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theyhavetakenovermylife · 6 months

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Bayverse Headcanon: What kind of music do they like?

Idk why I had to do this, but I just had to.

Also, one day I might make more detailed versions of these scenarios.

Warning: Long af, spelling bc I'm dyslexic.

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Leonardo:

There are a few sides to the leader in blue. The part that sits in the dojo for hours, meditating in complete silence. Probably one of the few things he had to practice on - meditating with noises all around him. And then there’s the part of him that listens to music, while doing mundane things. Whether it would be cleaning his room, taking a shower, a warm up before training or just chilling in his room or on the rooftops. Leo do enjoy music a lot, he just has clear rules for when he can hear it. No modern music in the dojo! Martial arts should be honored, and to do it in other that silence would be an insult to the arts and the old masters. But outside of the dojo, it would be possible to find Leo with a pair of headphones on every once in a while.

Leo is a rock kid. Not heavy metal - no - that is just not Leo’s kind of music. But old school rock and maybe even glam rock. It was usually music with prominent guitar or bass that he often found himself listening to. It kind of fitted the way he saw himself. Th stoic leader on the rooftop, fighting with an edgy soundtrack in his head. Edgy and cool being the way he described it in his own head. It gave him a slight tingle in his stomach, when he jumped from roof to roof with his headphones on, listening to certain rock songs. He felt like a true leader, jumping high over people’s head, listening to “Zitti E Buoni” by Måneskin. When really feeling it alone in the shower, with the same song booming from his blue bluetooth speaker, he would channel his inner Damiano David, singing along to the fast part without any mistakes. Now, Leo is not usually the one to sing along to songs. He doesn't even hum that often, but when he does, it is usually in the shower. But there was this one time Raph walked past the bathroom, while Leo was screaming his heart out to a Måneskin song. Usually Raph would find a way to make fun of his brother for such a thing, but this time Raph decided not to, mainly because it didn’t sound near as bad as Raph though Leo’s singing would do.

Another artist Leo would be singing along to in the shower is Micheal Jackson. He might even do a few dance moves, but he would NEVER IN HIS LIFE, do them outside of a locked bathroom.

One of Leo’s favorite bands had to be Blur. He really liked Damon Albarn’s voice and the guitar of Graham Coxon, and would often find himself listening to them before going to bed. At one point, Leo even tried to sneak out to see all of Blur play live. Did he get in? Yes. Did he watch them from somewhere just below the roof? Yes. Did the bassist spot Leo, blink in confusion, only to look back up to find the spot Leo had been hiding in empty, with Leo having fled the scene? Yes, and that’s why Leo doesn’t do concerts anymore. But he never told his brothers. Mikey would not be happy to know that Leo had sneaked into a concert, while having told Mikey time and time again that he wasn’t allowed to.

Leo has a thing for languages when it comes to music. He grew up in New York City with English as his first language, with Japanese from Splinter following right after as his second. He decided to learn Spanish, just in case it would get useful, and since he had an Italian first name, he also learned Italien. That would probably explain some of his love for Måneskin. But Leo just really liked languages. He doesn’t have to understand the lyrics in order to enjoy it. One prime example of that is the song “Stefania” by KALUSH and Kalush orchestra, even though it is hip hop in genre. Did Leo understand any Ukrainian? Nope. But did he have a general idea of what the song was about, and found the Ukrainian language beautiful and interesting? Yes, very much. He found the courage of Ukraine inspiring, and would often use that inspiration in his training, which is why this is one of the very few songs he will actually train to outside of warm ups.

A true bedroom song for Leo is “Demoni” by Joker Out. He wouldn’t do much while listening to that. He would just lay in bed with headphones one, eyes closed while either bobbing his head or right foot to the beat. Leo isn't much of a dancer, but more a bobber. That was usually how his brothers knew if he liked a certain song; he would bob his head slightly to the beat. That only fueled Mikey’s imagination, creating a picture in his head of Leo head banging in his room to heavy metal, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Stoic Leo didn’t head bang, but he did move at least his head or foot lightly.

Now, what does Leo’s brothers like about his music taste? Well, to be honest, most of the time they weren’t too sure what kind of music Leo liked. They did know that he was into rock, and they knew very well that at this point that he liked Måneskin and Micheal Jackson. But there was this one time while driving the garbage truck, that Leo somehow got in charge of the aux. None of the guys really knew what to expect, but “Gladiator” by Jann wasn’t it. Mikey even said something along the lines of; “emo Leo doesn’t listen to My Chemical Romance”, causing Leo to remember once again, why he normally didn’t want to be in charge of the aux, and liked keeping his music to himself.

Raphael:

Raph listens to music quite often. Probably not as often as Mikey, but still at way more than Donnie and Leo. One of the main reasons why Raph listens to so much music is - you probably guessed it - training. He would often lift his weights to the beat of the music, in a way that most humans could only dream of doing. But he would also listen to music on his own, either riding his motorcycle through the streets of New York City at night, or while knitting in his room.

A favorite song of Raphael’s to ride his motorcycle to was “Would You Ever” by Skrillex and Poo Bear. Swerving in and out of traffic, causing people to yell in anger in his direction, or causing groups of girls to giggle and point at the mysterious bad boy that just rode past them. Covered in a helmet and covered in a big leather jacket and cloves, he looks like a big hunk of a man, showing off his motorcycle. But would Raph play his music out loud while riding down the street? Normally he would not. But there was this one time he just couldn’t help himself. Stopping at a red light, Raph found himself beside an open roofed car, filled with giggling human girls. Most of them were tipsy, and Raph wouldn’t be too surprised if the girl in front of the steering wheel was too. Obviously, they had something for big guys, as they started asking about his name, how old he was, where he lived, or if they could get a ride on his motorcycle. Or if he would come ride with them. Raph didn’t say anything, he just pressed a button on his motorcycle, causing the music to disconnect from his helmet, and started playing from his motorcycle speakers. He saluted them, just as the light turned green, riding away while the girls stared at him in awe. In his opinion, it was very much worth it.

Raph has quite a few songs he liked lifting weights to. One of them being “Hello” by Will.I.Am. When Raphael is lifting weights, he will do it proud and loud, playing his music on a red speaker, much to the annoyance of Leonardo, who very much wants to meditate. When it came to boxing, Raph would often listen to Eminem, hyping himself up with the music or the angry lyrics, causing Mikey to ask him what the hell Eminem had done to him, since he would get the need to hit something whenever he heard his voice.

Raph would almost always find a reason to listen to Eminem. When Raph was angry and wanted to hit something; “Kamikaze”. Should Raph ever find himself mad at a woman; “Farewell”. Was Raph ever in a good mood and just wanted to dance and have fun; “Shake that”. But somehow, when Raph was sad, he wouldn’t listen to Emniem. If he was sad and decided to box, he would listen to The Weeknd. Mikey caught on to that pretty fast, and would do his little brother duty to bring up Raph’s mood, whenever he would hear the voice of The Weeknd from Raph's room.

Like Leo, Raph would also listen to music while showering. But it was while being alone in the bathroom, that Raph would listen to much that wasn’t often associated with big angry muscle men like him. It would often be more pop than electronic or hip hop. And god, how Raph hoped none of his brothers would hear him sing along to “i don’t wanna talk about love”, by Micheal Medrano. Raphael could just shut up and shower in silence, but nope, a man got to groove in the shower. Luckily for Raph, only Donnie had heard him once. Had Donnie laughed his ass off as soon as he got to his room afterwards? Yes, oh my god yes he had. But did he tell Mikey and Leo about it? Nope, he did not. But he did tell April and you about it though, and what a laugh you guys had over the phone.

Raph would never admit it to anyone, but he did listen to Madonna, and he did enjoy it. It started with “Future” by Madonna and Quavo, and before he knew it, he was sitting in his room enjoying both “Like A Prayer” and “Like A Virgin”, which led to him singing “Hung Up” in the shower. Madonna would lead to Dua Lipa, and before Raph even realized what was happening, half of his playlist would be pop power women. Loreen, Lady Gaga, old Miley Cyrus songs. And did he know the lyrics? Oh yes he did. And one time, his brothers would catch him listening to at least one of them.

It was one of those days where each turtle seemed to be doing their own thing, which left Raph alone with his work out equipment and his speaker. As usual it started out with Eminem, Juicy J, Kanye West and others, before suddenly “Rendez Vouz” by INNA. That caught Mikey’s attention, and once he heard and saw Raph dance and sing along from his hiding spot, he went to find Leo and Donnie. And oh, how they fought to keep from laughing when Raph started feeling himself too much, working out to “Work Bitch” by Brittney Spears. After that, the phrase “get to work bitch”, was used quite often around Raph.

Donatello:

The purple scientist is very straightforward with his taste in music. If he likes it, he listens to it. He often has music playing while doing stuff in his lab. Sometimes calming lofi music in hopes that it could get him sleepy, but that usually didn’t work very often. Instead Donnie would often find himself listening to music from the indie scene, or what some people on the internet might call vibey music. Aesthetic music. What aesthetic, you might ask? Well, Donnie had no idea, and he most differently thought that the internet had no idea either. One of these so-called vibe or aesthetic pop songs was “HEAVEN AND BACK” by Chase Atlantic. Tapping away on his computer or connecting whatever hard drive, he found that the music helped him concentrate at the task in front of him.

Though Donnie didn’t seem to notice, his brothers did. Most of the songs he listened to had some not so happy lyrics. Often quite depressive, covered over with bass, keyboard, drum kit and sometimes even a saxophone. At one point Leo had brought this concern up with Donnie, causing the purple turtle shrug.

“Music is music. I listen to what I like”, he said, making another cup of coffee, before going back to work in his lab.

Those few times Donnie finally left his lab to relax in his room, he would read a book, listen to songs like “Quite Quitting” by NOT A TOY. To Donnie, music was mainly background noise, helping him to shut out his loud brothers so he could focus. What the lyrics said didn’t bother him too much. But there is one thing Donnie notices in most of the music he listens to; a smooth bass. It didn’t have to be a loud bass, often becoming part of the background with the drums, being overshadowed by smooth special effects or the singing. Donnie really like bass, but he also like smooth keyboards. There had been times where he had thought of getting a bass or keyboard, or maybe even make them himself. Mikey had his drum set, so Donnie might as well get a few instruments of his own.

Like Leo, Donnie liked to listen to music on the rooftops every once in a while. But unlike his brother, Donnie would usually stay at the same roof, remembering the names of stars, plants and constellations on the sky above him, while listening to songs like “ALIENS” by The Griswolds and Transviolet, wearing big soft headphones. Comfort over looks was important for Donnie, and being a mutant turtle hiding from the people of New York City, he didn’t give a crap about what his headphones look like. He thought they were nice, and he likes to wear them, and that was enough for him. His brothers, on the other hand, thought they were chunky and strange, to which he could only say it was good they were his headphones and not theirs. And it was at nights like those, that Donnie thought of how, maybe his brothers were right about his taste in music. He might be a little different from them, like how the alien was described in the song he was listening to. Not that he worried too much about it. He liked his head and the brain inside it, and with that came being different. That’s just how it was.

But not all the music Donnie listens to is filled with sadness and depression. Songs such as “Strange Clouds” by ufo ufo were a good morning song according to Donnie. When he woke up after finally having had a full night's sleep, he would listen to songs like that, while making breakfast or making his coffee. But then later in the day, sitting in front of the computer screen, once again not being able to sleep, he would listen to stuff like “Numb” by 8 graves. It was the lyrics from that song that had made Leo’s alarm bells ring. Mikey on the other hand wasn’t too worried. He just called Donnie’s music taste “calm edge lord, that doesn’t need to try hard”.

Now, if there was one artist Donatello had to say was his favorite, it would probably be Mystery Skulls, especially “Stronger”. A nice bass in front and center, backed up with synth all around. But Donnie also really liked Luke Black. Way different from all the other music Donnie would listen to, yet he really liked it. He would probably never admit it to his brothers, but he did listen to the lyrics of Luke Black, and he did find it more than a little interesting.

Michelangelo:

Mikey - or as he like to call himself; DJ Mikey - listens to music all the time, every day, everywhere, rarely turning down for the sake of any of his brothers, blasting it oh so loud on his orange speaker, only putting headphones on if his brothers threatened him. Or if Master Splinter asked him to.

He sang along, danced along, sometimes even to the embarrassment of others, like the many times he would scream along to “Turn It Up” by Oliver Tree, Little Big and Tommy Cash.

Mikey likes big, loud and up beat music. Something he can move his body to and be his little happy self. It could be anything from pop to hip hop, maybe even electronic or EDM. It would usually consist of him listening to the same few songs over and over again, until he is getting slightly tired of them, while his brothers are ready to rip their heads off, or maybe dig into their skulls to rip their ears out.

With Mikey being his small ADHD self, it wouldn’t be strange for him to listen to music made by people with ADHD for people with ADHD, making a big deal out of it. One of those songs being “Irresponsible” by Emei. There was this one time he almost made Donnie deaf by blasting the song into his ears while scream: "This song is made for me!"

Much to Leo’s annoyance, Mikey didn’t follow his rule of “no music in the dojo”, since Mikey often found it easier to train with music. This man can do all of his katas perfectly, if only “Hypnodancer” by Little Big is playing in the background.

If there is one thing Mikey likes, it is listening to “Pac-man” by Gorillaz, and making eating pizza into his own version of pac man, in which his brothers are the ghosts, and he has to steal pizza from them. At this point, his older brothers know to keep a good eye on their food as soon as that song starts playing... Or if he just plays Gorillaz at all.

Another thing Mikey likes when it comes to music, is when his brothers somehow enjoy what he’s playing. It had happened before, and it would most likely happen again. Mikey sat in the middle of the lair, happily dancing where he sat while reading comics, playing “Go Bananas” by Little Big. Raph didn’t growl at him from his bench press, but instead started to lift the weights on every other beat. Donnie sat at his computer, pressing the keys of his keyboard in beat with the song, probably without noticing. And Leo was bobbing his head ever so slightly while sharpening his katanas. This had Mikey over the moon, which only caused him to want to play more music for his brothers. Every once in a while they would let him do it, just to make their little brother happy. That was the main reason why Mikey is the aux guy.

When Mikey decided to skateboard, he would most often do it with old school hip hop playing. As a turtle in the sewers of New York, that only made sense to him, which is why he often would skate up and down the sewers, vibing with “The Message” by Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five. And of course Mikey could rap the whole thing. Now, this was one of those few songs that Leo, Raph and Donnie didn’t mind Mikey playing over and over again.

But then there were those times on patrol where Mikey just would start singing out of nowhere. When he started breaking into “Sax” by Fleur East, complete with thought out dance moves in the way only Mikey could do it, Raph was ready to throw him off the roof and down to ongoing traffic.

It would be no surprise to tell you that one of Mikey’s favorite artists is Little Big, and that he also loves Gorillaz. But he would also quite often listen to the music that his brothers were playing. He very well knew that Leo loved listening to Blur, and that most of Raph’s playlist was made up of power women, and that Donnie’s secret favorite was Luke Black. And of course Mikey could sing every single word to the songs of his brothers' favorite artists, being the little attentive brother that he is. And because his music taste had room for more than theirs had.

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You can tell I’m European, can’t you?

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bp-trio · 5 months

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you’re watching….

Outfit | Makeup | Hair style | nails

( ALL IN ENGLISH ) ( questions searched on the web about Sol)

"Hey, I'm Sol and this is the Wired Autocomplete interview," Sol said smiling. Sol was given aboard. A medium-sized board where the questions were stuck with a paper and she has to peel it off to open the question. “Let’s see what you all are curious about”

[ UPBEAT MUSIC ]

"Have you ever googled yourself before?" Interviewer.

"No. I try not to."

"Alright, first question," Sol said before carefully peeling off the sticker that was covering the full question that was searched on the web about her.

[ WHAT ]

"What is Sol’s full name? My full name is Solaire Victoria Raeya Ivanov and I know it's a long name. But my parents liked it." Sol answered and smiled.

"What does Sol like in a guy?" Sol chuckled at the question. "Wow, did someone actually search this on the web?" Sol asked as she looked at her staff behind the camera and giggled. "What I like in a guy is honesty and just be good to me."

"What is Sol’s net worth?" Sol smiled at the question. "why do you guys care about this? but to be honest I don't even know what my net worth is."

"What is Sol's zodiac sign?" "Aquarius, I am. Fun fact, I actually share a birthday with Rosé. I was told recently about some of the characteristics of the Aquarius. Think I maybe have like, three of eight."

"What is Sol's phone number?" "That is a question I won't be answering. I don't give my number to anyone. So, it is maybe impossible to get my number. Sorry." Sol said and smiled blandly.

"What is Sol's accent?" Sol laughed at the question. "Honestly I have no idea. I would say British on most occasions. it also depends on where I go. When I got to America. my accent changes to American English and when I'm in Paris, I speak in a Parisian accent. Or these days it feels like I’m getting Aussie accent because of Rose. It is a bit confusing I don't know what my accents are." Sol chuckled.

"What is Sol doing right now?" Sol exhaled and chuckled " Talking to you. that's so funny people would google that. what is Sol doing now, like Google's gonna know"

"What was Sol's first song?" "The very first song I wrote was for my mom on her birthday when I was like six years old, and it was about when I grow up, can I be as pretty as you? when I grow up, can I wear your dress? and still, my parents and my siblings make fun of me sometimes."

Sol throws the medium-sized board on the floor and grabs the one handling to her.

[ DOES ]

"Does Sol have pets?" " Yes, I have 4 pets, three dogs and one cat. I have Shiba Inu named Cain, Samoyed named Chico, white Pomeranian Cece, and a Manx cat named Cleo. I adopted all of them from a rescue shelter. They are my angels."

"Does Sol speak Spanish?" Sol smiled. "Yes, I can speak Spanish because I taught myself and I'm proud of myself for doing that because I can now communicate with my fans who speak Spanish," Sol said and continued smiling as she peeled off the sticker that covers the next question and read it.

"Does Sol play guitar?" "Yes, I do play guitar. In fact, I play a lot of instruments. My grandpa taught me how to play the Violin and Piano. during my trainees days, I learned to play drums, electric guitar, ukulele, recorder, flute, and Saxophone recently. since I have much free time this year because of the pandemic, I spend my time mostly learning new instruments and learning online." Sol answered and nodded.

"Does Sol has tattoos?" "That’s a secret" she giggles, “but I do, I have four tattoos and each one of them has a meaning.”

"Does Sol watch anime?" "Do, and my top three animes are the seven deadly sins, my hero academia, and One Piece."

“Does Sol know how to play games?” “Yes, I love playing games. It’s my hobby.”

[ CAN ]

"Can Sol sing?" Sol laughed at the question. " I bloody hope so, otherwise I have no idea what I'm doing here."

"Can Sol rap?" "Yes, I can rap. I’m the lead rapper in the group."

"Can Sol drive?" "I can drive. I actually passed my driving test the first time. I do really love the freedom of just getting in your car and going wherever you want."

"Can Sol come to my birthday party?" Sol laughed."I wish I could but I think you would have to speak to my agency and my manager about that."

"Can I date Sol?" Sol laughed and grinned. the staff also laughed "that's an interesting question. Maybe but I think you would have to speak to my agency and my manager about that too." Sol said and shrugged with a chuckle.

[ HOW ]

“Okay last board, How old is Sol?" Sol read off as she peeled the tap. "I'm 26 years old."

"How to get Sol's face?" Sol laughed. "Seriously? I don't know. surgery, I think?" Sol said and shrugged with a chuckle.

"How did Sol become famous?" Sol chuckled. " by releasing good music."

"How many languages can Sol speak?" Sol smiled. "I can speak 7 languages. Korean, English, Japanese, French, Mandarin, Spanish, and Russian I'm hoping to learn Thai and German by next year." Sol answered.

“How does Sol stays in shape? By working out.” She stated. “I don’t like dieting and I was extremely bad at it. When I was training to be a singer, I had this extremely diet and I just failed. I couldn’t resist my love for ice cream.”

“How does Sol keep her hair healthy?” She smiled, “I use a specially made shampoo and conditioner provided by my wonderful stylist aka Lina.”

“Well, that’s it?.” She asked, throwing the cardboard away when the staff members nodded. “It’s been fun! They weren’t as scary as I thought they would be.”

“I hope you enjoyed the video, thank you. Mwah.” She says, staring directly into the lens and blowing a kiss at it.

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breesays · 6 months

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My son, my sun

Where did my little boo learn to talk to plants? We take plant babies from Gramma Lita's massive yard, recently started propagating them in water. Nothing for the first couple of weeks. Then Des said, "Mama, let me hold them" - and he took the bulb in his hand, looked lovingly at that little would-be-could-be plant and spoke to it in a way that astonished me. "You are so beautiful" he said. "You are doing such a good job. I am so happy to see you." I died, they thrived.

Four nights ago we unwrapped a fragrant bath bomb and I said, "Mmm, rose" and he started serenading me, from the "wonderful roses" part of "Til There Was You" and who can even do that? I feel like if I want to sing something, even casually, I have to start from the top. He vocalizes the percussion part of songs. Chh chh chh. Probably not revolutionary, but something new for my brain.

Some of the moms who got a spot in TK are reporting back that one of their kids "goals" for the year is to count to 20. Oh. Des can count to 100, and in Spanish. The other day he taught me how to say "knees" in Spanish, which is when I found out he can sing "Head Shoulders Knees and Toes" in a second language. He remembers numbers really well, and has a good grasp of time. He can math way more at 4 years old than I could at like, 7 years old - and that's just because it's interesting to him, measurements and doubling things and how old was his friend Felix when he turned 2? Sometimes I just have to say, "That is a calculation I can't do on the fly, buddy."

He's growing his hair out long so he can make it curly, like his friend Vienna and his cousin Emerson. I wish he liked to read books together more, but maybe that will come later. It's OK if that's an interest we don't share. We make up new words until we're too tired, me channeling the IKEA catalog. Sometimes he says, "I have an idea - let's count to the highest number we know" to which I reply, "That does not sound like fun to mama, can we play a word game instead?" He also loves blowing up and popping balloons. Actually, he loves doing a lot of things with balloons - keepy uppy, birdy-flying, inflating then deflating, using them as stamps, talking about them on his imaginary YouTube channel...

He likes to eat seaweed snacks and will basically try any food at least once. He loves tomatoes, so much so that he will eat them like an apple. He steals my sushi and told me the pumpkin seeds needed "more paprika."

He makes funny observations. I took him to my work party recently and I told him Erica was in charge. When we looked back at photos from that night he asked, "Does Erica ever go home?" I said "Yes, of course, she has two kiddos of her own - why do you think that she doesn't?" He said, "Well, she's in charge."

My therapist is retiring at the end of the year, and then I won't have anyone to tell me what's healthy or adjusted anymore. I told her that sometimes Desmond says, "You know, Mama, I love Dada more than you." I respond: "That's OK, my love for you doesn't change." It doesn't hurt me, it makes me curious - what is he trying to accomplish? That non-judgemental curiosity they tried to summon from the depth of my cold being during the "can we save this marriage?" time - there it is! Therapist said: It's remarkable that he even vocalized this. It's called secure attachment.

For awhile I also wondered - does Des need therapy during this transition? He has asked why we don't live together anymore and I said, "not all families live together" - but all the families he knew of, did. So we got a couple books. Representation. Therapist said: Unless he is acting out, or it's disrupting, he is ok. Again, the fact that he's even asking these questions is GREAT. I do a value a good question-asker.

I'm still writing my book of essays and I've recently hit 38K words. I've considered publishing under a pseudonym, because I don't want to FIGHT about asexuality. I just want some previously unlearned people to know that it EXISTS. I publish most of my revelations and feelings about being Ace on my Medium. The blog that upset him was titled "Ace Week 2023" - and posted on Medium. I didn't have the time or mental capacity to react at the time. I just chose not to. Spiral, if you must - I will not add any fuel. But I did feel mad, when I unboxed that compartmentalization --

Sometimes I want to be kind and gentle and empathic because, wow we didn’t know anything, did we? There wasn’t the vocabulary for what I was experiencing. There were no alternate storylines to draw inspiration from. But sometimes I am furious, violated, underestimated.

If you just light the path, everyone will find their own way there, right? I’m the deer in headlights, then I run towards the inevitable crash. Scampering off into the unlit wild was somehow more intimidating. So, blind yourself. Numb yourself. Anything to get to the other side.

#breesays #parenting #medium #toddlers #therapy

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bellastary · 10 months

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Grow Old with You

(Carlos Sainz × fem!reader)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You sang your favorite Tagalog song in Carlos on how you want to grow old with him.

a/n: my first time writing a fictional, sorry for the errors. Enjoy Reading❣️

Humming on the song my phone recently playing while preparing the favorite food that Carlos want as I was busying myself Carlos called "Mi Amor?" I shouted yes to him a minute later he came to the kitchen "Here you are" he smiled at me kissed my forehead and sit on the bar stool as he saw what I was doing he asked if he could help me I gladly said no to him. After a few moments of silents my favorite Filipino song started to play I gasp making Carlos turn his head at me "Something wrong happen, love?" he said in a concerned voice, I quickly shake my head and grab my phone quickly press the video record button. As I slowly came to Carlos

Patatawanin kita 'pag hindi ka masaya

I sang making Carlos turn his head up to me he curiously ask "What sad?? I'm not sad, my love". I almost forgot that I teach Carlos some of the Filipino languages to him. I continue to approach him

Even if you aren't upset right now, I will do anything to make you smile since your smile means so much to me. I've always wanted to be one of the reasons you're happy in life.

Bubuhatin kita 'pag nirayuma ka na

I sang again making Carlos more curious "Love..?" I chuckled making my way to him between his legs as he automatically place his both hands on my waist "You know I'm not old enough to have arthritis, no?" he said.

Even you don't have an arthritis i will still care for you beacause i care for you i really do, love.

Oh, kay sarap isipin kasama kang tumanda

I whispered and pressed my forehead to him. "All I wanna do is grow old with you," I said saying the word again but in English version. He smiled at me "Me too."

Even though we have disagreements, miscommunications, and I become angry at you for no reason, I want to grow old with you. I like you, I want you to be with me forever, I want you to be the person I adore and love forever, I want you to be the other half of me, and finally, I want you. everything about yourself.

Ibibili ng balot 'pag mahina na tuhod Ikukuha ng gamot 'pag sumakit ang likod

I sang "Balot? What was that love?" he said pulling me closer to him all I can do is smile at him every time he said something he wants to learn "Ikukuha ng gamot 'pag sumakit ang likod" I said "Love, you know that I only understand a little bit of tagalog you know?" when he said "I know"

Even if you don't understand some of the songs I'm singing right now, I will always take care of you, even though the medication was unpleasant every time you tried to create a fuse that you are okay.

Sasamahan kahit kailanman mahigit kumulang, 'di mabilang 30 araw sa isang buwan umabot man tayo sa 3001

I loved him, I loved him dearly even though he always said that he love me more but I know to myself that I love him more than anything. I love those pretty big brown eyes, I love his voice especially when he speaks his strong Spanish accent. I love when he tries to impress me with something even though it always failed. I love the way even though he had a busy schedule he still makes time for me. I love him because he's him my Carlos, my man, the love of my life, my soulmate, my lover...I want to grow old with him every second, every minute, every day, every week, every month, every year, heck even a decade even if we reach 3001. I want him by my side forever.

Loves na loves pa rin kita kahit bungi-bungi ka na para sa akin, ikaw pa rin ang pinakamaganda

I sang "Maganda? That's pretty right?" he asked I only nod placing my hands on his neck "Yes, in my eyes even though you have crooked teeth you are still pretty in my eyes," I said trying to tease him he whine "Mon Amour, I already said to you I am not still old I am 28 your old ass man!" I laugh at him he looks cute when he whined I kissed his whole face "Okay, my pretty boy" I said was about to leave his face to continue to sing he pulls you even closer "What now??" you laugh "More" he whispered pulling his lips closer to mine which I gladly obliged my lips meeting his in an explosive passion of desire and love, our emotions taking over as we continue to kiss passionately, he pulled me even closer to him not breaking the kiss completely forgetting about everything just him.

#carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x female reader #carlos sainz x you #formula 1 #writing

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kyistell · 4 months

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I have Jersey headcanons and gosh darn it, it's a tad long, so I'm only doing like one page at a time, I'll post the other ones later probably...if I remember. ANYWAY HERE!!

New Jersey

Constantly moving, either tapping his foot or moving his legs, always dancing too, if there’s music he’s moving

He also tends to sing whatever song is on his mind, whether it’s English or not

He knows all of the states comfort foods

Controls the entire StateHouse garden, and is the reason there is a flower garden, if you want a flower in that garden you talk to him to figure out where said flower needs to go and what conditions it needs

He and New Mexico managed to convince Gov to let them have a pool at the StateHouse

When he was learning the south’s comfort foods, he managed to convince Texas to teach him how to make a brisket, yes it’s not really any of the south’s comfort food but it’s a southern thing so of course he needed to learn

When angry he’ll switch into different accents, Spanish, Dutch, Swedish, and surprisingly to some, southern

South Jersey is pretty southern, one of his comfort foods is grits

When he hosts NE dinner at his home, he makes sure to add in dishes that are shared favorites

Any and all produce that can be grown in NJ climate, is grown in his back garden with all the accommodation they need

Mafia boss, he doesn’t partake anymore and technically the guy he was is dead but still, the power remains

Used to be a show boy, occasionally still is with Nevada

Just mildly obsessed with roller coasters

During the summer, if he’s not at the shore then he’s most likely at Great Adventure

While it’s not his favorite game, he LOVES to play Just Dance

His room is actually in the south hall instead of the north, he’s between Texas and Oklahoma, he switched with New Mexico because he would have had to be between Penn and Mass and he would rather die than be between that warzone

Has lots of animals on his farm but his favorite are his horses, a few of which he was given by Kentucky

Taught Kentucky, Tennessee, and Ohio how to play poker and blackjack, the only thing is, is that Jersey taught them how to cheat without them knowing

Jersey never actually cheats in card and money games, he just knows how to play

Stopped talking to Nevada in the 80s because of Atlantic City, Nevada understood it was because they were rivals and also the mafia but it doesn’t stop Jersey from feeling bad about it

Despite what everyone tends to think, Jersey likes to keep to himself and is relativity quiet for the most part, it just so happens that he is normally around people that he either likes (NY, NM, NH, Cali, Rhode, Del) or has strong feelings about (Mass, Penn, NY, Connecticut, Virginia), which makes him loud

#welcome to the table #wttt #wttt new jersey #wttsh new jersey #so #is it clear that jersey may be my favorite #it very much is because i live here #i wont deny that #but hes my favorite bipolar boy and gosh darn it if i wont make that clear

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swanqueen1215 · 5 months

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Beetlebabes fanfiction writers, I need your help!!

Doesn't it happen that they have a wonderful idea for a fanfiction but your ass with ADHD prevents them from doing so??

Well, that's what happens to me... I need support to finish them and to complement ideas.

I'm very familiar with fanfictions in English and Spanish, and I wish I could write as well as you do... My own mind can't stay so focused on itself, I need at least someone who can and wants to help me.

Here I'll put the basic ideas for some of my fanfics.

Lawrence's Corpse

Beetlejuice X Lydia as Emily and Victor from the Corpse Bride.

But here the story will be modified a little, occupying the past that they showed us in the musical.

I want to include gay attraction, murder, guilt, suicide attempts, and depression.

A quick recap: Lydia is the daughter of a major funeral home owner. (Delia and Emily are not alive here) And the Maitlands are the legal guardians of a nephew, Vincent, who wants to marry him to Lydia to regain his prestige, but they're not the bad guys here. Lydia wants to be in control of her destiny and hates it when her father takes her away from him...

Beetlejuice was the son of Juno, a wealthy Countess. Juno murdered her own son because she's a homophobic bitch...

Lydia and Beetlejuice make a deal, she marries him, he will revive and he will use his influences to take her away from her father...

Not knowing that they would fall in love with each other.

I Was Meant To Be Yours

The scene where Beetlejuice proposes to Lydia and she runs to her room in fear. As Beetlejuice tries to get her out of the room by force, he sings JD's song, "I Was Meant To Be Yours" with the lyrics modified.

Driver's Seat

Beetlejuice wasn't kidding when he said, "When I finally say I do, I'll be alive and born anew and I'll be boring just like you."

His demonic essence is expelled from his body as soon as the marriage to Lydia becomes real. Now he's an ordinary human who doesn't remember Lydia or the feelings that made him want to be alive in the first place. But again he will have to be a demon to protect Lydia from her mother, who now wants to kill them all. Now Lawrence will have to get along with the voice in his mind that calls itself Beetlejuice.

The Prophecy

When Beetlejuice was younger and just beginning to guide souls to the other side, one day he met a seer witch, who warned him that a person would release him from his prison, both literally and metaphorically. Beetlejuice thought the lady was crazy, but she warned him that she would hurt him a lot more than he could think. The young man ended up looking for "that person" for centuries without really understanding what the witch was referring to.

And he understood it when he felt the dagger break every fiber of his muscles and bones.

But the emotional pain she caused him was far worse than the physical pain...

Golden Heart

Lydia discovers Beetlejuice coming out of her house hiding a large bouquet of flowers while it is well combed and cleaned. Lydia immediately thinks he has found someone and is frightened by the idea that he is going to abandon her. She searches her room for any photos or things that affirm her suspicions, until she finds a gold pendant that confirms what she already feared.

Beetlejuice finds her a little mess of tears that she wants to hide, and he takes her to meet the woman who gave him that. And Lydia is surprised to see that this woman died 400 years ago, of course according to the tombstone on which her remains rest.

Latin Class

Lydia gets a punishment at school because of Claire Brewster/ Or maybe she's just having trouble with her Latin class homework.

And Beetlejuice is very disappointed when Lydia ignores him all day because of the difficulties she is having with the language, but Beetlejuice is there to help her finish her homework. Lydia learns that, Beetlejuice is a kind of polyglot corpse.

The Demon Of The House

It's an adapted story about the Phantom of the Opera

Beetlejuice loses a bet with Lydia and she makes him pay by making him dress up as a cheesy character from one of his gothic romance novels...

The funny thing is... He doesn't dislike it at all

Lydia has to leave the house to run some errands.

Something that bores Beetlejuice, who stayed at home to wait for her return...

He was so bored that he thought it would be a good idea to read that stupid book while she was coming back. It turns out that Beetlejuice actually likes the book and identifies with Erik, and thinks of Lydia as Christine...

But after some thought, Beetlejuice freaks out at the thought that his friendship with Lydia might be driven primarily by fear, and he doesn't want to have Lydia around him just because of that.

His insecurities lead to their nightmare taking reality itself hostage...

While little by little he is consumed, by his fear, little by little he distorts reality until he recreates every page of the book.

What they don't know, is that it's not all Beetlejuice's fault, but that they have lodged a small worm in the neck of the deceased, which literally ate away at his mind and slowly took over his host and the longer he uses his powers to a great extent, the faster they can be consumed.

That's it!

Also most of my fanfictions are "what if" and contain a lot of emotional damage...

I'd also like to say that if you have just one idea, I'll be happy to hear from you too.

Those are at least a couple of proposals, if you want to help me write them, I will gladly be eternally grateful for your support... And thank you for taking the time to read me.

See you then and thank you!

I'll wait for your message! 💕💖

#beetlelyds #beetlejuice animated #beetlejuice #beetlebabes #musicalbabes

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mariamariquinha · 8 months

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What's behind...

Still on that road, I’m back for some background inspiration/maybe I’m little too much into music/my guys have personal playlist stuff. Today we’re going to Versos de Placer, this piece of messy cops and dead bodies and Horacio Carrillo.

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Versos de Placer - Colonel Horacio Carrillo

Yeah, well, we all know the synopsis of this story, right? A Colombian man with dubious ethics and a gringa with daddy issues who have sex. It’s my first Carrillo’ fic and we all know how much I adore Maurice in Narcos. Boom, boom, let’s goooooo 💃

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VERSOS DE PLACER - MAYE

Well, I think the name said it 😂😂😂 But it’s kinda curious and delightful to use that song as my first big break on Tumblr, especially with Carrillo who’s a character I personally like a lot. I mentioned an excerpt from it when I made a moodboard for this fanfic a while ago.

Versos de Placer talks about finding an unexpected love, something that no one was looking for but found in a remarkable and true way. Although the story has not yet been so evident in this regard, I have been reinforcing important signs of the characters' expectations and yearnings for this feeling.

Yo que no te busqué (I did not look for you)

Sin querer te encontré (I accidentally found you)

Me escapó (I run)

A dónde tú estés (where you are)

Una y otra vez (over and over)

More than just the classic “Found you on my worst, you gave me new meaning”, I believe that Carrillo is the type of character who doesn’t mind love. It’s just there for him, sometimes, and he gets used to it since he lives a life of danger, like he rationalized it. The relationship he builds with reader is purely rational and even in the moments of desire or sentimental sharing, in the end they both don’t know what is the next step - they just know something is there and it’s good.

TÚ - MAYE

Like most writers, I was kind of in a moment when I started writing Versos de Placer. I'm not there anymore, but for all intents and purposes I can say that this particular singer was an inspiration. Firstly because she sings in Spanish and secondly because she's good - I thought that made sense.

Todo lo que pasa es relativo (Everything that happens is relative)

Pero cada vez que estoy contigo (But every time I'm with you)

El tiempo se detiene (The time stops)

Y desaparece (And disappears)

Ya no me hace falta nada más (I don’t need anything else)

Si lo más difícil de encontrar (If the hardest to find)

Lo encontré contigo (I found with you)

Writing to certain couples is like catching glimpses of a future. If I could define a timeline of the story, Versos de Placer would begin and Tú would end, like a moment in which they move from uncertainty to an absolute truth. I'm a sucker for love stories with happy endings - with fidelity, devotion, contact. And perhaps someone may disagree, but I see Carrillo as the type of man who doesn't love unless it's like that, because as I already said, for him love is a palpable feeling and there was no other way to experience it than in total effort.

This song has a soft, hopeful tone, like a calm, warm love - like driving down the road with the sea breeze on your face, no music but the sound of the wind. I think they both deserve it. Carrillo deserves it.

CHAN CHAN - BUENA VISTA SOCIAL CLUB

Latin culture is very rich - A LOT. As a Latina woman, I love learning about everything Latin American countries have to offer and I like to talk about it whenever I can, as a historical reparation or just... because. I won't dwell on this, everyone already knows.

I chose this song, but I'm not going to put the lyrics because it's not necessarily what they say, but the intention behind it. Buena Vista Club is a Cuban group and the music, in general, portrays the experience in Cuba. Still, the choice of instruments, the vocal intonation, the musical rhythm, everything always led me to a Carrillo who, unable to consume foreign culture beyond what was strictly necessary, would listen to this. On days in a good mood (rare and very vague) he would hum the song while doing everyday things.

This song is an experience. Listen if you can.

INTIMIDADE - LINIKER E OS CARAMELOWS

Liniker is a Brazilian trans singer who has already become a reference and probably a part of the history of my country. I adore her. Like, she's a goddess. I think that anyone who would think about learning more about our music should start or at least go through her work.

This song is a production with the band that accompanied it, the "Caramelows", and they had such an incredible repertoire.

Vem me visitar de madrugada (Come visit me early in the morning)

Colocar tua mão em mim que eu deixo (Put your hand on me and I'll let you)

Sem pressa você chega e fica (No rush, you arrive and stay)

Eu finco afeto nesse peito (I plant affection in this chest)

Soma, mas não some, fica e a gente dorme (Add up, but don't disappear, stay and we sleep)

Incenso a casa com alecrim (Home incense with rosemary)

The name of the song is very intuitive - Intimacy. To stay together. To share. I don't know, it makes sense. In a context where Carrillo is a man with many rough edges, I think a good thing about many stories is to explore this. It's not my focus, but I can certainly recommend others that address the subject better. This song is more of a recommendation, an immersion into what a relationship with Carrillo could be if nothing were... Well, if we created him.

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P.S.

I'm taking steps back with my posts here, but I'm not on hiatus. I've been owing this for months and only now have I found the strength to finish it, so you can imagine what my pace has been like lately. This IS NOT an apology, even though it's not a secret (I've always been very clear about my pace), I'm not sorry either. Sometimes life happens and that's normal.

I'm specifically working on Bossa Nova, because I also took steps back with Versos de Placer for the sake of the story; as I said above, I'm not at the same point as I was when I started it.

I have a request on my list that I will do as soon as I can. The second part of the last chapter I wrote of Versos de Placer will come out when I'm ready, because it's going to be a turning point and as we're in the final stretch, I want to be more sure of what I want to do. You understand.

The weather is strange around the world, so take care! I'll be around, but a little more off.

Stay safe!

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No pressure tags:

@cheesybadgers

@thesandbeneathmytoes

@616wilsons

@nessamc

@thoroughlymodernminutia

@padbrookcottage

@mysoulisasunflower

#horacio carrillo x reader #colonel carrillo x reader #colonel horacio carrillo #horacio carrillo #narcos #narcos fandom #narcos fanfiction #narcos fic #colonel carrillo fic #horacio carrillo fic #female reader

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jonathanbiers · 1 year

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i've been thinking i like the idea that steve and argyle cook for each other. argyle shows off his pizza prowess and some special family recipes from mexico, while steve shows off some desserts and various Italian dishes his nona used to make.

i need you to know that when i saw this while i was at work, it made me smile so big! cooking together can be such a great bonding activity. i'm imagining argyle smearing a lil pizza sauce on steve's cheek just to see that little sigh and grumble steve does when he wants to be annoyed but isn't really.

i think steve would be so impressed watching argyle toss the dough in the air. he would be watching all big-eyed and soft because he knows argyle is just showing off when he tosses it with one hand a couple times, but he's so gone on this boy that it works.

he'd ask argyle to teach him how and when he struggles(bc it really is tricky to learn the technique at first), argyle would press up against his back and show steve exactly how to move his hands and steve would try to pay attention but all he can really think about is how soft argyle's voice is in his ear. but he gets it right, and argyle presses a little kiss on his neck (just a little one!) and tells him how good he's doing. oh they make me weak.

and when they share the recipes they learned from their childhoods, that were passed down to them through generations, they tell each other stories while they do. happy childhood stories that make them laugh, family gossip they never really found out a concrete answer to, significant events (good and bad) that shaped them to be how they are now, whatever it is that they associate with that specific food. but they listen to each other and they each fall a little bit more in love every time, and when the stories lean a little bit more melancholy the other person is always right there to soothe over those old wounds with kisses and just generally letting each other know they're there. just, the two of them learning each other through this mundane yet so intimate ritual they've developed.

and sometimes they'll just put on some tapes, dance around the kitchen and sing and laugh with each other. steve's favorite thing is when argyle sings songs that are in spanish, he may not know what the words mean but argyle sings them all like they're the sappiest lovesongs meant for steve and steve only.

and even when they don't cook together, they use food as a way to take care of each other. if steve was up late with a migraine, argyle lets him sleep in and makes him breakfast, intending to bring it to him in bed. but the smell off coffee and bacon wakes him up anyway and he finds his way into the kitchen, all soft and sleepy, wrapping his arms around argyle's waist and pressing his cheek against his back. gentle "good morning"s and "i love you"s.

when argyle has a really shit day at work steve makes him one of his comfort foods, one that is his go-to on those extra bad days, one that makes him feel warm and takes him somewhere safe. they'll eat on the couch with steve's legs in argyle's lap and watch their favorite movie or tv show and steve will run his fingers through argyle's hair while he vents about his day.

at a certain point, they both claim the other person makes their own recipes better than they do. (they don't, they do the exact same thing)

#anonymous #I Got Carried Away #they just make me so happy and fuzzy and warm on the inside #thank you so much for sending me this!#stargyle #steve harrington #argyle

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eliasmendoza · 11 months

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Prompt: Answer this with five tracks you think represent your character best! If you don't have an OC, do it for a character you love!

Thank you to @shiinzhon for the tag! Lemme tag @unhingedravenclawstuff @wrenegade-accio @sallowslytherin @parselmouthedmelinae @holisticpearliegeek @catohphm and whoever else wants to do this!

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Without further ado, here we go. Each song has a particular meaning in Elias' life. I'll break down each one as best as I can and perhaps provide some bonus tracks.

1. "Happy & Sad" by Kacey Musgraves

Kacey Musgraves explained that "Sometimes I find myself not being able to enjoy the height of a good moment because I start thinking about the fact that it’s about to be over." Since the trauma of the Philippine revolution affected him so deeply to the point that he lost so many people he cared about, Elias became a very cautious person, feeling like the highs he feels now will become lows very soon.

2. "Eyes Shut" by Years & Years

Y&Y frontman and songwriter Olly Alexander said, "The song is about self preservation and wanting to hide from disaster." This song is like a sort of follow-up to "Happy & Sad" for Elias, wherein he convinces himself that by detaching himself, he won't feel any hurt or loss. He feels the need to be stronger for his mom and himself. This is essentially the reason why he genuinely cannot bring himself indulge in the idea that he could be happy.

3. "Screaming" by CHVRCHES

The past five years Elias experienced since the attack on his home village has swept Elias into a tornado of unpredictable events. It feels as if misfortune has control of his life. He is both victim and witness to all that unfolds in his life and is forced to go with the flow of it all. He is frustrated over the trauma that holds his life. But towards the end of the song, Elias decides he cannot give up and keeps fighting for a better future.

4. "A Song to Come Home To" by Jinkx Monsoon

The song is a dedication to Elias' mother and his chosen family (his dear friends at Hogwarts). It's clear and simple a message: he will love them all no matter what. They never left him when the going got rough for Elias in so many ways, and he will reciprocate that for them as well because of the love that connects them all.

5. "panorama" by Hayley Kiyoko

"Wait, have you seen the view?"

This is Elias finally becoming in touch with himself and the world around him, finally being able to process all that has happened to him, l making peace with it all, and moving forward and accepting wholeheartedly the love and happiness he deserves. He can finally stop and look at all the good that has happened to him and enjoy it all. Sure, the feeling of the storm coming after the sunshine is still there, but learns to manage that feeling as well.

Author's note: If you all want a full Spotify playlist for Elias (and Sebastian as a couple), please do let me know. I'm willing to share it hehehe.

Bonus tracks under the cut!

6. Three Versions of Ave Maria

Okay, now hear me out before you think this is a weird thing to add to a playlist. Remember Elias was born during the Spanish colonization of the Philippines, which means Catholicism was rampant then. As a magical practitioner, Elias never felt a real connection with the religion but for some reason felt one with the Virgin Mary. Maybe it was that she reminded him of his mother, Ma. Aurora: kind, caring, and loving.

Now, why do I have three versions of Ave Maria listed? Let's explore them!

A. Franz Schubert/Josh Groban

Josh Groban, who is my voiceclaim for Elias, sings this version passionately as if he's pleading for help. In a way, it harkens to "Ellens Gesang III", a derivation of Sir Walter Scott's poem, "The Lady of the Lake". In the poem, the heroine, Ellen Douglas, is praying to the Virgin Mary for help, anxious over the fate of her father on the eve of an important battle. The same way, Elias secretly "prays" for safety as he and his mother leave the Philippines and will lead new lives in a foreign country.

B. Charles Gonoud & Johann Sebastian Bach/Amira Willighagen

This version by Bach and Gonoud and performed by Willighagen has a more angelic and heavenly approach to it. I used this iteration to represent Elias at his calmest and happiest. It is in this moment that he finds something good in his situation like a strongly-lit lighthouse in a stormy midnight. In a way, he begins to find this light when he learns to let his own guard down and open his heart, starting with Sebastian (to Anne's delight, that little schemer). This is Elias "praying" that this joy will last forever.

C. Franz Schubert/Beyoncé

The conclusion to Elias' Ave Maria trilogy is a wedding song by Beyoncé. This is that point in Elias' life where there is calm, joy, and the sense of stability that he's longed for since he and his mother were displaced. Elias is finally happy with his life. He has everything a boy like him could need: his mother, his best friends, and a loving husband. (Yes, Elias and Seb get married who wants to attend the wedding yaaaas)

It also makes sense to have this as the end to the trilogy as it is a rewrite of Franz Schubert's original Ave Maria, as performed earlier by Josh Groban.

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More songs will be added at some point so stay tuned, I guess?

#hogwarts legacy #oc: elias mendoza #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #eliasmendoza interacts with people

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elbiotipo · 1 month

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Some little author's notes that might or not enhance that little Campoestela story I just posted:

Siusini cannot hear sound by himself, his species does not have 'ears' per se but he does have a mechanic sound translator that works just as well.

He can look at Beto's gestures though, which is good because he gesticulates a lot. Because he's Rioplatense and also it helps to get him understood with species that are more visual.

The "leaves" Siusini uses to communicate are arranged in a stalk that looks like some kind of circular screen, they work like a cuttlefish's skin. Think of it as some kind of sunflower until I draw it.

Given that it wouldn't be easy for a human to understand subtle changes in patterns and colors, Beto must have learned Siusini's language while young, perhaps from Siusini himself. This is a part I'm working on.

Ragua's like for heavy metal is based on a real life study where sharks have shown preference for heavy metal (the band of course is legendary Argentine metal band Hermética)

Beto has a passion for listening to history podcasts. Since it's a bit of a retro universe, they are called tapes (inspired by many many roadtrips listening comedy and music cassettes)

They are all talking in Rioplatense Spanish (yes, even Siusini in a way), I just wrote in English a bit to test myself and to reach audience. Beto's "Mornin', people" is supposed to be "Buenas, gente." "Motherflower" can be translated as "flor de hijo de puta" or "hijo de fruta" if you want.

Beto is about 179cm tall (a bit tall but standard for a human). Ragua is long but her tail does not add height, her body is otter-like, she's about 150cm tall. Siusini is about 140cm tall and a bit wide too, like a bit potted plant (don't call him that). Being small does give you a slight advantage when space is considered, less weight to liftoff and resources to consume, easier to handle tools and structures too.

Ragua can imitate voices perfectly like a parrot, which makes her being able to pronounce any language almost effortessly and also sing... it doesn't mean she understands them though. When this story is set, her handle on Rioplatense is almost complete, writing her slowly picking up the language is gonna be a bit of a challenge.

I'm not sure if Beto has EXACTLY the voice of Ricardo Iorio, but he does have a deeper voice than Spinetta and it's a meme he cannot sing (he is Capitán Beto after all, not Spinetta, despite looking like him)

Where is the triste estampita de un santo and the malvones? in the cockpit of course, that's where the song says they are.

Beto is starting the morning shift, then who's running the ship? there's a couple of little pterodactyl-like aliens, literally a married couple like agapornis birds that can't ever be separated, who work the night shift in Mastropiero, but I haven't introduced them yet.

#campoestela #cosas mias

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goldtowhite · 1 month

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solana "solar" flores // character study

basic information:

FULL NAME: solana maria flores

NICKNAME(S): solar, sol

AGE: 27

DATE OF BIRTH: january 1st, 1997

PLACE OF BIRTH: salinas, california

GENDER: cisfemale

PRONOUNS: she/her

ORIENTATION: bisexual

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, spanish

NEIGHBOURHOOD: sierra vista estates

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: she lives by herself!

family ties:

MOTHER: violetta marie reyes flores

FATHER: miguel diego flores

SIBLINGS: a little sister, a full ten years younger than her

SPOUSE / PARTNER: none

CHILDREN: none

PETS: one dog, a great dane named nelvin

occupational information:

OCCUPATION: solo artist

SKILLSET OR SPECIALISATION (IF APPLICABLE): singer, dancer

answer only if your character is a musician:

NAME OF THEIR ACT: she goes by the name solar as a performer

SO THEY PLAY INSTRUMENTS? IF SO WHAT?: she can play piano and is attempting to learn guitar

ARTIST INFLUENCES: ariana grande, hwasa, kehlani

CURRENT MONTHLY SPOTIFY/APPLE MUSIC LISTENS ON AVERAGE: 75M

physical appearance:

FACE CLAIM: becky g

HAIR COLOR: dark brown

EYE COLOR: brown

HEIGHT: 5'1"

BUILD: curvy, toned

TATTOOS: she has two of becky's tattoos, the dragonfly on her side, and the familia on her wrist

PIERCINGS: just a bunch of ear piercings

CLOTHING STYLE: what always matters most to her is that her hair and makeup is done no matter what. very glamorous style, loves a good crop top, loves form fitting clothes.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: she's teeny tiny short.

personality:

MBTI: ESTJ

ELEMENT: earth

WESTERN ZODIAC: capricorn

CHINESE ZODIAC: ox

POSITIVE TRAITS: ambitious, vibrant, expressive

NEGATIVE TRAITS: bossy, materialistic, vain

HOBBIES: travel, cooking, foodie type behaviors in general, swimming

wanted connections:

CONNECTION TYPE: give me a toxic on and off relationship please. i'd love this to be another uber famous person, like they keep writing albums about each other, they've broken up messily in the public eye multiple times, when they come back together half the fanbase cheers and half groans but knows they're gonna get good sad music out of it. down to cook for this.

CONNECTION TYPE: someone who works for solana who kind of picks away at her outer layers and understands her on a personal level.

PART TWO: QUESTIONNAIRE.

IF YOUR MUSE IS A MUSICIAN:

start at the beginning, who are you and why are you important? i'm solana flores, known as solar to most, and why i'm important isn't really something i can answer. you'd have to ask the people who decided i was.

how long have you been making music? since i was a little girl. my dad plays guitar and he would play around the house, would do it to entertain us when the lights went out because he and mama couldn't make the bills that much, and i just started singing along with it.

how would you describe the kind of music you make? it's a really healthy mix of songs you'd want to have sex to, and songs you'd blast with the windows down going 90 mph on an empty highway.

who are some of your biggest musical influences? oh the list is endless. selena, of course, a legend and an icon. beyonce! lots of lesser known mexican artists i grew up listening to with my parents.

what is the first record you ever bought? it was an n*sync cd, if i'm being honest.

what has working in the music industry meant to you thus far in your career? the life i've built for myself is something i would've never dreamed. my parents never have to lift a finger again, though they do anyway because they worry about my little sister getting too spoiled, and for good reason. they already have one spoiled child, they don't need another.

what are some stand out moments from your career so far? my first sold out show, even though the venues were pretty small. my first stadium tour. my first meet and greet.

how would you describe your style of performance? what makes your shows worth seeing? my style of performance is to make sure that you'd never dare look anywhere but the stage, in case you missed anything. i'm worth seeing because i'm real, and good at what i do, and make it known.

what are you still hoping to achieve in your career? you'd think reaching the top would be where it ends, but there are some awards i haven't won yet that i'd like to. really all that's missing from my shelf at home is a grammy.

what’s next for you? well that's a secret.

#intro: solana

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potentiallypolyglot · 6 months

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I'm curious about 30 and 39 of the Langblr asks~ Also 43 sounds like fun, if you want to answer that too!

30. I'm from the relatively northeastern United States so it's very predominantly English-speaking, which is kind of a bummer. I'd say the most popular language to learn is Spanish, but I wouldn't say there is a very large Spanish speaking community near me. Fortunately, I live in a near a city so there are many cultural districts I can visit and experience a bit of other cultures, but there aren't places near me where speaking a foreign language helps you in any material way. The result is that most people around me don't have too much of an interest in foreign languages, which is why I enjoy langblr so much!

39. I'm sure I'll have more embarrassing experiences when I actually get to go and study in China next year, but I have a few mildly embarrassing things to share from my trip to China in August.

Firstly, we went out to lunch with my roommate's family and some of their family friends. During this lunch, everyone has a tiny little chalice that maybe holds 1/2oz and you can keep filling it up with these little pitchers of baijiu (白酒) which is very high proof alcohol - like 53% And many times throughout lunch people will stand and give a toast and everyone drinks some. And when I say many times - it was at some points less than five minutes between toasts. So unless you want to get absolutely hammered - which some people, especially the older men will - you just take tiny sips by wetting your lips or just pretending to drink. I did this the whole meal (like 3 hours) and still ended up having like 2.5 of these little shots.

Anyway, I one point they wanted me to give a toast, which I did very clumsily but it was fine. I believe I did this in English and Chinese. The embarrassing part is that I ended my speech with "Ganbei!" (干杯) because I understood that it meant "Cheers!" which it does. But it also literally means "dry cup" so you are meant to drink the whole cup when you say that. So saying 干杯! and then taking a tiny sip caused some confusion and they tried to prompt me to drink the whole thing, which was not the precedent I wanted to set for my drinking abilities.

As an aside I would like to say that I do have pretty decent drinking abilities, but I have a control issues aversion to being drunk. Also, in this environment I was regarded as "a young girl" so I wasn't in the mood to impress the table with my abilities and risk becoming a novelty, which could result in drinking past my limits. I was also recovering some what I suspected to be jetlag related illness so I wasn't trying to push it.

Anyway, it ended up being fine and everyone was super nice. They weren't pressuring in a mean way, just confused and in kind spirited encouragement to drink more. Besides, later during the meal one of the older men tried to cheers in English by saying "Uphill!" which confused me and I wasn't able to back him up when others disagreed since I had never heard that being used. I wonder if "Uphill!" is a local expression somewhere or maybe borrowed from a different language and translated? If anyone knows, I'd be curious to learn.

The second thing that comes to mind isn't necessarily language related, but it was a cultural experience. It was another night at my roommate's family's house and they had invited over some friends. We had food and talked and had a good time. One thing that Chinese people (at least in this region) like to do during these get togethers is entertain one another with performances. Especially having the children show off their skills. This could be with a dance, playing a musical instrument, reciting poetry, or, such as this night, singing songs. One young girl sang something from the Beijing Opera and she sang quite beautifully. Then a mother joined her in singing and did so quite boisterously, which thankfully didn't set the bar too high for me.

I am 24 so not a child by any standard in the United States, but very much so in this setting, which is honestly something I could talk a lot about if anyone is curious.

Anyway, they wanted me to sing next and I am no singer. I also panicked trying to think of a song. Like they just sang something from the Beijing Opera - what am I supposed to sing? What am I even used to singing without music? Like how I am going to match that with my repertoire of Taylor Swift lyrics? There's too many pauses and it's mostly too emotional I think and too long and I don't really have a frame of reference as to what they were singing about? Ultimately, I sat there and sang Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer, half the lyrics I only remembered as I sang. They said I had a sweet voice and that was that. Honestly, I don't think they thought it was embarrassing for me since its customary and they were singing too so in fairness, it wasn't really that bad. But it was way outside of my comfort zone and definitely a memorable experience. I should probably prepare something for future dinner parties. Maybe I can get away with poetry tho haha.

43. 我的好朋友很美。我们在大学认识。我们都学习国际业务。她是中国人。时候冠状病毒来了，她不会去她家，所以她跟我住。现在她学习法律。她非常聪明。因为我们是好朋友和室友，我叫他我妹妹。

Okay, that's what I've got, no one use this as a learning resource since I'm sure I made many mistakes, but I am open to feedback if anyone has any. Also this is the first time I've typed Chinese on my computer using the keyboard. Usually its just for phrases or I use my phone so thanks for the opportunity to try something new!

#Thanks for the ask!#asks

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mosraev · 9 months

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Lyrics through the decade 2/10

I've decided to collect all the songs I've made through the last decade and share my favourite snippets with you guys. The pictures for the backgrounds will (as much as possible) be pictures I've taken the same year as the lyrics were written. The full lyrics may or may not be made official someday.

Part 2; 2014

In March 2014 I made my first song and so with the new found interest in songwriting I started experimenting a lot with different themes and moods of songwriting that I've tried to show here.

More info under the line

Stay creative, my fellow foxes 🦊💚

Song 1 (pic 1); Ray of Sunshine

First song I ever wrote with a very simple form of three verses in a row. I had tried to learn an ATL song on guitar yet in my failed attempt to learn the rhytmn I made a melody instead (very hard to sing but fun for what it is)

Featured lyric: Clouds outside are starting to gather

[and] my mind in as terrible weather.

Song 2 (pic 2); Female Dress Code

The second song I ever wrote and the first with a chorus - way more singable than RoS. I call it my 'Not Like Other Girls' song since I through the song describe this one girl I say is the opposite of me and how I don't understand women fashion.

Featured lyric: the best thing you can wear is a smile,

but has been hidden away for a while.

Song 3 (pic3); Instant Camera

A song about longing for a relationship (not autobiografical if I remember correctly). This song is special to me not in its themes but that I played it for the talent show at my high school and won first prize. I spend the money to buy a new guitar.

Featured lyric: As May turned to December,

We took photographs with your old instant camera

((Extended)) are you gonna burn them like orange autumn leaves?

Song 4 (pic4); Aubade

First song written on piano (and I made it a spanish intro because I could). As song about supporting a friend in need. Has some really cute lines in retrospect.

Featured lyric: Mirrorside lies! It reflects what eye sees not heart be.

Your flaws make you unique, and you're beautiful to me.

Song 5 (pic5); Train

An angst song. Written together with a friend that accidentally also came out as trans years later. It is a very angry song full of self dread and hate. Very teenager.

Featured lyric: I'll go down in history as another nobody

starring out in nowhere wasting time.

Song 6 (pic6); Corner

First song that I remember where I didn't make up a character to tell the story from but instead used my own experiences. Although some parts of it is half inspired by Perks of Being a Wallflower.

Feautured lyric: Observer. I'm lost in a world were I don't exist

((Extended)) no wonder why my voice's dismissed.

Song 7 (pic7); Stranger 7-10-8-1

Probably one of my strangest titles (pun intended) this song is about seeing the beauty in people around you and that we cannot know everybody's story. Also it is a cute little love song to all the strangers you might meet on your way.

Featured lyric: I have to say, you look good today.

We haven't met, but anyways

everybody's beautiful in their own way.

Song 8 (pic8); Not All Heroes Wear Capes Mine Plays Guitar

Can you tell that I liked Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the Disco from the sheer length of this title x'D? This was a song made and dedicated to one of my then favourite musician, Jack Barakat from All Time Low which is funny when I read it now since a few bits of the lyrics can be used to describe one of my favourite musicians today (Jere Pöyhönen aka Käärijä)

Featured lyric: He's a ticking time bomb filled with bad jokes and contagious joy

Honorable mention:

Flower bud, he trives on the stage tonight.

#lyrics #2014 #ray of sunshine #female dress code #corner #aubade #instant camera #train #stranger 7-10-8-1 #not all heroes wear capes mine plays guitar #mosraev #mosræv

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tylerxm · 4 months

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Bésame Mucho

pair: steve murphy x javier peña (narcos)

genre: lgbtq+, smut

audience / rating: E

content: MDNI+18, heavy smut, javier being fruity with steve, they get interrupted, kiss, french kiss, sadomasoquism, bdsm, blood play, dacriphilia, anal pumping, anal fingering, edging, overstimulation, mutual masturbation (mtm), anger kink, spanish kink.

word count: 5.2k

enjoy.

The only thing that Javier Peña did not know about his partner was that he knew how to play the guitar. How?, you ask.

After finishing his job in the DEA, Steve remembered that he had a guitar lying around in his storage room, it wasn't his, but he knew no one had used it in a long time. He took advantage of it immediately; He bought some strings, learned how to change them, learned the basics like tuning them, basic chords, etc. Within a few months, he already knew all the basic and professional concepts of music theory.

He stopped playing a few months ago since he moved out, but he still had that guitar in his room.

Well, that brings us to the present.

Steve Murphy had decided to take his acoustic guitar out of his closet, enjoying that it was so clean and cared for, he was glad that everything was fine despite not having used it in a few months. Javier was in the living room using his phone, with one leg over the other and the other hand in his thigh, resting there.

Steve left his room with the guitar in hand, that caught Javi's attention, and even more so when he stood next to him, leaving the guitar between the gringo's own legs. Javier smiled slightly, putting his cell phone aside, raising one of his eyebrows.

"I didn't know you played the guitar. Now that's interesting." He said in a curious tone as always, looking at the guitar and then into the stranger's eyes. The blonde smiled slightly, that piqued Peña's interest even more.

"I started playing since we finished Escobar off , and well, you know that a lot of things have happened since then." Steve added as he ran his fingers over the body of the guitar, taking it in his hands while he looked at Peña.

"Do you want to hear me play?"

The truth is that it didn't seem like a bad plan. He loved listening to people sing or dance, he himself was a rhythmic person and loved music, except karaoke. That wasn't all.

"If you're going to let me sing, then yes."

That opened Steve's eyes, surprised by the request. He nodded as he settled down, leaving the fingers of his left hand on the frets of the guitar, without stopping to look at the Colombian. He was waiting for a request.

"I feel like I'm going to be a little outdated, but I really like an old Mexican song. Just play something that goes with D minor, G minor, D7 and E7. Apart from the fact that it is in Spanish, it would be good for me. I know you can improvise the whole song, you've heard a lot of rancheras, boliches and bachatas." His smile grew as he saw how Steve was already preparing to play.

Steve began playing the arpeggio at the beginning of the tune, always improvising, enjoying the sounds of the new, clean strings, sliding his fingers across the frets. Javi closed his eyes when he heard the beginning, enjoying the sound. His foot moved to the rhythm of the music, which was not like the original, it changed to a simpler rhythm, but more beautiful and soft. It was beautiful, why deny it?

The strumming stopped in an eighth-note silence, so Javi cleared his throat slightly, without opening his eyes to begin singing in a soft tone.

" Bésame, bésame mucho

Que tengo miedo a perderte

Perderte después.

Bésame, bésame mucho

Que tengo miedo a perderte

Perderte después. "

A small change was noticed when moving to another chorus, and Javi opened his eyes watching Steve with his eyes closed playing the guitar, his heart seemed to beat faster.

" Quiero tenerte muy cerca

Mirarme en tus ojos,

Verte junto a mi.

Piensa que tal vez mañana

Yo ya estaré lejos,

muy lejos de ti. "

Javier had changed his tone a little because of the smile that was on his lips, feeling a warm feeling because of who he thought of when singing that song, he felt stupid for thinking like a teenager.

" Bésame, bésame mucho

Cómo si fuera esta noche,

La última vez.

Bésame, bésame mucho

Que tengo miedo a perderte

Perderte después. "

The song ended with a hanging chord, Steve opened his eyes and looked at Peña. He felt as if his cheeks were slightly warm and red, but it wasn't very noticeable.

"I didn't know you sang that..."

"That...?" Javier raised an eyebrow.

"Beautiful. I can say that I felt how you merged with the song, and that you were letting yourself go. Even I didn't understand shit, I loved it. The timbre of your voice is really beautiful, Javi. It makes me feel like I want to hear more of your voice."

Peña felt his heart melt, knowing how to control his nerves at that moment as he settled with one arm, looking away slightly blushing. His stomach full of butterflies screamed to be calmed.

"I didn't know you were so cheesy, Murphy. God." He laughed as he felt a little unable to look Steve in the eye. The aforementioned left the guitar aside, he got a little closer to Javier because he was a little far away. Nothing else.

"I'm not cheesy, fuck you, it's the truth." He let out a hoarse laugh, it came from the bottom of his chest while he continued looking at the dark-eyed with those oceanic eyes. The brunette would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous and he certainly wasn't intrigued by the tone of voice Murphy had.

They remained silent for several seconds, looking at each other into the eyes as they seemed to unconsciously look at each other. Something, they didn't know what, but something, a spark was about to come out and pass but a bell interrupted them.

They were knocking on the door at the worst time. Shit.

Somehow Peña looked away and stood up to try to forget the awkward, tense and warm moment between the two of them. He somehow opened the door, a slightly awkward position. It was his aunt, somehow. They gave each other a warm hug.

"Javi! We haven't seen each other in a while, I'm glad to see you." Said the female as she passed inside, Peña closed the door while he received him warmly. He went directly to the living room table with a glass of water for the black-haired girl, Murphy had also greeted her with a hug.

"This must be your roommate, then?"

"Yes. He's my best friend. Remember when I told you about me working in the police? Well, he's been my best pal since then." He took the glass of water and delivered it to the black haired woman.

"He's pretty. You've always had pretty friends, but this one is different." Murphy got embarrassed and laughed a little, Javi frowned a little bit, now ashamed of his aunt.

"Please! Don't be like that, le estás avergonzando..." (You're making him feel ashmed...) Javi said kinda ashamed too.

"It's okay Jav, I don't mind being the spot of her attention." Steve smiled, seeing both of them talking again.

Steve kept thinking about the moment earlier, he almost kissed Javi but she ruined it, which made him jealous to a certain extent. Because? Javi and him were just friends. Why would he be jealous of someone like him being so next to eachother? Maybe it was because of the attention, because there wasn't enough attention for him, mostly because Peña's attention wasn't on him.

In the end, she wouldn't stay for too long, would she?

Night had fallen, the movie was over, and Javier's aunt was out. Steve strictly asked Peña to rest since he didn't have a good sleep in weeks, because he had already done enough for today and that he would leave it to him to clean up and so he did. Steve finished cleaning by sweeping the floor off the floor while the Latino watched what was on television, he found an old comedy movie on, and there he stayed.

Steve put aside the things he had finished cleaning, now standing next to Peña. There was a somewhat awkward silence, perhaps because they didn't know what to say after the moment they were interrupted by Javier's aunt, or because Javi was too sleepy to think.

He ended up getting up from the couch wanting to go to bed.

"I'm going to sleep, I'm done for shit." He let out a hoarse laugh between sentences, now looking at Steve with those tired eyes that seemed somewhat dominant. Steve's skin crawled.

Seeing that Peña was about to enter his room, he stood up and grabbed his good arm eagerly.

"Wait." The smallest tensed slightly as he looked at his partner turning around.

To his surprise he ended up cornered against the door of his room, opening his eyes wide without knowing what to do or how to react. What was wrong with him? And most importantly, what the hell was wrong with Steve?

The recently mentioned man's hands were on either side of the Colombian, both looking into each other's eyes. Steve returned to his normal position, somewhat nervous.

"I'm sorry for scaring you Javier, but I'm... Desperately anxious."

Peña raised an eyebrow. That day had several quite notable events. His stomach had those butterflies from before when he knew what Murphy meant, but he played dumb.

"What are you talking about? This is strange, Steve."

"What's really strange is that I can't stop wanting you."

That phrase dominated Javier's silence, whose cheeks were as red as the roses were. Steve's fingers walked delicately over the stranger's chin, caressing that area and then reaching his cheek. The taller man's cheeks also warmed as he felt Javi's free hand on his waist, since the other was intertwined with Steve's hand

His faces were close to eachother, his lips were touching and his eyes were half closed. His hot breaths mixed and burned inside as they kissed. They ended up doing it. The black-haired man's hand lightly squeezed Murphy's waist, and the gringo's hand descended to the side of the other's neck, leaving him firmly in that place. That action caused a sigh between Peña's lips.

Daringly, Javi bit the other's lower lip mischievously and smiled slightly between the kiss, then they moved on to a passionate french kiss. Steve pressed Javi's body against his without doing any damage to his arm.

The one with blue eyes ran his hand along the back of the one with black eyes, opening the door so as not to let him fall, without separating from the kiss as they entered Peña's room. There was almost no light, but it was enough to see what they were doing.

They had to separate for a moment, so Steve could lie down on the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress with Javier on his lap. He took advantage of the fact that the other person was submissive and distracted to get his hand on his waist, squeezing it lightly while he kissed his face, his neck, his ears. Peña's sight fogged slightly from the heat of both bodies and the cold of the room that would soon become warm.

Things escalated as time went by; Steve had his hands on Javi's torso, massaging it and rubbing his fingers against that area. Javi was shirtless but still with the cast on. He had his pants unbuttoned and Steve was just like him. Now the Colombian's ass was against the American's hard cock under his unbuttoned pants, both in a moment of intense heat.

He moved his hips seductively against the stranger's erection to feel that hardness against his still covered rear, somewhat desperate as he clung to the other's shoulders. They kissed again with great passion, introducing their tongue into the kiss. Javi felt Steve's hands reach his bare waist, digging his nails in, eliciting a moan from the bottom-top's lips. Maybe he would fight a little for control, but it would be difficult since he was being captive by one hand cause of Steve.

Steve's dominant hand ended up in Peña's boxers, massaging his hard cock over the fabric with a few fingers, causing Javier to break away from the kiss and puff out his chest as he hyperventilated, sighing and moaning lightly at the sensation, now thrusting into him. His nails into Steve's shoulders. He sighed at the pressure on his crotch, the strange sensation was totally new and he felt his feelings exploding like firecrackers inside him as he felt another man giving him so much pleasure.

Peña's internal battle made the American smile, an idea occurred to him.

He pulled the stranger's throbbing, wet cock out of his boxers, gently running his fingers over the glans and over the tip, watching as Pedro shuddered and tensed his body at the sensation. It's not that he didn't like him, but quite the opposite.

Steve's free hand slid into Javi's hair, who had his head resting on the other's shoulder to rest and hide his completely red face, kissing the other's shoulder to try to distract himself. However, Steve's fingers intertwined in the other's hair and he pulled on him, eliciting another moan, a little louder this time, accompanied by a growl. He let go of Javi's cock to take off his glasses, smiling mischievously.

"Eyes on me. I want to see how you squirm in the meantime." He said in a hoarse tone, kissing the other's chin and biting it, now giving more vigor to the masturbation that he was offering to Peña. The aforementioned looked at the gringo with submission and somewhat disoriented. What he was sure of was that he was going to return it to him later.

He bit back a gasp accompanied by another grunt as he tensed his shoulders. His abdomen was throbbing like crazy, his chest was rising and falling due to the hyperventilation to which he was subjected due to pleasure and heat, his eyes were shining with desire.

"Ffuck, Steve..." he expanded the 'f'. The tone of his voice increased as he felt how close he was to orgasm due to the induced onanism. He squirmed slightly and sighed, arching his back.

The blonde went back to kissing and sucking on the other's neck, covering the tip of his cock as he sighed with excitement, eagerly waiting to feel the other's insides squeeze him like the virgin he was. He wouldn't give more if his wifes found out.

The Colombian moaned between a small sob at Steve's roughness, shaking when he finally came, Steve seemed to take pity on him now that his hand was stained by the other's sperm. They both sighed between sounds, they let themselves go.

He ran his fingers gently over the other's shoulder, which had a big, not recent but hurtful opened scar. It wasn't bleeding, but it was vulnerable. He looked at him with desire and protection.

"It still hurts?"

"N..No. Not so much. Sometimes I feel sharp pain, but I'm better. Really." He smiled, now leaving his hand previously attached to the back of Steve's neck with some effort, so they could kiss again.

They both fell on the bed, Javi was still with his boxers half on and his pants on his knees, and Steve hadn't even taken off his pants.

After the kiss, they now changed the position so that the youngest was on top of the oldest. He kissed his lips passionately, wanting to taste every last drop of Javier.

The knee of the aforementioned remained in the hard crotch of the stranger, who had to separate from the kiss to take a breath and moan softly. He felt too vulnerable when Peña touched his throbbing bulge. He smiled slightly, showing his small dimples.

"Even when I am hurt I can dominate you.- The older man said with a mocking smile as he looked him in the eyes. The gringo hissed as Peña pressed his knee into his crotch.

"Well, you moaned like a whore when I was makkng you orgasm." Steve repudiated, now smiling slightly when he saw Peña's face full of surprise. But, his smile faded as he noticed how his face distorted into one full of curiosity, but more than anything, mischief.

"Do you like to denigrate or humiliation?" The injured man raised an eyebrow, "If so, tell me. I can make you cum just by talking dirty to you, I don't even have to touch you." He said proudly.

"Yeah? Prove it." The gringo said defiantly, smiling again. Peña lightly caressed the other's cheek while both looked at each other with penetrating eyes full of desire. They wanted to eat each other.

"Come here, puta." (whore) That small insult along with the kiss that he planted on his lips in a deep and passionate way began the second round. With his good hand he removed the belt from the rings of Steve's pants, leaving it in his dominant hand, which was the injured one, but making an effort to move it. He slowly opened his eyes slightly, looking at the features of his other person's face. His heart was beating hard but the other person seemed to be too calm.

That wasn't going to last long.

The belt ended up on Steve's neck, squeezing it slightly to surprise him. Javier looked at him with a lascivious smile and mocking eyes, holding him on his lap. He looked at the blonde from below with desire, and the aforementioned had his eyes open wider than normal.

His lips parted to say something, but he didn't give her time because in one fell swoop he felt his windpipe close. He could still breathe, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't get horny from it, letting out a muffled moan home from lack of air. He hyperventilated as best he could, Peña just smiled. His other hand ended up on one of Steve's pecs, caressing him.

"What's happening? Did the cat eat your tongue or what?" He let out a small laugh. Steve was mumbling, he didn't know how to speak and the words didn't come out either. He wanted to get some air while he was still being hanged, but damn if he enjoyed it. He was slightly red from embarrassment and shortness of breath. It is worth mentioning that Peña was moving his hips slightly so that the stranger could feel how his hard cock passed over the fabric of Murphy's boxers. He made sounds between moans and sighs, digging his nails into Peña's arms. Javier enjoyed the view.

"Were you saying something, zorra? Oh, sé que te encanta cuando te hablo en español." (I know you love it when I speak Spanish to you) He approached his ear just to whisper dirty things to him, putting his dominant arm behind his back to scratch his. Steve growled and felt his eyes water, shuddering. He felt like he was on the verge of climax because of the long time he had been stimulated by Peña in some way, and without touching him, on top of that.

"I asked myself like two minutes ago what it would be like to use this whip belt... Do you want to try it?" He raised an eyebrow, now biting his lobe. Steve just from the thought felt jets of cum splashing his boxers above him, his cock shuddering and trembling in climax, the white lines staining his stomach and his boxers. His chest rose and fell aggressively, now looking at Peña with red cheeks, lips trembling. Javi loved that view.

He finally released his grip, letting Steve breathe easier. The gringo grabbed his neck to rub him, looking at the Colombian with anger and shame. He was clear that when it came time to return it to him he was going to be a thousand, million times worse. The belt mark was still there, as were some hickeys.

"I told you, I was right. You came and I didn't even touch you..." He laughed again at how little the blonde could last, even though it was the first time where he was passive. Steve stifled a shaky breath, still rubbing his neck.

"Shut up." The gringo said imperatively, with a hoarse tone because of what happened, looking with dominant eyes at the other. Now Peña was the final prey.

"You can't say you didn't like it, well you messed me up." He said ironically, lightly touching the tip of the other's cock, listening to how he sighed because of his sensitivity, watching that same piece of flesh tremble at his touch.

In the least expected moment, Peña ended up under Steve on the bed, Steve was now grabbing Javier by his shoulders, who let out a somewhat high-pitched moan due to the pain in his injured shoulder, trembling. In a way the burning was pleasant, but the pain not so much, and even less so the shaking due to the discomfort in his shoulder. He looked at the gringo with wide eyes, curious, a little scared, but more curious than anything. His stomach was burning, it was burning like never before and he wanted something more than anything. Steve stuck his thumb into Peña's wound, poking lightly at the wound. Peña made a face of pain, enjoying the pain and burning at the same time, releasing a somewhat high-pitched moan.

"Fuck! D...Don't. Don't push too hard in, my shoulder is still like shit, and..."

Before he could continue, he closed his eyes tightly as he was spat on by the stranger. He opened his eyes again, wincing for not being able to remove the saliva from part of his face because before being spat out his reflexes acted and he turned his face away from him a little. His eyes widened in surprise, red from that display of 'contempt'. In a certain part he warmed him up.

"Don't you ever close your mouth? It's annoying. Annoying as fuck." Steve blurted out like blades, but Peña knew that he was angry, deep down he was smiling. "I was going to be gentle, mind you, but I think not anymore."

The older man stifled a sigh as he felt how the blonde had freed his shoulders, but only to lean a little to his left to grab lubricating oil that was in a drawer of the nightstand. Javier turned red up to his ears.

"How did you know that I...?" He said surprised.

"I clean the whole house when you're not there, imagine." What seemed to be a small smile appeared on the blonde's lips, pink and full. Peña wanted to kiss them, he wanted to pull them and make them bleed to see how the blood decorated those small and beautiful lips.

But, two fingers that ended up inside him interrupted his thoughts.

Steve now forcefully penetrated the tight interior of the stranger, who had one of his legs on the gringo's shoulder and the other leg a little further apart and bent. Even something as small as two fingers dilated the inside of the other's, but it was somewhat painful.

The bottom arched his back as he closed his eyes somewhat tightly, sighing and whimpering at the sensation.

He was burning, it was strange, he didn't know if his body was asking for more as he felt how his rectum was throbbing and trying to catch Steve's fingers for penetration. Peña moaned again.

To silence his broken, whining voice, Murphy passionately kissed his friend, closing his eyes as he inserted a third finger, arranging the palm of his hand near the spot to continue thrusting. The Colombian moaned between the kiss. He could feel him trembling beneath him.

His tongues mixed with each other, splashes and moans echoed between the four walls that surrounded the couple. One of Peña's hands wrinkled the sheets under him, writhing because of the pleasure and pain caused by the gringo. Tears came from those sensations, taking a deep breath after breaking the kiss, sniffling, letting out tears and squirming, looking into Steve's eyes. He smiled in a twisted way.

"Don't cry, that turns me on." He said in a hoarse tone into Peña's ear, biting it. He increased the intensity of his fingers, suddenly feeling how his abdomen was stained by the other's seed, who was hyperventilating, moaning and sighing, trying to calm down. He didn't even bother to take his fingers off of him, but to continue overstimulating the older man.

He closed his eyes as he tried to ignore the burning in his abdomen beneath him and how the lines of semen stained the blonde's abdomen, shaking and suffering from slight spasms. After a long minute, his entrance was released, already dilated in a certain part. He wasn't going to compare to the thickness of Murphy's cock.

But, the stranger was happy to have gotten revenge.

He wiped his hands on the dirty sheets, which he cared more about. He stood next to the older man and took him in his arms, kissing his tears as if they were crystal flowers, noticing how Javier's puppy eyes were on his lips. Now, he kissed his eyelids while caressing the back of his neck and then his shoulder, finally kissing his lips.

The one with black hair left his hands on the other's back, hugging him with affection and delicacy, tired of so much noise and movement. His shoulder needed to rest.

"I'm sorry for-"

"It's been great." Peña commented. Steve opened his eyes.

"Really?"

"I want to repeat it whenever you want... But you're going to shit yourself when my shoulder is one hundred percent recovered."

They both laughed. They gave a short kiss.

"Thank you, Jav." The aforementioned blushed, smiling and feeling his heart melt. He hid his face in the other's chest.

"I love it when you call me Jav."

And so, the two fell asleep after a while of kissing and laughing.

#stavier #javier peña x steve murphy #javier peña #steve murphy #narcos #narcos netflix #boyd holbrook #pedro pascal #javier is such a cockwhore

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Hey! i wanted to ask the mercenaries (tf2) knowing a brazilian s/o with a very strong accent (and he can speak a little spanish because of his father) who usually plays guitar/cavaquinho and doesn't know much english plzzzzz (like they didn't have time to learn English and don't understand much of what mercenaries talk about)

se quiser pode ignorá-lo e desculpe se escrevi algo errado :]

No problem! As always, I'm open to requests! Just make sure to keep them SFW (Safe for work). I hope you don't mind, but I also made the reader speak Portuguese.

Mercs x Reader Who Speaks Portuguese and Spanish/Is From Brazil

A/n: Sorry if it seems I'm stereotyping, I'm not. I did a little bit of research on the internet. If there's anything incorrect, please let me know so I can correct it! No Ms. Pauling this time, sorry guys.

Scout:

Every weekend, Scout would come over after a hard week of fighting just to spend time with you. He jabbered about everything, unaware that you really understood. You just nodded and smiled. When he found out you didn’t know much English, he brought it upon himself to teach you. Your accent was very strong, but that did not stop Scout from helping you out. He even learned some basic Spanish and Portuguese to help you understand.

Once, while returning from work to visit you, Scout heard you playing the cavaquinho and singing a nice melody. He was really impressed by your musical skills. You offered to teach him lessons and he accepted. In a matter of a month, he could not only play his bongo drums, but now he could play the cavaquinho just like you! As a bonus, you taught him how to dance.

Back home at the base, Scout now spoke some Spanish and plenty of Portuguese. Spy understood what he said, but everyone else was just confused. Scout even brought you over to help show off his new skills. You gladly agreed to help and the two of you amazed everyone. You even played a samba remix of Tom Jones’ “It’s Not Unusual.”

Soldier:

Soldier first met you at an outdoor cafe playing a gentle melody on a guitar. He listened to the entire song and was captivated. He approached you and began to ramble on about how good you were. You simply smiled and replied, “Gracias.” He immediately understood you knew very little English and wasn’t too harsh about it.

He’d visit you every day and try to understand what you said without learning anything. Even if you knew a bit of Spanish, he still learned the basics for it. You learned a little English and talked to Soldier, trying to see if you knew anything. He adored your accent. Eventually, you two became a couple. He showed you around the base and you gained everyone’s trust.

Soldier loved your singing as well as your cooking. You were good at it. Soldier was always happy to have a slice of dinner you made. He worked hard every day and deserved the best. So when he returned home, you made him his favorite empadão, the way your father taught you. Soldier was glad to have met you.

Pyro:

Pyro understood you perfectly, despite the heavy accent. He did not care whether you talked to him in Spanish, Portuguese, or English. He loved you as who you were. You on the other hand did not understand Pyro but tried to make the best of it. The mumbling surely but slowly began to make sense the more time you spent with the fire-loving mercenary. He even picked up some Spanish and Portuguese.

Pyro was enchanted by your music skills. You were excellent at the guitar. But, because he’s a pyromaniac, he may or may not have burned your guitar like Jimi Hendrix did. You got mad at him, but you couldn’t stay mad at him for long. You did lose your guitar, crafted and gifted to you by your father. Pyro felt guilty. So he saved up to buy you Jimi Hendrix’s guitar, which he managed to get.

But even then, the famous guitar was not enough. Your father was nearly scared to death when Pyro visited him, begging for him to build you another guitar. He agreed and let Pyro scorch his name on the inside so you knew it was a gift from him. You smiled and planted a kiss on his mask the day Pyro gave you your new guitar. He was all flustered and did not set the guitar on fire this time.

Demo:

You both had heavy accents that at most times, no one understood what you were saying. Demo was overprotective of you. If anyone made fun of you, he’d hit them in the back of the head really hard. You understood him perfectly well. He understood you too. He even took the time to learn Portuguese! You had a fun time helping him perfect it. You both took lessons on learning Spanish as well.

Demo never knew you played the cavaquinho. He did a little research on the instrument and found some classes for you to take, since you were a self-taught learner. He thought you could benefit from it. And you did! You were a professional by the end of the month. Demo helped you practice every day and night. He was a good teacher. He picked up some of the musical basics as well.

Demo may have loved the conga, but he sure loved to samba! Especially with you! Every evening, after he returned home, he would turn on the radio and begin to dance with you in the living room. He always says, in a singing tone, “Samba, samba, samba!” Sometimes he’d freestyle it, making you laugh. Even Eyelander joined in the dancing. Then you’d all pass out on the couch from exhaustion and have a good night’s sleep.

Heavy:

At the time, Heavy did not know that Spanish and Portuguese existed. He knew four languages existed. Russian, German, French, and English. He was scared to approach you. There was no way he could speak to you. You weren’t fluent in English (neither was he) and to be honest, he didn’t understand you. Although, he liked your accent. It made him feel comforted. That’s one factor that helped him talk to you.

Another factor was that Heavy decided to approach you through music. Like Demoman, he did research. But he didn’t use it. He found you in a music story, singing and strumming the guitars. He watched you the entire time, not like a creep, and decided that was how he was going to talk to you. So he picked up a music book, bought a guitar, and invited you to the base. You were impressed at how fast he learned guitar, even though it was senseless strumming.

Heavy started to talk to you more often, gaining confidence more and more. He taught you of his culture and you taught him yours. He began to switch back and forth in all the languages he now knew. You switched back and forth as well. Recipes were passed down. Sandwich dates, AKA, picnics, were his favorite things. Especially when you made them.

Engineer:

When Engineer first met you, your accent gave it away. He understood it. There was no need to worry. He knew how to speak Spanish. Portuguese was a bit forgien to him, but that would not stop him from learning it. He even helped you learn some more Spanish and become fluent in it! He translated English words for you so you could learn some words, which you did.

Engineer knew how to play the guitar as well. For fun, he challenged you to music battles and let you win. On some occasions of course! Every Friday, it was duet night in front of a bonfire. As a gift, you bought him a cavaquinho. It wasn’t any different than a guitar for him. It was really easy for him to learn how to play it properly. So now there are cavaquinho nights every other weekend.

Engineer knew how to make dishes like feijoada and pastel. Some dishes came from people he knew back home, like pozole and enfrijoladas! You were never hungry. This Texan always made sure you were fed. He even packed you lunch before you left! He always left little, sweet notes for you.

Medic:

You were also a doctor, helping patients get the help they needed, unlike Medic, who would probably experiment on them. He met you while stuck in the hospital for an unknown reason. While you tended to other patients, he always noticed you spoke in Portuguese first, followed by English and then Spanish, since you knew just a little bit. In his time at the hospital, he made it his mission to learn Portuguese and Spanish.

After returning to work, Medic scoured the Teufort libraries for books on how to speak Spanish and Portuguese to continue his lessons. He learned as much as he could. He found you playing music for the children on his return to find you. You seemed so professional, so elegant strumming the guitar. After your performance, he approached you and asked you out for coffee, in terrible Spanish. You knew what he was trying to say but it was funny. So you agreed. From there, Medic tried his best, but he always slipped back into English. Sometimes German as well.

He always invited you to the base, which he claimed to be his house/workspace. Of course, you were smart enough to know it was not a home, but you didn’t mind. Medic was a funny guy. The “I lost my medical license” joke was your favorite (even though it actually happened). He was always getting mad at Archimedes for interrupting sweet moments between the two of you. Unfortunately, you had taught Medic some curse words he used on the poor bird.

Sniper:

He was shy to approach you when you first met him. He just watched you on the stage, putting passion into playing the guitar. He was going to talk to you when you finished the performance. But he didn’t need to. You came directly to him. You spoke.in rapid Spanish, switching between Portuguese as well. Sniper didn’t reply and just nodded. You smiled, understanding he didn’t understand and said everything again slowly in English.

You had an interest in guitar as well as in saxophone. Sniper was willing to teach you. He got a chance to open up and start talking more, since he didn’t talk often. You were the one always talking. During lessons, he would talk about his family. It was so nice to hear him talk. You talked about your family as well. He wanted to meet your father as soon as you mentioned he was the one who taught you how to play the guitar. The saxophone lessons were never completed.

Sniper liked to take you out to the lake and have small, candlelit dinners, courtesy of Spy. You spoke in your native language(s) while talking with Sniper. He didn’t mind. He made sense of what you were talking about. Even when you spoke English, he understood you. The other mercs did not understand completely what was going on with you two, but whatever it was, it was making Sniper happy.

Spy

Spanish, French, Italian and Portuguese were known as the romance languages and Spy knew all four. He used Spanish and Portuguese around you. He was calm, cool when approaching you first. He worked hard to make himself the best. He expected you to let him do all the talking, but he was thrown off track when you started talking first and asked him out for dinner the following night. Shocked, he agreed.

That first date, he was impressed by you. You knew little English and Spanish, but Spy helped you with that. After that, every evening, Spy would invite you over. After dinner, you would play either the cavaquinho or guitar. He loved hearing you play. You would always take his requests and play them. Sometimes it was just small conversations in Spanish while letting the radio play.

When it came to dancing with you, Spy made sure you enjoyed it. He tried to make it fun, but he always had this urge to make it romantic in a way. Flamenco was not Brazil’s traditional dance, which Spy was good at. So he decided to learn samba. Unlike Demoman, he was more passionate about it and did not freestyle. He stuck to the classic moves. Sometimes, he’d let you lead in dance.

#Team Fortress 2 X Reader #Tf2 X Reader #Team Fortress 2 X Reader One Sho #Tf2 X Reader One Shots #Romance #Fluff #One Shots #Action #tf2 #team fortress 2

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