#wc; 1286

[f0ofishies]

BLUE LOCK

I. bsf!shidou drabble (nsfw)

wc ; 223 tw ; exhibitionist, biology talk, shidou being weird..

II. first times w/ bllk men!noel,kaiser,ness (nsfw)

wc ; 1580 tw ; size kink, edging, a bit insecure parts in kaiser's, inexperienced part in ness', curses on diff languages..?

III. scenario; being shipped by the bllk men [Rin,Charles,Isagi] (sfw)

wc ; 844 additonal info ; fem!reader, deaf!reader, Julian loki sister!reader, smau!au

IV. first times w/ bllk men!snuffy,prince (nsfw)

wc ; 1286 tw ; edging, public sex, size kink, drunk sex in prince's part.

V. Don't look back; itoshi!reader (sfw)

wc ; 936 additional info ; fem!reader, itoshi!reader, lots of angst, no comfort, no ships.

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Do you have any studies you can recommend about crow intelligence and possible sapience? It’s a very interesting topic and I’d love to read more about it !!

https://www.frontiersin.org/articles/10.3389/fpsyg.2020.560669/full

https://wires.onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/full/10.1002/wcs.1286

There are more, but these are some of the best ones

[hauntedjpegcollection]

coward

wc: 1286 au: valorant au ch: xavier, benji

He finds the wounded soldier in the thin alley of a downtown city turned war zone. There is the steady firework like sound of guns in the distance, his fingers swiftly turning down the crackling comm at his shoulder—mingled with the unstoppable and terrifying atmosphere of radianites somewhere, fighting. Smoke makes the otherwise bright mid afternoon sun a dull, lifeless corpse in the sky. No clouds. Just the smear of two universes colliding for one resource that is worth the scattered destruction.

Xavier stands at the mouth of the alleyway as the soldiers stares at him. His hand is sealed over a wound at his hip. There isn’t enough blood that it’s lethal—maybe. Unless he can’t get up, find cover, or be rescued by whatever team he might have left when Xavier’s unit is done. He’s not injured, but the evidence of fighting is still there. Dusty rubble on his all black gear. There’s a rip over the side of his black balaclava, red hair poking out like an outburst of fire. His arms are sore, but the sledgehammer is tied neatly to his back again.

Jesus, he thinks. I want to go home.

“Fuck you,” the solider barks, surprisingly sturdy with it. He’s aiming an empty handgun at Xavier. He only knows it’s empty because he’s been staring at this soldier for a long minute, watching as he fumbles out an empty medic bag, as he checks the slide on his handgun, as he slaps the heel of his palm to his forehead and swears under his breath. His accent is muddied and rough. For a while, Xavier’s been trying to place it—he’s pretty good at that. He likes geography.

Glass from a broken window crunches underneath his heavy boots as he walks down the alley. There is a distant sssss like a smoke grenade has been released. The sky lights up briefly green, but the smoke is downwind. Avoids them. The soldier twists a bit, raises the gun more—he’d have an accurate shot. He’d get Xavier right in the head—he has to respect that. Not useless then, just abandoned. Bloody in an alley. Medic used all his medic supplies on others.

Xavier stops only a few footsteps away, his own rifle in his hands. Not aimed yet.

“Well? Fuckin’ do it then—coward. Dickhead,” the wounded one snaps and throws the gun. It hits Xavier in the shoulder, clattering against the ground. In the hazy smoked out sunlight, the enemy looks washed out and exhausted. Sweat makes black curly hair cling to dark brown skin. There are deep bruises underneath big, pretty eyes. The cement beneath him is dark red, smudged, with the way he’d sunk down. He doesn’t look small, even though Xavier is standing at his full height and the enemy is sitting. Injured.

“Need help figurin’ it out, arsehole? The little trigger there, you just aim up that stupid fuckin’ rifle—”

“Do you ever shut up?” Xavier asks, his gloved hand tearing off his balaclava. His sweaty, messy hair sticks up in all directions. His skin is wet with the perspiration, so he wipes a palm across his face. He’s smiling too, that big, nasty wolf like grin that has earned him so much of a reputation. It’s too wide on his long face, shows too much of his teeth.

“Your mum,” the downed soldier snips coldly. His eyes narrow suspiciously, his hand briefly unsealing from his hip wound. He turns pale at that—which makes Xavier wonder what his skin might look like flush and full of life and blood and energy. The hand presses down again.

“Mum,” Xavier imitates as he rips the pack from his side. He approaches and kneels swiftly. There’s a distinct shhhhhk sound and he feels the cold press of a blade to his exposed throat. For a brief moment, the survival instinct pressing inside his skull from some ancient, never lost caveman era has him thinking of violence. Slamming the man forward, wrenching the knife, breaking a wrist.

Instead, he continues to unzip his pack. The knife doesn’t move. His eyes glance up briefly and his smile curls wider. The soldier is staring at him, pupils dilated so wide he looks drugged. Xavier tilts his head to the side somewhat, clicks his tongue.

“You know,” he pulls materials out the bag. “I’m shitty at this.”

“Yeah? You look it, mate. Why are you—”

Xavier wraps a hand around the others wrist, slowly pulls it away from the injury to his hip. He can’t see too well with the gear, plastered to the skin, glued by the tacky, drying blood. He scoots closer and feels the knife slowly slide away. He doesn’t pay it any attention as he gently (he hasn’t been gentle in a long time) peels up the under shirt to reveal a deep and unfortunate knife wound.

“Oh,” he says. “Wow. That fucking sucks.”

“It’s missed the important bits.”

“You don’t say,” Xavier says with a lurid, sarcastic drag of his eyes south of the wound. He wiggles his brows a bit—and is stunned when the soldier laughs. It’s a bitten off sound accompanied by a groan, a hand moving back to the wound. Xavier gets closer still. The smell of sweat and blood and gunpowder is overwhelming, when he should be all too used to it. The distant fighting seems to die away at the sound of the man breathing. He uses his teeth to rip into an alcohol pad and start cleaning at the wound.

Silence falls for a moment. Silence except their breathing. Then—

“Xavier,” he says, tearing open the fancy skin-like pad that covers wounds, keeps them clean. Promotes healing; this level of advancement has always unnerved Xavier. He slowly uses his palm to cup and squeeze it over the soldiers hip. His hand stays there for a moment. Maybe longer than a moment. If he didn’t have his glove on, they’d be skin to skin like that.

“Benji.”

“Really?” Xavier smiles again, brows turned upward.

“What?” His hands are suddenly shoved away, the enemy soldier trying to adjust himself against the wall. His cheeks have more color to them then, a little pinch of a dark red, splotchy and high on his cheekbones. His dark brows tuck together and the menacing sit of his lips is a sneer—but he’s pretty. He’s very pretty, even when he’s staring at Xavier like that. He has eyelashes too long and full. A dark curl sticks to his cheek.

“Just—it’s a cute name. I guess. Wasn’t expecting it.”

He stands then. Xavier is willowy tall, all legs. He puts a hand to the wall, leaning his weight there a bit. He casts a shadow down on the soldier, the sun behind him. He stares down as Benji stares up.

“Guess I’ll see you around, Benji,” he says, with a cocky wink.

“We probably shouldn’t,” the soldier replies.

“No, I got a feeling, you know?” Xavier walks backward as he talks, unslings his rifle from his shoulder. He checks it, inspects the chamber, glances out the end of the alley. More green has appeared in the sky, smearing the view. “Plus, I’m recognizable now. No one forgets a ginger.” He points to the mess of red, sweat damp hair.

“Red heads aren’t my type, mate.”

“Man, bullshit. Red heads are everyones type.”

The crash sound of something big and heavy has Xavier retreating without another word. All fun depleted as he sets himself to running toward the rest of the fighting, at a savage and hard pace. His hand, shaky and awkward turning his comms back on.

That was the last of his supplies.

[idhyukjae]

bruised lips.

ft. @idaroon; realization, change & a broken phone @ titanium’s dorm.

“listen to me, please listen to me. do you think i want to lose you too? do you think my heart would be able to take it? the pain? the feeling of knowing i have lost all of my children? i would never be able to deal with that hyukjae, i would never be able to live knowing that i lost the one son i’ve protected and sheltered with everything within me. please, please, please... i... i know i can’t be there but please i’m begging you to eat, to take your vitamins, to live your life normally. i don’t know what’s happening to you and what’s making you feel like this but jesus christ hyukjae, i’m your mother! you can call me and talk to me whenever you need someone! you have your friends, you have aroon.”

he flinches.

“you have your best friend there and i know you can trust him with your pain and whatever is making you feel like this. please, please i am begging you to talk this out with someone, if you don’t trust me then please... talk to someone about your problems hyukjae, talk, talk! i can’t stand knowing you’re in pain, i can’t stand knowing you’re hurt and i can’t stand knowing you’re not living peacefully.”

his head hangs low, phone pressed against his ear, he mutters, “yes mother. i will eat better and rest better now. i have to go now.”

“hyukjae?” she calls for him again, making sure he’s not ending the call without saying something important, “i love you, baby. more than anything in the world. more than you can imagine. i know that you and i have been inseparable since you’ve been a baby and my heart aches so much.. knowing i can’t be there to hold your hand and tell you that whatever is hurting you... it will be okay. it will always be okay, i promised you that when we were getting ready to leave america, remember? that no matter what we would always stick together, that i would never let anything hurt you and i’m so sorry to know you’re in pain, i’m so sorry i broke that promise.”

“no, no... mom, you didn’t break a promise. i am fine, i’m just tired, i promise. i am fine. i’m always fine, i’m just really exhausted.” he’s practically begging, begging for her to believe him.

“that is not what i was told, i...”

“it doesn’t matter what you were told, mom. they lied to you because i am okay. i am fine. i’m just tired and you shouldn’t worry about me like this, it won’t do you any good. look at the distance between us, if you get sick for worrying, then i will truly be sick and we won’t be able to take care of each other. so please, don’t worry about me, the guys always take care of me, i promise.” 

bae jiohami remains silent for several seconds and hyukjae knows it’s because she’s trying to analyze his words. the faint tone of his voice specifically. eventually, she lies to him when she says, “okay. okay. if you say that i will believe it.” but she doesn’t and hyukjae can hear the quiet sobs on the other end of the line. he can feel his own chest in pain at the single thought of his crying mother. last time she cried thanks to pain was when his father dragged him and...

he closes his eyes. he doesn’t want to remember.

he doesn’t want to remember.

“i will talk to you soon, okay?” he manages to say. 

“yes, that’s fine. i love you, hyukjae.”

“i love you too, mom.” and he ends the call. 

someone. someone called her and he knows exactly who. he knows who picked up the phone and informed his mother that lately he wasn’t eating, he wasn’t taking vitamins, he wasn’t sleeping, he wasn’t doing anything but walk around the dorm like a zombie. it surely wasn’t milo, nor dax, nor jeno. he knew exactly who it was and hyukjae’s blood was boiling at this point. 

he drags his feet back across the tiled room, presses his knees against his chest, wraps his arms around his legs. it was aroon. he was the one who called her, he was the one who informed her that he was living life like a zombie ever since they came back from chile. he was the one who snitched and told her, he was the one who broke his mother’s heart with that. and hyukjae, the one to always hide things, the one to keep his feelings to himself... now had to deal with the idea of his mother being aware of his pain. of his sadness.

ironic. the one guy who caused all of it was also the one guy who was calling his mother to let her know he wasn’t acting like himself. the one guy who had done nothing but torment his thoughts, but seep his way into his heart so deeply that bae hyukjae had no other choice but to accept the one thing he had been denying to himself: that he was in love. that maybe he was in love. that maybe his feelings had shifted at some point and he loved aroon, not like a friend, but like a man. and he wants to tell him.

no.

he wanted to tell him. he knew he went out with someone, he knew the movie they went out to see and yet, hyukjae swallowed the pain. too excited to do anything else but wait for him, to talk it out, to be honest about how he feels even if aroon explicitly told him that he hates him. but at least he could still tell him, right? let it out even if he sensed he would laugh at his face, make fun of him. hyukjae was such a little thing compared to aroon that he knew he was in for one hellish kind of humiliation.

but not anymore. now there’s nothing but anger in his heart.

he hurt him, pushed him away, treated him like shit, told him he hates him and despite all of that hyukjae was willing to confess, it was fine. until he called his mother, until he messed with his mother’s feelings. now? not anymore. 

and he hears him, hears the click of the front door, hears his feet taking him to their shared room and this is when hyukjae decides to confront him. to call him out for it. so he manages to stand up, wobbly legs and everything, silently leaves the bathroom and follows aroon into their room. it’s almost as if time decides to stop. right there and then.

hyukjae looks at him for what felt like an eternity, but it was probably a second or so. he tries to be rational, he tries to keep quiet, he tries to be the hyukjae everyone knows, but he’s not. not anymore. he’s broken, desperate and in pain. this is not him anymore, at all. 

“idiot!” he calls him, something he’s never done before, something he never imagined himself doing outside of a joke. his arm raises and swings hard, throwing his phone across the room, almost even crashing against aroon’s head if it wasn’t because hyukjae definitely aimed at the wall. the phone hits it and it bursts into pieces, shattered, broken pieces just like himself. “fuck you! why did you call my mother?! you...” he pauses, his voice loud, clear and without a stutter, he’s speaking in english after all, “...you idiot!” he repeats, keeps his distance, “she just called me and she was crying and it’s all your fucking fault!”

[basedtater]

Masterpost for Winterhawk Bingo Round 3

Literally cannot believe I blacked out my card this year!!! All the fics I've written for this round will be listed under the readmore as to not clog up everyone's dashes. Thank you mods to a wonderful round!

Special Badges I'm going for are the Bucky Badge!!!!

B1 - Feeling Helpless I Don’t Wanna Be Just Friends Ch01 Wc: 909

B2 - Tower Fic Fake Your Death Ch08 wc: 1173

B3 - Sniper Bucky Perfectionist Tendencies wc: 757

B4 - Aw [blank] No We’ll Never Get Free Ch03 wc: 1349

B5 - Bad Coping Mechanisms I Don’t Wanna Be Just Friends Ch03 wc: 1018

I1 - 5+1 Things I Wanna Be Close To You (I know that its worth it) wc: 1214

I2 - Vision Loss Blindsided By You wc: 807

I3 - Protective Clint Barton Keep Me Alive Ch 03 wc: 1579

I4 Deception You’re Something Worth Missing wc: 2262

I5 - Forehead Kisses I Don’t Wanna Be Just Friends Ch 06 wc: 1027

N1 - Makeshift Weapon We’ll Never Get Free Ch04 wc: 1222

N2 - Redroom!Clint + Redroom!Bucky We’ll Never Get Free Ch01 wc: 1814

N3 - Free space We’ll Never Get Free Ch07 wc: 1286

N4 - Shitty Childhood We’ll Never Get Free Ch02 wc: 1417

N5 - Presumed Dead We’ll Never Get Free Ch06 wc: 1616

G1 - Bucky’s Trigger Words Can’t We Just Talk? Wc: 1282

G2 - Haircut Fake Your Death Ch01 wc: 1868

G3 - Near Death Experience I Don’t Wanna Be Just Friends Ch 05 wc: 1274

G4 - Post-Endgame Keep Me Alive Ch01 wc: 1920

G5 - Jealousy I Don’t Wanna Be Just Friends Ch02 wc: 1707

O1 - Panic Attacks Keep Me Alive Ch02 wc: 2059

O2 - Bucky Worries About Clint We’ll Never Get Free Ch05 wc: 1800

O3 - Assassin!Bucky I Don’t Wanna Be Just Friends Ch07 wc: 1369

O4 - Kidnapping And I Swear You’ll See The Light Again Wordcount: 933

O5 - Huddling for Warmth Fake Your Death Ch02 wc: 1224

Final WC: 34866!!

Thanks everyone for a wonderful experience over in WHB!

[edupunkn00b]

Revisions, Ch. 15: Mistaken Identity

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Tags: Alcohol Use, Human AU, Pining, Mutual Pining, Characters Writing Fanfiction, Slow Burn, Hanakahi Disease, Timeskip, Crossover, Fake Dating, Secret Royalty, They Were Roommates, Mind Control, Trapped in an Elevator, Only One Bed, Breaking the Fourth Wall, First Kiss, Huddling for Warmth, When Sides Go Feral, Mistaken Identity,Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Remus likes to swear- WC: 1286

A few minutes after he returned to his room, there was a quiet knock on his door. Logan was sitting on the floor, knees drawn up and his back pressed against the bookcase next to his desk. He turned away from the window, away from the tree still on his bed, waiting for the adjuster. He checked his watch and shook his head. The insurance company had said it wouldn’t be until after four today. If they were lucky.

The knock repeated, a gentle brushing against the door. “Lo?” Even muffled and a little tense, Janus’ voice sparked a warm glow in the center of Logan’s chest. “Lo, may I come in?”

“I am quite fine, Janus,” Logan said, wincing when his voice cracked. He scrubbed away a traitorous tear. “You need not worry.”

Logan heard movement on the other side of the door and when Janus spoke again, his voice sounded closer to the floor, as though he was sitting on the floor on the other side of the door. “Remus didn’t mean to… scare you.”

“He didn’t. I am fine,” Logan repeated, forcing his voice past his tight throat. “I will go downstairs and tell him that in a little while.”

“Lo?” The question sat in the air between them for several breaths. “You keep saying you’re fine…” There was a quiet thud against the door. “As though I can’t hear you crying.”

Fuck.

Logan scrubbed at his face, gritting his teeth. He wrapped his arms tighter around his knees. The sun was going down outside, the waning light and dropping temperature chilling Logan from the inside.

Oh no… one of your best friends knows you’re sad and wants to help you. The tragedy of it all… For god’s sake, talk to him.

“I’m actually fine,” he said, his warbling voice belying his words. “I’m… I’m just reading.”

Really… reading? In the dark?

Janus was quiet for so long that Logan thought perhaps he’d left. He shivered and looked around at the destruction in his room, the stains the tree was leaving on his blanket, the growing shadows that meant in a few hours he'd need to find somewhere to sleep. A quiet sob escaped his lips. He jerked when Janus spoke again. “It sounds like a sad story…” He tapped lightly on the doorframe. “Want to tell me about it?”

Tell. Him.

“It’s too sad,” Logan said at last. His eyes fell on his top desk drawer. “And—” his voice cracked and he took a few breaths before trying to speak again. “And it doesn’t have a happy ending.”

Janus’ voice sounded choked. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes.”

Silence fell between them again. Logan watched the overcast sky darken through a corner of the translucent tarp that had fallen loose, flapping against the tree in the breeze. His room was now nearly completely dark. Logan had brought his spare flashlight down to the living room, and the larger one he’d had on his nightstand was lost when the tree crashed through the previous night.

He considered using the flashlight on his phone or even just opening his laptop for a little illumination, but his batteries were running low and he wanted to make them last. Logan hoped they would hold out until the power came back on.

“Lo?” Logan’s head jerked to the door. Janus was still on the other side of his door. “Lo, may I come in?”

What do you have left to hide, Lo? He already knows you’ve been crying.

Logan squeezed his knees against his chest, shivering. He’d been so warm sitting next to Janus in front of the fire. He’d been warm downstairs in the kitchen, too. His room was getting colder by the minute.

Let him in, Lo.

He reached up and turned the knob, slowly opening the door. Janus was sitting cross-legged on the floor, just on the other side. In the dark, Logan thought he caught a little flash of teeth. Janus smiled. Logan moved aside to let him in.

They were quiet for a few minutes as Logan again sat with his back pressed against the bookcase, hugging his knees to his chest. Janus sat next to him, not quite touching, and loosely mirrored his position, resting his forearms on his knees. Finally Logan turned and asked in a quiet voice, “Is Remus okay?”

Janus inhaled sharply and Logan could feel him turn toward him in the darkness. “You’re up here all alone, in the dark, and you’re worried about Remus?” Logan hugged his knees closer and Janus reached out and gripped his shoulder. “Yes, Lo. Remus will be fine. He’s worried about you. He feels terrible about… making you feel uncomfortable.”

Logan shrugged, leaning in to Janus’ touch. “It’s quite alright. I know it was the alcohol talking. I know he didn’t mean”—his breath hitched—”I know he didn’t mean anything by it.”

‘That… that wasn’t me.’

“It wasn’t him.”

Janus grew still then opened his arms toward Logan. “Would you like a hug, Lo?”

Nodding in the dark, Logan leaned against him, melting against his chest as Janus wrapped his arms around him. He rubbed little circles into his back and, after a while, Logan released his knees, letting them fall a bit against Janus’ lap, then slid his arms around the taller man. He grabbed fistfuls of his hoodie, pulling him closer.

“I’m sorry,” Logan said against his shoulder.

Janus stroked his hair, murmuring, “Whatever for, Lo?”

For wanting this.

“You…” Logan swallowed against the growing lump in his throat. He could not cry on his friend. “You should be downstairs with Remus, not—”

“Not enjoying a wonderful hug from you?”

Hot, shameful tears leaked from his eyes and his whole body shuddered in Janus’ embrace. “I’m sorry…” he whispered again.

“Don’t be… don’t be, my dear Logan,” Janus whispered back, wrapping his arms tighter around him as he cried.

~~~~~

“Dude, it’s Logan.” Virgil rubbed Remus’ shoulder as the crying man lay on the kitchen floor, head in his lap. “Sure he can be kinda twitchy but you guys are super close. He knows you—”

“He’s not fucking ‘twitchy’, Vee.” Remus snapped, raising his head to glare at Virgil, his words slurred by his tears and the alcohol. “He’s sensitive and I acted like… like…”

Patton stroked Remus' hair, frowning down at him. “Like you wanted him?”

“Yeah, Re, I said to talk to him not…” Roman was laying on the counter, hanging his head off the side to look at his brother. He waved his hand around them, nearly whacking Virgil in the head. “Not get drunk and try to get in his pants in the middle of the kitchen.”

“And whose fucking idea was the Everclear?” Remus groaned against Virgil’s leg, covering his head with his arms.

Scrunching his nose, Patton gently poked him. “Yours, Kiddo.”

“Ugh!" Remus groan-screamed into his sleeves. "He’s gonna think I’m just some fucking creep.”

“Listen, you guys are friends. He knows you. Just let him calm down, you calm down and then talk it out.” Patton tilted his head, prying one of Remus’ arms away from his head. “You’ll be right back to where you two were in no time.” Remus twisted around in Virgil's lap, hiding his face again.

Virgil quietly rubbed his shoulder and exchanged a glance with Roman. Sighing, Roman half-jumped, half-fell off the counter, landing with a thud on wobbling feet. He plopped down next to Virgil and rubbed his brother’s hair. “It’s gonna be okay, Re.”

The eyes that met Roman’s were bloodshot, barely visible through the tuft of curly hair that had fallen over Remus’ face and his puffy eyelids. “But what if it’s not?”

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Watermelon

This little short series is based on the Dirty Dancing movie album that gives me all the feels everytime I listen to it.

Warnings: nothing really setting the story

WC: 1286

Enjoy x

“OH-I’ am so sorry, we can wait outside”

“No need Honey, I’ am just leaving. Bye Babe I’ll see you tonight” the beautiful women lent over and kissed Rafael on the lips for way too long in your opinion.

You looked up at Sonny and rolled your tear filled eyes.

You had transferred over from Narcotics just on 12 months ago. You had loved SVU from the moment you walked in. The work load and the co-workers, you were made for this job. You had gotten along with everyone straight off the bat, but one in particular, Rafael Barba. You guys had this fun little banter going on. The inside jokes, the funny text messages, the sassy comments he would leave on your Instagram uploads or video’s and the random coffee catch up’s after work or over the weekend at your apartment.  

It wasn’t until one night in his office late while you guys were working on a case that you looked over at him with his sleeved rolled up, tie lose, first couple of shirt button undone, vest and jacket off showing off his suspenders, tapping his gold pen on the his yellow note pad, licking his top lip as he looked up to smile at you, that you knew you had feelings for him. Of course you would never say anything just yet, you wanted to feel things out first.

You found yourself making more of an effort with your appearance on the days you knew he would be coming into the precinct, you had to go to his office or you had to go to court. Of course Sonny being your partner knowing you all too well, he noticed all this and finally called you out one lunch when you wore lipstick in a light shade of pink to court.

“You like Barba don’t you?”

“What- No don’t be stupid Sonny, he is a good friend”

“Yeah RIGHT, Don’t lie to me” he laughed to you.

You had had a healthy number of relationships. Your longest being 4 years which ended just before you transferred to SVU. You were transferring to SVU and your boyfriend took a bankers job in Texas. The long distance lasted for 3 weeks before you both decided to call it quits. You had your heart broken quite a few times, but nothing like this.

“I’ll wait at the car” you turned out of Rafael’s office and made a run for it before Sonny had a chance to stop you or Rafael knew you were gone.

“Where’s Y/N?” Rafael asked Sonny after the women walked out of his office.

“Ah, she got a phone call”

“I didn’t hear her phone ring”

“Anyway Barba the warrant” Sonny held his hand out to him.

You were leaning on the car with your sunglasses on hiding the tears you couldn’t hold in anymore.

“You ok?” Sonny squeezed your shoulder

“Yeah all good, let’s go”

Rafael hadn’t been seeing Melanie for all that long. She was a paralegal that he spotted one day walking through the halls, she gave him a small smile and it went from there. It was the honeymoon stage for now, she always wanted to spend time with him. Always wanted to go out for dinner and the movies. He was enjoying himself. But he often caught himself thinking of you, even while he was with her. More than once while Melanie had him fully in her mouth, he pictured it was you just before he would come.

It was like you had been made for him. He loved the little banter you guys had, but you never showed signs that it was any more than just friendship and he didn’t want to over step the mark and stuff up what you guys had. So when he seen Melanie, there was nothing holding him back so he made a move which ended up working in his favour, for now. Surely she understood his job, she was a paralegal working in the DA’S office.

After that day in his office you tried to keep your distance from him. You threw yourself into work and when you weren’t working you were exercising. You were running with Amanda every morning and going to the gym after work, sometimes till late at night. Which Sonny did not approve of you leaving late at night from the gym by yourself. You avoided going to Rafael’s office, Sonny would let you sit in the car while he ran in and if you knew he was coming you would disappear as soon as you seen him round the corner into the bullpen. Rafael would still message you and comment on your Instagram but you would ignore it every time.  You managed to keep this up for 4 weeks till a big case came in, it was all hands on deck and he was no longer somewhat avoidable.

You walked into the bullpen that morning covered in sweat. Amanda couldn’t run that morning, so you decided to go to the gym for a couple of hours before work, you knew with this case it would probably be the last time you would have time to work out till the case was over. You started in an hour so you were going to shower and change in the on call room. You walked in looking less then put together. Your black exercise pants wet with sweat as was your purple tank top and sports bra. Your hair swept at the front, back with more sweat and a reddened face. You walked into the bullpen going through your bag looking for your locker key, not paying attention.

“You’re here early” you froze, you knew that voice and you looked up to a smiling Rafael. “I haven’t seen you in a while, how are you?”

“Sorry I can’t talk now I have get ready for work” you rushed off to the on call room.

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“I’ am sorry Rafael, I can’t do it anymore. I need more than you can give me. I can’t be with someone whose job is more important than me.”

He stood there and watched as Melanie walked out of his apartment, not even chasing after her. And puff his fun was over. Melanie was just like everyone else, couldn’t handle his work life. But he wasn’t going to give that up just for a relationship. Rafael sat on his couch resting a drink, his mind running a thousand miles an hour when you crossed it and something clicked. “You idiot” he said under his breath.

He thought back to the last time he remembered seeing you, that day in his office when you and Sonny walked in and seen him and Melanie kissing, her grabbing hold of his suspenders pulling him into her. He hadn’t heard or seen you since and now he knew why. Clearly Sonny was in on it too, it was always the same excuse when he walked into his office alone, “She is on the phone” and the way you reacted to him this morning when you walked into the bullpen was enough proof.

It had been 4 weeks and you looked so different, he could see you had gotten fitter, leaner and he could see new muscles you had started to form. How didn’t he see it? He used the excuse that you hadn’t shown signs that you liked him when you had, more than once. He hoped he wasn’t too late. He couldn’t do anything tonight, court started at 9 am tomorrow and he had some last minute prep to do. He hoped you would be there so he could try and talk to you after.

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I posted 7.248 times in 2021

826 posts created (11%)

6422 posts reblogged (89%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 7.8 posts.

I added 8.279 tags in 2021

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#fanart - 802 posts

#bayern - 661 posts

#bayern münchen - 659 posts

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#and when i met certain people in my life who were naturally like this and still made me feel loved and accepted i had to adjust to it first

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

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99 notes • Posted 2021-07-03 18:16:24 GMT

#4

"There it was, that one moment that you will remember in the end, that will keep you awake at night. The moment you are working for as a footballer, the moment you are training and living for. That moment, when it's in your hands alone to get your team back into a knock out game, causing an entire football nation to fall into ecstasy. To get this chance and wasting it pains me awfully. It pains me for the sake of the entire DFB team, my teammates and our coach, all of those who have trusted in me to be there at the right time. But most of all, it pains me because of all the Germany fans out there, who supported us despite the difficult forecast throughout the tournament!

Thank you for your support. 🙏🏻"

100 notes • Posted 2021-06-30 08:26:53 GMT

#3

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#2

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145 notes • Posted 2021-06-13 10:11:41 GMT

#1

Personal positive takeaways from the EUROs

I don’t care that he couldn’t maintain his form (because neither could anyone else), Robin Gosens is still a mentality monster and I adore his fighting spirit to the core, showing everyone what this team can be about. The urgency of a Lukas Podolski, the will of a Miroslav Klose, the humilty of Per Mertesacker... I hope this boy will still go places.

Everything Leon Goretzka stands for. The values, the spirit, the urgency. Sending hearts for the sake of equality, diversity and love. I can’t even applaud him enough.

Jamal Musiala is our future and I cannot wait to see him thrive soon, looking at that young little Bambi out there, even if he didn’t get many chances to shine yet, was pretty amazing.

A rainbow armband for every successful tackle, every scream of joy, everything it stands for. Bowing down to our captain, Manuel Neuer.

Mats Hummels’ redemption arc - he is one of the clear winners of this tournament and, for the first time since WC 2014, I can truly and genuinely say: I am tremendously happy for him, f*ck that own goal, he came back with the best attitude one could wish for and I’m here for it.

Thomas Müller being our real coach - his enthusiasm, his attitude and his way of leading, also being a positive role model for every younger player who also already displays talkative and supportive behaviour (looking at Goretzka again here!) is everything we were missing in the past two and a half years and whether he decides to stay or not... It was an honour to see him out there again. 

Joshua Kimmich, our future emotional leader - there have been those before him who suffered the same defeats, but came out of it stronger. I can’t even tell you how much he reminds me of Bastian Schweinsteiger sometimes and we all know how THAT turned out in the end... <3

The team spirit - you could feel it, you could hear it, you could see it. Whether it’s playing music together, fooling around, holding hands... I for one couldn’t notice any divide within the team and its groups and even if the results on the pitch are what matter in the end, this is the way to go for the future. It always has been a good sign and I’m sure it will be one again eventually.

The glimpses of future success - I can’t even list everyone I want to continue seeing in the future, but Sané, Havertz and Gnabry already showed us what could happen next. Again, ALL players had their inconsistencies and there is literally no need to blame a single player for any of our defeats. They’ll be finding themselves. And they’ll find each other. Give it time.

Honourary mention: It’s not over yet, but all of this wouldn’t be half as amusing and entertaining if it wasn’t for Christoph Kramer, Per Mertesacker and Bastian Schweinsteiger doing their best to provide analysis, banter and support. Let me quote Basti here: “I will [get in touch with Thomas Müller eventually], but right now, it’s best to leave him alone.” Thank you for being marvelous, nostalgic as hell and beautifully honest.

I might add to this list soon, but at the top of my head - this is what will remain.

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[tobythewise]

When Castiel figures out a way to burn the Mark of Cain from Dean's body, he convinces Dean to let him in and say yes. The spell works, leaving Dean human and mark free. The only catch? When Castiel leaves Dean's body, a sliver of Dean's soul hitches a ride and creates a new life within Castiel. And to make matters worse, Dean has no memory of any of this.

Castiel runs away, convinced this is better than Dean rejecting him. Confusion, confessions, and nest construction ensues all in time for a happily ever after.

Tags: Explicit, Mpreg, Canon divergence, Cure for the Mark of Cain, Misunderstandings, Light Angst with a happy ending Chapter WC: 1286

Written for the @spnabobingo​ Square filled: Rejected Claim

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[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

Chapter two is up!

Wc: 1286

The second time, he swears it’s an accident.

Track and field is over for the season, and Destiny Records is closed for construction, which means Bobby’s dad is home a lot, which means Bobby tries not to be.

It’s easier than it once was, at least. A year ago, he’d have had to make up some excuse to hang out at Willie’s— studying or a movie Willie just had to see, or, when Bobby and Willie’s girlfriends were getting particularly insufferable, “totally platonic and heterosexual kissing practice.” Now, firmly out of the closet and in not just one, but three less-than-heterosexual relationships, Bobby doesn’t have to lie or exaggerate to spend time with his partners. He can just call Willie, or Ray, or Rose, and say, “I need to get out of my house.”

And lately, getting out of his house has entailed sneaking around town in the middle of the night to graffiti historical monuments.

Fic link here!

Gold, Silver, Or Bronze Hold No Value Here (Where Work And Rest Are Equally Revered) Chapter 1

Wc: 2839

Bobby does have to admit, when he thinks about it for too long, this all feels like stereotypical rich kid dramatics.

He figures that it’s maybe not too bad - at least he’s not drunk-driving or stealing things or beating people up - even though there’s a voice in the back of his head that insists he’s being insufferable and entitled.

The voice sounds an awful lot like his dad, though, so he ignores it as much as he can.

Fic link is in the reblogs s :))

[guadalajaradispensas]

films 168217&168218- matrimonios parte 4-2/2

https://www.familysearch.org/ark:/61903/3:1:9392-6L9B-XD?cc=1874591&cat=29324

001/599 168217

002/600 oah 2520 pt.8

004/602 slate

005/603 continua

006/604 marcelo antonio melendez & maria nieves ramirez / ?

009/607 santiago portillo & manuela carransco / guadalajara

018/616 remigio cervantes & bernarda munoz / atotonilco

024/622 esiquio garcia & maria daria / tepechitlan

029/627 teodoro soto & benedicta yanes / guadalajara

033/631 juan bautista igelsias & antonia lopez / guachinango

038/636 antonio gomez & jacinta alvarez / jalostotitlan

043/641 manuel diaz & ? / tenamastlan

051/649 rafael cobarrubias & diega garcia / autlan

055/653 antonio diaz & viviana casillas / tepetitlan

060/658 teofilo cuellar & bartola cervantes/ san juan

076/674 hipolito salises & ynes mesa / purificacion

081/679 felipe cabanas & agustina fuente / guadalajara

084/682 miguel (?)  blanco & ? / barca

088/686 vicente serrano & jacoba salcedo / ?

092/690 jesus sotelo & isabel villalobos / ?

096/694 antonio zalazar & josefa perez / guadalajara

099/697 agapito (?) & maria placida / guadalajara

102/700 nicolas quezada & agaptia marin / nochistlan

105/703 gervacio romero & romana delgado / ?

109/707 ygnacio padilla & maria jesus gonzalez / jalostotitlan

115/713 ramon degadillo & andrea quezada / yahualica

122/720 pablo cobarrubias & marcela santillan / chimaltitan

126/724 jose flores & senobia maldonado / ponictlan

130/728 domingo razura & rosa gonzalez / ocotlan

134/732 marcos ramirez & diega salas / colotlan *tree 137/735

139/737 francisco garcia & juana nepomucena valdez / jalpa *tree 144/742

148/746 vicente mena & juliana garcia / jalpa

159/757 jose maria hoyo & bacilia martinez / zacatecas

164/762 marcial loya & maria salome de la cruz perez / adoves

170/768 casimiro gomez & maria jesus macias / mexticacan

176/774 teodoro de avila & ygnacia ortega / tabasco

182/780 jose de la torre & maria jesus gonzalez / tepatitlan

187/785 rafael gutierrez & jesus gutierrez / san juan

194/792 jose adame & maria bruna del refugio rodriguez / ojocaliente

200/798 marcelino guillermo & concepcion castro / zapopan

208/806 mateo esparza & petra reynoso / jalostotitlan

213/811 jose cruz cuevas & damacia guadalupe rodriguez / jocotepec

219/817 guillermo campos & tomasa vasquez / adoves

223/821 ? & ? / mexticacan

227/825 juan jose gallegos & gertrudis partida / teuchitlan

232/830 ygnacio ramos & ? / purification

238/836 bernardino olague & juana maria rosales / colotlan

241/839 juan antonio de la torre & esmergilda arias / tepatitlan

246/844 jose maria tagle & polinaria leos / aguascalientes

250/848 antonio avelar & petronila torres / nochistlan

253/851 longino ruiz & agapita contreras / teocaltiche

259/857 simon regalado & agapita aguilar / ixtlahuacan

264/862 maximo miranda & toribia bernal / ahuacatlan

269/867 jose maria sanchez & feliciana perez / zapopan

275/873 apolinario gutierrez & luisa amesquita / adoves

280/878 nieves villapando & magdalena de soto / trinidad de soto

285/883 rafael olea & cipriana gomez / cuquio

290/888 lauriano gonzalez & emiliana moreno / adoves

295/893 jose enrique lucio & estefana flores / venado

298/896 antonio pena & manuela pena / ojocaliente

309/907 julian silva & ? / jocotepec

319/917 jesus loza & juana maria jimenez / jalostotitlan

324/922 nepomuceno yslas & margarita campos / tepatitlan

329/927 filomeno gonzalez & guadalupe salcedo / zapopan

339/937 juan hermosillo & manuela anda / lagos

346/944 miguel medina & refugio aldape / fresnillo

352/950 jose maria marquez & antonia anda / lagos

359/957 felipe cid & rosario flores / jerez *tree 360/958

364/962 jose maria mariscal & leonarda gallegos / yahualica

368/966 andres codina & pioquinta banuelos / jerez *munoz 369/967

373/971 juan sambrano & trinidad terrones / san juan

378/976 francisco casimiro saldivar & felipa ortega / guadalajara

386/984 jose maria avalos & manuela ornleas / san juan de los lagos

392/990 buenaventura alva & albina ybarra / encarnacion

398/996 antonio contreras & juana maria aldana / guadalajara

404/1002 juan anda & narcisa (?) anda / san juan

410/1008 juan sambrano & trinidad terrones / san juan

417/1015 valentin (?) & maria luz / tlaltenango

421/1019 antonio alverete & maria jesus padilla / san juan de los lagos

427/1025 clemente munoz & refugio martinez / san juan de los lagos

434/1032 rosalio garcia de alva & isidra preciado / tecolotlan

441/1039 luis senteno & maria san juan sanchez / jalostitlan

446/1044 maximiano gaytan & felipa de la rosa / asientos

452/1050 ? & ? / ?

456/1054 juan jose yrenio aguilar & mariana decideria lozano / ayo el chico

461/1059 manuel alvarez & anastacia perez / guadalajara

470/1068 juan jose morales & gregoria diaz / zapopan

477/1075 ygnacio corona & rosalia flores / ocotlan

481/1079 ? & ? / ?

486/1084 ciriaco mesa & josefa velasco / ameca

492/1090 ciriaco medina & josefa rangel / asientos

497/1095 gabriel plaza & casimira ruiz / ?

502/1100 juan trujillo & dolores enselda / tapalpa(?)

511/1109 valentin robles & antonina cabellero / guadalajara

517/1115 victoriano delgado & guadalupe calvillo / aguascalientes

520/1118 marcelino alecastro(?) & ? / ayutla

525/1123 jose maria diaz & petra gonzalez / aguascalientes

529/1127 manuel flores & rita flores / ocotlan

534/1132 george padilla & ana padilla / san juan

540/1138 benancio ruan & maria enrique sanchez / nochistlan

543/1141 jose maria alvarez & ana maria moran / teocaltiche

547/1145 pedro velasco & josefa de luna / ?

550/1148 jose maria quezada & francisca flores / teocaltiche

555/1153 jose florencio & ? / ayutla

560/1158 antonio ybarra & petronila salcedo / zapotlanejo

564/1162 bernardo enriquez & rafaela angulo / jalostotitlan

569/1167 ygnacio melendez & gertrudis martin / ystlahuacan

575/1173 tiburcio lara & nestora rodriguez / purification

580/1178 jose maria feliz & petra madera / colotlan

585/1183 antonio rivera & antonia gonzalez / ixtlan

591/1189 luis sandoval & filomena flores / teul

597/1195 juan agustin lopez garcia & francisca jimenez / guadalajara

602/1200 francisco gonzalez & rosalia becerra / ixtlan

607/1205 juan de dios luera & jacinta garcia / mezquitic

608/1206 continua

609/1207 oah 2520 fin

610/1208 end of roll

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1/1209 oah2521 pt.1

2/1210 168218

4/1212 slate

5/1213 continua

6/1214 francisco gonzalez & rosalia becerra / ixtlan

12/1220 juan de dios luera & jacinta garcia / mezquitic

17/1225 manuel gutierrez & matilde ruedas / monte escobedo

21/1229 julian lopez & maria josefa gerarda / comala

29/1237 jose esqueda & rumualda resendes / aguascalientes

32/1240 jose reyes gomez & maria jesus orozco / atoyac

38/1246 catarino delgado & concepcion munoz / lagos

43/1251 jose maria angulo & apolonia hernandez / tepatitlan

49/1257 bacilio muro & diega ramirez / teul

56/1264 calistro herrera & fernanda lara / moyahua

60/1268 felipe gonzalez & gertrudis gomez / extula

65/1273 salvador apodaca & ygnacia aceves / sayula

70/1278 felipe crayo & teresa galvan / guadalajara

74/1282 yldefonzo sanchez & feliciana ramirez / tlajomulco

78/1286 cresencio franco & maria de la o cortez / tepatitlan

84/1292 francisco gutierrez & tomasa gutierrez / jalostotitlan

89/1297 ? & ? / ?

94/1302 gevacio medrano & catarina gutierrez / tepatitlan

99/1307 margarito esparza & eulalia marin / trinidad de soto

103/1311 ramon ramirez & damiana gomez / tepatitlan

109/1317 jose salvatierra & ylaria salvitierra / san sebastian

114/1322 esiquio castro & juana baptista rivera / atemancia

118/1326 victor ledesma & petra perez / mexcalingo

123/1331 trinidad (?) felipa romo /san juan de los lagos

129/1337 trinidad lopez & polonia silva / jilotlan

133/1341 trinidad gonzalez & candelaria jimenez / tepechitlan

138/1346 guadalupe martinez & eusevia trujillo / cienega de mata

143/1351 antonio arteaga & toribia aro / mazamitla

149/1357 ygnacio aranda & ? / lagos

154/1362 jose (?) & damaciana gonzalez / ?

162/1370 regino lechuga & maria jesus palos / aguascalientes

166/1374 crisanto moreno & maria jesus gonzalez / lagos

170/1378 antonio de la cruz & macedonia gonzalez / teocaltiche

174/1382 anastacio ruiz & magdalena delgado / yahualica

178/1386 faustino salas & juliana lopez / ?

187/1395 agustin villanueva & ygnacia samorano / ixtlan

194/1402 antonio rivera & ygnacia manjarres / ixtlan

201/1409 luciano ysa & teodocia prado / zapopan

209/1417 martin martinez & maria de la concepcion gonzalez / encarnacion

221/1429 jose antonio cuenca (?) & petra villa / cocula

228/1436 fin

229/1438 end of roll

[guadalajaradispensas]

Matrimonios 1823 parte 2-1/2(by/por linda v.)

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1823, parte 2, 1 de 2

Film #168207

001 oah 2511 pt.3

002 168207

003 mexico oah rollo 2511

004 slate

005 continua

007 same as img #1280 from parte 1: Nepomuceno Carbajal & Maria Buenaventura Gonzalez /Yahualica *tree img #1280

012 Same as img #1286-continues: Jose Maria de Abila & Maria Antonia Rodriguez /Jalpa

015 Jose Estevan Figueroa & Maria Martina Paz /Amacueca -Ilicita amistad con su hija-

020 Ciriaco Sanchez & Matea Garcia /Jalostotitlan *tree img #23

025 Marcos Marquez & Tomasa Barba /San Juan/Jalostotitlan *tree img #28

029 Pio Ibarra &  Maria Paula Ciriaca Ornelas /Jocotepec *tree img #30

033 Julian Lopez & Maria Trinidad de Quezada /Encarnacon/San Juan de los Lagos *tree img #36

039 Cosme Aguilera & Simona Tenorio /Leon

043 Juan Jose Torres & Rosalia Salado /Tepatitlan *tree img #47

048 Jose Bacilio Mesa & Maria Quirina de Osuna /Acaponeta *tree img #51

054 Jose de Jesus Gudino & Maria Trinidad Covarrubias /San Gabriel/Cuautlan *tree img #58

060 Antonio Pinon & Dolores Landin /Villanueva *tree img #64

066 Jose Guadalupe Reyes & Maria Villanueva /Mazamitla *tree img #69

070 Trinidad Martinez & Maria Margarita Zepeda /Mazamitla/Sahuayo *tree img #75

076 Juan Facundo Hernandez & Maria del Carmen Zepeda /Zapopan/Ameca

081 Maximo Peiro & Rosa Martinez de Retes /Culiacan/Panama/Tepic

087 Francisco Valdez & Maria Merced de Robles /Jerez *tree img #89

092 Juan Crisostomo de Mota & Rosa Maria Serrano /Tlaltenango

095 Silvestre Alvares aka Calles & Maria Inocencia Gonzalez /Zacatecas

102 Ignacio Hernandez & Maria Francisca Guzman /Arandas *tree img #107

110 Jose Medina & Maria Manuela de Tapia /Malaga/Tepic

123 Jose Maria de Villanueva & Maria Mauricia Pena /Maatehuala *tree img #128

129 Tiburcio Herrera & Maria Isabel Aillon /Tequesquite *tree img #131

133 Urbano Antonio de Luna & Maria de Jesus Corona /Autlan/Ayutla

139 Domingo Munoz & Maria Juana Rodriguez /Zacatecas *tree img #139

143 Patricio de la Vega & Marcelina Delgado Ojocaliente *tree img #147

148 Jose Eusebio de la Cruz & maria de Jesus Toro /Ahuisculco

155 Manuel Lopez & Nicolasa de Lomeli /Mexticacan/Jalostotitlan img #158

161 Jose Antonio Gonzalez & Margarita Navarro /Arandas *tree img #165

167 Jose del Rosario Ruiz de Esparza & Severiana Alvarez /Aguascalientes *tree img #171

173 Diego Flores & Maria Ramona Chilas -habilitacion de matrimonio- /Tlaltenango

176 Cayetano Romo & Maria Rosalia Barba /San Juan *tree img #179

182 Jose de Jesus Tapia & Maria Anastacia Tapia /Lagos *tree img #182

186 Antonio Abad Huerta & Maria Angela Gomes /Jalpa -habilitacion de matrimonio-

190 Jose Maria de Lomeli & Maria Vitala de Jauregui /Mexticacan *tree img #194

196 Jose Susano Perez & Maria de Jesus Leon /Zacoalco/Cocula #tree img #202

204 Jose Maria Rodriguez & Nasaria de Jesus Rodriguez /Arandas/Tepatitlan *tree img #207

208 Vicente Hernandez & Rosalia Hernandez /La Laja/Jalostotitlan *tree img #211

215 Jose Maria Camarena & Juana Maria Verdugo y Santa Cruz /Ayo el Chico

219 Eusebio Rendon & mariana Solis /Mexicaltzingo

222 Jose Simon de Arellano & Maria Antonia Toribia /Monte Escobedo *tree img #225

226 Miguel Maria Magana & Maria Margarita Valencia /Tizapan el Alto *tree img #232

233 Jose Guadalupe Aguilera & Maria del Refugio Garcia /Teocaltiche *tree img #235

239 Antonio Moya & Maria Josefa Robles /Sevilla/Guadalajara

247 Bernardino Moran & Carmen Lopez /Teocaltiche *tree img #249

252 Bernardino Martin & Petra Gonzalez -adulterio- /Adobes

255 Cirilo Esquivel & Dominga Lopez /Aguascalientes/Atotonilco

261 Valentin Rodriguez & Paula Lozano -incesto con Simona Lopez- /Mexticacan

265 Salvador de Abad y Arriola & Micaela de Tomas Asencio /Ameca/Arandas/Mexicaltzingo

273 Eufracio Campos & Maria Ines Munoz /Zacatecas/Villanueva *tree img #279

281 Ignacio Navarro & Maria Ignacia Romero /Ayo el Chico/Analco

286 Jose Onofre Munoz & Maria de los Dolores Hernandez /Leon/Arandas

295 Joaquin Moreno & Gertrudes Aguilar /Michoacan/Atoyac

299 Rafael Reza & Maria Gabriela Murguia /Sayula/Durango/Tepic

305 Jose Agustin & Maria Canuta Lopez /Zapopan *tree img #307

309 Jose Felipe Becerra & Maria de Jesus Ramos /Zapotlan el Grande/Tuxpan

314 Jose Gregorio Barajas & Maria Teodora Barajas /Tepatitlan *tree img #317

318 Rafael Martinez & Rita Casillas -habilitacion- /Yahualica

322 Atanacio Ortega & Maria Dolores Vargas /Cocula/Tepic

336 Juan Manuel Gomez & Maria Josefa Ochoa /Tamazula/Colima *tree img #337

341 Jose Antonio Robles & Maria Tomasa de Castro /Tlaltenango/Zacatecas

346 Jose Antonio Gaytan & Maria Luciana Gaytan /Sierra de Pinos *tree img #350

352 Antonio Cornejo & Rosalia Gonzalez /Encarnacion

361 Jose Pablo de Jesus Duran & Maria Gertrudes de la Torre /Colotlan

364 Francisco Garcia & Maria Juliana /Tlaltenango

369 Jose Maria Urzua & Maria Antonia Partida /Zapotlan el Grande *tree img #377

378 Francisco Jimenez & Maria Josefa Portillo /Ameca *tree img #380

383 Serafin Lizarde & Dionicia Lopez /Yahualica/Mexticacan *tree img #387

390 Irineo Lazarin & Maria Gertrudes Delgado /Salinas/Penon Blanco

392 Antonio Barragan & Maria Seferina de la Cruz -habilitacion- /Jalostotitlan

397 Ignacio Gonzalez & Maria Ignacia Gonzalez /Ixtlan *tree img #400

402 Jose Pioquinto Cabeza de Vaca & Maria Rosa Iniguez /Ocotlan *tree img #403

405 Jose Maria Barrios & Simona Avila /Valparaiso

409 Jose Maria Espinoza & Senona Reyes /Michoacan/Villa de Lagos

415 Rafael Gonzalez & Isidora Gonzalez -incesto con sus dos cunadas-/Mesquital

424 Cosme Damian y Pena & Maria Teresa Medina /Tecolotlan

434 Trinidad Asencio & Merced Gonzalez /Arandas/Tepatitlan *tree img #438

439 Pedro Castellano & Maria del Rosario Navarro /Tepatitlan *tree img #442

444 Jose Maria Briseno & Luciana Ochoa /Cuquio *tree img #449

452 Jose Maria de la Paz & Maria Nicolasa Serrano /Arandas *tree img #455

458 Placido Garcia & Matiana Leyva /Zacatecas

464 Manuel Briones & Maria Victoria Bustos /Ojocaliente *tree img #467

469 Juan Alvarado & Maria del Refugio Lopez de la Madrid /Jerez

473 Jose Doroteo Varela & Maria Isac Cervantes /Teul *tree img #475

480 Margarito Martinez & Maria de Jesus Agundis /Ixtlahuacan *tree img #485

487 Francisco Tapia & Juana Morales /Guachinango

493 Jose Eleuterio Guerrero & Maria Irinea Delgadillo /Cuquio *tree img #496

499 Dionicio Guerrero & Maria Ramona Quezada /Nochistlan *tree img #499

502 Jose Maria Vasquez & Josefa Anastacia Chavez /Real de San Sebastian *tree img #506

508 Ramon Michel & Maria Francisca Michel /Tuxcacuesco /San Gabriel *tree img #514

516 Manuel del Real & Gorgonia Davila /Monte Escobedo *tree img #518

520 Carlos de la Mora & Encarnacion Martin del Campo /Cuquio *tree img #523

526 Ramon Bobadilla & Juana Villa /Guadalajara/Aguascalientes

532 Nasario Nuno & maria Sebastiana de la Torre /Zapotlanejo *tree img #536

537 Valerio Valle & Roberta Merino /Tepic/Cocula

544 Luciano Lepe & maria Ignacia Colmenares -habilitacion- /Autlan

547 Rafael de Orozco & Luisa Casillas /Jalostotitlan *tree img #550

553 Jose Benito Diaz & Maria de la Luz Inocente /Atotonilco *tree img #554

557 Florencio Ramirez & Maria Luisa Landeros -habilitacion- /Zapotlanejo

561 Aniceto Escalera & Dolores Garza -habilitacion- /San Jose de Gracia

567 Juan Marin & Maria Faustina Martinez /Aguascalientes/Guadalajara

574 Pablo de Medina & Josefa Decideria Medina /Aguascalientes *tree img #574

578 Manuel de Somellera & Ignacia Rubio y Sanchez /Santander/Real del Rosario/Guadalajara

586 Jesus Maria Gonzalez del Castillo & Maria de Jesus Gonzalez y Orosco /Adobes *tree img #586

594 Jose Maria Enriquez & Bernardina Santa Cruz /Jalostotitlan *tree img #596

599 Victoriano Reynoso & Gregoria Valenzuela /Tototlan *tree img #604

607 Fermin Chavez & Luciana Montoya /Fresnillo/Durango *tree img #608

613 Jacinto Barajas & Maria Guadalupe Vadial /Jalpa *tree img #617

619 Nicanor Romero & Maria Gertrudes de la Trinidad Escobar /Durango/Huejuquilla el Alto/Monte Escobedo

624 CONTINUA EN EL ROLLO SIGUIENTE

625 MEXICO OAH ROLLO 2511 FIN

626 END OF ROLL