#water de maria

[romanceclub-polls]

Choose one of my favorite LIs!

- Kazu (Legend of the willow)

- Ramesses (Song of the crimson Nile)

- Luka (The one vol.1)

- Wyatt (Heart of Trespia)

- Max (Moonborn)

- Ratan Vaish (Kali: call of darkness)

- Chand (Hell and high water)

- Doo-yeong (Garden of Eden)

- Christian (Kali: flame of samsara)

- Afiy (Gladiator chronicles)

- Maria Theresa (Vying for Versailles)

- no one from here

[bonito-flakes]

please, repost and help with the diffusion of this post!!!!

hey so probably not a lot of you are aware of what's going on in Valencia (Spain) right now , and we're going through some really bad meteorological conditions (know as DANA) which paired with the government's late actions have caused A LOT of people to be victims of floods.

as of now, around 160 people have been declared dead and there are uncountable missing people. the situation is critical, many people from the municipalities around Valencia (paiporta, alfafar, sedaví, xiva, benetusser, catarroja, silla, la torre... and more) don't have running water or electricity. hundreds of animals are being transported however possible since shelters have been destroyed. people are starving unable to drink water, and incommunicated. everyone around here is trying to help, but for now, the accesses are cut and we can't go physically help them, we can only donate things they need.

DONATIONS/GOFUNDME

these are some links to help the victims of this situation and the future reconstruction of this huge area that has been destroyed

https://www.gofundme.com/f/una-copa-por-valencia?qid=4d79e2c673dc9f2024b6d8acb47953ca

https://www.gofundme.com/f/ayuda-damnificados-por-el-dana-en-valencia?qid=4d79e2c673dc9f2024b6d8acb47953ca

this link is specifically to help animal shelters that have been wrecked and are in a critical situation

https://www.gofundme.com/f/ayudemos-a-el-refugio-de-maria-tras-la-dana?qid=4d79e2c673dc9f2024b6d8acb47953ca

INFORMATION/DIFFUSION

this is an instagram account which reports missing people around here

https://www.instagram.com/desaparecidosdanavlc?igsh=MXIzcmFlbmZ2MmF6ZA==

this account is trying to find specific help for people who need it using help forms

https://www.instagram.com/suportmutudana?igsh=MXF6YXFtNTl1dGQ2bg==

I'll try to update more resources about the situation and links where you can donate whenever i can although im pretty busy since im doing stuff around here too.

thank you for reading, please, spread the word! <3

[liv-in-the-chaos]

YES THIS ALL OF IT YOU'RE SO RIGHT IN EVERY SENSE!!!!!

unorganized far cry 6 thoughts that have been plaguing me for days now:

out of all the regions, maximas matanzas' was sadly the weakest one. i really wish they'd shown more of just how cruel the true yaran academy and the abusive system maría marquessa was in charge of really were. you can find notes about it at different outposts and restricted areas, sure, but i wish there was more to it in general. propaganda is a lethal weapon, and i wish we got to see more on how that impacts yara and its culture.

especially when you consider the whole subplot and the lore with oluso, the oluwas, and the triada. the fact this indigenous yaran culture and religion is so hidden as the game's events take place... far cry has just always like. hit the nail on the head with the overarching theme of colonization done through brutalistic military (or psuedomilitary) force.

i wish we saw more of the oluwas and the triada...

that said, i really enjoyed how they showed how easy dani (as an individual) really had it in terms of escape in comparison to people like paolo. alejo was the one who'd made the deal with bembé to get him and dani out of there; dani just knew they had a free ticket. paolo is the mirror to alejo in that sense... he made the deal to try getting himself and talia out, it fell through, and now paolo is stuck paying that price.

speaking of maría marquessa... i want more castillo family drama. i so badly wish we could have seen more interactions between maría and diego and antón.

i wholeheartedly believe that behind the scenes, maría was there for diego. the bits we do see really give off the vibe that she cared for him and would die for her son (i mean, she died... not for him tho-) and i just... i wish we saw that. more. whether through small interactions in existing scenes, new scenes, or in notes, of how being a mother has impacted her/her work.

also idgaf what anybody says, the queer representation in this game is incredible. the subtler confirmations (re: clara garcia effectively being confirmed by her voice actress) and the outright demonstrations (re: paolo and rosa mel/gilberto, to name a few) are just so... good. and diverse in their own right. paolo's line about his revolution not ending when yara's does is so fucking good and he made many points.

once again spreading my agenda that juan cortez and willis huntley were enemies/allies/lovers with benefits like... the tension between them in the comics? the fact there's notes (iirc) about willis you can find. the fact the dog tag charm you can get for dani's gun(s) are willis'???

circling back, i can see why they did this system (both in terms of logistics and themes; i remember what lucky mama said about dani being like el lobo) but... i still lowkey wish we got human companions/amigos in addition to the animals. imagine if they kept the current amigos, introduced some of the recurring side characters as potential amigos. and either had it where you could only have one amigo at a time, or utilized a fallout-esque system of "one human; one non-human".

and there's more to this but i can't like formulate it. a lot of it just boils down to i wish we saw more sides to the central and side characters and saw them a bit more fleshed out...

that said far cry 6 is my favorite far cry. like. genuinely. i LOVE the others (esp 3 and 4.. my beloveds...), and i liked the stories of 2 and new dawn... but MAN i just. love. far cry 6 and i think it has so much good potential and an astonishing environment.

i'm just a whore for lore and i need to know everything and flesh it out and OUGHHH...

[katiascraft]

"You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong" | LN4

Parings: Lando Norris x argentine!reader.

Summary: Your bestie Franco Colapinto is now an F1 driver for Williams Reacing Team. He flew you to the Austin Grand Prix in the USA. Little did you know you would blew one of the papaya boys' mind.

Now playing: "Gorgeous" by Taylor Swift.

Word count: +1,6k.

Warnings: use of Spanish. Pure fluff. Not a native English speaker so there could be errors. Not proofread.

Author's note: had this idea while going to uni and i found it so cute! I'm really needing Franco to stay forever in F1 🥹 I promise mate and pizza is the best! Don't forget to like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friemds :3 (and drink mate together!)

MASTERLIST

You were so excited to finally see your best friend shine in this world. You have always been with him through thick and thin. He trusted you blindly.

You arrived to the paddock with your mate and flask in hand. You couldn’t share your mate with Franco just in case. To protect his health before the race. So he had his as well. You were talking and laughing about memes and stuff you saw so he wouldn’t be so nervous and get lose.

You never felt so happy to be with him. You admired him so much. His strength in never give up to make his dreams come true knowing he had what is needed to shine in this sport. You’ve always loved formula one. Back home you loved spending the weekends at kartings or watching national races with your family. You love the adrenaline that gives you driving really fast. You met franco at the go karts when you were kids and since then you were inseparable. Both of your families were intimate.

“Para antes de que me dejes sola nos podemos sacar una foto? Mamá me pidió. Si no, se va a poner pesada” (you asked for a picture with him before he goes into the garage to do his driver thing - because your mom asked for one back from Argentina) you said to him giggling a little so you posed for a few pictures and even Alex got shot. You didn’t know he was behind trying to understand your conversation failing in each word. You all laughed and hugged your best friend tightly. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and hugged Alex too.

“Good luck guys! I know you’ll kill it! Love ya” you said happily waving at them while they got far from you. You poured more water into your mate and drunk it. You needed to wait for Lily so you stayed with Maria, Franco’s manager. You drank mate together talking for a while. Then Lily finally arrived back from the bathroom and you hugged her in response. You loved her. She was always so welcoming. It was so nice to finally meet in person. She is so fun to be around. And so polite. You already loved her.

“Are you hungry? Maybe we can go and have some pizza at the resto” she offered and you nodded.

You and Lily went into the resto and asked for the pizza you wanted. As a regular argentine - you walked everywhere with your mate and flask. You were to drink mate and have pizza. The best combination. Lily wasn’t so sure about it so she ordered a coke.

You chose a table there and sat down starting to talk about flights and people and gossip. There’s always gossip to talk about. English wasn’t hard on you because back home you were an English teacher. So you were fluid but of course you had a foreign accent.

While you and Lily were chatting. The waiter brought you the food and started eating. She was telling you everything about everybody you didn’t know. How the drivers were in real life and stuff. She said hi through the glass window in front of you so you looked where she did and there you saw your crush: Lando Norris. You smiled at him passing by. Didn’t say hi because you actually didn’t know him so you thought that maybe it was inappropriate.

Lando smiled back at Lily when she said hi. Immediately he saw this mistery girl he has never seen in his life here on the paddock. Oh god. He thought she was so beautiful. When she smiled back at him he felt his heart skip a beat. He never felt like this seeing someone for the first time. When he passed through the Williams building he looked at Oscar.

“Do you know who the girl with Lily was?” He asked curiously. Oscar denied with his head.

“I’ve actually have no idea mate. Maybe she is something of Franco. He is the new guy so maybe you know” he said while going up the stairs at the Mc Claren building. Lando nodded. But he thought about it from then. Your smile and your face were stuck in his head. He couldn’t ask Franco about it either because it could be misinterpreted.

(…)

After the race you were already a bit drunk from drinking beer. You were going crazy in excitement. Franco scored a point again! What an achievement. You really wanted him to get a seat for next year. He is ready. And he knows it. He is doing so well. And he is doing history for our country. When he came back to the garage you jumped at him, making him laugh. You were out of your mind. You congratulated him and kissed his face. He isn’t into hugs that much but he let you do it along with the rest of the team. Charles has won the race and oh boy! He was even more beautiful in person. You got a little shy about it. We could say you felt intimidated by the men driving.

You wanted to see the podium so you got out of the garage alone and tried to make your way to where the podium and celebration were to take place. You were texting like crazy to your friends and family, even Franco’s family. For that reason you weren’t looking where you were walking.

Lando was defeated. He was struggling finding a way of not being so harsh on himself. He got the chance and he didn’t know how it slipped through his fingers again. Oscar hugged him in support “everything’s okay mate. You did a great race. Next time it will be” he said trying to push his friend back up from the lose. He was texting his mum that couldn’t be there with him. He wasn’t looking where he was heading until he and somebody else crashed making both phones crash into the cement.

“Oh god im so so sorry” a feminine voice said that made him look up to see who she was. And in that moment he saw you. Worry all over your face. Cheeks red and you handing him his phone with the screen broken that you picked up from the floor rapidly. “I’m really sorry I didn’t see you. I can make it up. Tell me how much it costs to fix it and I’ll pay” she said and you just found it so cute. You were truly worried but he didn’t care about the phone. He could buy another one.

“Oh no no it’s fine really you don’t need to worry I didn’t see you either. What 's your name?” He said politely and sweetly, taking his phone back. You felt so ashamed. First time you come to an F1 race and you already broke lando’s phone. You felt so embarrassed.

“Really? My name is y/n. Nice to meet you by the way” you said turning red because his sight made you feel so flustered. He had the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen. And in person he was even more handsome that you could appreciate on Pinterest or tumblr. He licked his lips, nodding.

“Nice to meet you too y/n. I’m lando. Did I break your phone?”he asked sweetly. He couldn’t believe how beautiful you were and your voice. Oh he loved your voice and he didn’t even know why.

You denied “oh no it’s fine it’s just the screen. It’s nothing really” you said trying to make sure he didn’t worry about it. You could fix it back home.

La do saw the screen of your phone broken. He considered it was a huge damage “let me make it up to you. It 's on me okay? You’ll just need to give your number so we can talk about it” he said charmingly, probably not losing the opportunity of his life. Your heart started racing like crazy. You giggle shyly and nervous. He found you so gorgeous. He needed to know you. He even wanted to kiss you right there. He gave you his phone so you typed your number.

Y/n 🇦🇷. That was your name on his phone now. You gave it back to him. He smiled watching his screen.

“Oh, are you from Argentina? Is Franco your brother?” He asked to get crucial information. He would die if you were Franco’s girlfriend. He wouldn’t be able to take it. You were too beautiful.

You laughed a little “Nono he is my friend since we were kids but yeah I’m from Argentina. Franco invited me this weekend. My first ever F1 race” you told him. He smiled.

“Really? Is it your first? So sad you didn’t get to see me on the podium. I would've asked you to marry me up there. You’re gorgeous to be honest” he said and you almost died. Actually you thought your soul left your body for a moment.

“Oh wow thank you” you said flustered with a huge smile on your face looking at him nervously. “It is indeed really sad. I would’ve said yes to be honest. You’re gorgeous too, lando” yo said just like him playfully. “ I gotta see leclerc celebrate now but maybe next time we could get married alright? Nos vemos Lando. I’ll be waiting for your text. I’ll be cheering for you next weekend” you said quirky and gave him a kiss on his cheek to keep on walking to the podium.

He watched you leave his side completo stupid because you actually said you would marry him. He didn’t even know you but he already knew how amazing you were and how in love he already was.

The Latina charm he thought.

And of course he will text you. Right there he sent you a text.

“Hasta luego mujer bonita. Don’t forget to save my number like you already have my heart ;)”

It was cheesy. And he used the translator. But he would do anything to make you fall in love with him.

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You definitely need to try mate. It’s the best thing in the world I promise :3

Hope you liked it 💌 if you have any ideas my inbox is open so send your requests!

[p0orbaby]

Actions Have Consequences

summary: you take the walk of shame to a very uncomfortable level

warnings: other than the barca girls being little shits, nothing!

a/n: a fun little part 2 to this

word count: 549

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“You’re walking weird”

“I’m not”

You are. It’s glaringly obvious. And the wincing accompanying each step is making everything ten times worse.

“Deja de mentir. Ale, dile a tu novia que deje de mentir”

Alexia doesn't respond to Mapi’s petulant attempts at trying to weedle information out of you. Which you are grateful for. Saving your dignity is the least she can do after being the one to turn you into a snipers nightmare.

“En serio, what happened to you?” Patri chimes in, unwanted curiosity gleaming in her eyes as she strides across the room.

You feel your cheeks heat up instantly as you try to come up with a plausible excuse. “I just... overdid it at the gym,” you mutter, hoping it sounds believable.

It doesn’t.

Not with the way your voice cracks and the way Alexia tries and fails to hide her smirk.

Ona raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Sure, because we all limp like that after a workout. Tienes razón, Mapi. Ella está mentir”

Aitana saunters over next, a knowing grin on her smug little face. “Maybe she had a different kind of workout,” she teases, earning a chorus of laughs from the rest of the team.

You want to die.

Your reputation is ruined!

You groan, hiding your face in your sweaty hands. “Can we please just focus on training?” you plead, though your voice is muffled. Strained. Both from embarrassment and a consequence of you overusing it.

You make a mental note to take a bottle of apology wine ‘round to your neighbours.

Alexia gratefully steps in, her authoritative captain voice cutting through the laughter. “Muy bien, es suficiente. Manos a la obra.” She gives you a quick, supportive squeeze on the shoulder before moving to the front of the group.

Leading her pack away from the prey they have just mauled half to death.

The team reluctantly follows, though the giggles and whispers don’t fully die down. You try to focus on the drills, but every step reminds you of last night, and the sly glances from your teammates make it increasingly hard to shove the memories to the back of your mind.

As the session draws on, you manage to push through the discomfort thanks to your competitive streak taking over. By the time everything is done and dusted, you’re exhausted but relieved to have survived without further interrogation.

Mapi sidles up to you as you’re grabbing your water bottle. “You know, next time you could just invite us over to watch,” she jokes, winking.

You roll your eyes, but there’s a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “In your pervy little dreams, Maria”

She laughs, giving you a playful nudge. “No harm in asking ¿eh?”

Alexia appears suddenly by your side, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Ignórala,” she murmurs, kissing your temple.

You lean into her, grateful for her support, emotional and otherwise. “I always do”

Keira makes a gagging noise. “You two are disgustingly cute”

You stick your tongue out at her, and she laughs, heading off to join the rest of the team in the locker room.

Alexia looks down at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “So, about tonight…Segunda ronda, ¿sí?”

You groan, but you’re smiling. “We’ll see, Captain. We’ll see”

[lucidloving]

Sing Shong, Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint // Black Box // R.M. Rilke, "The Guardian Angel" // George Seferis, "The Return of the Exile" (trans. Edmund Keeley) // Studio Dragon, Because This Is My First Life // John Banville, The Sea // Aeschylus, Agamemnon (trans. Herbert W. Smyth) // Anne Carson, "The Anthropology of Water" // Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life // @toupou39 on tw // Jennifer S. Cheng, "So We Must Meet Apart" // Madeline Miller, Circe // @chuunicalesimp // Richard Siken // Neil Gaiman // Richard Siken, "The Torn-Up Road" // Jamie Varon, "Does The Universe Fight For Souls To Be Together?" // Jennifer S. Cheng, "So We Must Meet Apart" // Sing Shong, UMI & Sleepy-C, Omniscient Reader (Webtoon) // Frank Bidart, "Guilty of Dust" // Lasah – Taixu // Ocean Vuong, Night Sky With Exit Wounds // see 1 // André De Shields & Hadestown Original Broadway Company – Road To Hell (Reprise) // @toiriot on tw // Unlike Pluto – We're Screwed // @moonbends // m.h // Euripides, Herakles (trans. Anne Carson) // Unlike Pluto – We're Screwed // Google search results // @toiriot on tw // see 1 // Chxrlotte – Come With Me // @roach-works // Lasah – Taixu // Sing Shong, UMI & Sleepy-C, Omniscient Reader (Webtoon) // Chxrlotte – Come With Me // Frank Bidart, "Guilty of Dust" // @dsssctd_ion on tw // Hans Christian Andersen, "The Snail and the Rosebush" // Will Stetson – Writing on the Wall // Michael Kinnucan, "The Gods Show Up" // Richard Siken, "Planet of Love" // Sufjan Stevens – Futile Devices // Warren Zevon – Keep Me in Your Heart // Katie Maria // @SION_428 on tw // see 1 // Pablo Neruda, 20 Love Sonnets and a Song of Despair // Mitski – My Love Mine All Mine // Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera // Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 // Sing Shong, UMI & Sleepy-C, Omniscient Reader (Webtoon) // Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried (via @jomeimei421) // see 1 // @soracities // Black Box // see 1

[charles-leclerizz]

🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑blue views

🏁 Pairings : Carlos Sainz X fem! Reader

🏁 Warnings : smut [nothing major, listed at the end of the writing], fluff, stress [which is aliviated by the smut]

🏁 Word Count : 3.6k words (3612 words)

🏁 Summary : It’s time to celebrate! For everyone else that is. You, on the other hand, will be planning your’s and your fiance’s “engagement week” festivities, until you die. That is, until an impromptu intervention is planned.

🏁 translations via radio comm below

🏁 credits : word dividers by @heavenlayt

🏁 Music player : Good to be by Mark Ambor

“Carlos!” You shouted out, leaning back against the heel of your soft wedges as you reached behind you for more cocktail glasses. The sound of your fiancé’s loafers against the terracotta staircase echoed throughout the ground level as he made his way to the kitchen, where you were working alongside half a dozen cooks.

“Si, Mariposa?” He came up behind you, plucking the crystal margarita glass from your fingers and taking a sip of the peachy, carbonated concoction that you had masterfully created. You giggled when he hummed happily and kissed your neck, “It’s delicious.”

“Ay, Ay, Señor. Tienes que esperar a la luna de miel” An elderly voice scolded from your left followed with a hollow bonk. Carlos hissed, rubbing the back of his head where a thick wooden rolling pin had struck him playfully, “You wound me, Maria.”

He followed with a pained “Literally.” When Maria had merely shot him a fond look over her shoulder as she went back to washing the tomatoes in the deep-set ceramic sink.

“You’re absolutely sure that everyone got the invites?” You leaned down to inspect the dozen drinks that you had made, “Because we invited at least 60 people, and if I make 60 drinks and there are not exactly 60 throats present to ingest them. You are going to remain abstinent until we’re married.”

Carlos stared at you open mouthed, a betrayed expression overtook his face, “So you would choose Maria’s wishes over mine? muy cruel.” He then bought his hands up from your waist to brush your hair from your shoulder, dragging his fingers up your arm-he slipped off the thin spaghetti strap of your white, cotton summer dress to press short, sweet kisses on your skin, “I mean can you really resist this?” He reasoned.

“It would be very easy Mi Amour.” You harrumphed, ignoring the tingling shocks that fluttered beneath your skin at the drag of his lips against your shoulder. You jolted forward when you felt his other hand travel from your waist, down to the front of your dress, “Carlos- I have so much to do. I mean I promised Alex and Lily I would make trifle for dessert, but then your parents have this one friend who hates custard! I mean did you hear the story, he literally puked, and I will not have him puke in my engagement party, nope. Not on my watch.”

You wagged your finger in the air before grabbing another five glasses from their upside-down position on the kitchen island where you were working. Taking the washcloth that sat comofortably in the front pocket of your plaid apron, you began wiping away the droplets of water from the crystal before continuing to babble about your long list of duties for the upcoming week of festivities.

“So, I need to also make these cute fruit tarts that I made that one time. But then I realised that Charles and Max hate kiwi, and the whole dessert is basically that, so for them I’m making this great chocolate gateau, the one at the restaurant? Since they really fucking liked that one.”

You grumbled out the last part, crushing up your freshly picked strawberries that had previously been resting in a metal strainer along with a cream, cotton cover up to keep them moist. The marble mortar grinded against the matching pestle as the sweet fruits reduced to a thick paste.

“On top of that the other like, 40 guests have very specific wants, so I have 20 different things to make along with this signature drink that Jenni designed for us! You know her, right? the bar tender at the other restaurant in Monaco, I learnt how to make it, and you said its good. It’s good right?”

You add a few cups of carbonated water to the pinkish paste in front of you, before turning back to Carlos, who had been patiently listening to you rant- mainly due to the fear that if he were to stop, you would give his ear the same treatment as the berries that remain crushed beneath you, “Si, mi mariposa. Very good.”

You sighed before fully spinning around to face him, resting your back on the dark wood counter, looping your hands around his neck, “I’m sorry Carlito.” You brush a singular strand of hair that fell from its carefully crafted style onto his forehead, “This isn’t very fun for you, is it?” You move onto your tiptoes to reach his cheek.

“Nonsense, I have Papa and Guillermo coming to help with the decorations outside, I think Blanca and Mama are also coming- to help.” He chuckles when you groan happily and bring his head down to kiss his lips graciously.

“Thank you, Mi Amour.” You murmur against his mouth, running your fingers through his hair as his arms came to circle your waist, pulling you against his chest. You sigh against him, melting in his embrace as you barely manage to hold yourself up and anchor yourself on his broad shoulders that strain against the baby blue polo top, he chose to wear.

“AY, SEÑOR,” Maria bumped Carlos slightly as she came rushing through the walkway, trotting determinedly through the low, exposed brick archway and outside to the patio area that was protected from the morning sunrays by the lattice structure that stood tall whilst being overtaken by winding ivy.

Beneath this, Maria sat down at least 3 trays full of freshly sliced vegetables, sun drying them as preparation for the multiple dishes that would be served that evening, “Si no estás aquí para aportar nada útil, sal de la cocina.” She screeched whilst heading to the other side of your estate, towards the large garden that housed many seasoned plants, ready with multiple fruits and vegetables for plucking.

“I think she will cook me next.” He shuddered before laying his forehead on yours, “Do not worry, Mariposa. Everything will turn out fine.”

“Why did I suggest an engagement week.” You pouted, nuzzling your head into his chest, to hide away from all the responsibilities you had brought onto yourself. You shake your head wildly, causing flurries of hair to escape from the bun you had messily done up, “All I know is that it must go well. Maria will for sure have a heart attack if it doesn’t,”

“I still think it’s a good idea” He comforts you, until the melodic sound of the doorbell resounds throughout the house, and he detaches from you, “That must be the back-up.” He winks at you as he jogs off to open the large, rustic door. You watch from the kitchen as Carlos laughs boisterously whilst embracing his family.

His mother and sister quickly wave him off, ushering the men out to the acres of back garden they have yet to decorate to approach you.

Blanca dances up to you, wiggling her arms and hands excitedly as she beams at your exhausted face, “There she is! Beautiful bride-to-be, our mariposa.” The knee length dress she chose skims her legs as the burgundy silk falls from her shoulders delicately, she hugs your neck tightly, swinging you both side to side whilst you flail around.

“Hola, diabla.” You chuckle, catching your mother-in-law’s eyes, you wait until Blanca removes herself from you for Reyes to do the same, but instead of violently rotating you like a ragdoll, she rubs your back and coos sympathetically.

“Ay mi muñeca, you look too tired to be a blushing bride.” She moves her arms from being drawn around your neck to rub your shoulders.

“What can I say? There’s too much to be done for me to be blushing.” You shrug, already going back to pouring out 10 more drinks, adding to the sea of glasses in front of you.

Blanca tuts disapprovingly, “This is not what being engaged is meant to be, it’s meant to be fun! And new! And sexy!” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively, ignoring her mother who had picked up your to-do list and hid her face in the paper.

“Blanca, please.” Reyes rolled her eyes, “But she’s not wrong.” She reaches for a spare apron that hung rejected on the back of the pantry door.

“No, mamá please,” You attempt to snatch the apron away from Reyes, who tuts disapprovingly and had already begun to collect multiple utensils from your spacious kitchen whilst talking quickly with the cooks who had been diligently making progress on the rest of the menu, “I can’t possibly allow you to do my work.”

Blanca plucked the neatly tied bow around your waist, undoing the stained, pale blue cotton that protected your dress, “No, your job is to relax, and let my culo brother treat you nicely. Champagne, strawberries, chocolate.” She listed off the aphrodisiacs one by one, pushing you through the living room and up the stairs. You braced yourself on the railing as you let her guide you through the landing.

“I have all of that in the food that I should be making,” You whined, stomping your foot, and swivelling to level her with your eyes, “There is just too much to do before tonight. And the boys don’t even know what to do for decorations.”

Blanca swatted her hand through the air, as if physically plummeting away your doubts, “You’ve had the entire family added on your Pinterest board.” You snorted at that, but pressed your lips together when she shot you a look, “If I can’t whip them into shape, consider me a bad sister from day 1.” She planted her hands on her waist before pointing at your bedroom door, “Now either you can start yourself a bath, or I will.”

You harrumph and dig your feet into their spot on the newly waxed, wooden floors beneath you, “I see how it is.” Blanca squints her eyes at you, “Fine, I see how it is.”

You half expect her to push you into the room, but instead she leans over the banister and shouts, “CARLOS !!”

“Blanca!” You gasp, grabbing her dress and tugging her back from the beam, “W-Why would you?” You splutter.

“AY CARLOS !!” She continues to screech until you slap a palm over her mouth, careful of the nude brown lipstick she had worn.

“Si diabla?” Your fiancé shouts back up, already at the base of the staircase. Blanca licks your hand, causing you to yelp and jump back, giving her the perfect opportunity to answer, “Your fiancé is anxious as fuck.”

“What else is new?” He chuckles, hand braced on the railing as he emerges from the winding staircase. Carlos takes in the new scene, you are tackling Blanca onto the floor, she’s squealing whilst attempting to wrangle free from you, tummy first on the floor, “Mi amour, if you are going to leave me for my sister...” He starts, crossing his arms and tilting his head at you.

“You both are insufferable.” You grit out, twisting the knob to your bedroom, wating for Carlos to step inside. He stops momentarily when Blanca darts an arm out and begins to ramble to him in Spanish, Carlos answers just as quickly before his sister reaches up to smack the underside of his head.

“Blanca!” He shouts out after her, but she ignores him and sprints downstairs to assist with the preparations. Carlos turns back to you, slumping forward to rest his head against the door frame that you were currently leaning on, arms folded amusedly as you looked at him from under your eyelashes. He pivots his neck, gazing fondly into your eyes, “You’re pretty.” He mumbles, bringing a limp hand up to rest on your cheek, thumb moving soothingly against your face. You lean into his touch, “So are you” You breathe out, leaning upwards to ghost your lips over his.

This moment was merely poetic, the two of you, finding respite in the chaos within each other. His soft touch as he leaned forward for more, you grant it, because you craved him as deeply as he did for you. The astringent sweetness of his lips against yours and the heavenly feeling of his fingers cradling your hips made you moan out as he caught you weight when your knees gave out from beneath you.

The door creaked shut behind the two of you, your palms digging into the waistline of his shorts to tug his shirt out, his fingers dance down from your neck to the large cut-out of your dress that showed off the curve of your spine. Carlos broke away from you momentarily, his eyes still shut as he chuckled when you whined, chasing his lips desperately, “Jump,” He murmured, bracing himself by tugging you close and digging his fingers into the back of your thighs.

You complied, hopping into his secure hold before attaching your mouth to his once again, nipping at his full bottom lip. Carlos passed through the bedroom with ease, his muscle memory allowing him to walk underneath the long archway that led to your shared bathroom. He released you gently, his fingers pinching the hem of your dress on your way down, he bunched up the flowy linen, dragging it up to your waist and tugging it over your head- leaving you in just a pair of white, lacy underwear.

You laughed slightly, your hair mussed at taking over half of your face, “Carlos” you huff out. He laughs at your annoyance, gently moving the strands out of your eyes before tracing the dips and curves of your chest and stomach with feather-light touches.

Sighing, you tilt your head back, allowing him to press his lips against the column of your neck. You loop your hands around his neck, stumbling backwards towards the sink whilst bringing him with you. Carlos hoists you up and onto the counter, finally stepping back to gaze at your naked body, his eyes ravish you, the stiff peaks of your breasts and curve of your stomach, you watch him intently when he finally makes his way down to your panties, a damp patch already forming.

Carlos approaches you once again, his breath fresh and minty against your skin, “Tan bonita.” He compliments, trailing warm, open mouth kisses on your collar bone, starting from your shoulder until he reaches your sternum, “Tan deliciosa.” He moves to your breast, decorating it with his own purple-ish love marks, he littered them across until he enveloped your nipple into his mouth, his tongue licking against the pebble until it hardened beneath his attention.

Carlos turned his attention to the other whilst his other hand slipped beneath the elastic of your underwear, his middle finger teasing your wet slit, “all for me?” he moaned against your breast.

“of course.” You bury your hand in his hair, arching into his touch before he lowered to his knees in front of you.

“F-fuck” you whine, biting your lip harshly as he settles between your legs, he shucks you closer, harshly tugging you to the edge of the counter as he inches his mouth closer, hot breathe settling on the front of your underwear. You arch your back at the feeling, fingers teasing your peaked nipple, “please,” you whisper, eyes darting down to where Carlos had begun to lave lazily at your newly soaked panties.

“Please what? Huh?” He whispers, tongue darting out to push further into your throbbing hole. You whine, thighs threatening to clamp shut around his head, your hand inches down to shyly tug at his hair and guide him closer to your leaking cunt, “can’t even talk now? ‘s okay mariposa. I’ll take care of you.” He promises, laying one of your legs over his shoulder.

You breathe hitches slightly when you feel him drag his lips up your hip, only for his teeth to sink into your underwear band, trailing it off you.

You scrunch your eyes with a gasp when his kisses trail up from your ankle, to your calf and towards the inside of your thigh- you growl playfully when you hear him chuckle and coo up at you, “you were just stressed...” he pressed an open mouthed kiss to your skin, “being so diligent..” he continued, tongue ghosting over your leaking folds, “so perfect.”

“Carlos,” You moan, scratching your nails against his scalp, “you’re being mean. Hah. It’s not good to be mean to your future wi-“you cut yourself off with a scream, well, a muffled one, you managed to cover your agape mouth with your hand. He dove into your sex, tongue searing through you as he fucked the muscle steadily into you, curling it to poke gently at the sensitive, spongy part within you.

Carlos let his eyes flutter shut, the sweet taste of you staining itself onto his tongue, how he could stay like this forever, fuck the dinner, he only ever wanted to taste you. Only you.

“taste so good,” he panted against you, his tongue nudging your clit, in an oh-so delicious way that made you bite down on your fingers to stop your needy moans leaking down from the open, semi-circle window towards your in-laws, who were dedicatedly preparing your back garden to host a multitude of people.

“uh uh mariposa, quiero oír tu voz.” He reached up with one hand, tugging your palm away from your still open mouth.

“I-“you gulp heavily, trying to unscramble your mind from its mush state, “I- wan’ want more, need you to- do something please.” You bring your other leg to his shoulder, locking him between your limbs.

Carlos huffs out a laugh, biting playfully at your tender skin, he brings up one hand laying his fingers gently against your pussy lips, creating a ‘V’ to spread them wide, exposing the sensitive area to the midday warmth. And then, he spat, a fat string slowly drips from his mouth to land directly on your hole, he gawks at it with interest, his large puppy-dog eyes shining with lust.

You blush and cover your face, “come on- please? I’ve been soo good, did ever’thin you wanted.” You babbled, gyrating your hips against his face, baiting him into pleasuring you again until the delicious wave reached the crown of your skull until the tips of your toes.

“have you? You been my good girl? Hm?” He arches a brow at you, but stops you from answering when he lays his tongue flat against your clit, gently shaking his head side to side until you begin to shake and whine, “yeah, I know mi amor, se siente bien, ¿sí?” he whispers, prodding you cunt with his index finger, “you want it, don’t you?”

You hummed, eyes widening as though he had proposed all over again, “yeah, come on, please, pretty please with a- ahh,” once again, he wouldn’t let you finish your pleading, instead, he answered you with your prize, him pushing his fingers into you, your wetness dripping down into his palm and along his wrist.

Obscene squelches echoed through the bathroom, along with explicit sounds of his knuckles slapping against your skin and your high-pitched moans.

“yes- oh, don’t stop.” You sobbed, tears pricking at your eyes when he thrusted in a second finger, stretching you out whilst he crooked his digits to continue stimulating your g-spot mercilessly.

“don’t plan on it,” he promised, delving back in for another sacred taste, he tongue worked wonders against you, drinking in your nectar as though from the gods- letting in slip down his throat graciously. You groaned and bit your lip harshly, arching your back at angles that chiropractors would wince at until you could feel that euphoric feeling begin to bloom within your stomach.

Your walls fluttered around Carlos’ fingers, making him smirk against you and continue his movements, hungrily licking and slurping at you until your toes curled and eyes crossed over, “fuck,” you grit out, gasping laboriously as the tight knot finally snapped and torrential pleasure rained over you.

“te entendí my love,” He crawled over you, bracing himself above with his hands planted on the thick, white marble countertop you were currently blissed out on.

You brought your shaky hands up to his face, kissing him gently, “what about-hah, what about you,” you panted, wrapping your arms around him, continuing to softly brush your lips against his face. His temple, stubbled cheek, and muscled neck.

“We still have-“ He looked down at the heavy, silver Rolex on his wrist, “40 minutes, until Blanca comes hunting for us.” Carlos looked over to the floating bath that sat in front of the Juliet balcony, “and we have a bath.”

“That is just by a huge ass window,” You reminded him, glancing over to the open doors, revealing the intricate black grill of the balcony along with the pristine view of your tall trees that lined the well-kept entertaining space of your garden.

“Well, I doubt they don’t know what’s going on, I mean, my sister probably told them to leave a box of condoms outside.” He shrugged.

“In that case,” You started, your low whisper a mere breath of warm air between the two of you. Marinating hard and heady eye contact with him, you reached down to take his hand in yours, then slipped the two fingers that still dripped with your wetness, into your mouth.

Carlos stared at the sight, a short, strangled noise leaving him when you popped out his digits with an all too innocent noise, “Better make the most of it,” You leaned back against the mirror, hand open for him to carry you.

He groaned, shaking his head slightly before hoisting you in his arms, “best 40 minutes of my life.”

[Smut warnings : alot of kissing, fingering, sucking, love-bites, fem! oral recieving, fem! fingering recieving.]

📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion available...over

📻 Kchh...Spnish..to engli..sh....over

Ay, Ay, Señor. Tienes que esperar a la luna de miel - Oh, Oh, Lord. You have to wait for the honeymoon

muy cruel - very cruel

AY, SEÑOR - OH, SIR

Si no estás aquí para aportar nada útil, sal de la cocina - If you're not here to contribute anything useful, get out of the kitchen.

mariposa - butterfly

Hola, diabla - Hello, devil

Ay mi muñeca - Oh, my doll

Si, diabla? - Yes, devil?

Mi amour - My love

Tan deliciosa - So delicious

Tan bonita - So beautifull

quiero oír tu voz - I want to hear your voice

te entendí, mi amor, se siente bien, ¿sí? - I understood you, my love, it feels good, yeah

📻 Kchhhhh.loosing sign....al.....kcchh....over and out...

[useless-catalanfacts]

bon dia!! I'm moving to Catalunya this fall to be an English teacher's assistant and I'm so so excited to learn catalan and explore your beautiful country 💗 Do you have any recommendations for places or activities around the Lleida región? Moltes gràcies ☺️

Bon dia!

In Lleida (the city itself), the most iconic site to visit is the Seu Vella (old cathedral). It's a Medieval cathedral that was also used as a stronghold in war in the Early Modern Period. It's located on top of a hill, so there's great views of the whole city from there.

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A natural place: the Congost de Mont-rebei (Mont-rebei Canyon). This is the river that is used as the administrative dividing line between Catalonia on East and Aragon in the West (La Franja). It's a very beautiful place, but I don't know what it's like now with the drought. There's a very nice walk near the La Pertusa chapel and in an excavated part of the rock walls so you can see the river. Many people also go kayaking or similar things but I don't know if there's enough water now. (For context, we're having a very bad drought, it has barely rained in 3 years and all the reservoirs are practically empty).

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In spring, it's also very pretty to see the fruit tree fields around Lleida. The most popular town to go to is Aitona, but you can also see it in Seròs, Alcarràs, Torres de Segre, and others.

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Some historical small towns near Lleida that are nice to visit include Vallbona de les Monges with its Medieval monastery, and the towns around the Riucorb river (I would recommend the town Guimerà, and also Verdú to visit its tower), Montfalcó Murallat is also nice but very small. For a bigger town: Cervera. It's interesting to see the university building in Cervera, when Philip V (Spanish king who conquered Catalonia in 1714) made all the universities in Catalonia, Valencia, Mallorca and Aragon close down, he only allowed 1 university, which he moved to Cervera because it was a city where many people had supported him in the war and because it was in a rural area so he could closely control the students (university students in Barcelona and other places had been very involved in the war against Philip V).

(Photo 1: Santa Maria de Vallbona monastery. Photo 2: Guimerà)

An archaeological site: Fortalesa dels Vilars in Arbeca. This was a fortress inhabited between 775 and 300 BC, you can visit the archaeological site and the museum with the objects found. Arbeca is also famous for its olives (called arbequines), definitively worth a try 😋🫒 you'll find them in most markets and supermarkets.

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If you're near, when it comes to archaeology, there are also some prehistorical rock art sites. The most well-known in the area is the wall La roca dels moros in Cogul.

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Those are the places I'd recommend closest to Lleida. If you can move more, I also really recommend going up to the Pyrenees mountains (in the north of the Lleida province). There's lots of Medieval architecture there, lots of cute villages and some wonderful natural parks.

The bad thing about the Lleida area is that it doesn't have as good public transport as more densely populated areas, because outside of Lleida city itself it's very rural. So you might have to rely on cars.

Another activity in Lleida: the most famous food from there is snails, there are different recipes, the most widespread is caragols a la llauna, but they also serve them with allioli or with vinaigrette. There's also many other delicious foods, but that is what most people associate with Lleida the most.

Aaand that's what comes to mind in the areas near Lleida. I'm not from that province so I don't know it as well as other areas, if someone reading this has more recommendations please feel free to add them in the reblogs or comments.

I hope you enjoy your time in Catalonia!

[marianadecarlos]

The Three Ladies (OC fanart)

Authors note: The story is all fiction except for the historical figures mentioned

In the summer of 1681, on a hot and sweltering morning, a young maiden named Soledad de San Juan, who had light brown hair, green eyes, and pockmarked skin, prepared for her day's work. She was accompanied by another young maiden, Isabelle de Medinacelli, who had pale skin, blue eyes, and dark brown hair. Upon arriving at the Queen's chambers, they assisted Marie Louise with her morning routine, fixing her hair and offering her a glass of water.

The Duchess of Terranova then commanded the ladies to step aside, announcing that she had news about the Queen’s new painter, who was rumored to be French and had just arrived at court. Outside the palace, a young maiden dressed in blue, named Santiana, who sat in a wheelchair, spotted the painter with all his equipment. When he arrived, he bowed to the King, Queen, and Queen Mother, and called for the Queen, as she was the subject of his latest upcoming masterpiece.

Mariana of Austria opposed the idea of a French painter portraying Maria Luisa, arguing, "There are already many painters at court; why bring in a French one?" Carlos explained to her that the portrait would be sent to the Duke of Orleans.

Santiana followed the painter, and along with Soledad and Isabelle, they observed Marie Louise being painted. "This portrait is something to remember," Santiana whispered, causing the girls to giggle.

"I have an idea," Isabelle proposed.

"What is it?" Soledad asked.

"We should be remembered too! We should have a portrait together," Isabelle suggested.

They began searching for a painter to commission their portrait, but most artists were busy and unavailable until the following month. Isabelle then asked her father, the Duke of Medinacelli, to persuade a painter to agree to create the portrait. The Duke convinced a painter at court, who ultimately agreed to take on the project. The trio then headed to their rooms to select the outfits they would wear for the occasion.

Isabelle took her seat as Soledad moved Santiana's wheelchair closer to the table and smoothed down the fabric of her dress. "Calm down, Santiana", Isabelle whispered across the table, an encouraging smile on her face. "It doesn't happen every day that we'll get painted. It's a true privilege. " Santiana sighed. "That is exactly why I am so nervous. It has to be perfect…" Soledad patted her friend's hand and squeezed it slightly. "It will. How could it not?" The door burst open and the painter entered. He took his time to carefully arrange his utensils, then turned around with a friendly expression. "Shall we get started?"

Isabelle then brought her pet raven with her. the raven made noises which causes the painter to be distracted.

After months of painting, the portrait was finally completed. Soledad, Isabelle, and Santiana gazed at it in silence. Soledad swallowed hard until Isabelle eventually broke the quiet. "I told you it would be perfect, didn't I?" she said, leaning down toward Santiana and wrapping her arm around the back of the chair. "We'll always remember this day, preserved for eternity in this painting," Santiana agreed. "This painting will represent so much more than just this day. It will always reflect one of the most beautiful things in this world," Isabelle added. Soledad smiled at her two friends and reached out her hands to them. "Our Friendship," she declared.

Soledad de San Juan and Isabelle de Medinacelli are my OC's

Santiana is @theinfantaaofspain 's OC

The raven is inspired by @rmelster

We collaborated together to create this story. I hope you all liked it

[slay00ryu]

From Shadows to Limelight. - Angel x Fem!reader.

Angel x reader, fake dating, reader is a popular actress who needs that fake relationship to keep people interested in her.

You were once a great actress, known all over the states, the most profound directors fighting for you to play in their projects. You loved it, the attention, fame, money, love. Your fans' devotion was something that kept you going.

Unfortunately popularity isn't something that will stay in one position, no, it will flow like water. So now, you're sitting in your apartament with your manager, the Maria de la Rosa and her manager. A stack of papers in front of you, a contract. Contract making you two a couple. A fake couple for your own benefits, media attention on both sides, additional new content for Maria's channel with you as the main character of said content. There were some additional points like attending events together, Maria coming to the movies premieres with you and stuff like these.

You weren't really content with this agreement, especially with how much you would have to spend with her, dates, public meetings, and so on. You would lie if you said that you liked Maria, you didn't enjoy her company or content, she always seemed extremely fake to you, mainly because you weren't the realest person while in work. Her pink and sweet theme always looked like it was a perfectly polished play to you, and she was the main character in that play.

Well, you couldn't be picky here, your career was depending on the blonde sitting in front of you. You signed the papers, handing them to your manager who silently slid them into a file.

"That'll be all mr Finian and ms Rosa, we will contact you for the next planned meeting." He said, getting up to shale hands with the other manager.

You just nodded at de la Rosa and watched as she left your house, accompanied by her manager.

"So, I'm supposed to date her now?" You said, looking at your manager with narrowed eyes.

"Yes Y/N, and you have to act the part, just treat it like a movie, okay? You want popularity, you have to get in controversial relationships." You groaned at his words. "Oh yeah, and don't tell it to anyone, not even your family. One spilled word and we're all ruined."

With that you were left alone, left to prepare for another movie to take part in as the leading role.

Amongst that chaos, there was one place that kept you save. The Slaughter House. A server full of serial killers, yeah a weird place for an actress, but you somehow got in after you were doing some... research for your new role as a murderer, it had to be perfect to ensure people's eyes being kept on you, and you alone.

That strange friend-group of yours gave you comfort, especially Angelic. That woman is the closest friend you made amongst all the killers, she was similar to you, a perfectionist with a really heavy work schedule. You found comfort and mutual understanding in each other, exchanging messages with anyone never felt as good as it feel with her. Angel is a wonderful person, and you trust her even if she could be the reason for your death.

>N/N: Ugh, I can't believe it. They really pushed me into that fake relationship.

You sent a message to Angel after you were done with all of your work for the evening.

>Angelic: Oh :( >Angelic: I'm sorry to hear that... My work place threw a burden at me too...

>N/N: Honestly, I'm so glad we can understand each other.

>Angelic: I know! Finally someone who I can share my work issues with <3 >Angelic: I love our friends, but they'll never understand me as well as you do ^^;

You chuckled at that. Yeah, most of the server didn't understand the field, that's what made your friendship with Angel so special. You could relate, be it the work load or people.

You admired her, her sweetness that had some dangerous undertones in it, it was mesmerising, she was the inspiration for your role. The killer you played was sickly sweet, kind and dangerous. You enjoyed the character you created in your mind, the way you wore that character's skin, it felt like your own, it made you feel like you were closer to Angel that way.

Today was the day of your first official encounter with Maria de la Rosa as her girlfriend, after much thought you reached the conclusion that it wasn't so bad, maybe her sweetness will make this better for the two of you? She will be all smiles and pink, it should be doable.

You stood in front of the filming plan, waiting for the model to arrive, she was supposed to watch your acting and then praise you with a small kiss at the end... Wow you really did imagine it as a movie script.

"Hey Y/N, I hope I'm not to late!" You heard that voice you knew so well behind you, you turned around to see Maria herself, this time without her manager.

'No, you're actually perfectly on time." You said with your mastered up sweet smile, you outstretched your hand toward her,, hoping that she would get the sign.

"Oh thank god, wouldn't want to miss you in action, love." She replied in the most natural and warm tone possible.

Damn, she's quick with her acting.

Angel was sitting next to the producers, ignoring the stares coming from all the actors and staff. Her eyes locked only on you, her fake girlfriend who was the master of acting. She was in awe of your portrayal of the femme fatale you were playing, but something unsettled her in your act.

It felt like she was looking at a mirror image of herself as The Heartsick Angel, the perfectionism put in between the insanity and vengeance of the murderer, it was somewhat close to home for Angel.

Seeing you, someone who was so far from knowing about her murderous side, wear the role of her alias so well, it made her want to explore you more.

Angel was observing you closely at your every meeting, playing the role of a loving and caring girlfriend while she watched over you. She started to notice some similarities between you and N/N, you had the same writing style, talked a lot about your acting work, it all made Angel crazy.

What if her fake girlfriend was also the same member of the serial killer she likes so much? It wouldn't be so hard to believe, N/N did say that they took The Heartsick Angel as an inspiration for their new role.

Finally, Angel caught you red handed one day.

You were getting ready for a Christmas Event Angel was invited, media was loud about you, so of course you were invited as her plus one. While you were finishing your make up in the bathroom, Angel was walking around your room. Your computer was on, she wanted to turn it off for you, but in front of her was the server she knew so well, and the same chat she was participating in on her way to your house.

So it was you. You were the person Angel adored so much. You were the person who stole her heart and make her smile to her phone.

That knowledge felt oddly good. Angel felt glad that you were the one who took her heart.

After all, you were already dating, what would be so hard in turning the fake into real?

THIS WILL HAVE TWO PARTS

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I hope you enjoyed this <3

[fatehbaz]

Just in case. Some might enjoy. Had to organize some notes.

These are just some of the newer texts that had been promoted in the past few years at the online home of the American Association of Geographers. [At: aag dot org/new-books-for-geographers/]

Tried to narrow down selections to focus on (1) Indigenous, Black, Latin American, oceanic/archipelagic geographies; (2) imaginaries and environmental perception; (3) and mobility, borders, carceral/abolition geography.

These texts feature concepts/subjects like: Indigeneity and "geographies of time" in the Ecuadorian Andes. "Migration and music in the construction of precolonial AfroAsia." The "practice of collective escape" and "reimagining geographies of order." The "making and unmaking of French India." The "literary geography" of the rubber boom in Amazonia. "Coercive geographies" and mass imprisonment. "Anti-fatness as anti-Blackness." The "(un)governable city" of colonial Delhi.

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New stuff, early 2024:

A Caribbean Poetics of Spirit (Hannah Regis, University of the West Indies Press, 2024)

Constructing Worlds Otherwise: Societies in Movement and Anticolonial Paths in Latin America (Raúl Zibechi and translator George Ygarza Quispe, AK Press, 2024)

Fluid Geographies: Water, Science, and Settler Colonialism in New Mexico (K. Maria D. Lane, University of Chicago Press, 2024)

Hydrofeminist Thinking With Oceans: Political and Scholarly Possibilities (Tarara Shefer, Vivienne Bozalek, and Nike Romano, Routledge, 2024)

Making the Literary-Geographical World of Sherlock Holmes: The Game Is Afoot (David McLaughlin, University of Chicago Press, 2025)

Mapping Middle-earth: Environmental and Political Narratives in J. R. R. Tolkien’s Cartographies (Anahit Behrooz, Bloomsbury Publishing, 2024)

Midlife Geographies: Changing Lifecourses across Generations, Spaces and Time (Aija Lulle, Bristol University Press, 2024)

Society Despite the State: Reimagining Geographies of Order (Anthony Ince and Geronimo Barrera de la Torre, Pluto Press, 2024)

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New stuff, 2023:

The Black Geographic: Praxis, Resistance, Futurity (Camilla Hawthorne and Jovan Scott Lewis, Duke University Press, 2023)

Activist Feminist Geographies (Edited by Kate Boyer, Latoya Eaves and Jennifer Fluri, Bristol University Press, 2023)

The Silences of Dispossession: Agrarian Change and Indigenous Politics in Argentina (Mercedes Biocca, Pluto Press, 2023)

The Sovereign Trickster: Death and Laughter in the Age of Dueterte (Vicente L. Rafael, Duke University Press, 2022)

Ottoman Passports: Security and Geographic Mobility, 1876-1908 (İlkay Yılmaz, Syracuse University Press, 2023)

The Practice of Collective Escape (Helen Traill, Bristol University Press, 2023)

Maps of Sorrow: Migration and Music in the Construction of Precolonial AfroAsia (Sumangala Damodaran and Ari Sitas, Columbia University Press, 2023)

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New stuff, late 2022:

B.H. Roberts, Moral Geography, and the Making of a Modern Racist (Clyde R. Forsberg, Jr.and Phillip Gordon Mackintosh, Cambridge Scholars Publishing, 2022)

Environing Empire: Nature, Infrastructure and the Making of German Southwest Africa (Martin Kalb, Berghahn Books, 2022)

Sentient Ecologies: Xenophobic Imaginaries of Landscape (Edited by Alexandra Coțofană and Hikmet Kuran, Berghahn Books 2022)

Colonial Geography: Race and Space in German East Africa, 1884–1905 (Matthew Unangst, University of Toronto Press, 2022)

The Geographies of African American Short Fiction (Kenton Rambsy, University of Mississippi Press, 2022)

Knowing Manchuria: Environments, the Senses, and Natural Knowledge on an Asian Borderland (Ruth Rogaski, University of Chicago Press, 2022)

Punishing Places: The Geography of Mass Imprisonment (Jessica T. Simes, University of California Press, 2021)

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New stuff, early 2022:

Belly of the Beast: The Politics of Anti-fatness as Anti-Blackness (Da’Shaun Harrison, 2021)

Coercive Geographies: Historicizing Mobility, Labor and Confinement (Edited by Johan Heinsen, Martin Bak Jørgensen, and Martin Ottovay Jørgensen, Haymarket Books, 2021)

Confederate Exodus: Social and Environmental Forces in the Migration of U.S. Southerners to Brazil (Alan Marcus, University of Nebraska Press, 2021)

Decolonial Feminisms, Power and Place (Palgrave, 2021)

Krakow: An Ecobiography (Edited by Adam Izdebski & Rafał Szmytka, University of Pittsburgh Press, 2021)

Open Hand, Closed Fist: Practices of Undocumented Organizing in a Hostile State (Kathryn Abrams, University of California Press, 2022)

Unsettling Utopia: The Making and Unmaking of French India (Jessica Namakkal, 2021)

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New stuff, 2020 and 2021:

Mapping the Amazon: Literary Geography after the Rubber Boom (Amanda Smith, Liverpool University Press, 2021)

Geopolitics, Culture, and the Scientific Imaginary in Latin America (Edited by María del Pilar Blanco and Joanna Page, 2020)

Reconstructing public housing: Liverpool’s hidden history of collective alternatives (Matt Thompson, University of Liverpool Press, 2020)

The (Un)governable City: Productive Failure in the Making of Colonial Delhi, 1858–1911 (Raghav Kishore, 2020)

Multispecies Households in the Saian Mountains: Ecology at the Russia-Mongolia Border (Edited by Alex Oehler and Anna Varfolomeeva, 2020)

Urban Mountain Beings: History, Indigeneity, and Geographies of Time in Quito, Ecuador (Kathleen S. Fine-Dare, 2019)

City of Refuge: Slavery and Petit Marronage in the Great Dismal Swamp, 1763-1856 (Marcus P. Nevius, University of Georgia Press, 2020)

[holofizz]

More music I associate with these characters because I can't help it! Brace yourself it's still somehow a large list. I'm incapable of keeping my music playlists short, this is no different.

Crawford Tillinghast

Home Sweet Home - Arkavello

Love Me Dead - Ludo

Undisclosed Desires - Muse

The Fourth Colour - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard

The Beginning Of The Twist - The Futureheads

The Waters Rising - Oceans of Slumber

Anton Mordrid

Rule #9 Child of the Stars - Fish in a birdcage

Impermanence - Major Parkinson

(The) Coffee Song - The Toxhards

Get Up - Mother Mother

Blue Moon - Ella Fitgerald

Just Like Heaven - The Cure

John Reilly

A night to Forget - Cain's Offering

Destroy Everything You Touch - Unwoman

Oh My God - Ida Maria

Eros - Viza

Neon Sunrise - I Am Giant

3rd Planet - Modest Mouse

Herbert West

Murder Death - De Staat

Girl Anachronism - The dresden dolls

The Knack - Mother Mother

Wait - The Dear Hunter

Misery Business - Paramore

Dismantled - Nekonomicon, Kylee Brielle

Daniel Cain

Gloria - The Dear Hunter

I created a Monster - Hello Operator

Lovefool - The Cardigans

Cemetery Breeding - Black Mountain

Push Me to the Floor - The Parlotones

Angeleyes - ABBA

Jonathan/The Evil Clergyman

Missionary Man - Eurythmics

Running Up That Hill (cover) - Placebo

Heard Somebody Cry - Oingo Boingo

The Killing Moon - Echo & the Bunnymen

Like a Prayer - Madonna

Blood - Starbenders

Weyoun

Venus Ambassador - Bryan Scary

Stress - Jim's Big Ego

I'm A Princess - Bill Wurtz

The Other Me - Frost

Every You Every Me - Placebo

Monkey Tree - Mother Mother

Kevin Burkhoff

Somebody's Home - Spock's Beard

Fractions - Juniper Vale

Amazing Grace - Globus

Unwell - Matchbox Twenty

Voice in My Throat - Pearl and the Beard

Lovecraft in Brooklyn - The Mountain Goats

Milton Dammers

Devil's Plaything - Liv Sin

A Lifetime in the Service of Darkness - Ashbury Heights

Fill The Void - Oingo Boingo

People Are Strange - Johnny Hollow

¡Aikido! (Neurotic / Erotic) - Will Wood and the Tapeworms

Lecher Bitch - Genitoturers

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Blackest Eyes - Porcupine Tree

Can't Change Me - Chris Cornell

Laplace's Angel (Hurt people? Hurt People!) - Will Wood

The Mind Electric - Miracle Musical

Serial Killer Vibes - Cloudfodder

Prosthetic - Haken

edit: fuck it, I put it all in it's own playlist. X

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Queer books for every color!

Full titles under the cut!

Red

I Hope We Choose Love: A Trans Girl's Notes from the End of the World by Kai Cheng Thom

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

Phoenix Extravagant by Yoon Ha Lee

The Future is Disabled: Prophecies, Love Notes, and Mourning Songs by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Ace of Spades by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé

Aquicorn Cove by K O'Neill

Orange

Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao

Felix Ever After by Kacen Callender

Not Your Sidekick by CB Lee

When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb

The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

Ma and Me by Putsata Reang

Yellow

Home by Danez Smith

The Unbroken by CL Clark

Mooncakes by Wendy Xu and Suzanne Walker

Take a Hint, Dani Brown by Talia Hibbert

The Lesbianas Guide to Catholic School by Sonora Reyes

Chain-Gang All-Stars by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah

Green

The Mermaid, the Witch, and the Sea by Maggie Tokuda-Hall

Finna by Nino Cipri

Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters

The Magic Fish by Trung Le Nguyen

A Snake Falls to Earth by Darcie Little Badger

In the Dreamhouse by Carmen Maria Machado

Blue

How to Find a Princess by Alyssa Cole

Cantoras by Carolina De Robertis

Black Water Sister by Zen Cho

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

Our Bloody Pearl by DN Bryn

Full Disclosure by Camryn Garrett

Purple

Eight Kinky Nights by Xan West

Pet by Akwaeke Emezi

Love Beyond Body, Space, and Time edited by Hope Nicholson

Everyone on the Moon is Essential Personnel by Julian K Jarobe

The Witch King by HE Edgmon

We See Each Other: A Black, Trans Journey Through TV and Film by Tre'vell Anderson

[qvrcll]

posing (as a playboy centerfold)

summary: loving ellie is as simple as it can be. the routine you fall into is painless, so easy it threatens to tear past what has been. but can you ever set still this palpable, throbbing heart that feels for her?

warning: showering together, nudity mentioned, mention of injuries / old wounds / stitch wounds, established relationship but pining still, just some word vomit tbh !!

a/n: hi! it’s been a WHILE! but i’ve seriously gone through a rollercoaster of emotions because i came upon the realisation that being burnt out can make it seem like you’ve literally lost your ability to write and in my fear of trying to keep up with requests, i literally couldn’t write a single sentence i could like. this is something i’ve managed that i don’t completely hate :,] college melodrama is coming soon btw!! thank u to every single one of u who has shown it support, i love u all :,]

bathing with ellie is a simple, domestic routine you fall into. there’s no set-back’s, no restrictions and no effort on either end as you perch yourself into the commodity of the tub, body spent and leeching with the spread of its efforts. there’s that bruise you’d bottled on the trip with tommy for supplies on your thigh that still remains despite your effort to rid of it. if you want to search for them, your bruises and wounds show, even against the kiss of the water in the tub, red, tinged mauve and showing up blood orange with time. there’s history in everything, you think, as you relax against the ceramic sweep against your body, before her voice sounds,

“what are you thinking about?”

you turn your head, smile already swallowing your face when you catch the height of ellie against the bathroom door. she’s half naked, jeans shimming down her hips as she quickly presses her palms against the wall for balance. she snickers when she sees you comically flout your arms against the edge of the tub, goading with a smile as you take it all in. take a while to just admire her.

“take a picture, it would last longer,” she presses on, the laugh spent in her voice as she’s bare now, completely. there’s the bruise on her shoulder from last week, when she’d caught that foetid fall upon the stone and hedge of her foes, or the blunting image of that stitch wound she’d given herself after she’d cut the skin open on that abrasive ground maria had always warned everyone about. her arms are littered with the testament of her past endeavours — scratches, marks, something admirable and accomplished that she’s glazed with that makes it incredibly hard to skirt your eyes off of. and she’s level enough with you to notice the lucidity of your stare. but instead of words, she joins you in the bath.

the water oddly rises and sets with her body behind yours, some of it sneaking onto the floor but you can’t seem to care when she’s pinioning her weight against your back in a way that’s so obvious, it burns — her fingers, lithe and callous as you’ve discerned them to be, roam the tight space between you and the water and you look at her with that knowing glare, that slip of your shoulders that ask ‘ellie, where do you think your hands are going?’ and she’ll laugh against that safe-spot she’s borrowed into the liberty of your neck. and the further she goes, the more she presses into your skin slovenly little kid who’s got a hint of candy for the very first time, the more you’re realising none of this ever does stop. this loving, this push-and-pull de-facto she’s got going with you, this lambency you’ve let live inside of you.

it’s all so real that it scares you.

you turn around, promptly, facing her but not really. your eyes are as assailable as they can be, but they’re sprouting lower, sailing on a nerve and landing on the skin of her arms, the brawn of her shoulders. she catches your ambulant gaze and fixes a smirk, is in the thick of a smirk, when her body goes cold like meat in your very tub.

“what… are you doing…?”

her voice is far from its usual front, now reduced to an embarrassed purr as she regulates the feeling that punches against her like a brute. tries to fine-tune the notion that you’re quite literally touching her, feeling the skin of her mid section, assessing it like you were to be the town’s next medico. you look up, obviously, because you’ve never heard her this splintered before, thinking you’ve vaulted too far before you’re realising with a lissom smile that oh, she’s so very flustered with you just feeling her.

“what does it look like i’m doing?”

you poke her on, watch her face burst into flames, her words mitigate into quiet fluxes of ‘i don’t know what you’re doing… just like… touching my belly? what are you doing?’

and you literally have to carve the words out that you’re admiring her. reaching for her scars in spite of the intrusion of the water. pawing the rough and unearthed parts of her in the wet of it. coursing her like wet mud for excavators to dig through. like she’s the moon strung on a string. but you can’t. can’t fit the words onto your tongue, even in the teeth of your belief, even if you splice and section it to be statable.

your love for ellie is taking a space in your heart, lettering something illegible, holding the memory of her so close, so taut, that all you can say is,

“i love you.”

© 2023 qvrcll. Do not repost any of my works on any platform.

[thepaleys]

Last Years in Paris and Return to Russia

Meanwhile Marie and Dmitri grew up without their father. In 1907 Marie became engaged to Prince Vilhelm of Sweden: she would say later that the engagement was arranged by her aunt against her will but there is no sense of this in letters written at the time. Her memory may have been coloured by the subsequent failure of the marriage. But at the same time, any pleasure she might have felt in the engagement was severely shaken by her father's reaction: Pavel refused to attend the ceremony unless he could bring his wife. He set two conditions.

First, he wanted to see Olga accepted at Court. 'Could you really think that I would leave my wife alone,' he asked the Tsar, 'she whom everyone here loves and respects. I did not make the break and sacrifice everything to let her then be humiliated and insulted without reason.' Second, he wanted the wardship of his children ended, and he refused to be seen on the sidelines of an engagement over which he had had no say. From his own standpoint his arguments must have appeared quite reasonable but the family did not see it that way. "What incredible heartlessness!', the Tsar's sister Ksenia wrote in her diary. "I feel so sorry for poor Maria - he's spoilt everything for her!' That October, the Tsar had a slight change of heart, and allowed Pavel and Olga to visit St Petersburg together to see Marie and Dmitri.

Marie was married in 1908 and things went wrong very quickly. The circumstances of her upbringing had made her both selfish and difficult, and her behaviour in her new country earned a bad reputation which worried her father. In 1911 Olga's younger daughter [Marianne] was divorced after only three years of marriage; when Marie also announced her plan to leave her husband and child Pavel must have wondered if the next generation was not following his example rather too keenly.

But Dmitri seemed more promising, and stood high in the favour of the Tsar and Tsaritsa. On 6 January 1912, after the traditional 'Blessing of the Waters' in St Petersburg, he took his Oath of Allegiance, and Nicholas II marked the occasion by announcing that Pavel and his family could return to Russia for good. Pavel still owned his palace in the city but he wanted to build a house at Tsarskoe Selo based on his Paris home, for his family and his art collection. His son Vladimir also returned to attend the Corps des Pages. For the others, however, the move took longer, and their house was not finished until May 1914. Within months the First World War began.

"Romanov Autumn" - Charlotte Zeepvat

Theory time! Sooo, it was around 1912-13 (when Grand Duchess Olga was 17-18) that the idea of her marrying Dmitri was tossed around and there are even rumours that they became engaged (although briefly). There is also the possibility that Tsar Nicholas II was playing around with the idea that, if Alexei didn't make it to adulthood, a marriage between Olga and Dmitri would be the perfect alternative, as Olga was the eldest daughter and Dmitri could act as a sort of Regent or Prince Consort to appease the most conservative factions who didn't necessarily want a woman to rule Russia.

Could it be that the pardon Nicholas II granted to his uncle (Dmitri's father) around this time was related to this plan? I think it makes sense that Nicholas would want to bring Dmitri's father back into the country if he was thinking of marrying him to his daughter, but it's just a theory. :)

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1. Brazil. 1992. By Ercole Colombo. 2. Giovanna Amati and Niki Lauda watch as a Ferrari passes in Circuito Estoril, Portugal. 1992. By Ercole Colombo.

Giovanna Amati bought her first motorbike in 1975. A 500cc Honda, powerful, loud, clearly too big for a 15-year-old Italian kid without a driver’s license.

Her parents never found out, not how she got the money, not where she found the bike, not even the identity of the salesperson desperate enough to accept a child’s money. A bike like that, to a kid like her. But not just any kid. Giovanna’s father owned movie theaters; her mother acted in said movies. All Giovanna wanted to do was play the role of racing driver. For two years, Giovanna kept her Honda hidden behind her friends’ garage, and only took it out for little spins during the late hours of the night, when Roma pretended to sleep and the sleek, narrow streets grew even more austere. Monsters in silk shirts mumbled low in the shadows, watched the kid ride over stone and grime, turn into dark gardens and across the Tevere river, far beyond the reach of the misty moonlight. Up and down, left and right, zigzagging past the Vespas and the yellow bicycles left unattended in the piazzas. A curt glimpse towards the Vatican, a recognition of Spirit, a nod of respect. Total darkness. Giovanna rode through the night like a black horse. Hair like broken hay sticking out of her helmet; sunken eyes the color of whiskey peering through a red visor. Straight, thin lips sucking on rolling paper and blowing out smoke too strong to be tobacco. This was Giovanna Amati in the dark. La principessa veloce de Roma.

3 years later, in 1978, Giovanna Amati was kidnapped in broad daylight. Caught between the considerable wealth of her surname and the diabolical politics of the time, the girl never really stood a chance. She was sitting in her car, parked in front of the Amati villa, perhaps waiting for someone to come join her, perhaps only taking a moment to breathe, listening to some music. We’ll never know. 3 masked men broke through the windshield like hammers and dragged her kicking and screaming into a van nearby. Giovanna was then taken to an apartment just a few blocks away, where she was undressed, assaulted, humiliated, broken and tortured, wrapped in a thick plastic sheet and shoved inside a wooden box. For 74 days, she was kept inside that box. The box only opened for food, for water, for hands, for mouths, for pain, for horrors. 2 months later, the box opened one last time. Against explicit court orders from the Italian government, Giovanni Amati and Anna Maria Pancanni paid for their daughter’s ransom using leftover box-office receipts from George Lucas’ ‘Star Wars’, old family jewelry and some of their servants’ life-savings.

The full cost hit 800 million-lira (almost 3 million US dollars). Soon after her release, Giovanna started receiving flowers and love letters from one her captors, Jean Daniel Nieto, which prompted some to speculate about the nature of their relationship. Giovanna was kept in a box for two months. ‘The box made me stronger.’ She’d tell the BBC, years later. After a few days of radio silence and even more flowers, she phoned Jean Daniel Nieto, and informed him she could no longer live without him, and they should run away together. Jean Daniel Nieto was ecstatic. He showed up to the meeting point right on time, in his best two-piece suit. Giovanna showed up on the back of her Honda. She did not stop for Jean Daniel Nieto. The police cars who’d been following close behind, however, did.

Giovanna Amati began racing cars professionally at the age of 21. Despite successful campaigns in Formula Abarth, Italian F3 and Formula 3000, Giovanna had close to no open-wheel experience, no real backing, no sponsors, and no hopes of a successful F1 stint. Still. She wanted to ride F1 cars the way she rode her bike alone in the streets of Rome. She wanted to play the role. She was an Amati, after all. Her final option was still in the box. Money. A doomed team wobbling on its last leg let her pay for its ’92 seat, and so, with no actual pump and uncomfortable circumstance, Giovanna Amati became the last woman on earth to ever drive for the F1 world championship, and the first and only woman to do so 14 years after being kidnapped. She attempted to qualify for Brabham 3 times: Brazil, Mexico, South Africa. All failed. Brabham kicked her out, obviously, and in came male savior Damon Hill, who then, phew, failed to qualify five times.

In my dreams, la principessa veloce de Roma still rides her Honda at night. Her eyes are red behind the visor, and she doesn’t stop at the Vatican. They’ll never catch her again.

Text by supermaks

Sources: 1, 2, 3, 4

3. South Africa. By Ercole Colombo.

4. Gangster-story all’italiana. Source unknown.