes at the offer before pressing the start button, quickly stepping up to the plate. He manages to get a piece of the first and second throw but misses the next three. Every time he misses, he sneaks a look at Carlos, scowling at the smirk he finds on his handsome face.

“I told you I would suck,” he calls out, swinging yet again, making a face when his bat doesn’t connect.

“You’re just a little rusty,” Carlos answers cheerfully.

TK chuckles despite himself at the positive attitude. He steps off the base to pause the pitcher machine and turns towards Carlos with a raised brow. “Why don’t you come in here and teach me how it’s done,” he challenges, letting out a  grin when Carlos takes him up on it and stands.

He keeps smiling as Carlos steps into the cage, half a taco in hand. TK opens his mouth, his eyes twinkling with amusement as Carlos scoffs.

“You still didn’t earn your dinner,” he says even as he hands him the half a taco.

TK shrugs, paying him no mind as he bites into the food, humming in approval as the barbacoa flavor hits his taste buds.

“Okay, so your problem seems to be the swing of your hips,” Carlos explains, moving his to demonstrate.

TK bites his lip to keep from saying what he wants to say, though when he looks up at Carlos’ face, he finds that he didn’t need to. The pointed look he gives him tells TK he heard his silent innuendo loud and clear.

“Come on! You can’t talk about hip motions and move yours like that and not have me think about the other times I’ve proven just how well mine move,” TK protests as Carlos continues to look at him unimpressed. He grins at the eye roll Carlos gives him before he swings, connecting his bat to the ball dead center sending it flying.

“Damn,” TK says, impressed. “Okay, if you’re going to play like that, sure, show me your hip motions.”

Carlos huffs quietly, smiling as he shakes his head. He swings the bat three more times, hitting the ball each and every time.

“Okay, okay, stop showing me up,” TK complains as he pushes the button to stop the machine once more.

Carlos laughs as he steps off the plate, coming towards him. TK holds out his hand to take the bat back, but at the last moment, Carlos drops the bat on the ground, along with his helmet. He puts a hand to TK’s chest, pushing him firmly into the wall behind him, keeping him there by the press of his body against his.

“Are we finally going to get to the hip motions I excel at?” he questions, already rubbing himself against Carlos as he presses his hard thigh between his legs.

Carlos shakes with silent laughter, his brown eyes shining with delight. “What am I going to do with you?” he murmurs as he takes hold of TK’s face, tilting it upward to give him a feather-light kiss. The words are spoken with such affection that TK has to bite his tongue to keep from blurting out ‘Love me.’

Carlos seems to hear him anyway as he deepens their kiss. It grows hot and hazy, desperate as TK moans into it, biting on Carlos’ bottom lip, getting a low needy groan in return for his efforts.

His hands are on TK, lighting fires over his clothes everywhere he touches before he’s pulling on the zipper to his hoodie. He lets out a gasp as the cold air hits his skin, and Carlos pulls back to stare at his naked chest, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I thought we were going to your place,” TK explains, feeling himself blush. “I didn’t bother with underclothes.

Carlos stares at him for a moment longer, his eyes narrowing before the hand he has on his chest slides down TK’s stomach, slipping inside his joggers.

“Fuck,” Carlos curses as he wraps his hand around TK’s hard and dripping cock.

TK tries to speak but can’t seem to form any words as Carlos starts to touch him in practiced strokes. He lets out a mewling whine when Carlos runs his thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the liquid gathered around.

“Fuck,” Carlos whispers again, staring into TK’s wide-blown eyes. He leans in, giving him a hard, bruising kiss. TK tries to return it, but it’s over before he can. He tries to put enough brain cells together to complain, but he blinks once, and in the next second, Carlos is gone from sight, going to his knees in front of TK.

“Oh,” he breathes, nodding fast when Carlos taps at the waist of his sweats and looks up at him in question. “Please.”

Carlos gives him a grin before he starts to roll down TK’s pants. The cold air of the night makes him shiver, but that’s nothing to the full-body shudder he lets out when wet heat encircles him as Carlos takes him into his mouth to his base.

“Jesus Christ,” he exclaims, banging his head back as Carlos doesn’t waste a second and goes to work. He sucks at TK with a single-mindedness that leaves him breathless and his head spinning. It takes almost no time at all before TK is at a razor’s edge. He’s been wanting this all night, and it’s Carlos.

Carlos, who makes him feel safe enough to share everything ugly he has inside him. Carlos, who leaves his bed in the middle of the night to come to TK’s aid just because he can’t sleep. Carlos, who distracts him with batting cages and food just to lighten his mood. Carlos, who goes to his knees and worships TK like he’s actually something worthy.

He signals for him to pull back as his orgasm builds, but Carlos just sucks him in deeper, making his intention clear.

TK lets out another helpless moan as he spills into Carlos’ mouth, shaking as he sucks and licks him through it, swallowing everything TK has to give. TK’s last thought before he goes completely mindless is ‘can I keep you?’

He is all but useless as Carlos takes his mouth off him, and gently pulls up his sweats before he stands with a proud smile on his face as TK looks at him through dazed eyes.

“Think you can sleep now?” he asks smugly, and TK feels more enamored by the second.

“Yeah, I think so.”

Carlos’ expression is bright at his answer. He touches the tip of his nose to TK’s as he lays his forehead against his. “Good,” he tells him with a sweet smile. “Should I take you home?”

TK bites his lip, hesitating for a second before he speaks. “Or we could go back to your place?” he asks shyly. “I think I would sleep better there.”

Carlos softens; his eyes are gentle and kind as he looks at him. “Even better,” he tells him. “That way, with you in my arms, I’ll sleep well too.”

[ussgallifrey]

Change of Plans

✦ Summary: Bucky really wants to give you a good Valentine's day, but sometimes even the best thought plans don't work out the way you thought they would. ✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader ✦ Warnings: Mentions of menstruating and periods ✦ Word Count: 3.3k

There was something about the girl, who made his heart thud with a continuous home home home, that made Bucky desperately want to get this right. 

At the admission that you'd never celebrated the holiday with a partner before, which was said nonchalantly over a shared pizza, he was absolutely determined to change that. Sure, you'd only been together seven months - give or take a few days - but there was just something about you that made all the little signals in his head go off all at once and his tongue would tie up and he felt hopelessly dumbstruck at the sight of your smile like all the time.

He was crazy about you. That's all.

And because of that, he wanted to do something for the 14th. Nothing overly insane, like dinner in Paris with fireworks at the Eiffel Tower. Though, if you asked, he would have no qualms about absconding a quinjet and flying you there on the spot. But that is definitely not your taste - not even close.

But you deserve flowers and chocolates and a card and probably one of those giant pink teddy bears with the heart that says XO-XO that you were cooing and awwing over in CVS last week. And, God help him, he might even attempt to make dinner. 

Yeah, he's got it bad for you.

And waking up in the same bed this morning, with the knowledge that my place or your place? had finally ended at long last and that this was how he got to wake up almost every day. Well, it just about made his heart thump out of his chest and wouldn't that be a messy cleanup?

So, he's pleased as punch with himself when he can hear the happy little aww coming from the bedroom later that morning. He's obviously been up for hours already, attempting to throw together something edible in the kitchen while you slept away unawares.

You're a sight to see, as he leans against the bedroom door frame. Still under the covers, but sitting up enough to smell the vase of fresh flowers on your nightstand.

"You devil," you chide with a tired smile and a beckoning hand.

Bucky's more than happy to thread his fingers through yours as you pull him down next to you.

"When did you do this?"

He wants to kiss you.

"Had some time," he says instead, cupping a hand to your flushed cheek.

You hum happily, eyes fluttering closed as you lean into the simple touch. Warm lips feather-light against his palm.

"Keep it up, mister. See where it gets you."

Bucky chuckles, leaning his weight over you as his lips ghost against your own.

"Mmm, that's the plan," he murmurs before dropping a kiss to your waiting lips as you tug him ever closer.

Bucky likes to think he's pretty flexible. More of a flying by the seat of his pants type of person than a strict schedule follower. That's why he was going to let the day kind of flow on its own natural path. Breakfast in bed, maybe more in bed. Then a shower obviously, and maybe if things were to happen in there then that would be fine because you could still get the box of chocolates and the teddy bear whenever. And lunch and dinner didn't really have to fall on a set time either, so long as there was plenty of time left over for other activities later that night.

But even those simple plans are easily changed.

"Well, this sucks," you announce, emerging from the bathroom with a towel around you, hair damp against your skin.

He's already changed the sheets in hope of sparing you further embarrassment. 

"I'm sorry."

Dropping down onto the edge of the bed, Bucky folds himself around you to massage your warm shoulders.

"No, I'm sorry," you sigh, leaning back into his welcomed touch.

A kiss to your neck, fingers digging into the muscles of your back, "Hush. It's not like you can control it."

You nod slowly, head down and hands folded in your lap. He doesn't like the change one bit. But he lets the silence stretch at your discretion. Focusing all his skill into alleviating any and all pain he can with his impromptu massage.

After a moment, you admit, "It wasn't supposed to happen for three more days."

He gives a little hum of acknowledgment as he works his thumbs along your spine.

"It's bullshit, Buck."

That gets you a kiss to your cheek.

"I know, baby."

Leaving the comfort of the bed for only a moment to pad across the room, in your comfiest clothes and newly gifted heart-eyed taco-patterned socks, you return with an assorted box of chocolate and a small bag that had been hidden in the closet.

His heart, honest to god, wants to burst. He can't even remember the last time someone got him something for Valentine's.

Bucky holds up the covers for you to slip back in next to him, cuddling up against the large purple teddy bear wedged in between you both.

Handing over the red gift bag with silver ribbon tassels, "You're going to love this."

A raised eyebrow and a wary voice responds, "That sounds ominous."

You just smile, watching him untie the ribbon.

"Oh my god," he groans. "Why?"

All you can do is laugh as he pulls out the small Falcon plushie with a disgusted touch, as though the toy is actually burning him.

"I think this actually constitutes as a form of abuse."

You can't stop laughing, but you grab the bag from him while trying to fight back tears and pull out another stuffed animal. 

It's a sloth.

And then he sees the heart and he just shoots you a strange look and it sends you into another round of hysterics.

Snatching it from your hands as you collapse back against the pillow with howls of laughter, Bucky stares at the large red heart that says Damn Shawty You Fine.

As you continue to scroll through your phone, Bucky holds out one of the chocolates for you. Opening your mouth enough to let him slide the cream-filled piece into your mouth.

You were trading off all the coconut and walnut and pecan clusters his way, and in return, he was giving you all your favorites - despite his personal tastes.

"Mmm," you coo around the candy as you eagerly hold up your phone for him to see. "Look at this one - he's so cute."

Bucky stares at the curly-haired poodle wearing a heart headband.

"His name is Cupid. How cute is that?"

"Super cute," he responds with absolutely no disinterest whatsoever as he tries to catch up on the last few Dodgers' games before they were moved to California. The bastards.

You're not even bothered by it as you scroll through the adoption app and show him a tiny dachshund with a Free Kisses bandana.

"His name is Cupcake, Bucky. Cupcake."

He nods, "I can see that, yeah."

"Can you imagine if we got a dog? Oh my god, I haven't had a dog since I was a kid. We should get a dog."

Bucky shoves another piece of chocolate into your mouth as you laugh weakly around it, the protests dying on your lips.

It's absolutely freezing outside, but he insisted on going out to the store instead of using one of those delivery apps you were so crazy about. It was giving you a chance to sleep anyway, so if he was out for a while, then all the better.

- Midol

- Half-baked ice cream

- Gummy bears (not sour)

- A dog

- Rubbing alcohol & medical tape - ur fault

- We're almost out of dish soap too

- ♡

Is what the text reads.

Pulling his hood up and his coat closer, Bucky walks down the recently snowed-over sidewalk towards the store.

And you know what, it was all going just fine. He found everything you ask for - well, almost everything - and was at the register. And it was fine.

But the universe intervened and a pink poster caught his eye for the local animal shelter's Paws and Claws event. And he got a really stupid idea in his head. Because clearly, some higher power was trying to get him to check off everything on your list. 

Which is how he finds himself inside the FurEver Home animal rescue, almost forty minutes away from the apartment. Like an idiot. A lovesick idiot.

There's an older woman behind the counter that a white cat is walking across and dangling red heart banners wrap around the back wall. Small cat condos are in the one corner with a Kitty Haven sign above a room. And on the opposite side, it's not that difficult to miss the distinct sound of several dogs barking.

"Hi, how can I help you today?" she smiles warmly.

And that's when he realizes what he's actually doing. 

"Uhm, yeah, I actually wanted to look at the dogs, if you - "

She's already moving around the counter, "Yeah, of course."

Why did this seem like a good idea again?

"You can put that over here if you want?" she shows him a little shelf, pointing at his shopping bag.

"Oh, uh, yeah."

What the actual fuck was he doing?

"Okay, hands to yourself. If there's one you want to really meet, I'll get them leashed up and everything. Was there a certain one or a breed you were interested in?"

Bucky shakes his head dumbly, "No, just wanted to look around, I guess."

The barking is insanely louder once the soundproofed door is opened. Everything smells of wet dog and he's actually kind of overwhelmed, unsure of where to look as she guides him down the first row of kennels.

"These guys here are some of our newer arrivals," her voice is raised to be heard over the barking.

"Rocco here is a mixed pit, two years old. He's better with a quieter home right now. And Jessie was brought in from the same place. Little skittish, but she's a real sweetie."

He looks down at the large pitbull that's standing up on its hind legs to see him. And the nearly identical female in the kennel next to him. His heart squeezes.

"We have Cookie over here. She's a Collie mix, about five years is what our vet estimates. Domino is our oldest pup, she's ten, but she is so good with kids."

The little graying dog wags her tail when he walks in front of her kennel.

Oh, this was such a bad idea. He wants to take them all. Could he take them all?

They round the corner and another row of kennels. Max, Coco, Puff, Pebbles, Sascha, Twix, and Kit all bark and wag their tails and excitedly hop up as he walks by. And he is hit by the fact that this was a really really stupid idea.

A final row of kennels.

He passes by Margo and Finn, but pauses at last before a Golden Retriever - the only dog actually laying on a bed instead of right at the door.

"This is Lottie - hi, sweetheart."

The dog hops up and walks over to them, nuzzling her nose against the kennel as the woman stops in front of her.

"She's three, very well behaved. Housebroken, knows your basic commands."

The dog isn't even looking his way, just sniffing against the door, trying to get to the woman.

"Her last owners couldn't afford the vet bills; had to give her up. But we got you all taken care of, baby, didn't we?"

It's only then that the dog turns her head and Bucky realizes, "She's blind?"

"Yes. She got SARDS and her previous family couldn't afford the treatment and surgery."

"Is she on medication or…?"

"No, not anymore. Antibiotics post-surgery and some pain relievers, but she's all healed up now."

He stares at the healed-over scars where her eyes used to be and his chest aches.

The woman seems to pause, taking in his expression. 

"Would you like me to grab a leash?"

He nods wordlessly, struck by the dog in front of him, sniffing around the edge of her kennel. 

She opens the door and the dog backs up with an excited little tail wag. With the command, she sits and the woman is able to get the purple leash attached to her collar. And then she hands it to him and oh, hey. This is happening. 

"Free to walk in here or right out on the main sidewalk. When you're done, just bring her back over to me or one of the other volunteers. These guys are microchipped, just so you know."

Oh, darn. Looks like opening all the kennels and stealing the dogs wasn't going to work out then.

"Oh, okay," Bucky says instead.

The woman moves on to the other kennels, before disappearing around the corner, giving him room with the dog. Bucky looks down at her waiting patiently in front of him. Slowly, he kneels down, offering out his hand.

She sniffs it, once, twice, before inching her face a little closer. 

He's awestruck.

Hesitantly, he touches her muzzle with gentle little strokes. She leans right into it.

"Hey, sweetheart. Wow, hey, hey."

Her tail thumps happily against the concrete floor.

"Yeah, you're coming home with me, aren't ya, baby?"

Distantly, he thinks he's being a touch insane. But Bucky just stands up and slowly starts to walk her down the back row. Watching how Lottie stays right along his left side, her head occasionally bumping against him. When they reach the end of the row, he guides her with the leash to turn around and she does it perfectly. 

"Good girl," he rubs a hand between her ears as she pants.

The woman doesn't seem the least bit surprised when he meets her up front only a minute later.

He signs the adoption paper and the license registration. Gets coupons for a pet store and a vet visit. Is given several pamphlets about bringing a new dog home. And one very specific paper about blind dogs which he spends far more time reading over than the other ones.

The volunteer recommends getting a harness or collar that signals her disability to others and something called a Halo? It all just kind of keeps hitting him in waves with that underlying what the hell did I just do?

And then he's standing in the middle of the icy sidewalk with his dog. His Dog.

Ooh, boy. That's a crazy thought, ain't it?

He looks down at Lottie who's just patiently sitting on his left side, panting lightly.

"Come on, girl. Let's get you home."

The apartment is still dark when he walks in. Lottie remains on her leash - he'll have to lead her around the place first. Opening the contents of the shopping bag, he grimaces as he hurries to put the very warm ice cream into the freezer.

And then he hears a tired groan from the bedroom, "That you out there, handsome?"

His breath catches as he looks down at Lottie and back at the bedroom door.

"Uh…" he stalls. "I'm not sure if I'd go that far?"

"I'll be the judge of that," you call back playfully. "You got the goods?"

He nods with a silent laugh, unbagging the last few items as Lottie sits at his feet, sniffing the kitchen counter. Bucky pets her head affectionately. 

"Yeah, I knew a guy. He cut me a deal."

Your laugh brings warmth to his chest, "That's my man. I hope it was a good deal?"

There's a rustle of sheets and then your very distinct footsteps. And then a gasp.

"I think so," Bucky says with a shy smile.

"You didn't," your voice is adorably high pitched as you stare.

"I did."

You continue staring with a gaped mouth.

There's a jolt of nerves that hits him then. The realization that maybe this wasn't actually a good idea. And, hey, maybe you should have been there to pick a dog you actually wanted. And he should have at least told you or hinted at the possibility instead of just running out and literally adopting a dog.

But then you're crossing the room and crouching down next to Lottie.

"Hey there, pupper. Hi - awww!"

She leans right into your waiting arms as you rub down her sides and scratch behind her ears.

"You got a name, sweetie?"

Your eyes are glued right to her, a lovestruck look on your face.

"Lottie," Bucky says. "But we could change it if - "

"No," you stare up at him with admiration. "No, I like Lottie." And then you turn your attention back to the dog, "Yes, I do! Yes, I do. Oh, you are an angel, aren't you? What a pretty girl!"

He loves the way you wrap yourself around the dog, emitting all your affection onto her. Not even bothered by the obvious scars on her face. Seeing a dog in need of love and giving her all you've got.

And then you're standing up and squaring him with a lopsided smile.

"You're an idiot, you know that right?"

Bucky tries to look offended, but he just smiles. "Yeah. But I'm your idiot."

"Ah, ah, ah!" You chastise, a hand reaching down to rest on Lottie's head, "Our idiot."

He can't help but roll his eyes as you lean down and continue petting the dog.

"Yeah, I hope you're ready for the full force of this guy's stupidity, Lottie. He comes home looking like a mess almost weekly. Can't even take off his boots at the door like a normal person."

Bucky coughs loudly, "Anyway, dinner?"

You don't even pay him a bit of attention. "And the smell. Doesn't even take a shower after a long mission. I hope your little doggy nose can handle it or maybe we'll just hose him down."

"Italian?"

Fixing him with a pointed look, "Could you get anymore cliched for Valentine's Day?"

He grumbles, feeling oddly left out now that you've placed all your attention on Lottie.

"Chinese?"

You smile, standing once again to press a kiss to his nose, "A man after my own heart."

Circling his arms around your waist, he tugs you against his chest, "All it took was the promise of takeout?"

"And a dog."

He nods, "And a dog."

You press a kiss to his lips.

"Oh! And taco socks," you wiggle your foot happily.

Another kiss, and then a longer one, and then a peck. He stares into your eyes, cupping your cheek with everything he has about to burst from his chest with love love love.

"I love you."

Your smile is sweeter than candy as you lean into his hand, "Love you too."

Lottie makes a little whining sound and you break away. Bucky ruffles her fur a bit, already planning a list out for all the things he would need to buy her.

Moving around him, you eye the goods on the counter - snatching the Midol up quickly.

 "You got my ice cream?"

He winces, keeping his face focused on Lottie, "Uh… it might have melted?"

You gasp.

"Way to go, Bucky. Just ruin my whole day, why don't you?"

Bucky gaps for a moment, then points at Lottie, "Look, sweetheart! I got you a dog!"

Another gasp of surprise as you move down next to him.

"Well, would you look at that! Guess I'll just have to forgive you then, won't I?"

Lottie thumps her tail against the floor, a smile seemingly on her face as she pants. Bucky pulls you in with one arm and kisses you soundly on the lips.

The day might not have gone as planned, but he thinks everything might have worked out the way it was supposed to after all.

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LAS HUELLAS DE UNOS ESPECTACULOS EN REGRESIÓN

(EL LENGUAJE EN LA VIDA COTIDIANA)

FIESTA

LA MAESTRANZA

Hay tres espectáculos, antaño preferentes para las masas, que hoy corren grave peligro de desaparición. Me refiero al CIRCO, al BOXEO y a los TOROS.

Según los arqueólogos e historiadores el origen del circo se remonta prácticamente al mismo origen de la historia de la humanidad, desde la antigua Mesopotamia a la China. En España fue el espectáculo de elección, junto a las corridas de toros, en el siglo XIX y gran parte del XX. Por diferentes motivos, que van desde la protección a los animales a la divulgación televisiva de artistas desde los años 60 del pasado siglo y que poco a poco fueron restando el misterio a las magias y acrobacias circenses hoy corre un peligro evidente no ya de decadencia sino de clara extinción. El cine se ha acercado desde sus comienzos a este espectáculo y son numerosas las películas que han desarrollado sus historias en ese mundo circense cerrado y restringido. Muchas han sido de gran calidad. A continuación, presento una pequeña lista de películas que, a mi criterio, han alcanzado al mostrar el mundo del circo, una calidad cinematográfica fuera de toda duda.

LAS MEJORES PELÍCULAS ESCENIFICADAS EN CIRCOS:

 -EL GABINETE DEL DOCTOR CALIGARI, de Robert Wienne (1920)

-EL CIRCO, de Charles Chaplin (1928)

-LA PARADA DE LOS MONSTRUOS, de Tod Browning (1932)

-UNA TARDE EN EL CIRCO, de Edward Buzzel (y de los Hermanos Marx) (1939)

-CANDILEJAS, de Charlie Chaplin (1952)

-EL MAYOR ESPECTACULO DEL MUNDO, de Cecil B. de Mille (1952)

-TRAPECIO, de Carol Reed (1956)

 Otro espectáculo venido a menos por diversos motivos es el boxeo, posiblemente uno de los deportes más antiguos existentes (en lo primitivos Juegos Olímpicos se practicaba el pancracio, una especie de boxeo y lucha libre). La edad de oro del boxeo fue sin duda el espacio transcurrido entre el final de la I Guerra Mundial y las últimas décadas del siglo XX. Sus reglas modernas fueron establecidas en la segunda mitad del siglo XIX por el Marqués de Queensberry y así ha llegado hasta nosotros en una época, la actual, en que la consideración como deporte cruento, las corruptelas que desgraciadamente han acompañado a este deporte y la falta de “cantera” en los países occidentales han hecho que el boxeo haya pasado de ser un gran espectáculo de masas a ser un deporte marginal, al menos en la vieja Europa.

Lo que no se le puede quitar al boxeo es el feeling que tiene con el cine (no hay imágenes con más atractivo visual que las de un combate de boxeo, junto a los trenes – de vapor por supuesto - y a una partida de cartas en una obscura habitación llena de humo). Mi pequeña selección de las mejores películas sobre este deporte son las siguientes:

  LAS MEJORES PELÍCULAS SOBRE BOXEO:

-CUERPO Y ALMA, de Robert Rossen (1947)

-NADIE PUEDE VENCERME, de Robert Wise (1949)

-EL IDOLO DE BARRO, de Mark Robson (1949)

-MÁS DURA SERA LA CAIDA, de Mark Robson (1956)

-ROCCO Y SUS HERMANOS, de Luchino Visconti (1960)

-REQUIEM POR UN CAMPEÓN, de Ralph Nelson (1962)

-FAT CITY, de John Huston (1972)

-TORO SALVAJE, de Martin Scorssese (1980)

-MILLION DOLLAR BABY, de Clint Eastwood (2004)

  El tercer espectáculo que pasa también una crisis que puede ser definitiva son los TOROS. Los toros, según García Lorca “La fiesta más culta que hay en el mundo”, fueron en el siglo XIX y hasta hace pocos años el espectáculo de masas de la población española. Antes del fútbol y la televisión las pasiones se proyectaban en torno a los mitos taurinos. Es bien conocida esa dualidad sevillana entre Joselito y Belmonte que llegó a extenderse por toda España hasta la muerte del primero en 1920. Se era de Joselito o Belmonte como hoy se es del Real Madrid o el Barcelona. Pero las sociedades van evolucionando y lo que parecía completamente normal y aceptado por la mayoría de la sociedad ha ido haciendo enemigos, en muchos casos muy activos, que bajo la fiscalización de la defensa animal ponen en entredicho este arte; si a eso unimos otras circunstancias como precios muy caros, alejamiento de la juventud, falta de figuras de impacto social como las de Manolete o El Cordobés (sin entrar en la calidad artística de ellos) o el distanciamiento de los medios de comunicación, el resultado es un proceso de grave disminución social de apoyo a la tauromaquia. Yo no entro en las valoraciones de los antitaurinos para negar el pan y la sal a los toros; tampoco entro a valorar los argumentos históricos y/o artísticos de los filotaurinos. He sido un aficionado más bien superficial; me ha llamado la atención desde pequeño el ambiente de una corrida de toros cuando acompañaba a mi padre a algún festejo y sentiré si algún día desaparecen las corridas de toros en nuestro país una cierta melancolía sin llegar a lo que dijo en los años 30 del pasado siglo José Diaz, Secretario General del Partido Comunista de España, ante la pregunta de qué haría si prohibiesen las corridas de toros en España: “vería la última corrida en la Maestranza y luego me sentaría en el bordillo de una acera a llorar…” Lo que no admito es esa condena de los antitaurinos que tachan al toreo como una reminiscencia de la incultura española… si eso es así deberíamos tachar de incultos a Goya, Picasso, García Lorca, Bergamín, Valle-Inclán, Alberti (que llegó a participar como subalterno en una corrida junto a Sánchez Mejías), Orson Welles, Hemingway, Sánchez Ferlosio, Sabina, Serrat, Miquel Barceló y así un largo, larguísimo etcétera.

También el mundo del cine se ha acercado, sobre todo en nuestro país, al mundo del toro, aunque con menos calidad que con el circo o el boxeo. Ahí os dejo mi pequeña selección que incluye una obra maestra que solo conocí hace un par de años en unas Jornadas de Cine Taurino que organizó la Universidad de Sevilla. Torero, del exiliado republicano Carlos Velo es una magnífica película. De ella y de su autor hablaremos en otro capítulo (Os dejo también el cartel de una de las peores y más caras películas sobre toros que se han hecho en los últimos años- Manolete - de Menno Meijes y es que poner a un holandés a dirigir una película sobre toros es como poner a un español a dirigir una sobre la lucha sumo japonesa).

 LA MEJORES PELÍCULA SOBRE EL MUNDO DE LOS TOROS:

-SANGRE Y ARENA, de Rouben Mamoulian (1941)

-TORERO, de Carlos Velo (1956)

-FIESTA, de Henry King (1957)

-EL ESPONTÁNEO, de Jorge Grau (1964)

-YO HE VISTO LA MUERTE, de José María Forqué (1967)

-LA VAQUILLA, de Luis G. Berlanga (1985)

-MATADOR, de Pedro Almodóvar (1986)

 Pero debo aclarar que el acercamiento que hago hoy a estos tres mundos (circo, boxeo y toros) lleva un fin más literario que cinematográfico. Siempre me ha llamado la atención la influencia que estas actividades han tenido desde hace decenios en el lenguaje común de los ciudadanos. El lenguaje propio de los tres espectáculos ha trascendido su propio mundo y ha penetrado en la sociedad. Hoy día muchos, hasta los más genuinos críticos del circo, del boxeo o los antitaurinos más recalcitrantes, se expresan en ocasiones con frases que pertenecen estrictamente a esos mundos y ese vocabulario, ese repertorio, es posible que siga empleándose durante muchos años por encima incluso de la desaparición de la actividad que los creó en su día. Vamos a revisar qué expresiones de uso común y diario repetimos constantemente en nuestra vida cotidiana sin darnos cuenta del origen que tienen.

EL USO COTIDIANO DEL LENGUAJE CIRCENSE:

NO HAGAS EL PAYASO

PUSO UN CIRCO Y LE CRECIERON LOS ENANOS

¡ESTO ES UN CIRCO!

MIENTRAS HAYA QUIEN APLAUDA A LOS PAYASOS…

PAN Y CIRCO

 EL LENGUAJE COTIDIANO DEL BOXEO:

 LE SALVÓ LA CAMPANA

 LE PUSO CONTRA LAS CUERDAS

 ESTÁ K.O.

 ESO ES UN GOLPE BAJO

 NO BAJES LA GUARDIA

 ESTAR EN LA LONA

 TIRAR LA TOALLA

 TIENE PEGADA

 SE PASÓ DE LA RAYA

 NO AGUANTA UN ROUND

 COLGÓ LOS GUANTES

   Pero sin duda es el lenguaje del mundo taurino el que más incide en nuestro hablar diario con expresiones que usamos para todo tipo de hechos de nuestra vida cotidiana y que han sido recogidas por el profesor Francisco Reus de la Universidad de Alicante. Igual que hoy nos expresamos coloquialmente con frases como “Las cosas claras y el chocolate espeso”, “Vete al carajo” o “A buenas horas mangas verdes”, sin que la mayoría reconozcan el origen de las mismas, es posible que nuestros nietos pronuncien con frecuencia frases como las que a continuación os señalo sin saber que su origen estuvo en un espectáculo brillante de sus generaciones anteriores.

 FRASES DEL MUNDO TAURINO USADAS COLOQUIALMENTE:

 A LAS PRIMERAS DE CAMBIO 

 A MÍ NO ME TOREA NADIE 

 A TORO PASADO 

 ACOSO Y DERRIBO 

 AL HILO DE… 

 AL TORO, QUE ES UNA MONA 

 ALTERNATIVA (DAR LA) 

 ARMAR EL TACO 

 ASOMARSE AL BALCÓN 

 ATARSE BIEN LOS MACHOS (O APRETARSE) 

 AÚPA (ES DE) 

 HASTA LA BANDERA

 VER LOS TOROS DESDE LA BARRERA 

 HASTA LA BOLA 

 BREGA (R) 

 BRINDAR – BRINDIS 

 CABESTRO 

 CADA TORO TIENE SU LIDIA 

 CAMBIAR DE TERCIO 

 CARGAR LA SUERTE 

 CASTA 

 COGER AL TORO POR LOS CUERNOS 

CORTARSE LA COLETA 

 CRECERSE AL CASTIGO 

 CUADRAR 

DAR EL QUIEBRO 

 DAR LA PUNTILLA

 DAR LARGAS 

 DESPLANTE 

 ECHAR UN CAPOTE 

 EN CORTO Y POR DERECHO 

ENTRAR AL TRAPO 

 ESCURRIR EL BULTO 

 ESPANTÁ 

 ESPONTÁNEO

 ESTAR AL QUITE 

 ESTAR DE CAPA CAÍDA

 ESTAR EN CAPILLA 

 ESTAR PARA EL ARRASTRE 

FAENA 

FAROL (-EAR) 

 LA HORA DE LA VERDAD 

 MARRAJO 

 ES UN MIURA  

 MÚSICA, MAESTRO… 

 NO HAY QUINTO MALO 

 PARA TOREAR Y CASARSE HAY QUE ARRIMARSE 

 PARAR LOS PIES 

 PASARSE DE CASTAÑO OSCURO 

 PASEÍLLO 

 PINCHAR EN HUESO 

 PONERSE EL MUNDO POR MONTERA

PRIMEROS ESPADAS

 QUE NOS COGE EL TORO 

 RECIBIR UNA CORNADA 

 RELANCE 

 REMATAR LA FAENA 

 SALIR POR LA PUERTA GRANDE 

 SI EL TIEMPO NO LO IMPIDE Y CON PERMISO DE LA AUTORIDAD (curiosamente durante el Imperio Romano se hacía ya esta advertencia para los espectáculos del circo) 

 SUERTE SUPREMA 

 TENER MÁS VALOR QUE EL GUERRA. 

 TOREAR 

 TRAPÍO 

 VERGÜENZA TORERA

 Dejo para el final una conversación entre Juan Belmonte y e Valle-Inclán tras un gran triunfo del diestro. Don Ramón le gritó al maestro sevillano desde la barrera:

- “Ahora, Juan, ya sólo te queda morir en la plaza”.

 - “Se hará lo que se pueda, don Ramón; SE HARÁ LO QUE SE PUEDA.

16/7/2021