#bueno ill allow

[latinotiktok]

(si no te molesta akshkahskdhd)

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AYUDA DIJERON FINE ILL DO IT (FRAUDE ELECTORAL) MYSELF

[orquidborgo]

Well, I'm getting a fever and with a lot of ideas, so I'm going to write them here because I don't have anything better to do!

This are concepts/writing ideas I got that I have more or less the story made in my head but I never wrote it down because I don't have the confidence to publish anything (haha self esteem issues are so funny), so here they are:

Jake Muller, professional B.O.Wsitter

* I got this idea while reading a modern fantasy resident evil fanfic (where the wound drips venom from your soul), basically:

After the events of resident evil VI, Jake only accepted jobs that allowed him to fight B.O.W and protect people BUT that didn't get him a lot of money, with Sherry's birthday approaching he is thinking about taking a mercenary jobs that pays very well until he receives a call from Chris Redfield, go to the middle of nowhere in Nebraska(? I'm thinking about changing the location) on a mansion with everything paid to take care of 5 B.O.Ws, just not the way he though he would.

Perfect paintings

* I got this idea from reading a really short story from space marine husbandry (I think it was from @kit-williams, is a story about a custodes, idk I forgot, it was so long ago) but I never got the confidence to write it because I don't think I will write a good mystery piece that'll comply with my expectations:

Detective Arad Yilmaz approached the scene, this is the 4th murder this month, the murders follow a pattern: All of them were strangled to death, had long black hair, honey/light brown eyes, middle eastern heritage and where last seen interacting with a really tall astartes.

The location of the corpses leave a trail as if the murderer have been moving constantly, following the same movement as the chaos warbands path, now with this corpse being found by a Dark Angel the astartes want to take this matter in their own hands.

Will Arad be able to find the murderer, bring them to justice and avoid an all out war between astartes before is too late? The clock is ticking.

There is no home like the one your bonded is:

* After reading Cedric's story in space marine husbandry (I also forgot to say that Cedric belongs to @sleepyfan-blog, sorry) and watching the movie "Bolt" I got thinking, what happens when a space marine grows a bond with a human that lives in another country and is only visiting? So here it is:

Guillermo Testarossa is visiting the U.S.A for his winter vacation, following his aunt's advice to stave off boredom he ventures into the local astartes hospital with his aunt's bonded apothecary. There he meets an injured space wolf, the rest of his vacation he spends it talking and having fun with this astartes but not everything last forever and he has to comeback to his home country Argentina, saying his goodbyes and promising to comeback next year.

Unbeknownst to him, this space wolf will not wait an entire year, using a joke his brother-captain made as motivation, with a camera, a notepad and supplies on his back he embarks on a adventure walking from the U.S to Buenos Aires - Argentina to find his bonded, taking photos and recording everything he encounters in his journey. The only thing he knows is that his bonded lives in San Telmo, works in a coffee shop with private tango shows and studies electronic engineering.

Save us from ourselves

* I seriously need to read Magnus primarch novel because there is no way you are telling me a whole planet of highly trained psykers (this mfs have magic, mind you) with space travel technology didn't have a plan B to evacuate civilians in case of a invasion, and I also like Arknights a LOT so, this is kind of a crossover between 40k and arknights:

Rhode Island is an humanitarian/pharmaceutical organization that travels across space with the mission of saving psykers, protecting those infected with flesh change and find the cure of said illness, right know they have treatment and have developed technology to protect/stabilize psykers with it so they can live a normal life.

Marckus Ahriman is a young 16 year old field operator with signs of mutation and a big heart who wishes for a world where all psykers are free and flesh change is finally cured. In a fateful operation battling against a chaos incursion he finds a soul shard that "calls" to him, upon touching it he remembers: he Magnus the Red, primarch of the Thousand Sons and son of the Emperor of Mankind, or well... A shard of him.

My big... Primarch?: Friendship is Magic (this is a temporary title)

* I watched a few episodes of my little pony so this is a crack fic, don't mind it that much:

During her fight against Starlight Glimmer through timelines; Twilight Sparkle gets "knocked out", but when she wakes up again to try and stop Starlight, she ends up in Magnus's body as a baby. So is basically her dealing with 40k insanity, family issues and trying to go back to her home.

She would try to understand why the other primarchs are so apprehensive of magic and would try to befriend them: She would try and not use magic in front of Mortarion after knowing his trauma and help him through it the best she can, would cure Angron of his nails, Leman would finally like her because she gets tired of his bullshit and start throwing hands and things like that.

Magnus's regular day

* With how pridefull is Magnus about magic, I'm surprised he hasn't gotten in a lot of psychic shenanigans in "regular show" style, every chapter would be Magnus getting into a crazy adventure, sometimes pulling his brothers, any of his sons or a unfortunate custodes along the ride.

The Emperor, Malcador and Constantin are just... Done with his magical bullshit at some point and just let him be because they know that he'll somehow fix it at the end.

So... Yep. This is all I got.

[genocidehim]

Bien llegao (Lalo Salamanca x waitress!Reader)

The owner's daughter of Michoacano seems to be used to dangerous men entering the restaurant, however, the presence of the new Salamanca managed to change her opinion.

notes: one-shot, use of pronouns she/her, the reader has mexican descent words: 1243.

Mornings at Michoacano used to not be too stressful. Your father was quite permissive, and your schedules could adapt to any of your needs depending on the day. It was one of the advantages of the place being infrequently visited.

You weren't foolish, you knew perfectly well that the lack of customers in the restaurant was due to its reputation of being frequented by dangerous people. It wasn't something that was known, but it was an open secret, something that everyone sensed when they saw more than five Chicano with unfriendly faces walking in. Fortunately, that didn't mean danger for you and your parents, because you always knew that Hector Salamanca would look after your safety, especially when he was using your father's place to conduct his business.

But things had changed a bit after Don Hector's illness. Now, you didn't hang out much with the Salamancas anymore, Tuco had gone to prison, and you never saw the twins there again. It was only Domingo and Ignacio who still used the place every week, so you could still feel some security in that small restaurant.

It was a Thursday morning when your father asked if you could give him a hand in the kitchen. There were more customers than usual that day, and he needed someone who could serve and attend to them, even though he could normally do it all by himself. You got ready in comfortable and fresh clothes; you knew perfectly well that the heat inside the restaurant could be too much at times, and you preferred to avoid spending the whole day wiping sweat off your forehead.

When you arrived at the place, everything seemed normal. You could hear the voices of some customers and your father in the kitchen at the back. Domingo was also there, the only one who seemed to be contemporary with you and with whom you could talk more confidently.

"Buenos días, Domingo! You woke up early today," you said with your good Mexican accent, something that you still carried despite having lived in the United States for many years.

"Good morning, today there's a lot of work, isn't there?" replied the young brunette. You could tell that his attitude had changed to something more jovial and confident, nothing like his scared attitude when he was with Nacho.

"Yes, finally! This place could use some movement."

Although you wanted to continue the small conversation, you heard your father calling you from behind with a stern voice. You quickly went to the kitchen behind the counter and listened carefully to his instructions: Chilaquiles for table 2, Enchiladas for table 1, and pozole for table 3. You nodded as you went to get your apron that would serve as a uniform, and while tying it around your waist, you continued to repeat the order of the dishes quietly.

Once ready, you returned to the kitchen and took two plates that would go directly to tables 2 and 3 while waiting for the next order to be ready. After about half an hour, you received the call once again from your father, and you knew that the food was ready. As you went to the place to pick up the plate, you heard the front door closing with some force, which angered you a little because it was something you had already warned those men from Salamanca about. They were allowed to use the restaurant for their businesses, but they had to be careful with the place.

Still with the plate in hand, you returned to the main area of the restaurant and took the last plate to the table, stopping instantly to scold the man who had just entered.

"Don't slam the door! Handle it with care," you scolded in a stern and somewhat angry tone to a man you hadn't properly observed yet.

He was a man slightly taller than you, and from his tanned skin and facial features, you could guess he was some South American or even a chicano. The Americans in this place usually don't look that... cálidos.

You noticed that he was a man in his forties due to his gray hair and the curious gray line that covered one of the main locks on his head. You almost trembled when this man looked at you and smiled.

"Excuse me, miss" his accent confirmed your deductions, but the tone of his voice was almost surprising.

Although you tried to keep yourself busy with your work, you couldn't help but pay more attention to him than you should have. Now this man was saying some words in spanish and was inviting the customers who were still there to leave the place with the excuse that "the restaurant would be closed for the rest of the afternoon." Although you wanted to protest and ask him why he was taking the liberty of giving orders in your restaurant, you saw your father in the distance with a look of terror as he seemed to try to tell you not to open your mouth, or that's what you understood by reading his lips.

When your gaze landed on Domingo, you knew it was something to be afraid of. On the other side of the restaurant, you heard your father cordially greeting the man he called "Mr. Salamanca."

A shiver ran down your spine as you realized you had just scolded and shouted at a Salamanca, the type of man who should not be questioned. Now you seemed to have seen a ghost, so pale that even your limbs felt cold. The man who had just entered stopped your father and gave him orders to stay out of the kitchen while he prepared himself a "almuercito" (lunch). You almost wanted to say something about it, but your father's stern look stopped you in your tracks.

From where you stood, you could see this man named Salamanca approaching you with a broad smile on his face that you were unable to imitate, you were too anxious to look pleasant. "Is she your daughter?" the gray-haired man asked your father as he pointed to you with his thumb. "Yes, she works as a waitress," your father said somewhat nervously. "Que lindura! A family business" he said, turning back to you and giving you a quick glance. His eyes seemed to be two deep lakes that you would be afraid to drown in if you looked at them for too long. "I'm sorry, corazón, but I'll take this for a few minutes. You take a break."

Before you could utter a single word, you saw this man bring his hands behind your back and felt him untie the knot of the apron you were wearing, taking it off you just so he could put it on. If his arrogant attitude wasn't enough to unsettle your nerves, his hands were capable of making you tremble, something he noticed. "I'm Eduardo, but you can call me Lalo" he introduced himself in a jovial manner as he tied the apron around his waist. "Do you want something to eat, reinita? I'll make some chilaquiles."

"No, estoy bien" were the second words you said after the scream a few minutes ago. Now your voice was much lower and less demanding, something that made him laugh. "Believe me, I'll make you such a good lunch that you'll die for it." Would he be able to do that…?

Sorry if this was too long or badly written😩😩 english is not my first language!!

[hornyhornyhimbos]

EMMY MY LOVE

I'm so excited for your freaky friday posts you don't even understand! So in honor of that and us being whores, may i request c0ckwarming with Eddie after a hard day. I've talked with you a little bit about how my mental health is no bueno rn. And just coming home after a long day of class and exams to come sit on his dick while he plays video game or whatever is so hot and comforting. Maybe falling asleep curled up on his chest and him just looking at you all full of love saying something like "ill never get tired of holding you". Also daddy kink...if you're comfy with it. I went on a tangent sorry love

you are so real for this 😌✋🏻

pov: eddie helps his sleepy little girl get some rest after a long day 🫶🏻

18+ duh, AFAB!reader, cockwarming, unprotected piv sex, slight somno but not really, cum eating, daddy kink obviously, nicknames (baby, good girl, angel; daddy)

filthy fridays | ask box

your body felt heavy as you trudged through the door and into your apartment, tossing your backpack in the general direction of the hook it normally hung from.

as you slipped out of your shoes, inked arms snaked around your waist, a pair of familiar lips making contact with your neck. "bad day, baby?" eddie asked, your exhaustion apparent on your face.

"mhm," you pouted, swiveling your head to face him. you barely puckered your lips out for a kiss before he caught your drift, his plump lips landing on yours.

he tugged both of you toward the couch, pulling you into him as he hit the cushions. "wanna talk about it?"

you shook your head, allowing yourself to fall into the familiar scent of his embrace. your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, leaving a ghost of a kiss on his soft skin.

he held you like that for a moment, running a hand over your hair, letting you decompress in his arms. his lips met the shell of your ear, nibbling at the spot you loved most.

"you need daddy to fix it, hmm? make you forget all about how bad your day was?" he said in a whisper, finishing his question with yet another soft kiss.

you nodded, the only thing it seemed you could do at that moment. however, eddie, being ever the gentleman, softly demanded, "use your words, please. i won't make you say anything else. just need to know you absolutely want this, ok?"

you gave him a soft smiled, letting out a content sigh. "please, daddy. make me forget today."

he lifted you up from the couch, just long enough to remove your pants and undies, kissing a trail up your leg and ending at your now sensitive clit.

you shook your head, your legs squeezing shut around him. "uh-uh," you tutted, and he met you with confused eyes.

"what is it, baby? let daddy know what you need," he cooed, placing a hand softly on your thigh.

"need you," you answered softly, struggling to get the words out. "wanna sit on your cock."

without hesitation, he slid out of his jeans and boxers, before pulling both of you back down onto the sofa. "good girl, always telling me what you want."

he tugged at your hips, helping you settle on his cock, your mouth falling open as he eased into you. you fell onto his chest, your walls spasming as his dick bottomed out.

"you need daddy to fuck you to sleep?" he asked before leaving a peck on your forehead. "or are you good like this?"

"this," you answered, your arms resting over his shoulders as you lay your head on his chest, a smile appearing on your lips as you basked in the closeness.

one of his hands rested on your butt while the other sat on your hip, rubbing soft circles into the bare skin. he pulled your top over your head before peppering your shoulder with kisses. "such a good girl," he whispered against your collarbone, "keeping daddy's cock all warmed up. could never get tired of holding you like this, baby."

his lips wandered across every inch of exposed skin he had access to, leaving open-mouthed kisses in all the places he knew you loved most. his hand moved from your hip, his fingertips gliding up and down your back, taking the time to memorize every freckle, every mole, and every divot of your spine.

you weren't sure how much time had passed when your eyes started to slowly fall closed, and you weren't sure you could stay awake for much longer. not that you'd need to, though. with eddie, you were safe, and you were home. he'd protect you no matter the cost, because you were his girl.

"you ok like this, baby?" he inquired again, his lips meeting your skin for the millionth time.

slowly, you shook your head, your lips falling into a pout once more.

"what's wrong?" his lips pecked at your collarbone again.

through nearly closed eyes, you whispered, "want daddy to fuck me to sleep."

he smiled softly, holding your hips tightly. "gonna flip us, ok? daddy's not gonna hurt you. promise."

with that, you nodded your head as he flipped the two of you over, his large, tatted body hovering over you, and your head sinking back into the cushions.

he slowly pulled out, and the friction felt so nice that you almost came right then. his lips met the crook of your neck as he slid back into you, eliciting the softest moan from your lips.

"feel good, baby?" he asked, suckling on your sensitive skin.

you nodded, reaching for his hand ever so lightly. you didn't even need to say the words—since he already knew what you wanted—before he interlaced his fingers with yours, pushing your hand against the sofa.

he fucked into you slow and sweet, and before you knew it, you were fluttering around him, your orgasm washing over you like a wave of relief. your eyes slowly closed, and the last thing you felt before you fell asleep was his dick twitching inside of you, on the brink of his own release.

"sleep tight, baby," he smiled against your forehead, holding back a string of profanities as he spilled inside of your hole. "such a good girl, angel."

he removed himself, and even in your sleep, you pouted at the emptiness. he chuckled to himself before his mouth met your cunt, licking up every last bit of his cum, nearly becoming hard again as your body squirmed in your sleeping state.

he pulled his pants back on before hovering over you again, leaving one last peck on your hairline, and pulling your favorite throw blanket over your dreaming body. "sweet dreams, daddy's sleepy girl."

-> taglist: @rupsmorge @dungeons-are-too-cold @esoltis280

[steelycunt]

Hi! Can I ask top 5 chocolate bars? Double deckers got be on there, right?

hello my love! certainly xx although while i do like a double decker im afraid they didnt quite make the cut...

5 -> toblerone. delightful. mightve been higher on the list had i not only just remembered it existed. beating bars such as classic plain cadburys, crunchie, peanut butter kitkat and white dairy milk to take the last spot. not the sort of thing you can justify buying yourself as a snack, unfortunately. too expensive. a toblerone has to be passed onto you, like an heirloom or something.

4 -> kinder white bueno. the fact that they give you two in a bar...whats better than finishing one half and knowing youve got the other bar still to eat. infinitely sweeter than if it were to just be one big bar. im also including happy hippos on this rung because theyre practically the same thing.

3 -> galaxy cookie crumble. have they discontinued this? i can never find it anymore. it wouldnt surprise me every chocolate i love is under constant threat of discontinuation it seems. but they still sell that rank caramel one which is just pure runny caramel in the chocolate. who wants that? over cookie crumble? fucking no one, mate. pisstake.

2 -> those little reeses peanut butter wafer things? they come in a pack of two theyre life chocolate over wafer and peanut butter? fucking fit but so hard to come by. theyre better than the cups be serious. the only place i know ill get them is the second closest petrol station to me. we dont often have reason to stop there.

1 -> white chocolate maltesers (discontinued as of 2014). i know technically they aren't a chocolate bar but theyre still worth mentioning because the alternative is that they are lost from society's collective memory and i wont allow that to happen. white maltesers existed and they brought me joy and they were taken from me. i am the man, i suffered, i was there.

[moon-simmers]

INTERNATIONAL WOMANS DAY

Today is a day to commemorate the figure and history of women that was so much displaced and ignored over the centuries. I as a cis man must accompany from a secondary place.

For my part I want to show more about the history of my country and I thought it was good to share Important and iconic women of Latin American history, specifically Argentina.

Mariquita J. P. Sánchez de Thompson. 1786-1868

Daughter of the Buenos Aires aristocracy, remembered in the Argentine tradition as the "Great National Hostess" for her gatherings where the National Anthem was sung for the first time in her home. He refused an advantageous marriage to marry his cousin, his entire story could be a novel by Jane Austen.

She managed for women to reflect on topics forbidden to them at that time. She embraced freedom, celebrated the revolution of 1810, defended education for women and was part of the Society of Beneficence of Buenos Aires.

Felicitas A. G. Guerrero. 1846-1872

She is the most dramatic murder story in Argentine history. She married for convenience when she was 18 and her husband 50.. At only 25 years old, she became an extremely wealthy widow, owner of large fields in the province. Her youth, beauty and heritage made her one of the most desired women of the time.

Enrique Ocampo was from a well-known aristocratic family and was attracted to her although Felicitas never took an interest in him. She met Samuel Sáenz Valiente, who would be her fiancé in 1872. A big engagement party was held at the Guerrero family home. The young woman was intercepted in her bedroom by Ocampo.

Unable to persuade her to marry, he drew a gun on her. She wanted to leave the room and when she turned around she was shot in the back and fell to the floor. There are two versions of what happened next: They say that Ocampo committed suicide and another that Felicitas' brother and cousin killed him.

Cecilia Grierson. 1859-1934.

She was the first female doctor in Argentina. Teacher, doctor, tireless educator, she was a pioneer in the field of obstetrics, kinesiology, first aid diffusion and much more.

From a family of Scottish immigrants, at 14 years old she had to take care of a rural school that his mother had to open to support the whole family. In 1874 when a friend became ill, Cecilia wanted to find the remedy to cure her of a chronic disorder.

Armed with an iron will, she was admitted to medicine and graduated in 1889. She worked at the San Roque Hospital where she was a gynecologist and obstetrician but not a surgeon, a specialty that was denied because she was a woman, despite having the qualification to practice that specialty,

Julieta Lantari. 1873-1932

She was the first woman to vote in Argentina and Latin America. Founder of the National Feminist Party, she was a banner in the struggle for women’s rights.

She was the first woman to enter and graduate from the Colegio Nacional de La Plata, exclusively for boys. In 1896 he applied to the dean of the Faculty of Medicine for a degree and graduated from pharmaceuticals in 1898. She denounced the inhuman conditions of women workers, demanded the right to divorce, pursued equal rights at all levels, political, legal, labor and civil.

She was the first woman candidate for deputy in Argentina, for the National Feminist Party. although by law she could't accede to the position. She promised to fight to sanction maternity leave, to grant a child allowance, etc.

María Angélica Barreda. 1882-1963.

She was the first lawyer in Argentina. At the age of 23, she graduated as a lawyer from the Faculty of Legal and Social Sciences in 1909. She wasn't allowed to practice as a lawyer because they thought she had a capitis deminutio, (a decrease in capacity by nature,because she was a woman.)

Persons with authority were against her. At that time there was no law that could defend it, invoked in self-defense the Constitution which guarantees the freedom to learn without discrimination according to gender. The Supreme Court eventually authorized her to enroll and swear as a lawyer.

She was an activist in the struggle for women’s rights and participated in the Association of Argentine University Women. One of his many phrases was: "You can not go back to destroy a conquest. The woman has won her position and no one can hinder her passage".

Amalia Celia Figueredo de Pietra. 1895-1985.

She was the first female aviator in Latin America. She was born in Santa Fé, Argentina. At the age of 19 he moved near the Villa Lugano airfield, where he met the famous aviator Jorge Newbery with whom he made his first flight. He scored in May of that year at the San Fernando School of Aviation.

In September 1914 he attempted a first exam but had an accident. It is said that 48 hours before he was loosened the tensioners of his plane, so being seventy meters high he lost control but managed to descend slowly. In October she showed what she knew how to do. With a fluency that surprised the examiners. Amalia became the first female pilot in Argentina and South America. At that time, there was hardly any lady driving in the streets.

In 1916 he married Alejandro Pietra and from there he devoted himself to the raising of children. Although she was widowed in 1928, she had been in charge of her two children. She never left the aeronautical activity.

Finlandia Pizzul. 1902-1987.

She was the first female architect of Argentina in 1929. Filandia, like other pioneering women in the profession, was very active in the Central Society of Architects. According to her the woman was more prepared for the domestic architecture, however she worked and was director of areas of public agencies that were not dedicated to the housing, also projected hospitals

Among other positions she held were Director General of Workshops and Conservation of the Ministry of Public Health of the Nation and Director General of Conservation of the Ministry of Public Works of the Nation.

"The woman is well aware of the needs of the household. She knows perfectly what are the indispensable needs, what aesthetics; it is she who spends most of the hours inside her house. The man is a character of the callus"

Victoria Ocampo 1890-1979

R. Victoria E. Ocampo was an Argentine writer, essayist, translator, editor, philanthropist and patron. She published books such as La laguna de los nenúfares. was one of the great protagonists of the culture of the Twentieth Century.

She transgressed the borders imposed on women throughout her life, inaugurating a space of freedom unprecedented in the society of her time. She founded in 1931 the magazine Sur. From its pages he spread the works of the great creators and intellectuals of Argentina and the world.

She voiced her voice in the face of injustices and persecutions of all kinds, encouraged discussions and projects aimed at encouraging dialogue between cultures, fought for gender equality, tolerance and peace in a world convulsed by violence.

[julietas-basil]

hey i have a request is okay if you dont want to write it it was just some stupid idea put okay here" julieta and agustin getting cought making out by their children " i know is stupid

Heyy! No problem!

And please no julistín content is forbidden everything is accepted 😌

Agustín was sick...nothing new though,he frequently fell ill it was a usual part of his accident-prone self that the poor man was living through every day of his life. A sneeze echoed across the room accompanied by a long sigh,he huffed in annoyance letting his back slide flatly on the mattress.

That damn fever didn't let him sleep properly, Julieta had to wake up every once in awhile to check on him,lay a warm hand over his forehead,change dried compresses with wet ones... He could just grab secretly an arepa or and empanada and make it out of here,be completely fine,but his wife refused,insisting that it was right for the organism to build immunity gradually...

He turned his gaze to the clock that ticked painfully slow next to his head,the time set read '7.46 pm' It was one Hora before breakfast,he could really relax doing something. That bulge was really affecting his bedtime and since his esposa was already in the kitchen,busy in labor,nothing could help the situation

"Why does it have to be every morning! Díos mío!"

He shrugged in annoyance shifting his hips in the process. It's not that he couldn't take care of himself but he was sick,his bone felt slack and limps too. He needed release and since there was nothing to do he managed to distract himself pinching his sides the younger Adult winced in pain,mumbling under his breath

"Amor?" The door parted slightly,revealing a brown haired woman with a few dusty strands falling over her face. Julieta stepped carefully into the room holding a trail with a boiling stew,a glass of orange juice and a plate with buñuelos and some Huevos Perico.

"Buenos Días,mi cielo" The cook smiled innocently as she managed to skillfully stabilize the disk kicking the door closed with her hips. Agustín exploited the space around him to stand on his back properly "How's my hermosa mujer doing?" Agustín smiled as his esposa places the disk next to their bedstand. Julieta placed bother hands to cup his flushed-from fever-cheeks,leaning just right to kiss on his head

"You let your hair down...you look breathtaking,mi Vida" the bee man bit his lip in mischievousness,allowing his gaze to travel from side to side absorbing the view acting out In front of him,his fingers stroking the wavy ends of her hair. In all of a sudden,broad hands fell on her wide hips pulling them abruptly. Julieta squeaked in surprise as she fell disorderly on his hip. Agustín immediately grabbed his wife into a breathy kiss,who moaned in astonishment at his forwardness

"Is everything alright,mi corazon?" The older woman wandered through his eyes,cluelessly trying to spot any intention after this. He just took her wrist locating it between his thighs,making Julieta gasp in response to his action "Por favor Amor, I can't hold it back. It's been bothering me every day for two weeks now.."

The accident-prone man released his wife's wrist to gently mark his way over her arm,squeezing it lightly " Ay,bueno... ¿qué estás pensando ahora?"

(Ay,well...what are you thinking now?)

The almost Grey-haired man paused for awhile to stare at his wife,a loud gulp filling the -seconds long- silence "a blowjob-" the nurse went to protest again,as disgust overtook her calm features "or your hands and your senos" the tall man whimpered as he stroked the fabric of her pastel blue top's collar. He motioned his head into the cook of her neck,tracing with sloppy kisses

"¡d-de acuerdo!" The brunette woman nearly shouted,moderately shoving his chest backwards on the soft pillows. She groaned in effort of situating her body at his side of the bed. The woman sat casually on her knees and Agustín grinned enthusiastically as he unfastened his buttons aggressively-

"Tente..." the healer's hand impeled him to stop fussing. Instead she positioned herself on her side and lifted his chin to collide their lips into a longing kiss,soon enough her hand brushing from his torso to his abdomen,rubbing in circles before diving under the blankets to grasp his erection

"Mph!" The man bellow huffed in pleasure,rolling his hips towards her hand. Julieta moaned during the kiss in appreciation freeing his pulsating member from its compressive state. Agustín's Hand gripped the sheets underneath,struggling to keep sane as he felt the woman's hand wrap around his penis,kneading his length in twists and squeezes

"Julieta..." the man sighed at last breaking the kiss. His other hand pressing over her cheek in adoration. She sat upright displacing her top so that sagging ivory breasts,rested entirely on her stomach

The oldest of triplets glanced at her esposo who seemed to enjoy the view. A shiver sent down her spine once she felt his hand feeling up her breast,their mouths connecting once again in a moistful kiss-

"¡Papá! I hope today your in the mood cau- DÍOS MÍO MY EYES!" Their youngest girl covered her eyes with both her palms,letting the café can Leche fall on the floor,thankfully for her Casita,managed to catch it in her tiles. The couple tensed quickly covering themselves in what seemed helpful to them.

"Miraboo it's a good way to take care of the Sick!" Agustín shouted in defense of the situation he created. Julieta flushed red smacking his shoulder blade with a 'that's enough' glare. The healer quickly left the bed fixing her skirt,cheeks still blushing hard from both the heat and the embarrassment,while Agustín snored a laugh reaching for his breakfast

"¡Gracias,mi Esposita! Buena trabajo!"

"¡Come Agustín!"

It wasn't long until he heard his wife complain again,he was lucky and doomed. At least he knew that tonight would be different. A wonderful surprise...

[isadomna]

                      The Death of Queen Juana I

                                            12 April 1555

Juana’s last weeks were spent in agonising pain. She habitually took baths with the help of her lavanderas de corp, Catalina and Marina Redonda. But in mid-February, scalding water blistered her skin. Sores developed on her back and buttocks. Lotions were applied but the agony that came with every movement made it difficult to move her and keep her clean. When, after several days, she was forcibly washed and her bedclothes changed, a spot of gangrene was noted on her left buttock. ‘Egyptian ointment’ was applied, but the gangrene spread. Her fesh was cauterised. Feverish, Juana refused to be bled or take medicine. She could not, or would not, move or be moved, and stopped eating.

Juana of Austria went to Tordesillas with several doctors: “I asked her Highness for permission to visit her,” the regent told Charles, “and, although she declined, nevertheless (seeing how much her illness had advanced) I went there and saw her. And because she seemed to feel such agitation (pesadumbre) at my being there, I returned, with her permission [to Valladolid], leaving the necessary surgeons and doctors …” Upset by the visit, the regent asked Borja if he would see the queen again, presumably to try to prepare her for a ‘good’ death. The viaticum (the sacrament of the Eucharist when administered to the dying to mitigate the punishments of purgatory) had to be received with genuine feeling. Honesty was essential. Contrition had to be real. The regent assured Charles that Borja had taken various “buenos religiosos” with him. Yet Borja himself did not, perhaps, feel that this was enough to ward off the demons that had troubled the queen. At the last minute, he turned to one of Salamanca’s greatest philosophers and most authoritative theologians, Domingo de Soto.

Unhappy at being asked to deal at a distance with the queen’s spiritual state, Soto hurried to Tordesillas on the morning of 11 April 1555. He saw Juana first with others, then returned to talk with her alone. Afterwards, he sent a report to royal secretary Vázquez de Molina, informing him that Juana had only hours to live and was unlikely to last the night. But he was satisfed that her judgment was clear—clearer than he had been led to expect. They had spoken together “at great length” and he had been “consoled” by their conversation. She had felt unable to accept (“no esta por”) the Eucharist, but unction might be administered, since this rite was not so demanding. They would, however, need to wait till she began to drift away, “because we fear that with the judgment she has now, because of her honesty (por su honestidad), she will not allow it.”

The viaticum was withheld, in part because the queen was vomiting, but also, perhaps, because of the “honestidad” that Soto mentions. That night, Borja administered extreme unction. Dr Santa Cara reports that Juana made a general confession and admission of having offended God, but this is mentioned neither by Soto nor Borja. According to a later description, possibly concerned to demonstrate the effect on the queen of Borja’s saintliness, she was still alert enough to recite, or partly recite, the creed. When asked if she wished it to be read out she told Borja: “You begin to say the creed and I’ll repeat it after you.” When words failed her, she repeatedly struck her chest. Her eyes fixed on that central icon of contemplation, the image of the suffering Christ, the queen kissed the crucifx he held out to her. Her last reported words, uttered a few hours before her death, were: “Jesu Christo crucificado sea conmigo” (“Jesus Christ crucifed, be with me”). Denia, also present, gave her words as “Jesu Christ crucifed, help me.”  The queen died between six and half past six on the morning of Good Friday, 12 April, in the presence of Soto, Borja, Santa Cara and Denia. At last, the queen’s passion was over.

The absence abroad of many of Juana’s relatives might explain the low-key nature of Queen Juana’s burial at Santa Clara in Tordesillas. Still, the total lack of relatives at the interment of the embalmed body of the proprietary monarch, sovereign mistress and mother and grandmother of emperors and queens, is difficult to explain. Just a small handful of notables attended the rites. Various chaplains and cantors were sent from Valladolid for the ceremony, during which the body, formally recognised by the monteros de Espinosa, was lowered into the vault. The regent requested the holding of obsequies throughout Spain. A funeral ceremony was held at San Benito, Valladolid on 26 May. Grander obsequies were held by Ferdinand at Augsburg and in Brussels, where Charles attended a special ceremony on 25 May. 

In London, the two-day obsequies for “Lady Jane,” whom Queen Mary may have wished to honour not only as aunt but as fellow queen regnant, assumed a special significance. They took place in “great solemnity��� between 17 and 18 June, with Spanish and English nobles walking side by side behind a huge ornamental dome with a gilded canopy. The main event in Brussels was postponed, at King Philip’s request, until he could leave England. Eventually, at two o’clock in the afternoon of 16 September, a long procession made its way from the palace on the Coudenberg to the church of St Gudula. In their midst, a pony, covered with trappings of black velvet bordered with gold, led by Italian trainers and surrounded on four sides by the heralds of Castile, León, Aragon and Sicily, bore a woman’s saddle, embroidered with gold and bearing a cushion on which a magnificent crown sparkled with jewels. Philip was dressed, almost uniquely, in striking black mourning. 

Source:

Gillian B. Fleming, Juana I

[justforbooks]

Enrico Caruso was born on February 25, 1873. He was an Italian operatic tenor. He sang to great acclaim at the major opera houses of Europe and the Americas, appearing in a wide variety of roles (74) from the Italian and French repertoires that ranged from the lyric to the dramatic. One of the first major singing talents to be commercially recorded, Caruso made 247 commercially released recordings from 1902 to 1920, which made him an international popular entertainment star.

Caruso's 25-year career, stretching from 1895 to 1920, included 863 appearances at the New York Metropolitan Opera before he died at the age of 48. Thanks in part to his tremendously popular phonograph records, Caruso was one of the most famous personalities of his day, and his fame has endured to the present. He was one of the first examples of a global media celebrity. Beyond records, Caruso's name became familiar to millions through newspapers, books, magazines, and the new media technology of the 20th century: cinema, the telephone and telegraph.

Caruso toured widely both with the Metropolitan Opera touring company and on his own, giving hundreds of performances throughout Europe, and North and South America. He was a client of the noted promoter Edward Bernays, during the latter's tenure as a press agent in the United States. Beverly Sills noted in an interview: "I was able to do it with television and radio and media and all kinds of assists. The popularity that Caruso enjoyed without any of this technological assistance is astonishing."

Caruso biographers Pierre Key, Bruno Zirato and Stanley Jackson attribute Caruso's fame not only to his voice and musicianship but also to a keen business sense and an enthusiastic embrace of commercial sound recording, then in its infancy. Many opera singers of Caruso's time rejected the phonograph (or gramophone) owing to the low fidelity of early discs. Others, including Adelina Patti, Francesco Tamagno and Nellie Melba, exploited the new technology once they became aware of the financial returns that Caruso was reaping from his initial recording sessions.

Caruso made more than 260 extant recordings in America for the Victor Talking Machine Company (later RCA Victor) from 1904 to 1920, and he and his heirs earned millions of dollars in royalties from the retail sales of these records. He was also heard live from the stage of the Metropolitan Opera House in 1910, when he participated in the first public radio broadcast to be transmitted in the United States.

Caruso also appeared in two motion pictures. In 1918, he played a dual role in the American silent film My Cousin for Paramount Pictures. This film included a sequence depicting him on stage performing the aria Vesti la giubba from Leoncavallo's opera Pagliacci. The following year Caruso played a character called Cosimo in another film, The Splendid Romance. Producer Jesse Lasky paid Caruso $100,000 each to appear in these two efforts but My Cousin flopped at the box office, and The Splendid Romance was apparently never released. Brief candid glimpses of Caruso offstage have been preserved in contemporary newsreel footage.

While Caruso sang at such venues as La Scala in Milan, the Royal Opera House, in London, the Mariinsky Theatre in Saint Petersburg, and the Teatro Colón in Buenos Aires, he appeared most often at the Metropolitan Opera in New York City, where he was the leading tenor for 18 consecutive seasons. It was at the Met, in 1910, that he created the role of Dick Johnson in Giacomo Puccini's La fanciulla del West.

Caruso's voice extended up to high D-flat in its prime and grew in power and weight as he grew older. At times, his voice took on a dark, almost baritonal coloration. He sang a broad spectrum of roles, ranging from lyric, to spinto, to dramatic parts, in the Italian and French repertoires. In the German repertoire, Caruso sang only two roles, Assad (in Karl Goldmark's The Queen of Sheba) and Richard Wagner's Lohengrin, both of which he performed in Italian in Buenos Aires in 1899 and 1901, respectively.

Repertoire

Caruso's operatic repertoire consisted primarily of Italian works along with a few roles in French. He also performed two German operas, Wagner's Lohengrin and Goldmark's Die Königin von Saba, singing in Italian, early in his career. Below are the first performances by Caruso, in chronological order, of each of the operas that he undertook on the stage.

World premieres are indicated with **.

L'amico Francesco (Morelli) – Teatro Nuovo, Napoli, 15 March 1895 (debut)**

Faust – Caserta, 28 March 1895

Cavalleria rusticana – Caserta, April 1895

Camoens (Musoni) – Caserta, May 1895

Rigoletto – Napoli, 21 July 1895

La traviata – Napoli, 25 August 1895

Lucia di Lammermoor – Cairo, 30 October 1895

La Gioconda – Cairo, 9 November 1895

Manon Lescaut – Cairo, 15 November 1895

I Capuleti e i Montecchi – Napoli, 7 December 1895

Malia (Francesco Paolo Frontini) – Trapani, 21 March 1896

La sonnambula – Trapani, 25 March 1896

Mariedda (Gianni Bucceri [it]) – Napoli, 23 June 1896

I puritani – Salerno, 10 September 1896

La Favorita – Salerno, 22 November 1896

A San Francisco (Sebastiani) – Salerno, 23 November 1896

Carmen – Salerno, 6 December 1896

Un Dramma in vendemmia (Fornari) – Napoli, 1 February 1897

Celeste (Marengo) – Napoli, 6 March 1897**

Il Profeta Velato (Napolitano) – Salerno, 8 April 1897

La bohème – Livorno, 14 August 1897

La Navarrese – Milano, 3 November 1897

Il Voto (Giordano) – Milano, 10 November 1897**

L'arlesiana – Milano, 27 November 1897**

Pagliacci – Milano, 31 December 1897

La bohème (Leoncavallo) – Genova, 20 January 1898

The Pearl Fishers – Genova, 3 February 1898

Hedda (Leborne) – Milano, 2 April 1898**

Mefistofele – Fiume, 4 March 1898

Sapho (Massenet) – Trento, 3 June (?) 1898

Fedora – Milano, 17 November 1898**

Iris – Buenos Aires, 22 June 1899

La regina di Saba (Goldmark) – Buenos Aires, 4 July 1899

Yupanki (Berutti)– Buenos Aires, 25 July 1899**

Aida – St. Petersburg, 3 January 1900

Un ballo in maschera – St. Petersburg, 11 January 1900

Maria di Rohan – St. Petersburg, 2 March 1900

Manon – Buenos Aires, 28 July 1900

Tosca – Treviso, 23 October 1900

Le maschere (Mascagni) – Milano, 17 January 1901**

L'elisir d'amore – Milano, 17 February 1901

Lohengrin – Buenos Aires, 7 July 1901

Germania – Milano, 11 March 1902**

Don Giovanni – London, 19 July 1902

Adriana Lecouvreur – Milano, 6 November 1902**

Lucrezia Borgia – Lisbon, 10 March 1903

Les Huguenots – New York, 3 February 1905

Martha – New York, 9 February 1906

Madama Butterfly – London, 26 May 1906

L'Africana – New York, 11 January 1907

Andrea Chénier – London, 20 July 1907

Il trovatore – New York, 26 February 1908

Armide – New York, 14 November 1910

La fanciulla del West – New York, 10 December 1910**

Julien – New York, 26 December 1914

Samson et Dalila – New York, 24 November 1916

Lodoletta – Buenos Aires, 29 July 1917

Le prophète – New York, 7 February 1918

L'amore dei tre re – New York, 14 March 1918

La forza del destino – New York, 15 November 1918

La Juive – New York, 22 November 1919

Caruso also had a repertory of more than 500 songs. They ranged from classical compositions to traditional Italian melodies and popular tunes of the day, including a few English-language titles such as George M. Cohan's "Over There", Henry Geehl's "For You Alone" and Arthur Sullivan's "The Lost Chord".

On 16 September 1920, Caruso concluded three days of recording sessions at Victor's Trinity Church studio in Camden, New Jersey. He recorded several discs, including the Domine Deus and Crucifixus from the Petite messe solennelle by Rossini. These recordings were to be his last.

Dorothy Caruso noted that her husband's health began a distinct downward spiral in late 1920 after he returned from a lengthy North American concert tour. In his biography, Enrico Caruso Jr. points to an on-stage injury suffered by Caruso as the possible trigger of his fatal illness. A falling pillar in Samson and Delilah on 3 December had hit him on the back, over the left kidney (and not on the chest as popularly reported). A few days before a performance of Pagliacci at the Met (Pierre Key says it was 4 December, the day after the Samson and Delilah injury) he suffered a chill and developed a cough and a "dull pain in his side". It appeared to be a severe episode of bronchitis. Caruso's physician, Philip Horowitz, who usually treated him for migraine headaches with a kind of primitive TENS unit, diagnosed "intercostal neuralgia" and pronounced him fit to appear on stage, although the pain continued to hinder his voice production and movements.

During a performance of L'elisir d'amore by Donizetti at the Brooklyn Academy of Music on December 11, 1920, he suffered a throat haemorrhage and the performance was canceled at the end of Act 1. Following this incident, a clearly unwell Caruso gave only three more performances at the Met, the final one being as Eléazar in Halévy's La Juive, on 24 December 1920. By Christmas Day, the pain in his side was so excruciating that he was screaming. Dorothy summoned the hotel physician, who gave Caruso some morphine and codeine and called in another doctor, Evan M. Evans. Evans brought in three other doctors and Caruso finally received a correct diagnosis: purulent pleurisy and empyema.

Caruso's health deteriorated further during the new year, lapsing into a coma and nearly dying of heart failure at one point. He experienced episodes of intense pain because of the infection and underwent seven surgical procedures to drain fluid from his chest and lungs. He slowly began to improve and he returned to Naples in May 1921 to recuperate from the most serious of the operations, during which part of a rib had been removed. According to Dorothy Caruso, he seemed to be recovering, but allowed himself to be examined by an unhygienic local doctor, and his condition worsened dramatically after that. The Bastianelli brothers, eminent medical practitioners with a clinic in Rome, recommended that his left kidney be removed. He was on his way to Rome to see them but, while staying overnight in the Vesuvio Hotel in Naples, he took an alarming turn for the worse and was given morphine to help him sleep.

Caruso died at the hotel shortly after 9:00 a.m. local time, on 2 August 1921. He was 48. The Bastianellis attributed the likely cause of death to peritonitis arising from a burst subphrenic abscess. The King of Italy, Victor Emmanuel III, opened the Royal Basilica of the Church of San Francesco di Paola for Caruso's funeral, which was attended by thousands of people. His embalmed body was preserved in a glass sarcophagus at Del Pianto Cemetery in Naples for mourners to view. In 1929, Dorothy Caruso had his remains sealed permanently in an ornate stone tomb.

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[oxiosa]

This is the ask for you to endlessly rant about the capri AU in case you decide to. I’m dying for that au

LMAO THAT SETTLES THEN TUMBRL RANT IT IS

Ok so the universe is pretty much just a mush of the Cisplatine War (with some historical changes) + some Capri elements I kindly borrowed from Mrs. Pacat. So it is a bit of a mess between historical fiction and fantasy. I’ll start setting some of the fic foundations universe and history wise before I jump into current events, get comfy ‘cause this is gonna get LONG

Martín is the only Heir to the Argentinean Crown. He takes his role as prince quite seriously; he wants to make his father and his country proud. His people love him unconditionally, but it is more a star-struck sense of deep admiration. They see him high up on this unreachable golden pedestal like some sort of knight in a shiny armour with a choir of angels behind him.

Luciano is the Heir to the Brazilian Crown, but unlike Martín he is not an only child. He is the oldest male son, but he has siblings – I only have Angola as his far-more-competent older sister in mind at the moment, but I’m particularly interested in giving him younger siblings (lusofam stans hit askbox pls). Luciano is far more relaxed about his prince role, which makes him far more approachable than Martín. As expected, this makes him very popular among his people, who have a very dear fondness over their young kind handsome prince.

Sebastián is the son of the Duke of Uruguay, so no, he’s not Martín’s brother by blood but actually his cousin. They were raised together and have a very close bond, which is why they think of each other in terms of brothers. Sebas had a bit of rocky life; he spent most of his childhood with Martín, until Brazil occupied Uruguay and he and his family were taken as prisoners by the Empire. Since they were royalty, it was a privileged captivity, it’s not like they threw them into dungeons, they just weren’t allowed to leave the palace or contact Argentina. During those years, Sebastián met Luciano and they became close friends. Eventually Argentina reclaimed Uruguay and Sebastián and his family returned to Buenos Aires.

Daniel is there too, somewhere somehow. I’m not sure what his role would be, but he is Martín and Sebas’ cousin too. He is younger than Tincho and older than Sebas, but since his mother was the late King’s youngest sister, Sebas goes first in line of succession.

Francis is part of French aristocracy, so he’s just there hanging around, assisting parties and charming people, just living the life. He likes to mingle with Royalty of all sort, so he frequents both Argentina’s and Brazil’s courts and has known both Luciano and Martín since they were children. He likes to consider himself some sort of cool uncle to the Crown Princes.

Argentina is a monarchy I very dramatically called the United Provinces of the Kingdom of Argentina because a fancy mouthful of a name really suits us. However, they still have many elements of the structure of a democracy, so it’s less like the old days monarchies and more like a modern era one. Argentina is also a fairly new country, so their monarchy is only a couple of generations long, which makes them a little green to other royalty’s eyes. When Luciano calls them “a shitshow”, he is not entirely wrong, as Argentina is a very young nation with a court filled with people who can’t seem to agree on anything and like to scream at each other. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental :)

Brazil is a monarchy too, but it is waaaaaaay older than Argentina. It remounts many generations back, Luciano’s family has been in the throne for centuries. This allows Brazil’s royal family to have a sense of superiority over Argentina’s (as in “we already were kings while you all were a bunch of mongrels fighting each other trying to unify a country”), but it also makes them far more traditional and rigid. It is the old school take on monarchy in contrast with “progressive innovative” Argentina’s.

Slavery is legal in Brazil, and that includes sex slaves. In contrast, Argentina finds the concept of slaves abhorrent and instead prefers the “most civilized” approach of pets (courtesans of either sex who have contracts with wealthy masters/mistresses).

Brazil considers Argentina a pit of treacherous back-stabbing snakes, and Argentina considers Brazil an Empire of backward savages (a la Akielos vs Vere).

The Cisplatine War (Southern/Eastern Bank War in the fic) is also a little different. Argentina and Brazil have been disputing the dukedom of Uruguay for decades. As I already explained with Sebas, the war happened when Argentina marched in and reclaimed Uruguay from Brazil’s rule, which of course led to an armed conflict between the two kingdoms.

During this war, Martín and Luciano had barely turned 18, and Sebastián was 14. Both Martín and Luciano were allowed to participate in the war, both in meetings and in battle, but it was a tightly supervised participation. Both the King and the Emperor wanted to have their Heirs taste war without actually risking them, so they were sent out sporadically and heavily guarded, usually to smaller easier battles or just kept on the tamest combat zones.

The Sebastián incident was something that shook both countries to the core at a national scale, and that is because Argentina and Brazil have very different version of what occurred.

To the Argentinean public, Luciano was a dishonourable sadist who saw a defenceless child caught in the middle of a battle and stroked them down – and not just any child, but one of their princes nevertheless. Martín had to watch his brother fight death and struggle to recover. Luciano irrevocably ruined Sebas’ life, crippled an otherwise healthy boy.

To the Brazilian public, Sebastián’s presence in the battlefield was no mistake but a despicable Argentinean rouse. Why else was he wearing the Crown Prince’s armour? The Argentineans disguised a child like their Prince and sent him into battle in his sake hoping no one would notice, that’s the only conclusion. Sebas was Luciano’s dear friend, so you can imaginae Lu’s pure horror the moment he realised he stabbed his friend. In Luciano’s eyes, Martín was too much of a coward to fight his own battles and sent a child double instead.

At the end of the day, the truth everyone is too angry to hear from Sebas’ very lips is he just wanted to talk to Luciano, see if Lu could convince the Emperor to stop this senseless war. Sebas had tried convincing Martín to talk to his father for months, but Tincho wouldn’t listen, so Sebas slipped into Martin’s armour and rode out. He was caught in the middle of a Brazilian attack by accident, and found the end of Luciano’s sword.

Sebastián almost didn’t survive Luciano’s attack. The injury was really bad, rehabilitation was hard, and it took a heavy toll on his health; one of his legs is mostly useless (he has a slight limp he is very good at hiding and most people don’t know about), and never seemed to recover his physical strength and stamina, so his muscles are rather weak. He holds no grudges over Luciano, and wishes Martín didn’t either.

Hopefully that is enough world building and now I can finally start talking about the fic’s current events :’D

At the moment, Uruguay is part of Argentina, but Brazil has the perfect opportunity to attack and take it back now that the King and Prince of Argentina are gone.

Martín’s father died shortly after Tincho was taken captive. Sebas’ father would be the next in line, but since he died somewhere along the years between the War and current events, this would make Sebastián the new King if it wasn’t because he’s underage - still one year from 21.

The Emperor of Brazil is alive, but very sick. And by sick I mean he is being poisoned. Probably. I’m not sure yet. The Empress consort is alive though, and knows something is up; the Argentinean King’s sudden death, his Heir’s “disappearance” and her husband mysterious illness are extremely suspicious.

UK is the only behind the Argentinean coup. So far I don’t really have much motivation other than “Argentina and UK had a very bad relationship and it would be in the UK’s best interest if Argentina had a new King who hasn’t a prideful hot-headed member of the House of Hernández”. Still a wip as you see.

Remember I said Francis mingles with royalty of all sorts? Well, he has more info on everyone than he knows what to do with, so much dirt on everyone. He heard of the coup while he was back at the Brisith court, and tried to help Martín how he could. The original plan was to murder the Crown Prince as well, but Francis managed to slip in and orchestrate everything behind everyone’s back so Martín would end up as some nameless slave in Rio de Janeiro. Francis has no side really, he just wants the best for his two favourite “nephews”.

Luciano recognised Martín the moment he saw him. Not only did he recognised his face, but also his physical similarity with Sebastián confirmed his identity. The Empress noticed too, and forbid Lu from killing Tincho much to his chagrin. They will follow Francis plan and hide their enemy from the people trying to kill him until they figure what is going on and whom they can trust.

That doesn’t mean Luciano will play fair with his new “toy”. His mother said “no killing”, but she never said “make sure he is comfortable and happy and well cared for”.

Martín doesn’t get Damen’s flogging scars, but he does get something arguably worse (in the long run at least). The first order Luciano gives out concerning his new slave is that as Royal property, he needs to be branded. As painful as it is, it is quick and requires little recovering, but Martín now carries the Imperial Coat of arms seared into his skin and that humiliation burns deeper than flesh.

As the new Crown Prince, Sebastián eventually pays Luciano a visit with the pretext of peace talks to avoid a new war, but mostly because he has his own suspicions. He knows Martín and doesn’t buy that rumour that he run away, something must have happened to him. Luciano listens and doesn’t mention he currently has Martín collared and cuffed as his slave in his very palace. After all, his mother said not to tell anyone and maybe he likes Sebastián better in the throne.

Martín does try to reach Sebastián when he hears Argentina’s new heir is in Rio, but he doesn’t get as much as watch from afar, unable to reach him and let him know he is alive and right here.

I really don’t have much of the plot, but of course they’ll have to work together and learn to trust each other and eventually fall in love, and there would be a lot of tension and denial and eventual tenderness, we all know the drill uvu

[daylight-asylum]

So who’s a stable patient? I’ve only seen Dr. Herman Carter and Mr. Macmillan over here, where are the other patients to be exact?

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Can you follow me please? Lets go to the living where you can see and identify them, they have been very calm today.

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Puedes seguirme por favor? Vamos al living donde podrás verlos e identificarlos fácilmente, han estado muy callados hoy.

Here. Well, it's not like the patients are fully critical or stable, tho some of them tend to be more active than others… It's more like, “Whos stable this day” or even “Who is stable this shift”, they all fluctuate between both stages, tho some do more than others....

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Bueno, no es tan simple, no es como si los pacientes fueran completamente críticos o estables, aunque algunos tienden a ser más activos que otros… Es más como, “Quien está estable hoy” o hasta “Quien está estable este turno”, todos varían de estado, aunque unos varían más que otros... 

For example, the ones who tend to be more often aggressive and are dressed in the A.A Uniform are:

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Por ejemplo, los que tienden a ser agresivos y frecuentemente usan el uniforme AA son:

Herman Carter is one of them. He has strong delusions and anger problems, his schizophrenia makes him very volatile and at times hard to handle… Its so sad what happened to him… Could you believe he used to be the main doctor in this asylum? Ah, but that's a story for another day…

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Herman Carter es uno de ellos. Tiene delirios muy fuertes y problemas de ira, su esquizofrenia hace que sea muy volátil y difícil de manejar… Es tan triste lo que le ocurrió… Puedes creer que el antes era el doctor jefe del asilo? Ah, pero esa es una historia para otro día...

We also have Evan McMillan, he has Intermittent Explosive Disorder… He has been doing great progress, but he still is hard to manage when his anger gets out of control, that's what brought him here, once his father got old and ill, he was responsible of taking care of him… But I guess the responsibility was too much and he snapped and killed him in the middle of an argument… It's still a mystery to me why he is here and not a prison, but i'm glad, he is ill and needs help…

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También tenemos a Evan McMillan, él tiene el trastorno explosivo intermitente… Él ha hecho buen progreso, pero es difícil de manejarlo cuando su ira sale de control, eso es lo que lo trajo aquí, cuando su padre se volvió un hombre mayor y frágil, el era el responsable de cuidarlo… Pero supongo que la responsabilidad fue demasiado y un día se enfurece y lo mata en medio de un argumento… Es un misterio porque está aquí y no en una prisión, pero creo que es mejor, está enfermo y necesita ayuda....

Sally is hard to determine, i’d say she is often in both uniforms, sometimes she makes progress, but sometimes she backtracks a lot, her PTSD is quite strong, giving her paranoia and other hard hitting symptoms… Like Herman, she also worked here, it's a good thing the huge remodeling we made in this place, or else she wouldn't be able to recover…

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Sally es difícil de describir, yo diría que usa en igual medida ambos uniformes, a veces hace mucho progreso, pero otras veces retrocede mucho, su síndrome post traumatico es muy fuerte, le dan ataques de paranoia y otros síntomas difíciles… Como Herman, ella también solía trabajar aqui, que bueno que re-modelamos este lugar, de otra manera no creo que podría recuperarse aquí...

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On the more stable side, we have other two patients who tend to wear the N uniform, being the easiest to handle and care for even in strong emotional states:

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Los más estables son dos, ellos casi siempre usan el uniforme N, siendo los más fáciles de cuidar y manejar incluso cuando sus emociones se alteran:

Philip Ojomo is, so far, the only patient who is here because he wanted to. He admitted himself in after an accident occurring in his workplace… Cops came and everything but he was allowed to stay. He never talks about anything, so I don't know the details of what happened, maybe Nea does… Well, he has both schizotypal and depressive symptoms, he has great trouble communicating with others, specially with us, he prefers to be alone and frequently escapes the asylum to bring leaves and tree branches, lucky he always comes back... But other than that he behaves very well…

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Philip Ojomo es, hasta ahora, el único paciente que está aquí por voluntad propia. El vino a internarse después de un accidente en su trabajo… La policía vino y todo pero lo dejaron quedarse. El nunca habla mucho, asi que no conozco los detalles, pero quizás Nea si… Bueno, el tiene síntomas de depresión y el trastorno esquizotípico de personalidad, tiene muchas dificultades comunicándose con otras personas, especialmente nosotros, prefiere estar solo y frecuentemente escapa del asilo para traer hojas y ramas, por suerte siempre vuelve… Pero además de eso he porta muy bien.

And lastly we have Max Thompson Jr, his case is so sad… He was found alone in an abandoned farmhouse, apparently it was owned by his parents, but it was never known what happened to them. He showed big signs of neglect coming from his childhood, which is sad considering he is an adult now. He has the “Peter pan syndrome”, he talks about how his family never loved him, and how badly he wants a real childhood...

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Y bueno, tenemos por último a Max Thompson Jr, su caso es tan triste… Fue encontrado solo en una granja abandonada, parece que sus padres eran los dueños, pero nunca se supo que paso con ellos. Tenía muchos signos de sufrir negligencias en su infancia, lo cual es triste al ver que es un adulto y aún se le nota. El tiene el “Síndrome de Peter Pan”, siempre está hablando de cuánto su familia lo odiaba y sus deseos de tener una infancia de verdad…

[t100ficrecsblog]

an interview with @elora-lane  (she/they) content warning: mentions of mental illness and past physical injury

what are you working on right now? what’s something you’d like to write one day? 

Right now, I am working on a Bellarke A/B/O period fic called Surely, You Must Know. I am also working on my Bellarke for BLM Prompts. The first one was posted a couple weeks ago, and I have a bit written for my Bellarke improv/roommates au, and the Josie/Bellamy Bellarke fic (where Bellamy goes through the wringer with an abusive Josie, and Clarke is there to help him heal). 

Something I’d like to write one day... I have a book idea about a genderfluid, bisexual individual based in the early 1820s. The main character (she/her, they/them) was born female and finds herself ostracized after she kisses her best friend (a female), when her friend says she is going to school elsewhere. It takes place over years, and involves the main character falling in love, her love being killed in front of her, having a child and ending up with the very same friend who couldn’t accept her own sexuality (the best friend is a lesbian). 

I’m not sure If I’ll get around to writing it, but I have it all planned out and the characters already live in my mind.  

what is the fanwork you’re most proud of?  Hmm... that’s honestly very difficult for me to answer because I’m rarely happy with my writing in the long term. But I’d say I’m proud of The Governor’s Daughter, which was written for Garcy (timeless, Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston). I had a three-part story planned out for this fic, but I’ve since gotten so absorbed with Bellarke that I changed the ending so it wouldn’t torture fans. But in the original ending the main character is pregnant when she is kidnapped, and her husband is recovering from a gunshot wound himself, when shots are fired in her home. 

The main character leaves thinking everyone she loves is dead. 

I was rather proud of the fic because it’s the longest thing I’ve written- and I don’t write long works. Beyond that, it was about two individuals who should never have met. But did and fell in love despite all odds. In the story not everything is as it seems. I did a lot of research for it and wonder if I got it right (the language probably needs some work). I sorta get obsessed with research, although I know it’s not perfect. 

The Bellarke work I’m most proud of is probably How Not to Quarantine. I went into it wanting to write something smutty. But it became a bit deeper than that and dealt with issues of battling societal norms, sexism toward both women and men, and miscommunication. 

why did you first start writing fic?  I got inspired by Garcia Flynn and Lucy Preston from Timeless. I got inspired by the idea of time travel, and how the future is never as it seems. I’ve always written poetry, and very short stories. But fan fic has been my first time really writing stories with somewhat significant plotlines. I wanted to fill a plot hole, and well... I haven’t stopped writing since. 

Another aspect of it was that I was new mom and unemployed. I have twins who are toddlers now. But when I first started writing I had horrible post-partum depression and anxiety that lasted two years. Writing helped me funnel all of that and be the new mom I needed to be. The lovely comments and encouragement I got from fandom friends played a part in keeping me on the road to recovering from my worst depressive episode. 

what frustrates you most about fic writing?  Honestly, not to sound mellow-dramatic, but me. I frustrate myself. 

I’ve mentioned it a little bit, but I had a few head injuries and I have bad ADHD. It’s a lot better than it was when I first started writing about two and half years ago. I would revisit my works and there were so many errors and things that just didn’t make sense. After my last head injury (I fell 8ft on concrete right onto the back of my head about eight years ago), I would write papers that made sense to me in the moment, and then my instructor would show me what I wrote, and it was just totally jumbled up nonsense- some of it wasn’t even words. Needless to say, I had to drop out of college. 

So, as frustrating as it is, I’m proud of myself for continuing to write enough to retrain my brain (of course, it also healed, and anti depressants helped my brain chemistry realign). I still make errors and my brain gets tired quickly on some days, but I’ve come a long way. Grammarly is a huge help, too! 

what are your top five songs right now?  Oh boy. I totally blame @star-sky-earth for the first three... here is a list. 

Body by SYML

Touch by Sleeping at Last

Let Me by ZAYN

Bulletproof Weeks by Matt Nathanson

Nashville by Noah Gundersen

That was so hard to decide, thank you for the challenge!

what are your inspirations (books, songs, other fic, really good cake?)?  Music is huge for me. I’m very sensitive to the mood that music puts me in. A good tune can help me think of an entire plotline. Usually, it’s the music in a movie and the visuals that inspire me, and rarely the dialogue. 

Anything by Jane Austen is inspiring for my Bellarke ABO period fic. My fav JA book is Northanger Abbey, but I rewatched the film version of Mansfield Park, Emma, and Sense and Sensibility (the BBC three-parter) all in one night! 

Bonus note: the new Emma has a really good kiss scene that is just 100%... Muy Bueno. Loved it. ed’s note: the new Emma film is very good

what first attracted you to Bellarke? what attracts you now? Well, frankly I was attracted to Bellarke fic before I liked them in the show. But some of the Modern AUs and some of the Canon Divergent AUs have power dynamics that really get me. I love fics where one of them is a king/queen or boss, and it takes time for them to fall in love, but the one with the power is gracious and caring and uses that to help the other. Even if it takes a while to get there, I guess kindness and compassion attract me. As does conflict resolution. To me, conflict is worth it if it gets a good resolution. 

I also like other themes like loyalty, perseverance, transformation, epiphany and absolution. 

In the show, season six hooked me. 

BESIDES Bellarke, what character or pairing do you like best on t100?  I’m gonna answer this from a fic writer perspective. Honestly, I’d love to see season six Echo continue the road to absolution and end up with Gabriel (I mean, it’s a pipe dream, but Gecho, c’mon...). I’m okay with where she is in season seven, because I can’t control it. But it’s not what I would have done. 

Roan/Echo is fav of mine. 

I also would have loved to see Gina and Raven. Or more Gina/Bellamy. I really liked Gina. 

As far as 100% actual ships, I liked Linctavia. I do like season seven, too. Although it feels like a totally different show. 

why did you decide to start writing for bellarkefic-for-blm?  I decided to because it allows me to use something unique for the good of others. I try for the most part to help others.

what’s your writing process like?  Chaos. 

Writing for me is like cracking open a coconut. It’s tough to get there, but once you do it doesn’t stop. And if you hit it too hard, the stuff just goes all over the place. 

what are some things you’d like to recommend?  In general? Umm... Calm Magnesium drink, it’s super relaxing. Like last night I started having all this anxiety and drank some. It calmed me down enough to sleep (also listened to the sound of a snowstorm and crackling fire). 

I also recommend introspection and reflection. If you do that a lot, I recommend art or writing. Life is all about balance.

You can find @elora-lane here on Tumblr, or at their ao3 here. Request a fic written by her over at @bellarkefic-for-blm.

[roccinan]

I’m one of those people who will literally die if they don’t write in chronological order, but I really wanted to type this part out before I forgot. No idea when this will come out, but here’s a section from towards the end of the Reincarnation AU

                                                        XXX

The mist fogged overhead, a familiar coat of dread enveloping the river’s head. Felipe blinked, for once taking in the sight of death. He should have been used to this by now. But he had never been. He understood that now. Now, as he listened to the moans of passing souls, the distant song of grieving mortals, and the unending cry of a crow in the air, he thought-

I want to live. I need-

The boat creaked beneath his feet. Behind him, the oar dug into his back, sharp and cold. One push and he would fall into the Styx, an eternity of ice and water below. But the shadow of shore beckoned, and Charon’s voice crept into his ear:

“It’s time.”

Felipe shuddered. I want to live, he thought, that one notion cutting through every ounce of despair and fear. He wanted to live. He wanted to live. More than ever before, he needed to live.

So he turned, and gulping in air, looked into Charon’s face, meeting the hollow eyes of the ferryman’s skeletal face. Perhaps for the last time.

“No,” he said, “please, I-”

The boat rocked. And Charon spoke, lips unmoving, “You had your chances. You were granted enough. Now- it’s time to move on. Farewell-”

But when the boat swayed once more, Felipe refused to jump. He pushed past the oar, and on his knees, clutched the ferryman’s robe. He clung to Charon’s fabric, itself the texture of sand and dust. Time sifting through his finger cracks. But Felipe clung on. 

“I was a fool!” he cried, Charon’s face blurred by the salt of tears, “I was a fool! Please- allow me this, one more life- one more-”

“I cannot.”

“You must!” He let the sob sound out, no qualms to be had. “I need to see him. I was a fool- if you let me, I’ll do anything you ask- please- please-”

Bones brushed away his tears, a skeleton’s hands come to cup his cheeks. Charon held his jaw, head tilting to look Felipe in the eye.

“You speak of Gaius?” 

And Felipe laughed. Yes. Gaius, who had stood between him and the soldier’s sword. Gaius, who had died bleeding in his arms. 

“Tristan,” Felipe whispered.

Tristan who had loved the sea, who had followed him through desert and forest and paid the price for a rotten whim. 

“Eduardo,” he said, “all of them. So long as it’s him.”

Eduardo, who had left him in the theatre. Eduardo, who had come to his wedding and wished him well. Eduardo, whose grave lay rotting in the snow.

“This is all I want,” he said, “to see him again. Please, please grant me this.”

Charon regarded him, silent. Then slowly, he nodded.

                                                           XXX

“This time, I don’t ask for wealth.”

Andres dragged himself upwards, hissing at the skinned knee. He spat at the ground, saliva tinged with red, and flicking the blood away from his nose, looked to what he’d managed to keep. He knelt by the dumpster, the flickering street light some poor company in the dark.

He counted the coins, a far cry from what he’d initially procured. Certainly not enough to pay for mother’s treatment. But there was always tomorrow. He grinned. Yes, tomorrow and the day after. And he wouldn’t be caught. He would make sure of it. He was fourteen. And he swore then, that when he was forty, he would be rolling in coins.

“I don’t ask for love.”

He chased romance, perhaps more for the thrill than the pleasure. Perhaps a lesser man would have thought at that point, “I don’t deserve love.” But Andres had always been, if nothing else, a confident thing. Women, he came to know, were fickle creatures. But beautiful creatures.

So he carried on, dancing through weddings and spinning his heart like a game of roulette. A lesser man would have wondered if he was even capable of feeling love. But Andres, as always, shut that voice away and laughed on as he proposed to his third wife. And he kept laughing until she too left him in the end.

“I don’t ask for health.”

Six clinics, ten consultations. A unanimous positive that he was afflicted with his mother’s illness. Three years, Andres was told, five, eight perhaps, with the help of luck. 

But he had never been a lucky man. And he knew living to see fifty was too much to ask. He felt the aches first, a steady pain that grew into an acute numbness which stole away everything- appetite, desire, strength. And faced with the end so close, Andres did the only he could: he laughed.

“I only ask for him,” Felipe said, smiling into Charon’s gaze, “a life by his side.”

Andres had been only been to Buenos Aires twice in the past. This time, however, he had no ‘business’ to care for. It was freeing then, to enjoy the city for what it was. Of course, it was easy to enjoy anything when one had the money.

He relaxed against the counter, scanning the hotel bar for the umpteenth time. Pity, he thought. There was no one to catch his eye, or better yet, fill the void that she’d left. It was just as well. Sergio had told him to clear his head, and he supposed he was doing just that.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Andres started. Raising a brow, he looked to the man who’d slid up beside him. A local, no doubt, judging by the accent. He was not an unattractive man, far from it, in fact. And when he smiled, it was as if the devil himself had blessed his face. He would have been a pleasure to paint, with sea blue eyes and carefree teeth.

Andres returned that smile with a slipping grin. The stranger was confident, he could tell, and for that, he admired him. But those bright eyes were casting him a look he knew far too well, one that spoke of benevolence and something more-- desire, of the most naked sort.

“I like women, you see,” he told the man, a gentle taunt in his words.

If anything, the stranger’s grin brightened. “You like women so much that you’d refuse a free drink?”

And because that had been the very last thing Andres expected to hear, he crossed his legs and laughed, a hearty chuckle that rattled his chest. 

“Let’s compromise,” he said then, “I’ll buy you a drink first- what shall I call you?”

Charon handed him the bowl of stone. Felipe held it on his hands, above his head, upwards as he felt the weight of water within. Then he put it to his lips. 

The River Styx tasted like nectar first, then the most bitter of roots, and then nothing at all. Felipe thought of eyes the color of sea and a gap-toothed grin. Gaius, Tristan, Eduardo-- and as the last of the water entered his throat, those names faded to smoke on his tongue. And then, there was nothing he could recall.

“Martin Berrote,” the Argentine said.

His grin stretched. “Andres de Fonollosa.”

[justforbooks]

Sir Stirling Moss, F1 great, dies aged 90

He was content to be known, he often said, as the man who never won the world championship: a way of distinguishing him from those of lesser gifts but better luck who had actually succeeded in winning motor racing’s principal honour. But it was the manner in which Stirling Moss, who has died aged 90, effectively handed the trophy to one of his greatest rivals that established his name as a byword for sporting chivalry, as well as for speed and courage.

It was after the Portuguese Grand Prix on the street circuit at Oporto, the eighth round of the 1958 series, that Moss voluntarily appeared before the stewards to plead the case of Mike Hawthorn, threatened with disqualification from second place for apparently pushing his stalled Ferrari against the direction of the track after spinning on his final lap. Moss, who had won the race in his Vanwall, testified that his compatriot had, in fact, pushed the car on the pavement, and had thus not been on the circuit itself. Hawthorn was reinstated, along with his six championship points. Three months later, when the season ended in Casablanca, he won the title by the margin of a single point from Moss, who was never heard to express regret over his gesture.

Such sportsmanship had become part of his appeal, along with the devil-may-care charisma formerly associated with Battle of Britain fighter pilots. His public image was enhanced by his willingness to invite feature writers and TV cameras into his town house in Shepherd Market, the district of Mayfair in central London where he lived, even when married, in a kind of bachelor-pad splendour amid a panoply of hi-tech gadgets.

The aura continued to surround him long after an accident on the track truncated his career at the age of 32, when he was still in his prime. The sight of Moss, in his later decades, entering the paddock at a race meeting, accompanied by his third wife, the effervescent and indispensable Susie, never failed to draw shoals of fans, photographers and journalists keen to hear his opinion on the latest controversy.

He loved to fight against the odds, and the greatest of his Formula One victories, at the wheel of an obsolete, underpowered Lotus-Climax, came in 1961 at Monaco and the Nürburgring, two circuits that placed the highest demands on skill and nerve. Those wins could be set alongside the epic victory in the 1955 Mille Miglia and the historic triumph in the 1957 British Grand Prix at Aintree, when he and Tony Brooks became the first British drivers to win a round of the world championship series in a British car, prefacing a long period of British domination.

Before his retirement as a professional driver in 1962 he had competed in 529 races, not counting rallies, hill climbs and record attempts. He won 212 of them, an extraordinary 40% success rate. Of the 66 world championship grands prix he entered between 1951 and 1961, he won 16, a ratio unfavourably distorted by early years spent in uncompetitive British cars and by a pronounced share of mechanical misfortune.

He was born to parents who had met at Brooklands, in Surrey, the great cathedral of pre war British motor racing. His father, Alfred, was a descendant of a family of Ashkenazi Jews known, until the end of the 19th century, as Moses. A successful dentist, Alfred Moss also possessed a passion for motor sport, and competed at Brooklands in the 1920s; while studying in the US, he entered the Indianapolis 500, finishing 16th. His wife, Aileen (nee Craufurd), was the great-great-niece of “Black Bob” Craufurd, a hero of the Peninsular war in the early 19th century; an equestrian, she also entered races and rallies in her own three-wheeled Morgan.

When their son was born they were living in Thames Ditton. Two years later, after the birth of a daughter, Pat, they moved to a large house in Bray, Berkshire, called Long White Cloud. Both children rode horses competitively from an early age (Pat was to become a champion horsewoman and rally driver). Stirling, educated at Clewer Manor prep school and Haileybury, Hertfordshire, neither enjoyed nor excelled at academic work. It was at Haileybury that he was subjected to antisemitic bullying for the first time.

He was nine when his father bought him an old Austin Seven, which he drove in the fields surrounding Long White Cloud. At 15 he obtained his first driving licence and, with £50 from his equestrian winnings plus the proceeds from the sale of the Austin, bought his own Morgan. It was followed by an MG (in which he was discovered by Aileen Moss while attempting, aged 17, to surrender his virginity to one of his father’s dental receptionists) and then, in the winter of 1947-48, by a prewar BMW 328. This was the car with which he entered his first competition, organised by the Harrow Car Club, winning his class.

Resistant to the lure of dentistry, he worked briefly as a trainee waiter at various London establishments. But motor racing was where his heart lay, and for his 18th birthday his father bought him a Cooper-JAP, powered by a 500cc motorcycle engine, with which to compete in the new Formula Three series. After a couple of good performances in hill climbs, he entered and won his first single-seater race on the Brough aerodrome circuit in east Yorkshire on 7 April 1948.

Ruled out of national service by bouts of illness, including nephritis, Moss was soon a regular winner against fierce competition and before long he was making occasional trips to races in Italy and France. In May 1950, when a race was held in support of the Monaco Grand Prix, he set the best practice time, won his heat and then won the final.

As his reputation grew, he was approached in 1951 by Enzo Ferrari, who offered him a car for a Formula Two race at Bari, as the prelude to a full contract for the following season. Moss and his father made the long journey down to Puglia, only to discover that the only Ferrari was reserved for another driver, the veteran Piero Taruffi. No explanation was offered and Moss’s fury at such treatment led to a lasting rift and a special sense of satisfaction whenever he managed to beat the Italian team, particularly in a British car.

A victory in the 1954 Sebring 12-hours, sharing the wheel of an OSCA sports car with the American driver Bill Lloyd, opened the season in which he made his international breakthrough. Deciding to take the plunge into Formula One, he and his manager, Ken Gregory, first offered his services to Mercedes-Benz, then on the brink of a return to grand prix racing. When the German team politely indicated that they thought he needed more experience, Gregory and his father negotiated the purchase of a Maserati 250F, the new model from Ferrari’s local rivals.

No racing driver can have invested £5,500 more wisely. Moss and the 250F bonded instantly, and he was soon winning the Aintree 200, his maiden Formula One victory. By the time he entered the car for the German Grand Prix, he was being supported by the official Maserati team, which had recognised his world-beating potential. At Monza that September he was leading the Italian Grand Prix and looking a certainty for his first win in a round of the world championship when an oil pipe broke with 10 laps to go.

Mercedes had taken note, however, and signed him up for 1955, as No 2 to the world champion, Juan Manuel Fangio. Although neither spoke the other’s language, a warm respect grew between them. At Aintree, having won three of the season’s first four races and assured himself of a third world title, Fangio took his turn to sit in the slipstream as Moss became the first Briton to win his home grand prix.

In 1955, too, Moss won the Mille Miglia, the gruelling time trial around 1,000 miles of Italian public roads, in a Mercedes 300SLR sports car. During two reconnaissance runs his co-driver, the journalist Denis Jenkinson, prepared a set of pace notes that were inscribed on a roll of paper, held on a spindle inside a small aluminium box. As they charged from Brescia to Rome and back, Jenkinson scrolled through the notes and shouted instructions to the driver. They completed the course in 10 hours and seven minutes, at an average speed of 97.95mph – a record that stands in perpetuity, since the race was abandoned after several spectators were killed two years later.

When Mercedes bowed out of Formula One at the end of 1955, Moss returned to Maserati while Fangio went to Ferrari. Moss won at Monaco and Monza, finishing runner-up to Fangio in the championship for the second time in a row. However he had always hoped to win grands prix in a British car, and for 1957 he was happy to accept an invitation to drive a Vanwall, a Formula One car built by the industrialist Tony Vandervell at his factory in Acton, west London.

At Aintree, after a patchy start to the season, he fell out of the lead with a misfiring engine. Taking over the car of his team-mate Brooks, who was still suffering from the effects of a crash at Le Mans, he resumed in ninth place and eventually took the lead with 20 laps to go after the clutch of Jean Behra’s Maserati disintegrated and a puncture delayed Hawthorn’s Ferrari. More conclusive were the subsequent victories at Pescara and Monza, when the British car and its driver beat the Italian teams on their home ground.

After Fangio’s retirement in 1958, Moss became his undisputed heir. When Vanwall did not attend the first race of the year, in Buenos Aires, he was allowed to drive a little two-litre Cooper-Climax entered by his friend Rob Walker and, through a clever bluff involving pit stops, managed to beat the Ferraris. Back in the Vanwall, he won the Dutch, Portuguese and Moroccan grands prix, but was again condemned to second place in the final standings, this time behind Hawthorn.

Vandervell was so distressed by the death of Stuart Lewis-Evans, the team’s third driver, in Morocco at the end of the season that he withdrew his cars during the winter, leaving Moss without a drive for 1959. The solution was to form an alliance with Walker, the heir to a whisky fortune, whose Cooper-Climax would be looked after by Moss’s faithful mechanic, Alf Francis, a wartime refugee from Poland. The dark blue car suffered from unreliability until late summer, when Moss took it to victories in Portugal and Italy.

Moss and Walker remained in partnership for 1960, but a fine victory in Monaco with a new Lotus-Climax was followed at Spa by a bad crash during a practice session, the car losing a wheel at around 140mph and hitting a bank with such force that the driver suffered two broken legs, three crushed vertebrae and a broken nose. To general astonishment he was back at the wheel inside two months, winning his comeback race in a Lotus sports car.

In 1961 his virtuosity overcame the limitations of Walker’s ageing Lotus and its four-cylinder engine. Twice he outran the V6 Ferraris of Wolfgang von Trips, Phil Hill and Richie Ginther, first in a mad chase at Monaco and then, on a wet track, at the 14-mile Nürburgring. He was at the height of his powers and the only problem was to find cars good enough to match his brilliance.

Before the start of the 1962 season Enzo Ferrari offered to supply his latest car, to be run in Walker’s colours. Old resentments were cast aside and Moss accepted this rare invitation. But an accident at Goodwood, at the wheel of a Lotus, meant that it was never put to the test.

No conclusive evidence has ever emerged to explain why, on that Easter Monday, his car went straight on at St Mary’s, a fast right hander, and hit an earth bank. It took 40 minutes to cut his unconscious body out of the crumpled wreckage.

The outward signs of physical damage – severe facial wounds, a crushed left cheekbone, a displaced eye socket, a broken arm, a double fracture of the leg at knee and ankle, and many bad cuts – were less significant than the deep bruising to the right side of his brain, which put him in a coma for a month and left him paralysed in the left side for six months, with his survival a matter of national concern.

After lengthy treatment, convalescence and corrective surgery, he started driving on the road again. And in May 1963, a year and a week after the accident, he returned to Goodwood, lapping in a Lotus sports car for half an hour on a damp track. When he returned to the pits, it was with bad news. The old reflexes, he believed, had been dulled, and without that sharpness he could only be an ex-racing driver. In the fullness of time, he came to regret the decision. Had he postponed it a further two or three years, he felt, his recovery would have been complete and, at 35, he might have had several seasons at the top ahead of him.

Instead he occupied himself with his property company. There was also the well remunerated business of being Stirling Moss, constantly in demand for commercial and ceremonial events. He participated in races for historic cars, taking advantage of a special dispensation that allowed him, and him alone of all the world’s racing drivers, to ignore modern safety regulations by competing in his old helmet and overalls and doing without seat-belts.

He celebrated his 81st birthday by racing at the Goodwood Revival; a few months earlier he had fallen 30ft down the lift shaft at his Mayfair home, breaking both his ankles. Towards the end of 2016, however, he fell ill during a trip to the far east. After several weeks in hospital in Singapore he was flown home to London and his withdrawal from public life was announced.

Always enthusiastic in his pursuit of what, refusing to abandon the vernacular of racing drivers of the 50s, he referred to as “crumpet”, he was married three times. The first marriage, in 1957, was to Katie Molson, the heir to a Canadian brewing fortune; they separated three years later. In 1964 he married Elaine Barberino, an American public relations executive, with whom he had a daughter, Allison, in 1967, and from whom he was divorced the following year. He married Susie Paine, the daughter of an old friend, in 1980; their son, Elliot, was born later that year.

Appointed OBE in the 1959 new year’s honours list, and named BBC sports personality of the year in 1961, he was knighted in 2000.

He is survived by Susie and his children.

• Stirling Craufurd Moss, racing driver, born 17 September 1929; died 12 April 2020

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** SINOPSIS ** El Emperador de China emite un decreto para reclutar a un varón por cada familia que deberá servir en el Ejército Imperial para defender al país de los invasores del Norte. Hua Mulán, hija única de un condecorado guerrero, se presenta para evitar que su anciano padre sea llamado a filas. Se hace pasar por un hombre, Hua Jun y se somete a todo tipo de pruebas. Para conseguirlo deberá apelar a su fuerza interior y sacar a la luz todo su potencial. Se trata de una aventura épica que la transformará en una guerrera laureada que la hará merecedora del respeto de todo un país y motivo de orgullo para su padre. La película es protagonizada por Liu Yifei, con Donnie Yen, Jason Scott Lee, Yoson An, Gong Li y Jet Li en papeles secundarios.

Género: Drama, Acción, Bélica, Fantasía

Estrellas: Liu Yifei, Donnie Yen, Gong Li, Jet Li, Jason Scott Lee, Yoson An

Personal: Chris Bender (Producer), Bina Daigeler (Costume Design), Grant Major (Production Design), Harry Gregson-Williams (Original Music Composer), Niki Caro (Director), David Coulson (Editor)

País: China, United States of America

Idioma: English, 普通话

Estudio: Walt Disney Pictures, China Film Group Corporation, Good Fear, Jason T. Reed Productions, Bioskopin21

Duración: 116 minutos

Calidad: HD

Lanzamiento: Sep 04, 2020

IMDb: 3.1

Críticas: Voy a empezar diciendo que ha sido la mayor decepción que he visto en los Live Action de Disney. Tiene cosas de la película original. Hay cosas nuevas que están bien pero tiene muchas cosas malas.Le falta ritmo, no ponen las canciones, quitan personajes míticos como por ejemplo a Mushu, Li Shang y al más importante a Shan Yu. La banda sonora está bien pero le falta más potencia en los momentos importantes. La fotografia es excelente. La actuación de Liu Yifei está genial lo mejor de la película. El malo es muy flojo ni comparación con la cinta del 98. Otra cosa que no me gusta es el exceso del tema de Reflejo que se repite demasiadas veces. Apenas tiene humor cosa que era esencial en la de dibujos. El ave Fénix sale dos veces y para eso quitan a Mushu. Seguimos con más fallos la familia no se llama Fá ahora se llama Hua. A veces se hace lenta y cortan cosas de la original (Os contaré en Spoilers). Si esta película sido 90% fiel al film del 98 y el 10% restante con estas pequeñas cosas nuevas le hubiera puesto un 9 o 10. La mala ni si quiera nos dice de donde viene (O al menos eso recuerdo). Las tomas de acción están bien rodadas. Apruebo la película porque tiene buenos efectos, fotografía y es entretenida.

En resumen, Mulán es un producto aceptable, por los pelos. Es muy inferior a la película animada, debido a unas cuantas decisiones narrativas bastante cuestionables y a su escasísimo impacto emocional, lo cual es la tónica habitual en los remakes de la casa del ratón. Si te gustan los otros intentos del estudio de traer sus pelis de los 90 a la acción real, pues igual te gusta este, ya que al menos a mí no me parece el peor de todos ellos (a menos, claro está, que lo que te eche para atrás sea el alegato feminista, que claro que está ahí, pero es que vamos a ver, ya estaba muy presente en la original, ¿de verdad alguien pensaba que en 2020 ese mensaje no iba a aparecer multiplicado por cinco?). Eso sí, no creo que merezca la pena pagar 22 euros por ella, y menos aún para verla en tu casa.

>>>>>>>> One World: Together At Home <<<<<<<< Basic protective measures against the new coronavirus Stay aware of the latest information on the COVID-19 outbreak, available on the WHO website and through your national and local public health authority. Most people who become infected experience mild illness and recover, but it can be more severe for others. Take care of your health and protect others by doing the following:

Wash your hands frequently Regularly and thoroughly clean your hands with an alcohol-based hand rub or wash them with soap and water. Why? Washing your hands with soap and water or using alcohol-based hand rub kills viruses that may be on your hands.

Maintain social distancing Maintain at least 1 metre (9 feet) distance between yourself and anyone who is coughing or sneezing. Why? When someone coughs or sneezes they spray small liquid droplets from their nose or mouth which may contain virus. If you are too close, you can breathe in the droplets, including the COVID-19 virus if the person coughing has the disease.

Avoid touching eyes, nose and mouth Why? Hands touch many surfaces and can pick up viruses. Once contaminated, hands can transfer the virus to your eyes, nose or mouth. From there, the virus can enter your body and can make you sick.

ractice respiratory hygiene Make sure you, and the people around you, follow good respiratory hygiene. This means covering your mouth and nose with your bent elbow or tissue when you cough or sneeze. Then dispose of the used tissue immediately. Why? Droplets spread virus. By following good respiratory hygiene you protect the people around you from viruses such as cold, flu and COVID-19.

If you have fever, cough and difficulty breathing, seek medical care early Stay home if you feel unwell. If you have a fever, cough and difficulty breathing, seek medical attention and call in advance. Follow the directions of your local health authority. Why? National and local authorities will have the most up to date information on the situation in your area. Calling in advance will allow your health care provider to quickly direct you to the right health facility. This will also protect you and help prevent spread of viruses and other infections. Stay informed and follow advice given by your healthcare provider Stay informed on the latest developments about COVID-19.

Follow advice given by your healthcare provider, your national and local public health authority or your employer on how to protect yourself and others from COVID-19. Why? National and local authorities will have the most up to date information on whether COVID-19 is spreading in your area. They are best placed to advise on what people in your area should be doing to protect themselves.

auge medios veto difusos derribado muchas empresas alquiler Vetoses BlockbLes Vetoster. En julio 2019, artículo New York Times publicó sobre serie SerLess DVD-Video Netflix. Dijo que Netflix continúa sus 5,3 millones suscriptores, caída significativa respecto al año anterior.

Por otro lado, su servicio transmisión Vetoss tiene 65 miembros. estudio Vetosrs 2016 evaluó “el impacto reproducción películas tradicional MovieRental”, descubrió encuestados compraban las Vetossi grandes mías, incluso JaLes Vetosis.

ya difuso conquistó Vetosrché. Al Vetoes, espectadores encontraron fuera muy diferente entre línea. preguntas sintieron necesitaban mejorar incluían funciones avance rápido retroceso rápido, así búsqueda.

señala diferente. sector solo aumentará tiempo, mientras ingresos por publicidad aumentan cada todo sector, lleva producción contiene Vetoes. Mire Blu-ray “Human Lost 2019” Bluray Tears está codificada directamente desde disco 1080p 720p (dependiendo fuente disco) use códec x264.

Se pueden extraer discos BD25 BD50 (o UHD alta resolución, ejemplo, Human 2019). BdRips provienen están codificados resolución baja (es decir, 576p 480p). Un BRRip codificado HD (típicamente 1080p) transcodifica SD. Matthias Maxime 2019 Movie BD DVDRip lugar estética silenciosa Parte II, importa, codificación proviene mejor fuente.

BRRips tienen SD, BDRips variar 2160p 1080p, siempre tengan origen. FullBDRip transcodificación puede evolucionar dirección opuesta para codificación. Silent Part II reducir resoluciones SD transcodificar. códecs XviD x264 (generalmente 700 MB 1,5 GB, DVD5 DVD9 pl A, silencioso, grande, 4,5 GB u 8, 4 GB), tamaño varía Según longitud versiones, cinta Álex también superior. Lugar silencioso probablemente usa

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Ver Mulán La pelicula completa Sub español Mulan  La Película (Mulan  en Estados Unidos) es una próxima película para televisión basada en Mulan  que se lanzará exclusivamente en formato digital el 8 de junio de 2020 y se emitirá en Español Network en el verano de 2020. Se anunció por primera vez el 30 de mayo de 2019.

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● Ver Mulán pelicula completa en Chille — REPELIS ● Ver Mulán pelicula completa en español latino en línea ● Ver Mulán La pelicula completa Sub español ● Ver Mulán pelicula completa en español latino pelisplMulán ● Ver Mulán pelicula online en castellano ● Ver Mulán película completa en español Dublado ● Ver Mulán pelicula completa en Chillena ● Ver Mulán pelicula completa en español latino repelis ● La película Mulán Estreno en Chile ● Ver La película del Mulán en línea en Chile [REPELIS] ● Ver Mulán pelicula completa con audio latino

** SINOPSIS ** El Emperador de China emite un decreto para reclutar a un varón por cada familia que deberá servir en el Ejército Imperial para defender al país de los invasores del Norte. Hua Mulán, hija única de un condecorado guerrero, se presenta para evitar que su anciano padre sea llamado a filas. Se hace pasar por un hombre, Hua Jun y se somete a todo tipo de pruebas. Para conseguirlo deberá apelar a su fuerza interior y sacar a la luz todo su potencial. Se trata de una aventura épica que la transformará en una guerrera laureada que la hará merecedora del respeto de todo un país y motivo de orgullo para su padre. La película es protagonizada por Liu Yifei, con Donnie Yen, Jason Scott Lee, Yoson An, Gong Li y Jet Li en papeles secundarios.

Género: Drama, Acción, Bélica, Fantasía

Estrellas: Liu Yifei, Donnie Yen, Gong Li, Jet Li, Jason Scott Lee, Yoson An

Personal: Chris Bender (Producer), Bina Daigeler (Costume Design), Grant Major (Production Design), Harry Gregson-Williams (Original Music Composer), Niki Caro (Director), David Coulson (Editor)

País: China, United States of America

Idioma: English, 普通话

Estudio: Walt Disney Pictures, China Film Group Corporation, Good Fear, Jason T. Reed Productions, Bioskopin21

Duración: 116 minutos

Calidad: HD

Lanzamiento: Sep 04, 2020

IMDb: 3.1

Críticas: Voy a empezar diciendo que ha sido la mayor decepción que he visto en los Live Action de Disney. Tiene cosas de la película original. Hay cosas nuevas que están bien pero tiene muchas cosas malas.Le falta ritmo, no ponen las canciones, quitan personajes míticos como por ejemplo a Mushu, Li Shang y al más importante a Shan Yu. La banda sonora está bien pero le falta más potencia en los momentos importantes. La fotografia es excelente. La actuación de Liu Yifei está genial lo mejor de la película. El malo es muy flojo ni comparación con la cinta del 98. Otra cosa que no me gusta es el exceso del tema de Reflejo que se repite demasiadas veces. Apenas tiene humor cosa que era esencial en la de dibujos. El ave Fénix sale dos veces y para eso quitan a Mushu. Seguimos con más fallos la familia no se llama Fá ahora se llama Hua. A veces se hace lenta y cortan cosas de la original (Os contaré en Spoilers). Si esta película sido 90% fiel al film del 98 y el 10% restante con estas pequeñas cosas nuevas le hubiera puesto un 9 o 10. La mala ni si quiera nos dice de donde viene (O al menos eso recuerdo). Las tomas de acción están bien rodadas. Apruebo la película porque tiene buenos efectos, fotografía y es entretenida.

En resumen, Mulán es un producto aceptable, por los pelos. Es muy inferior a la película animada, debido a unas cuantas decisiones narrativas bastante cuestionables y a su escasísimo impacto emocional, lo cual es la tónica habitual en los remakes de la casa del ratón. Si te gustan los otros intentos del estudio de traer sus pelis de los 90 a la acción real, pues igual te gusta este, ya que al menos a mí no me parece el peor de todos ellos (a menos, claro está, que lo que te eche para atrás sea el alegato feminista, que claro que está ahí, pero es que vamos a ver, ya estaba muy presente en la original, ¿de verdad alguien pensaba que en 2020 ese mensaje no iba a aparecer multiplicado por cinco?). Eso sí, no creo que merezca la pena pagar 22 euros por ella, y menos aún para verla en tu casa.

>>>>>>>> One World: Together At Home <<<<<<<< Basic protective measures against the new coronavirus Stay aware of the latest information on the COVID-19 outbreak, available on the WHO website and through your national and local public health authority. Most people who become infected experience mild illness and recover, but it can be more severe for others. Take care of your health and protect others by doing the following:

Wash your hands frequently Regularly and thoroughly clean your hands with an alcohol-based hand rub or wash them with soap and water. Why? Washing your hands with soap and water or using alcohol-based hand rub kills viruses that may be on your hands.

Maintain social distancing Maintain at least 1 metre (9 feet) distance between yourself and anyone who is coughing or sneezing. Why? When someone coughs or sneezes they spray small liquid droplets from their nose or mouth which may contain virus. If you are too close, you can breathe in the droplets, including the COVID-19 virus if the person coughing has the disease.

Avoid touching eyes, nose and mouth Why? Hands touch many surfaces and can pick up viruses. Once contaminated, hands can transfer the virus to your eyes, nose or mouth. From there, the virus can enter your body and can make you sick.

ractice respiratory hygiene Make sure you, and the people around you, follow good respiratory hygiene. This means covering your mouth and nose with your bent elbow or tissue when you cough or sneeze. Then dispose of the used tissue immediately. Why? Droplets spread virus. By following good respiratory hygiene you protect the people around you from viruses such as cold, flu and COVID-19.

If you have fever, cough and difficulty breathing, seek medical care early Stay home if you feel unwell. If you have a fever, cough and difficulty breathing, seek medical attention and call in advance. Follow the directions of your local health authority. Why? National and local authorities will have the most up to date information on the situation in your area. Calling in advance will allow your health care provider to quickly direct you to the right health facility. This will also protect you and help prevent spread of viruses and other infections. Stay informed and follow advice given by your healthcare provider Stay informed on the latest developments about COVID-19.

Follow advice given by your healthcare provider, your national and local public health authority or your employer on how to protect yourself and others from COVID-19. Why? National and local authorities will have the most up to date information on whether COVID-19 is spreading in your area. They are best placed to advise on what people in your area should be doing to protect themselves.

auge medios veto difusos derribado muchas empresas alquiler Vetoses BlockbLes Vetoster. En julio 2019, artículo New York Times publicó sobre serie SerLess DVD-Video Netflix. Dijo que Netflix continúa sus 5,3 millones suscriptores, caída significativa respecto al año anterior.

Por otro lado, su servicio transmisión Vetoss tiene 65 miembros. estudio Vetosrs 2016 evaluó “el impacto reproducción películas tradicional MovieRental”, descubrió encuestados compraban las Vetossi grandes mías, incluso JaLes Vetosis.

ya difuso conquistó Vetosrché. Al Vetoes, espectadores encontraron fuera muy diferente entre línea. preguntas sintieron necesitaban mejorar incluían funciones avance rápido retroceso rápido, así búsqueda.

señala diferente. sector solo aumentará tiempo, mientras ingresos por publicidad aumentan cada todo sector, lleva producción contiene Vetoes. Mire Blu-ray “Human Lost 2019” Bluray Tears está codificada directamente desde disco 1080p 720p (dependiendo fuente disco) use códec x264.

Se pueden extraer discos BD25 BD50 (o UHD alta resolución, ejemplo, Human 2019). BdRips provienen están codificados resolución baja (es decir, 576p 480p). Un BRRip codificado HD (típicamente 1080p) transcodifica SD. Matthias Maxime 2019 Movie BD DVDRip lugar estética silenciosa Parte II, importa, codificación proviene mejor fuente.

BRRips tienen SD, BDRips variar 2160p 1080p, siempre tengan origen. FullBDRip transcodificación puede evolucionar dirección opuesta para codificación. Silent Part II reducir resoluciones SD transcodificar. códecs XviD x264 (generalmente 700 MB 1,5 GB, DVD5 DVD9 pl A, silencioso, grande, 4,5 GB u 8, 4 GB), tamaño varía Según longitud versiones, cinta Álex también superior. Lugar silencioso probablemente usa

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