#but brazil had the portuguese so like how did this happen???

[ryuusei-niu]

I want to talk about Leo and spanish, because I see a lot of "bilingual Leo" that doesn't make much sense.

Soooo, let me start with this: Leo was not born in a country that speaks Spanish. And only his family talked Spanish. Therefore he would know what the language is like.

But let's not forget that he lives in a place where people speak English.

Well, let me explain this theory based on my life:

I'm argentinian but my mother is Brasilian. Since I was little, Portuguese was spoken in my house. Portuguese was my first language because we were moving to Brazil and I spoke fluent Portuguese until I was 6 years old. But then we stayed at Argentina. So, I had a lot of problems because I did understand Spanish, but I had a lot of mispronunciation and I mixed words between Spanish and Portugues. Over time I had to adapt to speaking Spanish full time, almost completely forgetting Portuguese. Nowadays I'm almost 19 and I haven't spoken Portuguese for years, but there are a lot of words that I thought my whole life were Spanish and weren't.

Based on Leo's story, he might be similar to me in this stuff.

Having said this, let me tell you situations that happen to me with Portuguese that I think would happen to Leo with Spanish:

He forgot how to form complete sentences in Spanish. And even when he tries to relearn Spanish, it is difficult for him and he can't speak or write things in Spanish.

He almost completely understands if someone speaks Spanish to him, though. Maybe he would miss some words but he understands a lot reading or hearing.

He has Spanish words that he always thought were English.

"And then we went to the ferretería and... Why are you looking at me like that... I said something in Spanish again, didn't I?" "Yeah, you did."

Piper and Jason got used to it and know the words he always gets confused.

And there are other words that he refuses to say in English, probably the most common ones, just because he likes how it sound at Spanish.

So whenever he needs to talk about it, he asks Jason or Piper to do it for him.

"I want the... Jason, fresa" "Strawberry flavor, please" "Thank u so much, man"

There are a lot of words that sound funny in English because they resemble words in Spanish

"I'm embarrassed." "You're embarazaste?" "...Yes?" "Wow, Frank, what are you going to name the baby?" "I hate you very much."

Mispronunciations everywhere. But it's something that happens some days. But when it happens it is horribly noticeable.

I mean, he does speak English very well. But sometimes...

SOME LETTERS ARE REALLY DIFFICULT TO HIM SOMETIMES.

People bullied him when he started school because he mispronounced some letters. Like R.

(I think he would have the opposite problem than me, since I was pronouncing the r very soft or as a j without meaning to because in some Portuguese words it sounds like that. So I guess he would have a very strong R.)

Sometimes he would get angry with his mother for instilling Spanish in him so much and that's why the kids make fun of him for talk like that.

Now he miss that his mother speak in Spanish to him.

"DIOS MÍO.", "POR DIOS, JASON", "CHIN", "CARAJO", "JESÚS, MARÍA Y TODOS LOS SANTOS".

Sometimes he says a lot of things in Spanish and makes it seem like he knows how to say them but in reality he used the translator.

"is that a Spanish dictionary...?" "*Kick it under the bed* No, of course not, why would I have one? I know Spanish, muy bueno. Mucho."

"It's very plane." "What? It is not a plane, Leo." "Yeah it is? Like, It is not curved, it has no disturbances. Plane surface." "FLAT, LEO." "NO WAY IT IS THAT. THEN WHAT DOES PLANE MEAN?!#@+$-1(?!"

Now he understands why people looked weirdly at him when he said plane.

He also forget words in Spanish and remember them in English. When this happens he stares at the space and feels his whole soul had lost its essence.

'espanish'

As Spanish speaker, it's very difficult to say 'isn't'. #Team It is not.

"Taired. Terid. Teerid. Tarid. Tæ—" "Tired." "That thing."

"you know, the— the thing. El coso. The coso of the cosito of the cosa—" "You forgot in Spanish too, right?" "Shut up."

SONGS. MEXICAN SONGS THAT HIS MOTHER LISTENED BECAUSE HIS GRANDFATHER LISTENED BECAUSE THEM MAKE HIM REMEMBER HIS HOME.

He doesn't know most of this song, he never listen to this song like, wanting to. They were on the radio, or a CD that his mother was playing while working. But he has those songs on his soul and he recognizes most of them. He even knows how to sing them even if he didn't read the lyrics.

(I'm not Mexican, so please I want Mexican people to make a playlist of which songs he would know. Please I need to know)

He sometimes hears Nico speaking in Italian and for a moment he is there processing because he thought it was Spanish.

(also, this whole thing could apply to Nico and Italian).

[royalarchivist]

Pac: Oh yeah, we were kidnapped once. Mike: Yeah, Pac and I, we were kidnapped. Fit: What?! Mike: Together. Pac: Yeah, together. Fit: You were kid- like actually? No joke, you were kidnapped?

Here's Pac and Mike's entire kidnapping story, since the version Pac told during yesterday's Halloween event was incomplete (and pretty tame).

[ Complete Transcript ↓ ]

Pac: Mike, have you ever been robbed?

Mike: Yeah. Yeah, I think.

Pac: Oh yeah, we were kidnapped once.

Mike: Yeah, Pac and I, we were kidnapped.

Fit: What?!

Mike: Together.

Pac: Yeah, together.

Fit: You were kid- like actually? No joke, you were kidnapped?

Pac: [Pac and Mike cheer] Was so cool Fit, was so cool that day.

Mike: Pac almost got his finger shot.

Pac: Yeah, they almost shot in our van- actually, they shot near our van, right? But they missed it for a few inches.

Mike: So we had these shows called- I'm going to explain the whole history.

Pac: Here we go!

Mike: We have these shows called Tazercraft Party when we go all over the state of Brazil.

Fit: Yeah?

Mike: And once we are heading to this city, and it was like 3am. And we have to arrive there early to make our show, to prepare the scenery, to prepare the stage.

Fit: Oh, I see, yeah yeah.

Mike: And then we were like on this van, really late in the night, and then we heard a gunshot. And then a car just crossed in front of our van, stop at the van, and entered two guys armored with guns and with that- uh...

Pac: Wearing balaclavas, Fit! Wearing balaclavas.

Mike: Yeah yeah. And they said like, "Everyone stay quiet. I'm going to take you-"

Pac: [Interrupts him with rapid-fire Portuguese, imitating what the kidnappers said, and Mike joins in with him]

Fit: Wow.

Mike: And then they took us to like a really far away place on the road was really dark and the moon was shining like the sun. And then they told us to put the hands against our hats and just wait until they took all the baggage and luggage. They even took our shoes!

Pac: Yeah!

Mike: And I had this Smartwatch that I bought like one- two days ago. And it got stolen too. We lost everything! We lost everything. Our cell phones, our luggage. But it was in a really sketchy place. \

Pac: Yeah, in the middle of nowhere!

Mike: Yeah, it was literally in the middle of nowhere.

Pac: [Cheerfully] But yeah, Brazil is pretty cool, you know, you should come!

Fit: [Laughs] Oh god.

Mike: There's this famous streamer- there's this famous streamer that plays LoL that he didn't want to give his baggage, his luggage, to the bandits. And one of the bandits said to Pac, "Hold the locker," that he's going to shoot the locker up open.

Pac: Yeah, but it was like, a small locker you know, and he was just going to fire at my fingers, you know. And I completely lost my mind you know, like, "Hey, hey! You're- you're going to make me lose a finger! Don't do that!" And you know, I could smell the gunpowder from his gun because he just fired it.

Mike: This motherfcker. He didn't want to get the keys off his luggage. I hate him.

Pac: [Laughing] Yeah. At the end, I didn't lost the fingers, and you know- Brazil is the BEST. Fit, please come to Brazil! [Cheers]

Mike: Brazil Fit!

Pac: It's going to be alright, it's gonna be alright! Alright alright.

Fit: That's- that's probably the most casual retelling of a kidnapping story I've ever heard. That's insane.

Pac: We used to call this a "Lightling McQueen" kidnapping it because it was really fast. We were kidnapped for 2 - 3 hours you know. Not a long time. So it was a lighting McQueen kidnapping.

Mike: Yeah...

Fit: Oh, I see. So wait, hold on– I'm still stuck on this kidnapping story. So wait- how long ago did this happen?

Pac: Three years, Mike?

Mike: Three years? Three or four years.

Pac: Three or four years.

Fit: ...Wow, that's crazy.

Mike: Let's show one of our shows to Fit.

Pac: At the end Fit, at least for me, I always try to see the things from the bright side. So at least for me, I learned a lot from this day. I learned that like, you need to avoid robberies and you need to avoid bad guys and also gunshots. And I learned that you always need to... to stay sharp, you know? So that was actually pretty cool. And I have an amazing story to tell everyone! So at the end, it was like a win, at least for me. I would be kidnapped again, you know, if I wasn't- if somebody doesn't shot me, you know.

[melanieph321]

and more related to the reader being Brazilian and presenting a little about her culture and without the impediment of communication with the reader's parents (Rúben nervous about meeting the reader's parents for the first time)

Thank you for your patience with me. 😅

Ruben Dias x Reader - No Son of Mine

Enjoy!

The first nights in Brazil were spent in hotels. You wanted to show Ruben around the sights, like the beach and other popular tourist attractions. It was his first time visiting your home country so you wanted to make it special.

Eventually you guys arrived in São Paulo, the city where you grew up. The city where all of your family and friends lived.

"She's home!" Your mother shouted as the car you were renting pulled up to your childhood home.

"Finally God has brought you back to us." She rushed down the driveway to give you a rib crushing hug.

"Mamãe." You groaned. Behind her the rest of the family spilled out of the house, your siblings, cousins, aunties and uncles. All had been awaiting your arrival.

"Y/N!"

"Look how skinny she has become."

"What are they feeding you in England?"

"Fish and chips." Your uncle joked.

"Pai! Come here and look how pale your daughter has become."

People were pinching your cheeks, pulling your dress and making you twirl around to get a better look at you.

"Guys, please."

You hadn't even gotten the chance to introduce them to Ruben yet. There was no need however, your family discovered him for themselves as he came up the driveway carrying all of your luggage.

"Oh my." Your mother gasped.

"Look at those arms." One of your aunties commented. "So strong, so full of veins."

Your sisters were no different.  "He's cute, no?"

"Stop it." You hushed.

Ruben certainly made a good impression with the females of your family. The men however, perked up their chests like male gorillas.

"Do you need helped with those?" Your dad said, clearing his throat to make his voice sound deeper.

Ruben shook his head. "No sir. But thank you."

"No. Thank you." Your auntie smiled, eyeing Ruben up and down as he went passed them with the bags.

You rolled your eyes, hooking your arm with Rubens. "Guys this is Ruben , my fiance."

"Fiance?" They frowned.

You had yet told them about Rubens proposal last month. This was one reason for your visit to Brazil.

"When did this happen?" Your mother said, taking your hand so she could get a better look at the ring. Your family gathered like chickens, gasping at the sight of the diamond ring.

"Last month." You smiled.

"And you told us nothing?" Your dad pushed through everyone to get to you, displaying a look disapointment.

"Well I wanted it to be a suprise."

"Normally a man asks the father for permission before proposing to his daughter." Your dad turned to Ruben.

"Pai!" 

He stepped up to Ruben in a way that made everyone nervous.

"What? It's a holy tradition, no?"

"Yes for us Pai." Your sisters help defend. "Ruben is not from Brazil."

"But he is Portuguese, no?"

"Here we go again." You sighed. Ever since your family found out that Ruben was Portuguese their view of him changed a bit. Especially your dad's view, since he has always been very in touch with his cultural roots and a preacher of how the white man took everything from our ancestors. Even when you were still a young girl he would say, "If you ever marry a Brazilian he better be as black as you."

"Pai?" Your mother came through to stop the commotion. "Stop this. We haven't seen our daughter in three years. This is not how we should welcome her and her beautiful husband to be."

Your dad groaned in response, but quickly came to his senses, seeing the hurt in your eyes.

"Y/N." He sighed. "You're mother is right, forgive me?"

"It's not me you should be apologizing too." You said, cuddling up to Ruben. He held an arm around your shoulders.

The whole family anticipated your father's next words. He still looked skeptically at Ruben.

"Do you have a job, son?"

"Yes sir." Ruben nodded.

"A house?"

"Two actually. One in England and one in Portugal. If you don't count the apprement we live in Manchester and the summerhouse in Spain, then I have four."

Your family nodded impressed, everyone but your father.

"Can you cook?" He said, continuing the live interrogation.

"I know a few dishes."

"Can you clean?"

"Of course."

"Dad stop this." You sighed.

He raised his hand "Just one final question."

"Shoot." Ruben said.

Your dad chuckled.  "It's funny you would say that. Can you play football? Because no son in law of mine shall step foot in my house without knowing how to use them."

Ruben shifted to you. His expression unsure.

"I haven't told them." You smiled.

"Told us what?" Your dad hissed.

"Pai, Ruben is a professional football player. He plays for Manchester City in the Premier League."

"My son." Your dad grinned, pulling Ruben in for a hug.

Everyone laughed, including you.

"I guess he's welcome to the family then?" You asked.

"Yes." He said, patting Rubens back. "He is very welcome."

[kuroppiii]

helloo sweetie, hope ur okay! could you pretty please write some fluff headcanons abt my boys sho and koushi (separately ofc) having a crush on a fem!brazilian!reader? thanks anyways! good evening ! ! 💕 💕

  baianá ᵕ̈       timeskip!hinata shōyō       x fem!brazilian!reader +       timeskip!sugawara kōshi      x fem!brazilian!readerˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : crushes amidst sand , ⋮⋮  sun , and music in the air

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🎶 on shuffle " the girl from ipanema " - astrud gilberto

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ of course i can ! thank you so much for the request love ♡ it was so much fun researching brazilian culture for this one , so thank you for being the reason why i learned some new things !!! ”

︴hinata shōyō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

brazil arc hinata save us all

you're next door to the place he was posted up for the duration of his stay

you both always end up leaving in the mornings to go about your days at the same time, seeing each other at your front doors

from the first moment he saw you, he just thought you were out of this world pretty

eventually starts greeting you

“bom dia! (good morning!)” [hinata]

then it goes into small talk as the mornings follow one another

it’s like canon he can keep up a decent convo in portuguese

"roupa linda... hoje? (nice outfit... today?)" [hinata]

"obrigada! (thanks!)" [you]

(his face absolutely lights up)

tells you he’s in brazil on beach volleyball training and starts inviting you to the beach to come watch

"if you're not busy! i'm always down there. i'm getting really good!" [hinata]

and not like he would be more of a try hard bc he’s always trying hard when it comes to volleyball...

buttttt if you were there for his games he would always look to you nearby after he scores to make sure you saw him being super cool like that

would even try to show you how to play–specifically serve or set for him–if you don't already know

freudian slip he brushes some sand he spots out of your hair

"sorry you had a little something." [hinata]

"hinata there's literally sand all over me...?" [you]

then it would extend to going out at night as he asks you to show him around (his volleyball mates have already shown him a bunch but he acts dumb so he can hopefully spend more time with you)

if he thought you looked good in your daytime outfits, he thinks you're drop dead gorgeous in your night-out fit (especially if you accessories with metal jewelry or something like that!!)

he gets tongue tied just as badly as when he's trying to speak portuguese

where there’s music, there’s dancing–and hinata really tries to dance brega with you a little bit

he knows he'll be bad, but he hopes that makes you smile (and an excuse to hold you) and besides, he’s actually not too bad! (i have said before i think he can dance when the time calls for it!!)

his volleyball friends have definitely put him onto some brazilian funk as they've played their games on the beach, but he’ll ask if you have any brazilian music recs

if you do, as soon as you go into your respective houses at the end of the night, he’s listening to that religiously u can lowkey hear it through the wall

"did you listen to my recs?" [you]

"sim!!! (yes!!!)" [hinata]

he just thinks you're so cool :((( really wants to impress you at the end of the day!! he hopes you'll think the same way about him

︴sugawara kōshi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

it's carnival!!!

sugawara and his friends (the third years) (noya convinced them to go) decided they wanted to be part of the festivities this year!

his group just so happens to bump into you and your friends in the crowd that first night

bro is down bad from the moment he lays eyes on you

like he's sooo gone

his friends catch him staring and they push him to go dance with you amidst the loud music surging through the mass of people

(he gets bumped into you)

"sorry! uh, uh... b-boa noite (good night)? hi– i don't know the, um– dançar (dance)?" [sugawara]

so then maybe there's a little samba here and there–i think he could pull it off! 💃🕺

both of your groups hit it off and you exchange numbers

the next few days you all hang out in the mornings as you and your friends show them around, before reuniting again in the nighttime for the festival activities

genuinely asks if you could teach him some words in portuguese

"how do you say... "beautiful" in portuguese?" [sugawara]

"linda!" [you]

"cool! cool, yeah... good to know– GREAT to know, actually!" [sugawara]

he'll always ask which fruits or foods or drinks are your favorites and is willing to try any you pick out for him

he's not picky or anything not as long as you're around

and i really mean as in any, like if you lied and purposefully picked one you hated for him, he would fake that it was the best thing he's tried in his life

doesn't ever fail in offering to share it with you, though chat is this rizz

"here, have a bite from mine!" [sugawara]

the guy's not too bad with beach football

but he does keep letting the ball drop though bc he can’t stop looking at you 😓

asks you to help put sunscreen on him bc he "burns easily 🥺" 💀💀💀

keeps saying “brazil is so beautiful!” when what he’s really trying to hint at is that YOU are so beautiful

"brazil is so linda!" [sugawara] (he says this looking directly at you and with the stupidest grin on his face)

one afternoon, noya is asking to see what pictures sugawara has taken on this trip so far

reluctantly, sugawara opens up his camera roll

and for some odd reason 🤔 you appear in a lot of them as he swipes through

"is that me again–?" [you]

"noya! isn't there just so many pretty sights here?" [sugawara]

he may or may not go home to their airbnb one night and convinces the rest to stay another week

and the day after the festival is over he may or may not start texting you one-on-one under the guise of "do you want me to send those pictures of you you're in??"

[hello-nichya-here]

Those zutara headcanons were awful but saying that race mixing is the same as eugenics is terrible too Nichya

The take was: Zuko NEEDS to marry someone of a different RACE to "cleanse" the EVIL GENES that made his family disproportionately likely to commit attrocities, and Katara will teach her son bloodbending to use on his sister if she ever starts demonstrating any "Azula-ness".

In case you somehow still don't see a problem with that, let me tell you a little bit about my country's history.

The descendents of europeans (mainly from Portugal) that were living in Brazil after our independence and a few decades of us being a "republic" (dictatorship) were unhappy with the fact that all the indigenous tribes and descendents of slaves were still around. This frustration grew as people from other nations (mainly China and especially Japan) moved into the country as well.

The white brazilian-portuguese people were in the minority. They very much did not like that and wanted to fix that "problem". How? Well, the country NEEDED those big numbers otherwise it'd be impossible to for a nation that big to function, so kicking everybody was obviously a bad idea.

The Brazilian Academy of EUGENICS then decided that the only logical thing to do was for white people to be allowed to marry and have kids with people of these other races - provided their partners were "one of the good ones", and not affected by the "bad genes" that had made their relatives "naturally predisposed" to violence, comminting crimes, and immoral behaviours in general.

The "logic" was that a mixed-raced nation wasn't GOOD, but it would EVENTUALLY become 100% white after enough of the "good ones" were picked out, and the rest of those races were kept out of sight, out of mind, and "reminded of their place" (violently, of course) if they ever steped out.

Racism and eugenics don't always happen in "We shouldn't even have LOOK at someone of a different race or even know that they exist, let's kick them out/kill them all" way. Sometimes it happens through being condescending,forcing them to assimilate, and "re-educating" the "good savages" that are not that "evolved" but are not as bad as "their kind." Hell, killing all the men and raping all the women to get them pregnant is a recurring thing in race-wars.

It doesn't matter that that incredibly irresponsible person technically only mentioned Zuko's direct family as the "evil ones", or that the Fire Nation did oppress the Water Tribes - by making it all about their "defective genes" that could only ever be fixed by "one of the good ones" having kids with someone of a different (aka "better") race, it IS racism, it IS disgusting, and it 100% IS EUGENICS.

[writingshushf1]

Hey! Can you do one with mick and Brazilian reader in which they meet in Rio de Janeiro because mick is there spending carnival with his friends and it gets spicy maybe smutty!! 🥵🥵

Devagarinho

Summary:  "We catch fire, we give yourself up without thinking. You kiss my neck, makes me goosebumps. Your hand all over my body, you love to lose yourself. No one does it better than you"

Rating: +18

Warnings: shameless smut, p!rn with a little bit of plot, fingering, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it!!!)

Word count: 1.6k

Note: this one- HONESTLY YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES, SO GOOD AND HOT???

masterlist

February. Thirty-three degrees, the sun was high in the sky, a crowd of people were strolling from one side to the other, the music was blasting. Some were dancing, many were drinking and others were kissing in the corners. You were holding a glass of strawberry caipirinha, trying not to dirty the accessories you wore on your arms.

It was a different situation from other years, after you found a better job and met different people, you were invited to celebrate carnival in a more exclusive place - so much so that you got to see a lot of famous people outside the trios elétricos. Sobriety was a thing of the past, you were drunk and having a lot of fun, this time of the year was all about party after party, staying up all night watching the samba schools parade in Sapucaí and drinking until your liver asked for help.

Mick Schumacher had never been to Carnival in Brazil before. So when he was coerced by some friends into wearing only gold shorts too short for his liking, going shirtless and being smeared with glitter, he was getting weirded out. Until he got to the street and saw that people didn't give a shit, they just wanted to have fun, he let loose a bit. The German felt a hand on his shoulder and as he turned, Lewis had a smile on his face, handing him a shot of jambu cachaça.

"Drink up. It makes your lips numb." The Brit laughed softly. "And it'll help give you some spunk."

He stared at the older pilot, a little fearfully, however he turned the shot over and grimaced - it wasn't light drink, let alone to be taken like that. Meanwhile, you noticed from afar the movement with the cachaça - as you were not sober, the courage hit you and you approached the two strangers.

"Ei! Onde ‘cê conseguiu isso?” (Hey, where did you get this?)

"Sorry? We don't speak Portuguese." Lewis replied.

"Porra, okay! Hm, where did you guys get the jambu cachaça?"

When Mick looked at you, his cheeks turned red just like your costume. He clearly wasn't paying attention to the conversation as his eyes were elsewhere on your body. The costume fitted your body so well, letting your curves exposed and the deep red colour matched your skin tone.

"Schumacher!" Hamilton brought his attention back. "Show the Brazilian girl where the hooch is." He then pointed at one of his friends, slapping him twice on the shoulder. "Good carnival." The Brit cracked a sneaky smile and walked away from the two of you.

"Uhm... So, it's there, come on." He took your hand and pulled you in, as you signalled to your friend that he was a tremendous hottie.

"How am I supposed to know if I should trust you?"

"Because I've had one shot, so if something happens, it happens to me too. Besides the numbness on my lips and my name is Mick."

"You've never had jambu cachaça before, have you?" You also said your name to him.

"No. It was the first time and wow. First time at carnaval too."

"Losing your carnival virginity, how cute."

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It's pretty cute, though."

"Really?" He cracked a smile, taking the shot for you. Without even waiting, you turned the small glass over and let the liquid burn in your throat. "I'd like to have another one, but I don't know if that's a good idea."

"You don't need to have another one, Schumacher." You said his last name in a Brazilian Portuguese accent before holding his face and bringing your face closer against his. "May I?"

He didn't answer, just let his lips join yours, starting a hot kiss. Your tongue quickly went to meet his as your free hand landed on his glitter filled chest, cracking a smile in between as you felt his teeth tugging on your bottom lip lightly. His hands indiscreetly went to your thighs, pulling your body against his. When air was needed, you chuckled softly, running kisses down his jaw, smearing the red lipstick you were wearing on his lips. His silly grin was one of the cutest things you'd ever seen.

"Well Lewis said you guys were really good kissers."

"So does that mean you want a replay, gringo?"

"Hey!"

"Come on, just a nickname, blondie."

"If you kiss me again, I might be able to let it go."

What no one had warned Mick - which you knew all too well, was that jambu cachaça was an aphrodisiac.

A few hours later you were inside an uber, heading to the mansion he was spending with his friends - in the Leblon neighbourhood. You held your chin up so it wouldn't fall off when you saw the beautiful house inside a chic condominium. As soon as you entered, he pressed your body against the door.

"No one's home?" You asked.

"All enjoying the carnival. We're going against the flow."

You watched the pool from afar, holding his hand and pulling him to the back of the house. When you got there, you removed your shoes and other accessories, throwing yourself against the water. Then you felt that he was also in the pool. Mick came close to you, pulling your legs around his waist, pressing your back against the pool wall.

"Gostoso."

"What?"

"It means you're a hottie."

"Well... You're... Gostosa? That’s how you say it?”

“Yeah, gostosa.”

You passed your thumb against his chin, smiling and leaving small kisses around his jaw and ear. He closed his eyes, groaning at the feeling of your wet lips against his feverish skin.

“I need you so bad…” He murmured, holding your body closer and getting into the steps of the pool, going out with you still holding his body.

Mick laid you in a sunbed, letting his hands roam your body while you watched with a mischievous smile plastered on your face. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the heat wasn’t bothering you at all, the only thing you wanted was him inside of you.

He started a rough kiss, grabbing your hips and colliding against his - in reaction, you grabbed his shoulders, pulling so that your chest was pressed into his. Slowly, your bodies were grinding and you could feel his hardness, so big and thick it made you wet just from the thought. 

“Can I?” The blonde was holding your trousers and you made a positive signal, so he pulled them down.

His fingers travelled your body for a few seconds until they found its place: against your clit. They were a bit calloused, but gently torturing - and he knew it, going slow on your sensitive bud was the best teasing. You moaned, closing your eyes and panting for more, so he put his index finger inside of you, pumping in and out while his thumb made quicker movements on top of your clit.

“Meu Deus, Mick…” Your hand went towards his shorts, groping his erection through the fabric. (Oh God, Mick…)

“What do you want, baby?” He quickened his pace and you let whimpers escape your lips, knowing you’re close.

“Tu.” (You)

“You already have me.”

“Inside of me.”

“Already inside.” The curved tip of his fingers were getting into your G point, which was overwhelming at its best.

“Fucking… Me… With…” You couldn’t finish the phrase, letting moans through your lips while you had your orgasm.

You were recovering from your high and he had the biggest drunk smile, getting naked and taking your top out. Mick bit his lip when he saw your breasts, lowering his head to kiss you, however he kept going down until his lips were against one of your nipples, giving the attention it needed while the other was being pinched - and he didn’t forget to invert the situation, because both of them deserved the same attention. 

Schumacher let you sit on his lap, straddling him, holding your hips and slowly lowering your body for him to be inside of you. He was big so you grabbed his back, hiding your head into the crook of his neck. The German saw your reaction, stopping moving and making you look at him.

“Move only and if you feel comfortable, okay?”

“Okay.”

Then he started a hot and slow kiss, taking the time with you, letting your tongues move together, enjoying the moment between you two. After a few minutes with your body getting used to his size, you looked at him, starting to move your hips against his.

The pace was calm, letting you feel him properly - it felt like your body was going to split from his size. He couldn’t hold his moans, you were so tight and small around him, it made the blonde even hornier.

Gradually, the pace was getting quicker because you were getting more used to it, so he understood as a green sign for him to move his body against yours - fast and rough, that’s when your moans couldn’t be stopped, it was such a pleasurable moment. When his hand lowered to your clit, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to resist for too long, the mix of feeling filled up by his dick and hitting the good spots, besides the good pressure on top of your sensitive bud. 

Schumacher also wouldn’t be able to keep going for much longer, with a fast pace, the tightness, your body moving against him to give even more pleasure and the kisses you started to distribute around his neck. He was groaning and becoming a mess just like you already wore, so his thrusts were messier and deeper, causing you to whimper. 

“I’m… Going to…”

“Okay, okay…”

He came inside of you, holding your body against him with one hand while the free one made sure you were going to have pleasure - and you sure did it, after feeling him filling you up, you moaned loud and he kept moving, bringing you to orgasm.

[warping-realities]

A Better Family III (Final)

Miguel fixed his godfather with a furious look before addressing him with indignation.

"You set me up. If I'd known I was going to be put against the wall I wouldn't have come all this way, but it's my fault for being so stupid. I'm not in the mood for a lecture, Diego."

"So now it's like this... Diego, no padrino or tio? When did we become strangers, Miggy?" Diego asked, with a serious look, while taking off his training shirt.

"Since I grew up, I'm not a kid anymore and more importantly, I'm not your kid. I make my own decisions."

"And what are those decisions? Disappearing for months? Not even communicating? Maybe Killing your mother with anxiety? Where have you been, Miguel?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but I... I was in Brazil."

"What? How...? And why?"

"I managed to get there and that's all you need to know."

"But what were you doing there? Your father is dead. Your mother is here and she left no family in Brazil."

"But my father does... I have uncles there, I found out last year and my mother hid it from me my whole life!"

"She must have had her reasons."

"It doesn't matter they are... were... my family..."

"What happened in Brazil, Miguel?" Diego asked feeling that the boy was hiding something.

"It doesn't matter to you, take care of your own problems, I'll take care of mine."

"Miguel, I've known you all your life, you're like a son to me, you're my problem! I'm just trying to understand the reason for all this. I understand that you want to know your origins, but why would you do things this way? Where did all this anger come from?"

"You will not understand..."

"Why don't you try to explain it to me, I promise I won't judge and try to understand."

"Okay, but if you start lecturing me I'm out of here... I say you wouldn't understand because you don't know what it's like to be different in this country!"

"Miguel, I'm a Mexican man who immigrated here illegally, I know what it's like to feel like a stranger in this place."

"But it's different, you adapted here, you have a... community. I was born here and I don't even have that."

"Miguel, you are part of our community!"

"Am I? I'm Brazilian, a different culture, a different language!"

"You're talking like the xenophobic Americans I encountered when I arrived. Okay, Brazil is different from the rest of the countries in Latin America, but it's still a Latin country. This exclusion from Brazil of the latin people because of the language is an American thing, not ours. And besides each country has its culture, its traditions, or do you think the Spanish I spoke in Mexico is the same as Henrique's grandparents spoke in Venezuela? We are all different, but part of something bigger."

"Nice lecture, I should turn around right now, as I promised. This is all very nice in words, but that's not how it works in real life. I'm tired of being excluded and left out, I'm done!"

"Why didn't you come talk to me? I would have helped you!"

"I already told you, tio. I make my own decisions! And one of them is fighting my own battles!"

"Then fight the right way, not running away to a place you don't know... well, how was it there? You were badly received, is that it?"

"No, on the contrary, my uncles treated me very well, they are humble people, honest workers. Rio is a beautiful place, even in the favelas, with all that poverty, there is still a joy... it is contagious!"

"What was the problem then? For there is a problem, don't deny it!"

"Me, I’m the problem. I thought I knew what I was doing... the truth is that I fit in even less there than here... and I tried… really tried… I hunged out with a crowd that... at first it was funny, they called me "Gringo" and laugh at my Portuguese... but they... they were bad people… dangerous people. I thought I could handle it, as I got along well with the guys here... but there is another level... I had to come back."

"What do you mean when you say you got on well with the guys here? What guys?

"Shit..."

"Miguel, you couldn't have been stupid enough to get involved with thugs on both ends of the continent!"

"That's enough, I'm out! I don't need to hear this!" Said the boy turning to leave the gym locker room. But being stopped by a strong hand holding his shoulder. A hand that held a small metallic disc.

"You're right, you don't need to hear this. Do you know why, Miguel? Because you really make your own decisions. I just wish they were the right decisions." Diego said, watching the Reality Warper do its job for the second time, just as amazing as the first time. He felt again that feeling of time standing still as he watched the metallic cocoon form around the boy. He watched in wonder as the images that surfaced on the surface of the structure, which although not as drastic as those that appeared in Dieguito's transformation, still denoted that something was going to happen to the boy inside it.

Finally, still stunned by it all and by his decision to make that happen, he watched the structure retract and reveal a young man at the same time very similar and very different from the one who had been there.

In an attempt to find out more about how the artifact works, Diego decided to replicate the exact movements of the previous time, starting by touching the object to the boy's skin. Now, even before the boy fully woke up, he laid his hand on his exposed shoulder. Being invaded again by a wave of memories, although this time not so drastic, since only a few things from the past of the boy were changed. But enough to make a big difference. In this new configuration of reality Miguel still feel excluded, he still have anger inside him, but he channelled it in other ways. The boy, now a scholarship student at the same St. James where his "cousin" Enrique taught. Member of the football team where he vented his aggression in a controlled way and curiously also of the debate team where he gave voice to that same anger, in an articulate and eloquent way. Diego knew that the boy would likely follow in Rico’s footsteps and go to college and that when he returned he would be a voice to be heard within the community. Perfect, he thought smiling, while the boy smilled back.

"Tired already, tio?" Asked the boy, widening his smile.

"I trained in the morning, I only came here because I knew I would find you training with your cousins."

"Is there a problem? Did I do something wrong?"

"Quite the contrary, I don't think you've ever made a wrong decision in your life!" I'm actually worried about your brother." Diego said.

Curiously, the memory of the conversation he had with Marina in the morning did not change completely. Apparently Nicolas continued to be a cause for concern, and whatever change had taken place in his brother had not been reflected in him. The reason for the boy's strange behavior was another and not a negative influence from his brother. Diego would now have to find out why.

"Ah, tio. We are worried too, but Nico doesn't listen to us."

"What if I talk to him?"

"I'm not allowed to leave school during the week, I'm just here because of my training schedule with Rico. Tio, I think that some of Nico's behavior stems from my absence, even more so because he couldn't get into Saint James .... This weekend I'll go home and talk to him. But I don't know if he'll want to talk to you."

"Just make sure he gets to me and I'll handle it, trust me."

"I trust with my eyes closed. So much so that I'm going to ask you to be my sparring partner today, even though you're all old and worn out!"

“This old man will rip you off at any opportunity, boy."

"Would you rather test my skills on the field or in a debate, tio?"

"Boy, I'm not stupid to compete with you in these things, but you still have a lot of growth to face me in bodybuilding." Diego said, resting his hands on the boy's shoulders.

"It's the goal, padrino!" Answered the boy, letting himself be guided to the weight training room."

….

The rest of the week passed without incidents. Diego tried unsuccessfully to get in contact with Nicolas until he finally decided to wait for the weekend. He was now reasonably sure how the artifact worked. The question was whether he would use it again. Diego Jr had been an accident, but Miguel had been deliberate and although Diego firmly believed that his choice was the right one he preferred to try to work things out with Nico in a more traditional way.

It was with that in mind that he entered his car workshop after training at the gym, on a sunny Saturday morning. Being greeted by his son's bright smile. Dieguito was shirtless, wearing only sweatpants, exposing his magnificent chest, and for the thousandth time that week Diego felt his chest fill with joy.

"Buenos Dias, papá! We're working on the Mustang, I'd like you to take a look at it. Miggy is messing with it right now AND HE'S GOING TO REGRET IT IF THAT CAR HAS EVEN A SCRATCH!"

"No need to shout Dieguito, your girlfriend is in good hands." An equally shirtless and smiling Miguel replied.

"You two should be worried about what I'm going to do with both of you. What are you doing shirtless? What if a customer shows up?"

"Chill out, papá. The workshop won't open for a few minutes, we're going to change now. Cheer up, today we got another pair of hands, Miggy will help us. Let's change, mano." Said Diego Jr heading to the locker room.

"Thanks, Miguelito, take your payment with me at the end of the day."

"It's not necessary, tio, I help because I like it."

"I know, kid, but that doesn't mean it doesn't need to be rewarded."

"Thank you padrino, I.... I don't believe... he came." Said the boy looking amazed towards the door, where his younger brother was passing.

"Nico, your hair, what the fuck, did you lose a bet?" Miguel asked smiling. Only to be rudely interrupted by his brother.

"Shut the fuck up for once in your life, Miguel, I'm tired of your talking!"

"Nico, come on mano, I'm sorry, it's just that..." Startled a scared Miguel to speak, interrupting himself for not finding the words. Something his younger brother can't help but notice and mockingly comment on.

"Looks like the debate team precious star has run out of arguments, better that way, I'm tired of your litany!"

"Nico... mano... por favor..." Miguel tried again to start, but stopped because of the furious expression of the brother he no longer recognized. Realizing that stricter measures might be necessary, Diego intervened.

"Miguelito, go inside with your cousin, let me talk to your brother alone."

"Okay, tio." Answered the boy looking with hurtfull eyes at his brother.

"Cousin, what a joke!" Said the younger boy watching his brother walk away.

"It's just an affectionate way of saying it, you and your brother are like my children."

"Sure, and every parent has their favorite child..."

"Nico, I'm your brother's godfather, but I never made a difference between you two, I changed your diapers and made you sleep when you were little."

"Still he's your favourite, don't deny it, he's everyone's favourite, your kids' favourite, Rico's favourite, because of that stupid scolarship, and of course, he is her favourite..."

"Your mother is very proud of your brother, but that doesn't mean she loves you any less, Nico."

"You don't know what it's like! The demands, the comparisons, being the big star's little brother, being always in the golden boy's shadow!" It was then that Diego understood, he had misjudged the whole situation, Nico had not been acting under his brother's influence before he intervened in Miguel, he was acting that way because he wanted attention and apparently Diego made everything worse by changing the older boy. The haircut and aggressiveness were clear signs of that. He also realized that Nico couldn't compete with this new version of Miguel, so he made his decision. He approached the boy, with the Reality Warper clutched in his hand.

"So tell me, what do you really want, Nico, because I know it's not that, this revolt, the distance from those who love you, from your brother, what do you want? To be better than him, is that it? I highly doubt it!"

"What I want is to stop listening..." The boy began, looking at the gigantic man he had known his whole life and noticing for the first time the full size of Diego, as he rested his hand on his shoulders, feeling an icy sensation around in his neck."

"What you want, boy, is to be with your brother, to deserve the same attention as him, to be part of something... son." Diego concluded, this time knowing very well what would happen. Yet he marveled again at the process.

This time he didn't even wait for the boy to wake up before touching him. Receiving the new stream of memories while the boy hadn't even opened his eyes yet. In this new reality Nico did not become Diego's biological son, surprising the man, but having been raised since he was a baby by him after he took courage and asked Marina to be his girlfriend, officially marrying her a few months later. In that reality the two had just completed 15 years together. With both boys treating him like a father. The reflection of this in Nico was evident, the boy at 16 years old was a totally different figure than he had been before. A sophomore in St James, also a member of the football team in a different position than his brother, as evidenced by his greater muscularity. Also a scholarship holder thanks to his grades, being a prodigy in mathematics and finance, so much so that he was already responsible for the accounts of his father's workshop. Diego welcomed those memories, the new reality and his youngest son with a smile.

"Apparently all my kids have decided to walk around half naked today. I have to be thankful if Melissa doesn't adopt the same behavior." He commented looking to his son exposed chest, being greeted by a smile from him.

"Relax, papá. I'm going to change now, although the clientele don't complain when they see me like that. Last week Dona Angela complimented my pecs and even asked me to flex my arms."

"And you did what?"

"What she asked for, of course! Don't you always say the customer is always right?" Answered the boy, increasing his smile even more.

"Devilish boy! Come on, let's get changed." Diego said accompanying his son to the locker room.

….

A little less than a year later, on a sunny Sunday morning, Diego walked Melissa down the aisle, handing her to a smiling Rico.

He positioned himself next to Marina, as beautiful as the day they met.

And smiled at the sight of his sons, Dieguito as Rico best man with the youngest boys positioned close behind. Nicolas with the bearing of a professional defensive player and Miguel with the beginnings of a beard.

God, he really was getting older. He and those who formed the heart and soul of that community. Looking at his boys, Melissa and Rico he knew they had a good future ahead of them. He glanced around the crowded ranks of his people, there were some new additions, Isabel, the sister of the late Marcelo managed to legally immigrate together with her husband Eduardo and the couple's children, with the help of some Rico’s friends from college, at the request of Miguel who, as Diego had wished, was doing things the right way . Nicolas, on the other hand, had quickly made friends with his cousins, and was helping them to study and adapt, apparently taking great satisfaction in being taken as a role model. However Diego noticed some abstentions, Dona Angela's only son had joined a gang a few years before, and the Garcias' son had spent the last years in and out of rehab clinics. And those were just some of the losses they had to deal with. But not anymore. Diego had already conquered a better family, now it was time to do the same for their community.

[strigeist]

Heyyyyy!!! You still do Encanto? If so the can you do Camilo x male reader and like the madrigals throw a party for whatever and male reader knows how to dance so he dances with a girl/guy whatever and they accidentally kiss and male reader explains or whatever that it was an accident. (Sorry if it’s long and too detailed)

~ Yes! Since we're so close to the new year I decided to mix it up with that, I hope you don't mind. And it's no biggie, really! I prefer more specific requests anyway. Thank you for the request, it's the first one I get so I'm pretty happy about that s2. Hope you like it! ~

Camilo x Male reader

Summary: You accidentally kiss someone else while dancing. Camilo, your boyfriend, sees it. Misundertandings ensue. (You make up at the end, though, so don't worry!)

Word count: 1830.

Genre: Emotional hurt/comfort(?)

Author's notes: This might be a bit ooc, I'm not too sure, it's been a while since I've interacted with anything Encanto! Also, I used the word "parce" at some point, I've heard it's similar to "bro" in English or "mano" in Portuguese. I say it a lot so I feel it would fit in the dialogue but do let me know if it's not used like that in Colombia. And!! The dance I had in mind for this was cumbia since it's, apparently, a very popular dance there, but it's not really mentioned explicitly (and it could be wrong, since if you looked up that about Brazil Google would make you think most people dance samba at parties here when it's not really true, at least in my experience). And yes, the way the "kiss" happens isn't that realistic but who cares? Not me (though, fun fact, something very similar happened to me irl once!)

Celebrating the new year was always fun at Encanto. The whole town came over to the Madrigals' house and danced, drank, ate, and just generally partied until dawn. Now, it wasn't as wild as it sounds, but it was always a treat.

This year was particularly exciting for you since it was your first year officially attending as Camilo's boyfriend!

What did that change? Well, not much, only that you helped organize the place before the party, which you didn't mind (not when that meant you could spend the entire day goofing around with Camilo while doing so). But even though you partied together almost every year, there was just something different about dancing as a couple instead of friends.

The two of you had danced for a while after the *real* party started, however eventually decided to switch partners every few minutes as most did. It was just more fun like that, and you were still close enough for it to be considered time spent together. Plus, you were amongst friends, so it didn't feel weird.

Eventually, you ended up back together. After a few short minutes of dancing, Camilo suddenly seemed distracted, staring behind you as he stepped along to the beat of the song.

"You know, if you keep doing that you're gonna step on my foot!" You teased, then asked, "What's wrong?"

"... Oh, perdón, corazón." You cringed a little at how that rhymed. It seemed intentional by the way he giggled after saying that. "Mi mamá wants me to fix something, I think, I don't really understand what she's trying to say."

You stopped dancing and turned around to look as well, quickly finding Pepa gesturing angrily at the upstairs of the house and mouthing something to your boyfriend. After she noticed you looking, however, she stopped, smiled, and waved almost awkwardly. You and Camilo laughed.

"Want me to go with you?"

"No, no, it's fine! I want you to enjoy yourself, you already did enough by helping me with the decorations earlier. Just keep dancing or whatever." he explained, then grabbed your chin and gave you a soft kiss on the lips, grinning right after "See you in a few minutes!"

With that, he left.

'Charming bastard..." You thought as you watched him go, lips still tingling from his kiss.

[...]

You tried to wait for Camilo to come back but got bored after a few minutes. He did give you permission to dance with other people, and you were doing that before anyway, so you were sure he wouldn't mind.

The dance floor (that was actually just the main room of the house) was considerably fuller now that people started drinking, but you still had enough space to dance. Your current partner was Daniela, your sweet next-door neighbor. It was actually her mother that taught you how to dance along with some of the other kids in your street, so you were very comfortable dancing with each other.

You were facing each other to be able to talk better, one of your hands on her waist and the other on her hand. You spoke about your plans for the year, how your relationship was going, did some casual gossip because why not, when suddenly someone ran into her from behind. She fell forward, and your natural instinct was to try to hold her so she wouldn't fall. This, unfortunately for the two of you, ended up causing something quite awkward: your lips on hers.

It was very, very quick, but felt weird nonetheless. You hadn't really kissed anyone other than Camilo, but did this even count when it was on accident?

You stared at each other for a few seconds after separating. She was slowly becoming red like a tomato (and your face felt very hot as well, so Lord knows what you looked like), but both ended up laughing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't- someone ran into me-" She tried to explain, but you just shook your head and put your hand on her shoulder with a smile.

"I get it, it's fine, I noticed. Still wanna dance?"

She nodded positively and you went back to doing what you were before, not giving the event much thought.

[...]

A few more minutes passed, and still not a trace of Camilo. You weren't worried before, but now you were. Did something happen?

"Parce... I'm gonna go look for Camilo. He's been gone for a while, I'm worried." You announced and stopped dancing.

"Alright! See you later, (Y/n)! Tell him I said hi." She said.

"Will do!" You waved, then left.

You looked around the entire house and still couldn't find your boyfriend. Now you were really worried. It felt a bit irrational since it was Pepa who had left with him, so surely she would keep him safe. But what if something happened to the two of them, then?

Before your paranoid thoughts could get to you, you managed to find Dolores, who looked around as if looking for someone while holding a cup of juice.

"Hey, Dolores!" You greeted and she jumped before looking at you. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Have you seen Camilo around? I can't find him anywhere!"

"Oh, he's mad at you because you kissed Daniela." She explained, then widened her eyes and squeaked when she noticed what she just said. "I mean, no."

Your chest tightened when you heard what she said. So he thought you cheated on him?

"He saw that? But it was an accident! I don't-"

"I tried to tell him, but he didn't want to listen." She shrugged.

You didn't know how to feel about how Dolores was apparently listening to you and Daniela talk for her to have managed to catch that part, but didn't give it much thought. You were more worried about Camilo as of now.

"Where is he?"

She looked around with just her eyes, then replied.

"His bedroom. You should go, he's very upset."

You didn't wait a second before you left, quickly making your way to your boyfriend's room. Even though it wasn't really your fault, you still felt extremely guilty. This day was supposed to be one of fun and parties, not sadness! You weren't even sure he would believe you when you told him what had actually happened, but the thought of him breaking up with you because of that gave upset you too much, so you chose to think about it.

When you got to the glowing door of his bedroom, you knocked a few times, hands shaking a little from the built-up anxiety. You hoped he wasn't THAT hurt.

"Camilo, it's (Y/n)!" You said. "We need to talk!"

You couldn't hear anything behind the door for a while, but it suddenly just opened, revealing none other than Camilo. His eyes were red and puffy and he was still wearing what he wore at the party, though a little crumpled and with some small bits of dust that probably came from a blanket.

You could have cried at the sight, especially with this misunderstanding being the cause of it, but before you could say anything Camilo started talking.

"There's nothing to talk about!" he exclaimed angrily and sniffled, tears starting to fall from his eyes. "Y-you kissed her while I was gone! I trusted you! I thought..."

"No, no, mi vida! It's nothing like that!" you interrupted before he could go on, determined to avoid any further misunderstandings. "Someone pushed her on accident and she fell, I tried to catch her and, well, that's what you saw! I didn't say anything because, to us, it didn't mean anything! It was an accident! She has her boyfriend and I have you, and I would never want to kiss anyone else! I'm so, so, so sorry..."

Camilo stared at you silently as his tears came to a halt. He sniffled and dried his eyes with his hands before speaking again.

"So... You still love me?"

"Of course I do! I love you more than anything, amor!" your face got warmer after saying that. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything, I just didn't think it was that big of a deal, but I should have-"

Before you could keep going, Camilo hugged you so fast you didn't even see it coming. You returned the gesture and wrapped your arms gently around his figure, softly caressing his back as you did.

"... Mi hermana tried to say that to me, I think, but I didn't really listen... I'm, uh, sorry." He said. The words were a bit muffled since his face was pressed against your neck, but they were still understandable.

You let out a relaxed sigh, then giggled and placed a sweet kiss on his forehead.

"It's fine, she told me. I'm just glad you're not sad anymore... Unless you still are?" You pulled away and looked at him with a worried expression.

He pulled you back and shook his head.

"No, no! I'm glad I was wrong! I'm sorry for having jumped to conclusions so quickly-"

"But it was perfectly reasonable for you to get upset about that, I-"

"Ey, ey!" he interrupted as he pulled away, placing both hands on your shoulders. "What if, instead of infinitely apologizing to each other, we went back to having some fun?"

You laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, that sounds better. Wanna go back to the party?"

"Actually," Camilo replied with a mischievous grin "I had something else in mind." He walked a few steps back and looked at the inside of his bedroom, then at you again. "Wanna come in?"

You only raised an eyebrow and complied, following him into the room.

[...]

The idea turned out to be surprisingly mild. You were laying down comfortably on Camilo's bed, with your arms wrapped around him as you watched some telenovela his tío, Bruno, had recommended to him.

"But... Wasn't she his tía or something?" You asked, confused.

"Amor, are you even watching?" Camilo huffed in an annoyed manner but didn't bother looking up at you. "Yes, she is! But she doesn't remember that, she has amnesia! That's like, the whole point!" He said as he gestured at the screen.

"Perdón, perdón. I'm just busy looking at something else." You said, staring lovingly at him.

He turned his head towards you in curiosity, staring blankly for a few minutes before becoming almost as red as a tomato.

"Eres ridículo, (Y/n)." He laughed and gave you a quick kiss on the lips, then went back to watching the TV.

"What can I say? I love you! And you're very, very pretty."

"He, I love you too. Now pay attention to the telenovela or I swear I'll make you watch it all again!"

You both ended up falling asleep together while watching television. It wasn't exactly what you had in mind for the new year, but waking up in the morning with him still in your arms was certainly more than you could have asked for.

[momo-de-avis]

ana can you explain the liberal wars in simple terms? i visited algarve recently and the tour guide (like yours where it's mostly related to history) talked about the war between the brothers and a guy named remexido(?)

Just yesterday I told my boyfriend to please ask his coworker who graduated in history for a book on the civil war because thats the one thing I'm not good at lmao I didn't even know who Remexido was but apparently he was a guerrilla fighter from the Algarve which yay but fought on the side of Miguelistas which nay

The liberal wars was between Pedro IV of Portugal, better known as Pedro I fo Brazil, who was its first Emperor after declaring its independence, then to quote a brazilian client I had once, homeboy was a better king for the portuguese than he was an emperor for the brazilian... He basically stepped down and answered the plea from Portugal to come back here and kick his brother off the throne.

Now, his brother is Miguel I, the absolutist

Important background is that Portugal was an absolutist country thruoghout the 18th century, which means the king held absolute power. Think Louis the XIV level. Not only does the king have last say about everything government related, he works hand in hand with the church, who is below him (except the Inquisition) and he is celebrated as Godsend's. He is the centre of the universe. Its a time of extravagance, of theatricality, of excess, and the people, as you might imagine, are dirt poor.

This is essentially a kicker into the French Revolution, as you might imagine.

But with portugal, there's the Napoleon problem. Napoleon sends out General Junot to invade Portugal after successfully capturing spain, and on 1808 Junot arrives.

The Portuguese monarchy realised we did not have the arms to face off this guy, and the english, with whom we'd signed a treaty in 1387 and had always upheld it, said they were too busy fighting the french elsewhere... we needed to sort ourselves out. It was obvious by now that an invasion would be unstoppable. We did not have the navy nor the weapons to fight it off. So, the king, John VI, who by now is king because his mother, Maria I, went insane, decided to deceive Napoleon. He uprooted the government and took everyone to BRazil. He established court there and changed the name of his kingdom slightly to the kingdom of Portugal and brazil, it was something like that And then he made the capital city Rio de Janeiro. All in all he took with him about 100.000 people, nobility and court members as well as government. When Junot arrived, he was greeted by a Regency Government that basically said "step right in"

It was a way to show Junot that there was no government to overthrow and that he and his troops had been formally invited. Junot lived here until Napoleon told him to go pound sand somewhere else, and in the time he did, he fucked everyone's wife, lived in complete excess, and angered virtually everyone.

So, two more "invasions" happen, and by the third that's when Wellington and his beef come along to (this time, successfully) fend off the french.

And then, what happened was that this single event changed the country forever.

You'd be surprised to find how many in portuguese society were for Napoleon. Overall in Europe Napoleon was seen as the dude who was going to change the modern world, and it was actually accepted that he was undefeatable. When looking at the case of Portugal and Spain, most countries just went "submit bro there's no turning around". So it was a bit of a surprise that in the end backwards catholic portugal and the english won.

For example, the painter Vieira Portuense, arguably the most celebrated artists of portuguese neo-classicism and someone who met and hung out with Angelica Kauffmann, was so in favour of Napoleon not only was he arrested for it, he had to leave the country to escape persecution. There are paintings of him that originally had Napoleon's eagle hidden in it, but he had to repaint it to not offend anyone.

Basically, Napoleon offered a liberal alternative to the absolutist nightmare that was our country. Napoleon was the opposite of what Portugal was: a country ruled by a royal family who relished in absolute excess and also ruled by the church, and a country where the church held not just a monopoly on riches but controlled the country, so much so that the inquisition was still here despite the Marquis of Pombal's efforts to reduce its power. And a country that was mostly rural, ignorant, illiterate and extremely, painfully catholic. Liberals saw in Napoleon the chance to grow past this, embrace enlightenment, to evolve past catholic fervor.

These ideals, even long after Napoleon's death, will remain. Napoleon will influence the country enough that it will infect it with new liberal ideas and change the 19th century forever.

The absolutist monarchy stood against everything Napoleon defendedm because if those things were abolished, they would go to shit.

So when the french are kicked out, the english stay. General Beresford basically becomes a de facto king in the king's absence, because John VI turns out enjoyed the brazilian weather a lot more.

Now excuse me cause this is the part I'm not too familiar with. I was actually looking at a series of books by Laurentino Gomes on the topic. he's a brazilian historian who wrote about the portuguese court in brazil and slavery, so here's a tip for those like me who want to know where to start. What I'm not very familiar with is the court in brazil.

Basically, at a certain point, the king is forced to come back and get rid of General Beresford. The anti-british sentiment in the country that prevailed through the 19th century starts here, with Beresford benefitting a lot of his countrymen and repressing anyone who stands against him. THe book Felizmente Há Luar, which we had to study in school and is about the failed revolt by Gomes Freire, is about this exact fact.

There's a character here I haven't mentioned. Carlota Joaquina, wife of John VI, and arguably the vilest woman to have ever lived in this country. By "vile" I mean, spotting a hot guy on the way, finding out who he is, and having his wife killed so she can fuck him. It's downright insane. And Carlota Joaquina was the great manipulator behind her son, Miguel I.

WHile the royal family comes back to portugal, Pedro IV stays in Brazil. What led to the Ipirange scream is another thing I'm not familiar wiht but the presence of the royal family in Brazil reinforced the wish for independence. Maybe a brazillian follower can chime in and explain this a lot better (I'd actually REALLY appreciate that!!)

Pedro IV ends up declaring Brazil an Empire, this becoming Pedro I. I think it's shortly after that John VI, the man who hid chicken legs in his coat pockets out of fear of being poisoned, died by poison. Thus, his son Miguel gets to the throne

Now Liberal sentiment since Napoleon had grown considerably, and by now, Miguel is not happy, so he conducts a "purge". He leads a very repressive regime against Liberals, which lead them to contact Pedro in Brazil and ask him to come here and get rid of his brother.

I seriously don't know what leads to Pedro stepping down and his daughter Maria ascending to the throne (again, if another brazilian wants to either fact check me or teach me, I'm more than happy to hear), but Pedro comes to Portugal precisely to fight a war against his brother.

And that's the civil war.

Listen, in the middle of all of this, the root cause of the fight, is the Constitutional Charter. The Constitutional Charter had been approved in 1821, but barely upheld. I believe Miguel's mistake was to refuse the Constitutional Charter, as it was against absolutist ideals. Think of the constitutional charter as something like the 19th century Magna Carta, what limited a king's ability to jsut rule over everything and delegate the government to a parliament.

Another point of contention was the church. By now, the Inquistion is finally abolished (1820) but the church still holds IMMENSE power over the country. Liberals want something VERY CLOSE to a secular state. They want the people to have access to education outside of the church, and they want the extinction of monastic orders (which they will achieve in 1834). The absolutists can only exist with the church and its power, so Miguel is naturally against this.

Pedro IV ends up winning the war, and his brother is sentenced to exile and signs a contract stating his side of the family can never, ever take the throne. Fun fact: the "Duque of Braganza", the only remnant of the royal family we have today and who is at the head of the monarchist party, actually descends from Miguel. So you want to have an argument against him, just say "maybe your ancestor shouldn't have lost the war".

I don't know much about the liberal wars, but I know that, like the war againsat napoleon, it involved a lot of guerrilla. A notorious moment was the siege of Porto, in which Porto held strong agaisnt the absolutists (so, Miguel) so spectacularly (they even bombed Clérigos), Pedro IV left it in his will that his body should be buried in Brazil but his heart belonged to Porto. His heart is still there lmao

Again, if any brazilian reading this wants to add whatever, I'm more than happy to hear cause this is an episode of both our histories I am lacking in a lot

[beemovieerotica]

Can you explain more about the assigned-male-at-brazil visa thing like did you fill out the paperwork and the employee looked at it and said you did it wrong?? How did that even happen

oh gosh yeah.

I filled out the paperwork by hand and brought it to the brazilian consulate in Asunción, and I guess I had a lot of tgirl swag that day (hair in a messy ponytail, hadn't shaved my upper lip, tanktop with the straps askew, angelically husky voice because of untreated chronic respiratory problems.)

so the lady at the counter looks it over and types it in, prints it out, shows it to me for approval. I read it over and instantly I'm like, "hey, you marked M, but I'm actually female. can you fix that?"

no language gap here because we're both speaking English, and the portuguese is still Masculino/Feminino anyway so it's not like I mixed those up in writing. my US passport also says female. which she had to look at. and scan. I even point this out.

I'm confident now that I also X'ed out the mistake on the print out and wrote in female next to it

she looks me up and down with this very weird look and takes the paperwork back very slowly and says "okay."

I go sit down with my friends again and we wait however long it takes until each of us is seen again.

second round of "look this over" approval. it still says male. I tell the lady again, kind of frustrated at this point, "hey, I'm female," and I'm starting to get the hint that she doesn't believe me so I change tactics, and now my argument is, "it would be bad if the gender on my visa is inconsistent with the gender on my passport. and only one of those can be changed right now."

I return to my seat. finally after hours of bureaucratic nonsense we get our passports with the visas stuck inside, I happily retrieve mine and we head back to the taxi and when I look at it I'm like. wait a minute.

😩

but yeah luckily it never came up at any border checkpoints, i imagine it happened sometimes with trans people anyway (this was back in 2014 and I genuinely don't know what brazil's politics were at the time with respect to gender).

and we were on a deadline for the world cup and I didn't want to risk doing it all over again to try and fix one thing, so it's been in my passport for the past however many years until it expired. 🤷‍♂️

[bonickhausen]

PORTO

last week i went to porto, portugal. this was my first ever trip abroad. i crossed the atlantic ocean in an elongated tin can. wild!

on the first night, i ran into some issues with the reservation for the place i had rented so i almost had nowhere to stay which now seems funny to me. i was freaking the fuck out but at the same time i remember thinking that if i had to sleep outside, at least the sidewalks seemed very clean and that made me chuckle at the moment.

i ate something that did terrible things to my poor south american stomach and i had to go to a pharmacy in the middle of the night to get some meds and a bottle of water. turns out they don't sell bottled water in pharmacies over there.

the bathroom light switches are located outside the bathrooms and their portuguese is not like ours. people say it's just a different accent and a local dialect but it very much felt to me like an entirely different language so i just used english wherever i could.

it seems safe- far safer than anywhere i've seen so far in brazil. it is a very pretty place. there's this particular bridge over a river that was an absolute delight to look at! great vistas. the climate was also a very pleasant surprise to me since i'm not a huge fan of warm places. i tend to sweat a lot.

it felt very sterile, though. a strange calm, most places made me feel uneasy and despite the suggestions by most people that living there is a good thing, i don't think i'd like that. i'd feel cornered and trapped in a place like that- the buildings felt grey and the people felt grey and looked grey and probably talked grey if i could understand them, which i couldn't.

on the other hand, you see, while são paulo is a terrible place, it has all of my favourite colours! and it has so many of them, even the ones i'm not a huge fan of. i like the fact that if i ever grow weary of cyan i can always try orange or phthalo green. everything is here and everyone is here and i am here too. i'm down to visit other places but i'd like to stay here for a (possibly long) while until i get bored of the whole rainbow.

but i didnt make this trip for a place.

and truth to be told, i don't care much for portugal. it's a nice place! just not my kind of place.

i went there for someone.

we talked and we embraced and, for the duration of the trip, we shared a room together. i rode in her car on the passenger seat, just like i wanted to. this one night, she took the scenic route and for a moment i closed my eyes, listening to the music playing on her phone, the car humming as she steered away from incoming traffic. i felt relaxed.

in fact, she made me feel very relaxed the whole time we were together, except for when i was about to leave. then again, it's tricky: how do you remain tranquil when you're moments away from losing the single most important thing you've ever had in your life so far?

at one point she asked me if i cried often and i told her that it was very rare for me to do so (which it is and i wish it wasnt). ironically, i cant remember of any other day in which i cried so much in my life like i did at the airport when leaving for lisbon. i sobbed my way through the customs line and after that i sat at the first bench i could find to rest and try to recover, i could not and instead i just cried more until my head and throat started hurting. eventually i wiped my face and kept walking as if nothing had happened.

i miss her. i miss her and i miss her touch and her singing and i miss looking at her so that i could see how she looks at things and i miss her talking about these things and i miss so many other things about her. i miss having her with me. i miss her reading random shit as we walked on the streets holding each other's hands. i miss being able to hold her close to me and i miss being able to ask her about anything anytime. sometimes i didnt even really know what to say, i just said things so that i could hear her voice in a reply. i miss watching her petting those cats and i miss talking to her about movies because she gets so excited over those. i miss her

she's in a complicated situation. i wish she'd come back to brazil but that's just my optimism. she'll do whatever works best for her. i hope everything works out for her.

i feel sad but i also feel content. i did what i set out to do: i crossed an ocean and i told her all i had to say.

and now, back to living!

[kurottsukii]

One | Rising High

My fist connected to my opponent's jaw beautifully, his skin rippling like a wave at the aftermath, a mixture of blood and spit escaped his busted lips and onto the mat beneath us in slow mo.  I watched him as he hit the floor hard with a thud, just waiting for him to get up but he never did, he just laid there, unconscious. The arena was silent for a while, I guess they were also trying to  process what just happened too, then the sound of people chanting my name filled the place. But yet I just stood there, tired, shocked, confused, everything and anything filling my head as  a fake smile was  plastered on my face.

Can't let the people see me stuck in thought.

The referee held my arm up for a few seconds  before giving me my titles. I placed them both over my shoulder as I just stood there again, this time drinking in the chants and screams of joy. I won, even though I had a busted lip, bloody knuckles, bruised ribs, and even maybe a concussion... I won. I just beat the best UFC fighter there was for his title.

This is has to be the greatest moment of my life, even if this wasn't the career I wanted in the beginning, this is my life and let me say I fucking love it. It brings me joy, happiness, excitement. It's a challenge everyday and each challenge is harder than the next.

And to think, all of this started with my dad training me how to fight and protect myself in his basement. And look at me now, I'm the first ever UFC and MMA women's champion to hold not only two championships but also a male championship. I even beat Ronda Rousey's winning streak, which..she didn't like so much. But hey, if she has a problem, she could just fight me and get her ass handed to her. Again.

After taking in the chants and cheers, I finally left the arena. The sound of people yelling and cheering became muffled as I walked further out and to my own locker room. The cold air hitting me in the face as soon as I stepped in the hallway to my room, its less crowded than usual. Usually the place would be filled with staff just running around. If I wasn't in such a hurry to get to my room, I would probably go investigate, not.

Once opening and closing the door, I threw the championships on my couch near by and just slid on the floor face first,  groaning at the sharp pain coming from my ribs. That guy really fucked me up badly.

My eyes felt heavy, I couldn't fight it any longer so I let them shut. I just need to rest a bit before getting up to shower. I just wanted peace. But the sound of knocking interrupted that.

"Hey, vonna ? Yovanna? Nana? ANNA!? I know you in there bitch, open the damn door you cadela." The high pitched voice yelled at me through the door as the sound of the door knob rattling followed. That annoying high pitch voice that definitely sound like it belonged in Disney was my childhood best friend Eva. We met in Rio, Brazil when I first came with my father and twin sis. Eva was the only welcoming one there, the rest of the Brazilians was so rude, not because I was mixed...well..maybe, but it's because I was American. And Brazil was never the one to take kind on foreigners but not Eva, she clunged onto me since day one. She helped me learn Portuguese and the Brazilian culture. Ever since then we were like sisters, I forced her to move to America with me so I could start a career. My father made me join UFC while Eva started her own dancing company which fucking gain millions if I might add.

The sound of her yelling and banging on the door like a mad woman broke me out my thoughts and forced me to get up. My legs felt like jello, just being up caused my body to react poorly. I felt so much pain, my arms and legs wanted to give out but I pushed through it like I always do. Opening the door, I was greeted with a tackle combine with a hug and before I knew it, I was back on the floor. My poor ribs man..

"Oh my gawdd! You took forever to answer, I was this close of being dragged out by security but they know I would just slip out and run back to your room. Anyways, congrats on retaining your championship girl! You almost broke that guy's jaw.." She added which made me frown a bit. I'm glad I was able to beat one of the toughest guy in this joint but I didn't want to hurt him too bad. Hurting people so much to where they gotta go to the hospital was never my intention in this. But it always ended happening, I can never control my strength and I always end up badly hurting people, I went so far to end a girl's career last year...which earned me the nickname "The Serial Killer" or "The Goddess of distruction." My personal favorites was; "The sociopath of the century" and "The Devil's Daughter."

It was cool and all but me being the  person I am, I always end up feeling guilty as hell. It was like I was playing god with people's lives and I fucking hated it.

Eva must've noticed my frown because she just simply squished my cheeks and pecked my bruised lips, which stunged like hell if I might add, before pulling me up from the floor. "Don't worry about it vonnie..I'm sure he's fine. Probably embarrassed that he got his ass kicked by a 5'7 girl...but fine." I just sighed deeply which was my only response.

"Don't worry about him, what you should worry about is showering because you smell like a football team. To think...a beautiful girl like you smell so damn bad." She pinched her nose with a disgusted look behind it, I  didn't even bothering commenting, I just simply rolled my eyes at her harsh insult as I made my way to the shower. I don't think I smelled that bad but damn...she went a lil overboard with all of that.

30 minutes later

I finally stepped out the shower, I'm pretty sure I used up all the hot water by now but at least I'm clean and smell....fresh...? I was clean, super clean, let's just leave it at that.

Putting on my leggings and a hoodie, I walk out the bathroom only to spot Eva on my phone. "Hey did someone call or something?" I asked, peering over her shoulder which was a wrong move. She jumped violenty, hitting me in the face with own my phone. And yet she didn't even apologize...She just glared at me before answering my question.

Bitch...

"Yeah, it was some old dude named Vince mac-whatever. I told him you was in the shower so he told me to deliver a message...he wants you to join this place called WWE."

She said with a shrug of her shoulders, meanwhile I stood there completely dumbfounded. WWE?! Really?! The fucking place that caused my aunt's fucking career to downfall. She was so heartbroken once she was fired, no...she was heartbroken when she found out she was cheated on. She was actually pissed once she was fired or at least that's what I thought, even though she pretended to be fine..I knew she wasn't. She did things she never would of done and then..she overdosed. Her death hit everyone hard, it pushed my mom so far to commit suicide without no one to save her.

They want me to join? How could they want me? I mean I'm happy where I'm at. The pays good, the company let's me do whatever I want, fight who I want. Why would I leave?

Why would they even think I'll join their stupid company anyway.  From what I heard, WWE was corrupted, toxic, and not to mention sexist as fuck. I see those divas they got there, plus almost everything in there was scripted meanwhile here, when I kick ass and win it's real. When I knock someone's tooth down their throat or break their nose till they are bleeding during our match..it's real. I want to say no but shit...being in WWE is a really great opportunity and is the only thing I have to remind me of my aunt.

Mix emotions began to clogged my head, part of me wants to tell Vince to fuck off but the other part wants to give in and say yes. What would my fans think? What would my coworkers think? I've been working in UFC for five years, I can't just abandon them to wrestle.. I would seem like a traitor or a sell out. This could ruin everything I worked so hard for. What about my titles? My championship run, how can I end that without ruining my winning streak?

I was so busy being in my head that I didn't even notice Eva getting up and approaching me only to slap me right in the face which was her attempt to bring me back to reality.

She just loves hurting me.

"Earth to vonnie. I would appreciate if you get out of your head and off your fat ass so we can go. I'm starving!" She grabbed ahold of my hand and just dragged me out the building. I followed behind with my bags in my hand but my thoughts still drowning my mind as I just continue thinking over everything. This is a awesome opportunity but this company was known to be toxic, let alone racist too.  If I do join, I'm definitely going to make some changes in my contract with that company. Jesus..I might regret this but...I think I'm going to join WWE.

Notes;

Soooo, Hope you guys enjoy the first chapter but I want to clarify that the timeline is wrong on purpose. This story takes place in 2013-2014 when the shield dominated the wwe and when CM Punk, John Cena, and Daniel Bryan was against the authority. Ik Chyna died in 2016, just pretend she died in early 2013 for the sake of the story. Thanks! ❤

[siriuslytproblem28]

upon finishing past lives

okay, so, as the final credits of past lives showed upon my laptop at around 4AM last night, i felt a giant urge to simply sit and write. i didn't do it right then, deciding to let the feelings and thoughts simmer for a while longer. then, i decided to read the reviews on letterboxd and came across a beautiful story. i went to bed promising myself to go back to what i wanted to write, so as not to lose momentum which is a very big motivator for me. otherwise, i'd simply let the moment slip and this is most definetely not something i wanted to happen with this beautiful piece of media.

i was opening my notes app rn and then decided to write here, for some reason. i've often been feeling the need to share some of my experiences with narrative fiction here, since i started with posting only about jegulus fics, but ended up talking about a movie or whatever. since no one reads here, it's basically my journal and my archive. i have terrible memory so i love to have all kinds of records and archives for things that moved me.

after this enormous introduction, let's talk about past lives.

i had such huge expectations after seeing one of the people in whose opinion i trust the most having loved it, and the general vibe i felt seeing the promo pics and the poster (i just don't like watching trailers for movies), that as i pressed play i was afraid it might turn to disappointment. what i wasn't expecting was the extent it actually surppassed the meeting of them, becoming most definetely my favorite movie i watched for the award season (very late in the game, i know).

something about it felt so familiar and yet so intriguing, i loved the pacing and the dialog. but especially the subtext. i've seen some reviews talking about how much they felt a lack of connection on a deeper, personal level, and my experience watching it could not have been more different.

not all parts of it clicked immediatey with me, i've later read reviews from people who immigrated to the US and realized i totally missed some details about this particular aspect, being a brazillian who never left Brazil. Though i think that, as a latina, there are some cultural aspects that i could absolutely relate to, probabbly from the perspective of a non north american and that was really interesting.

i don't wanna dwell much on the technicalities of the movie, though i believe it so beautifully shot and placed, i loved how much the scenarios add to every frame that appears on screen, the meaningfullness of the backgrounds that add to the subtext. Which is exactly the point i want to dwell on: the subtext. For me, it's one of the strongest aspects of the movie. Unfortunately, i haven't had the best experience on watching to analyze the writing properly, since i watched it via the jack sparrow way (it's not available in brazil ok) and the portuguese subs were kind of botched. Still, the content of every single conversation and it's weight was not lost on me. Though sometimes simple, it was always majestically written (and obviously i can detail better my opinions the english parts, the language i do, in fact understand without needing translation) and powerful.

i've had multiple experiences in my life with people that seem to come and go, but when i take a closer look i come to realize they have never really left. so i connected to the story sooo much, i even dreamt about of of my biggest crushes in middle school, and my first love, who i spent my whole adolescence loving and still is one of my best friends.

timing and the passing thereof, has always been a complicated thing for me to deal with. i remember writing about changes and my loathing of them from a very young age. now, in my early adult life, i find myself seeking those narratives more than i did as a kid. still kinda fearing the absence they'll leave inside me, but also yearning for the reflections they might bring.

i was around 12 years old when i watched boyhood. it was probabbly one of the first movies to ever cause me a hint of an existencial crisis. not in a way you'd expect, though. not in a "omg i need to get a career and wtf am i doing", but in a sense of how it portrayed relationships, the passing of time, etc etc.

as i grew older, focusing on the past 3 years, then came normal people and just this last january, before sunrise.

I re-read np in late 2023 as i felt the need to, when i realized i was falling really in love for the first time ever since my first love, which had a hold on me for almost 7 years (and i'm 20, that's a lot haha). i found that, somehow, it had meant even more to me the second time around.

january, this year, i caved in and watched before sunrise. i also had super high expectations but nothing could ever prepare me for what i received. it became one of my favourite movies ever, and it spoke to parts of me that i had either left uncared for.

to me, past lives came and fed that specific part. all of these pieces of media i spoke a lot on, they talk to and help me understand a feeling i've had in my heart ever since i can remember.

i always had a fascination with something i've come up with, to explain basically the foundation of everything i love, in art, in myself, in life, "the unsaid".

my definition of it, is that the unsaid lies within the dialog, the text, the spoken word, the writing itself. in media and in life. it's like subtext, but maybe even deeper. it's the look you give to your best friend across the room. it's the goodbye that gets trapped inside your throat the last time you talk to someone. it's the touch that never reaches itself out. it's the i love you you don't dare to let slip. it's the look you give someone when you stopped kissing them to just look at them. it's how your eyes light up whenever you see one of your favorite persons in the world. it's when you stop in your tracks in the middle of a party and gaze at your friends, and realize that life can be, in deed, beautiful, and how lucky you are. it also kinda relates to frances ha definition of what she looks for in a relationship, that really stuck with me.

i live for the unsaid. either be it in the art i consumme, or how i experience it in my life. it's what makes existing worth anything, personally. as past lives dialogs sm with this notion. all the scenes where hae sung and nora don't say a word to each other, their look speak millions. that reminded me of one of my favourite scenes from before sunrise, the famous booth scene. in all of the above, i sat unsable to shake a small laughter, or maybe a sly tear, in response to the volume of what was being communicated there.

i consider myself really lucky with the people i have in my life and this movie spoke to this, too. i have a childhood best friend who remains close to me, a sister, really, for over 10 years. i have another childhood friend, who was my first big crush and baby love i ever had, who i used to think i was gonna marry and have children with, to the extent i have drawings of it, still be my best friend to this day. i have friend since middle school, who i fell deeply in love with at the tender age of 13 and who remained my muse very well util my 19th year of being alive, and she was my first girlfriend, the first girl i kissed, and remains my best friend. i've also been lucky to experience such a short but beautifully loving experience with a close friend i made in college, in the latter part of 2023. i haven't really gotten over him, but it's fine, cause ever since watching before sunrise, i realized i had multiple - and i can't believe i'm refferencing tfios in the year of the lord, 2024 - infinities with. though i had grieved what seems to be the ending of our never named, never labelled, situationship, and i still feel a lot of things for him, i've become gratefull for having experience such interesting and soul touching things with him. for opening myself up for it. for admiting my feelings to him. for the leap of faith i took, even if i ended up stranded or hit by rocks at the bottom of the cliff. i'm grateful it happened, even if i still cry about it and have written many songs for him. no matter how long it'll take me to get "over" him, i'll live. and i'm happy it happened. he's become one of my favorite people in this life and this is something i don't say lightly and don't take for granted.

i think to me, the "meaning of life", is to collect this feelings and experiences that turn you into the person you are at the moment. i have no idea of who i'd be without all my influences. i've written mysel, but i was only able to, with the refferences and quotes of every friend i had, every person i loved, everyone who became my family or stopped being it. maybe it's my cancer moon and venus. but i'm really nothing more than a mosaic, a reflection of every single person present in my life (real or parassocial), a collection of words, spoken or not.

and yeah, i barelly spoke directly on past lives, but it's what i always tend to do anyways. i'm not here to make a detailed runthrough, analysis over the cinematography and the script, i might be an acting major but i lack the knowledge (or maybe just doubt i do). but this is, still, my journal, to track my experiences and thoughts. so that's what i did. and i don't think, at least right now, that this movie can really fit into aything i could try to say.

[josefavomjaaga]

Brun about the "roi Nicolas" incident

Yet another testimony about what may or may not have happened during Soult’s sojourn in Oporto in spring 1809, taken from Brun de Villeret’s "Cahiers". Brun first relates the horrible details of how Oporto was occupied by Soult’s corps, then continues:

The Marshal's first concern was to organize strong patrols to put an end to the looting, and to issue proclamations to the inhabitants urging them to return to their homes. He had the good fortune to instil confidence in them, and his voice was heard: a local administration was organised. Order was restored within a few days, and the town was soon repopulated. This nation, whose character is fiery, like that of all southern nations, did not take long to become a sort of friend to us. It was beginning to tire of the domination of the English, who exercised an odious monopoly over its main trade, wine. It realised that, as it could receive no protection from its sovereign in Brazil, it was better to yield to France and be protected by her than to suffer English tyranny, and the result was a revolution in people's minds that no one had dared to hope for.

To me this is actually not all that astonishing. In most European countries there was a pro-French party, people who wished for similar modernizations as in France. Heck, even some sovereigns had originally held secret sympathies for the French Revolution. So I would argue that it was not a matter of the Portuguese all of a sudden changing their opinion but of the francophiles among them coming out of hiding and daring to speak up.

The signal was given by the municipality of Braga, which sent the General-in-Chief an address stating that it wished not only to surrender to the Emperor Napoleon, but also to obtain from him "a prince of his blood or of his choice" to govern Portugal. The address ended with an imprudent phrase that caused Marshal Soult a great deal of grief and caused me great embarrassment. It expressed the wish that the emperor's choice should fall on the general-in-chief of his army in Portugal.

So, according to Brun, that’s how it all started: One Portuguese town indeed asking for a new king, and adding that they would not mind if this king happened to be that one Soult guy already in place.

This declaration was widely echoed. Oporto and the main towns in the two northern provinces, Tras-os-Montes and Entre-Douro-et-Minho, were quick to send similar addresses. The animosity we had been shown on our arrival vanished completely, and we were allowed to believe that we were in the midst of an allied nation.

Well, that was quick. - Brun then continues to list the enormous difficulties of Soult’s corps as far as their military situation was concerned, namely the lack of support they received from Ney, who had lost contact with the small garrison Soult had left at Tuy precisely in order to maintain communications with the French armies outside of Portugal, and who, according to Brun "did not move from his quarters". (Which is not fair either because we know that he did move from nunnery to nunnery in order to liberate the female inmates 😋…). Likewise, they never as much as heard from Victor, who was supposed to send general Lapisse’s division to Abrantès in support of Soult’s corps. They were cut off from all communications and entirely on their own. As Brun puts it:

Our situation was absolutely the same as that of Cortez among the Americans.

So Soult sent Loison with a strong detachment east to take Amarante and then look in the direction where Soult suspected Lapisse and Victor to be. (Btw, Saint-Chamans in his memoirs strongly reproaches him for not going back and joining Ney in Galicia instead but… oh, well. Those two.) Brun continues:

At the same time he thought that he could make great use of the addresses I have mentioned above, and he had General Ricard, his chief of staff, write to all the commanders of the cantonments, so that they would propagate the spirit of them and encourage as many communes as possible to sign similar ones. In giving these instructions, he did not think, or did not want to think, about the consequences of the sentence which was personal to him, and this indifference or this intention subsequently gave rise to very unfortunate interpretations, to which I will have occasion to return.

Thanks, Brun, no need for that, we are all quite aware of those interpretations 😁. German Wikipedia still gives "Nicolas" as Soult’s first name. I would also like to expressly contradict Brun at this point. For me, it seems as clear as day that Soult was well aware of the sentence referring to him personally and the related rumours in the army when he compiled the "Circulaire Ricard". After all, an entire paragraph asserts that he had a completely clear conscience in this regard.

The rest is well-known, I believe: the cloak-and-dagger story of Argenton’s secret conspiracy with Wellington, Soult being utterly surprised by the British forces and almost cut-off, before barely managing to get his troops – minus waggons and artillery – over the mountains back into Galicia. So I’ll stop here and continue later with Brun’s story of how he had to report about all this to one infuriated emperor in Vienna, a couple of months later.

[mayabezerra]

character basics.

full name: maya bezerra

age & date of birth: 28 & february 9th

gender & pronouns: female - she/her

time living in covington: 5 years

occupation: bartender at heavy hitters & clerk at the lost page

positive traits: determined & courageous

negative traits: aloof & aimless

where do they live: downtown

sexuality: bisexual

relationship status: single

background.

trigger warnings: child abandonment

the journey to covington, georgia for maya bezerra began in são paulo, brazil. it was where she had been born to a single mother who made her income by waitressing. it was a pretty good life, the tips from tourists were really strong and made it fairly simple to afford a living for her and maya. most of her childhood was spent either at the ranch or at the beach whenever her mother was working. the company and caretaking came in the form of an “aunt” that was able to keep an eye on maya whenever her mother wasn’t capable. up until her mother’s disappearance she had always been a happy child that never really felt the emptiness of not having a father or her mother around constantly. even in youth she somehow understood that this was the best that could be done. then one day maya ended up never seeing her mother again, and never really worried or got scared until her “aunt” did. when she worried then maya worried, and when it was clear that her mother was never coming back maya ended up just staying with her “aunt” on the ranch.

life didn’t even really change that much. she went to school, spent her time helping out around the ranch and went to the beach whenever she could. the constant movement in the earlier years of her life had made her a gregarious teenager, maya had the ability to make friends almost anywhere and one of her favorites had been a clerk at a bookstore in the heart of são paulo who had introduced her to the world of fiction. the best thing her mother and “aunt” had done for her had been to teach maya english along with her native brazilian portuguese. since they had both worked in hospitality and tourism fields they deemed it to be necessary for success. and sure, it had certainly helped maya, especially when it came to getting jobs of her own, but it enabled her to read all the recommended books offered to her. the favorite genres ended up being horrors and thrillers, finding favorite writers in stephen king and agatha christie. she and her friend at the shop even made a challenge for each other; they had to read stephen and agatha’s entire catalog. it became an obsession and something maya took on as a side project in researching the stories, characters, locations, and anything she could find about the novels she’d grown to love. stephen king’s library, including his personal recommendations, had taken up a special place in her heart and something she never would’ve given much more thought to than fanfare if it hadn’t been for her mother.

in her late teens, the curiosity of what had happened to her mother came to the forefront and something maya could no longer ignore. she read too many mysteries and had become too obsessed with true crime to not become an amateur sleuth herself. at least when it came to her singular personal tragedy. after saving up a bunch of money from waitressing, just like her mother, the questions she had been asking around for more than a year led her to obtain her passport and leave her home for the first time ever. the common rumor had been that her mother had met someone and took off with him to the united states, where he was from. what was known and loosely remembered about the man her mother ran off with was that he was from georgia. for years maya had been wanting to visit the famous landmarks of america and now her quest would take her in that direction. there was a brief deviation in her plan, she didn’t want to go directly to georgia, there was still more information to try and gather. and, maya also wasn’t ready to face how she’d been so easy to leave behind. so, instead, she had tracked down her father and headed to portugal, where he had moved before he ever knew he was meant to be a father.

it was a great experience, meeting her father. he had an entire family and she not only got to meet them all, she spent the better part of a year getting to know her half siblings and the man that had wished he’d known about maya’s mother taking off much earlier. with him she learned where her love of fiction came from and they had many discussions over books and writers, he was actually a writer himself but more in a journalism vein. after portugal, maya and her father and one of her siblings traveled up to england to do a bit of an agatha christie tour. it was great but she couldn’t continue to put off her journey to america to see if she could track down her mother and find out what happened. maya wasn’t even sure she actually wanted to know, but she did want to look her in the eyes. when she made her way to covington, she ended up settling in town and looking for a job. preferably one working in hospitality, which she obtained, working as a bartender enabling her to interact with guests and people her mother might have come into contact with. she got wrapped up in the ghost stories and even sought them out herself whenever she was able to trace the footsteps of her mother. it wasn’t all fun and games for maya though, it took a long time before she was able to find traces of her mother. she had lived in atlanta for a few years and had been rumored to have moved out west to california or oregon. there was even some words about arizona. instead of chasing her down, maya, feeling the hold covington had on her, decided to wait it out because she had a feeling that her mother would be coming back. there was a young boy at the last known residence in atlanta.

[notagaybastard]

Review on Netflix's "Everyday the same night"

Netflix recently created a documentary(?) Mini series on a tragedy that killed 242 people that were 18-25 years old in Santa Maria, which is really close to my city

And oh boy.

As a Brazilian and living close to the city that it happened I am really aware of what happened since it did happened, in 2013. But this series allowed me to have a new view on it. When the fire happened I was a little kid, and all I remember from the time is walking on front of the nightclub and being really confused. It was still all black from the fire and had posters of basically each victim.

Yesterday, more precisely at 12:30 am, it completed 10 years since the fire started. And some things aren't solved to this day.

The series show us how it happened and how it affects the families to this day. For creating a sensation of solidarity, they presented us some families that lost their children to the fire. The families from the series aren't real to preserve the real people, but they seem real.

I don't think I have ever posted about it, but I am a truly lover of cinematography, I love understanding the media more than watching it. And this series is so real.

Starting with the accent. Brazil has a different accent for each state, not region, but state. And they're not slightly different from one another, they're extremely diffentey. It changes even in the same state.

And the accent in the series is perfect. So perfect it made me angry. I hate the accent from here, there are so many nonsense slangs and all. That's why I recommend to watch it in Portuguese.

And the culture portrayed is also perfect. The state of Rio Grande do Sul has such a different culture from the rest of the country, that it almost became another country not so long ago.

I love how independent of the pain, the fathers find time to sit in front of their houses, call a friend, prepare the "chimarrão" drink and talk with the friends.

The only thing not accurate is when they show the city I live in, and the hospital is a high building, with lots of buildings close to it. My city has 60k people living on it and the hospital is definitely not a modern living

Summing up; really good. Highly reccomend. Don't watch it if you're too sensitive on subjects like suicide attempts, fire, skin burns, amputation, grief and healthy parents