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A Los Angeles Theatre Review: 'American Mariachi'

There’s always been a persistent belief that if you want to watch good theatre, it’s all in New York. This particular narrow-minded belief has always been annoying to me because Los Angeles is a unique entity that is thoroughly distinct in all its rich and fantastic ways with so many astounding global majority talent to tell its stories. Such was on my mind after watching American Mariachi at the…

[bonniehooper]

-Mouch, I need you to fix this and meet your daughter!

-Shit, Mouch! I knew he should have gone into that diner. 

-Kelly, that was too fucking close.

-Mills this isn't a good idea. What if your vertigo hits you?

-Okay, so does that mean Mills doesn't have vertigo anymore or was that a one time thing?

-Wait a damn minute, is that Yaya DaCosta from America's Next Top Model?

-Kelly, what did you do to piss her off?

-I really love Mouch and Platt's relationship.

-I'm glad Mouch went to Emmett to try and fix his mistake. I hope he gets to meet his daughter.

-Are Kelly and April gonna become a thing?

-I'm so afraid that Brett is gonna break up with Cruz. Please don't break them up, they're so cute together!!

-Fuck! She's gonna break up with Cruz, isn't she?

-Holy shit, I'm getting so emotional watching Mouch meet his daughter.

[siribaes]

IN OUR PAST LIVES ( Part 1 )

Dario Sepúlveda x blackfem!reader (OC — Nina Fuentes)

“During his quest to find Griselda, Dario reunites with an old friend in Miami—”

PARING: Friend/ “Former Client” to Lovers

SUGGESTED TUNES💿: Mack the Knife (cover) by Tito Puente, La Plena Bomba Me Llama by Celia Cruz & Tito Puente, Yerbero Moderno by Celia Cruz, Abayarde by Tego Calderon, Una Noche Mas by Yasmin Levy

CONTENT: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, Cursing, Some racist language/ideologies (reference to La Perra Negra & the story takes place in late 1970s so you know, not the most foward-thinking of times), the main character is a sex worker, use of the Spanish language, star-crossed lovers-esque elements, references to death, drugs, trafficking, Cartel activities, or*l (fem & alluded to male receiving), f*ngering, praise k*nk, Fluff, Dario being lowkey a soft boy, *Unedited/Not Proofread

AUTHORS NOTE: uhmmm who else has seen alberto guerra in griselda??? 👀 it’s a great show highly recommend everyone go watch! alberto being shirtless is just an added bonus, so basically this is slightly AU-ish in this fic dario travels back to miami twice (i think i can’t remember lol) before “finding” griselda—full stop bc spoilers but yeah. the OC is a former sex worker, and Afro-Colombian/Latina (faceclaim is Yaya DaCosta <3), but yeah i hope y’all enjoy :) 💖

Medellín, Colombia - Spring 1976 (The Past)

The weather was in a particularly odd flux. For most of the day, heat raged on like an unrelenting wave, the weatherman reported scorching temperatures, a whopping, almost record breaking 101 degrees. Medellin quickly became a ghost-town, people sought refuge from the unbearable temperatures. The heat trickled its way into the evening, until around 9 or so, storm clouds suddenly swirled the sky, then, boom, a torrential downpour. The rain came down in violent pelts, hitting everything and anything insight. However, as quickly as the storm came, it went. The temperatures went down, the rain aided in crispness in the air. The wind swept through the streets and neighborhoods of Medellin, with coolness and airiness that was necessary, relieving.

Relief was exactly what Nina needed.

With the scorching temperatures, it brought a particular irritation with her clientele. It was like the hotter it became, the meaner they were. One of her regulars, Mr. Moneybags (an older gentleman, who happened to be very, very, generous with his wealth.), who was severely punctual and only wanted oral. He was never rude, impatient or rough with her. Until today. He was late, storming into her room, barking orders for her get on her knees, and when Nina finally did give him what he wanted, all Mr. Moneybags could ramble on about was high rough day at the office and he needed to tame "La Perra Negra". To make matters worse, when Mr. Moneybags orgasmed, he cummed on her shirt (a brand-new halter top, made of fine silk and in the prettiest shade of coral, it wasn't cheap, it cost her 78 pesos.) and in her hair (pillowy-soft coils as someone told her once). That was a complete, no, no.

Mr. Moneybags was the first of her clients to receive a verbal lashing, but he wasn't the last. As the hours rolled by, each man arriving acting more brutish and egregious than the last. Nina handed out her lashings with ease, all for her to be met with the same insult, fuck you, Perra Negra. The heat only fueled her rage, so much that the one customer, who had some semblance of decorum, went soft in her mouth. He quickly scurried out, offering a sympathetic smile, and promised that he'll come back next week, when she felt better.

So, when the storm came, Nina was more than relieved. She got some reprieve from her finnicky clients, even though her room was tucked away on the further corner of the brothel, the rain seemed to drown out the noise from the other end of the compound. She was able to soak her stresses away in her tub, light a candle or two, slip on her favorite mini-silk robe, and actually rest. The raindrops served as a lullaby from Nina as she drifted off to sleep.

Now, at 2 AM, Nina sat in a chair on her small balcony. She people-watched from her small corner, relishing in the cool breeze the generously fanned over her skin. She more than deserved this peace and stillness after the shit she had to deal with. After a while, Nina became engrossed in this older couple blocks away, were dancing in the middle of the street. She was so enraptured with the couple she didn't even hear the door creep open.

A familiar scent drifted through the air, a blend of cinnamon, tobacco, cardamom, and strangely mint. Nina couldn't help the smile the curled onto to her lips, as heavy footsteps inched closer and closer.

"You left the door open,"

Nina smirked. "What if I left it open for you,"

"Hm. That's unlike you,"

Nina turned around meeting those soft, russet-colored eyes, she cared to enjoy so much. She playfully batted her eye lashes.

"Oh, Dario, you mustn't forget, you are my favorite customer," Nina purred. She rose from her seated position, and unabashedly took in Dario's appearance.

He was meticulously dressed, he wore neatly ironed, black slacks with a coordinating black dress shirt. A few buttons were undone, revealing a sliver of warm-tawny skin, and the ink-colored edges of a tattoo. Nina wondered sometimes what the fully tattoo would look like, or better, would she ever get to see it.

From the first night they met, Nina gathered that Dario was someone who took pride in their appearance. He was never sloppy, not a flick of dirt or dust sullied his clothes or shoes. Thick, brown tresses were combed and quaffed with care, while he maintained neatly trimmed facial hair. Even the way Dario carried himself was equally irresistible, he possessed a poise and calmness that was developed, cultivated, even. He was careful with his words, never speaking out of turn or without thought. He charmed his way into people's hearts, both old and young alike.

Dario was a true debonair. It was the perfect distraction from what he truly was, a hit man. El Sicario.

"You look thirsty," Nina strutted past Dario to the small bar along the wall inside, "Would you like a drink?"

''Not tonight,"

Nina tsked, "Where's the fun in that? You can't just humor me, I've had a terrible day and--"

"Enough Nina," She paused to looked over her shoulder at him. His brows were furrowed, as looked intensely at Nina. After a beat, Nina turned a back around, pouring some tequila in a glass. She turned back around, gesturing for Dario to speak. "I'm looking for someone," Dario pulled a photo out of his front pocket.

"Aren't you always," Nina sassed. She couldn't help it, she was enjoying seeing Dario a bit peeved, it was so refreshing to see, even Dario, el sicario himself, could be annoyed.

He shows her the photo, "Vincent Fernandez, you know him?"

Nina scans the picture, taking in the face of the man.

"Yes and no," Dario's eyebrow quirks, "His real name is Vincent, but nobody calls him that. He goes by Chuy,"

"Okay...Chuy, have you seen him?"

"Yeah, a few weeks ago. He was coming out of Carmen's room...now that I think about it, she was leaving with him. She carried a suitcase too. Haven't seen her since,"

Immediately, Dario balled up the picture, flinging at the wall. He began to pace and back forth, his left handed raked through his hair, messing up that of that beautiful handiwork.

Something thrummed inside of Nina as she watched Dario slowly lose composure. Dario’s beautiful features were twisted with frustration, his jaw was clenched, and eyes were blazed. He stopped pacing and stood next to a small coffee table with vase that sat on top. With hesitation, Dario snatched the vase and launched it at the wall. Ceramic shards exploded on impact, pieces flew everywhere in the process.

"FUCK!"

"What the hell is your problem!?" Nina rushed over, she brushed past him, and picked up a broken piece of the vase, "Fuckin' pendejo, this was a gift from a friend," She was seething, gearing up to cuss him out to fullest extent but she paused. On one of the broken pieces with a red speck. Nina's eyes drifted towards the floor, seeing a trail of red spots, the spots grew larger and larger, until there was a small pool of blood underneath Dario's hand. "...You're bleeding,"

"What?" Dario one step but Nina quickly stopped him.

"Stop! Stop, it's getting all on the floor. Go to the bathroom and rinse the cut. When your done there's a first aid kit and a bottle of peroxide in cabinet, grab it, and sit on the couch," Dario just stood there a bit lost in his eyes, "Vete! Go, now!"

Dario disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Nina in the mess he created.

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"This is going to sting so keep still," The two sat next to each other on the couch. In one hand, Nina gently cradled Dario's hand, his wounded palm facing up. The other hand held a cotton ball soaked in Hydrogen peroxide. She slowly inched the ball towards the cut, when it the skin, Dario instantly hissed, moving his hand slightly. Nina pressed again, trying to be a bit softer than before, but Dario jerked his hand away again. Nina swatted at his stomach. "Ay! Stop moving,"

Dario finally complied, relaxing against her touch, letting her clean the cut. A quietness fell over them as Nina worked in a comfortable rhythm of wiping and dabbing.

"I'll make sure to pay for the vase," Nina stopped, looking up at Dario. There was a sincerity in his eyes, and something else...embarrassment maybe? "The least I could do, since you put up with shit all the time..."

Nina bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling, at Dario's gesture. She said nothing in return, but instead sat the used cotton balls to the side and reached for the roll of bandages. Nina couldn't make heads or tails of how she felt about Dario right. One part of her was agitated with him with how he broke her vase and how edgy he was being towards her all of the sudden. The other part of her was attracted to Dario, something about him losing control like that revved her engine. For once he wasn't so controlled and calculated, he was human, flaws and all.

"I know I'm not supposed to ask, but, why are you looking for Chuy?" Nina asked, slowly wrapped the bandages around Dario's hand.

To Nina's surprise, he answered. "He took something that didn't belong to him,"

"...Oh. Oh," Nina nodded realizing what Dario what he meant. Chuy had to have stolen a kilo or two of coke from them. Everyone in Medellin knew stealing from the Bravo family was a guaranteed death sentence. "Shit, I should've known..."

Dario shook his head. "It's not on you. The sneaky bastard managed to fool all of us, especially me,"

Nina chuckled nervously as she tucked the last strip of the bandage underneath a bottom layer.

"All finished," She slowly let go of Dario's hand to gather and put back her supplies, "I would give it a day before checking the cut to see if its healing. Just try to keep it your hands clean the best you can,"

Dario nodded. "Thank you,"

Nina smiled gently at him. She could feel his eyes on her as she bounced around and out of the room disposing of the trash and putting her supplies back. When she came back into the room, she found Dario relaxed against the couch looking outside. She followed his gaze up to the night sky. The normal starry, ink-colored sky was now filled with stormy clouds.

"It's going to rain again," Nina murmured, she returned to her spot next to Dario.

"How'd you figure?"

Nina pointed to the sky. "The clouds. Plus, the air is getting thick...y'know humidity,"

Dario laughed, flashing those gorgeous pearly whites, making Nina's heart skip a beat. He quickly quieted as a look of curiosity filled his expression.

"Where'd you learn to do that kind of stuff...like patch people up?"

"I guess I got tired of getting rug burns and bruises on my knees from giving head so much. It's bad for business,"

"That's fucked up,"

Nina shrugged. "It's a part of the job. I have to be perfect and presentable at all times. It's what sells the fantasy. So, I had to become my own doctor, learn how to patch myself up. I also learned, that if I was on my knees for too long, all the time, I wasn't doing my job correctly.

Dario tipped his head, scratching at his goatee, "Where the guys always that rough with you?"

"Someone is mighty curious tonight," Nina teased. She twirled a coil round her pointer finger, "but, to answer your question, no. Some tried to, but I was always on guard. I had to be, I'm the only black girl here...La Perra Negra. Before my regulars, most of the guys thought because I’m black, a morenita, that's I wanted. It took some threats and me pulling out my switch blade a couple of times, but they got the picture. Sometimes I feel bad for them...they’re so caught up in fucking me as a conquest, and not for their own pleasure. Typical men,"

Dario's brow quirked. "Typical?"

"You know what I mean. Most men when they have sex are either caught up in some ego thing, or only focus on pleasuring themselves they don't bother in pleasuring their partners, especially if the partner is a woman,"

"I suppose you're right,"

"You suppose? Do you feel the opposite?”

"Not entirely. You do have a point…I guess I’m not most men. I like pleasuring my woman,” Dario rasped. His pink tongue swiped at his bottom lip before continuing, “It turns me on to see her lose..composure ‘cause I’m fuckin’ her so good. I dunno it just gets me there. I could never get hard or cum without doing so,”

From the tops of Nina's ears all the way to the bottoms of her manicured toes, she ran hot. Her mind raced with flashes of images of her and Dario in the nastiest of scenarios. If she wasn't sure about being attracted to Dario, this solidified it. Despite her growing need to literally lunge herself at him, she pulled back. She needed to make him sweat.

"I guess there's some room for exceptions," Nina hummed, she readjusted herself, re-crossing her legs, make sure to give him a quick flash of her lacy panties. She secretly thanked her Orishas, when she saw Dario's eyes wander to her thighs.

"I had customer the other day," Nina continued, "Sweet guy, couldn't fuck to save his life, so I suggested get on top. I thought riding him would be better, but it wasn't. So, in a last-ditch effort, I closed my eyes and imagined it someone else..."

"Who did you imagine?"

"...You. I imagined you underneath me, fucking me. I fantasized about those beautiful brown eyes staring up at me. How it would feel to have your hands on me...all the things those hands could do. Like would you pull my hair, or grip my hips so hard that I would have bruises? Or, would you smack my ass while you stroked, deep inside me...even better would you hold my hands behind my back, while you played with my clit? Then, like magic, I came...I don't think I've cum so hard in my life—”

He cut her off with kiss. It was gentle and sweet. As Dario moved his lips, he gingerly swept his tongue against Nina’s lips savoring her taste. He snaked his arms around Nina’s waist, drawing her closer to him. A small whimper escaped Nina as Dario’s hands roamed her body. She felt her body hum with need as he rubbed and squeezed at her flesh. A smarting slap from Dario caused Nina to mewl breaking the kiss.

“Fuck! Dario,” Nina whined. She leaned her forehead against Dario’s. She pulled back to see Dario’s face fully, her heart rattled against her chest as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Mi hermosa mariposa," Dario murmured, hands drifted up and down the sides of Nina's torso. She felt a wetness begin to pool beneath her, the more Dario caressed her.

“I want you,”

Dario smiled softly. “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” Nina nodded her hands reaching for Dario’s belt buckle, but he stopped her.

“It’s not about me tonight,” he hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around him as he carried Nina to bed. Dario dropped her softly down the plush sheets. “It’s all about you,”

Nina could tell from the serious yet lustful glint in his eyes that Dario meant every word he said. She sat up on her elbows watching as Dario’s nimble fingers undid the belt of her robe. He pushed the fabric, revealing nothing but soft curves, rich brown skin and lacy fabric. With his pointer finger, Dario traced Nina's collar bone, dragging it down her navel, leaving a trail of goosebumps the further down he went. Nina's breath hitched in her throat as Dario's thumbs rubbed soft circles on the skin above the waistband of her panties.

"I like the way your eyes light up when I touch you, solecita,"

"Please, Dario. Enough games,"

Dario chuckled. He held her hips in place, sinking down to his knees.

"Patience," Dario held his gaze as he inched his head closer to Nina's clothed pussy. The two moaned in unison when Dario licked a stripe at Nina's clothed entrance. He continued on licking, probing, and mouthing her pussy. Moans fell helplessly from Nina's lips as she felt the lacy fabric rub against her clit. Dario relentlessly moved his tongue, spurring Nina on, she felt slick dripping downwards on her thighs.

"More. I need more, baby, please,"

It was like switch went off in Dario. He stopped all movement, as he just stared at Nina. Long eyelashes fluttered as he slowly blinked.

"Baby...say that again," he murmured.

"Baby," Nina cooed. She sat up, reaching for Dario, she cupped his cheek. He nuzzled her cheek, placing a kiss on her palm.

Then like a flash, Dario ripped Nina's panties a part. He skillfully gathered the torn shreds and flung them away. He dove straight for Nina's pussy. Despite his meticulous nature, when it came to pleasure Dario was sloppy. There was no spot or area left unattended. His tongue alternating between swirling and lapping Nina's clit. Dario's pace was so unrelenting, it sent Nina's body into throws of pleasure. Just when she felt the familiar coil in her belly, Dario pulled back, only to blow cooly onto her drenched pussy.

"B-baby, fuck!" Nina yelped aloud, her hands found themselves back into Dario's hair, as he returned back to her core.

He placed a wet kiss, creating a lewd smacking noise that echoed into the air. Dario dove back in, plunging his expertly skilled tongue into her entrance, fucking her. Nina felt like her entire body was on fire, completely blazed with pleasure as Dario relentlessly fucked her pussy. Her mind swirled feeling the familiar coil in her stomach become tighter and tighter.

"I-I'm gonna cum. Oooh shit," Nina panted. She pulled tighter at Dario's hair. "I'm c-cuming, fuckkkk!"

The coil snapped. Nina shakily thrusted her hips towards Dario's mouth, riding out her orgasm. Dario stayed still softly lapping up her cum, he did keep gentle hand on Nina's waist to steady her.

"Mhmmm, so good to me, baby, s'good," Nina loosen her grip on Dario's tresses, letting her arms fall back onto the bed.

Dario hummed appreciatively before pressing soft kisses on Nina's inner thighs. Her fluttered when she saw the slick sheen of her nectar glistening in Dario's mustache and goatee.

"You like when I'm good to you?" Nina could feel his grip on her thighs get tighter as he spoke. When Nina nodded instead replying, Dario slapped her thigh. "Words, Nina, I wanna hear you,"

"Yes!"

"Good. You gonna be good for me this time?" Nina hissed when two of Dario's fingers found her clit, rubbing taut circles.

"Yessss, I'll be good for you, baby!"

He quickly switched his technique, he plunged his fingers into her wetness. Nina whined at the squelching and lewd noises that her pussy made as Dario stroked in and out of her. Dario bent down and gave Nina searing hot kiss, he wedged his tongue inside of Nina's mouth, allowing her to taste herself.

"Please don't stop,"

"I won't mi amor, I can feel you...you close?"

"So close, baby, please,"

Dario slowed his pace down, giving Nina slower strokes, but drove deeper, and deeper every time. Her walls fluttered around his fingers when they met her oh so sweet spot. Nina's orgasm came swiftly as a fast-moving freight train. Her mind went blank, as she screamed out in pleasure. Nina's legs jerked and spasmed as her nectar flowed out in endless droves. Dario slowly slipped his fingers out, kissing the side of Nina's face as she reveled in the planes of ecstasy.

The two fell back into the bed. Nina snuggled up close to Dario's side, her fingers still tingly, traced the ink of his half-covered up tattoo. She looked out to the balcony. It was raining.

"I think we knew each other in our past lives..." Dario trailed, he kept his eyes towards the ceiling as spoke.

"As what? Enemies?" Nina teased.

"No," He sighed deeply, turning to meet her eyes. His face was open, vulnerable, Nina felt her heart flutter. "We were...something to each other, I know it..."

For the second time this night a quietness fell over them. They stared wordlessly at one another, as the raindrops lightly pelted outside. Nina didn't know what to make of Dario's sudden confession, or revelation. She did know that the way he looked at her in this moment, made her feel all mushy and gooey inside. Nina leaned in capturing Dario's lips into a passionate kiss.

"You know what I know," Nina purred parting from Dario's lips. She straddled him, reaching for his belt buckle, this time Dario didn't stop her. "Reciprocity...Can I have some more, baby?"

"Yes. Mi amor, in every lifetime."

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🚑 Parte I: ¿Hasta dónde hemos llegado? 🩺

Con: 557 palabras en total. Anterior: || Índice: || Siguiente: Los personajes que conoceremos en esta historia, a partir de ahora. © Todos los derechos reservados.

«— La vida es muy cruel, las personas pueden cambiar, algunas permanecen igual. —»

«— El dolor y la perdida son difíciles de olvidar, por más que lo intentes, nada puede reparar la grieta de un corazón, incluyendo la mente. —»

«— Algunos dicen que las pérdidas pueden ayudarnos a superarnos, pero, ¿Qué pasa si no es cierto?, ¿Qué pasa si solo te encierras en ese dolor? —»

«— Estás sufriendo y nadie lo nota, lloras en silencio y nadie te consuela, esta bien querer ser fuerte para no preocupar a las personas que amas, pero recuerda que ellos siguen en tu vida. —»

«— No te alejes de ellos, sigue adelante. —»

«— Ponte de pie y sigue luchando. —»

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Cast:

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|| Lilan Bowden como Dina Boden. ||

«— Chicago es mi hogar y no importa lo que otros digan, yo sé que soy una buena capitana para mi equipo en la 61, pero también una doctora. —»

|| Brian Tee como Ethan Choi. ||

«— Soy un veterano de la marina, seguí los mismos pasos que mi padre, sin embargo tengo recuerdos dolorosos de aquellos días y eso, las pesadillas me siguen atormentando. —»

|| Anna Kendrick como Carol Boden. ||

«— Esto es muy sencillo, yo te cubro y tú a mí, me cuidas todo el tiempo y ahora es mi turno de hacerlo contigo, estoy preocupada por ti y no quiero que te pase nada, no quiero perderte. —»

|| Eamonn Walker como Wallace Boden. ||

«— Aun recuerdo aquella noche como si hubiera pasado un día, y sin importar los riesgos, las volvería a salvar, me importa muy poco lo que digan, ambas son mis hijas. —»

|| Melissa Ponzio como Donna Robbins de Boden. ||

«— Aunque no las sostuve entre mis brazos cuando eran unas bebes, las tendré a ambas aquí conmigo, porque ustedes también son mis hijas, nada va a cambiar eso. —»

|| Sophia Bush como Erin Lindsay. ||

«— Atrapamos al maldito que provocó todo esto, sé lo que siente encerrarte en tu propio dolor y te culpas por no estar con aquella persona que tanto amaste, pero no te preocupes, ellos ya no estarán sufriendo ahora. —»

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Cast de los demás personajes:

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🚒 Chicago Fire. 🔥

|| David Eigen como Christopher Herman. ||

|| Robyn Coffin como Cindy Herman. ||

|| Christian Stolte como Randall “Mouch” McHolland. ||

|| Taylor Kinny como Kelly Severide. ||

|| Jesse Spencer como Matthew “Matt” Casey. ||

|| Monica Raymund como Gabriela “Gaby” Dawson. ||

|| Lauren German como Leslie Shay. ||

|| Kara Killmer como Sylvie Brett. ||

|| Joe Minoso como Joe Cruz. ||

|| Yuri Sardarov como Brian “Otis” Zvoecek. ||

|| Charlie Barnett como Peter Mills. ||

|| Randy Flager como Harold Capp. ||

|| Dushon Monique como Connie. ||

🚓 Chicago P.D. 🚔

|| Jason Beghe como Hank Voight. ||

|| Jon Seda como Antonio Dawson. ||

|| Jesse Lee Soffer como Jay Halstead. ||

|| Archie Kao como Sheldon Jin. ||

|| Elias Koteas como Alvin Olinsky. ||

|| Patrick Flueger como Adam Ruzek. ||

|| Laroyce Hawkins como Kevin Atwater. ||

|| Mariana Squerciati como Kim Burguess. ||

🚑 Chicago Med. 🩺

|| S. Epatha Merkerson como Sharon Goodwin. ||

|| Oliver Platt como Daniel Charles. ||

|| Marlyne Barrett como Maggie Lockwood. ||

|| Torrey DeVitto como Natalie Manning. ||

|| Nick Gehlfuss como Will Halstead. ||

|| Yaya DaCosta como April Sexton. ||

|| Roland Buck como Noah Sexton. ||

|| Colin Donnell como Connor Rhodes. ||

|| Rachel DiPilo como Sarah Reese. ||

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Playlist de esta primera parte:

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|| Arcade de Duncan Laurence. ||

|| Could Have Been Me versión Halsey. ||

|| Fight Song de Rachel Platten. ||

|| I’ts Time de Imagine Dragons. ||

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Hello! I hope you are well! I was wondering if you had any afro latine fcs with lots of content from ages 30-40. Preferably of afro Dominican descent and darker in complexion. Thank you for taking the time to read!

Tatyana Ali (1979) Afro Panamanian / Indo Trinidadian.

Meagan Good (1981) African-American, Puerto Rican, Cherokee, Creole, African-American, and Jewish - has said that maternal grandmother is “Jewish and African. My mother’s father was Cherokee and something else. My dad’s mother’s Puerto Rican and black, and his father was from Barbados.”

Lupita Nyong'o (1983) Luo Kenyan - was born in Mexico and considers herself Kenyan-Mexican.

Y’lan Noel (1988) Afro Panamanian.

No resources at time of posting but has so much content which could be giffed:

Lázaro Ramos (1978) Afro Brazilian.

Emayatzy Corinealdi (1980) Afro Panamanian / African-American.

Reagan Gomez-Preston (1980) Puerto Rican / African-American.

Tristan Wilds (1989) Afro Dominican, African, Irish / African-American.

Amara La Negra (1990) Afro Dominican.

All Afro Latines with resources in/near that age range:

Taís Araújo (1978) Brazilian [African, Austrian, Portuguese, possibly other].

Yaya DaCosta (1982) Afro-Brazilian, African-American, Cherokee, Irish.

Ismael Cruz Cordova (1987) Afro Puerto Rican.

Jillian Mercado (1987) Afro Dominican - has muscular dystrophy.

Alfred Enoch (1988) Afro Barbadian / English.

Laith Ashley (1989) Afro-Dominican - is trans.

Julissa Calderon (1989) Afro Dominican.

Michaela Jaé Rodriguez (1991) African-American / African-American and Puerto Rican - is trans.

Ariana DeBose (1991) Puerto Rican, African-American, possibly Italian / English, Scottish, French - is bisexual.

Here you go!

[westeroslive]

pls drop some mw from both admin + members, if that’s okay <333

you got it, angel ! from admins: chris hemsworth, chris evans, ayca aysin turan, yahya abdul mateen ii, angela sarafyan, winston duke, tessa thompson, emma d'arcy, raymond ablack, henry golding, gemma chan, nicola coughlan, charles melton, marina ruy barbosa, jessie mei li, pamela tome, amita suman, maris racal, gong jun, idris elba, ismael cruz cordova, keith powers, elle fanning from our lovely members: michelle yeoh, lupita nyong'o, andrew koji, kiowa gordon, jessica henwick, gabriel luna, aldis hodge, danny sapani, glen powell, naomi scott, maris racal, bae suzy, simone ashley, mahesh jadu, byeon wooseok, michelle deoh, nicole kidman, abbey kershaw, yaya urassaya, son naeun, sen mitsuji, sendhil ramamurthy, kiki layne, mackenyu, burcu ozberk, kiowa gordon, jessica matten, cara gee, pedro pascal

[castellonarrieta]

Cuando la tierra diga su nombre

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Este proyecto de creación e investigación tiene sus raíces en los recorridos realizados con el grupo del Proyecto Rural durante 2018-2019. En ese período, me interesé profundamente en la vida de las mujeres rurales que comenzaban a experimentar con nostalgia su juventud e infancia.

Durante los viajes, me sumergí en conversaciones profundas con Yaya. Juntas, descubrimos los hilos de una trama que, aunque distante, nos unía: mujeres de tierra adentro. En nuestros encuentros, pelamos papas, reímos, hilamos, y nuestras manos se convirtieron en la principal herramienta para expresar lo que la memoria esquivaba contar.

Cuando llegó el momento de trasladar estas experiencias a la obra, fue necesario amplificar el recorte. Gracias al apoyo de Barbara Gomez Cruz, tuve acceso al archivo histórico de vecinos de Matanzas, lo que me permitió profundizar en la comunicación no verbal y explorar lo que el cuerpo expresa en ausencia de palabras. Me centré en gestos que revelan una sensibilidad particular, la fundación del auto-sostenimiento anímico y la amistad entre mujeres.

Realicé una preselección de fotografías y posteriormente recorté manos de muchas de ellas. Consideré la posibilidad de que estas manos, con su cotidiano hacer, imprimieran (@abastoserigrafia) sus memorias calladas en los textiles hogareños. Banderas domésticas, que, al igual que en la conversación con Yaya, entrelazan mi historia personal con el pasado de mujeres rurales.

Las obras resultantes de esta experiencia viajaron a Licenza, para formar parte del Festival LaValle, con el apoyo de Fondart Circulación de Obra. Esta experiencia me permitió repensar los modos de presentar las obras en el espacio y experimentar con una obra ya realizada. Exponerme a la interacción de biografías y encontrar consonancias entre historias de mujeres en zonas menos urbanas, con pasados vinculados a labores de esfuerzo, fue una experiencia transformadora.

Agradezco profundamente a @laquilarealeartenatura por su inestimable apoyo y empuje, que permitió que proyectos como el mío llegaran a Italia. - Sistema de obras "Cuando la tierra diga su nombre" -

#artistatwork #womanartist #latinamericanartist #narrativasvisuales

[ravenspeakrp]

NEYLANI SMITH is looking for their BROTHERS!

MUN INFORMATION

Name: Pea Character: Neylani Smith, 39, werewolf, Yaya DaCosta URL: angstfactory Would you like to be contacted regarding details of this connection? It's not necessary but you're welcome to

CONNECTION INFORMATION

Relationship type: Family (brother) Name: (UTP) Smith Age Range: 36-38 Species: Werewolf (born) FC suggestions (if any): Yahya Abdul Mateen II, Kingsley Ben-Adir, Ismael Cruz Cordova, Michael B Jordan -- or UTP (black male) Provide a description of the connection: The 2nd oldest of the prominent Smith family, much of his personality and background can be left up to you. Things to know about the Smith family is they have been in Ravens Peak for a very long time, centuries even, and are unofficially thought of as "protectors" of the land because over the years they have taken up authority-type roles within the city. Quite a few of them also have military background and training, and the family is heavily involved in the werewolf community. Their parents, for example, are both former Marines and so is the eldest daughter, Neylani. Military involvement is not a requirement, however. As one can expect, their household was typically a "tightly run ship" type-- they had rules to follow, time to manage, behavior and education expectations to meet, but were certainly loved. He, along with his brothers, are typical overbearing and overprotective regarding their eldest sister, Neylani. Anything else (inspiration or any other details you’d like included): Neylani Smith (39, Yaya Dacosta), Grayson Smith (35, Rege-Jean Page)

CONNECTION INFORMATION

Relationship type: Family (brother) Name: (UTP) Smith Age Range: 31-34 Species: Werewolf (born) FC suggestions (if any): LaKeith Stanfield, Lucien Laviscount, Jeremy Pope, Broderick Hunter -- or UTP (black male) Provide a description of the connection: The 4th child of the prominent Smith family, much of his personality and background can be left up to you. Things to know about the Smith family is they have been in Ravens Peak for a very long time, centuries even, and are unofficially thought of as "protectors" of the land because over the years they have taken up authority-type roles within the city. Quite a few of them also have military background and training, and the family is heavily involved in the werewolf community. Their parents, for example, are both former Marines and so is the eldest daughter, Neylani. Military involvement is not a requirement, however. As one can expect, their household was typically a "tightly run ship" type-- they had rules to follow, time to manage, behavior and education expectations to meet, but were certainly loved. He, along with his brothers, are typical overbearing and overprotective regarding their eldest sister, Neylani. Anything else (inspiration or any other details you’d like included): Neylani Smith (39, Yaya Dacosta), Grayson Smith (35, Rege-Jean Page)

[nosensedit]

⊹ ִ࣪ এ credits on twitter ִ࣪ ⌁ like or reblog if you save! ♡ ¸. • *

[celestriahq]

* 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 ! welcome to the city of celestria, mei suksai, safiya moonsong, brier serafiel, nyx penumbra, aurelio firebloom, zarielle pravat, cael moltenvein + nyxara aravali . anna, m, aspen, cody + r please have your account(s) turned in within 48 hours and don't forget to check out the checklist + follow everyone on the blogroll. the following are now taken : pat chayanit, sophia ali, ruby cruz, melisa pamuk, matt czuchry, yaya urassaya sperbund, şükrü özyıldız, alia bhatt, a moonsong princess ( shifter ), a lady serafiel ( malakim ), the queen penumbra ( shadow fae ), the king firebloom ( fire fae ), a lord moltenvein ( draki/dragon ), a aravali princess ( malakim )

⋆ pat chayanit, 346, cis woman, she/her — did you see mei suksai walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the vampire is known to be headstrong and blunt, but who knows if that’s true. the barista seems to fit the vibe of freshly manicured nails, soft sweaters and color coded notebooks ⁑ ooc anna, 29, est, she/her

⋆ sophia ali, 178, cis woman, she/her — did you see princess safiya moonsong walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the shifter is known to be resourceful and tempestuous, but who knows if that’s true. the princess/artist seems to fit the vibe of ripped and paint stained jeans piling up on the floor and a messy greenhouse with a canvas sitting in the corner ⁑ ooc m, 25+, pst, she/her

⋆ ruby cruz, 126, cis woman, she/they — did you see lady brier serafiel walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the malakim is known to be intuitive and stalwart, but who knows if that’s true. the lady/computer expert seems to fit the vibe of a reading nook in an airy bay window and vintage shirts that clash with just about everything ⁑ ooc m, 25+, pst, she/her

⋆ melisa pamuk, 400, cis woman, she/her — did you see queen nyx penumbra nee antumbra walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the court of shadows fae is known to be resourceful and eloquent but who knows if that’s true. the queen seems to fit the vibe of long sharp nails painted in black & long night shade hair flowing in the wind ⁑ ooc aspen, 29, pst, she/her

⋆ matt czuchry, 640, cisgender man, he / him — did you see king aurelio firebloom walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the fire court fae is known to be volatile and headstrong, but who knows if that’s true. the king seems to fit the vibe of a thick cloud of smoke looming eerily across the horizon, a match to gasoline ⁑ ooc cody, twenty3, est, she / her

⋆ yaya urassaya sperbund, 276, cis female, she/her — did you see zarielle pravat walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the siren is known to be enchanting and vengeful, but who knows if that’s true. the life coach seems to fit the vibe of hypnotic hums, sundresses and windswept long hair flowing in the breeze, essential oils and incense burning ⁑ r, 30+, est, she/her

⋆ şükrü özyıldız, 339, cis male, he/him — did you see lord cael moltenvein walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the draki is known to be charming and entitled, but who knows if that’s true. the venture capitalist seems to fit the vibe of driving luxury sports cars fast down the streets, breezing through life on family money and name, a charming smile always etched upon his lips. ⁑ r, 30+, est, she/her (he is not bonded)

⋆ alia bhatt, 654, cis female, she/her — did you see princess nyxara aravali walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the malakim is known to be adaptable and wary, but who knows if that’s true. the princess seems to fit the vibe of dazzling all with her radiant smile and deep dimples, dressed to impress in the latest fashions, wary of any ulterior motives behind flattery ⁑ r, 30+, est, she/her

[starstruckrpg]

mwf 40+?

oh course ! i posted some in one of my previous asks but i'll expand

gemma chan, nicole kidman, jessica alba, gabrielle union, regina king, aishwarya rai, sarah shahi, yaya dacosta, matha higarida, kate hudson, penelope cruz, rachel weisz, gugu mbatha-raw, amy adams, michelle yeoh, lucy liu, carla gugino.

members, if you have other suggestions, feel free to chime in!

[ingeniousmindoftune]

You, Me, & Whiskey…| scene 1.

Description: This is part one of possibly three. This is how you and Coco come to meet before the get together.

Proofread? Yes| no.

    A Queen knows no limits. A Queen doesn’t need a man to make her feel whole. A Queen is a Queen no matter what throne she sits upon. That’s Y/n. Every where she turned or stride she had the attention of any one that stood in her way, she held her head high with a bounce and stride of a woman of power. And she was. She was a woman of power. A woman of intelligence and integrity. Up until she Met Coco Cruz, she was fine getting by without a man. She didn’t need one. She was good with a occasional hook-up or her rose vibrator and sex toys, she was good with that. Certainly getting involved with the Mayans was the last thing she wanted. But, her family was in their debt. So any time a Mayan needed help, she had to run and stand in ovation.

Obispo “Bishop” Lasa. The man who saved your father’s life all those years ago. Now, you and your family was in his debt. There was never a no to be said to Bishop, if there was- No one had ever lived long enough to tell.  “Baby girl.”

    You slightly rolled your eyes, “Hi, Bishop. How can I help you?” You had to admit, it was always weird how he was always around, but him showing up to your office was not okay. “One of my people got into some shit and I need you to handle it, we can get into the small talks later.” You shook your head at him, you were tired of doing illegal shit. “What did he do?” He shrugged, “Doesn’t matter, just need you going and finding me a judge to make sure that this all goes away.” You shook your head deeply, sitting back against your chair folding your arms on your stomach. “You really are something. When will I ever be free of you and your shady business?” He just chuckled, standing to his feet. “I expect you to be at the clubhouse this afternoon with the Judges information.”

You shook your head. “It won’t work like that, I can assure you.. I’ll be able to get whomever off but, It would have to be done.. My way. What did this person do?” 

    “The whole point is to not fully get you involved, Y/N.” Despite what you thought, Bishop really did care for you and he cared what happened to you. Maybe for his own selfish gang or maybe because he had a fling with your mother in the past. Who knows. What was true was... He did care about you, genuinely. “I’m already in deep with you, Bishop. Here you are in my place of business. You already know its hard being a black woman in this world. I am the only black woman in this law firm. I do not need to be seen with a damn Mayan, but here you are.. Here. In my office asking me to corrupt a judge. And myself.” He shook his head. “He murdered someone, can you get him off or are we going to have a problem?” Bishop questions. You scoff shaking  your head and shook your feet in anger. “OK, but this is the last time I will represent you. I’m a defense attorney, yes. But not for criminals, Bishop. This ends here, this debt, it ends here.”

He chuckled. “It doesn't work like that, babygirl.”

   “I don’t care how it works.” You lean forward, looking at the man whom you once feared in his eyes. The fear all went out the window, why? Because he was sitting here asking you to go against your integrity but it is what it is. You would do what needed to be done. But, you were done. He stood to his feet. “You will do what needs to be done. Like it or not, you represent us. I don’t pay you what I pay you for nothing. I’ll see you at the clubhouse.” Slamming down your laptop, you jumped from the sound. He made his exit of the room, Your heart beats fast. Your chest heaves up and down, shaking your head you stood to your feet. There was knocking at the door. “WHAT!” You shout, “Um, Excuse me?” Your best friend, and boss Angela questions as she sticks her head in the door.

You sighed. “Angela, my apologies. How can I help you?” 

   “Since when you associate with biker gangs?” She folds her arms looking at you with her arms folded, you shook your head. “He had some legal questions, is all and wants me to discuss some business, I haven’t decided if I’m going to take the case and as far as I know, they aren’t in any illegal crimes. I’m just going to see what its about.” She nods her head slowly, “Okay well, whatever you decide, I trust your decision. Not just because you are my partner in this firm but also because you’ve never given me a reason to doubt you nor taken a case that will jeopardize the reputation of this firm.” You caught what she was trying to tell you. “I’ll make sure that this doesn't come back on the firm.”

Angela gives you one last nod before making her exit. 

    “Okay.” You sighed deeply, gathering everything you needed, Placing your laptop into its holder, you made your way out your office. Big city girl like yourself, you went from a small town of Santo Padre. Where you were used to being surrounded by not so many black folk. You were raised by a single mother after your father died. You never met your father, unfortunately . But once you became grown, you moved out here not too far from Santo Padre, but as far as you could get. It takes four hours to get from this big city to there. “Angela, I will be out of reach for a few days but, I will return on Monday.” You spoke as you peep your head into her office.

Before she could say another word, you made your way to the elevator, getting on the elevator you hit the button for the garage floor.

    Your entire ride to your border town-home town Santo Padre, you sighed. You looked back at the packed bags that were on your back seat of your 2022 Shelby Cobra. You always had a thing for muscle cars and anything with a loud engine, growing up, it was one of the reasons you fell for your ex, whom was a rival turned Allie of the Mayans. You thought once you left Santo, you would never look back again. Bikers only brought back bad memories, you used to run with a biker gang back in the day. But, after your ex died, you just never looked back. Slamming your car door as you pulled up to the club house, dressed in some sweats and a sexy crop top that hugged your breast just right. “Are you lost, sweetheart?” One of the bikers questioned her as he undressed you with his eyes. You rolled your eyes. “You can let Bishop know that Y/n is here for him.” You glanced at his bike. It was newer then the last time you saw, You walked over to it running your hand over it. “Hey you can’t touch that.” You snapped your neck to the direction of the talking seeing a tall, slim male. He had tattoos all over his body, his hair was fairly long. “Huh?”

“Don’t worry, Coco.” Bishop says to him, the guy who was talking to me just nodded his head. “My bad.”

He dropped his head, going to walk away. You found him intriguing, He was quiet. He seemed to stick to himself. But you knew the quiet ones was always the ones you needed to stay clear of. “Actually, Coco.. Come here.” Bishop told him. The coco character made his way over, you looked him over. “Coco?” You chuckled lightly, he shook his head. “El Coco.” He answers, You continued looking him over. You couldn’t help but wonder about him. “Should I ask why they call you El coco?” He chuckled, you smiled. “Good, you two are getting aquatinted. Let’s discuss business. Come.” Bishop led you inside the club house, you sighed deeply sitting down.

  “So, you killed her? It wasn’t self defense?” You questioned Johnny.

He shrugged. “No.” You were aggravated, Bishop was asking you to let a cold blooded murderer off scot-free. You just couldn’t see yourself doing this. “So, you going to help me or what?” Johnny asks you. You weren’t too proud of what you were about to do, but you weren’t exactly a innocent either, you’ve done a lot in your past- when your name was different. “If I do this, I have to defend you here. I can’t afford this getting back to my firm.” You looked him in the eyes. “Why? I’m innocent.” He smirked. “That’s what you’re paying me to say but we both know.. you aren’t.” Coco took in your appearance, he found you to be beautiful but what he liked most about you was the way you carried yourself. the way you talked. and the way you walked. “What a girl like you got goin’ with men like Bishop and me?”

    “What’s men like you?” You brush your hand over your arm

He chuckled. “I’m sitting here telling you about a crime I just committed, one of many, and you still not understanding what I mean by it?” You chuckle, shaking your head. “Guess not.” You folded your arms. “Bishop was a friend of my fathers’. I’m just helping him out but this will be a one and a lifetime thing. You shouldn't have a problem with staying in the woods and it would be best that you keep from criminal activities until this case is closed.” He shook his head, “No, see. Can't do that, miss ma'am. Imma do me, you just make sure I don’t go down for this.”

     “Johnny, you have to tru-”

He shouts. “No.” You were taken back by his sudden outburst, shaking your head, he looked you in the eyes. “My bad.” He sighs running his fingers through his hair. “It’s okay but do not raise your voice at me again.” You told him. Shaking your head, you listened as he muttered something under his breath. 

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“It’s late.” You teased, sitting at the bar next to him. He sniffed, turning his attention to you than back at the bottle of beer he had. You didn’t know what it was about him that made you want to talk and figure out why he was so sad. His eyes was sad, he just seemed sad. “This woman, who was she to you?” You questioned.

   He turned his attention to you. He sucks his teeth, waving the bartender over for something stronger. “Trust me. Its best that you don’t know.” You ordered a glass of Jack Daniel. Thanking the bartender. “What you know about the hard shit?” He teases changing the subject. “I’m no prude.” You laugh softly, looking at him. He chuckled lightly. “Guess not,” He moves a seat over, “How come I never seen you around?” You shrugged. “Moved away when I was eighteen and just never looked back. And I never really was in this particular circle. The Mayans.” He nods his head slow. “Ah,” He raised his hand to the bartender asking for another bottle of Jack. He had his eyes set on you, but was too shy to flat out say it. Plus after hearing what he had just done to his mother, he would assume that you wouldn’t want to have nothing more than just a lawyer-client conversation. “Just know what I did was justified.” He tells you.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m paid to do a job. So, You’ll get off.” You down the glass. It’s been a minute since you got out and let loose. You spent so many times being in your studio apartment alone looking at court docs or in the court room defending people accused of crimes, you’d believe they didn’t commit.

    Nodding his head, he slightly brushed the side of his face. “You seem tense, you should get loose.” He tells you. You scoff and laugh. “Excuse me?” He downed another drink, he inches his body just close enough to you, he looked you in the eyes, You stopped twirling your finger around the top of your glass, looking in his eyes. “You’re tense. I saw that from the moment I laid eyes on you, when the last time you got some dick in you?” You scolded him, throwing your drink in his face storming out the bar. He chuckled running his hand down his face. He licked his lip. “Another one.” He got under your skin, enough. Coco was sweet, quiet but he was also misunderstood, a little strange but also forward... he ran his hand down his face. He waited another minute before making his way out the bar, seeing you pacing outside your car. You didn’t understand why you were still here but you were. 

“Car trouble?” He smirks, holding his hands behind his back slightly leaning forward. You slapped him, and that slap turned into a kiss. An insane kiss. He kissed you back wrapping his arm around your waist, he backs you up against your car, you didn't know was it his bad boy charm or the fact that you hadn’t had none in a while, but you were wet, he places you on the hood of your car as the kiss became more intense. He reaches down unbuttoning the button down blouse you had on now, you came to your senses, slapping his hand away and his face. “Stop. We can't do this.” You pushed him off, running over to the driver side of your car. “Wait!” You got in, your hands shaking as you tried to start up the car. Your heart beated a mile a minute, sped off that parking lot so fast... You weren’t easy and you were going to make him work for it.

Part two on the way. I hope this wasn't too bad. This is my first time writing for Coco Cruz be nice :)

@laylasbunbunny

[linaisbluepancake]

“Feliz Cumpleaños jefita🎂✨”

[westeroslive]

mwm and mwf?

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