#son...majos

[war-is-bad-girls]

Red umbrellas by @SulekuArts

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[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

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[masterinfangirlissues]

hay fiesta de jubilación en mi oficina y he huido pero no sé cómo lo haré para: evitar la cena/comida de navidad

[rosefulmadness]

behold: true political audio-visual poetry

the big add with the flag says "do you wanna be part of the national police?" and there's a big "no" written in black, underlined 2 times with a big pamphlet that reads

"IN THE FACE OF its CRISES, WARS, and PRECARIOUSNESS, and AGAINST THE EXTREME RIGHT and THE PROGRESSIVE GOVERNMENT, LET'S FIGHT LIKE IN FRANCE!"

"MEETING FOR A REVOLUTIONARY SOCIALIST YOUTH!"

the guy that did this, did it on purpose, and then sent it through the gc

olé sus cojones✨️ españita 🇪🇸✨️

[butteronabun]

i just want you to take me where your heart is

a diluc ragnvindr x female reader highschool au.

overview: and who could possibly be the golden boy’s type?

wc: 2k

notes: imagine diluc with his hair down in this one. and also. diluc’s father hasn’t d-worded in this au so he’s the happy diluc we all know and love before shit hit the fan ( we still love him even after shit hit the fan tho )

Diluc Ragnvindr is prim and proper. Chivalrous and well–mannered. The star athlete of the Favonious Birds. Intelligent, a leader, and a great speaker. 

And of course, he’s every girl’s dream guy. 

“. . . And yet, he’s still single,” Kaeya remarks with a smirk, and his friends around him laugh in unison. 

Currently, he’s eating lunch with them in the campus’ outdoor park — a place of tranquility where some students prefer to hang. Instead of being involved in the hustle and bustle of what goes on in their cafeteria, be it your average food fights or impromptu musicals incited by a certain twin–braided man, said outdoor park was a better option for these lads to unwind.

“You know, I used to think that he and Jean would look good together,” a friend of Kaeya says, and they all turn to him. “She’s just like him: elegant and grades conscious. Takes part in student governments and volunteers to school events. Plus, she’s drop dead gorgeous! With her brilliant blue eyes and smooth blond hair, oh, if I was Diluc - I would not hesitate to date her!”

“Nah, I think Lumine is better,” They all glance next to their right. “She’s sporty, and she can definitely keep up with Diluc. She aces her tests without any difficulty, despite doing a part–time job every night with her brother in a nearby coffee shop, and it’s rumored that she makes the best drinks! Moreover, she’s a beauty. That’s why she keeps on receiving loads of love letters during the Windblume Festival every year, so it will not be surprising if she’ll be getting them again!”

Ah, yes. The Windblume Festival is fast approaching—now that January is about to end, in the next two weeks, Brightcrown High School’s air will surely be filled with nothing but endless romance.

Kaeya gazes up above, where a giant tree shadows their figures with its bright green leaves. The sunlight filters through the gaps and he basks into this moment of peace. He then adds playfully, “And Diluc will be busy tidying up his locker once more, because it will be filled with chocolates and letters.”

“What?! Does he even eat them? Tell him that he can donate, you know!”

Kaeya huffs, “My brother won’t even give me a piece, what makes you think he’ll hand you one?” 

He remembers the time that Diluc had been so overwhelmed by the plethora of sweets, and yet seemed so appreciative about it. Father was just proud of the older son’s popularity. Kaeya offered to help him consume them all as a joke, but Diluc shook his head vigorously, saying that he shouldn’t, and that “they all worked hard for this”, and it was right that he only eat them.

How adorable of him, really.

Plus, Diluc even read the letters one by one. No matter how cringe or sickeningly sweet they were, Diluc read them all. And Kaeya wasn’t even shocked that there was no judgment in his face. 

Diluc was just grateful for the gifts. Bashful, indeed, and sometimes he was not sure what to feel, but he was grateful.

“So, Diluc. Who will it be? Jean or Lumine?” Kaeya questions with a grin that afternoon, when the Windblume Festival is finally in full swing. 

Diluc raises his head from the paper he’s answering — it’s a survey given to him by one of the juniors for their research subject — and frowns. “What brought this on? Why am I suddenly choosing between two friends?”

“Oh come on, you weren’t even listening!” Kaeya pouts, before sitting on a nearby desk. 

After exploring the premises for some snacks and attractions, the brothers decided to stay inside an empty classroom for a while. They can hear some cheers from the outside, loud declarations of love and squeals from the majority, that surely Diluc thinks would be a delight for Kaeya, but has opted to accompany him instead.

“I was.” Diluc purses his lips, and hears laughter echoing through the halls as students run and get chased by disciplinary officers. “You and your friends were talking about the girls and I. I just don’t understand why you want me to choose. And be careful, you might fall. Don’t move so much.”

“Cooome on, Diluc,” Kaeya groans as he leans, “We’re sixteen, aren’t we? Father says we’re at that age, after all. By that, I meant, where we’re all supposed to be dating and courting?”

Diluc feels his cheeks slightly heat up from the words that escaped from Kaeya’s mouth. He returns to his duty of answering the survey. ( As if he needed to, when he was already done. ) “And I told you countless times that I’m not interested. Need I remind you that I don’t have the time for it. You know I still have to prepare for college, and that I have to keep an eye on my varsity scholarship, and—“

“Yadda, yadda, yadda——“

“Don’t yadda me, Kaeya. That’s just how it is.”

“You seriously aren’t interested?” Kaeya prods.

Diluc shoots him a firm stare. “Absolutely positive.”

And Kaeya sticks his tongue before hopping from the desk and making his way to the door. “Fine. But don’t think you’re off the hook just yet.” Diluc watches his retreating back. “I’ll make sure to find you a lady, and it’ll be your type, and you’ll fall in love.”

Kaeya pulls the door open. He confidently says, “It’ll be inevitable, Diluc. Inevitable!”

A small smile creeps its way to Diluc’s lips, finding this all amusing. “Then I wish you the best of luck.”

Kaeya huffs, not liking that Diluc seems so smug and unbothered by it, then leaves.

Diluc waits for a while. And waits. 

And waits, until he blinks, checks his survey, before sighing heavily. 

A brilliant shade of red coats his pale cheeks, and he buries his face in his hands.

Dating. Courting. The type of lady Diluc likes? Yeah. Diluc already has found his type. 

( Kaeya doesn’t have to know yet. He hates lying, but it’s too soon. Maybe someday. If Diluc can face his feelings first. )

So, hear, hear! He’s not missing out, in spite of what his friends say.

This person is not what everyone expects; it’s not the formal and polite Jean who can deliver a speech eloquently, nor the radiant and loyal Lumine that they want to push toward his direction.

Instead. . .it’s someone else.

And that someone else dropped a bowl of soup to Principal Varka’s white slacks. That someone else triggered the anger of a certain math teacher because she climbed the roof so carelessly during class to fly a kite. That someone else got into detention and instead of writing I’ll be good from now on one hundred times, spent the day with the others in that session to tell ghost stories.

That someone else was you, who wasn’t like Jean or Lumine. That someone else was you—the you, who was his exact opposite, and yet managed to capture his heart. 

You are one of Mond High’s known troublemakers, and apparently, he has fallen victim to your charms.

Maybe it began when you were just snickering with your buddies in the library despite the librarian‘s persistent shushing. He was solving his quadratic formula worksheets back then, and he was impressed that even if you were fooling around, you were in the library to actually learn more about the cardiovascular system, with the help of a fellow friend. 

(“I will be proud to say that the one that carries the blood away from the heart is. . . arteries!”

“You’re right!”

“Yay!!”

“Shh!”) 

Or maybe it began when you witnessed that one student who humiliated himself by accidentally slipping on the wet floor in the cafeteria, and everyone sans Diluc laughed.  Then you came to his rescue, marching in the middle with all the attention on you. 

You didn’t offer your hand. 

But you purposefully slipped instead, and even had the most embarrassing fall. The cafeteria became noisier because of you, and Diluc, baffled at first, found himself chuckling soon after.

Actually, no. 

He didn’t fall in love with you during those times. These were the times in his life that led to this one very moment—

When the Favonious Birds lost the tournament, Diluc was sulking in the playground, all by himself. He took the blame despite Kaeya and his friends denying it, but he knew better. If Diluc had just made it quickly to the ring, their team could’ve been victorious and brought the trophy home.

But alas, it was just an if. It didn’t happen.

Then, something wet drops in his hair. Then his arm. And nose. It was about to rain, and Diluc just grunted, not caring one bit. He was sure Adelinde would make a fuss about it, or his father would pester him for his carelessness, but he wasn’t in the mood to leave his spot just yet.

Let the rain wash away his sorrows.

Pitter–patter. Pitter–patter. Pitter–patter. Pitter–patter. 

“Don’t match with the gloomy weather now.”

Diluc slowly lifted his head, wondering who spoke and what covered his pathetic and hunched form that was wallowing in despair. And his eyes grew wide when he saw you, almost bending with an umbrella in hand, sheltering you and him from the incoming downpour.

You smiled down at him, “There it is. Keep your head up, King! Your crown is falling.” 

And Diluc’s heart skipped a beat the same time a thunder rumbled from the distance. “W–what. . . ?”

You continued, “I don’t know what got you all so sad, but everything will be fine soon! I’m sure of it! After all, once the rain passes, there will be a rainbow!” Then, you grabbed his cold and even bigger hand, and Diluc, at that split second, felt the static. You didn’t even react. But your hand was warm, and Diluc’s chest was, too. 

Dumbfounded, he let you guide his fingers. It only came to him long after that he was gripping a metal handle. “Have my umbrella! I hope this will make your day a little better, and if it doesn’t. . . well, at least I tried. But I have to go now!”

You quickly put the hood over your head when the rain grew stronger. Diluc, concerned over your well–being, finally regained his composure to protest. “But what about you— hey. . . !”

He watched you run and wave, bidding farewell. “You don’t have to return it to me! It’s all yours! I really have to go, so see you, maybe? Bye!”

“But. . . !”

And Diluc. . . Diluc could catch you if he wanted. He could sprint and return the umbrella to its rightful owner, but he didn’t. 

Instead, he remained in his position. 

And his heart— oh, his heart. His heart couldn’t stop pounding that day.

You are Diluc’s first love. 

That is established. 

The thing is, this is a secret. No one knows yet. Just him.

He’s never felt this towards anyone before. You are his first.

( And hopefully the last. )

You’re different from everyone else. You’re different from him. You have your own unique methods of doing things. You have your own way of paving your path. You are the artist to your own canvas; the director of your own film.

You are like the sun. You brighten everyone’s day with your presence, and you also shine, because Diluc can’t keep his eyes off of you whenever you’re in the vicinity.

He knows that this is really an unexpected outcome – him, who was definitely out of your league and vice versa, catching feelings for someone like you.

( Someone like you who is free in life, and Diluc wants to feel that, even just for a bit, with you. )

But like before, all he can do is merely daydream and wonder about the what–ifs. What will it be like to be your friend? Will he experience all the shenanigans that you ensue? Will he also fly a kite with you? Will he get into detention?

Yet this is unbecoming. Improper. Inappropriate for someone like him—for the eldest son of the Ragnvindrs and for the next heir of the winery. He can’t indulge into lighthearted affairs or mischief. He’s supposed to be responsible and disciplined. A man of propriety.

So all he can ever do is have these thoughts. Just thoughts. He has more important matters to attend to, like college applications, training, lessons in handling the in winery business. . . 

And . . . there’s no way that you’ll approach him again, right? 

Diluc knows to himself that can do it instead, you know. He can approach you if he must, but . . . he’s just so shy. 

And a lot of people are always around you. So who is he to burst your bubble, when you seem so finally content with your life?

Diluc peeks from the open windows and sees couples holding hands and sharing kisses. Briefly, he imagines what it would be like to experience romantic love during Windblume.

He feels his cheeks steam again. 

Kaeya will surely have a field day once he sees his older brother being lovesick like this.

You really are one of Mond High’s troublemakers. And it’s not only because you prank your friends or piss off the teachers, but you make it hard for him to focus. 

Just thinking of you never fails to make his heart perform somersaults.

He is Diluc Ragnvindr. Prim and proper. Chivalrous and well–mannered. The star athlete of the Favonious Birds. Intelligent, a leader, and a great speaker. 

He is not every girl’s dream guy. 

Because unfortunately, the girl he likes doesn’t even see him in a romantic light.

[skywavlkcr]

" oh, vamos, no comiences con tus palabras extrañas " entonces se deja caer también sobre la cama sobre espacio que queda y sin importar si aplastaba en el proceso alguna extremidad, como acostumbraba desde que eran niñas " yo no hubiese vuelto " sincera, así que no reprocha la broma (o duda) que pudo haber cruzado la mente de su gemela " bien, demasiado bien, hubiese dado todo por unos meses extra " suspiro le sigue, cree que es pesar que le seguirá por un tiempo " hace dos meses, papá me tiene trabajando con él por el momento " y es cuando vira mirada en exageración que da a entender lo nada que le gusta aquello.

un poco lo duda, pero no dice nada. se desploma sobre la cama y mira el techo por varios segundos. después levanta levemente el cuerpo y se apoya con los brazos a los costados. “ anticlimático. ” tampoco sabe qué esperaba, pero ciertamente algo más que eso. “ —estuve a nada de no subirme al avión. ” bromea, más o menos. “ ¿tu viaje qué tal? ¿volviste hace mucho? ”

[carmennogales]

[🇪🇦] Fan art de Pelegrina y Ventura, junto con la compañía de la gallina Clotilda, del libro "La Ciudad de los Mil Ojos" de Bruno Puelles.

Este pasado mes de Octubre tuve la oportunidad de conocerlo en persona en la Feria del libro de Sevilla y regalarle una impresión de este dibujo y otro fan art que enseñaré pronto por aquí. Bruno es muy majo, dadle una oportunidad a sus libros, por favor. Me encantan los mundos que crea y la sensibilidad que tiene para crear personajes.

Estos mellizos son mis favoritos del libro (junto a alguien más). La dinámica entre ambos es un tira y afloja constante muy interesante. Sufrí mucho con ellos... Ay, mejor que lo descubráis viajando por los canales de la ciudad, a la vez que tratáis de no molestar a ciertas criaturas durante el paseo...

[🇬🇧] Fan art from the book "La Ciudad de los mil Ojos", by Bruno Puelles.

[nevenkebla]

Tanto a favor

Amazing Spider-Man #252 Tom DeFalco, Roger Stern, Ron Frenz

— Spider-Man: ¡Parece que ahí abajo hay problemas! — Justin: ¡Cállate, Weezie! ¡Te lo advierto! — Weezie: ¡No! ¡Me mentiste, Justin! ¡Me hiciste una promesa y me mentiste! — Justin: ¡Se acabó! ¡Si no cierras la boca, te la cierro yo! — Spider-Man: ¡Frena, campeón! ¿Es que tu madre no te enseñó que los caballeros no pegan a las damas? ¿Qué hacéis aquí tan tarde? ¿Y por qué estabais discutiendo? — Weezie: ¡Es, hum, culpa de Justin! — Justin: ¡No lo es! — Weezie: ¡Sí! ¡Prometió llevarme a un concierto esta noche, pero se echó atrás en el último momento! — Spider-Man: ¿Nada más? ¿Estáis peleando por una cita? — Weezie: ¡Quería ir a ese concierto! ¡Era mi grupo favorito, Brunt Toast! — Justin: ¡No es culpa mía que no pudiera conseguir entradas! ¡Además, son unos cutres! — Spider-Man: ¡Basta! ¡Respirad, chicos! ¡Os estáis comportando como idiotas! ¡Es estúpido discutir cuando tenéis tanto a favor!

— Justin: ¿Ah, sí? ¿Como qué? ¡Echa un vistazo a este barrio, amigo! ¡Weezie y yo vivimos aquí, y da asco! ¡No tenemos nada a favor! — Spider-Man: ¡Te equivocas, Justin! ¡Del todo! ¡Hay muchos sitios peores que este barrio… y este planeta! Normalmente, suelo discutir con los puños… ¡Pero con vosotros voy a probar otra táctica! — Weezie: ¡Eh! ¿Qué estás haciendo? — Spider-Man: ¡Os llevo de paseo! Agarraos fuerte, porque… ¡Es hora de columpiarse! — Justin: ¡Ay! ¡Creo que voy a vomitar! — Weezie: ¡No te atrevas, Justin! ¡Eh, amigo! ¡¿Estás loco?! — Spider-Man: ¡Tal vez! Pronto lo veremos…

— Weezie: ¿Por qué nos has traído aquí? — Spider-Man: Quería que vierais a vista de pájaro esta ciudad… ¡Vuestra ciudad! ¡Sentid el frío aire nocturno! ¿No os hace alegraros de estar vivos? — Justin: C-claro, si tú lo dices. ¿P-podemos irnos a casa? — Weezie: ¡Aún, no, Justin! ¡Las vistas me molan! — Spider-Man: ¡Bien! No me van los discursos… así que dejaré que la ciudad hable por sí misma… ¡Eh, sé que la ciudad no es perfecta! Tiene sus cosillas… pero también tiene mucha belleza. ¡La ciudad es como cualquiera criatura viviente! ¡Tiene potencial para un bien increíble… o para un mal horrible! ¡Forma parte de vosotros, os deis cuenta o no! Siempre la llevaréis con vosotros… ¡A donde quiera que vayáis! ¡Eso es lo que tenéis a favor! ¡Es mucho más de lo que creéis!

— Weezie: ¡Gracias por el viaje, amigo! Sé que a Justin no le ha gustado… ¡Pero yo me he divertido! — Spider-Man: ¡Y yo! — Weezie: ¿Sabes una cosa? Eres majo… ¡Aunque raro! — Spider-Man: ¡Supongo que sí! Más raro que algunos… ¡Pero menos que otros! — Weezie: ¡Entonces no quiero conocer a los otros! — Spider-Man: Ni yo… ¡Pero no tuve elección! ¡Adiós, Weezie! ¡Qué tengas una buena vida! ¡Tío! ¡No sé si eso les ha sentado mejor a ellos o a mí! ¡Pero me siento mejor que antes! Nueva York, sabes cómo sacar lo mejor de… ¡TU AMISTOSO VECINO SPIDER-MAN!

[jartita-me-teneis]

Los tuaregs, un pueblo con los mismos orígenes que los antiguos canarios, supuestamente en el Sur del antiguo Marruecos, cuya lengua según algunos autores es la misma (evolucionada) que hablaban los canarios, caracterizada por su aislamiento, escasa influencia del árabe y su supuesto arcaísmo. Se llaman a sí mismos como amaceq, amahaq, o amajaq, que son variantes del ‘amazigh’ y evolución de como se llamaban los libios en el s. VI y V A. C, mazyies o maxyes. La primera explicación del origen de este nombre, la realizan genealogistas medievales norteafricanos, que recogían la tradición de la época de las tribus, por la que decían descender de un ancestro mítico común llamado Mazi, por lo cual Amazi vendría a significar «descendiente de Mazi» y tendría relación con los ancestros.

A los habitantes de Lanzarote y Fuerteventura se les llamaba majos y relacionado con ello tenemos las voces maxio, con las variantes majo y mago que designaban para los antiguos canarios los «encantados» o almas de los difuntos, espíritus o fantasmas de los antepasados. Y los pueblos amzighs a la hora de jurar, lo hacen por sus antepasados, al igual que aquí «juraban por Magec que es el sol» (Atis Mago) y «el alma tenian por inmortal hija de Magec» y que ��a los fantasmas llamaban magios, hijos de Magec», relacionando el culto solar, con el juramento realizado por los ancestros.

Marín de Cubas nos cita a los «encantados» o majos apareciendo en el sureste de Gran Canaria, muy probablemente al pie de Montaña de Las Tabaibas y de El Coronadero, en un poblado que recibía el nombre de Amoxo, y que pudiera ser Amajo, pues se situaba donde hoy se encuentran las Salinas de Abajo.

[saraculberry122]

Sammy Ingram Is A Liar

I have known Samantha a.k.a. Sammy for over 10 years. We used to be extremely close friends up until recently. I had to cut her off, because my self, and some of our other friends called her out for constantly lying in her videos. She has already cut off Other friends for calling her out. One of our friends, Tallia, called her out over a year ago, publicly, and Sammy pretended to not know who she was. Sammy has been a habitual, and pathological liar her entire life. She used to lie about her race, and heavily edit her photos and tell people that they weren’t even when it was extremely obvious. She would tell people she was Hispanic, then she would tell people she was half black. She knows how to manipulate people into believing whatever she tells them. I will attach messages to this thread. I was recently blocked after trying to upload a video about the situation on YouTube, she reported my video immediately, and it got taken down for bullying and harassment. I tried to re-upload it, but since my kids were in the background of my video, I think it’s safer, if I don’t.

She always tries to silence everyone who calls her out. She cuts her friends off and blocks us. Then she pretends as if she doesn’t know us. She has never manifested anything in. This is not her first time using social media to scam people. She has admitted to us that she steals other peoples videos. She has sent me links of other peoples post and videos, saying she was going to make a video like it. She talks shit about her coaches, and even tried to scam some of them. Which is why her coaches are constantly leaving. She always says she doesn’t care about her clients, she just wants to make money. She always complains about her clients and her situation is calling them names and laughing at them for being desperate.

Around the time of her father‘s passing, and I reached out to her and told her that I pray she stops lying and does the right thing. She got mad at me and wouldn’t talk to me for a few months. When she did reach out to me she told me she would confess publicly. me and Tallia, are used to create google accounts, and Facebook, pages and fake success stories for her. We were commenting, 20 or 30 success stories under all of her post. When she started her Facebook group, we would post success stories from accounts we created. She literally asked us to do this, so that people would buy her coaching and think she was legit. And she used to buy her Instagram followers. She used to tell people she was Hispanic, which is not true. She would lie about where she is from. All she does is lie. She never manifested Bobby, I have no clue how she made him agree to even filming videos about it. But I’m sure she Gaslite him or manipulated him as she did so many people we know.

She has a burner Twitter account that she used to use to bully people online. The account is still active and she uses it to defend herself, pretending to be someone else to anyone who sends her hate online. She pretends like it’s a supporter but it’s actually her. You may have noticed this account around. She blocked all of her friends on this account along time ago, so I don’t remember the name of it. I’m sure one of you can find it and figure it out. I years ago, she would always create fake accounts to bully people or make herself seem better. Since she is a good liar and manipulator, it’s usually easy for her to get away with everything. I’m sure she has brainwashed her followers into believing everything she says. she loves playing the victim and always has. Every time she starts some thing with someone, it’s always their fault. She is constantly throwing rocks at people and then hiding her hands. This has been going on way before this YouTube channel.

I’m sure like always. She is going to pretend like she doesn’t know me. The same thing she did to TALLIA I will see if I can find a picture of us together. Please help me get this message out. I worry for her son Major Devon Ingram every single day. I pray he doesn’t end up like a pathological liar like his mom. I tried to tell her for years she needs to confess to all of the fucked up stuff she’s done. She continues to say she will, but I doubt she will ever. I cannot wait to see how she will lie and manipulate her way out of this.

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

Gente bella 🩷🩷🩷🩷🧡🧡🧡🧡

En la uni hay tanta gente que acabas encontrando tu grupo, ,, en otros ambientes hay que escoger bien porque puedes acabar hasta la polla

[postguiltypleasures]

My Peak TV Journey *Betty la Fea La Historia Continua*

I need to say upfront, that I was really excited about this series, and I remain mostly satisfied. I look forward to the second season continuing (and wrapping up?) this story. I also finished watching the edited-for-Peacock version of the original.  I will say that the sequel is for people like me, people who think the original loses steam after the return from Cartagena. While the original series shows Armando in touch with his emotions, it doesn’t show him having any idea how to act on them in a healthy manner. Despite this he and Betty accept that they’re still in love, generally better together so they get together without resolving Betty’s deep trust issues, or how Armando still needs to learn anger management and better communication skills. It’s amazing they lasted as long as they did.

I don’t want to fight anyone over the quality of the series, but there are some things I have to defend. Namely the structural differences between the sequel and original. By structural, I mean mostly pacing, cast size, and how information is revealed. The differences between setting up a story that will most likely run through through hundreds of episodes more or less uninterrupted for over a year vs something that the two episode once a week, for a total of ten where continuation will be indefinite is essentially a change of medium. The techniques and rules for storytelling change. The now de-cannonized sequel spinoff Ecomoda is criticized for being too much of a sitcom when figuring out how to deal with similar structural change.  La Hisotria Continua is more like the original telenovela in tone and plot points, but those have to unfold differently than the original. (Also in being more like the original, it’s going to torture its main characters anew. If you can’t accept it, don’t watch and don’t comment.) In the original an early episode is dedicated to Betty and Nicholas reading a magazine covering an event Ecomoda hosted, with flashbacks to said event. Through this we really get to know many of the major characters and what they are trying to do. This season comes with the assumption that we are familiar with most of the characters, but we don’t really know what they’ve been up to, and most importantly, we don’t know how they relate to the new characters. Crucially, it isn’t laid out so we know what kind of danger Betty is walking into this time. In the original the intrigue was “what will happen?” Here it’s more “what has happened?” This comes with mixed results. The first episode especially felt needlessly confusing. And even by the end of the season, there were things, like how and why Majo got involved with Ecomoda, that I wish had been clarified already. However, there was a moment in the second episode made it more clear that they knew what they were doing. This starts with Betty telling Bertha and Sandra that she was not a good president of Ecomoda because she only made the rich richer. I took this as a sign that this was taking on the extreme classism in the original, how it was mostly treated as “that’s the way the world works” kind of way. 

The series opens at Don Roberto’s (Armando’s father) funeral. Armando’s relationship with his father was always  fucked up though the original series seemed to lose interest in the more negative aspects of his character as it went on. One of the messed up things about their relationship was how accommodating Roberto was to Daniel, son of his former business associates and Armando’s rival. The not too subtle subtext is that Roberto thought of Daniel as a more serious minded person for business and wished Armando was more like him, while also showing little to know interest in anything else about who Armando was as a person. He didn’t have much interest in who Daniel was as a person either. This all business approach helped him appear to be out of the fray, when he really very much was in it. In the new series, through  a video of his will, Roberto sets up a plan for Ecomoda that manipulates a reluctant Betty back into the office of the presidency while telling Armando how he once again failed as president.  No wonder after Roberto’s death Armando is haunted by visions of Roberto saying Armando should have spent more time in prison, and that he doesn’t deserve someone as wonderful as Betty. The latter statement is ironic, given that Roberto treated Betty pretty coldly. Everyone ignores the fact that in the original series when they first met he refused to shake her hand. Roberto definitely deserves some of the blame for how Marcela became a lingering presence over Betty and Armando’s marriage, and Betty never feeling entirely welcome in the Mendoza family. And of course as we later learn, her fired Betty to appease Marcela, when that was bad for everyone.

Looking back after the season, I think Marcela might have been the character who most benefited from the changes in structure. The story was put into motion by her worst qualities, her anger, lack of curiosity, the ways she isolates herself. But she didn’t have enough air time to for these traits to become too tiresome and have us give up on her. And she is left in a position where she has to make some life changing decisions. We learn early on Marcela blames Betty for Daniel’s downfall. Betty was aware that something was wrong with the company financially, alerted the police and the investigation led to Daniel being arrested for money laundering and then being murdered in prison. But, for the plot of this series, the real issue is how aggressively Marcela only sees what she wants to see. Marcela seems to have natural blinders towards so much in life. She wants vengeance against Betty and Armando by forcing them out of Ecomoda and then taking over with Ignacio. But she is not paying attention to what Ignacio is doing. When she learns if a lot of it in the last episodes she’s appalled. Her relationship with Ignacio is the inverse of how she treated Armando as a boyfriend. But it is reminiscent of how she never had interest in the running of Ecomoda, never checked in on Armando and Mario’s business schemes and ignored how her brother sexually harassed her best friend. So her not checking in more on Nacho feels in character, if a part of her character that’s always been frustrating. After the reveal that Ignacio is her half brother, instead of her nephew as she believed, I began to wonder if it was a revelation to force her to change this aspect of her character? Does knowing her father had a second family make her aware that this isn’t just keeping her head high out of the muck? (Or whatever she says to herself.) She’s ignoring things that matter. It also made me think are we supposed to reassess her constant monitoring of Armando during their relationship as some kind of subconscious way of making up of all the ways she ignored the poor behavior of the men in her immediate family? For most of the season the relationship between Marcela and Nacho was treated as a mystery, much of the office assuming that he was her boyfriend, while fans knew he was a secret member of the Valencia family and having the full answer include how much Marcela doesn’t look at or explore things involving her familys interesting. I hope the next season follows up on this. Some of the follow up will involve Pascual, Nacho’s secret parter and Marcela’s new love interest. I’m not sure Pascual will actually be good for Marcela in the long run.  She needs to have her single minded desire to hurt Betty and Armando broken by other desires. And I don’t think she’s thought of wanting anything else for a while. But he gives mixed messages all the time. As a secret patter who express interest in becoming part of the high society fashion world. But in his first scene he says the line “Para mi papero y papito son los mismos nombres.”  Indicating he’s not that interested in changing his identity.  He has a couple of ugly divorces and says he wants to be fawned over by models, but he also is instantly smitten with Marcela and pursues her with the most blunt and crass language I can imagine.  He also has as little interest in remaking Ecomoda’s image as he does his own image, to Nacho’s presumed chagrin.

Marcela also had surprisingly little interaction Patricia, which did affect a lot of the show. It’s an interesting way showing of how people have changed and stayed the same. During the first episode I hated Bertha and Sandra’s jokes about Patricia’s husband. They were gross and agist.  (Later meeting him at the quinceñera flash back made Patricia’s relationship  seem like elder abuse. But, I kind of like that Patricia’s in a relationship that she wants to be known, but doesn’t want to bring attention to. It’s a change of pace from the original where she was single, desperate and frequently saying how she could have a boyfriend whenever she wanted. The change seems like an appropriate response to Daniel regularly offering to pimp her out to his friends. I also like that she was promoted to Gutierrez’s position as a way to show everything being different but similar. Patricia was always about bossing around el cuartel. Gutierrez also seemed to think of his job as chiding people back into looking busy whenever. The change in position a good reason for Bertha and Sandra’s renewed hatred for Patricia a fits with the ways Gutierrez was awful. Bertha’s obsession with “chisme” might actually make her good at the job, She can make people feel seen and heard and communicate between workers and executives. People could feel more motivated to work when they understand more of what is going on in the company. But it doesn’t fit with the intense classism that rules Ecomoda. It would be a view of the position completely alien to Gutierrez.  

As I was saying earlier, whatever is going on with Majo, Mario and Armando seems more needlessly confusing than intriguing. Why is Armando friendly with Majo again after her kiss at the end of the first episode causes such disruption? Those scenes with the them at the club were weird. I don’t for a second believe she’s an alternate love interest, but why should I care? As the season went on I find myself more intrigued by the lack of scenes between Majo and Mario. He talks her up whenever he’s alone with Armando and even expected her to have a conjugal visit with him in prison. Yet she never talks about Mario, and they never talk directly to each other. I’ve come to think of her as not so much wanting Armando, as wanting Armando to want a divorce because that what Mario, her secret real employer, wants. But this is based on absence, rather than what’s on screen. For what does Mario want control over Armando? And why is he still so bad at vetting potential business alliances? I hate the character of Mario, but the season could have improved by filling in some gaps about what he’s up to.

Betty’s alternate love interest, Esteban, isn’t a better defined character than Majo, but at least he’s not supposed to have created some kind of bond with the main characters off screen in the time between series’s.  He’s a better alternative love interest than Michel in that he’s a better listener and has more in common with Betty. But he’s still too boring to compete with Armando.

As someone who always thought Armando didn’t show enough what he learned, os that he necessarily knew how to be, I kind of loved events on the third and fourth episodes as revisiting things in the original series. This included punch Esteban like he punched Nicolas in the original for being a perceived romantic rival. While that was a new low originally, it didn’t motivate Armando to change his behavior. If anything, the original series suggests that violently lashing out is fine when you’re lashing out at the right people as demonstrated by him later punching Mario. His attempt to change includes joining a group therapy with Freddy. This leads to revisiting Armando in drag, only this time to better understand Betty’s point of view, not simply be emasculated for the failures of his toxic masculinity and homophobia as in the original. In some ways I felt for him more in this series than I did in the original. He just seemed so lost, but also not putting himself at the center of everything as he did in the original.  Betty briefly made him VP of Finances, a role to which he is not suited, but doing so gives him the time to confess to his misdeeds on his own time. I found myself wishing that they made Armando majoring in something more mechanical a bigger part of his character. Then I could say “that’s what he’s good at.” But he seems otherwise most interested in maintaining vendor and supplier relations which seems closer to Marcela’s specialty. Being at Ecomoda is bad for him as a person. During the flashback to the fight while Betty left him he says he sacrificed his social circle for their relationship. There is a truth to this. Mario’s ability to slip back into his life is a sight of how real it feels. But the bigger truth is that between the hours he spent at Ecomoda, and the class rigidity of the institution, he never had the opportunity to make new friendships. This is poignantly present in his scenes with Freddy, where we see how hard it is to accept Freddy as a friend. 

All this talk about how social hierarchies having ruinous effect on personal it’s time to do a brief, segue about the uses of “usted” and “tú” in both series, with the caveat that I am neither a native Spanish speaker nor a Colombian nor someone who’s ever been to Colombia. I know I’m missing a lot of cultural context. I have heard that Colombia uses “usted” more than other Spanish speaking countries. Still, the use in the original seemed extreme. It helped illustrate the ingrained classicism of the original. Betty and Armando reverting to “usted”  even en a flashback to happier times, after beginning to use “tú” near the end of the original is a bad sign. It adds opportunity to misunderstand one another and hints that they haven’t quite gotten over the class divide after years of marriage. In the original it sometimes seems like one has to be upper class to deign tutear. The Cuartel, Betty’s parents within their relationship and with Betty, as well as Betty with Nicolás all use “usted” with each other despite being personally close. In contrast to this Patricia’s use of "tú" comes off as impudent, and Nicolás only uses "tú" when trying to impress Patricia by pretending to have more money than he’s worth. This language barrier, in the original Betty sees herself as an extension of Armando who always had to prove herself. (This is common amongst Ecomoda employees, see Berta’s reluctance to share Gutierrez’s home phone number while he was sexually harassing Aura Maria and Sandra’s self-flagellation after lying to Mario.) By the new series Betty strongly associates more with the employees of Ecomoda than any of its owners. Which explains her return to “usted,” and Mila’s regular use of “tú” as a sign of how hard it is for them to get each other. The continuation seems pretty aware that this emphasis on formality was a not great set up for life.

Mila starts the season very angry with her mother and ends angry with her father. While taking notes I surmised that all the hurtful things Mila said to Betty early on showed a fear of understanding what happened between her parents. She knew it was too potentially painful. She chose to support Armando because she thought he wanted to reconnect in a way Betty didn’t. This fear is completely founded, and when she does find out about her parents history, the reason her mother quickly abandoned trust in her father, she switches allegiance. Though this happens right around the time Betty is starting to consciously realize that her reaction 

Early in the season Betty says something about needing to break vicious cycles. She’s right about that need, but her technique of just cutting off all contact is by now her own contribution vicious cycle, and therefore counter productive. She would have known more about what she was walking into returning to Ecomoda if she opened those emails. Also, while she definitely had the right to be angry with Armando about how his failed negotiations with Roberto and Marcela affected her, and the way she was cut out of them, it would have been better for all if after a couple of days of cooling down they decided to meet for counseling. The extended radio silence was just bad for everyone. Also I would like more detail on what Betty and Nicolas were up to in their time away from Ecomoda. I am under the impression that Doña Julia was ill and died during that time period, so Betty spent a lot of time with her mother during her last days and shut off any contact Armando tried to make simultaneously. But what else? What was she thinking about as possible futures? Nicolas is even more of a blank slate. All I know is that Mila has apparently t been telling I’m for yeas that the amount of hair gel he uses makes him look older than necessary. She is right, see any picture of Mario Duarte out of character. 

While I wish more detail was given to Betty’s life away from Ecomoda, I like pretty much everything about how she acts after she returns. As I said before, I like how explicitly she relates to non share holding staff instead of favoring the actionistas. This includes her room ring Freddy and demoting Mario. I hope there is more follow up on that next season. More concerning this season’s plot, I like that Betty got the heads up about financial shenanigans from Hugo. It was unexpected, but in character for both. Also it reflects poorly on Marcela, who could have gotten answers to what Armando was doing if she just talked to Hugo like an equal. 

I don’t know anything about the Colombian’ legal system. So I can’t say anything about how realistically or not Armando turning himself and Gutierrez in between the episodes. The important thing is how it plays in comparison to his downward spiral after Betty exposed the Terramoda scheme in the original. Which is that he’s more willing to take responsibility for his actions, go public and not pick fights. Betty also has changed since then, demonstrated by going to visit him in jail and talk. Then they have sex in a scene reminiscent of their first time in the original, only with some roll reversal. This is emotionally confusing for Betty. In someways exactly the situation that she thought of to justify cutting him off with no contact. On the other hand she gets to speak to someone who cares about the real emotional turmoil affecting her and learns more about Ecomoda’s quagmire. 

Another aspect recently revealed aspect of Betty I would like to see more of is the things that led Betty to tell her father that he wasn’t a great husband. He wasn’t, but it was something that couldn’t be articulated outside of some face making Doña Julia did, and the way Betty and her mother hid things from him. It fits with a theme of the series of saying things they couldn’t say in the original. Hermes’ dogmatism is in conflict with Betty’s journey of becoming more of a humanist. 

I’m now going to wrap this up by writing about the new generation followed by some thoughts on finish the original series in a more complete way than ever before.

Other than Mila, Ignacio is the best defined of the new characters. Viewers were quick to say he has the Daniel Valencia role of the original. After all he is someone aligned with Marcela acting antagonistically towards Betty and Armando. And while this series played with that assumption, the two characters are most interesting in their differences. Ignacio is charming while Daniel was aggressively not. To the extent Daniel had charm, it’s based on the idea that he’s saying to your face what other people say behind your back. As a guy setting up a mass surveillance program through Ecomoda, Ignacio not going to pretend that he’s the one person telling the truth to your face. But he sincerely does like Mila, even though the circumstance means he’s betrayed her before anything started between them. At the end of this season I found myself wishing that there was more time spent on Jeff and Carmen so that the love quadrangle that Mila and Ignacio are with them felt juicier. It’s got long running soap potential. 

Finishing the original while watching this has brought back some of the dread that I had going into the last section of the novela. Much of the post Cartagena plot feels like the show is spinning its wheels before deciding how to hastily rush to the finish line. Contributing to this feeling is the over reliance on flashbacks. The scenes involving Betty’s return to Ecomoda are particularly bad with this, and they didn’t even cut them from the Peacock edits. (These would have been some of the first edits if I were supervising it.) This section drops  various subplots, including Inesita’s estranged husband coming home to die, which real does make the way the series doesn’t know what to do stand out. Theresa are some high points likeel desfile del Cuartel. But that is also supposedly the resolution of the Sofia/Jenny plot, and it’s not satisfying as such. I get that the cast and crew were exhausted, and some of them had signed contracts to work with other tv networks lessening their availability. But on a level of pure drama, these plots points are simply inexcusable. Also dropping the cuartel’s pilots makes them worse friends. They suddenly only have gossiping about Betty going and no respect for boundaries or treating her like an actual person, instead of the lead in a telenovela. Equally inexcusable is how because Armando now is conscious of his feelings for Betty, the fact that so much of the way it’s shown involves violating her boundaries by stalking her on meetings he wasn’t invited to and secretly steeling and reading her diary, is why I can’t be too angry at Betty for dropping him the way she did.

This time around I was aware of how often real life designer Bettina Spitz had her name dropped and showed up on screen. Didn’t even realize I was missing that before. 

[anisenelalto]

Día 2

Esta mañana al despertar no había nadie en casa. Melania no trabaja los domingos y los hermanos habían ido a misa. El desayuno en esta casa es muy variado pero la leche es en polvo porque la otra es muy cara. Había de ayer un queque (un bizcocho) que hizo Yamil, un aprendiz para ser hermano; también suelen tener unos panecillos que no recuerdo cómo se llaman, tienen una mermelada casera y el agua la hierven siempre antes de beberla. El té y el mate de coca son habituales. Yo hoy me unté un panecillos con mantequilla y mermelada y probé el bizcocho.

Para comer hoy no estaba Melania y Natxo hizo un pote de alubias con verduras y chorizo. Son todos muy majos y todo está muy rico. Ellos no quieren que haga nada estos primeros días porque dicen que es lo mejor para aclimatarse a la altitud, así que los hermanos esta tarde tenían una vídeo conferencia de trabajo y mientras tanto yo he dormido y leído. No obstante, cuando terminaron su reunión, el hermano Luisje me acompañó hasta la feria de los domingos. Hoy había muy pocos puestos porque fue el día del peatón y los comerciantes no pudieron llevar su mercancía. Ya era de noche y había una miniverbena en la que estaban ya las mujeres bastante ebrias. El alcohol es un gran problema aquí. Para volver, regresamos en una movilidad (es como un minibús que para donde le digas, normalmente en esquinas). El trayecto, que era más bien corto, nos ha costado a los dos por 3 bolivianos (unos 0,40 cts).

Tampoco quieren dejarme salir sola al anochecer porque algunas de calles de aquí cerca, a esas horas, son peligrosas para las mujeres; en especial una que llaman La Ceja. Entonces yo cumplo lo que me dicen a rajatabla jajaja.

En el mercado hay muchos puestos callejeros y me han dicho que nunca coma nada de ellos, que es mejor en cualquier tiendecita o restaurante pequeño porque ni la higiene ni la forma de cocinar en los de la calle es lo más sano. Ahora que digo “tiendecita”, utilizan mucho los diminutivos aquí, así que puede que me lo contagien.

Hace bastante frío en la casa, sobre todo si estás parado así que me han prestado un poncho que pesa como un demonio pero abriga mucho. Os enseño en la foto.

En la calle también hace frío pero si estás en movimiento entras en calor, o al menos yo porque Luisje estaba helado.

Mañana me enseñarán algunas cosillas nuevas, ya os iré contando.

Un abrazo a tod@s

[majoyosei]

☀️♊ Togata Twins ♊☀️

I… don't know what to say. Mirio Togata (Lemillion), from "My Hero Academia" and my avatar, Majo Pearce (Yōsei) have been increasing their family 🦸‍♂️☀️🧚‍♀️🌙

My friend Aki Amatzura made another daughter for them, Mirei and I gave her a twin, Himawari. I think that Mirio and Majo were not planning or closing themselves off to having a third child, but "surprise!", they were 2. At least, knowing Mirio, he'd be more than happy with the idea of ​​having a big family 🥹 ♊

So, there are 4 MiriJo kids:

🌞 Mitsuo Togata: The eldest son. He is 8 y.o., his favorite color is orange and wants to be a professional hero like his parents 🦸‍♂️🌅 Permeation His quirk allows him to become intangible, letting him pass through any tangible matter, including light, sound and air.

🌻 Himari Togata: The 2nd daughter. She is 4 y.o. she likes the color pink, plushies, and unicorns 🦄🎀 Ground permeation Her quirk allows her to make intangible the objects she touches, as long as they are composed of rocks and minerals.

And the new members, the twins:

🌈 Mirei Togata: 3rd daughter and Himawari's twin sister. She is 2 y.o., her favorite color is blue, she likes birds, circles, and a Mirko plush that she has. She loves her paternal grandfather and her hair is two-tone from birth. She inherited her mother's western eyes, as Himari, and she usually wears her pacifier. She is sweet, quiet and calm 🐣🍼 Rocky permeation Her quirk allows her to control and make intangible any kind of stones, rocks and minerals.

🌟 Himawari Togata: Youngest daughter and Mirei's twin sister. She is 2 y.o. too, her favorite color is brown, she likes teddy bears, stars and shiny objects. Her first teeth have not finished coming out, so she usually constantly bites anything she has nearby. She inherited Mirio's round eyes and blonde hair. She is mischievous, restless and cheerful 🧸🍬 Inorganic Permeation Her quirk allows her to become intangible and pass through any tangible inorganic matter, such as metals and minerals.

They are not identical twins, that's why they have some different features 👯‍♀️💖

[ganymede-lorena]

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Gumi para el Collab Majo Shojo x Vocaloid organizado por Karlays Herrera en Facebook.

Cuando vi la temática del collab quise hacer una clara referencia a la caricatura francesa de chicas mágicas Lolirock, así que vestí a Gumi como Lyna Princesa de Borealis. Disfrute mucho haciendo el dibujo. Dejaré el link al collab para que chequen el trabajo de todes quienes participaron, que son HERMOSOS.

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Gumi for the Majo Shojo x Vocaloid Collab organized by Karlays Herrera on Facebook. When I saw the theme of the collab I wanted to make a clear reference to the French magical girl cartoon Lolirock, so I dressed Gumi as Lyna Princess of Borealis. I really enjoyed making the drawing. I will leave the link to the collab so you can check the work of all those who participated, which are BEAUTIFUL.

[noneun]

Cristina Torre Cáceres

Si mañana no te contesto las llamadas, mamá.

Si no te digo que voy a cenar. Si mañana, mami, no aparece el taxi.

Tal vez estoy envuelta en las sábanas de un hotel, en una carretera o una bolsa negra. (Mara, Micaela, Majo, Mariana). Tal vez estoy en una maleta o me perdí en la playa (Emily, Shirley).

No te asustes, mamá, si ves que me apuñalaron (Luz Marina). No grites cuando veas que me arrastraron (Arlette). Mamita, no llores si te enteras que me empalaron (Lucía).

Te dirán que fui yo, que no grité, que fue mi ropa, el alcohol en mi sangre.

Te dirán que fue la hora, que estaba sola. Que mi ex el psicópata tenía motivos, que yo fui infiel, que fui puta.

Te dirán que viví, mamá, que me atreví a volar muy alto en un mundo sin aire.

Te juro, mami, que morí peleando. Te juro, viejita, que grité tan alto como volé.

Se va a acordar de mí, ma. Sabrá que fui yo quien lo jodió cuando me vea en el rostro de todas las que le van a gritar mi nombre. Porque sé, mamá, que no vas a parar.

Pero por lo que más quieras, no ates a mi hermana. No encierres a mis primas, no prives a tus sobrinas. No es su culpa, mamá; tampoco fue mía. Son ellos, siempre serán ellos.

Lucha por sus alas, por las que me cortaron. Lucha para que sean libres y vuelen más alto que yo. Pelea para que griten más fuerte que yo. Que vivan sin miedo, mamá, tal como viví yo.

Mamita, no llores mis cenizas.

Si mañana soy yo, mamá, si mañana no vuelvo, destrúyelo todo.

Si mañana me toca, quiero ser la última.

Di seguito, la traduzione italiana della poesia:

Se domani non rispondo alle tue chiamate, mamma.

Se non ti dico che non torno a cena. Se domani, il taxi non appare.

Forse sono avvolta nelle lenzuola di un hotel, su una strada o in un sacco nero (Mara, Micaela, Majo, Mariana).

Forse sono in una valigia o mi sono persa sulla spiaggia (Emily, Shirley).

Non aver paura, mamma, se vedi che sono stata pugnalata (Luz Marina).

Non gridare quando vedi che mi hanno trascinata per i capelli (Arlette).

Cara mamma, non piangere se scopri che mi hanno impalata (Lucia).

Ti diranno che sono stata io, che non ho urlato abbastanza, che era il modo in cui ero vestita, l’alcool nel sangue.

Ti diranno che era giusto, che ero da sola.

Che il mio ex psicopatico aveva delle ragioni, che ero infedele, che ero una puttana.

Ti diranno che ho vissuto, mamma, che ho osato volare molto in alto in un mondo senza aria.

Te lo giuro, mamma, sono morta combattendo.

Te lo giuro, mia cara mamma, ho urlato tanto forte quanto ho volato in alto.

Ti ricorderai di me, mamma, saprai che sono stata io a rovinarlo quando avrai di fronte tutte le donne che urleranno il mio nome.

Perché lo so, mamma, tu non ti fermerai.

Ma, per carità, non legare mia sorella.

Non rinchiudere le mie cugine, non limitare le tue nipoti.

Non è colpa tua, mamma, non è stata nemmeno mia.

Sono loro, saranno sempre loro.

Lotta per le vostre ali, quelle ali che mi hanno tagliato.

Lotta per loro, perché possano essere libere di volare più in alto di me.

Combatti perché possano urlare più forte di me.

Perché possano vivere senza paura, mamma, proprio come ho vissuto io.

Mamma, non piangere le mie ceneri.

Se domani sono io, se domani non torno, mamma, distruggi tutto.

Se domani tocca a me, voglio essere l’ultima.

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