#Gutiérrez

[nightsidewrestling]

Moodboards 4 the MLB & NWA

(Face Claim: Salma Hayek) Aza De Angel / Azahar Gutiérez: "Tour. Get new outfits. Get better game."

(Face Claim: Theresa Randle / Ronin Givens / Maia Campbell) DJ Deja / Deja Dickson: "Everyone in my life seems to run away, I'm looking for people who'll stay."

(Face Claim: Kellie Williams / Tatyana Ali) Hutch / Esther Hutchinson: "Three things. rage, music and fashion, baby."

(Face Claim: Cameron Diaz / Drew Barrymore) Krystal / Kristine Cobb: "Music is my life. I make it, i sell it, I use it as my emotional release.

(Face Claim: Vanessa Williams / Denise Vasi) Mz Lola / Dolores Park: "Your Skin is your armour, whether it's bronze, porcelain, silver, silver, onyx or golden."

Ice Cube / O'Shea Jackson: "Westside for life, Californian 'till I die."

Dr Dre / Andre Young: "Isn't it funny how everyone who wasn't born in California, wants to be in California?"

Eazy E / Eric Wright: "All these motherfuckers see a million fuckin' postcards and don't see the reality of the world."

MC Ren / Lorenzo Patterson: "Live the high life while you can, fame easily slips away."

DJ Yella / Antoine Carraby: "California is a non-Californian's paradise, and hell for the Californians."

[elchaqueno]

Trabajadores del agro de San Lorenzo denuncian incumplimiento de acuerdo con la Confederación

Los campesinos de la Central de San Lorenzo acusan al dirigente de la Federación de Campesinos de Tarija de dividir a la organización en lugar de unificarla. Se le había dado un plazo de 30 días para lograr la unificación del campesinado, pero según el dirigente de la Central de campesinos de San Lorenzo, José Luis Viluyo, no está cumpliendo con su tarea. Además, Viluyo denuncia que el dirigente…

[aowski]

Who Do You See?

What do you see when you look at the Israeli-Palestinian conflict? Perhaps a better question is who do you see? With whom do you identify? The lighter-skinned settlers? Or the darker-skinned colonized?

“Where you stand changes what you see”  ~Gustavo Gutiérrez

[zanephillips]

QUIM GUTIÉRREZ Burning Body 1.06 "The Impossible"

[nicolethered]

Pedro as Javi G in The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

[sacredwhores]

Tomás Gutiérrez Alea - Memories of Underdevelopment (1968)

[thatpodcastkid]

[grogusmum]

IRL

Part 3 @han_shot_first

JAVI X F!PLUS SIZE!READER

SUMMARY: Set before the events of The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent. Javi and Reader are friends online, and after a year of DMing they decide to meet. (The only change is Javi and Gabriela are just friends)

WORD COUNT: 1800ish

WARNINGS: Reader has insecurities about her size and appearance. Javi is adorable, be warned. Things get spicy.

Part 2

“Girasol,” he whispers; voice husky. Your knees go a little watery not only from the want in Javi’s voice for you but for the sweet nickname, sunflower.

His warm, plush lips taste your mouth, chin, and neck. Tickling behind your ear, you had never kissed anyone with a mustache or much facial hair. It tickles and rasps over your soft skin deliciously, especially your neck, causing your shoulder to jump with a smiling gasp. 

Being pressed against the wall was also new to you like this gorgeous man can't get enough of you and needs to be as close as he can possibly get. One hand is cradling your jaw; the other travels from your hip under your sweater, where he has found that the dress is sleeveless. He hums, pleased by his discovery. You try not to feel emotional and keep the thought - thank you. Thank you for being attracted to me, even though… inside your head. But it brings up some tears that you blink away. 

The moment you open your eyes, the lights flicker, signaling you to return to the theater.

“Javi?”

“Hmmm?” He murmurs, distracted by devouring your neck.

“The next film-”

He pulls away as the lights flicker again. 

“We will pick this up back at the hotel,” he rumbles. 

Javi takes your hand and leads the way to the theater. Since you are among the last to sit, Javi looks and tugs you toward the back of the theater. He noticed your glassy eyes when he pulled away. He wonders if he overstepped.

After you settle into your seat-

“I'm sorry,” Javi looks at you with his puppiest eyes.

“For?”

“Well, I- for,” Javi struggles. “ Maybe I was too forward, and now we don't have good se-”

You smile; Javi really is the sweetest.

“Javi, I have never been so turned on in my life,” you murmur in his ear, and his face breaks into a broad smile, his eyes dancing. 

While the rest of the day flies and is more fun than you've had in a long time, every once and a while, you get a little in your head when hobnobbing with “the beautiful people.” But somehow, Javi seems to feel it every time, and he brings you closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, murmuring a sweet check-in.

Online, late at night, you would talk and talk, and you thought you felt a tension in the last month before planning to meet, but you always half-heartedly dismissed it. And when you saw his picture, you wholeheartedly dismissed it. How can someone like him…but here you both are. He doesn't even see the other women. Javi has at least one hand on you at all times. Holding your hand or on your thigh with his thumb chasing little circles during the films and Q&As, his arm wrapped around your waist during intermission. This new layer to your relationship is exciting, if a little scary. 

All you have been thinking about since the alcove is getting back to the hotel, but as Javi checks you both in, your traitorous brain starts to race; you know Javi is a good guy, he would never just presume, and if you put on the brakes he would respect that…but now that it's here. It's not that you don't want to; you want to, by the gods, do you. But what if he doesn't like what he sees when you are, quite literally, laid bare?

Javi returns with the key cards, his stomach knots in new and exciting ways. 

“It's a two-bedroom penthouse suite,”he murmurs, primarily to his feet. He can feel the tips of his ears going hot, “I got them before - but you know, if you don't - I mean, if we-”

Javi doesn't know what you are thinking. But he can easily see the anxiety scrawled across you. But he doesn't know what has you in this state—

Watching him, you can see his effort. To keep you comfortable, respecting your boundaries, and he keeps showing you he is attracted to you, all of you.

So you tell your liar of a brain to shut up for once, and your first finger goes gently under his chin, tipping his head to look at you. 

“Javi? Please take me upstairs.” 

This is when Javi’s brain short circuits.

The penthouse is, of course, gorgeous, just as Javi hoped. There’s a fireplaced living room, with the spread of chocolate-covered strawberries, soft cheeses, warm crusty bread, and the champagne he asked for on a coffee table. 

“Javi! This is, does this just come with penthouse suites or…”

“There are always, well, ‘amenities,’ but um, I asked for your favorites.”

“When?”

“As soon as you said you’d come to visit.”

“But-”

“I know it was a little bold of me, but I - sort of had this big plan to try to win your heart this weekend. But like I said, I got two rooms, I wasn’t, you know, ‘expecting something’,” All of this comes out in a rush, but Javi takes a breath and slows down, his eyes taking in your lovely face.

“‘Han Shot First’, I’ve been having feelings for you for a long, long time.”

It's your face’s turn to warm, as romantic as his nickname Girasol is, as beautiful as it makes you feel... There's something about him using your url handle at this moment - the name he knew before he had seen your picture… You fling your arms around him, and without hesitation, his mouth seals to yours. His hand goes to your cardigan, peeling it off. Before you can have another wave of anxiety, the groan Javi lets loose as his hands run up and down your upper arms and around your back settles your qualms. He presses you as close to him as he can without occupying the same space, thus defying the laws of physics.

“Girasol”, Javi murmurs. “I can't believe how lucky I am.”

His hands rove your back, hips, and backside. You keep beating back your traitorous brain, so you can just enjoy how this feels. He likes everything he's touching. 

One of his hands comes to the side of your face, holding you tight in his kiss. 

“May I undress you?”

Javi begins unbuttoning your dress, his hands so sure at every button. He pulls back the top of the dress off your shoulders, and his needy kisses travel from one to the other, stopping to enjoy your collarbones and the hollow of your throat. Then he lets the dress fall, a circle at your feet. You slip his blue blazer off his shoulders and start unbuttoning his shirt. You peek back at his face to see adoration.

You nod, and the look he gave you in the alcove returns causes a pleasant zing in your lower belly.

Javi becomes impatient and brings his arms hurriedly out of his sleeves, and pulls you against him once more, his arms wrapped around your waist. With urgent kisses, he walks you backward until your calves hit the bed. 

Giving a yip as you drop onto it, a nervous giggle bubbles up, and you take a breath, eyes closed. Mirroring your action in the lobby, Javi's curled forefinger gently lifts your face to him.

“I am enamored with every inch of you, Girasol. Every last inch.”

Against your will, your eyes swim, so that is where Javi decides to start in his worship. His hands cradle your face, thumbs brush the tears away. Pressing kisses to your cheeks. 

Your hands rest on his narrow hips as you look up at this beautiful man, this silly, passionate, delightful man.

He wants me, you think, all of me.

Your hands travel up his sun-kissed torso, the sweet curve of his belly, but just as your hands settle on his chest, he has your shoulders, pressing them to the bed. And this was that moment you feared, laid out on the bed. Suddenly Javi’s got you behind your knees with those enormous paws of his, and with a quick and decisive pull, he's got your ass at the edge of the bed and thighs over his broad shoulders, and you can feel his breath at your core. 

“Javi!” Breath quickening, you are pretty sure you almost came from being moved like that; you don’t get “thrown around”

Javi's hands run up your thighs, his thumbs massage the crease where your hip meets them  -

“Did you like that, Girasol?”

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[ozu-teapot]

Poison for the Fairies | Carlos Enrique Taboada | 1986

Ana Patricia Rojo, Elsa María Gutiérrez

[random-brushstrokes]

José Gutiérrez Solana - The Choir Girls (ca. 1925)

[soranatus]

Scarab Found By Adrián Gutiérrez

[nightsidewrestling]

Icons Part 9 (Trio Icons 4, Quad Icons 1)

[elchaqueno]

Conflicto en la FSUCCT: afines a Meriles y Gutiérrez se enfrentan por el control de la organización campesina

El conflicto en la Federación Sindical Única de Comunidades de Tarija (FSUCCT) ha empeorado aún más con las acusaciones entre los dirigentes Andrés Meriles y Francisco Gutiérrez. Desde la Subcentral de San Lorenzo se señala a Meriles y a la ejecutiva de la Federación Departamental de Mujeres Campesinas “Bartolina Sisa” como responsables de la división en la organización. Sin embargo, Meriles ha…

[eltigrealpha]

Birth of a Tiger

[nicolethered]

Pedro as Javi G in The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

[imrockbottom]

New bear spotted!

Jon Gutiérrez (Hovik Keuchkerian) from Reina Roja (Red Queen), gay, corrupted cop (saves prostitutes from their pimps with some illegal methods), Basque, with certain charm and a lovely mother. Also he's just so fucking tired of everything.