#( ft. alejandra. )

[ruinedsoulsrp]

starter for /@ssvperboyfeaturing Lucas and Alejandra

Lucas didn't mind volunteering to help at these types of events when the fire station hosted them. Toy drives, Non-Perishable food drives, they were important. More than once he'd answered the door at one of his foster homes to a social worker with a box of items that had been derived from drives just like the one he was at now. Hell, he himself had already brought in four boxes of food this morning at the beginning of his shift.

He was standing at the table just looking around when he noticed a woman who seemed dangerously close to dropping the box she was carrying. Luke came out from behind the table and closed the distance, and normally he would've asked if she wanted or needed help first, but there wasn't much time as just as he arrived the box was slipping and he bent down to grab the edges, easily lifting it out of her slipped grasp. "Here we go," he said with a small chuckle, offering her a smile as he looked over the top of the box. "Let me help you with this," he offered, gesturing to the table with his head where he'd just been standing. He walked over with her and set the box down, turning to offer the woman a proper introduction. Extending his hand he offered another smile as he noticed just how pretty she was. "I'm Luke." he greeted, his Southern drawl evident in his words.

[sgrspiced-a]

( @gadflies )

PRACTICAL MAGIC (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne

[aconites]

𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 for @jawbrkrs!

𝘽𝙀𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙀𝙍 hometown after being gone for over six months was strange, to say the least. alex, of course, had been welcomed back by her parents with open arms — questions about her whereabouts and why’d she left in the first place were quickly dropped when they saw the look on her face and she was grateful she didn’t have to make up another lie as to what had happened. she wanted to move on, to be the girl that she was before leaving and she would do everything in her power to do so. over a week had passed since her arrival and the one person she so badly wanted to see was also the one she was trying to avoid but of course, she couldn’t hide forever. she knows it’s hendrix the second he sits down next to her at the bar, the familiar scent of his aftershave and cologne filling her nose. she tenses up immediately, not at all ready to speak to him after what she’s lost – what they’d lost – but knows it’s unavoidable. this is what she needed to do to get back into her old life. so, with a small smile, she turns to the side to look at him, her heart aching but familiar butterflies still making her stomach flutter. ❝ i figured you’d find me eventually,❞ she starts softly, taking a sip from her beer before meeting his gaze. he could probably see right through her nonchalant attitude but she tries to tell herself that the hurt that she’d been experiencing the last couple of weeks wasn’t all over her face. that she was the same alex he’d known for years.  ❝ how are you? ❞  she asks casually, knows right away that acting so relaxed after her sudden disappearance wasn’t how she should go about their reunion because she was sure that her best friend had an opinion on the matter. she wouldn’t blame him if he did; after all, she was the asshole who skipped town for months without telling anyone where she was going.  ❝ did i miss anything important when i was gone? ❞ she clears her throat, breaking their locked orbs to stare at the bottle up on the bar. god, she was such a coward. 

[willowswriting]

for @gcldenhcurs continued from here.

"I wouldn't have blamed you if you hadn't." Lucian admitted. He knew that his words held no real weight. If she hadn't showed up than she wouldn't have cared if he blamed her or not and since she had shown up there was no use in telling her that he wouldn't have. He ran his fingers through his hair just eyeing her for a moment. It was strange seeing her like this. It had been so long and if their paths did cross again one day this was the last place that he would have wanted it to be.

Lucian felt like a child who had just been picked up from the principles office the moment the two were sat in the women's car in silence. In fact Alejandra held the same exact expression that his mother had all those years ago. Then she asked the question, what exactly had he done to wind up in the holding cell at the police station. "Had a few to many drinks, completely misread a situation and wound up throwing some poor guy through the window." He spoked, keeping his eyes trained out the window so that he didn't have to see the disappointment in her eyes. "He didn't press charged though... they were only holding me because I was over the legal limit." he muttered.

[usonofallama]

Pick a song for each letter of your URL and then tag that many people!

tagged by the ever lovely @changingplumbob & @matchalovertrait 🫰🏻

Until the morning - Thievery Corporation

Spotlight - Jessie Ware

Only girl (in the world) - Rihanna

Nena - Miguel Bosé ft. Paulina Rubio

One, two, three, go! - Belanova

Funnel of love - Wanda Jackson ft. The Cramps

Amada - La Lá

Lo haré por tí - Paulina Rubio

Loca - Alejandra Guzmán

Anna Wintour - Azealea Banks

My love - Maye

All the lovers - Kylie Minogue

not sure i have 12 mutuals to tag, but i do follow some amazing people, if you want to join, i tag you @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants @theosconfessions @alxandergoth @raufinarius @bomusims @evilgoof 💋

[amphtaminedreams]

Just in Time for Fashion Week: A Retrospective A-Z Ft. RTW S/S25, Resort 2025, Haute Couture F/W24 & More (Part 1)

-top to bottom: 16Arlington RTW S/S25, Ashi Studio Haute Couture F/W24-

-clockwise l-r: Acne Studios RTW S/S25, Adeam ", Resort 2025-

-clockwise l-r: Alaïa RTW S/S25, Adam Lippes Resort 2025, Alessandra Rich RTW S/S25-

-l-r: Alberta Ferretti RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-top to bottom: Alejandra Alonso Rojas Resort 2025, RTW S/S25-

-top to bottom: Alexander McQueen RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-top to bottom: Alexis Mabille Haute Couture F/W24, RTW S/S25-

-top to bottom: Alfredo Martinez RTW S/S25, Altuzarra "-

-clockwise l-r: Ambush RTW S/S25, Andreas Kronthaler “, Antonio Grimaldi Haute Couture F/W24, Ann Demeulemeester RTW S/S25-

-l-r: Anna Sui RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-top to bottom: Antonio Marras RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-top to bottom: AO Yes RTW S/S25, ArdAzAei Haute Couture F/W24-

-top to bottom: Area Haute Couture F/W24, A.Roege Hove RTW S/S25-

-Armani/Privé Haute Couture F/W24-

-top to bottom: Ashish RTW S/S25, Atlein "-

-top to bottom: AVAVAV RTW S/S25, Bally ", Batsheva "-

-top to bottom: Balmain RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-top to bottom: Baum und Pferdgarten Pre-fall 2025, Resort 2025, RTW S/S25-

-top to bottom: Beare Park Resort 2025, By Marlene Birger ", Charles Jeffrey Loverboy RTW S/S25-

-l-r: Bibhu Mohapatra Resort 2025, RTW S/S25-

-clockwise l-r: Bottega Veneta Resort 2025, RTW S/S25, Burberry RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-clockwise l-r: Carla Zampatti Resort 2025, Cecilie Bahnsen Resort 2025, RTW S/S25, Chet Lo "-

-l-r: Carolina Herrera RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-clockwise l-r: Casablanca RTW S/S25, Carven “, Chika Kisada “, Chopova Lowena “, CFCL “-

-l-r: Chloé Resort 2025, RTW S/S25-

-clockwise l-r: Christian Cowan RTW S/S25, Christian Siriano “, Resort 2025, Collina Strada RTW S/S25-

-top to bottom: Christopher Esber RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-clockwise l-r: Co RTW S/S25, Resort 2025, Coach Resort 2025, RTW S/S25-

-top to bottom: Cong Tri RTW S/S25, Conner Ives "-

-top to bottom: Coperni RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

[evita-shelby]

Purpose

for @duckprintspress May Trope Mayhem: Mentor and Mentee

Frida 'Florence' Solomons/Jael Bauer Peralta(oc) x Patricio Riley Aramburu (oc) ft Eva Smith

cw: trauma, mental illness, alcoholism, ptsd, consequences of living in harsh conditions, period typical attitudes

fc for Florence/Jael is Marin Hinkle

The Eva who returned is not the Eva who left.

She is quiet when she used to be loud, void of feeling and emotion as if she has cried herself dry, and sleeps fitfully with a knife in her hand hidden under her pillow because she won’t sleep at all of a knife isn’t within reach of her.

But the things she learned at the front were rough but impressive. In a fit of momentary madness it had taken two men to subdue her after the chambermaid made the mistake of waking her up from her nightmare. She could break into anything with even just a hair pin when she only could with the lock picking tools her father gave her.

“She has potential, Patricio.” Jael Peralta tells her lover when they meet outside of Mexico for their intel briefings and the continuation of their affair away from his wife’s watchful eyes.

The woman had arrived as Jael Bauer, the very elegant very fashionable secretary to Patricio Riley and eventually left his employ when his wife, Alejandra, was close to discovering the affair and what exactly Jael did for the company.

The beautiful English Jew was a consummate killer, efficient tracker and could get into and out of things in ways that Houdini would envy.

“She’s a mad girl in need of peace, the revolution already fucked up a perfectly normal girl. Eva should be worrying about parties and boys, not whether she will have to fight her way into tomorrow.” He has refused each suggestion to allow her to be trained by her. Like she did with Santiago as a favor to the man who got her this identity.

But Eva is different, Eva is Isabel’s only living memory, Eva looks like her mother and has inherited her magic meaning she holds more value to the family than even Pato’s own son now that Maria Dominga Aramburu de Riley is dying.

“Eva won’t get that peace until she has something to give her purpose, Santiago told me how he found her. I care for the girl, I don’t wish her to spend her life tied to her bed because she’s a danger to herself.” The woman who used to be the wayward Frida Solomons, who found herself in a prison cell with the choice of death or a life as an Agent of the Crown.

You have the makings of a great one, my dear, the woman had said before setting out to make a lady out of a street rat and a killer out of a petty thief.

Eva was born a lady, born as restless as her Romani father and by the time Jael signed her name as Jael Peralta ---after finding a Jewish man who was willing to turn the other way while she continued her services to the Rileys and whoever could afford her rates--- showing promise of being the sort of girl Jael could mold like her late mentor had done.

“I am going to regret this and it will be me who answers for it to my sister.” Patricio sighed and gave in knowing it was better to try than keep his favorite niece in a sorry state of existence.

“You will tell her it is me who she should thank for getting her daughter out of that hole.” Jael extends her gloved hand to seal the deal and moves on to the next item on their agenda, finding ways to return Aramburu, Riley and Smith to its former Glory via the American and English underworld.

Patricio had contacts with South Boston gangster, Jack Nelson, the former General Manager of the Bethlehem Steel Shipyards who wanted more power than his former guardian and late benefactor had amassed. Jael had a younger half-brother who ran less than legal distilleries in Camden Town along with the gang she helped found, the Yiddishers.

Jack Nelson had expressed an interest in making an alliance in blood with Patricio, Eva’s paternal uncle had wanted to keep the Midlands on their side and suggested the second eldest of Polly Gray’s nephews and Jael had reminded him it could be very useful for them to take advantage of Leopoldo Carranza’s unrequited love for his niece. A husband ---the more powerful the better--- was a sure way to protect her and keep the family legacy alive.

And for that, Eva needed to appear sane enough to marry, what better way than harnessing her abilities into being an independent agent like Jael and Santiago? Give her something to channel all that rage into, give her the tools she needs to make her own path if staying in high society isn’t what she wants, give her a new purpose beyond being a burden.

Jael Peralta returns to Mexico City having no reason to raise suspicions from the current government and is not at all surprised to discover Eva uncorking a bottle of rum with her teeth after having broken into the cellar while the rest of the house slept soundly.

The assassin takes the bottle, chiding her like she were an errant child, “It’s very rude of you to break into your host’s cellar. What would your mother think?”

“Can’t disappoint the dead, or a woman who couldn’t bother herself with raising me.” The witch tries to fight for the rum, having become dependent on alcohol to drown the screams in her head, but three years of living at the war front, 40 days lost in the desert and hampered by a hangover that’s lasted a week, she fails to take the bottle and is with left no choice but to obey.

“Delia would be so disappointed in what’s become of you, kid.” Jael names the nanny that raised Eva and her siblings instead and gets the angry girl looks at her with hatred, the same way Frida looked at her mentor, Rebecca, when she told her Frida was dead and buried.

“Bathe and dress for breakfast, Evita, you belong to me now.”

[amomentxofhappiness]

starters i owe:

caspian x ophelia @thxnymph -> posted !!

caspian x nikki modern @florxdexcerezos ft. alfonso

caspian x sienna (modern royals)

alfonso x dio @wrldofmyown (in the other blog)

alfonso x celeste

alejandra x kole @troublesomemix -> posted !!

phoebe x omar @thedevilsbckbone -> posted !!

I feel like I'm forgetting something

[hernando-valdez]

Don't Call My Name || A Chase & Nando Production

ft. @chasemmccoy

tldr: Alejandra ded trigger warnings: death, blood, depictions of violence including guns

Although Hernando and Chase had been planning this for months, Hernando still felt the weight of it all as they sat on the boat, zooming through open waters into Amsterdam canals. He was grateful that the boat was at least bigger than the plane they had been crammed into for hours. It wasn’t like they could exactly fly coach so their best option had been a sympathetic bombardeo who was willing to fly them for a price. If shit wasn’t about to get so serious he might have actually laughed about it. Like the two of them were in some buddy movie, encountering as many obstacles as possible along the way. That’s what the recent months had felt like. He had left town so quickly, there was a foolish part of his brain that thought he could solve this all quickly. But the reality was that he couldn’t get revenge in 24 hours. It just didn’t work that way. 

Especially when the person he was looking for was so damn good at not being found. She had made a true art of it and Hernando had spent countless days trying to figure it out. He and Chase had followed up on so many leads that at one point it just felt like they were moving in circles. At least Chase was still in town but Nando had been staying for so long at his safehouse, he was starting to believe that he’d never get home again. He still hadn’t fully figured out how the fuck he was going to casually blend back into Tonopah Valley society. It wasn’t like he could exactly just fix the shop up and keep on going. 

But all of these thoughts started to fall from his mind as he looked at his phone and saw they were getting closer to their destination. He took a deep breath and looked through his bag a few more times to make sure he had everything with him. “You know, if we do this shit, we might actually be able to get a drink in this fucking city before cutting out. I think Lyla would be pissed if I didn’t come back with a souvenir,” he said with a laugh but it felt like the truth. As the boat slowed to a stop, Hernando glanced at Chase. 

They were under a tunnel now, entering the building from underneath tunnels. Something that seemed almost too convenient but he was sure this was the same way Alejandra came through whenever she really didn’t want to be seen. Which was probably always. “You ready for this, hermano?”

“About as ready as I’ll ever be considerin’ all the unknown variables.” Chase replied as he ensured he had all of his weapons strapped to his person. He finally met Hernando’s gaze, lips quirking into a smirk. “Been waitin’ for this a long time. Catch.”

He tossed a pair of tactical goggles over towards him before securing the balaclava around the bottom half of his face. One of the only advantages of his new work with The Enterprise was the access to more advanced tech, and he’d made sure to grab a few pieces before they’d left. The goggles could toggle between night vision and thermal, and assuming Alejandra did everything in her power to put as many obstacles between her and them, they could come in handy to minimize casualties.

Chase hadn’t been surprised when they realized she’d holed herself up on the top level of the night club. One of the best ways to hide was in plain sight, and how were these revelers to know that they were providing safe harbor to a heartless harpy?

“No shit, damn, Jack Reacher ain’t got shit on us,” Nando joked as he hung the goggles around his neck before getting out of the boat and sliding the driver their payment. He waited until the guy drove out before moving with Chase to the door. He looked around out of precaution, especially for cameras as he accessed the lock on the door. It had been a long time since Nando had done something so undercover and though there was a little rust, he was remembering just how much experience he had. And how prepared he was for this exact moment. 

“Bingo, bango, baby,” he muttered as the door beeped and opened. “No going back,” he said more to himself as they stepped inside of the ground floor, clearly a storage of all things forgotten. Hernando figured it was a way to make this place seem like there wasn’t much going on. He moved slowly, one of his guns already drawn as they moved along. Everything was still too quiet for his liking but as they ascended the stairs, the loud music from the club could be heard through the walls. Hernando was about to turn the corner up the next set of steps when he heard a voice and paused, motioning at Chase to stop. 

He glanced upwards and saw two of Alejandra’s men making their way down the stairs, both of them taking out a pack of cigarettes to smoke. “Terrible time for a smoke break,” he muttered before signaling to Chase that he would take the one on the right. As they stepped down, he stepped up, smiling behind his face covering. “You know, they say those things will kill you,” he told him, flicking the pack up into his guy’s face before burying the muzzle of his gun into the guy’s stomach and firing off four times before letting him fall down the stairs. He waited for Chase to take care of the second guy before they started up the next set of stairs and finally made it to the club level. It would be elevators from there on out and according to the floor plan, the only way up was through. 

“Let’s get this party started,” Hernando said before inching the door of the club open. “After you,” he told Chase and waited for him to lead them through. “Try not to get too distracted, I know how much you love to dance.”

“Wanna tie a rope to each other so we don’t get lost?” he joked back over the music, chuckling as he stepped out onto the floor. The heavy bass rattled the floor beneath their feet and he made sure to keep the safety on his gun as they maneuvered through the crowd. The last thing they needed was for someone to grind into one of them and be met with a bullet in the leg.

The place was packed and he half wondered if they’d manage to make it to the elevators undetected, but it didn’t take long before people took notice of their tactical gear, giving them a wide berth and drawing the attention of the security guards posted up around the perimeter.

“Got company. Your four and six,” Chase spoke into their comms, flicking the safety off his pistol. He aimed, pointing the end of the silencer in the direction of the guards approaching on the left and shot two rounds into each, one after the other. Out of the corner of his vision through the goggles he noticed the other guards go down as Nando’s shots hit true, and suddenly the sound of screams from those around the fallen bodies rose above the music.

Chaos erupted on the dance floor, club-goers shoving one another in an attempt to reach the exits first. More guards filtered out of the elevator coming from the upper levels, guns at the ready, and the pair switched into autodrive. Bodies littered the floor by the time they’d reached the waiting elevator. Alejandra was no doubt aware of their arrival by now.

The doors closed and the elevator rose up towards the top floor. Chase inspected the wound on his shoulder, a knife having found purchase before he’d had a chance to slit the ambushing guard’s throat. “This is it.” He looked over to Nando meaningfully. “Whatever happens, it’s been an honor kickin’ ass with you.”

There had been a version of this plan where they were going to go in quietly but they had collectively decided that wouldn’t last very long. Which was evident to how quickly all hell broke loose. But it was the exact reason why Chase was the only person Hernando would do this with. It was clear in the in sync way they moved, that even with the cuts and eventual bruises, they had one goal and that was to survive long enough to accomplish what they had come here for. 

“You know, these people should be grateful, that DJ was shit,” Hernando joked, catching his breath as he wiped some blood from his cheek. He reloaded his gun, glancing over at Chase with a grin. “That makes two of us, man. Let’s do what we came here to do.” He met his eyes for a moment longer and nodded. No matter what happened on the other side of the door, they weren’t going to go down without Alejandra going down with them. 

The floor numbers went up and up and Nando gripped his gun tightly, ignoring the bits of blood on him or the way his knee ached from someone trying to kick his knees out from under him. He definitely wasn’t some young kid anymore but he had enough. It had to be enough. 

The elevator doors opened and Nando was the first one out, shooting the first guy he saw in the head, another army of bodyguards charging towards them. Hernando opened fire without hesitation before ducking behind a pillar for cover. He told Chase to hold up and grabbed one of the smoke grenades from his belt, sliding his goggles back on before he threw it out in front of them. On his count, they both charged forward. Hernando tackled one guy before shooting him, fighting another in hand to hand combat before he won the battle. Not without a cut to his side but it didn’t stop him from moving forward. There was no stopping until he and Chase stood at the final door, dripping sweat and blood. 

And then, there she was. As they entered the last room and she sat calmly behind her desk, her hands already on her gun as she looked at both of them. It hit Hernando then, just how long it had been since he had seen her in person. How much time stretched between them now. He saw no semblance of the woman he had once loved deeply. Once believed in. Once had followed blindly. 

“Qué sorpresa. Te tomó bastante tiempo.” She spoke first and Hernando almost faltered as he held his gun up and started to inch forward. 

“Yo podría decir lo mismo.” He responded. He had been sure that she was going to find him first and take him out. It had felt so certain and yet he had come to realize that maybe she had underestimated him. Or maybe she thought she could still convince him to stay loyal. 

The rest of it happened so fast, Hernando wasn’t sure he could even parse out the details yet. She reached for her gun and shot at both of them, catching Chase in the shoulder and causing him to stumble backward. In the next moment, Hernando caught her right on her hand. Quite literally shooting the gun out of her hand as he descended on her.

“You okay?!” He called back to Chase as he put one hand around Alejandra’s neck and put the tip of his gun to her forehead.

“Fuck!” Chase cursed, hand shooting to his shoulder to staunch the flow of blood spilling down his arm. “Yeah, I’m good. Her aim’s as shitty as the people she sent to off me.” 

Hernando locked his gaze with Alejandra’s, grip tight on her throat. His adrenaline was rushing as he looked her in the eyes, he was actually surprised at how he felt nothing. At how her actions had broken him so deeply. 

She didn’t plead with him, only told him how much of a coward his father had been, how much of a coward he was. How all the men who had come before him were cowards. How without her things would crumble. Ho-

Hernando didn’t wait to hear much more before he pulled the trigger and put a bullet between her eyes. There was no time for delaying, not time for eulogies or apologies, especially as they heard the ding of the elevator and a whole new group of people spilled out in hopes of catching them.

Chase wished he’d had a little longer to revel in this moment, to relish in the knowledge that Alejandra Eguia would never again terrorize their lives. Unfortunately, the bullet zipping past his already injured shoulder and embedding in the wall behind him was a clear sign that wasn’t an option.

“Time to fly,” he called to Nando, shooting out the glass from the window before running and swan diving through it into the canal below. Chase heard the muffled sound of Nando splashing into the water beside him followed by shots shot from above. He slipped the mini tank of oxygen from his gear and slipped the breathing apparatus into his mouth, motioning for Nando to do the same. Though the tanks were small enough to be portable, they provided enough oxygen to keep them under for a few minutes until they reached their getaway.

The boat’s driver helped haul them both over the edge and Chase sprawled out on the floor as it took off and put as much distance between them and the club as possible, his chest rising and falling as he gulped down air. He looked to Nando, a smirk taking over his face. “Ding dong, the witch is dead.”

[archived-damien]

↪    𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  : like the post following this link.    currently accepting, expect slow to post.

ft, rhys dumont ! as written for @angeldored's : alejandra flores

EVEN UNDER THE VEIL OF DARKEST SKIES, rhys can find the path ahead ! the way forward was never hidden from him —  𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 like one reads a map and find his way back home ... only now under stalagmites dripping with condensation, he can see no sky, and he can see no north star to guide them true.

" ale ... " the teen bares 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 in his tone, holding out a palm to collect the water dripping from the ceiling of the cave, it's moisture slipping between the cracks of his fingers and to the ground below. for once, rhys dumont is lost, and is so beneath the earths crust.

[piloncillos]

Tan Sólo Tú (Live), Franco De Vita ft. Alejandra Guzmán.

[archivomusicalrumberos1]

Alejandra Guzmán - Hacer El Amor Con Otro ft. Moderatto

[lovehypegirl]

ÁNGEL KATAOKA

THEME SONG: PERSUASIVE - DOECHII (FT. SZA)

GENERAL INFORMATION

NAME: ÁNGEL KATAOKA

AGE: 17

BIRTHDAY: JUNE 15

ZODIAC: GEMINI

HEIGHT: 172cm (5'8")

AFFILIATION: NEW YORK CITY MAVERICKS (GIRLS BASEBALL TEAM)

POSITION: STARTING PITCHER (JERSEY NUMBER 1)

RELATIONSHIPS: KATAOKA TESSHIN (FATHER), ALEJANDRA KATAOKA (MOTHER), MARIA KATAOKA (YOUNGER SISTER), KYO YAMAZAKI (BOYFRIEND)

NATIONALITY: COLOMBIAN + JAPANESE

INTERESTS

Neo Soul and Jazz

Baseball

Her boyfriend

Pinterest

The city

Shopping

Record players and vinyl

Sunsets

Music

APPEARANCE

Sharp dark eyes usually with a dark eyeliner in the waterline

Thin-ish eyebrows neatly shaped (she like her eyebrows)

Light-ish skin tone (she does tend to tan easily)

Plump lips usually wearing tinted lipgloss

Wavy brown hair that fluffs up easily in the humidity

Sometimes wears hoop earrings but not often

(From Pinterest)

MARIA KATAOKA

(From Pinterest)

AGE: 15

BIRTHDAY: AUGUST 28

ZODIAC: VIRGO

HEIGHT: 167 (5'6")

RELATIONSHIPS: KATAOKA TESSHIN (FATHER), ALEJANDRA KATAOKA (MOTHER), ÁNGEL KATAOKA (OLDER SISTER)

NATIONALITY: COLOMBIAN + JAPANESE

ÁNGEL BACKGROUND

Born in Tokyo, Japan, Ángel (pronounced an-hel) moved away with her mother after her parents split up when she was 2.

The first language she spoke was Japanese and then she learned Spanish alongside English.

Her sister was born shortly after her parents split up (Alejandra found out she was pregnant before the divorce)

She lives in New York City (Midtown Manhattan)

She attends a public school

Her boyfriend is Kyo Yamazaki

People call her Ángel or Angel (They mean the same thing)

During her school breaks (Christmas, winter, spring ect) she goes to Japan to visit her dad with Maria

Kataoka Tesshin does know a little Spanish (from his time with Alejandra) but he speaks Japanese with Ángel and Maria

He was the one who inspired her to play baseball as a pitcher

Her father gave up custody of the girls because baseball took over most of his life and he felt like he couldn't give the girls all the attention they deserve

Maria attends Aviation High School in Long Island City and Ángel attends the Manhattan Village Academy

She was scouted by the Mavericks in her Sophomore year and she's held the position of starting pitcher since them

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[aconites]

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𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝘼𝙎 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙎 alex could remember, shepley had been the one person she always went to when she needed a shoulder to cry on. whether it was because of a breakup, problems with her parents, or having a hard time in general, he had always been there for her as she was for him. their friendship was something that she cherished and it had been extremely difficult to leave him behind when she left town. at the time, the brunette thought she was doing the right thing in cutting him off when she found out she was pregnant but losing their baby made her realize that he should have been by her side from the beginning until the heartbreaking end. however, there was no reason that he needed to know now. she would save him the hurt of learning such news and bear this burden by herself. it’s what she deserved. ❝ ugh, you know how my mom is -- she’s been hovering like crazy since i came back. ❞ she retorts playfully, trying to keep their first interaction in months going smoothly. the familiar scent of his cologne fills her nose as he steps inside her apartment and past her, the same smell that was wrapped around her when they fell into bed together the last time she saw him. god, that felt like ages ago now. she shakes away those memories quickly. ❝ no, no. i’m glad you’re here. ❞ she closes the door behind him, giving him a small nod for him to follow her down the hall and into the living room. ❝ yeah i... i didn’t know how long it would be either, ❞ she confesses carefully, sitting down on the sofa and meeting his gaze with so many emotions running through her. ❝ how are you? i mean, how have things been since i've been away? ❞ she asks, hoping to delay the inevitable of him asking her why she’d left and where she’d been the last six months. @fearhidden

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Evvnt Sport Events - Alejandra Artiel: Andalucía Big Band ft. Salvador Sobral

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// Bogotá Music Video Festival 2023 // Selección Oficial // Panorama Nacional //

Alejandro Sanz Ft. Danny Ocean - Correcaminos (Paloma Valencia) Andrés Montero - Gózala (Andrés Felipe Acosta Castañeda) Andrés SZ - Under freestyle #1: Bogotá (Sofía Perez Cardona, Santiago Velásquez) Bumayé - Abono (Lina Rivera) Cacao Munch &.Lion Reggae - Quise (Jorge Andrés Chaparro) Dela Macías - Poco Convencional (Dela Macías) Dirty Honey - Won’t Take Me Alive (George Gallardo Kattah) El Señor Del Funk Ft. Shabby Fondoblanco - Atención (Christian Diaz Navarro, Álvaro Vargas) Greeicy - Yeliana Capítulo 2 (I Try For You | Química) (Paloma Valencia) Greeicy Ft. Danny Ocean - Yeliana Capítulo 3 (Zha) (Paloma Valencia) Jaker Mate - Alien nation (Annihilation) (Jaker Mate) Jarabe y Fanta - Fufu (Hugo Rubiano) J.S.G - Cuando Dije Adiós (Santiago Muñoz) La Repvblica - Primavera (Juan Moya) Loboguerrero - Caramelo (Juan Sebastián Prada) Los Daddy Issues - Temo Todo (Las Alegrías) Maan Osgo - Run Away Together (Lina Rivera) Manuel Turizo - La Bachata (Alternate video) (Ronny Xavier) Melissa Láhur - Bebo X Ti (Julio César Montoya) Monarca - Híbrido (Santiago Merchán) Mustang Colorado - Ícaro (Carlos Galván Luiz) Nicolai Fella Tickete$ (Hugo Rubiano) Pavlo - Dinamita (Gabriela Gonella, Mariana Cabanzo, Sara Bran) Perrokósmiko - Batallas (Diego Díaz, Mauricio Moreno) SeanBeatz - Fragmentos (Alejandra Teatín) Sir Yellow Trip - Lalala (Johana Parra) TIMØ Ft. Bacilos - Salvavidas (Hugo Rubiano) Una Espeletia - Deshorarios (María Camila Marín Franco) Vínculos Cuarteto de Bandolas - Reflejos (Diario Sonoro Latinoamericano)