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[hombresargentinos]

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My latino boyfriend is always making fun of me about how uncultured I am and I'll admit, I come from a pretty basic white family. But while my boyfriend seems playful about it, I think his family judges me a lot for it. And from the little spanish I know, I could pick up that they don't really seem to like me too much. So I was pretty surprised when his mother invited me to their family gathering. But when I got there, my boyfriend wasn't there, but everyone has been treating me really nice- saying I'll fit right into the family. Seems odd to me though, maybe I misread them?

Even though everyone is very nice to you, you feel extremely uncomfortable. Yes, compared to your friend's family, pretty much everyone is uncultured. The townhouse looks like it was just photographed in Architectural Digest. Whereas your friend's Argentine mother would never allow such vulgarity. Incredibly, the family is only here a few weeks a year…. But such a luxury….

They all speak English as if they were born in Oxford. Okay, most of them studied there. But as soon as they want you to miss something, they immediately switch to French. That you understand and speak a little Spanish, they have already noticed. The risk that you could understand them when they speak Spanish is too great.

The mother asks you to take a seat at the coffee table. You sit down and take a cupcake. The butler asks you what he can bring you to drink. You actually want to say, "A tea, please". But without being able to control it, you reply, "A beer, mate." What the hell was that? You didn't say that. You look around in fear. But instead of looking reprimanded, everyone smiles at each other in satisfaction. Fuck, how are you sitting here at the table? You've slid down with your legs wide apart and are lying on the Louis Quinze sofa more than you're sitting. The butler brings a bottle of beer and a crystal glass. You take the bottle, drink a big gulp and burp. "Hehehe, that was a good one" you say laughing with your mouth full after eating half a cupcake in one sitting.

"Tell me Steven, are you a native of London?" asks your friend's brother. "You be' your ass, pal," comes out of your mouth. "Bawn an' raised in Tottenham. An' call me Steve, mate" Fuck, you're from a village in Sussex. Why would you say something like that? "Interesting. But tell me Steve, how do you know my son?" asks the father. You'd like to say that he should actually know that you two play soccer together. But instead you say that you take care of the lawn mowing and stuff like that on their son's soccer team. "How interesting, we are looking for a new gardener for our house in the country. Would you be interested?" "You bet I would, ma'am. Anything's better than this crappy job. I'm getting sick and tired of this damn town, too." The brother of the guy who plays in the soccer club pulls out a piece of paper. "Here's our proposal. Could you start tomorrow?". All you see is the salary. Fuck, that's a lot of fucking money for a little lawn mowing and weeding. You don't think twice and sign it with your scrawly handwriting.

Can you remember that yesterday you were 22 years old, a hard-working student and a promising soccer player? Now you're tending the vegetable garden in a run-down country house in the middle of nowhere. None of the staff has ever seen the gentry here. And somehow no one here can really remember what they did before they started working here as a game warden, mechanic or janitor. Fuck, never mind. All hot men here with an irrepressible urge for hard, good and honest sex. Whatever you were doing before you came here, it must have been worse by far.

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Nicknames

—; they are the kind of people who meet each other and make love a work of art. 

There is only one thing that makes the great Oikawa Tooru (29), new setter of the Tachibana Red Falcons and still the starter setter for the Argentine National Volleyball Team, really nervous. And not those nerves that make him contemplate murder as the only solution (like when Ushiwaka changed his stupid you should have come to Shiratorizawa to you should have come to the Japanese Men's National Volleyball Team), but those nerves that make him too shy, like a teenager who just got his first kiss from his crush.

And that thing is the English nicknames he gets from Iwaizumi.

Sometimes it's sweetheart or baby, especially when Hajime greets him or asks what he wants for dinner or lunch.

Sometimes it's my life, especially when he's had a horrible day and needs Iwa-chan's arms to hide in.

Sometimes it's my love, especially when Hajime's proud of him.

Sometimes it is my beloved or my soulmate, especially when Hajime talks about him to other people.

Sometimes it's babe or my pretty boy, especially when they get lost in the bed sheets.

Sometimes it's darling, especially in the early mornings when Hajime is tremendously clingy.

Sometimes it's angel, especially when Tooru wears his best outfits for their romantic dates.

And there are also nicknames that are definitely not cute patootie at all, but Iwaizumi manages to sweeten them in a way that makes Tooru want to grab a pillow and cover his face with it as he kicks like a schoolgirl. And maybe it's probably because of Iwa-chan’s deep, too-hot-for-this-world voice when he says dumbass or fucking brat or the way he laughs between Shitykawa or Sillykawa or how Oikawa knows that behind every bastard or dickhead there's no annoyance or anger.

But if there is one nickname (even if it is not a nickname per se) that makes Oikawa melt to the ground and feel not butterflies in his stomach but real woodpeckers, it is Tooru. Because Hajime savours every kanji, imbues it with pure tenderness and love, especially when he accompanies it with I love you so much or you're my half or save that damn milk bread for tomorrow or I won't buy you any more until the next fucking year even if he has a new packet in the kitchen the next morning.

For Iwaizumi, Oikawa is a myriad of the cutest (and not really cutest) nicknames in the world.

And for Tooru, so is Hajime, sometimes in Spanish (especially mi amor, mi vida, mi sol, mi hombre, cariño, bebé, mi rey, cielo, tesoro, chiquito) and sometimes in Japanese (especially Iwa-chan).

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Appendix V: Checks to Over-Multiplication

Hudson, in his Naturalist on the La Plata (Chapter III), has a very interesting account of a sudden increase of a species of mice and of the consequences of that sudden “wave of life.” “In the summer of 1872–73,” he writes, “we had plenty of sunshine, with frequent showers, so that the hot months brought no dearth of wild flowers, as in most years.” The season was very favourable for mice, and “these prolific little creatures were soon so abundant that the dogs and the cats subsisted almost exclusively on them. Foxes, weasels and opossums fared sumptuously; even the insectivorous armadillo took to mice-hunting.” The fowls became quite rapacious, “while the sulphur tyrant-birds (Pitangus) and the Guira cuckoos preyed on nothing but mice.” In the autumn, countless numbers of storks and of short-eared owls made their appearance, coming also to assist at the general feast. Next came a winter of continued drought; the dry grass was eaten, or turned to dust; and the mice, deprived of cover and food, began to die out. The cats sneaked back to the houses; the short-eared owls — a wandering species — left; while the little burrowing owls became so reduced as scarcely to be able to fly, “and hung about the houses all day long on the look-out for some stray morsel of food. “Incredible numbers of sheep and cattle perished the same winter, during a month of cold that followed the drought. As to the mice, Hudson makes the remark that “scarcely a hard-pressed remnant remains after the great reaction, to continue the species.”

This illustration has an additional interest in its showing how, on flat plains and plateaus, the sudden increase of a species immediately attracts enemies from other parts of the plains, and how species unprotected by their social organization must necessarily succumb before them.

Another excellent illustration in point is given by the same author from the Argentine Republic. The coypù (Myiopotamus coypù) is there a very common rodent — a rat in shape, but as large as an otter. It is aquatic in its habits and very sociable. “Of an evening,” Hudson writes, “they are all out swimming and playing in the water, conversing together in strange tunes, which sound like the moans and cries of wounded and suffering men. The coypù, which has a fine fur under the long coarse hair, was largely exported to Europe; but some sixty years ago the Dictator Rosas issued a decree prohibiting the hunting of this animal. The result was that the animals increased and multiplied exceedingly, and, abandoning their aquatic habits, they became terrestrial and migratory, and swarmed everywhere in search of food. Suddenly a mysterious malady fell on them, from which they quickly perished, and became almost extinct” (p. 12).

Extermination by man on the one side, and contagious diseases on the other side, are thus the main checks which keep the species down — not competition for the means of existence, which may not exist at all.

Facts, proving that regions enjoying a far more congenial climate than Siberia are equally underpopulated, could be produced in numbers. But in Bates’ well-known work we find the same remark concerning even the shores of the Amazon river.

“There is, in fact,” Bates wrote, “a great variety of mammals, birds and reptiles, but they are widely scattered and all excessively shy of man. The region is so extensive and uniform in the forest-clothing of its surface, that it is only at long intervals that animals are seen in abundance, where some particular spot is found which is more attractive than the others” (Naturalist on the Amazon, 6th ed., p. 31).

This fact is the more striking as the Brazilian fauna, which is poor in mammals, is not poor at all in birds, and the Brazilian forests afford ample food for birds, as may be seen from a quotation, already given on a previous page, about birds’ societies. And yet, the forests of Brazil, like those of Asia and Africa, are not overpopulated, but rather under-populated. The same is true concerning the pampas of South America, about which W.H. Hudson remarks that it is really astonishing that only one small ruminant should be found on this immense grassy area, so admirably suited to herbivorous quadrupeds. Millions of sheep, cattle and horses, introduced by man, graze now, as is known, upon a portion of these prairies. Land-birds on the pampas are also few in species and in numbers.

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Can you pls write a small scenario or fic where leo calls ney pretty several times, and makes ney shy and blushy,

this ask has been dusting in my inbox for a while so i decided to finally answer it today... sorry for the wait! i wrote it right after i woke up, so i hope its good enough! (also, i meant for it to be tooth-rotting fluff but for some reason it developed into lowkey horny. my apologies.)

"Pretty"

There were many instances where Leo called Neymar pretty. 

Like when he said his new pair of cleats looked good.

Or when he said his new hairstyle suited him,

Or when he joked about his clothing choices,

Or when he'd gaze at him, devouring him with his eyes, while Neymar was too busy directing his attention at something else.

In all of these circumstances, "Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty," echoed in the back of his head.

But Leo was sure he said it at some point. He thought about it so many times– so it was impossible he'd been so careless not to say it out loud, right?  

Well.

Leo wasn't known for his talking abilities.

But still– he really thought he said it out loud. 

So he was surprised at the way Neymar's face flushed into the most beautiful hue he'd ever seen.

"Really? You think I'm pretty?" the brazilian looked at him sheepshfully, studying Leo's eyes to find any indication of a lie.

"What?" he looked at him, disbelief swaying in his eyes, "Of course. You look very pretty."

Neymar winced at the remark as if he received a punch to the face.

He tried forcing a smile, tried straightening his posture, but he only mustered a pitiful giggle and wave of hand. He looked like an utter mess. 

Leo couldn't hold back a cheeky grin from tugging his lips up. "That's cute" he thought to himself, his own cheeks flushing wildly.

It was a sight to behold, two adult men acting like teenagers flirting for the first time.

But you couldn't blame either of them for that; Leo was always too stoic and bad with words, so anyone would turn into jelly if he looked at you like you're the most precious thing in the world and called you pretty. Not handsome, like friends call each other, but pretty. 

And well– Neymar was really a sight to behold. He was both handsome and pretty– he was gorgeous, the most beautiful man Leo's ever seen. He looked even more beautiful in his natural state; shirtless and fresh from the shower, his long dark curls hypnotizing by the way they shone under the soft locker room light. 

And his eyes. Leo almost lost himself in them. The way green waltzed on top of light brown, absolutely mesmerizing. 

And his golden skin, richened by many long hours under the hot sun…

And his muscles. Neymar wasn't ripped– no, he was slim but defined. His arms, torso, thighs… Leo just couldn't look away. And as Neymar struggled to compose himself, Leo striked again.

"You're very pretty." he leaned in the younger one's direction, placing a hand on his thigh, "Really… Really pretty, Ney." his voice came out in a soft whisper, a hum from the back of his throat.

Neymar's eyes snapped to Leo's face. 

His eyebrows were furrowed. His mouth slightly agape. 

His eyes traced down Leo's face all the way to his lips. Leo felt himself turning to stone. 

Neymar cracked a shy smirk, his expression easing as he placed his hand on top of Leo's. He got a hold of it, guiding it up his body, dangerously close to his crotch, to his stomach, to his chest, to his neck, to his cheek. 

Maybe he was aware of how that affected Leo, because he sported the cheekiest, most delighted expression an embarrassed man could muster, after noticing how the argentine was left panting from feeling his body. The brazilian turned to face him properly, propping his right leg on the bench while the left dangled on his side. Leo instinctively copied him.

"Say it again..." Neymar whispered, closing his eyes as he leaned in and put his forehead on his shoulder.

"Pretty. You're so pretty, Ney." Leo tripped over his words, answering as if he'd been commanded. The air was so heavy.

"...Again?" Neymar pleaded, squeezing Leo's hand.

"You're the prettiest I've ever seen…" Leo gulped, taking a deep breath, "Gorgeous… Stunning… Mesmerizing…" he brushed his thumb against his cheek.

Neymar backed out, breathing heavily. He bit his lower lip, – which took all of Leo's attention – and got up, grabbing his towel from the bench, throwing it over his shoulder. 

"It's funny hearing that from you– Leo Messi just called me pretty." If it was possible, Neymar's face would be completely bright red. 

Leo smiled sheepishly, rubbing his own thighs, "I'm just telling the truth." he looked up at the brazilian, noticing how his gaze lingered on his hands, "You're used to it though… You've been called pretty so many times. Don't be silly."

Neymar ran a hand down his stomach, "Yes." he hummed, looking anywhere but at Leo, "But it's different. It's you. And– you chose such a great time to say that, huh?" he gestured at his and Leo's half naked bodies.

"...It's you who's thinking too hard…" it was his turn to look away in shame, "Is there a right time to say that, anyways?" he looked up at Neymar. 

He wasn't too sure if there was some kind of rule for when to call Neymar pretty.

"Uh–" apparently defeated, Neymar waved his hands around and turned away to leave, "Hum– No– Well– See you at practice tomorrow!!"

Well. If Neymar wasn't going to tell him the right time to call him pretty, Leo would have to find it by himself.

So he'd call him pretty at practice,

In the middle of matches,

In the locker room,

At important events,

Always whispering, muttering, as if it wasn't anything too important, as if it was trivial gossip.

Until Neymar got too fed up with it and slammed him against the wall, shutting him up in the best way he could.

Well.

Now, Leo would never forget to call Neymar pretty.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Okay, so I rarely follow the fancasts of the fanfics aksdjfdj and I know that you had cast Justin Baldoni as Rafe (I really like Justin, my mom loves Justin, if I didn't like Justin she would kill me) but since my mind always imagines the characters in a different way I wanted to show you how I imagined him while I read about him, because a while ago I did a search for argentine men who could fit with Rafe and, although the answer is NONE because Rafe is perfect, I will say that Chino Darin is quite close to what I have in mind.

Ricardo Mario Darin, known as Chino Darin, is an Argentine actor and producer, son of the famous argentine actor Ricardo Darin (Relatos Salvajes) Additional note: If you are interested in homoerotic films about crime and drama, Chino Darin acted alongside Toto Ferro in the film "El Ángel" (2018) where they play a duo of thief friends with great homoerotic tension

I chose him because

It's hot (I'm a lesbian and even I know that)

He is very sweet and kind

He is a simp with her girlfriend Ursula Corberó (great spanish actress known mainly for her role in Tokyo in the series La casa de papel) (Once on a carpet reporters asked him how Ursula is like -because it is said that she has a "bad character" or "a very strong personality"- and he responded "If I define her I limit her" and it became a meme in Argentina ahajjdjjss but we still all love him because of how sweet he was and he is always simping about her everytime he can)

Look at this photo of him in his teens

5. And look at him now (at his 34)

And now a bonus one when he was a kid because why not

Also, Chino Darín plays the young officer "El Ganso" Gómez in "Death in Buenos Aires" and here I leave you a pic in case it is of interest to you

OKAY BUT I LOVE HIM. OH WOW.

I'm often scared to cast actors I don't know (at least a lil bit) as my characters in case they turn out to be problematic sknjkcs and also Justin Balconi gives me serious Rafael vibes with his body language also the way he loves his wife OOF.

BUT THIS GUY THOUGH...

ps - the hair and the beard is 10/10.

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Thursday, May 23, 2024

US Hostages (Atavist) You’re on a work trip in a faraway country when men with guns suddenly appear and spirit you into a windowless black van. They blindfold you. They tell you to keep quiet. Your mind races as you attempt to make sense of a situation that defies logic. Where am I going? Why is this happening? What do they want? Will I ever see my family again? Between 2012 and 2022, an average of 34 U.S. hostages were being held somewhere overseas. Often, the perpetrators are terrorist organizations; for example, Hamas is presently holding five U.S. nationals somewhere in Gaza. But foreign governments are increasingly the bad actors, targeting businesspeople, aid workers and journalists.

It’s so hot in Mexico that howler monkeys are falling dead from the trees (AP) It’s so hot in Mexico that howler monkeys are falling dead from the trees. At least 138 of the midsize primates, who are known for their roaring vocal calls, were found dead in the Gulf Coast state of Tabasco since May 16, according to the Biodiversity Conservation of The Usumacinta group. Others were rescued by residents, including five that were rushed to a local veterinarian who battled to save them. While Mexico’s brutal heat wave has been linked to the deaths of at least 26 people since March, veterinarians and rescuers say it has killed dozens and perhaps hundreds of howler monkeys. Around a third of the country saw highs of 45 degrees Celsius (113 degrees Fahrenheit) on Tuesday.

Kenyan Officers in Haiti (1440) Kenya will begin to deploy police officers to Haiti to lead a UN-authorized multinational mission to quell gang violence. The officers—some of whom have experience fighting Islamist insurgent groups near Somalia—will constitute 1,000 of the 2,500-person security force that is largely financed by the US. More than 1,500 people have been killed in Haiti so far this year, and hundreds of thousands have fled as gangs control 80% of the capital of Port-au-Prince. One of them—the Crips-inspired 5 Segonn—is among the country’s leading cocaine traffickers, with ties to the 2021 assassination of Haiti’s then-president. Kenya’s decision to deploy officers comes after a series of court-ordered delays and as Haiti’s main airport reopened for the first time in three months. In addition to Kenya, a number of countries have offered personnel for the mission, including the Bahamas, Bangladesh, Barbados, Belize, Benin, Chad, and Jamaica.

China’s Steel Spurs Latin America Toward Tariffs (Bloomberg) Latin American nations are following in the footsteps of the US and Europe by imposing prohibitive tariffs on Chinese imports—a new strain in what’s been an otherwise cozy connection. Mexico, Chile and Brazil have hiked—and in some cases more than doubled—duties on steel products from China over the past several weeks, and Colombia may be next. The turn toward protectionism is spurred by a flood of Chinese imports that threatens to put Latin American steel producers out of business and risk a combined 1.4 million jobs.

Harsh words (Foreign Policy) Spanish Prime Minister Pedro Sánchez indefinitely recalled Madrid’s ambassador to Argentina on Tuesday after Argentine President Javier Milei accused Sánchez’s wife, Begoña Gómez, of being “corrupt.” “There is no precedent for a head of state who goes to another country’s capital to insult its institutions and flagrantly interfere in its internal affairs,” Spanish Foreign Minister José Manuel Albares said. Milei’s comments alluded to a judicial investigation into Gómez that Sánchez argues is a right-wing smear campaign. Last month, Sánchez considered resigning over the controversy. Following Sánchez’s recall, Milei said the Spanish leader has an “inferiority complex” and should seek out “a psychologist for him to mature.” This week’s comments were just the latest insults that Argentina’s far-right president has thrown at foreign leaders in recent months. In March, Milei called Mexican President Andrés Manuel López Obrador “ignorant,” and he accused Colombian President Gustavo Petro of being a “murdering terrorist,” sparking Colombia to expel numerous Argentine diplomats.

Norway, Ireland and Spain say they are recognizing a Palestinian state in a historic move (AP) Norway, Ireland and Spain said Wednesday they are recognizing a Palestinian state in a historic move that drew condemnation from Israel and jubilation from the Palestinians. Israel immediately ordered back its ambassadors from Norway and Ireland. The formal recognition will be made on May 28. The development is a step toward a long-held Palestinian aspiration that came against the backdrop of international outrage over the civilian death toll and humanitarian crisis in the Gaza Strip following Israel’s offensive there. Several European Union countries have in the past weeks indicated that they plan to make the recognition, arguing a two-state solution is essential for lasting peace in the region. The decision may generate momentum for the recognition of a Palestinian state by other EU countries and could spur further steps at the United Nations, deepening Israel’s isolation.

E.U. sets precedent with plan to use profits from frozen Russian assets (Washington Post) Since the earliest weeks of Russia’s war in Ukraine, Western allies have debated how to make the Kremlin pay. On Tuesday, the European Union made a precedent-setting move, formally agreeing to use windfall profits from frozen Russian assets to buy arms for Kyiv. That would amount to about $3 billion in the first year. In the context of the roughly $300 billion in frozen Russian assets, it’s tiny. But it represents an innovative first step as allies figure out how they might use frozen assets without inviting legal challenges or undermining trust in their financial systems.

‘Code 9.2’: The secretive Ukrainian drone unit tasked with dropping mines into Russia (CNN) Dusk brings an urgent race to hide before dark. The “Code 9.2” drone unit, from the 92nd assault brigade, are moving into a new launch position from where they are about to conduct a rare and potent mission: flying drones into Russia and dropping mines onto key roads inside enemy territory. On the horizon is the Russian city of Belgorod, now repeatedly hit by Ukrainian strikes. In the dark, the team works fast, racing to attach mines to the drone with the help of red light. They finally launch, and the drone drops two packages from its underbelly. The mines sit on the road, and later the next day, the unit says, hit one armored car and a soft skin vehicle. They retrieve the drone and assess the damage the next day. Their target is Russia, a powerful symbol of Kyiv’s decision to take the fight back to Moscow, and the new, dangerous escalatory turns this conflict is taking in its third year.

Indian election casts spotlight on Modi look-alikes (Reuters) Muslim electric-rickshaw driver Rashid Ahmed is fondly called “Our Modi” in his Delhi neighbourhood for his striking resemblance to Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi, now seeking a third consecutive term in general elections. Living with his wife, children and grandchildren in a two-room home, Ahmed is a celebrity in the surrounding area, and often interrupted at his daily tasks by visitors who want to meet him or take pictures with him. He is known only as “Modi uncle” to the children there, many of whom he drives to school everyday. Ahmed has also attended rallies of Modi’s Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) as a prime ministerial look-alike, exciting those in the crowd who initially mistook him for the leader. Such events have earned him about 1,000 rupees ($12) each, about what he gets from his rickshaw driver’s job each day. Ahmed is one of several prime ministerial look-alikes, from a businessman in the financial capital of Mumbai to a food vendor in Modi’s western home state of Gujarat, to have featured in BJP campaigns.

From London to Los Angeles, many Iranians overseas cheer, and fear, after president’s death (AP) Among Iranian communities from London to Los Angeles, few tears are being shed over the death of President Ebrahim Raisi, killed in a weekend helicopter crash. But there are not always loud cheers, either. While some hope the demise of a powerful figure in Iran’s authoritarian Islamic government may bring change, others fear it could result in more repression. Inside Iran, authorities are keeping a tight lid on reaction to the crash that killed Raisi, Foreign Minister Hossein Amirabdollahian and six others. The government declared five days of mourning, encouraging people into the streets in displays of public grief and support. Prosecutors have warned Iranians against any public celebrations, and a heavy security force presence has been on the streets of Tehran. One female student in Tehran told Reuters that she was not saddened by Raisi’s death “because he ordered the crackdown on women for hijab,” but added, “I am sad because, even with Raisi’s death, this regime will not change.” Outside Iran, some expatriates felt bold enough to dance in the street. The Iranian diaspora is large. More than half a million Iranians live in the U.S.—many in California—and there are large communities in European cities, including London, Paris and Stockholm.

UN halts all food distribution in Rafah after running out of supplies in the southern Gaza city (AP) The United Nations suspended food distribution in the southern Gaza city of Rafah on Tuesday due to a lack of supplies and an untenable security situation caused by Israel’s expanding military operation. The U.N. warned that humanitarian operations across the territory were nearing collapse. Getting aid to displaced civilians has been hampered by closed and chaotic land crossings, as well as problems plaguing the U.S. military’s new floating pier meant to provide an alternative sea route for aid into Gaza. Over the weekend, hungry Palestinians took aid from a U.N. vehicle convoy coming from the pier, and the U.N. said since then it had been unable to receive trucks there.

Hundreds of hostages, mostly women and children, are rescued from Boko Haram extremists in Nigeria (AP) Hundreds of hostages, mostly children and women, who were held captive for months or years by Boko Haram extremists in northeastern Nigeria have been rescued from a forest enclave and handed over to authorities, the army said. The army said the 350 hostages were rescued during a dayslong military operation in Sambisa Forest, which was once a bustling forest reserve that stretches along the border with Cameroon and Niger, but now serves as an enclave from where Boko Haram and its breakaway factions carry out attacks that also target people and security forces in neighboring countries.

Like to bike? Your knees will thank you (NPR) A substantial body of evidence supports the health benefits of cycling, everything from strengthening the immune system to boosting the likelihood of living longer. Now, a new study finds people who are in the habit of riding a bike are significantly less likely to have osteoarthritis and experience pain in their knees by age 65, compared to people who don’t bike. “I was surprised to see how very strong the benefit was,” study author Dr. Grace Lo says, given the profile of the participants. The people enrolled in the study were not competitive athletes, but rather “average” people, ranging from their mid-40’s up to 80 years old. Research also shows biking is good for longevity. “There’s good data to support that people live longer when they bicycle,” says Lo. She points to a study that found people who cycled one hour per week were about 22% less likely to die prematurely.

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[didalexiabreakupwitholgayet]

Hi! It’s me again! Hope you’re having a nice day! I apologize in advance because this one is going to be a little long.

We have talked about this a little bit, but I think how you got into football also plays a huge part regarding your loyalties to a club. Perhaps you guessed, but I’m from Argentina, where football is also huge. I have, literally, watched football since birth at home, in the pitch, at events, everything. Did I like it as a child? I don’t know, but it was always there and it was always available, and we were all explained the rules, the chants, shown the players, the legends… I never questioned which club is mine (Independiente, el Rey de Copas), the same as all my cousins and friends, because that is something that your family passes along when you are born. Loyalty is the expectation, and you don’t question it, not even when you don’t live through your clubs golden age. It would be unthinkable to also really support another club, although of course you have preferences if your club is not competing and you will root for whoever is playing against a classic rival.

European football has also been watched since always in the country and the population in general has had an affinity for Barça due to so many Argentines playing there. In my case, I have a double nationality. I lived some time in Barcelona and hope to return full time in the next couple of years.

Futfem/woso hasn’t progressed so much in my country. Of course I follow it, but just to give an example the Woman’s National Team doesn’t even have an Instagram account. It wouldn’t be a problem if more was posted in the general account, but that’s not the case. Because of this and where I was living at the time, I started following Barça Femení.

What I mean to say with all of this is that I started following futfem as a natural progression and not just because it was a queer space.

In many cases, the opposite is true, queer women found a safe space where they could be themselves. Perhaps they first heard of a player and then followed that player to a club, but the loyalties are sometimes not as rigid, in the sense of “I follow this club in England and that one in Spain.” And that is also okay. But, traditionally, people may first get interested in someone because of their looks, and futfem is not an exception. In my opinion, is what you do after that counts, you may get into it because you think this player is super hot, but at the end of the day she plays a sport, and if she’s bad at it, what’s the point? Then you would be following the person, not the sport.

Regarding “Barsenal”, I’m not sure how it works, but in the Champions League case, I would always root for the team that’s playing against my classic rival.

Perhaps I’m also too millennial to really get it.

If CGH doesn’t get Ballon D’Or I will riot.

Sorry for this being sooo long, just wanted to share my thoughts. At the end of the day, as long as people respect players, boundaries, it’s great that the sport is growing so much.

holi! ¿cómo te va? and please do not apologize. i love long asks and in depth discussions on this app. 💛

and yes, i think there's so much to be said of how football is ingrained into our culture and lifestyle. i definitely do not support ultras culture in men's football but i understand it. it's just become a way of life in some communities.

but ultimately i agree with you that it doesn't matter what got you into the sport to begin with, it's what you do after and how you act in growing the sport that counts.

tl;dr - as long as you respect boundaries, you do you, babe!

[exoid-the-locomotive-monarch]

So I’ve been hearing some big news in Argentina… Labor protests huh, quite a move.

Honestly I do have a hot take a out all this, especially concerning that these unions are protesting a president elected by popular vote:

The labor unions and workers are protesting to protect their own interests, for protections and benefits from labor laws and regulations in the argentine government, and I conclude that is a good thing.

As much as Milei is a president who was elected democratically, the will of the majority is not always the will of everyone, and especially this applies to workers who are having their fields deregulated and will have less bargaining power against the large and wealthy Domestic and international Argentine corporations. If their rights to have a good pay and a safe job goes against the masses of young Argentines voting for an uber Libertarian, so be it.

Milei doesn’t even believe in democracy, he loves inequality and the idea that giving the rich and powerful even more strength will produce an aristocrat class that produces “beautiful art and strong men” while the poor toil in their own lack of funds and must crawl up a corporate ladder to even be recognized as a respectable citizen worth a life.

What Milei hates is that union workers do not ascribe to the fantasy of the blessed cream-of-the-crop class and put aside their differences to collectively challenge his radical politics over collective security, not a major benefit to a few but minor benefits to many, and even think that everyone, even the poor (and this lazy in the eyes if a Libertarian) deserve life, for being born!

So anyway go unions fuck Milei Libertarianism isn’t the solution to the decaying Peronist bureaucracy but rather a new even worse regime.

Article:

https://www.france24.com/en/americas/20240124-thousands-of-workers-in-argentina-to-protest-against-milei-s-budget-cuts

[hombresargentinos]

[back-and-totheleft]

"The worst-case nuclear scenario already happened"

"They always say, if there is an accident with nuclear, it’s gonna be the end of the world. That’s bulls***,” says Oliver Stone. The great, daunting topic of nuclear energy sits at the centre of Stone’s latest film, the documentary Nuclear Now. The multi-Oscar-winning director built his reputation on snap and excess: the violent crime odyssey Scarface (as screenwriter); the visceral Vietnam war drama Platoon; the insatiable Eighties satire Wall Street; the three-hour-long conspiracy-theory-laden thriller JFK. His latest project, though, is one of frill-less conviction.

I’m meeting with Stone, and Nuclear Now’s producer Fernando Sulichin, in the bar of a central London hotel. They are in the country for a pair of private screenings, and they begin by reflecting on the previous night’s event. Unusually, none of the talk really concerns how the film was enjoyed as a work of cinema, but rather, how receptive the audience were to the film’s argument. This makes sense: Nuclear Now is filmmaking as manifesto. The documentary has an ardent message, and it doesn’t waste much time entertaining alternative points of view. Nuclear energy, both men aver, is the only practical road to a green future, and the survival of our species.

“I was a young man in the Seventies and Eighties,” Stone explains. “I believed what Jane Fonda was saying, and Ralph Nader, and Bruce Springsteen. They were heroes – so I went along with it. But as the situation deepened and the years went by… It’s been over 20 years since the year 2000, and still, 84 per cent of the world’s energy comes from fossil fuels.” Stone is no longer a young man, of course – he’s 76, to be exact – and has an air of world-weariness about him. When he speaks, though, it is with a bearish intensity. “Obviously I’m not gonna be here in 2050,” he says. “But my children, and hopefully grandchildren, will be.”

Nuclear advocates emphasise the technology’s relative cheapness, scalability and reliability – unlike wind or solar, its output is not beholden to weather patterns or day-and-night cycles. “We’re not saying [these clean energies] are bad,” Sulichin assures me. “But in order to power the electric grid of England, with the wind you have here, you need to surround practically the whole island of Great Britain with turbines.”

This isn’t strictly true. As an island in the North Atlantic, Britain has the best natural resources for wind, wave and tidal power generation in Europe. It already supplies around a quarter of its energy needs from wind, and is committed to raising capacity to 50 gigawatts by 2030 (peak demand at present is just over 60GW). But the UK is by no means typical.

Smiling politely next to Stone, Sulichin cuts a markedly less intimidating figure than the Vietnam war veteran. But he is no less invested in the nuclear argument. “Hopefully we’re making a small dent in people’s opinions,” he says. “Climate change [is everywhere]. It’s very hot now, there’s floods in Italy, hurricanes… it’s here and it’s there. And people keep dancing on the Titanic.”

This isn’t Sulichin’s first collaboration with Stone – the Argentine has previously joined him for projects about Edward Snowden, Hugo Chavez, Fidel Castro, and – most infamously – Vladimir Putin (more on that in a bit). “I’m kind of the person who has to support Oliver’s vision and make it happen,” he says.

Stone was turned on to the nuclear issue after reading A Bright Future by Joshua Goldstein and Steffan Qvist, the non-fiction book that would eventually be adapted into Nuclear Now. His first thought was, could they make it as a drama? He went as far as commissioning a treatment. “It was my idea to make it about a female scientist, because they’re popular these days – a female scientist with a male flunky, or something.” Stone grins a little maniacally. “And in order to save nuclear energy, she has to basically perform the same tricks as Tom Cruise.”

Unsurprisingly, that idea didn’t come to fruition. While nuclear armageddon has proved a febrile plot device in disaster films such as Dr Strangelove or The China Syndrome (both glancingly referenced in Nuclear Now), the sterile, prosaic reality of it is not really the stuff of popcorn entertainment.

So in the end, the filmmakers opted for what Stone calls an “unconventional” documentary – “because we use a lot of sloppy, ugly footage from the archives. We had to. There’s nothing, no other footage. So we tried to incorporate interviews, and bits of wonderful old footage, but some of it was pretty hard to see.” Nuclear Now also incorporates modest graphical flourishes, a few appearances from Stone himself, and case studies – including a first-hand look at Russia’s nuclear infrastructure.

A while into our interview, Stone grows irritated by a conversation coming from a table some five metres away (“I hate the sound of that guy’s voice!”). So we abscond to a more private room. Here, the sofas are some distance apart; he winces and cranes his neck in an effort to hear my questions. I am, as Jerry Seinfeld would say, something of a “low talker”. I momentarily consider asking Stone about Seinfeld – which memorably lampooned JFK – but no, the vibe in the room is all business, and some part of me fears he would scowl my head off.

I more or less yell my next question at him: what about the dangers of nuclear meltdown? The worst-case scenarios? Is that just a risk we need to make peace with? “The worst-case scenario already happened,” he replies. “We’ve had a nuclear explosion at Chernobyl, and it leaked all over northern Europe. But how many people actually died from it?” The number he gives is around 4,000. (Some estimates are substantially higher; calculating the long-term damage across a continent, and incorporating myriad other factors, is inherently nebulous work.) Compared with the casualties of the coal industry, he argues, it’s minuscule.

Sulichin, meanwhile, is keen to distance the image of nuclear energy from the idea of mushroom clouds and bombs. “People confuse nuclear energy with nuclear weapons – they have nothing to do with each other. They come from the same origins, but it’s not the same. One thing is to power, the other to create mass destruction.”

Stone speaks highly of Russia’s nuclear investment, its commitment to building new reactors and exporting them to “third-world countries”. For Stone, the West’s “political problems” with Russia (and China, which is also showing signs of nuclear intent) are obstacles to progress. “All the world’s political disputes are complicated,” he says. “We were really looking at the big picture here. We’re trying to say, look, we’re in this together.” Last November, the UK pledged £700m of backing to the major new Sizewell C nuclear plant on the North Sea coast, pushing China, which had previously been a sizeable stakeholder, out of the deal.

Following the release of The Putin Interviews in 2017, Stone was branded a Putin apologist; he has praised the dictatorial Russian leader on multiple occasions, though he has criticised some of his actions since the war with Ukraine. “At that time, Putin was the so-called enemy,” Stone says. “And our theory was, ‘Let’s know the enemy.’” He describes the four-part series, pruned from 30 hours of interviews with the Russian president, as an “invaluable” resource for studying the man.

“We were the first English-speaking series to actually let [Putin] speak in his own voice,” Stone says, with a hint of accomplishment. “If you look at the American things they do on him, it’s always dubbed like bad Italian cinema from the 1950s. They get an actor who does his voice as a gruff, growly Russian bear, which he’s not – he’s the opposite. A very refined individual who speaks quietly, reasonably.”

Finding the initial financing and, later, distribution for Nuclear Now was arduous. The damage The Putin Interviews did to Stone’s reputation in the West was considerable; it’s fair to assume this was part of the reason Stone and Sulichin had trouble getting Nuclear Now off the ground. But it was by no means the only reason. They argue that the dominance of Netflix-style “true crime” series is stifling the ecosystem, keeping out more heavyweight non-fiction fare.

“Killers are what’s popular,” Stone says. “The Tiger series [Tiger King]. But they don’t take the kind of subject matter that is geopolitically important. I think there’s a bias, and I think they’re worried about the entertainment value on nuclear issues. You know – ‘Where is the star?’”

For nuclear advocates, though, there are shoots of optimism. Sulichin points to a new wave of eco-conscious celebrities who seem less hostile to nuclear causes, such as Leonardo DiCaprio. “I guess public opinion is starting to tip,” he says. “When we were doing the film, it was very difficult to finance, because of the bad reputation of nuclear, and the missing information. People didn’t want to even listen to what we had to say. But now, because of scientific evidence, things are starting to tip.”

Nuclear Now is convincing, but sceptics from both sides of the eco-political spectrum have disputed some of its assertions. For swathes of the population, when it comes to nuclear energy, the jury is still out. But the time for deliberation is slipping through all of our fingers.

-Louis Chilton, "Oliver Stone: ‘The worst-case nuclear scenario already happened at Chernobyl – how many people actually died?’, The Independent, June 18 2023

[iwaoiness]

Interview

—; the eyes chico they never lie

One point. The Argentine men's volleyball team is one point away from achieving victory and crowning themselves as the best team in the Volleyball National League, and this time, the serve is for Oikawa Tooru. He bounces the ball against the ground, waiting for the referee's whistle, with all eyes on him. Argentina holds its breath while Japan prays to all the deities, the two countries tense in their seats under an eerie silence. Behind the net, the Japanese players prepare themselves, Kageyama, Hyakuzawa and Bokuto scattered, leaving Hinata and Sakusa covering most of the court, completely focused despite the sweat dripping from their foreheads, their legs stiff, and their forearms sore after five full sets.

Nobody wants to lose.

But victory belongs to the six strongest, to those who remain standing on the court. And Tooru knows they are, and he wants to win, he wants this to be his farewell gift to a country that has made him grow and reach such heights.

The arbitrator's whistle reverberates, and Oikawa takes a deep breath, stopping the rebound of the ball and spinning it in his hands, which are hot and stinging with pain, but determined to score that damn point. His eyes darken, clouded with that state of deadly concentration that Iwaizumi, from the journalists' area, knows better than anyone, with his heart in his throat and his leg bouncing restlessly in his seat.

Tooru's lips rise in a hungry smile and the ball is lifted into the air. With five long strides, a great momentum, and the weapon he has for an arm, he leaps. He leaps high and Hajime's emerald eyes mistake him for a second for an avenging angel just as his hand hits the ball with full force. The ball slices through the air, passing over the net full of power, passion and the unwavering desire to win, reaching the opponent's area in a heartbeat, sticking in the ground like a powerful arrow between Hinata and Sakusa. Both of them blink, barely able to react in time before the ball bounces out of the area.

There is a red flag dropping down and a whistle declaring the end of the match.

Argentina 18, Japan 16.

The stadium vibrates and explodes in shouts of jubilation and euphoria, the stands occupied by the Argentinians shake.

Argentina wins.

“LA CONCHA DE TU MADRE, TOTO!”

The Argentine team, coaches and trainer included, also shout enthusiastically amidst the din and run towards their setter. Some of them shedding tears of joy and others in their ecstasy of happiness, but all of them rushing at Oikawa, making him squeal as they collapse to the ground while, behind the net, a defeated Japan falls in front of the victor.

Oikawa laughs, laughter welling up from his soul, and soon, his moist eyes dart euphorically towards the journalistic area, where Iwaizumi stands, clapping towards him, beaming, smiling and proud, very proud.

"And so, Argentina becomes the best team after a tough and incredible battle against Japan, who also didn't make it easy for them for the whole five sets." Hajime, ten minutes later, with impeccable professionalism and the microphone within an inch of his mouth, briefly summarises the match in front of the live streaming camera.

At his side, smiling, with the Argentinean flag draped over his strong back and the Japanese flag tied around his waist, Oikawa waits patiently for him to finish speaking before being interviewed, watching Hajime closely because he is so, so handsome and he can't —and doesn't want— take his eyes off that sharp profile, nor stop being fascinated by the way his lips move as he speaks or the way his Adam's apple rises and falls. 

"We have the setter of the Argentinian team, today's star player who has led them to victory, Oikawa Tooru." He leaves the planet Jupitiwachan when Hajime turns to him  and the camera zooms out a little, framing them in the same shot. "First, congratulations on a great match today," Tooru's smile lengthens, his big eyes sparkle and his heart melts when Iwaizumi mirrors his same smile. "Before we get into more technical aspects, tell us, how do you feel now after getting the winning serve?"

Oikawa feels so much that he doesn't know where to start or how to explain it in any of the three languages he speaks. He is proud of what he has achieved here and now, he is happy because all the sacrifice was really worth it, he is nostalgic because he would also have liked to share this taste of victory at nationals with the team that always trusted him, he is euphoric because he finally saw Ushiwaka and Tobio-chan kneeling on the floor (although Ushiwaka actually knelt down to tie his damn shoelaces).

But most of all, he's happy, like really happy, because Iwa-chan has been there. He always has been. From his first word and —he hopes— even his last.

"I feel... incredible, on top of the world. And so proud of myself." He replies, voice calm as undisturbed water and sincerity soaking every word. Oikawa is proud of himself, and sometimes he would like to hug his younger self and tell him that he is an extraordinary player, that he will have to sacrifice a lot to prove it, but that it will be worth it. Tell him too that it's okay if talented people exist, and the trick to being able to endure frustration is to beat all the people who belittle effort until they break.

And to trust. Trust that the right people will come along, trust that you can't fight alone, you need a team by your side.

"And, well” Oikawa continues “my serve won the match, but it was the whole team that made it happen.” He bows his head slightly, his caramel eyes losing themselves in the green forest of Iwaizumi's eyes, his sly smile putting him on alert. "Someone very important to me taught me years ago that there are six players on the court and the team with the best six is the strongest." He quotes, causing the journalist to take a sharp breath, his cheeks reddening thinly.

Hajime wants to hit him, with kisses or punches, but he wants to hit him.

"That's good advice, pretty deep."

"Yep, my important person likes to get to the deep of everything" He unashamedly emphasises, tensing Iwaizumi as the cameraman holds back laughter.

Remove the kisses, he will hit him with punches.

"So, back on topic" Hajime tries to put an end to his game, forcing a small threatening smile that, despite not being noticed by any viewers, Oikawa become aware of it, reading in it the ultimatum of going bald if he doesn't shut the fuck up. But he just ignores it, because is so so so happy “you’re so gratefully, right?”

"Yeah, very gratefully" Tooru peels his eyes away from his boyfriend for a moment to direct them to the stadium, where his team continues to take pictures with the cup and film the place where they have been proclaimed the best men's volleyball team in the world. Audience still there, cheering for their idols. It is an image that is burned into Oikawa's mind. "We have dedicated our lives to volleyball. It has become our oxygen; defeats make us learn and victories give us energy. But... this time the victory not only energized us but also proclaimed us the best team in the world" He smiles, sincere and pure, and looks at Hajime again and Hajime tries to keep his face expressionless, but his lips pucker into a small smile and his eyes mist with tears."I’m so grateful to my parents, my sister, my Takeru, my best friends, my friends and so, so, so grateful that you, Iwa-chan, were here to see us —to see me— be the best in the world!” Then, his hands rest on Iwaizumi's broad shoulders. Hajime widens his eyes in surprise, blinking like an owl and furrowing his brow.

What the fuck is the idiot going to —.

“I am so grateful and happy that I really want to kiss you!” He says with laughter, leaving Hajime speechless and perplexed the cameraman, the presenter behind the communicator controlling the connection, the reporter of another channel a few steps away and half of Japan in front of the TV.

He is so fucking what that he really fucking wants what in front of the fucking country?

"Oi, what the fuc-hell did you just-?!" Iwaizumi starts to demand, ears and cheeks like beets, but his words are eaten up by Oikawa when he cradles Iwa-chan's face gently between his calloused hands, pulls their bodies closer and closes his eyes to bring their lips together in a sweet and affectionate kiss.

Hajime feels the world stops. The warmth and solidity of Tooru's strong body against his and the softness of those lips he hasn't tasted in days are enough to send everything to hell. Iwaizumi's free hand wraps around Oikawa's waist and closes his eyes, kissing him back with the strength and love they've been sharing for 29 years.

Tooru breaks the kiss too soon with a softness sorry, mi vida, but I have to go, leaving another kiss on Iwa’s warm cheek and giving him a tight hug before separating. Oikawa, with a messy hair and still sweaty, gives to his boyfriends the purest smile and his eyes shine as if they had stolen all the stars in the sky. Iwa-chan thinks that he wasn't confused when he saw him jump, that Tooru really is an angel.

"Te amo muchísimo, Hajime." He bids him farewell with a sweet whisper, waving his hand in front of the camera to say goodbye to the viewers as well. Oikawa leaves the shot and runs to the rest of his team under the watchful eye of his boyfriend, who doesn't return to the world until he hears the announcer's voice over the earpiece.

“Eh… Iwaizumi-san, we’re still live.” He reminds and the boy turns almost immediately to the camera, forcing his smile.

"Right" he clears his throat, trying to regain control of his emotions, "as you have been able to see, the Argentine team —more specifically their setter—, are intoxicated with happiness and… and few words can be said. So, Ukai-san, I return the connection."

And when the cameraman notifies him that the live broadcast has ended, Iwaizumi lets out a loud sigh, bending down to lean on his knees, which are shaking like jelly, and cover his face with both hands.

Shittywaka may have won the national volleyball league, but he had better be ready when he returns home.

...

happy bday to my beloved baby boy!! ilysm oikawa <;3

my gosh this is my first publication on tumblr i dont know what to say lol but thank u so much for read!!

u can find this fic on my ao3 perfile &lt;3

[znewstech]

As Lionel Messi And Kylian Mbappe Fight To Win The Golden Boot, Here's A Look At Players Who Have Scored The Most Number Of Goals In A Single FIFA World Cup Tournament | Football News

As Lionel Messi And Kylian Mbappe Fight To Win The Golden Boot, Here’s A Look At Players Who Have Scored The Most Number Of Goals In A Single FIFA World Cup Tournament | Football News

France’s Just Fontaine in action in the 1958 FIFA World Cup© AFP Kylian Mbappe produced a timely assist to help France seal their semi-final win over a resilient Morocco side on Wednesday, but his inability to net a goal himself means the FIFA World Cup final on Sunday will pit the French talisman against Argentine great Lionel Messi as the race hots up for the Golden Boot. Both men have 5 goals…

[newslobster]

As Lionel Messi And Kylian Mbappe Fight To Win The Golden Boot, Here's A Look At Players Who Have Scored The Most Number Of Goals In A Single FIFA World Cup Tournament | Football News

As Lionel Messi And Kylian Mbappe Fight To Win The Golden Boot, Here’s A Look At Players Who Have Scored The Most Number Of Goals In A Single FIFA World Cup Tournament | Football News

France’s Just Fontaine in action in the 1958 FIFA World Cup© AFP Kylian Mbappe produced a timely assist to help France seal their semi-final win over a resilient Morocco side on Wednesday, but his inability to net a goal himself means the FIFA World Cup final on Sunday will pit the French talisman against Argentine great Lionel Messi as the race hots up for the Golden Boot. Both men have 5 goals…

[newzzwired]

As Lionel Messi And Kylian Mbappe Fight To Win The Golden Boot, Here's A Look At Players Who Have Scored The Most Number Of Goals In A Single FIFA World Cup Tournament

As Lionel Messi And Kylian Mbappe Fight To Win The Golden Boot, Here’s A Look At Players Who Have Scored The Most Number Of Goals In A Single FIFA World Cup Tournament

France’s Just Fontaine in action in the 1958 FIFA World Cup© AFP Kylian Mbappe produced a timely assist to help France seal their semi-final win over a resilient Morocco side on Wednesday, but his inability to net a goal himself means the FIFA World Cup final on Sunday will pit the French talisman against Argentine great Lionel Messi as the race hots up for the Golden Boot. Both men have 5 goals…