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lotrefcp · 10 months

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Hidden Away - Chapter 13

pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader

summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.

warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+

word count: 3400+

Chapter 13

The days passed and you continued with the weight of the child's death on your shoulders, making the sleepless nights longer, more tiring. The night of dinner at Steve's house had come and gone, with you saying goodbye as soon as the meal ended, heading towards your house in hopes of being able to relax, without having Connie always looking at you with concern. She didn't mean it, but it only made your situation worse, your anxiety and your fear of reliving all those moments again. When you left Peña followed you, also saying goodbye to his friends.

“I don't need a babysitter. I'm just going down stairs to my apartment.”, you said in a tired tone.

“And I'm doing the same. To my apartment.”, he made sure to pint it out, so you wouldn’t be able to say anything. “But my invitation from the other day still stands. If you need to talk to someone or company just knock on my door.”

“And I said right away that I didn't need your help and that I was afraid of interrupting your nocturnal activities if I went there. I can spend the nights alone but not don’t.”

“Actually I have been spending my nights by myself as well.”, he said looking you in the eyes when you reached your landing.

“Is your salary over yet? Can't you pay for them anymore? I think you can get some for free at the bar around the corner .”

“It's not because… forget it. Good night and see you tomorrow.”, he ended up saying entering his house.

“Goodnight.”, you replied seeing him already with his back to you opening his door. You raised your eyebrows in admiration at such a sudden end to the conversation and walked into your apartment. You sat on the edge of your bed taking off your shoes. Does he really think he fools me? I continue to hear moans every night. Been fucking lonely, yeah, right, you thought to yourself. You went to take a shower and, after getting dressed, you went back to the bathroom to brush your teeth. And then you started hearing someone moaning again. But you knew he was alone. Unless someone came in while you were showering and you didn’t heard the door. Or... Ohhhh... He was alone. Only now did you realize that, contrary to what happened before, you only heard a voice, a sole tone moaning with pleasure. Not just today but in the last few days as well. He has been alone, after all. Masturbating. Seeking his pleasure by fucking his hand and not just another hole. And for the first time in a long time, you let the sound of his moans affect you. Which one would he be thinking of? Would it be the same every night? How would it feel to have his full length in your hand? What the hell? That’s just what I needed., you said very quickly to yourself, feeling the pulsing inside your panties. You finished brushing your teeth, rinsed your mouth with water and went back to the living room, sitting on the sofa, with your legs tight over each other and your book in your hand. You wouldn't start to gain hope that he might actually be changing just because he spent a few nights alone. Most likely, he would revert to his old ways soon enough.

You were already at your desk when Javi arrived.

“Good morning Y/N.”, he began.

“Good morning Peña.”, you replied without looking up from what you were doing.

“Are you here by yourself?”

“No, Steve just went to get some documents to confirm some dates.”

“Too bad, I thought he would have to swallow his tongue again because I got here before him.”

“Well, that is not going to happen. He arrived at 8:00 sharp.”

“And you were already here?”

“Since 6:30 am. I wanted to come to work so much that I woke up earlier just to get here as fast as I could.”

“Did you wake up earlier, huh? Did you even fall asleep?” You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, stopping your work for the first time.

“And what do you have to do with that? I'm always here aren't I? I do my job properly, don't I?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean you’re doing well.”

“Don't worry about my sleep routines affecting you. And by the way, I'm going to go grab a cup of coffee.”, you tried to finish while getting up.

“But they affect you and I worry about you.”, he said, making you stop next to your chair that you were pushing under your desk.

“Of course you do.”, you said condescendingly. “Do you want me to get you something from the cafeteria since I’m going there?”, you asked without noticing that Steve was approaching you from behind, placing a hand on the small of your back to talk to the two of you over your shoulder. You quickly pulled away from him, taking his hand off you.

“Is everything okay?”, Steve asked.

“Sure, sorry. I wasn't expecting you to arrive so quickly. I’ll be right back.”

“See you soon.”, Steve replied, Javi looking at you as you walked away.

“What happened?”, Peña asked Murphy.

"I don't know. I touched her small back and she got scared.”

“Really?”, Javi asked again while remembering all the times you had done the same to him.

“She must still be stressed about what happened two weeks ago. It was an innocent touch.”

“Yeah, that must be it. She's been more anxious lately.”, he replied knowing that wasn't the reason. He still didn't know the why you had those reactions, but he knew that they were already happening before your last operation. Since that day, Peña had been trying to find out how the children of Medellin had access to the guns, the walkies they used to alert Escobar's men, and he wasn't at all surprised when a name started popping up repeatedly; La Quica. He used to walk the streets of the commune, with money in one hand and a gun in the other for anyone who wanted to help the “saint” Escobar on his quest to save the city from corruption and poverty. It was him who had shot you, and he was now also the one to blame for your suffering. Javi had to figure out how to get to him, how to make him suffer and how to make him talk, if that was possible.

Two more sleepless nights, tossing and turning in bed after you managed to fall asleep for a few hours. But tonight was even worse. You couldn't even close your eyes, giving up trying and getting out of bed almost 2 hours after you layed down. You hadn't even had dinner in order to go to bed as early as possible, tiredness weighing on you more and more, but it was of no use. It was only 11 pm and it already felt like the middle of the night, with all the laps you had done on top of your sheets. You opened the living room window and went to the kitchen to fill a glass of water, which you drank in one gulp, filling it again immediately. Nothing worked and you began to feel the desperation caused by the lack of rest rising through your body, leaving you tense and even more anxious. You fell onto the sofa with your legs apart and your elbows resting on your knees, head down between your arms and your glass in your hand. And suddenly you looked at the wall in front of you, thinking about what Peña was doing. You didn't want to admit it but the last night you were able to rest was the one when he walked into your apartment and hugged you against him, the heat of his body and the coming and going of his chest over his breathing making you relax. You looked at the door of your house, and letting out a desperate sigh, you got up, took your keys and went knocking on your neighbor's door.

Javi was sitting on his couch, wearing nothing but his boxers, reading some documents he had brought home from the office while smoking his usual cigarette, when he heard a knock at the door. Grumbling to himself, he got up and looked through the pip hole, seeing you on the other side. He opened the door and then asked "Is everything okay?"

“Is you offer still standing?”

"Which one? I've offered you a lot of things already.”, he replied with a mocking smile.

“Okay, let it be.”, you said as you turned back to your apartment.

"Wait. I was kidding. You can come in."

“Thank you.”, you replied with your head down, entering the space he left between you and the edge of the door. He closed it and walked over to you.

“So, you weren't afraid to 'find me between someone's legs'?”, he asked, reminding you of what you had said to him a few weeks ago.

“No, I already heard you moaning today.” Javi's eyes widened.

“And you think that because you heard me once, I won't do it again later?”, he asked half offended, half curious with the sincerity with which you spoke, almost without interest.

"Lately it's only been once a night."

“Do you pay so much attention to what I do in my house? Do you like to hear me moan that much?”, he asked bringing his face closer to yours. And once again your cunt began to throb between your legs. Even standing up, you crossed your legs over each other, leaning on just one foot. This did not go unnoticed by Peña, who smiled to himself.

“It's not my fault that this wall is so thin and that you don't try to control the volume with which you come.”, you said trying to forget what you were feeling. "And by the way, don't you have any pants you could wear?"

“Why, don't you like what you see?”, he continued, seeing you roaming his torso with your eyes, running your tongue over your lower lip, which was still dry.

"Seriously? I've seen you completely naked and I've already complimented you on based on what I saw, but that doesn't mean I want to have to look at that abnormally large bump while I'm here. Seriously, have you ever killed anyone with that?”, you asked, nodding between his legs. “It looks more like a weapon of mass destruction.” Javier couldn't contain himself and started laughing, making you laugh too for the first time in a long time.

“Never had any complaints.”

"But you don't know if any of them died on their way home from internal bleeding."

“If that happened, I never received any invitation to their funerals.”, Peña said , still laughing at the simple way in which you spoke of something like sex, a taboo subject even in a town where you could pay for it so easily.

“Too bad, funerals are known to be a good hunting ground. You would walk out of there with one under each arm.” You waved you arm towards Peña's room and continued. “But just go in there and put something on. Go."

“If that makes you feel better.”, he ended up saying as he went to his room. He walked back into the living room in tracksuit pants and with his arms outstretched.

“Is it better this way?” he asked, turning around.

“Yes, it is. Now I only get distracted by the top part. One thing at a time when I'm tired.”, you continued with a joke that was hiding too much truth. You were looking around, trying to understand your surroundings and how his apartment was packed. The two other times you had been there you didn't have the ability to do it. You saw the papers he had on the table.

“Should you have this at home?”

"Don’t worry. Tomorrow they'll be in the office again.”, he replied while picking them up and trying to hide them inside a drawer of the closet where he had his television.

"I didn't imagine you as one of those who bring work home."

“And I'm not, but this case is special.”, he reciprocated remembering how much he wanted to catch La Quica.

“What's the case? Maybe I can help. I didn't know we had something going on."

“This one is personal. But did you come here to talk about work?”

“No, quite the contrary. I couldn't sleep...”

“Again.” he interrupted.

“Yes, again, and I thought about what you said about coming here if I needed anything.” Javi gave you a big smile when he realized you went there to look for his company. “What do you usually do at night?”, you continued.

“I think you already know the answer.”, he said laughing.

"Yes. But it doesn't last all night."

“Hmmmm. It depends on the company."

"OK. And when the company is busted after the first fuck?” Peña laughed again.

“Then I send her away and watch TV, or whatever movie I have around the house.”

“Um, what kinds of movies do you have out there? That are not pornographic.”

“It reduces the possibilities. But let me see. What do you like?”

“Something to help me sleep.”

“Okay, I have something perfect here then.”, he kept looking until he found the movie he had in mind. "Here it is."

"What? Do you have Dead Poets Society?”, you asked incredulously.

“Is it really that weird?”

"I don't know, I thought you only watched Rambo or Terminator."

“And I have those too if you want to watch them but you said you wanted something to help you fall asleep.”

"Wait a minute. Is Dead Poets Society a bedtime movie for you?”

“Hey, don't be offended. I've seen him so many times that every now and then I fall asleep watching it. And I thought it could help you.”

“Hmm, I never imagined you falling asleep with that movie as background.”

"Well, it seems you don't know me as well as you thought."

“Looks like it.”

“And you think about what I do to fall asleep?”

“And there he is again.”

“I'm just messing with you. Sit down on the couch while I put the movie on rewind. Do you want something to drink?”

"A glass of water?"

“Of course, I'll be right back.”, he ended up saying as he headed to the kitchen.

You sat down on the sofa, with your legs stretched out and your feet on top of each other. Good thing today my pajamas have shorts., you thought to yourself with a shiver running down your spine. He came back, handed you the glass of water, put his beer down on the small table in front of the couch and went to press play on the movie before sitting down.

“You are so far away. Are you afraid of me?”, he asked when he saw you leaning against the arm of the sofa.

"I don't but I don't want you to think I'm going to hit on you just because we're watching a movie together."

“Don't be stupid.”

“Hey.”, you said, not liking the word.

“Yes, don't be stupid. You think I can't watch a movie with a woman without jumping on her?”

“Can you?”

“For that I don't need a movie. You are a colleague in need of help at resting. And I'm here to help. Come over here closer to me.”

With great difficulty you realized that he was right and dragged your ass across the couch until you were closer to him, leaving a small space between you.

“Was it really that hard?”, Peña asked with the corners of her lips raised.

“Let’s watch the movie.”

As the film progressed you realized that sleep was still not coming and you started to get nervous.

“Are you okay?”, Peña asked when he saw you running your palms over your legs.

“This isn't working.”

“Calm down, at least you're watching a great movie with an even better company.”, he replied with a wink. “Would you like some hot milk?”

"I don’t drink milk." Javi looked at you sideways. “I am lactose intolerant. I only drink milk when I want to kick someone out of my house.”, you said a little more quickly.

“Okay, I don't want to have to leave my own house. But then I don't have anything hot for you to drink to snuggle with.”

“Do you happen to have any tea?”

"Tea? Am I the Queen of England?”

“I'm not either and I drink tea.”, you said again with the nerves in your voice. “But just forget it. Let's continue watching the movie.”

Javi looked at you for a bit, the weariness on your face, and finally spoke. “I have an idea but I don't know if you'll like it.”

“Say it, I'll accept anything.”, you said dropping your head on your arm that was on the back of the sofa.

"Are you sure?"

“Tell me what it is.”

“Why don't you lean against me?” he asked in a lower tone.

“What?”, you replied almost screaming.

“Hey, it doesn't take all that. It was just an idea.”

“What a hell of an idea.”

"Why? My body is hot, and it seemed to work when I was at your apartment. You managed to fall asleep leaning against me.”, he said, avoiding talking about the fact that he was also hugging you.

“Damn you.”, you said after listening to him, knowing that what he said was true. You thought about it yourself before you went knocking on his door.

“Come closer, very close.”, he said between laughs as he raised his arm for you to lean against him.

"Lower your arm, I don't need you to snuggle me."

“Okay, I’m just going to put it on the back of the sofa, so you can get closer to my body.”

“Okay.”, you ended up saying reluctantly.

He put his arm on the couch and you leaned against him, touching his bare torso with your arm, immediately feeling the heat that emanated from his body and the cold of another shiver running down your back. His dark skin was soft, smooth to the touch and warm even with the beads of sweat that covered it. He looked down to see you moving closer to him, letting yourself lean against him. He felt your skin on his and closed his eyes to try to smell your perfume. Soon the scent of vanilla reached him and a smile spread across his lips. He liked having you this close, smelling you, even though he knew nothing would happen between you. For the first time he craved a woman's touch without having sex in mind. He liked the way you fit against his side, the way you smelled in his nose, the softness of your skin against his. As time went by, your proximity worked and you began to let your head fall as a sign of sleep. It was only then that he let his arm fall around you, pulling you even closer to him. Under the effect of sleep, you shook your head and, lifting your chin, you stuck it between his neck and shoulder. He could feel your lips on him, your soft breath brushing his skin, the hand you'd just placed on his chest, open-handed, your fingers moving without you noticing. He brought his nose close to your hair and took a deep breath before getting on his feet and picking you up, looking for your keys to take you back to your room. After lying you down on your bed he left your apartment in silence and entered his own, becoming more and more aware of the throbbing pain in his cock. He palmed himself to calm down a bit as he went to his own bed, already thinking of relieving the pressure between his legs but when he got there and closed his eyes to imagine you massaging his hard penis, he could only remember your calm face leaning against him, the soft sounds you made when you breathed into his neck, and he gave that up, not wanting to let those images be linked to another short moment of pleasure. He tried to relieve himself a little more with the palm of his hand and ended up lying on his side, remembering you next to him.

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thelastspeecher · 9 months

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It's been a hot minute since I've done a Foster Ford thing but here's some more! Enjoy a sort of Origins episode of the Foster Ford AU, aka the official start of the AU!

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After what felt like hours, Ford finally stumbled out of the woods. As though the forest was determined to have the last word, he tripped on an errant tree root. At the last second, he caught himself, barely avoiding a reunion with the wet and muddy ground. He looked around. It seemed he had emerged near Greasy’s Diner.

I can seek some shelter there while I pull myself together. Pulling his trench coat close to his body, he trudged through the pouring rain. He pulled on the door handle. It didn’t open. Belatedly, Ford remembered that the cook had injured himself recently, and as such, the diner’s hours were reduced. This day will never end. Ford turned around and stared through the sheets of rain. I suppose I could try walking home. But who knows how long that would take in my current state. The bell over the diner door jingled. Ford spun around.

“Oh my gosh, you poor thing!” gushed the diner’s lone waitress, Susan. Ford looked up at her. “Come inside out of the rain.” She put her arm around Ford’s shoulders and ushered him inside. It was strange to see the diner completely devoid of people. “We aren’t supposed to open for a couple hours, since Javier is still recovering from dislocating his shoulder,” Susan chattered as she led him to the counter. “But I couldn’t let a cute little cutie like you sit out in the rain like a drowned cat!”

“…Thank you,” Ford mumbled. He climbed onto the stool with some difficulty. Susan pinched his cheek.

“I’ll get Javier to whip something up for you, sweetie pie. How about some hot chocolate and fries?” Ford nodded. “Great! I’ll be right back, honey bun.” Susan bustled away. Ford grabbed napkins from the closest napkin holder and dried off his glasses. Normally, he’d use his shirt or coat, but doing so right now would just add mud without drying anything. With his glasses clean, he lifted the metallic napkin holder and peered closely at his reflection.

A very young child, barely out of toddler years, stared back at him. Ford’s heart plummeted to his feet. He knew immediately after it happened that he had been reduced in height, and Susan’s reaction to him had suggested he was more than just shorter. But he hadn’t been expecting it to be this bad.

Elementary school, I could manage. But I’m too young for even that right now! Ford set the napkin dispenser down and took a deep breath. No. I can handle this. I’ve handled far worse. Once the rain dies down, I’ll return home and regroup. It should be simple enough to revert to my proper age. I just have to find the creature that did this to me. Ford furrowed his brow. …What creature did this to me?

The memories of the event were crisp and clear, fitting for something only a few hours old. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t picture the creature that had transformed him. He only remembered kneeling at the side of a creek and picking something up from the water. There had been a flash of light, and he awoke later in the pouring rain, now a child. Ford strained his mind as much as he dared. He couldn’t remember a single thing about the creature he picked up.

Surely, after I get some rest, I will be able to recall the details. I’m probably just tired. And wet. I should probably shed my coat. It’s only making me colder. Ford shrugged his soaked trench coat off and set it on the counter. The one bright spot in this dark day is that my clothes shrank with me. I may have never been able to find an exit from the woods on my own if I didn’t have the appropriate glasses. Ford was startled from his musings on the embarrassment of a local lumberjack stumbling across him by Susan’s return.

“Here you go, sugar cube,” Susan cooed, placing a plate of fries and mug of hot chocolate in front of him. “Eat up.”

“Thank you,” Ford said quietly. Susan tousled his wet hair.

“No problem! I’ve got a soft spot for adorable kiddies like you!” She disappeared into the kitchen again. Ford began to eat the fries. He had to force himself to eat slowly; he was starving.

I suppose losing over twenty years and stumbling around in a forest will whet the appetite. With the fries finished, Ford began to tackle the hot chocolate. The whipped cream on top was already melted, but the drink truly hit the spot. Ford could feel his body warming up. Just as he was finishing his drink, the bell over the diner door jingled again. Isn’t the diner closed? Ford looked behind him. Two of Gravity Falls’ finest stood in the diner, their clothes damp from the rain still cascading from the heavens. Fuck.

“Oh, good!” Susan said, poking her head out of the kitchen. “The sweet little boy I called about is, well, he’s the only sweet little boy in the place! Right up front!”

“Thanks for calling us,” one of the cops said. The two police officers walked up to Ford and sat on either side of him. Ford quickly looked down at his nearly empty mug to avoid making eye contact.

“Hey kid,” the second cop, a lanky dark-haired man with bags under his eyes, said. His voice was gentle and fatherly. If Ford was truly a child, he’d be comforted. But the tone just made Ford clench his mug anxiously. “Susan said you were out in the rain?”

“Yes,” Ford squeaked. He winced at the high pitch to his nervous voice.

“Where are your parents?” asked the first cop, a rather average-looking mustachioed Hispanic man. Ford shrugged. “You can tell us. You won’t be in trouble.”

“Not here,” Ford managed weakly.

“Where?” the first cop prompted. Ford shrugged again.

I’d lie, but I don’t know what lie to tell! What could I possibly say that would result in them leaving me alone? If I claim my parents will be picking me up, one of the officers will stay behind to ensure that happens. At the very least, they’d insist on Susan verifying that an adult came to fetch me. Ford scowled. Even if I did know what to lie, they probably wouldn’t believe me. Stan’s always been better than I at fibbing.

“What’s your name?” asked the first cop.

“Stanford Filbrick Pines,” Ford rattled off instinctively. He winced again. The officer, however, didn’t bat an eye.

Odd. I know I’ve met this man before. Why would he not recall my name? The officer scribbled something down on a notepad.

“How old are you, Stan?” asked the second cop.

“Four.” Ford blurted out the number as though possessed. He wasn’t sure why; until the officer had asked him his age, he’d had no idea of what it could be. Child development wasn’t his strong suit, after all. “And it’s not Stan. It’s Stanford.”

“We’ll call you Stan for short,” the second cop said. “Makes it easier.”

“But that’s not my-”

“Hey, it’s okay,” the first cop said soothingly, putting his hand on Ford’s shoulder. “He didn’t mean anything by it.” The second cop nodded. “Kids with long names like that usually go by a nickname is all.”

“Well, it’s Stanford.”

“Understood,” the first cop said, shooting a harsh look at the second cop. Ford stifled a sigh.

They’re going to call me Stan when I’m not around, I can just sense it. The officers asked a few more questions, all of which Ford answered vaguely or not at all. The only question he directly answered was where he lived.

“Are you sure you live in Gravity Falls?” prompted the second cop. “You’re not just visiting?” Ford glared at him.

“I live here,” he said firmly.

“Back off,” the first cop hissed. “He’s not a criminal, he’s just a kid.” Ford felt his ears burn with shame.

Just a kid. He’s correct. Right now, that’s exactly what I am. The first cop smiled at Ford.

“We’re gonna see if we can track down your family.”

Good luck with that.

“But in the meantime, you need somewhere to stay. Sweet Susan offered for you to stay with her, but she’s not a licensed foster parent.” Ford’s heartrate skyrocketed. Foster parent? Was he going to be placed in the foster system? “In fact, the only people around here who can do that are Dan Corduroy and his wife.” Ford felt tension leave his shoulders.

Dan’s a good man. He was also a believer in the supernatural. I might be able to convince him of my true identity. The best option was for him to go home, but he would take spending a night or two with the Corduroys while he came up with a solution for his situation.

“They’re great people,” the second cop said. “And they love kids. You’re gonna have a good time with them.” Ford nodded silently. The officers patted Ford on the head and left. On their way out, they told Susan that Dan would be coming to pick Ford up. Susan swapped out Ford’s empty mug for another full of fresh hot chocolate.

As Ford nursed his hot chocolate during his wait, he tried to reassure himself.

No matter what, one thing’s for sure. A week from now, my stint in foster care will be a distant memory.

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pennyserenade · 8 months

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what was i put on this earth for if not to ponder the working dynamics of agent mulder and agent peña? they’d dislike each other at first, mulder naturally skeptical of anyone, but especially small town cop types who come to him with a heavy amount of skepticism. and javier peña would come with lots of it, not some wide eyed child who looks to the stars for answers, but a seasoned dea agent who is bitterly aware of the world and all it’s man-made horrors—enough to know you don’t have to craft monsters to explain them. mulder talks of folktales in earnest, and javier struggles to take him seriously. he’s heard of mulder; anyone who passed through quantico in the ‘80s had. boy wonder, world’s best when it came to catching serial killers. in the desperate days on the pablo case, maybe javi even reverted back to his own psychology days, flipping through mulder’s monograph on serial killers. he found nothing but a good mind in those pages. he didn’t even wonder what became of mulder until mulder was in front of him.

they bicker and work against one another. peña is dismissive and mean about it; mulder has a wry sense of humor and a nasty way of deceiving those who he thinks are working against him. they’d just as well work alone than with one another, have done so before, will gladly do so again. something will inevitably bring them together, though: a dead person, the heavy weight of grief that they've caused pressing against onto their shoulders. maybe just the haunted feeling that never goes away, a million ghosts and a thousand souls they’ve still got to save. mulder doesn’t smoke or drink, prefers his self hatred vivid as he crawls into some dark corner and watches a terrible porno that does nothing to him. but he tries, sometimes succeeds enough to feel relieved for two minutes. peña licks his wounds with some alcohol, only to later rub salt in them as he hands the money to some pretty girl who looks at him, so sorry. he’s the type of client they all pity, even after he’s fucked them good. mulder and peña work better alone because it’s best not to let anyone get a whiff of grief that potent, so of course it draws them together. happens in some cracked booth in some ugly bar. then a series of poor decision making and near death experiences that would make scully cringe if she was there. peña tells him the world is mean and mulder tells him it doesn’t stop there, but there’s a brilliance to the partnership, a silver lining: love. these two world weary men are sick with it. it’s their fatal flaw. they want to save the world and they are naive about it, the way two men who have seen what they have shouldn’t be.

it is good to have two agents who will always hope against fate. there’s always that

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papirouge · 1 year

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in an unfortunate turn of event (me visiting my sister who scheduled a movie seance for my niece), I went to see The Little Mermaid🥴

Cliffs **spoilers** :

- Halle is breathtakingly beautiful... Like- it was lowkey distracting lol. She was perfect for that role. She has those outlandish features that are perfect to pull off the look of a mythical creature such as a mermaid (I feel the same for Michaela Coel). Something tells me the fact she's so pretty and Black AND paired with a White man is one of the reason White Conservative/ANTI/NLOG pickmes seethed particularly hard at that casting🥴

- it's obvious that the story is based in the Caribbeans so Ariel being Black is totally coherent. There's absolutely no "Black in the middle of the snow" syndrome since the cast is extremely diverse and multiracial (Creole type of demographic). The (White) Prince is an adoptee of the Black queen, and most islanders look mixed to some degree. And it's echoing what's happening in the sea kindgom since Ariel and her sisters are supposed to represent the 7 seas (2 mermaids are Black, 2 are White, 1 Arabic, 1 East Asian, 1 Indian) so screaming about White erasure is stupid lol

Oh, And let's not forget King Triton who's Latino LMAO (Javier Bardem)

In the end of the day, directors are entitled to make remake through their own perspective and a Creole Little Mermaid was an interesting and convincing move considering how well put together and highlighted this culture is throughout the entire movie (and let's no forget that even in the OG Little Mermaid Sebastian already had a Creole accent so the call was from inside the building at this point). In retrospective, the whole outrage surrounding this movie lookw even more embarrassing & stupid...

- kinda off that Ariel is 15 years old while the Prince is 21...🥴

- the songs are good - there are 3 additional songs - of which one sang by the Prince (which is okay but still a bit awkward lol). "Under the Sea" SLAPS and is visually marvelous. Scuffle ragga song is funny idc lol

- the CGI looks better in motion (especially Sebastian), but the realism kinda kills the mood. Although I suspect they made this choice so that the animals aren't too much out of place when interacting with humans (which happens A LOT in the movie). It's not like Finding Nemo where humans were only a tiny fraction of screen time.

- the building up of the romance is surprisingly cute. The chemistry between the 2 actors is very convincing. The Creole dancing scene is absolutely lovely. Their bonding around their curiosity for the world and exploration is very credible and fleshes out their romance beyond the 'Prince fell in love with mute unknown girl'/'mermaid falls in love at first sight' thing. I like how they added in the scenario that Ariel forgot that she had to kiss the prince to remain human forever (it was a ruse from Ursula to prevent Ariel of reaching that goal, but also a scenaristic ploy to avoid Ariel rushing to kiss the Prince who quickly felt in love with her) so their romance looked more genuine.

- the Prince is pretty handsome 👀 that's a first for a live action Disney movie imo I also think we dodged a bullet concerning the rumors of Harry Styles being initially casted for the role

- the final fight with (giant) Ursula is kinda underwhelming

- from a Christian perspective: this movie is a total rehabilitation of mermaids. At some point, when Ariel reverts to a mermaid right before the prince and his mom, the Queen says (talking to the prince) "I told you the creatures from the kingdom of sea were DEMONIC" ....and the thing is.... she's supposed to be the evil one for rejecting the mermaids. There's an obvious satanic demon acceptance agenda so don't get it twisted to the purpose of that movie.. it's Disney after all....

#papi watch

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m-andrade-87 · 3 months

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RECOMENDACIONES PARA EL MARZO ASIÁTICO 2024

Hola mis pequeños dragones, hoy quería traeros algunas recomendaciones para leer durante el marzo asiático de este año, espero que alguna de las recomendaciones os resulte interesante. Empezamos BESTIAS DE UNA PEQUEÑA TIERRA (JUHEA KIM) Este primer volumen cuenta los cambios producidos en la península coreana durante el siglo XX Creo que este volumen es interesante en el aspecto de que va…

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javiermoroh · 9 months

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“Revolución” de Arturo Pérez Reverte / Por Javier Moro Hernández

“Reverte vuelve a construir un libro de aventuras […] que, sin duda se convertirá en un éxito de ventas, y en una serie de éxito, […] pero que una vez más está construido con base en clichés e ideas preconcebidas desde la superioridad moral de un escritor que observa el mundo desde las anquilosadas ideas del imperialismo español…”

El afamado y polémico escritor español Arturo Pérez Reverte nos entregó recientemente una nueva novela, titulada Revolución, publicada por la editorial Alfaguara. Una novela en la que el autor de La reina del sur se adentra a la historia de la Revolución Mexicana, a través de la historia de un joven ingeniero de minas español, Martín Garret Ortiz, quien se involucrará en el movimiento tras el alzamiento Maderista en 1911 y la toma de Cd. Juárez, por las fuerzas revolucionarias encabezadas por Francisco Villa.

Garret se ve involucrado en el movimiento desde el primer día, cuando desde su hotel de alojamiento en la ciudad fronteriza, empieza a escuchar los ecos de la batalla entre revolucionarios y federales. Su juventud, su “arrojo” lo lleva a la calle y termina participando en el robo por parte de un destacamento villista de quince mil monedas de oro de veinte pesos, conocidas en la época como “Maximilianos” de un banco de la ciudad. Su valentía y su dominio de la dinamita le ganan el aprecio de los recios soldados villistas, quienes hasta poco antes del levantamiento en contra del gobierno de Porfirio Díaz, eran considerados como unos simples cuatreros, unos peligrosos delincuentes, que se sumaron a la causa revolucionaria desde los primeros días, a pesar de que, en el seno del movimiento encabezado por Madero, siempre desconfiaron de ellos.

#Reseñas. Revolución #Arturo Pérez Reverte #Editorial Alfaguara #Revolución Mexicana #Fahrenit452 #Francisco Villa #Francisco I. Madero #Cd. Juárez

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da5vi · 3 months

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E a Lali, hein?

Há alguns anos, lembro de ter escrito aqui que gostaria de aprender espanhol e que ter descoberto a Lali fazendo música seria de uma baita ajuda nessa tarefa.

Muitas coisas aconteceram, e devido ao meu antigo ambiente de trabalho acabei criando um bloqueio de aprendizado do idioma que estou tentando reverter, mas Lali segue sendo uma das minhas artistas hispânicas preferidas, e por ela acabei descobrindo várias outras coisas argentinas que vão desde Erreway a Sandro, um cantor de rock and roll meio Roberto Carlos que regravava Beatles em espanhol.

Como é de conhecimento geral, a Argentina deu a louca e simplesmente elegeu mais um político de extrema-direita para presidir na América Latina. O país está em crise, num momento ainda pior que o nosso alguns anos atrás, e até compreendo a ideia das pessoas estarem exaustas de esperar por um governante com aquela aparência oficial de político™️ enquanto a situação apenas piora, mas por mais “trocar seis por meia-dúzia” que uma corrida presidencial pareça, escolher permitir que um LOUCO sem plano de governo definido, que acha que a resposta para a crise é cortar ministério e vaga em universidade ao invés de boas políticas públicas e cultivo de relações internacionais, JAMAIS seria uma resposta viável.

Mas eis que estamos nós, latino-americanos, mais uma vez sendo obrigados a engolir um biruta com disfunção erétil ocupando cadeira presidencial.

E a Lali cometeu este gravíssimo crime: ter uma opinião contrária ao governo. Foi uma das poucas celebridades argentinas a se mostrar contra Javier Milei desde antes de sua eleição. E já faz algum tempo que a mesma vem se posicionando cada vez mais em favor de políticas para mulheres no país e coisas assim, tanto na voz quanto na arte. Isso, obviamente, chamou atenção do presidente argentino que, sem muito o que fazer (o país está vivendo seus dias de glória, não é mesmo?), começou a agir como o fã do restart em 2009 e passou a xingar muito (a Lali) no Twitter.

A máfia de Milei é uma versão ainda piorada dos rolês que vivemos aqui no Brasil pois, aparentemente, o próprio divulga abertamente notícias falsas sobre a artista. E como se não bastasse, a acusa de roubar dinheiro público pelo cachê de seus shows — a versão deles da confusão da Lei Rouanet. Mas o que mais me impressiona é que até acusar ela de NÃO CANTAR AO VIVO ele fez. Presidente ou gay de chart se direita? Nunca saberemos.

(E honestamente? Fica beeeeee…eeeem claro que Lali canta ao vivo, especialmente nos momentos de coreografia mais elaboradas)

Alguns artistas se solidarizaram e já se pronunciaram estando do lado dela, mas é muito importante que a gente fique de olho em nossos hermanitos porque é muito louco o fato de estarmos vivendo esse tipo de perseguição política em 2023, de uma forma tão escancarada e tão podre como essa que está acontecendo, e se Bolsonaro já era a versão piorada de Trump, e Milei tem de tudo pra ser a versão piorada de Bolsonaro, só podemos esperar pelo pior desse velho desocupado.

Mas o que importa agora é que assim como diz o título de seu terceiro álbum, Lali é brava, e continua batendo de frente com o velhote. Meteu-lhe uma resposta educadíssima e à altura recentemente.

Vamos acompanhando né?

No mais, é muito gratificante poder dizer que estamos vendo uma artista grande e pop ir à luta dessa forma nos dias atuais, onde estrelas globais seguem isentas de questões políticas importantes (ou ajudam a piora-las).

#Lali #Lali Esposito #música

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adamwatchesmovies · 3 months

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Mirage (2018)

The mysteries within Mirage are compelling enough to make it worth a watch, though a dozen questions raised during the conclusion threaten to cause its collapse. Other movies have used its premise before but not quite like this, which makes it unique.

In 1989, a 72-hour electrical storm opens a "passage" to the future. Through his television, young Nico (Julio Bohigas-Couto) receives a warning from 2014 and avoids a traffic accident that would've killed him. By communicating with the boy, Vera Roy (Adriana Ugarte) has altered the past and now, she no longer recognizes the present around her. Meanwhile, young Nico investigates the event that would’ve sent him running through traffic in the first place: the murder of a neighbor by her husband (Javier Gutiérrez Álvarez).

There are two plots to follow and they’re connected by a mystery. In the previous version of the past, Nico confronted Angel Prieto with the bloody knife, ran into traffic and was struck by a car. Angel then confessed to his crime and was arrested. Now, the twelve-year-old is trying to gather evidence to put him away - a challenge considering his age. In the present, Vera is a little slow on the intake. She’s looking for her daughter, her husband and/or a way to contact 1989 and undo whatever Nico did to change her world - it could've been anything between that night and today. Got that? Now let’s dig in properly.

With Nico and Vera (presumably) only being loosely tied together, you’re not sure what will happen to Nico in the past. For all you know, something might happen to Nico and then the present might revert to the way it was before. Alternately, something Vera discovers in the new present might help the boy in the past, which might then bring back her husband and daughter. It’s fun to wonder about what's coming next while piecing together the mysteries.

When it comes to the dramatic aspect of the story, Adriana Ugarte is entirely responsible for its success. As an outsider looking in, you quickly wrap your mind around the time tunnel stuff and it can get a little tiresome watching her bewilder everyone she meets with her stories of a daughter that “doesn’t exist” and a boy from 1989 she met through a TV. Thankfully, she makes her character's desperation palpable and you become invested in her quest with relative ease.

The other versions of this story I’ve seen before both included a serial killer, which elevated the stakes in a way this film never quite manages to. The film is also quite long at 128 minutes, which allows scenes that should’ve been cut to remain. At one point, for example, Vera discovers a book an author wrote called Mirage, all about a boy in 1989 who said he communicated with someone from the future. She presents this as proof to the Inspector helping her (Chino Darín) that she isn’t crazy but if anything it makes her seem much loonier than before.

During the final act, writer/director Oriol Paulo (who co-writes with Lara Sendim) makes several major mistakes with a big revelation about Inspector Leyra. To anyone watching, it was obvious that he had a much bigger part to play in this story than seemed at first and it’s true: he is the grown-up version of Nico. Not only that, the reason Vera’s daughter is gone is because she and Nico met and fell in love in this alternate present, preventing her from meeting and starting a family with her previous husband. This raises a whole lot of uncomfortable questions. Nico spent 25 years waiting for her, knowing she would one day ride a specific train at a specific station. He might not have gas-lit her into falling in love with him, but this whole time she’s running around and he never fills her in on what the new reality is like. More problematic is the ultimatum she gives him once she finds out the truth. She commits suicide so that he has to contact his younger self and alter the present once more so he can save her - big yikes there. Even before that, the man is a police officer, investigating his own wife as she’s accusing Mr. Prieto of murder - the man he accused of murder as a child. I’d love to see what kind of insane courtroom drama would follow this story.

Despite one blunder after another during the conclusion, Mirage is compelling to watch, the performances are strong and the premise intriguing. As something you’d watch at home for the price of a subscription, I can recommend it. (Original Spanish version with English subtitles, November 12, 2021)

#Mirage #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Oriol Paulo #Lara Sendim #Adr5iana Ugarte #Chino Darin #Javier Gutierrez #Alvaro Morte #Nora Navas #2018 movies #2018 films

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