#gracias connie

[paulypocketitsme]

"Dicen por ahí que me volví loca" de Conny Mendez. ♥️😏🤙🏼🌌

[softstarlite]

The Casualty of Love

CHAPTER 1

Summary: He's back home. You have almost forgotten how warm his eyes were and how big your crush for him was.

Warnings: Age gap (Javier is 40 and reader is 27), mentions of death.

Rating: +18 (Not explicit)

Word Count: 1.5k

Masterlist

A/N: sorry guys that this one is kind of short, I promise that it is because is the first chapter that I write after almost 4 years without writing anything at all and because I have a terrible big cold bullying me. But I promise that future chapters will be much longer, I hope this one gets you hook up (please remember that English is not my first language) :-))

Divider by @saradika

Javier didn't though he would be waking up in his old bed in his parents house ever again, for him there were only two options, dying on the field in Colombia or working on the DEA until he would be too old and they would force him to retire from the field and he would just live the rest of his days in Miami to be close with the only people he would have then, Steve and Connie.

After everything that happened with the Cali Cartel, Los Pepes and the government of Colombia, the DEA “invited” him into retirement, for a bit he thought about moving to Miami but he couldn't bear thinking about turning his back to his pops again, even more now that he was alone in that big ranch.

“Fuck…” he rises up from the old bed, his back protesting. He makes his way into the kitchen, where his dad is already dressed up and drinking a cup of coffee.

“I made a pot, mijo” Chucho says, signaling with his head towards the coffee maker and sipping.

“Gracias, pa” after two weeks of the same routine, waking up, drinking at least one cup of coffee, getting dressed and spending the day keeping himself busy around the ranch so he wouldn't have to even think, Javi was getting tired of what his life looked like now. He loved his pops with all his heart but between the absence of his mom that was their string of unity and the many years that they've had spend away from each other, he felt like there was always a tension when they were together.

“Mijo, would you mind going into town today to pick a few things up for me?” his dad says while getting up from the kitchen table and putting the empty mug in the sink.

“Sure, pops. Just make me a list and i'll go after feeding the cattle”

Taking the keys out of the ignition and making your way across the parking lot to the little store, your head, more specifically your forehead, collapses with a hard thing.

“ Ouch” you rub your forehead while looking at where your purse has landed.

“Uh, fuck” you hear a masculine but almost familiar voice say from above you. Your gaze comes up to be met with a pair of chocolate brown eyes that you have for sure seen before.

“Ja-Javi?” you say with wide eyes and mouth agape. He mumbles your name like a question, like he can't believe what he's seeing, was it truly you? you looked so… so different, so grown up…

“So it's true, you really are back, eh?” you can feel the corners of your mouth rise a little while you say it.

“Been for two weeks…” his eyes can't help but to roam your body “you… look different…” he says more to himself than you.

“Well, that's what more than a decade does to someone” you chuckle.

“It really has been that long? Mierda…” he runs a hand through his hair.

You suddenly realize that your purse it's still on the floor, so you pick it up. For a few seconds an awkward silence floats between you too, in which you both just stare at each other.

You then realize something, “espera, you´ve been back for two weeks and you haven't been to my mama´s house? She's going to kill you when she finds out, you know it right?” you nervously rub your hands together in front of you.

“Shit, you´re right…” he closes his eyes tightly, “with helping my pops getting the ranch in a better shape and all, i forgot about going to Maria´s…”

“Hey, I'm sure if you explain it to her, she'll understand it. You´ve always been her favorite anyways” you give him a reassuring smile that he reciprocates with another, but somehow it looks like it almost pains him to do so, like he has not given a real one for way too long.

Javier chuckles, “well, after so many years away and only picking up like three of her phone calls a year, i wouldn't bet on been her favorite anymore”

“Yeah… I don't think that could ever be possible. And if the amount of times she talks about his Javiercito are indicating of it, you definitely are on top of the list still” you don't take your eyes off of his, you had almost forgotten how warm they can be and now it was almost impossible to pull yourself away from that warmth.

He changes the subject, still feeling guilty about how much he felt he had abandoned his parents in one of their hardest times in life and also the woman he felt that was like a second mother to him.

María, your mom, was his mom's best friend, they had been since high school. His parents became parents at a very early age, most people in Laredo gave them side eyes and their back for a long time, but your mom never did, she was there even when Alma Peña discovered that she was indeed pregnant and not just sick.

She was even the third person to ever hold him, after his own parents.

Your parents didn't have you until they were 30, so Javier was just like a first born child for your mom for 13 years until she had you.

Alma and Chucho did try to have more children but life had a weird sense of humor and after giving them a son they weren't looking for at such a young age, it decided to not give them anymore children. So when Maria had you, Alma Peña held you in her arms even before your father did and she loved you like her little girl until her last breath.

“How old are you now? You were only like 12 when I left” he shifts from one leg to the other.

“I was actually 15,” you chuckle “don't worry, didn't expect you to remember, you were too busy all the time to even notice me” you say a little fast, trying to hide that the fact hurted you every time you thought about it. “I'm 27 now” you give him a tight smile.

“Almost the age I was when I left. Wow, time really has passed, eh?” he says with an air of sadness in his eyes.

“Yeah, that happens” you feel an awkward tension growing between you so you change the subject fast “so… you're just working on the ranch now?”

“Yeah… pops needs the help anyway, he's getting old. I would rather not see him deal with the ranch chores by himself anymore” he looks at the ground of the parking lot for a brief moment then his gaze rises up again towards you “what are you doing now that you´re not in high school anymore?” he asks you with a tiny smirk.

“I changed one school for another,” you giggle “I went to college to get a teaching degree and after working in Boston for a few years, when my dad got sick, i moved back home to help ma with him before he died, then i just stayed for her and your dad to be honest. I'm working at the elementary school now” when you mention your dad, your face can't help but make a tight lip expression, you didn't have a good relationship with him, and you couldn´´t understand why your mom didn't leave his ass for so many years. But your relationship with your mom was pretty good considering the circumstances.

“Sorry about him by the way, even if you guys had a rocky relationship” he gives you a worried look, like he wanted to ask a million questions about how you felt back then and feel now about it, but they never leave his mind. “Your mom told me about it in one of her calls…”

“Yeah, thank you. She was devastated when it happened and I think she felt like she couldn't confide in me because of my situation with him, so she only talked about it with Chucho” you re adjust the purse in your shoulder “well i need to buy a few things and then get back home to ma, I'll tell her that you´ll be visiting soon?” you ask, putting your gaze back into his warm eyes.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Tell her I'll be there on Friday, after finishing my chore on the ranch” he says, almost nervously putting his hands inside of the pockets in his tight jeans.

“Okay, I'll let her know Javi. She'll start making food today, I'm sure” you chuckle and take a step away “see you on Friday, bye!” you wave to him and make your way across the parking lot to enter the little store.

“Bye…” Javier mumbles more to himself than to you, since you were far already. His eyes can't help to roam the back side of your body in your sundress while you walk away from him, when he catches himself, he shakes the thoughts roaming his mind away and walks to his truck to go back to the ranch.

Next chapter

[spaceagebachelormann]

zigmar i come to you humbly on this fine evening with the simple request that you give me some sort of might duck sustenance por favor and muchas gracias

they can be incoherent and stupid and goofy and silly to the max i just need to rotate this little kids like rotisserie chickens in my mind (esp fulton portman and julie)

random miscellaneous tmd thoughts !

✧ warnings: some of them may be ooc ngl

✧ additional info: u got it pookums 😈😈😈🙏 also these can be read as either platonic or romantic (not luis)

✧ m.list — nav.

♡ charlie conway !

the most insane taste in music literally ever

bro goes from madonna to death metal SO FAST

but ngl his playlist is always the best and he always gets to play music whenever u go anywhere

but oh my god he’d love pierce the veil in present day

HES ALSO LIKE SOMEHOW AMAZING AT MATH. but he cannot do science for literal shit

also his clothing style changes js like his music taste

will literally be kurt cobain one day and morrissey the next (hed hate morrissey though)

♡ adam banks !

every team sleepover/event/literally anything could js be a spontaneous hangout is always at his house

it’s because he’s rich and his house is huge as fuck and he has every board game known to man

just do not play uno because a fight always breaks out (charlie is always part of it)

he’s always the one who ends the fight also

he has this very calming presence that’s so nice to be around and him js talking to whoever got into a fight immediately helps calm them down

also weirdly good at comforting in the middle of the night but never during the day??

♡ lester averman !

he would watch full house religiously prove me wrong

his favourite character is obviously joey because they are one in the same

everyone on the team and their mother has been forced to watch full house while he’s been at their house/vice versa

he can also cook like. decently well !! it’s not something he’d prefer to do but he will for his friends if they’re tired or smth

♡ fulton reed !

this little shit

he is so unbelievably competitive over the smallest things it’s actually insane

typa guy to race u to see who can get to one side of the room first and start genuinely tweaking if he doesn’t win

at sleepovers he refuses to fall asleep first even if it’s just by a few minutes

he could be dead to the world but still have his eyes open cause he refuses to let u win (unless ur his s/o cause he might consider it that way)

♡ connie moreau !

she is definitely a theatre kid idc

her favourite musicals are probably grease, hairspray and heathers

she likes female main characters!!

everytime she gets into a new fandom she immediately starts thinking abt what it’d be like a musical and probably wanted to be a composer at some point

would 100% beg to use the aux on a road trip and then blast hamilton loud as balls

she wholeheartedly believes six is a top tier musical and she will DIE on this hill

(fun fact i’ve met andrea macasaet <3)

♡ guy germaine !

modern day guy would’ve loved basic white girl music

“life is too short to pretend to hate taylor swift” —him

also 100% a britney spears girlie. and nsync and every stereotypical white girl artist

but i wholeheartedly believe britney would be his favourite and he has her whole discography on cassette, cd, vinyl, u name it he has a britney spears collection

also his ass is NOT straight 💀 i’ve never met a straight man who listens to britney spears

♡ julie gaffney !

lowkey a regina george multitude if she wasn’t kinda. yk. a bad person

she’s a mix of cher and regina

everyone at the fancy ass boarding school literally loves her because she’s calm, smart pretty nice etc etc she’s just a really great person to be around

shes that one student who has every assignment finisher a week early, all a’s and 100% in every subject WITHOUT being mean abt it!!

her ass is friends with the whole student population and knows every well and knows all the drama but won’t tell everyone if she thinks it’s too personal (it’s it’s random petty nonsense she tells the team)

♡ ken wu !

secretly rlly good friends with julie but nobody knows even though they do not try to hide it at all

literally wander the halls talking abt whatever just for everyone to be like “y’all are friends???”

also this man secretly loves lana del rey

him and julie will sit on his bedroom floor and literally tell him the most insane and jaw dropping gossip she heard that day while lana is playing in the background

everytime someone asks his favourite lana song he says grandfather please stand on the shoulders of my father while he’s deep-sea fishing on did you know that there’s a tunnel under ocean blvd to fuck with them

♡ dean portman !

is actually very very good at math!!

he was a tutor for the 9th/10th graders for a bit to get volunteer hours and also cause he just likes doing math

you’d expect it to be like doing homework with ur dad and the poor kid is in tears while deans like “WHATS NINE. TIMES TWO.” but he’s actually surprisingly patient

if he’s explained something a few times and they still don’t get it he’ll just try it a different way until they get it and work them through the problem

has rlly strong relationships with the 9th and 10th graders cause of this and is essentially their older brother figure

the amount of 14/15 year olds that he’s given relationship advice too is insane (id be one of the 14 year olds probably)

♡ luis mendoza !

his type is secretly quiet girls cause he finds them rlly interesting and likes the thought of them being happy around him but quiet around everyone else

he’s like yes girl be urself with me

it all stemmed from the girl he liked in 8th grade who helped pick up his pencils when she accidentally knocked his pencil case out of his hand (she was a quiet nerdy girl)

like a whole year later and he’s still trying to rizz her up 💀

he’s one of those guys who takes forever to lose feelings

the girl is actually good friends with him btw

♡ dwayne robertson !

i feel like he is fucking AMAZING at baking

his icon is dolly parton and he heard berry pie so he immediately learned how to bake

if someone he knows has a birthday he either bakes the birthday cake or brings them something he made depending on how close he is with them

and holy shit it’s the most amazing thing u will ever taste and nothing will ever compare

yes he’s one of those guys who will go on an 18 minute tangent on how amazing dolly parton is if someone talks shit about her (same i love dolly)

[shesthespinstersimmer]

Girl’s Night (1)

Previous / Next / Beginning

MERCEDES: You slowing down, Vette! Where's Maeve?

VETTE: We're about to go back to Ms. Fernanda's; we can't hang like y'all.

FERNANDA: Just tap on Connie's door; Lorna'll let you in my place.

VETTE: Cool - gracias, senora!

CONNIE: You hear that, 'Nanda? We're outlasting the youngsters.

FERNANDA: I could use a drink, though.

CONNIE: Now you're talkin'!

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MERCEDES: It's been nice having Vette and Maeve here; I'm glad we talked 'em into coming back with us and staying a little longer.

CONNIE: Yeah, they're good people. Might as well get to know them better; they're practically family now.

MERCEDES: You think Es is going to come home with Lupe and stay with y'all, Senora?

FERNANDA: Honestly? I haven't given it much thought. But I wouldn't be surprised.

MERCEDES: They're so cute. You know how first loves are.

CONNIE: Not really - 'Nanda was busy mackin' 'em back in the day.

[mrsjavierp]

Where you belong?

Chapter 2 - Wasted Times

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, drug dealing, bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN. No physical description of the reader. The POVs are shifting between reader (first person and Javi's 3rd)

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: thanks so much for all your love and curiosity, I've got 4 chapters written by now, I don't know how many will be nor the ending yet.

To make it fun, lets add a song to it:

Y/N's POV - 1st Person

The weeks flew by without me even noticing: Between an apartment to find furniture, trying to catch up all that they did about Escobar before I arrived, a routine seemed impossible.

Rights and wrongs, new problems and struggling to find solutions.

And, of course, Javier Peña was fulfilling his bad fame towards bosses.

Sometimes, his name tasted like whiskey in my mouth: bitter.

Peña was, in fact, an intelligent agent... But oftentimes got blindsided by his arrogance or for being a pretentious jerk.

Sometimes, his own dick betrayed him.

"Oh, for fuck sakes, Peña! You still don't get it, do you? No, we're not sacrificing a squad like this! We need to be more reasonable! Enough with wasting DEA's resources!"

He made a noise, frustrated.

"Y/LN, things here were always like this. It's not..."

My mocking laugh interrupted him:

"¡Díos mio, Peña! (My God, Peña!) And it worked perfectly, right? And they brought me from hell just to see how beautiful Colombia is? 'Cause this stupid and dated strategy is working... No, we're doing it my way."

Murphy tried to interfere:

"Y/LN, with all due respect..."

My fist hit my table, really fucking angry. They were not expecting this kind of attitude from their "girl boss".

"¡Callarse las bocas! (Shut up!) ENOUGH!" - I screamed. - "If you want to get yourselves killed, be my guest, however, leave my office and this position! I'm not authorizing, not like that. I want to get Escobar as badly as you, but I'm not risking anything. Yes, he's a hijo de puta and would love to shoot his head, but if we do it right, we can make him pay... But with the extradition. I'm not arresting and leaving him here."

Peña left my office, probably seeing red. Murphy took a breath and went right behind.

It was Friday, for fuck's sake. I decided to dismiss all of them earlier. I needed to rest as well.

While everyone was talking their ways, Murphy knocked on the door again:

"Jefe, let's blow-off some of this and get a drink, we all could use." - pointing out Peña as well.

Peña rolled his brown eyes to Steve.

"Gracias, Steve. I'll join you. You better call Connie, she'll be the lightness that we need... No talk about work, dios mio."

Murphy smiled and called to her, to come meet us at the bar.

"You're coming, Peña?" - I invited him, as I got my belongings.

"No, jefe."

"Peña, don't take it personally. Doesn't have to be like this. Let's go get drunk, first one is on me."

He took a deep breath and came with me and Steve.

*

"Mi amor, cuatro tequilas, por favor." (My love, four tequilas, please) - I ordered to the barman, wearing my most charming smile available.

It worked out fine, actually, they came and kept coming as we wished.

Reggaeton with this sensual and smooth rhythm was being played at the sound box, yet, no one was dancing.

Not now, at least.

"Wow, nice, jefe. I think the barman is not leaving... Not without you!" - Murphy and Connie laughed and Javier turned his face, not looking at us.

"That boy is not my type anyway, mi amigo, thanks for the compliment... Well, got us drinks, so served its purpose." - I laughed, trying not to think about going home alone.

"The way you speak Spanish is so natural, so beautiful, Y/N... Are you also a latin, like Javi?" - Connie asked.

"Yes, I'm of Latin origin, but I was born in NYC... My family is pretty much a stereotype of big and latin..." - I looked at Javier, who seemed so far away. - "Javier, I assumed you were indeed, but I hate to be wrong. Nice to have a Latin fellow here."

"I'm Tex-Mex, jefe." - he said, without any emotion in his voice.

*

As the night passed by us, tequila took us far from problems at the DEA. Actually, tequila made us laugh, even made me dance with Connie.

Javier remained quiet and distant. Something felt off about him.

My body was sweating, my skin felt hot. I knew that feeling: I was reaching my alcohol consumption limit.

Truth be told, dancing was the red flag for me.

Whenever I wanted to escape something on my mind, I went out dancing and drinking. Ever since college, ever since I started my career at NYPD, I'd love to escape like this.

I excused myself and went to the restroom, to check the way I looked: not that bad, as a matter of fact, my black dress and heels were okay, my hair a little messy, my red lipstick were lighter than it should be, so I just made a retouch.

When I came back to your table, Murphy was gone, slow dancing with Connie in his arms, Javier was distracted, still very far from us.

I took my seat, across from him.

To crack up a conversation, I started:

"They're so much in love, aren't they? It's genuinely beautiful to see them, when we're used to so much violence..."

"I've got to agree, jefe... I wish I could have that kind of sentiment, to truly feel that..." - He added, appearing bitter.

Honestly, I was bitter myself and agreed:

"Me too, Peña... Me too."

At that moment, we shared this... Look, a bit longer than anything appropriate.

"Why do you hate me, Y/N?"

I laughed, I didn't hate him. He got all wrong, thank God. My cue to go, or else.

"Good night, Peña."

Drunk and horny, I drove back to my place and went to bed, alone.

*

Narrator's POV:

The last thing he heard from her was a lame "Good night, Peña."

He drank up until the last drop of his whiskey.

Javi closed his eyes, wishing her.

No, craving.

Javier paid his part of the check and left it to one of his... Girl who wasn't his friend.

"I'm not fucking my fist, not tonight." - it was a promise to himself.

*

About 9 A.M., Javier entered the hall of the apartment complex he lived in.

Not entirely sober, his movements were slow, as he made an effort to find his door, when light, calm steps walked towards the path he passed by just a moment ago.

His head was hurting, his last night clothes smelled like sweat, sex, cigarettes and alcohol.

Took a little while until Javier recognized the beautiful woman wearing a tight gray gym set...

"This can't be happening... You've got to be kidding me..." - Javier grumbled to himself.

She was even hotter wearing those shorts and crop top.

"Peña? What the fuck are you doing here?" - she asked.

"I live in here, Y/LN... Buenos días, vecina." - Javier pulled out his keys, shaking them, wishing to be wrong about Y/N being his neighbor.

"Holyfuck..." - she cursed. - "I thought I would have some peace at home..." - and as she came, she left quickly and slammed the door to the streets.

Peña, with all the strength on his whole body, entered his place and put his body under cold water, ignoring his hard dick.

Well, how could he ignore it?

The cold shower gave what felt like shocks to his skin. It almost hurts, but he couldn't leave like this, so he fucked his fist one more time, as if he haven't been fucking some chick for hours, until dawn.

His handjob was different this time, if so, even worse than any other, his fantasy was so much closer.

Because, now, he knows...

She lives right there.

Just a few steps...

He still felt hated, however, by someone he would and could make hard.

Her words made an eco into his mind:

"Good night, Peña."

"Mi amor, cuatro tequilas por favor."

"Peña..."

Javier Jesus Peña only prays for two things, now:

That he could see his son before he died.

That his fantasies towards Y/N passed as fast as it came. His guilt and inability to do some or anything were almost killing him.

His load blew on him, while he moaned Y/N.

"Death by hard on" - he made a joke, feeling as dirty as when he walked home.

Next

[illustrose]

Me obligaron sugirieron subir esta colaboración entre artistas con @k1tt1k4t, gracias por darle el toque que le faltaba a Sera y Connie ❤️😂

@futuredays-rpg

[mariadelrefugioquintana]

DICEN POR AHI

Dicen por ahí que me volví loca.

Qué siempre estoy sonriente.

Que me brillan los ojos.

Que converso con las flores y bailo en mi jardín.

Dicen por ahí que creo en hadas y ángeles.

Que les abro las puertas y ventanas en las mañanas y les doy la bienvenida para que inunden mi hogar de luz, alegría y bendiciones.

Dicen por ahí que hablo de “raros asuntos” como Trascendencia, Estar en Presente, Energía, Inmortalidad, Sanación, Conciencia…

Dicen por ahí que me volví loca.

Que le enseño a la gente a percibir la luz que brota de sus cuerpos… y que para colmo les muestro cómo se apaga cuando pensamos “feo”…

Dicen por ahí que me volví loca.

Que no me rigen agendas ni horarios.

Que a las comidas en mi mesa también les hablo y les digo: “Divino Sustento ¿Qué haces afuera? ¡Vamos pa´ dentro!”

Que todo me parece bien, perfecto y sincrónico.

Que a lo ADVERSO le busco lo bueno.

Que le abro las puertas por igual a creyentes y no creyentes.

Que doy gracias cuando llueve y cuando hace sol.

Que doy gracias cuando llega el transporte y cuando me toca ir un ratico a pié y otro caminando.

Que lavo la ropa cantando y es igual cuando cocino, limpio y ordeno.

Que cómo es eso de que las flores me “chismean” lo que a la gente les pasa?…

¡Pero me siento tan cuerda y tan Dichosa!...

¿Será contagiosa esta "locura"?

(Conny Méndez).

Amo esta Locura lo Cura Todo

[pattinsonworld]

Entrevista y fotos via RPAustralia

Traducción pattinsonworld

Aquí está la entrevista completa de Alexandra Jones (quien me comentó en Instagram que Rob “fue realmente genial, ¡muy divertido!”) y 5 fotos nuevas gracias a Louie Banks. De Evening Standard 

Aunque tiene una gorra de béisbol calada hasta los ojos después de haber estado despierto desde las 4 a.m., ahora son las 7 p.m., cuando me encuentro cara a cara con  Robert Pattinson  , rápidamente me asegura que está totalmente bien. El hecho de levantarse temprano se debe a que está en medio del rodaje de una nueva película: una película por la que está extremadamente entusiasmado.

"Es con el  director  de Parasite  , Bong Joon-ho  , y no se parece a nada que haya hecho antes", dice. "La  película  es tan loca, es un estilo de trabajo completamente diferente". En la película —  Mickey 17, basada en una novela de ciencia ficción distópica de Edward Ashton: Pattinson interpreta dos versiones de sí mismo (ambos clones) que se unen para trabajar juntos. "Es mucho hablar", dice. Se ha estado hospedando en un pequeño hotel en Bedford cerca de un gran hangar del aeropuerto donde han construido el set. Por las noches ha vuelto a su habitación, cada vez más preocupado de que pueda estar embrujada. "De todos modos, hoy me di cuenta de que probablemente no estoy viendo fantasmas, probablemente sea solo porque he estado bebiendo alrededor de 17 tazas de café al día". Entonces, para confirmar: Robert Pattinson no se está volviendo loco, solo está muy, muy cansado.

Durante mucho tiempo, Pattinson ha sido uno de los actores de carácter más interesantes de su generación. Más recientemente, ha regresado al territorio de los éxitos de taquilla como un Bruce Wayne agradablemente fuera de lo común en The Batman. En la década anterior, perfeccionó su oficio en los circuitos independientes y de arte y ensayo, a menudo interpretando a los bajos fondos, a los bichos raros y a los pelos de punta para algunos de los directores más respetados del mundo (David Cronenberg y Christopher Nolan entre ellos). Mi favorito personalmente es Pattinson como el estafador callejero profundamente antipático Connie en la frenética película de los hermanos Safdie, Good Time. Te olvidas de que estás viendo a un hombre que alguna vez fue considerado el rompecorazones adolescente más guapo del mundo, que es básicamente el punto.

Pero de todos modos, está aquí en su calidad de embajador de la fragancia Dior, ya que la casa de moda relanza Dior Homme Sport y agrega una crema de afeitar a la línea más vendida. Ha trabajado con la marca durante 10 años felices, tanto que ahora me dice que se ha hecho muy amigo de muchas de las personas de la empresa. Ni siquiera lo digo para ser agradable. Ha sido una de las experiencias laborales y personales más agradables que he tenido en mi vida.' En cuanto a la fragancia, dice que es malo para identificar cuáles son sus olores favoritos, "pero, quiero decir, es un poco cursi, si estás enamorado de alguien, su olor se vuelve muy particular para ti... así que sí, algo como 'novia en bata'.' Su novia es la modelo y música Suki Waterhouse.

Lo que más le gusta de trabajar con Dior son las oportunidades que le ha brindado, dice. En el último anuncio de la fragancia Dior Homme, tuvo la oportunidad de enfrentarse a uno de sus mayores miedos y bailar en público. 'Pensé que había roto mi maldición cuando hice esa escena [en la que Pattinson realiza un shimmy exuberante y despreocupado]. Pero luego fui a una fiesta unas semanas después, pensando que era como Billy Elliot y tan pronto como di un paso en la pista de baile tuve uno de los ataques de pánico más grandes de mi vida. Sabes cuando crees que eres ese tipo y luego, de repente, te sientes brutalmente humillado. Sí, se sentía como si mi papá me hubiera pillado disfrutando de andar en auto. me quedé helado; Creo que me fui de la fiesta después de eso. Pattinson ha hablado en el pasado sobre el hecho de que se siente incómodo siendo el centro de atención y que no le gustan las multitudes.

Actuar parece una elección de carrera extraña para alguien con estas aversiones particulares, aunque, presumiblemente, no esperaba inspirar una lujuria tan rabiosa en aproximadamente la mitad de los adolescentes del mundo. Quizás la instantánea menos filtrada que obtenemos de sus puntos de vista sobre la fama es a través de Miedo y vergüenza, el corto de comedia de tres minutos que escribió y protagonizó en 2017. En la película, una celebridad hambrienta se encuentra en una espiral descendente neurótica mientras corre por Nueva York en busca de un perrito caliente. Mientras trata de evadir los aullidos de los paparazzi y evitar ser visto ("Ese es Teen Wolf", dice un transeúnte. "Definitivamente se está burlando de ti", responde el monólogo interno de Pattinson), tienes una idea de la claustrofobia y la paranoia que una persona en esa posición. podría experimentar.

Problemáticamente, él es realmente atractivo. Incluso con un sueño mínimo, Pattinson es lo suficientemente guapo como para hacerte sonrojar (y yo ni siquiera era parte del Equipo Edward en el pasado): de mandíbula afilada y leonino, también es modesto y autocrítico. En la sesión de fotos para este número, entró con tan poca fanfarria (agarrando una bolsa de por vida con un diseño de perro con su almuerzo dentro) que al principio nadie se dio cuenta de que había llegado. Se movió por la habitación, estrechando la mano de todos, diciendo 'hola' a cada miembro de la tripulación de turno. No es exactamente encantador, en esa manera suave de Los Ángeles, es demasiado inglés e inquieto (vapea durante toda la entrevista, no es un vape con sabor, me dice, está tratando de dejarlo), pero es divertido. No es algo que esperaba, rara vez lo lees sobre él, pero todo lo que dice tiene una inflexión perversamente irónica. Tiene buen ojo para el absurdo (ver de nuevo: Miedo y vergüenza) y se ríe rápidamente, a menudo de sí mismo. En los días previos a nuestra entrevista, me encuentro con varias personas que lo conocen o que lo han conocido, todos ofrecen reseñas estelares. La escritora de sucesos Lucy Prebble, por ejemplo, se entusiasma con él; no son muy cercanos, pero se han visto varias veces y él es muy divertido, me dice, bueno para salir por la noche.

No puedo decirles cuál es la ecuación que significa que un actor candente termina catalogado como un 'actor serio' mientras que otro es descartado como un mero 'dulce para la vista', pero Pattinson ciertamente no es el primero en encontrar frustrante su lote asignado. . A principios de este año, Alexander Skarsgård dijo que después de su primer trabajo, terminó en una 'estúpida lista de "chicos sexys"' y luego nadie lo tomó en serio. En el pasado, Pattinson ha hablado sobre resistir la presión de ser definido para sus papeles, incluido Batman. Era una broma, dice ('aunque me metí en muchos problemas por decir que no hago ejercicio, incluso de mi entrenador, que dijo: "¿Por qué dices eso?") pero ciertamente insinúa su malestar por ser visto como un símbolo sexual. También es, señala,

Broma o no, sus citas arrojaron luz sobre la presión que enfrentan los hombres para verse de cierta manera, una presión que se ha estado filtrando constantemente a los niños cada vez más jóvenes. "Sí, es una locura", dice. "Y también es muy, muy fácil caer en ese patrón, incluso si solo estás observando tu ingesta de calorías, es extraordinariamente adictivo, y no te das cuenta de lo insidioso que es hasta que es demasiado tarde". Pattinson dice que nunca ha tenido problemas con la imagen corporal, 'pero básicamente he probado todas las modas que se te ocurren, todo excepto la consistencia. Una vez comí nada más que papas durante dos semanas, como una desintoxicación. Sólo patatas hervidas y sal rosa del Himalaya. Aparentemente es una limpieza... definitivamente pierdes peso. Y traté de hacer esto una vez. Yo estaba como, "Oh, ¿Hay una dieta en la que solo comes tablas de charcutería y queso todo el tiempo? Pero no me di cuenta de que no puedes tomar cerveza, ya que anula por completo el propósito. Una de sus resoluciones para 2023 es probar la consistencia y conseguir un perro. “Pasé tantas horas mirando fotos de diferentes perros, quiero decir literalmente durante meses y meses, así que si no obtengo uno, será una pérdida de tiempo colosal”. Quiero decir, realmente entré. Me dice que prefiere la variedad desaliñada y enana.

Es divertido que en la próxima película interprete a clones de sí mismo porque hay un comercio saludable de falsificaciones profundas de Robert Pattinson en las redes sociales. "Lo sé, es aterrador", dice. 'La cantidad de personas que me conocen bastante bien y todavía dirán: "¿Por qué estás haciendo estos videos de baile extraños en TikTok?" Es realmente extraño. Simplemente te das cuenta de que estamos a dos años de que sea indistinguible de la realidad, y ¿qué diablos voy a hacer como trabajo entonces?

A pesar de un horario tan intenso que raya en la psique – delicia, me dice que todavía le preocupa de dónde vendrá el próximo trabajo. "Hay algo en mí que es muy, muy profundo y hace que la idea de tomarme unas vacaciones parezca imposible... Me descubro pensando: 'No, tengo que seguir trabajando, tengo que seguir trabajando todo el tiempo, esto podría ser mi última oportunidad, tengo que ahorrar para un día lluvioso.

Es genético. Mi papá siempre fue malo para tomarse vacaciones”, continúa. "A él siempre le encantaría, pero recuerdo que incluso cuando era un niño muy pequeño, siempre había lágrimas la noche anterior, decía: 'Solo vete sin mí, solo vete sin mí'".

Pronto, sin embargo, me dice mientras terminamos, llegará su hora de tomarse un tiempo libre. "Y mientras tanto", sonríe, "estaré aquí luchando con el demonio fantasma".

[selev-shirogane]

La voz de Connie fue buenísima. Quien es la actriz de voz de Connie?

Muchas gracias!!! >< y bueno, podría decirse que prácticamente es Meli G xd

[ligiaonwlz]

Friday 4/12 a colleague and friend in the disability Justice movement, Connie Arnold was interviewed by Adrienne Lauby on Pushing Limits at 94.1 FM KPFA. (Interview starts at 7:50 the link is below)

The interview was about the shortage of the shortage of in-home care, in action by our leaders, inadequate pay scales, and the consequences of all of it on the disabled the interview is very honest, accurate, and very real for many of us. I can't say that I've never felt hopeless with no way out because of this situation. It's something that many of us struggle with. Connie has actually talked with me during these times. Thank you Connie! Please listen and share, please create more awareness around this issue that hurts our community...

https://kpfa.org/

https://kpfa.org/player/?audio=421201

If you are in a tough spot and feel hopeless, I know it won't solve all of the issues, but please either call 988 or seek help from The following places...

https://www.smchealth.org/suicide-prevention

https://star-vista.org/programs/crisis-center/

(ID: 94.1 KPFA on the right there is an image of a person yelling into a microphone with music notes on the right)

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El viernes 12 de abril, Connie Arnold, colega y amiga del movimiento por la justicia de las personas con discapacidad, fue entrevistada por Adrienne Lauby en Pushing Limits en 94.1 FM KPFA. (La entrevista comienza a las 7:50 el enlace está debajo)

La entrevista fue sobre la escasez de atención domiciliaria, las acciones de nuestros líderes, las escalas salariales inadecuadas y las consecuencias de todo esto para las personas discapacitadas. La entrevista es muy honesta, precisa y muy real para muchos de nosotros. No puedo decir que nunca me haya sentido desesperada y sin salida debido a esta situación, es algo con lo que muchos de nosotros luchamos. De hecho, Connie ha hablado conmigo durante estos momentos. ¡Gracias Connie! Por favor escuche y comparta, para tener más conciencia sobre este tema que daña a nuestra comunidad...

https://kpfa.org/

https://kpfa.org/player/?audio=421201

Si se encuentra en una situación y se siente desesperado, sé que no resolverá todos los problemas, pero llame al 988 o busque ayuda en los siguientes lugares...

https://www.smchealth.org/suicide-prevention

https://star-vista.org/programs/crisis-center/

(D: 94.1 KPFA a la derecha hay una imagen de una persona gritando ante un micrófono con notas musicales a la derecha)

[mylov888]

Dicen por ahí que me volví loca. Que siempre estoy sonriente.😁 Que me brillan los ojos.🤩 Que converso con las flores 💐y bailo en mi jardín.🍄☘️🌴🐲 Dicen por ahí que creo en hadas 🧚y ángeles 👼 Que les abro las puertas y ventanas en las mañanas ☀️y les doy la bienvenida para que inunden mi hogar 🏠❤️de luz, alegría y bendiciones. Dicen por ahí que hablo de "raros asuntos" como Trascendencia, Estar en Presente, Energía, Inmortalidad, Sanación, Consciencia...🪫⚡️🔌

Dicen por ahí que me volví loca. 🤪

Que le enseño a la gente a percibir la luz 🌈que brota de sus cuerpos... 👥 y que para colmo les muestro cómo se 📴apaga cuando pensamos "feo".

Dicen por ahí que me volví loca.

Que no me rigen agendas 📔📔ni horarios.🕣 Que a las comidas en mi mesa también les hablo y les digo: "Divino 🍽️ Sustento ¿Qué haces afuera? Vamos pa dentro! Que todo me parece bien, perfecto y sincrónico.👌 Que a lo ADVERSO le busco lo bueno. Que le abro las puertas 🚪 por igual a creyentes y no creyentes. Que doy gracias 🙏 cuando llueve y cuando hace sol. Que doy gracias 🙏 cuando llega el transporte y cuando me toca ir un rato a pie también.. Que lavo la ropa cantando 🎶 y es igual cuando cocino, limpio y ordeno. Que cómo es eso de que las flores 🌺 me "chismean"lo que a la gente les pasa?... ¡Pero me siento tan cuerda y tan Dichosa!.. 🤘 ¿Será contagiosa esta "locura"? MyLov 🫡♾️🤘 Conny Méndez

[ishipmyotp]

Sometimes I remember some of the dumb shit i read when I was into sevenuniversecritical, and one such thing is how Connie saying "itadakimasu" to Greg after he gave her some food was "not cute" and is an example of fetishization of Japan. Like, dude, that's like saying someone is fetishizing Latin Americans for saying gracias after being handed a pen

[diarioelpepazo]

Son expertas en eso de escudriñar la mismísima galaxia [caption id="attachment_105267" align="aligncenter" width="1024"] Evelyn Miralles. Foto Cortesía[/caption]  Luis Carlucho Martín Caracas ha sido tradicional cuna de destacadas mujeres; también ha servido como escenario para su desarrollo personal, de formación académica e intelectual, con lo cual –aunque suene a lugar común–, elevan y dejan bien alto el gentilicio ¡Y vaya que lo han logrado! Por eso, en el marco del Día Internacional de la Mujer, en rechazo al tan de moda feminicidio, honramos –tapaboca mediante, por la pandemia–, el logro de dos legendarias damas criollas que a pesar de su corta edad, son las primeras venezolanas en plantar el pabellón nacional en la principal agencia de estudios espaciales de Estados Unidos, la NASA. Se trata de Evelyn Miralles y Jasna Vellovic. Tan caraqueña como Conny Méndez, la primera, que inició su ascendente carrera en la Universidad Católica Andrés Bello ¿Y la segunda? Con ese nombre, claro que es maracuchísima, aunque con desarrollo académico en la cuna de Simón Bolívar porque le dio forma a su pasión por la química en la universidad enclavada en Sartenejas, epónima del Libertador. Claro que es un orgullo tricolor esa exportación de cerebros –acá, tristemente no hay dónde ponerlas–, cuyas dendritas producen en aquellas altitudes pero llevan intrínseco el ADN de la venezolanidad que las hace añorar el queso llanero con plátano frito, las arepas, la música criolla y otras costumbres made in Venezuela. Cada decisión de la reputada agencia inherente a la vía láctea, el futuro interplanetario, la búsqueda de vida en otras dimensiones y los guiones finales para sus respectivas historias –que a muchos les resultarían más apegadas a la ciencia ficción–, está la acción de Evelyn y Jasna en roles protagónicos, que bien reseñan varios portales y redes sociales. Realidad, aunque virtual “Nunca he sentido limitaciones por ser hispana o por ser mujer. Al contrario, siento que el ser mujer me da ciertas ventajas”, dijo en una intervención la caraqueña Evelyn, que se inició en todo esto por su apego a la arquitectura con el sueño de crear algo importante, sin sospechar jamás que terminaría como autora de estaciones y vehículos interespaciales, gracias a su manejo de la realidad virtual que permite el entrenamiento de los astronautas, para su seguridad cuando pisan esos mundos desconocidos. Hoy, a sus 54 años, es considerada entre las 20 hispanas más influyentes del mundo. Se sabe además que debutó entrenando a los técnicos que repararon el telescopio Hubblet en medio de la vía láctea. Destaca que la creatividad del venezolano es única y necesaria para aprovechar el potencial en ciencia y tecnología, porque tiene la materia prima y la capacidad, aunque falta la estructura. “Las latinas y las mujeres necesitamos ser parte de los avances y tener una voz. Todas tenemos que aportar nuestras mejores ideas”, afirma mientras confiesa su añoranza por su Cerro Ávila y las playas de La Guaira. Considera esta científica acreedora de infinidad de premios a la excelencia, que aproximarse al futuro con niveles saludables de “escepticismo, conocimiento e imaginación”, ayuda para que la previsión pueda funcionar como herramienta para imaginar lo que las tendencias señalan para el futuro de la especie y del planeta. [caption id="attachment_105268" align="aligncenter" width="646"] Jasna Vellovic. Foto Cortesía[/caption] El aire que respiramos Por su parte, Jasna, que se sintió cautivada desde niña por el tema de los agujeros negros que alimentó con la lectura de La historia del tiempo, de Stephen Hawkings –por recomendación de la monja Vecino en su bachillerato–, con sus 43 añitos a cuestas, es una químico a carta cabal y su mayor aporte es el estudio de la composición de las capas atmosféricas a gran altura, para análisis, pronósticos y previsiones con respecto al presente y futuro que depara la naturaleza y sus inexorables fenómenos. Esta especialista en Ciencias

Atmosféricas y de La Tierra deja un mensaje claro a la humanidad desde su perspectiva: “Lo mejor que podemos hacer como ciudadanos, sin importar en qué país vivimos, es ser responsables y estar conscientes de la huella que dejamos en el ambiente, sobre todo en cuanto a nuestro uso de energía a diario. La disponibilidad de energía para la población global es uno de los retos más grandes de nuestro tiempo”, indicó. Insiste en que cada quien puede conservar energía en sus hogares, en las escuelas, en nuestros lugares de trabajo, diversificando nuestras fuentes de energía, reduciendo nuestra producción de desechos, entre otros. “El problema de energía mundial requiere creatividad, diversificación y compromiso en todos los niveles”, aseveró. Está consciente acerca de la preocupación mundial por el cambio climático, aunque asegura que solo en los últimos 10 años se han sumado esfuerzos tangibles de manera multilateral. No descarta la posibilidad de habitar otros planetas en un futuro debido a la naturaleza de exploración que tiene el humano. Expone que su función desde la NASA está enfocada a evaluar la representación de procesos físicos y químicos en modelos de clima global utilizados para pronosticar climas futuros. “Nuestro planeta es un tesoro que debemos valorar, compartir y proteger para que generaciones futuras también tengan el honor de ser parte de este lugar tan especial en el que vivimos”, concluyó. Misterios de la ciencia Dice Pablo Pueblo, al enterarse de estas talentosas damas, que, así como sus conocimientos están al servicio de una mejor vida en el planeta para la conservación del clima, flora y fauna, de recursos como el agua, y así como repararon un telescopio en plena galaxia, se requiere que la cosa permee a las conscuencias y aparezca alguien que repare las escaleras y el aire acondicionado del Metro, que merme la burocracia y su ineficiencia y que viaje sin retorno a confines desconocidos una nave sellada con un solo tripulante: coronavirus. Aaaaaaaaméeeeeeen. He dicho. Para recibir en tu celular esta y otras informaciones, únete a nuestras redes sociales, síguenos en Instagram, Twitter y Facebook como @DiarioElPepazo El Pepazo

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ESMERALDA: Dinner was amazing, Señora. And thank you so much for welcoming me into your beautiful home.

TLALLI: You're so welcome, Esmeralda. But you don't have to be so formal. Just call me Tia Tlalli.

LUPE: Y'all want me to put your plates away for later?

TLALLI: Si - gracias, Lupe.

ESMERALDA: I did my best, but I'm stuffed. Y'all always eat like this??

TLALLI: I'll admit, I may have gone a little overboard, but it's a special day.

ESMERALDA: You cook like Lupe's Tia Connie; so much food, but all delicious.

CARMEN: We work up an appetite around here; my baby make sure there's always something to eat.

ISAMAR: That's right. Whenever you're hungry, feel free to help yourself.

ESMERALDA: This isn't everyone, is it? Isn't there another tia?

CARMEN: Yeah, babe, where's Licha?

TLALLI: She's in the pool. Um... she has a long night.

CARMEN:

Tsk. Them two. While we're on the subject, guess we should lay down the house rules, huh?

Look. Y'all are almost grown; we're gonna trust y'all to make smart choices. Help Isamar with the house, and above all, you gotta finish getting your diplomas. Fair enough?

LUPE: Yes, Tio.

CARMEN: And just so you know, we a sex positive household; we ain't gonna get up in your business. But if you have any questions, though - always feel safe to ask. No judgement.

*crickets*

[laurauniversidadcentral2023]

Mi historia

Mi historia comienza gracias al amor que sentían mis padres, en sus propias palabras se amaban como una pareja de pingüinos emperador luego nací yo y su felicidad fue completa. Ellos trabajaban durante la semana y yo iba al jardín.

Los fines de semana mamá y yo íbamos a las reuniones familiares mientras mi papá se quedaba en casa. Cuando llegábamos a la casa de la tía Conny o de la tía Fanny siempre me preguntaban -Y Juan Carlos.

Yo que tenia tres y no entendía nada del mundo respondía con una sonrisa- viendo futbolito.

Luego ellos, mis padres, se dieron cuenta que no eran tan compatibles como para pasar el resto de su vida juntos y se divorciaron. Al principio me senti triste pero unas semanas después me di cuenta que existían grandes ventajas al ser hija de divorciados, en primer lugar, tenia dos cuartos, el doble de juguetes y dos viernes de pizza al mes, en vez de solo uno.

A los seis ingresé a primero y entendí que el colegio era una experiencia aburrida: reglas que cumplir y palabras que tenia que guardar porque estaba ahi para aprender, los profesores tenian la razón y yo no. Estudiar las materias me parecía fastidioso, pero lo hacía porque era mi deber.

Cuando termine primaria me sentí feliz hasta que inicie bachillerato, los temas fueron aún más aburridos, tu voz no importaba y además te pedían que actuaras como una señorita. Que pregunta más extraña, desde que nací fui niña, mi familia me trataba como tal y me vestía de rosa.

En décimo entendí que a que se referían las profesoras, debía sentarme con las piernas juntas, hablar con suavidad y siempre ser tranquila. Fue cuando empecé a escribir, primero en la última hoja del cuaderno, luego en libretas que me daba papá y por último en la computadora de mamá.

Esos escritos eran solo ideas pero tenian valor porque eran mi voz.

Me gradué del colegio y fue un día feliz, adiós a los uniformes aburridos, a matemáticas y educación física. Empecé la universidad y me gusto más: las materias eran estimulantes, los trabajos divertidos, podía vestirme según mis deseos y mi voz importaba

Luego el 4 de febrero de 2.020 por fin mamá cumplió mi mayor deseo: tener una mascota. Un año después en enero llegó Coky, a diferencia de Lulú no fue adoptado sino comprado. Con ellos entendí el poder del amor, incondicional y leal siempre.

Y ahora 2.023 sigo compartiendo con ellos y con mi mamá, también visito a mi papá para que deje de ver futbolito y en la semana voy a clases. Una historia convencional, con las emociones necesarias para ser una vida, pero sin ese drama amoroso en que vive Natasha Rostova.

Supongo que por eso leo mucho, para sentir las emociones que Natasha vive, quizas quiero como ella más acción y drama.

[archivomusicalrumberos1]

Connie Francis "Gracias" (1963) mas musica