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[mirellesdiary]

Un Fin de Semana en los Cayos

Un Fin de Semana en los Cayos

[lalo-tellmeagain]

SCREAMING inject this entire thing into my veins right now

[manaosdeuwu]

soy tan masc que no necesito bolsita para llevar las compras del argenchino

[daltony]

Posted by Stephanie Cayo on IG stories.

She also posted:

Estoy aquí sentada, me dan ganas de llorar y no quiero ser cursi. Mi Aries fuerte me dice que deje la cursilería, que no es para tanto. Pero siento algo muy especial… No soy madre (aún), pero quizás sentiré una emoción parecida? Son como unas mariposas en el pecho, y una sensación de sorpresa y asombro. Estamos terminando de mezclar “ Dime lo que quieres (de verdad)” Mi primera película como productora y se escucha increíble, se siente increíble y se ve divino. Pero lo más increíble es ver a mis amigos trabajando conmigo de la mano, ver lo talentosos que son @manolocardona @daltonyco y @angiecepeda y quiero llorar cada 5 minutos. Y lo generosos que son, lo arriesgados y la confianza tan loca en mi ❤️ @brunoascenzo nuestro Director y encargado de hacer la maravillosa adaptación de Dos + Dos, una película que habla de intimidad, de honestidad, de amistad.. de esa verdadera intimidad que solo ocurre en los buenos textos, en las buenas personas, y en la magia 🪄 del amor y la amistad. Nos pueden ser más top @1111films 💪🏽👏🏼 no puedo estar más contenta con ustedes! Ya la quiero ver! OTRA VEZ. Nada de esto fue un error! Nada fue un error!! 🎶 ❤️

Im sitting here and I want to cry and I dont want to be corny. My strong Aries tells me to stop, cause is not a big deal. But I feel something very special... Im not a mother (yet), but maybe Ill feel a similar emotion? They are like butterflies in the chest, and a feeling of surprise and wonder. We are finishing mixing “Tell Me What You Want (for real)” My first movie as a producer and it sounds amazing, feels amazing and looks divine. But the most amazing thing is seeing my friends working hand in hand with me, seeing how talented @manolocardona @daltonyco and @angiecepeda are I want to cry every 5 minutes. And how generous they are, how risky and the crazy trust in me @brunoascenzo our Director and in charge of making the wonderful adaptation of Dos + Dos, a film that talks about intimacy, honesty, friendship... about that true intimacy that only happens in good texts, in good people, and the magic 🪄 of love and friendship. You guys are the BEST @1111films 💪🏽👏🏼 @vixoriginals

[sambuchito]

blud thinks hes el dibu

[dragxnflxwer]

First set of attack for artfight!

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@solspurv

@ 7SkyesofFire

@ snoopy

[docpiplup]

This Friday 28th April the pilot episode of Los Pacientes del Doctor García will be on Netflix, and on Thursday 26th episode 2 will be released

Episode 2: "Manuel"

The young diplomat Manuel Arroyo Benítez (Tamar Novas) works at the service of the Republic of Spain in London. Its mission: to favor the support of the democracies to the legitimate Government. There he is approached by a young American, Margaret 'Meg' Williams (Stephanie Cayo). Meg, very well connected, becomes his best ally and also his lover.

Manuel's efficiency awaits him a new destiny: to infiltrate besieged Madrid under a false identity to control the infighting on the Republican side. Meg and Manuel say goodbye thinking that they will never see each other again. In Madrid, Manuel dismantles an anti-government conspiracy. The fifth columnists who promote it attack him and abandon him.

Manuel recovers from his injuries at Guillermo's (Javier Rey) home. But Amparo (Verónica Echegui) doesn't trust Manuel and the feeling is mutual: they have good reasons.

In Portugalete, the Francoist soldier Adrián Gallardo (Jon Olivares) receives an unusual offer from his superior: to defend his battalion as a boxer in a crucial boxing match.

[brainfondue]

👀

[pupuseriazag]

AH OSEA QUE CUANDO ESTABA JUGANDO COMO ISHKUAT NADIE LE PELABA Y AHORA QUE JUEGO COMO YO TODO MUNDO ME QUIERE PISAR?!

[morallyinept]

A full transcribe of JAVIER PEÑA'S dialogue/lines from the TV show NARCOS.

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

ALL EPISODES: (JAVIER WAS IN ALL 10 EPISODES IN SEASON 1)

EPISODE 1 - DESCENSO

EPISODE 2 - THE SWORD OF SIMON BOLIVAR

EPISODE 3 - THE MEN OF ALWAYS

EPISODE 4 - THE PALACE IN FLAMES

EPISODE 5 - THERE WILL BE A FUTURE

EPISODE 6 - EXPLOSIVOS

EPISODE 7 - YOU WILL CRY TEARS OF BLOOD

EPISODE 8 - LA GRAN MENTIRA

EPISODE 9 - LA CATEDRAL

EPISODE 10 - DESPEGUE

DELETED SCENES

ALL EPISODES: (JAVIER WAS IN ALL 10 EPISODES IN SEASON 2)

EPISODE 1 - FREE AT LAST

EPISODE 2 - CAMBALACHE

EPISODE 3 - OUR MAN IN MADRID

EPISODE 4 - THE GOOD, THE BAD & THE DEAD

EPISODE 5 - THE ENEMIES OF MY ENEMY

EPISODE 6 - LOS PEPES

EPISODE 7 - DEUTSCHLAND 93

EPISODE 8 - EXIT EL PATRON

EPISODE 9 - NUESTRA FINCA

EPISODE 10 - AL FIN CAYO!

DELETED SCENES

ALL EPISODES: (JAVIER WAS IN ALL 10 EPISODES IN SEASON 3)

EPISODE 1 - THE KINGPIN STRATEGY

EPISODE 2 - THE CALI KGB

EPISODE 3 - FOLLOW THE MONEY

EPISODE 4 - CHECKMATE

EPISODE 5 - MRO

EPISODE 6 - BEST LAID PLANS

EPISODE 7 - SIN SALIDA

EPISODE 8 - CONVIVIR

EPISODE 9 - TODO LOS HOMBRES DEL PRESIDENTE

EPISODE 10 - GOING BACK TO CALI

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

[pxgeturner]

Miguel O'Hara is a world-renowned professional boxer, and Hobie's other best friend. One night he finally makes the two worlds collide and sparks immediately fly between the two of you. But will he distract you from meeting your publisher's deadline? And will you distract him from getting World Champ?

before you follow. m.list. Iron Fist gfx library. series m.list. tag list.

Prologue. I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. Epilogue.

wc. 1.5k

an. hi. its me! Giselle, or gi, or gigi to few (not to be confused w gg, that is one of my moots. she makes really cool art.) n e ways here is the awaited Prologue for Iron Fist. Oh goodness I'm so nervous. I just want to make a few things clear. the reader is an author (obvs). She's recently graduated uni and is Latina! I write with a woc!r in mind always. I try to be as inclusive as possible, pero porque soy Mexicana, r might lean towards being more Mexican but I'll try to keep her Spanish standard and not be too specific to my family's culture. much love! hope you enjoy <3

please don't forget to reblog! likes do nothing to boost engagement.

Your foot taps against the floor. The damn blank document stares back at you. Mocking you is what it’s really doing. Fuck you, you think, I achieved my goal. I published a book and it is a damn bestseller! Only problem is that the readers want more. It’s been… some time since your first book. And sure, Jess said you can take a break before starting a new project. But you also know that it’s good to ride on existing publicity. At least be able to make an announcement that you’re writing something while all this excitement lasts. Maybe you should write something about vampires. You love vampires and how they fit into romance and how them drinking blood is a euphemism just a bit away from, the whole cannibalism-equals-all-consuming-love trope and how when a vampire attacks it’s often an allegory for rape and— but you have nothing to add to the conversation. You have nothing new to say, no new perspective or hot take, or twist. You have nothing. No ideas.

Not a single word on the page.

You have an idea, leaning forward to peck the keyboard. “F-u-c-k. T-h-i-s!” You highlight the text and italicize it.

Fuck this. At least it’s words on the page.

You reach for your cup and take a sip. “If all else fails I can ride on the rest of the signing bonus and royalties for a bit since the book is doing good, and once that dries up, I can apply to be circulation assistant at a library or something.” You sigh and take another sip. “But nobody has to know for now.” You get up, searching for your phone. You find it resting on the arm of the couch, you grab it, sliding onto the cushions, resting your head where your phone just was. “God, don’t make me a one hit wonder, I wanna be a star. I wanna be the one to push that bitch Colleen Hoover into obsoletion. Please God. Please.”

You open your phone and look for your mother on speed dial.

“Hola, nena!” Your mama’s voice is happy, she must be having a good day. You move into the kitchen. You need a snack.

“Hey, mama, how are you?” You hold the cell with your shoulder as you look through your pantry.

“Good, good,” you find a pack of roasted seaweed snacks and grab it.

“I went on a date anoche.” Your shoulder drops and the pack of seaweed slips out of your grasp.

Mi mami fue a una cita. Con un man! You stand there, trying to process that she is actually back on the dating scene.

“How did it—” you aren’t holding your phone anymore. You use the wall as support to lower yourself to pick up your phone and snack.

“—ay, mami, lo siento, mi cellular se cayo de mi mano.”

“Todo bien, hija! I’m glad you’re ok.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok, I’m ok. Anyways— how was the date? What’s he like? Am I going to have a stepfather soon?” you joke.

“My time for marriage is gone, muñeca, I’m just looking for companionship, pero, tu lo sabes.” You hear some subtle clinking in the background of the call, she must be stirring her coffee. You open your snack and park yourself on the couch. “Are you writing?” Ugh. Not you, too.

“I was, just finished for a bit before I called you.”

“You called me to procrastinate.” You choke on your seaweed from the accusation.

You clear your throat, “I called to check in with you. I call you practically every day.”

“But right now you called me to check up on me as an excuse to not write. Nena, I know you.”

“Okay, fine. I might be having some writer’s block,” you admit, sighing.

“And that’s okay, nena, but then you need to get out, get some inspiration. Allow the world to give you a story.” There’s mama, with her easier-said-than-done advice. But, maybe you should get out of the house.

“Alright, I’ll go out soon.”

“Tonight,”

“—I will go out to the Chinese place across the street and nothing more. I’ll talk with Hobie when he gets back to see if he has any ideas.” You hear your mama make a noise in her throat.

“You still live with that boy?” Here it comes. You’ve lived with Hobie Brown for three years and have known him for five. She’s always been apprehensive of him, since he’s radical and looks like he’s been in jail, with all the metal in his face, and why does his hair look like that? But Hobie is the one who’s kept you sane all these years. He’s held you while you cried and pushed out of your comfort zone when you were getting too stuck into your routines, most likely by dragging you to a concert or a protest. You help him thrift and flip clothes and ever since that one time his stylist had an emergency and canceled, you now help him tighten his wicks every so often. On days like that the two of you stay in, watching nostalgic movies and listening to any demos he’s recorded recently. He’s like a brother to you at this point.

“Yes, mama, I still live with Hobie. Nothing’s changed.” You move the phone down to your chest and take a deep breath.

“I didn’t like him when I first met him,” you clench your jaw as she continues— “…and although he’s one of those kids, I can tell he is a good boy. I’m glad he takes care of you.” You relax. “But it wouldn’t hurt to have someone you could kiss.” “It would be nice, but right now it’s not happening.” “Alright, muñeca. I’ll leave you alone for now, but keep your eyes open for a nice man.”

“I will, con cuidado, mami, besitos.” You make a kissing noise into the phone, and she responds with a goodbye of her own, and you wait for her to hang up the call.

You sigh, and look at the coffee table. Hobie left his song book at home, weird. It’s open to the song he was working on the other day. It’s a slower song, you can still hear the melody. You drum your fingers to the tune. He’s on an unfinished verse. You pick up a pen from the little catch-all dish and scribble down a line or two.

…

Hobie weaves through the roar of chattering, anticipating fans and into the tunnel, and walks past employees and into Miguel's prep room to see him tying his shoes. “Hey,” Miguel looks up. “Hey.”

“Are you excited?” He moves to sit by the boxer, shimmying up against his shoulder.

“Haven’t really been excited for one of these in a while.” Miguel breathes.

“Well, one step closer to retirement!” Hobie bounces out of his seat. He turns to face his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna do great, you big fuckin’ bear of a man.” He ruffle’s Miguel’s hair.

Miguel gives a half-ass hum in response.

“Well then, I’ll be out there, mate, cheerin’ you on.” He puts his hands in his vest pockets and walks out the room.

As he reaches the empty doorframe, Miguel speaks up. “Thank you, Hobie.”

“Anything for you, mate.” Hobie nods and goes to join the audience. Miguel fastens his gloves and puts on his robe. He warms up waiting for his coach.

“Ready, O’Hara?”

Miguel turns around. “Always ready for a fight.” He clenches his jaw. Walking down that hallway, the festive colors lighting up his path and the music blaring, he does his little bit, the movements molded into muscle memory.

This is it. This is his last year fighting. If he gets world champ again, he’s free.

Soon, he gets to fight his last fight. And dammit, the world championship will be his last match. Then, he’s never gonna have to come back.

He weaves under the ropes, entering the ring. Sitting on the stool, he shrugs off the robe and lets Carlos put the mouthguard in.

“You are going to show this guy exactly why people call you el oso!” Miguel beats his gloves together and nods. He might not like his job right now, but he really wants to hit something and goddammit if his opponent doesn’t look so beatable right now.

Coach Carlos steps out of the way, and Miguel stands to walk to the ref as he calls for him to center.

“We went over the rules in the dressing room.” Right before Hobie got here. “I want to remind you to protect yourself at all times, and obey my commands.” Ring the damn bell already. “God bless you both,” I don’t need it but this kid might. “Touch up,” here we go. He touches gloves with his newbie opponent and each goes back to their respective corners.

Miguel takes an orthodox stance.

The bell rings.

Miguel lands the first punch. He also lands the last.

[altairasart]

PLEASE BE CAREFUL!!

Kanini was not in a good mood, she made angry faces while she was sitting deep in the cave, the moan of annoyance that came out of her echoed between the walls. Eduardo heard Kanini furious from afar, he cautiously approached without knowing what was happening. What had caused the big blonde girl's anger?

Eduardo, already being in the same room as Kanini, watched as the girl complained about something inside her mouth. "What happened, big girl?" she asked, approaching the height of Kanini's tennis shoes. "Shit… I've been fighting for a few hours with something stuck between my teeth, I tried to move it with my hand but I think it fell deeper" she exclaimed frustratedly, pointing at her maw. "umm…do you want to take a look?" Eduardo asked without shame. "You're crazy if you think I'm going to let you near my mouth!" With annoyance she responded only to close her mouth frustrated by the uncomfortable sensation between her teeth "Well… then you leave me no choice but to let you continue complaining about whatever you have in your big mouth" without further ado she responded, climbing the foot of the girl resting on the tip of her tennis "Ugh, well… but be careful… I'm afraid you'll fall into my mouth…" "I'm not afraid, I trust you won't eat me" Español 🟢⚪🔴

Kanini no estaba de buen humor, hacia muecas molesta mientras estaba sentada en lo profundo de la cueva, entre las paredes resonaba el quejido de molestia que de ella salia, Eduardo escucho desde lo lejos a Kanini furiosa, con cautela se acerco sin saber que ocurria, ¿que habia causado el enfado de la gran chica rubia?

Eduardo ya estando en la misma habitación que Kanini observo como la chica se quejaba por algo dentro de su boca "Que paso grandota?" pregunto acercándose a la altura de los tenis de Kanini "Mierda… llevo unas hora peleando con algo atascado entre mis dientes, intente moverlo con mi mano pero creo cayo mas profundo" exclamo frustrada señalando a sus fauces. " umm… quieres le de un vistazo?" pregunto Eduardo sin pena. "Estas loco si crees que dejare que te acerques a mi boca!" Con molestia respondió solo para cerrar su boca frustrada por la incomoda sensación entre sus dientes "Bueno… entonces no me dejas de otra que dejar que te sigas quejando por lo que sea que tengas en tu bocotá" sin mas respondió escalando el pie de la chica descansando en la punta de su tenis "Agh, bueno… pero ten cuidado… me da miedo que caigas en mi boca…" "Yo no tengo miedo, confió que no me comerás"

[lalo-tellmeagain]

Memory lane with these 2 photos— I distinctly remember screaming when I saw them. Tony is so beautiful here I’m going to melt away like an ice cube on a hot summer day….

(Via Stephanie Cayo on IG - December 2022)

[manaosdeuwu]

CURADO DE TODOS LOS MALES. TATUÉ Y GANÉ UN SORTEO

[daltony]

Posted by Manolo Cardona on IG.

Its a Wrap!

Gracias bellezas del corazón por este viaje tan maravillosooooo @unlunar @daltonyco @angiecepeda 👏🏼❤️🥂

Felicidades a tod@s en el equipo de @1111films por otra producción impecable en todas las áreas.

Gracias @juanchocardonam @luisenrique.carrion @xs_cine @maryzubi @julyecuartas y todo el maravilloso equipo creativo detrás de cámara que hizo posible esta película!

Esperenla pronto por @vixplus

[naturallyadventured]

ale_hoop_7

No somos estrellitas de mar, más bien anguilas que no dejan de moverse de aquí para allá. Expertas en encontrar caminos alternativos que nos lleven a rincones poco conocidos. No había gasolina pero a nosotras era la cerveza lo que nos movía, la "serversa" y ser-besada-por vos!!! La vida de los cayos fue dura y ahora ya solo me queda el vago recuerdo de esa arena blanca, finísima y calentita que aún tengo en la maleta y creo que también en el pelo, las 2878 fotos y el olor a coco en mi nariz. Os echo de menos Guajiras!!!