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ladyelissarose · 10 months

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‘Beautiful Baby’

Miguel O’Hara x female girlfriend reader

‘Reader speaks Spanish’

Summary; After coming back from a rough ‘Girls Night’ with your friends, you try to keep strong and not cry after everything they told you.. and Miguel wouldn’t know anyways.. he wasn’t there.. but Spider-Man was around indeed. And unbeknownst to you, Miguel and Spider-Man understood Spanish- Very well.

Warnings: lots of Spanish, but everything is translated. hurt/comfort. mean friends- ‘kinda going through a thing so yeah’ Sm- SMUT!! NSFW 18+!! Some public sex. Miguel giving it all to you in pleasure ;) Spanish words Ah e translations in parentheses. Enjoy ;)

Mostly darkness surrounded your- Miguel and your’s apartment when you walked in, only the bright city lights of the NYC night brightened it up a bit.. letting you see your walkway clearly. Silence filled the your little safe haven, only your feet hitting the floor was what could be heard, along with the little sniffles you let out from crying all the way home in the taxi. But you did your best to quiet them down so Miguel wouldn’t hear you, you knew his sorta spider senses could pick it up if he was home. But you were sure he wasn’t, but either way you knew he’d question you about it… and you weren’t ready to admit he was right, even with the tears steaming down your face.

Miguel had told you not to go on that ‘Girls Night’ date your friends had set up, but you were eager because it had been a while sense you girls got out of high school and started your new, different lives, plus you thought he was being delusional about them being different perhaps and not the same, cute girlies as before. But… he wasn’t being delusional.. he was right.. as your memory recalled tonight painful events. The most hurtful words they told you engraved in your head.

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“Oh, estoy segura de que sería una mejor chica para él… I’d be a better fuck probably-“ (Oh I'm sure I'd be a better girl for him)

“Have you seen how big he is? Estoy segura de que podría llevarnos a dos a la vez..” (I'm sure he could take us two at once)

“¿Cómo podría estar contigo? Debe ser ciego.” ( How could he be with you? Must be blind.)

“You’re probably just a stupid fuck-toy to him girly, Nunca puedes ser lo suficientemente buena para él.”

(You can never be good enough for him.)

In that moment you had wished some God had heard your cries for them to stop, or for someone to say something otherwise.. but for now your felt ignored and hurt..

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Tears came down again as you walked into your dark room, not expecting to yelp at the large shadow that stood in front of the large windows in your room. Miguel was supposed to be out all night, crime-fighting the city as he usually did, not back home just a few hours later. Your hand rested above your erratic beating heart as you turned the bed side lamp on, and there he was… standing in his tight shorts he wore under his suit.

Had it been any other time you would’ve jumped him and not let him leave you until you both were well spent, you’d be insulting him if you said he ‘just’ looked ‘good’. But he was magnificent, body sculpted like a god, his messy hair that had a rebellious strand on his face, chiseled jawline and sharp eyes… he was perfect-

But-

You frowned in confusion at his presence instead, not wanting to face his beauty with your messed up self, but before you could ask anything, he spoke out,

“Cómo estuvo tu noche?” (How was your night?)

Shock took over you, making you drop your heels with your jaw slacked a bit open… you didn’t know Miguel spoke Spanish- perfect Spanish. He only spoke to you in English and when you occasionally did use Spanish, he always pretended to not know unbeknownst to you.

You then swallowed down the shock and played the pretend game as you lied,

“It went… perfectly well actually-“

"Crees que soy estúpido?" (Do you think I’m stupid?)

Your eyes went wide like baseballs as your breath hitched.

'What the fuck?-'

"Estoy hablando contigo." (I’m talking to you.)

You only moved your head as you shook it, signifying that you were saying no. But he didn't take that as he growled softly,

"Usa tus palabras.” (Use your words)

Your eyes still didn’t dare to meet his that were probably red already, with anger perhaps, maybe hatred? So you kept them low as you replied,

“No sir-“

“Nuh-uh uh… como les hablaste a ellos, me hablas a mí. en español. Ahora, sigue amor.” (Like how you spoke to them, you speak to me. In Spanish. Now, go on love.)

You fiddled with the hem of your dress and gulped, still in shock he spoke another language- very hotly in fact.

“No señor.” (No sir.)

Miguel noticed that you were growing nervous, legs shaking and your hands couldn’t stop moving. He didn’t want you to feel nervous, but he wanted you to understand the depth of how serious this is.

The mistreatment towards you and how you took it like you deserved it, or like it was something ok and normal? His heart couldn’t take it, how could someone as sweet and gentle as you be treated so poorly? And then you did nothing about it, instead you showed fear and submission to it.

And that pissed him off, your lack of confidence and belief that you’re not worthy or good enough, after all this time that he’s showered you with love and assurance, never ending loving words that could drown you, touches that only he gave and wished were carved into your skin by this time.

Miguel walked up to you slowly, his muscles rippling with every step he took. You couldn’t deny how beautiful of not ridiculously hot he was, but you were still nervous, and it evidently showed. And he didn’t miss how you were moving uncomfortably in your place, and your eyes darting to his hands and pace nervously. But he kept that thought aside but not far, as he proceeded to do talking first.

“Segura? Entonces esas lágrimas no son reales? No estás llorando porque esas chicas te hicieron sentir como basura?”

(You sure? So those tears aren't real? You're not crying because those girls made you feel like trash?)

Heavy stones sat in your throat, you wanted to cry, because of course, you were caught lying because he was around, hearing you let yourself be mistreated.

You then tried to turn it on him to serve justice to your bubbling emotions as you questioned,

“You were-“

“En Español..” (In Spanish)

You groaned and replied in perfect Spanish, sense that was what he wanted,

“Me estabas espiando-“ (You were spying on me)

“No, te estaba viendo dejarte maltratar y estoy decepcionado-“ (No, I was watching you let yourself be mistreated and I'm disappointed)

You rolled your eyes trying to fight the pain of how true it was and how Miguel was disappointed in you because of it. But you none the less argued back,

“Ellas solo estaban siendo tontos y yo estaba siendo estúpida-“ (They were just being silly and i was being stupid)

Again with the demeaning yourself- and that set him off. His eyes glowed brighter as he took another step closer to you and expressed his anger in it,

“What? Why are you talking about yourself like that-“

Ok you were not doing this, you weren’t ready to commit to the fact that you were better, because right now you didn’t feel like it at all, regardless of what someone else said or did- so you thought.

So you then stood up straight and stopped his speech before it went on,

“I’m not hearing this, I’m tired and you have a city that’s more important to worry about than my insecurities. Goodnight Miguel.”

With that you took a good few steps away from Miguel, ready to hide and break fully.

It’s not that you were afraid to cry in front of Miguel, but this situation with your self and those words was something so repetitive and harmful, and you didn’t know how to fight it, sometimes it even scared you. You knew Miguel would slay them all or anyone who dared to touch you, to keep you and the heart he chased safe. And the last thing you wanted was more problems… as it is they think you don’t deserve him.

You had barely reached the door to touched the knob when a large hand held your waist and turned you around, pushing your back against the door. A gasp left your lips at the sudden gesture, and your eyes beheld Miguel’s form as he stood in front and over you, his height and broad, muscled body covering you entirely. His hand left your waist after giving a squeeze, wordlessly telling you, ‘stay there’.

Then slowly both his hands trailed up the door and held their place next to your head, caging you in. The whole time you two held eye contact, refusing to let go or even blink, the tension was really high, along with everything else you two felt for one another. You still felt emotional, very in fact as your eyes burned and your heart would clench in hurt, the desperation to cry was clawing you painfully, eager to escape with a heavy sob. But you bit your lip and held Miguel’s gaze, hoping to find strength for yourself through his eyes of honey and undeniable firmness. With a calm voice he stared into your soul, and asked,

“You know who you are.. right?”

You almost rolled your eyes as you sighed,

“I’m-“

“My beautiful baby.. and that’s it. No more or less... you’re not just a fuck-toy. Because I make love to you, every god damn time.”

How Miguel saw you like this confused you, you honestly believed you were not good enough for him, in any way. Tears started to prickle in your eyes, so immediately you shook your head and mumbled,

“I don’t think so.”

Slightly you pushed him away by the shoulder but just enough to give you space to go out the door, not willing once again to accept his truth. But once again you were met against Miguel when he lifted you by the waist and carried you away from the door, muttering,

“If you don’t want to learn I’ll teach you how important you are to me- the city can wait.”

“Miguel put me down!!”

You were being a bit rebellious although you were curious as to what he’d do, so eventually you let yourself be carried, but dead weight. Although Miguel never struggled a bit or didn’t even change his calm breathing, you worked like a feather to him. He just went on to open the large window doors you had that pointed towards the bright city and brought you out to the balcony. Your eyes were met with the tall skyscrapers that stood before you, glistening in brights lights from the city below, you sucked a deep breath at its magnificent beauty but were yanked out of thought when you felt the cool air of the city hit your skin. Miguel’s warm hands trailed down your back as he took off your dress gently, and let it pool at your feet. With one arm he lifted you up and kicked the dress away, so you wouldn’t trip as he walked you to the edge of the balcony. He kissed your head and neck as he skimmed his hands over the waistline of your panties, then dipped his fingers in and pressed into your pussy, groaning with satisfaction,

“You’re already all wet huh beautiful baby? At least your pussy is cooperating with me-“

You gasped at his words but were cut short,

“Miguel- Ohh fuck! Ah s’full..”

You were already soaking wet from how much his words had aroused you, that he had slid in fully super easily. You didn’t even know when he lost the shorts as he pressed his bare hips against your ass, taking you in. You held onto the metal rail as you whined, feeling two of his thick fingers press your clit firmly as he egged you on,

“I’m gonna make you come on my cock and fingers, and let the city hear how gorgeous you are.. show them that you’re worthy of me, my fingers.. and my fucking cock-“

“Ah baby- m-more..”

Miguel had started to pump you slowly and rub circles on your clit, building up that aching pleasure down there where you both connected, but you were to focused on the city around and below you shining and probably listening, that you couldn’t focus on the pleasure increasing.

You the closed your eyes and put your head down, letting low to no moans escape your lips as you tried to shy away, even though you felt as if you could scream, Miguel was hitting and touching you just right at once. But the insecurity of you being heard while fucked by this gorgeous God-sculpted man had you shrinking slowly,. But Miguel caught on, and gave you a firm thrust, causing you to choke on a moan,

“Ah Miguel- please!!”

He smiled to himself at hearing your voice crying out to him, and tears were beginning to form in your eyes for how hard he started ramming into you, hitting that right spot that had you curling your toes, it wasn’t painful- hell no it was euphoric and full of pleasure. Miguel kissed your eyes and chuckled lowly,

“Please what hermosa? Hm?”

You tried to form words, but he had made you so cock drunk, it only came out as moans and incoherent pleas for him to go on, but Miguel slowed down a bit when you couldn’t answer right away. That warmth in your belly that was growing into a flame was now slowly dissipating all because of him, it had you clawing at his back and whimpering desperately,

“No no no!! D-Don’t- ohh!! Don’t slow down!!”

At your words Miguel’s hips completely stopped moving, but he laid his thumb right on your clit, and perfectly drew small circles against it, with a good enough pressure to keep you going- but not enough to get you off immediately. You had tried to move your hips against his hand to grab more friction for your aching cunt, but he instantly held your hip down and growled next to your ear,

“Desesperada eh?” (Desperate huh?)

You turned your face and teasingly kitten licked his temple, smirking to yourself when his cock twitched in you emitting a small moan from his throat.

“I’ll literally rail you until all you know and say is that you’re my beautiful baby, my girl.”

His arm snaked around you and covered your waist as he leaned you over the balcony fence, so it wouldn’t hurt you, or bruise you. Maybe he was a rough lover, but god damn only he could make those bruises, not anything else, he’d break it if it did. Miguel held you tightly and used his other hand to come up at your throat, to hold your chin high so you’d never bow your head down to a city that could never shine brighter than you.

Kisses were given on your neck and a soft bite to your ear lobe, as Miguel cooed,

“You’re mine hermosa… my beautiful baby..”

You moaned out as you felt his large, veiny length re-enter into your pussy slowly, letting you know with every inch taking place in you, that he was yours and you.. were entirely his. You have felt him so many times, as he loved to claim you and you lived for taking him, but it always felt like a first and better each time, the experience wasn’t ever the same… it was a different beautiful love story being told every time.

Once he fully seated into you, he held his place and squeezed your hips, letting a deep groan emit from his lips, the vibration of it being felt on your back as he was pressed impossibly on top of you. You sighed contentedly as you could feel him press the tip of his cock right at your cervix, you knew the minute he’d start, he’d be hitting that perfect spot every time.. it make your knees weak and you rub your ass on him for more. But he stopped you as he spoke lovingly yet with that authoritative tone,

“I’m going to let everyone know how beautiful you are.. hm? Let the city see you but they can’t touch?”

He made you feel so bold, it had you spilling out confidence,

“If I’m who you say I am.. let them.”

“Of course you are.”

He then ripped off your lacy bra and panties, putting you on full display before going back to thrusting into you. This time you let your moans come out freely and your eyes watched the city around you, maybe they heard you, but you couldn’t care, not when you were safe in Miguel’s arms and you were his beautiful baby.

Sense you had been edged to a close release earlier before it had been taken away, you were quickly clawing back to it faster than you expected, making you cry out to Miguel as you reached for his hair and pulled on it,

“Miguel!-“

“Ya se- me to! AH!! Hold on!” (I know)

He moaned into your ear as he pulled you away from the balcony, and lifted you up, bouncing you on his cock as he walked you two back to your bed. Before he laid you down he turned you around so easily like if you weighed like a feather, and dropped your back onto the cold sheets. Your high was so on the edge into bursting like a firework it had you crying and ushering him onto you again,

“Please Miguel I need you!! Oh fuck me please-“

Miguel placed a sloppy open mouthed kiss to your lips and pulled away, watching a string of saliva follow between you too, as he asked you one last time,

“Who are you hermosa?”

You whined at his question as you were feeling overwhelmed, your hand held onto Miguel’s thick arm tightly while you used the other to wipe your tears as you hiccuped,

“Please Mig-“

His claws ran up your thighs and pulled them up slowly as he shook his head and repeated with more purpose,

“Who. Are. You. Hermosa?”

He then gently laid your legs over his shoulders, and held onto them there as he patiently waited for your answer, and you knew he’d stayed rock hard in you all day waiting for your answer.. over just taking you for himself and forgetting what he wanted from you. So to give him the clarity he wanted and you needed, you took a deep breath and narrowed your eyes at him, pushing your hips closer to his as you seductively said,

“I’m your beautiful baby.”

As if he had won the billion dollar lottery, Miguel wore a smile that was brighter than the sun, as he pulled out from you slowly, but rapidly slammed into you with a groan,

“Right- AH! Fuckinnn answer hermosa..”

He then leaned over you and pressed you tightly between the bed and himself, your feet practically next to your head as Miguel embraced your body close to his.

Your hand snaked around his neck while the other locked itself into his thick hair, ready to pull it as you wished. Miguel placed a deep kiss to you lips as he relished in the feeling of your warm walls squeezing him tightly like a vice, so hungry to milk him for all he had.

Pussy throbbing and clenching around him had you almost ready to beg for some kind of friction, until all those thoughts went away when he ferociously began to ram into you. His tip kissing your cervix every time had your toes curling, he was so big in your tight pussy you could feel his thick veins run up and down in you as he pumped roughly.

His low groans soon turned into desperate moans as he didn’t relent his pace, he kissed your neck before placing a deep bite with his fangs right on your pulse point, he controlled his venom to not be released, but he sure left his mark there on you. You pulled his hair and threw your head back when you felt your high building up, the tingling feeling in your lower belly only getting stronger and it only got better as Miguel rubbed his pelvis against your pussy at every thrust.

You were absolutely overwhelmed with Miguel, his chest pressed against yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you, his face hiding in your neck, his warm breath hitting your skin, the sweet words of honey that made your heart melt, and his moans that brought you closer to your peak, and lastly but not least.. his cock driving into you wildly like no other.

His frame was much larger than yours, he was 6’9 and you of course were no where close to that, leaving you small in his arms, but it made it all more blissful and comforting in his hold. His thick dark hair had become a great pull for when he’d hit that gummy spot in you, egging on your desperation for more of what he could give.

Your hand left his shoulders as you realized your nails had dug into his skin quiet harshly, almost drawing blood. You reached out above you and gripped the sheets, pulling on them as you squealed,

“Ah!! Miguel- please! I’m close!!”

The most pornographic moan left his lips at your words, it sounded so good yet it was the most sinful thing you’ve probably ever heard. His hand left your hip and took yours off the sheets, exchanging your hold on it to his instead, your fingers intertwining in a tight yet promising grip in his large hand.

He growled deeply while nodding,

“I- Fuck!! Ay coño- come with me my beautiful baby. I’m so c-close!”

Miguel then pulled his face from your neck and leaned his forehead on yours, swallowing your cries with a searing kiss, before demanding,

“Come on baby.. tell me who you are- ah! Fuck- that’s all I want to here baby.”

Maybe your head was full of only Miguel, his cock, and the pleasure, but you nonetheless moaned against his lips,

“I! Ohh fuck- I’m your beautiful baby.. just y-yours!! Ah harder baby-“

“Then tell me again- ohh mama- go on.”

Hips rutting into yours harder was making tears collect in your eyes, and now screaming as you felt your release hitting its peak.

“Oh- I’m yours!! Beautiful baby- all AH!! Miguel- please I’m coming- mmph!!”

His lips took yours again as his rhythm began to falter a bit, stuttering his beat as he began to come with you. Moans synchronizing into one melody as you both rode your highs, letting it ride long as you were in paradise, never wanting it to end.

Finally you sighed out, needing air as it had been taken from Miguel, your high finally and fully dissipated, but you’ve never felt so satisfied and complete. Chest heaving and rubbing against his, you closed your eyes and relaxed into the sheets, letting go of Miguel’s hand and shoulder and letting your arms fall and spread out.

Miguel smiled at your blissed state and he could’ve sworn that he’s never seen a more gorgeous sight, you were heavenly and all his. You had stayed quiet for a bit, trying to catch your breath and calm your crazy heart beat, with slight concern Miguel came close to your forehead and spoke through kisses,

“Hermosa? Are *kiss* you *kiss* ok? *kiss*”

Slowly you nodded and did your best to reply,

“Hmm-utiful.. yours.. hm beau’ful..”

At your response Miguel couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips, he felt proud of himself, yet more proud of you.

You were definitely cock drunk and had been seriously railed until you only knew the words he told you to repeat over and over, so you could only think of that if someone ever told you less.

But that was his goal, he never wanted to hear any negative words about yourself come out of your mouth again, and if they did… he’d make sure he’d be there to tell you different, in many ways until you believed him.

Miguel kissed your head and wiped the rest of your tears away as he carefully pulled out, shushing your little whines with sweet coos sense you were sensitive. The warmth of his body left yours for a few seconds before it came back, with a warm washcloth to clean you up.

Gentleness was in his every move and his reassuring smile and attentiveness to your needs had you weak even more for him. He was always such a stern man for reasonable reasons, but with you, he was the most gentle giant you had ever known.

Once he was finished he cleaned himself up and tossed the cloth to the corner basket before wrapping and clinging himself onto you.

He moved you to rest on top of him, your head right over his heart, and his hand gently rubbing up and down your back, comforting himself with you well spent and in his arms. The whole time he knew you were up, as your traced heart shapes on his chest, he could feel them.

So he gave himself the opportunity to shower you with encouraging words, reminding you of your worth and how much he loved you.. he even went as far out of his comfort zone to say that you and him should have a day where you took cute pictures (well he said sexy and provocative but you said maybe one thing at a time) and you could post them on your social media and he’d do the same on his, letting everyone know how gorgeous you were and how worthy you were to have him.

You agreed to the suggestion and thanked him for always being the best, and loving you truly in every way.

“Thank you Miguel.. I’m sorry for-“

“Being my beautiful girl? I know.. me too, cause you’re stuck with me forever.”

You giggled and pecked his cheek,

“I love you so much..”

A genuine smile that had a hint of a pride in it found it’s way on Miguel’s lips, which you kissed fully before laying back down and curling into his sweet hold. You knew he wouldn’t let you apologize for something he felt wasn’t necessary, so you took his words of assurance instead and fell asleep, utterly full of him and his love for you.

When Miguel felt you go limp and you had stopped tracing, he cuddled you closer to his chest and pressed your head against him, as he pecked your head and bid you goodnight,

“Goodnight my beautiful baby.. I love you so much more..”

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anadiasmount · 5 months

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HEYY fellow Latina here (Mexico) can you do something with like helping jude with his Spanish

HAII! 🤍 i’m from colombia 😋!! and ofc ofc! i did a fic sorta based with the idea of slightly teaching him spanish here!

“jude you have roll your r’s,” you say then show him again with your tongue. “rhss…” he attempted that made you grimace then laugh. “stop making fun of me! i’ll never get this!” he groaned and got up from his seated position headed to the kitchen. “yes you will! just watch how i do it, it’s simple just be kind sassy with it.”

“rrrrr,” he tried again slowly, taking a sip from his water bottle. “they’re you go! okay now slowly say this, ‘la rosa es roja’,” you motioned with your hand for him to say it slowly and to feel the r in his tongue. “la rosuh ez rrrojuha,” he moved his head while saying but getting wrong, making you smack your forehead.

“rosa has one r not a sassy r,” you reminded him hearing a ‘blah blah’ drop from his lips.

“try that again. and then we will say ‘me puedes ayudar a encontrar este restaurante’, okay?”

while your move to spain was a easy and smooth transition for the two of you. jude insisted and found it hard to communicate in spanish, already knowing and learning the basics like “hola. cómo estás? muy bien. gol. buenos dias, tardes, noches.” he just wanted to jump in and already know the language.

jude had not known you had latin/hispanic decent till you told him your full name and background. if he wasn’t in love then, he fell for you more. wanting to know about your traditions, beliefs, culture, food and dance. he would ask you later on to teach you spanish. but the spanish you spoke was slightly different to the one in spain. he didn’t care, he just wanted to communicate with the media, but most importantly one day with your family.

jude did not anticipate for the lessons yet to come. you taking it completely serious and printing papers of the alphabet and numbers, and some sentences to repeat over and over again. your afternoons that are once filled with cuddles and movies, now we’re sitting in the kitchen and going over the material.

you found his accent absolutely adorable, the cheeky grin he would have, how his íntense gaze stared into yours, his index finger guiding him as he pronounced the sentence and going over the words. “let’s make a deal. for every sentence you say right, i’ll give you a kiss. but if you don’t, then we’re going to repeat it in another way. so focus.”

this was way better than duolingo jude thought, paying attention to how you said every sentence and keeping in mind which words you said with power and aggression. out of the five sentences you wrote down for him he got three right. but you couldn’t stand the small pout so you just gave him a kiss to feel better.

over the next few months he could understand you, either asked you to slow down or repeat it, and you would try your best to make him understand. “okay jude, para la cena quieres carne o pollo? también puedo hacer una ensalada?” you said in spanish hearing jude’s footsteps follow you to the kitchen.

jude thought about his answer before slowly responding back to you, “yo quie-e-ro pollo con ensalada. per-r-ro no lechugaaa, mejor espinaca.” you gave him a shocked looked before peppering kisses all over his face.

“LO HICISTE AMOR! ESTOY ORGULLOSA DE TI!”

jude’s heart warmed when you called him “love” and told him you were proud of him. “gracias a ti,” he thanked you before going over and retrieving the chicken and spinich to make dinner.

if you thought his spanish was better then, it was even better now. seated at your parents anniversary, jude’s leg bounced up and down. “relájate, todo saldrá bien,” you reassured him, jude giving you soft eyes and placing a kiss to your temple. “segura? mi español todavía no bueno.”

“eso no importa. ya te aman, y vas aprendiendo.”

when you started dating he couldn’t understand anything you or your parents said. he felt left out and often wondered what exactly you were talking about but now? here he was talking in complete sentences in front of your whole family. your cousins staring at him in a daze, your mother smiling at him, your dad talking to him about football.

“if it wasn’t for you, i wouldn’t be able to do this. this was all i wanted. to communicate with your mom and dad. so thank you so much princesa, te amo de aquí hasta la luna si no mas,” jude whispered along your lips, making you bite your lip as you teared up.

“te amo a ti, mi bello.”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣#jude bellingham x reader

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scribespirare · 10 months

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I feel like Miles trying to hide his mating bite from everyone - especially his parents - would be so funny for some reason

when i was 15/16 i tried to hide a hickie from my mother but i am an absolute dog shit liar so she found out basically immediately and then spent like twenty minutes laughing at me. afterwards she taught me the spoon trick so my father wouldn't see. i feel a kinship w/ Miles b/c that's exactly how Rio would react lkajdfladsj;a

“Miguel, we have a problem!”

With a long suffering sigh, Miguel looks up from his work just in time to see a frantic Miles finish a graceless tumble through the front door. The sight of his Omega never fails to warm Miguel, but its up for debate on whether the warmness is from affection and love or irritation. He’d say it’s a 50/50 split.

“Yes, Miles?” he asks as the Omega throws himself down on the couch beside Miguel in true teenage fashion. All long limbs and bony elbows Miguel deftly dodges.

“It’s my mom,” Miles says, sounding breathless. He’s looking up at Miguel through his eyelashes and that combined with the fact that Miguel can see one of his own t-shirts under Miles’ hoodie nearly makes him miss the next words. “I think she saw my mating bite.”

Miguel freezes at that, tearing his gaze away from the tantalizing dark skin of Miles’ throat. “What?”

“My bite! I was getting ready to leave and I didn’t realize I was wearing your shirt until it slipped down my shoulder and I thought I fixed it fast enough but she stopped me and-”

“Miles. Breathe.”

By mutual agreement they’d decided to keep their relationship a secret. The reasons are varied and many; Miles’ age, their antagonistic history, the fact that Miguel is sorta kinda in a position of authority over Miles…when Miles chooses to actually participate in spider society, anyways. The point is that they’ve gone out of their ways to make sure nobody knows until they’re ready for them to. Miles’ mating bite is on the curve of his shoulder. It’s admittedly pretty huge on the much smaller Omega, and the impression of teeth clearly shows Miguel’s double set of fangs.

Miguel’s is on his clavicle. It’s almost delicate looking in comparison, except for the faint trailing edges where Miles had started to tear at the skin before Miguel had grabbed him by the nape and pulled him off. Brat.

Despite the strategic locations they’ve both had close calls hiding them in the past. Miguel’s suit decided to malfunction just right. Miles needed to change his shirt after spilling something on it during movie night, and got teased when he insisted on running to the bathroom to do so. One time Miguel had tried to shower at the gym thinking no one else was there, only for Peter B to show up. For some weird reason. So on and so on.

Still, nobody has caught on, and nobody has ever seen the marks outright. The idea that Miles’ mother might be the first to know, a woman Miguel has never actually met but who he hears plenty about? Yeah, if that’s not panic inducing Miguel doesn’t know what is.

“Are you sure she saw it?” he asks, looping an arm around Miles’ waist and pulling the Omega close.

“No. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“What did she ask?” Miguel presses.

“If I was dating someone.”

“And you said?”

“No.”

“Okay. She probably thought it was a hickie then,” Miguel says, soothing himself with the words probably even more than Miles. Mostly because Miles’ face gets that faint pink glow to it that means he’s blushing. “Es algo bueno, cariño.”

“She thinks I’m sleeping around!” The tone of Miles’ voice is somewhere between horrified and traumatized. “I said I wasn’t dating anyone so now she thinks I’m…soy una puta!”

“Is that better or worse than being mated to someone twice your age?” Miguel asks dryly.

That has Miles snapping his jaw shut at least. He still looks embarrassed though and Miguel laughs, tugging at the Omega until he’s got Miles comfortably in his lap.

“Relaja, cariño. She’s your mother and you’re a teenager. Most kids have already had a few sexual experiences by the time they’re your age and she knows that. Also did I mention she’s your mother? She’s had-”

“No termines eso,” Miles says quickly, shoving a hand directly into Miguel’s face, palm to cheek. “That’s so gross, por qué dirías eso?”

Miguel tolerates the awkward angle his head’s being pushed at for a moment longer, then when Miles doesn’t let up he sighs and bodily grabs the Omega up, wrestling him until Miles is firmly planted with his back to Miguel’s front, trapped between Miguel’s thighs.

“Your mother doesn’t think you’re a whore,” Miguel grunts once the scuffle and Miles’ complaints have died down. “My point was that she’s had a child herself and she knows what being a teenager is like. One little hickie isn’t going to make her think you’re out getting laid every single night.”

“I mean…”

“I said every night, malcriado.”

Miles pats placatingly at Miguel’s thigh. “A technicality. I am definitely getting laid way more often than most people my age.”

“You know what I mean!”

“Yeah.” The word is soft and amused and Miles tips his head back against Miguel’s chest to smile up at him. “Thanks, big guy. I do feel a bit better about it. Though I still don’t think I can look her in the eye for like the next week.”

“I’d make an attempt if I were you if you don’t want to be teased about it.”

“...damn, you’re right.”

#asks #requests #flowerfang #ur right this is fuckin hilarious anon

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nitroglycerin-a · 11 months

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Quando mi partono random thoughts sul suicidio (succede spesso) e sto davvero in agonia mi guardo a stecca video di unboxing di giochini da edicola o vintage toys cutie fino a che una sorta di nostalgia dolce amara emerge e penso solo a quante cazzate ho fatto nella vita e non devo fare anche quella

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lunamagicablu · 4 months

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I pensieri emettono una sorta di segnale magnetico in grado di attrarre il suo equivalente. Joe Vitale art by Eiko Ojala ************************ Thoughts emit a sort of magnetic signal capable of attracting its equivalent. Joe Vitale art by Eiko Ojala

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opinion on raincoat girl?

oh, hi!!! this is both a very fun and somewhat bewildering ask! mostly because raincoat girl does not, as far as i am aware, commit any notable acts that might be seen in a negative light! (her locking six out of that shed doesn't count due to the fact that six was down and she was still being hunted. it was a smart decision, and i don't fault her for her fear.) my opinion of her is Neutral Positive, overall. HOWEVER: i do have Thoughts, and i will delightedly share them!

RCG will henceforth be referred to as Ricky by me, which is the name i gave her because the "rc" in rcg translated to ricky in my head and i felt that "raine" was way too on the nose. this is silly, because rk is probably way more likely to get that kind of name logically? but i've been calling rk Una for since i learned about them, pretty much, so. rk is una, rcg is ricky.

DISCLAIMER: i havent played vln and i havent watched a complete playthru. i've read all of ricky's wiki.

anyway. since i haven't seem (much) gameplay, im not particularly familiar with ricky's body language or conduct. most of what i understand about her is based around the fact that the nomes of the maw have apparently drawn her, and that she helps other kids and nomes multiple times throughout her escape from the nest. so i personally think ricky is (or was, rather) helpful and compassionate. she seems survival-oriented in a way that makes her inclined to help others, likely because she recognizes that thats how u Get help.

she goes out of her way a few times to help the kid in the red scarf and six, and iirc she does seem to follow them, or at least her path consistently heads in the same directions they've gone. this can be, of course, limitations set by the environment; only so many climables, only so many vents. she likes nomes and toys (evidence for toys: the vln collectible spring toy thingies). however, the general vibe i get from her is that she's a pretty independent person most of the time. she knows her skills and limits and is good at thinking several steps ahead, and does well with little. she has no qualms asking for help—all the nome-focused puzzles—but she's focused and determined enough to manage on her own as she needs.

i also get the general vibe that ricky's kind of playful and silly? i bet she likes little jokes and practical pranks, or she would if those were plausible in the ln reality. i bet she'd use humor to cope with things and it'd seem pretty lighthearted, at least hypothetically. this aspect mostly comes from (1) the general atmosphere of vln is lighter and way less spooky due to game style and limitations; (2) something about her hot air balloon or blimp, man, idk, it just speaks to me; (3) her collectibles are playful and relatively lighthearted compated to mono's remnants and six's statues. kinda. sorta.

random hcs are that she's a year or two older than six, maybe. she'd be the second tallest (usurped only by mono), and she would have a hard time getting along with mono. she and una would be fine, and i think six would be okay with her but they wouldn't be super close or anything.

hm. there you have it! not rly sure what else to say—i don't really care about ricky all that much, unfortunately. i don't NOT care about her, it's just that she's dead and an important piece of six's background, so my interest in ricky is mainly in that and not really in herself as a character. sorry if that's disappointing!

thank you for the ask i had fun putting my thoughts into words :]. lemme know what you think, maybe, nonnie?

#robin rambles #little nightmares #ln #rcg #ln rcg

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davyjoneslockr · 1 year

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👻 🎁 😎 answer me boy

(For this ask game)

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

I have. Too many headcanons. I don't know which is the *wildest* per se. I think the one that deviates from/elaborates on canon the most is probably Mista's backstory. Like the one where he's Hol Horse's son and raised by nuns.

If we're talking wild as in silly though. I have a lot of those. For the main boys I write: Mista is in a perpetual state of Hot Girl Summer post-VA and has basically the same music taste as me (i.e. shit your grandparents listen to), Fugo is a massive Weezer stan and forces himself to look at pictures of women so he can pretend he's straight for like 30 minutes to get the "authentic experience" while listening to Pinkerton, and Giorno uses Gold Experience to create Secret Special Stand Testosterone for himself.

Now that I think of it. One oddly specific one that came up in multiple fics is Fugo singing in the shower. Idk why that happened, but it's silly and cute so it's part of my belief system now.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

I have a couple excerpts I can share!! (Maybe sharing them will force me to finish these fics lol)

From a yet-to-be-titled Fugio thing:

"March fifth. Meaning he’s been nineteen years old for a month, and something with Giorno Giovanna for six, plus a week and two days.

He says six months, though it could’ve been longer, in hindsight, because the night it became undeniable – the night that they had narrowly escaped a fight on enemy turf with their lives, and, as soon as they’d stumbled into some dark alley, without even catching his breath, Giorno kissed him – stands forever at the forefront of his mind, like a wound eternally fresh, bleeding.

And he says something, because that wasn’t the last time. Their hands would intertwine, and they’d fall into each other’s arms, and Giorno’s lips would be on his, and they would never speak of it. Perpetual movements. A Newton’s cradle.

It’s something. Something intangible, nameless. He’s not in a position to give it a name. He’s an object at rest until Giorno, ever in motion, bids him otherwise.

And yet.

And yet."

And from a Trish-centric post-canon everyone lives AU thing that I kinda abandoned for a while, but am now realizing I don't hate as much as I thought I did (tentatively titled Walk Backwards):

"Really, she’s only half-conscious of where her footsteps are propelling her, with only the occasional sound of movement, voices, something to guide her. Her stand phases just outside her body. Not yet.

And as she rounds a corner, a voice plays in her ears. Muted, washed-out, like she’d heard it then, floating on the brink of consciousness.

'All this for someone you just met? We don’t even know what kind of music she likes!'

As the noises grow closer, and sweat beads at her temple, she takes a deep breath and calls her stand forward.

If her instincts are correct – and even if they aren’t…

It’s a thought she’s spent countless nights poring over: what it meant for all of them to move forward, for him to stay back. In spite of it all, she’s come to a selfish conclusion.

Maybe it’s true, what he said – it’s foolish to risk one’s own life for that of a stranger.

But to outright refuse to help another, regardless, is a coward’s move.

And Trish Una is no coward."

😎 What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

Depends on the mood I'm in, but my favorites tend to be like. Canon but slightly to the left. Everyone lives AUs and "What If?" plotlines and fics that fill in gaps between canon scenes. They're my favorite to write, too. I think it's sorta the best of both worlds - the aspects I love about canon, but more fleshed-out and still allowing room for lots of creativity. Just. Playing with canon is a lot of fun I think. That being said, I'll never turn down a good angsty canon-compliant fic or fun AU :] A good fic's a good fic.

#re the wips. i need to sit down and write those so bad. tumblr dot com followers you have to hold me to this #davy discusses fics

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What makes The Cat Returns your favorite Ghibli movie? What are the things you like about it? It so underrated, I would love see The Baron to get this own little miniseries or something, maybe him and Haru meeting again.

My favourite Ghibli movie is Whisper of the Heart, but The Cat Returns is a close second. And uh, well, it was my first Ghibli movie, it had Baron, and I've always been a cat person - what other reasons you need? :D

Speaking seriously, it's just that kind of good fantasy where fantasy elements are just... fantasy elements, the metaphors are pretty much straightforward and the message is simple and clear, and everything of it works. Also nothing of the fantasy things really distracts you from the key ideas: the motivations the characters have and the decisions they make come solely from their personalities - no special circumstances, prophecies, half-hearted deep digging into traumas, failed attempts to complicate the story and make the world "unique".

Yeah, I really like that the Cat Land people and Baron and Co are on the one hand just pretty much what we see - fairytalish characters with personalities painted for us with a few distinctive traits, and that there is no deep lore surrounding them and attempts to complicate them as characters - and yet, they are all unique and full of personality, the information we have of them is enough and satisfying -- because it's made with idea, skill and taste. The writers saw clearly what they want from the story and just went for it. I appreciate that.

Also, it's a really personal story of Haru's growth. It is the real center of the story, and all the action, magic and faitytale are there just to accompany it and make it so bright, everything serves this storyline (while being fun and dynamic on its own). I also like the feeling that everything that happened could be a dream or a fantasy of hers, but it's never stated, the adventure remains real and impactful, whatever it was. The ending is probably my favourite part of the movie: it turns that this feeling of parting ways can be hopeful, even if they could never meet again -- life has changed forever thanks to that meeting and it goes on and it’s beautiful. Also, yeah, I wanted to know more about Baron when I was younger, but now I think that everything was enough. He can have his mysterious air and possible dramas of the past, but we are the audience and possible clients needing help, we don’t really need to learn everything about him. Or we are fangirls appreciating cool and mysterious cats.

Seriously, now I get all this time The Cat Returns was the thing that made the bar so high for fantasy stories that I simply cannot watch things like that recent transforming-into-a-cat-and-traveling-into-cats-world movie without a sneer on my face. I don't even remember the title and what all the characters were. I guess they had those themes of growing up, not knowing what you want to be and getting better grip of your personality, and also wanted to use cats and magic to make it fun (but also with 'deep' metaphors and dramatic struggles of the youth, as if no one else experienced such things except for their main characters), but why the hell was everything so pale and expressionless, as if they didn't know what they wanted and just included a bit of everything? I really wish authors didn't fear so much of writing simple stories with no big scale, with just one clear idea and one or two problems, and learned to use fantasy elements for the sake of the characters, and not for some vague aestethics or 'impressive worldbuilding' and false 'depth'. The Cat Returns shows that it's possible to have cats, fairytale, fun adventure and personal growth story at the same time, be a bit ironic about the characters and potential drama, transmit your plain and simple and so much needed message and make people remember it for ages.

#replies #una sorta thoughts #the cat returns

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sarcophagid · 1 year

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15, 34, 38, 41, 45 aaand 49?

hi qiiu ty for the ask :DDD

15 Top 3 side characters?

santana, trish una, diego brando (are the last 2 side characters idk)

34 A character you wish you got to see more of?

under the cut bcz it's rlly long and kind of unclear and stream of conciousness

oh omg theres a lot, i've been thinking abt part 5 recently tho so trish una. idk she just had a really important role in the plot and it was weird that she only got one scene where she was the main focus

(also the story from her pov must be insane bcz on top of the recent death of her only immediate family and the assassins dropping in left and right, bruno's team literally just dont tell her anything until several days in she learns that her long-lost father is the mafia time wizard).

anyways like, everyone in the main team gets a little flashback sequence Except for trish which annoys me sm bcz another VA character that i wish they included more was donatella una. like i said, trish's only family dies and they kinda gloss over the whole grieving thing. in the anime they show donatella's influenced some of trish's personality and she was a loving parent. but presumably, solido naso was still important to her, and would she ever reveal any of this to her daughter? i don't think trish has no preconceptions on who her father is and also there's likely a big difference between solido naso and diavolo in 2001.

bcz complaining aside i think an interesting scene is how in the elevator, trish worries about what her father is like and bruno tells her that everything is gonna be ok, knowing full well he's gearing up to kill his ass. one of the things that messes me up is that even though the main squad has good intentions or whatever - putting yourself in her shoes, could trish really trust them or are they just the lesser of 2 evils?

for the first half of the story, trish is in an incredibly confusing situation where people around her are violently murdering each other but she's important enough to be basically 'untouchable' (tangent- they do sort of treat trish as an 'innocent' the entire time, even after the big final fight giorno hides info from her and mista).

between those loyal to passione and la squadra, it was a 'race' to get to trish first (certainly not something she had a say in). the audience knows that while mafiosi are mafiosi, la squadra is definitely worse - but to an outsider it's one group of strange men or the other. you're saddled with one and you don't know what the other is like, they could be the 'good guys' or the 'bad guys', but chances are they're both pretty fucked up (we've seen bruno's team win every time but this also means that they brutally murder the opposition each time. trish doesn't know these people, or what warrants the ruthless protection). you can see her kinda voice her this uncertainty after bruno kills pesci, but it's just something i wish they touched upon more.

bcz it puts trish in a position where she's deeply alone - her mom is dead, she knows she's going to see a father she's never met, she's moved from place to place with little to no explanation by strangers locked in a bizarre war (bcz isn't it weird? "i dont know you but i'll kill and die for you"). and it's neat to think about how spice girl is one of the few stands that is sentient and can operate with a separate will, bcz yeah, there wasn't anyone else but herself.

i have a lot more thoughts on this but they aren't that clear bcz imo there also isn't that much detail on trish's shift into a more active role into the story, they sorta just decide "everybody friends now :)" without considering that trish's position is insane. but some idea's that've been rattling around is when trish is fully ready to kill diavolo (bcz. donatella knows solido naso, and donatella tells her daughter about the love of her life, and trish can wonder all this time, so out of all the strangers here, her father is a stranger she knows.)

ok thats enough, i'm super chill and normal abt all this 👍👍

38 Characters you wish could have interacted with each other?

while i don't think it fits in the actual story, i think it's an underrated idea in fan content, and i think abt pucci and diavolo interacting a lot, bcz at first it's like "religious guy and devil guy haha" but there's layers to this okay, like. the next thing is how pucci is a priest and diavolo was raised by a priest who he Does not like lol. but also also, in Over Heaven dio's like "idk who this diavolo kid is but we probably have gravity lol" meanwhile pucci also has a ton of gravity (whatever dio means by this shit idk) super important for the heaven plot, and also how pucci's whole thing is how fate is controlling everyone while diavolos whole thing is how fate is his bitch. and yeah they'd hate each other but idc if they'd hate each other i wanna see some blood. Kill!!

41 A relationship between two characters that you really like?

i liked a lot of the jojo&jobro dynamics in the later parts like josuke & okuyasu, hermes & jolyne, and gyro & johnny. also not to bring up trish again but trish and narancia.

45 Scariest/creepiest Jojo moment?

i wanna say nothing scared me thaaat much but i have an irrational fear of zombie type things, so limp bizkit kinda freaked me out with the way they showed sports max like, fully conscious as he became less and less 'human'.

49 If Jojo had a genre swap, what genre would you want it to be?

idk what exact genre this is but i liked the freaky goopy fleshy horror they had going on with the pillar men's biology (the only enjoyable thing abt battle tendency for me :/)

#momentarily overtaken by the demons halfway thru #i sware i do not make up that much shit abt trish *pushes isaac and abraham parallel under the table*#ask #macabre changeling #misc and non art tag #also i might like santana just bcz i like goop and killing. whatever. beat me take my blood etc

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Nella Giornata del Gatto - istituita nel 1990 - ricordiamo lo scrittore e giornalista Paul Gallico, autore di numerosi libri e racconti felini, fra cui Thomasina: The Cat Who Thought She Was God, da cui fu tratto il film disneyano Le tre vite della gatta Tommasina (1963) di Don Chaffey. «Sono un romanziere marcio. Non sono neppure un letterato. A me piace raccontare storie e tutti i miei libri raccontano storie. Se fossi vissuto duemila anni addietro sarei andato in giro per le grotte e avrei detto: "Posso entrare? Ho fame. Vorrei un po' di cibo. In cambio, ti racconto una storia. C'era una volta, c'erano due scimmie...", e avrei raccontato loro la storia di due cavernicoli» (Paul Gallico, «New York Magazine») Nato a New York nel luglio 1897 da madre austriaca e padre pianista e compositore triestino (nel 1868, anno di nascita di suo padre, e poi ancora per altri decenni Trieste faceva parte dell’Impero Austro-ungarico), Paul William Gallico si laurea alla Columbia University nel 1919 e, nel corso degli anni Venti, diventa giornalista sportivo scrivendo numerosi articoli sul «New York Daily News». La sua carriera decolla dopo un’intervista al pugile Jack Dempsey. In breve diventa uno fra i giornalisti sportivi più pagati degli Stati Uniti e fonda i Golden Gloves, competizione amatoriale di pugilato. Il suo libro, Lou Gehrig: idolo delle folle (1941) verrà portato al cinema con il film sportivo L’idolo delle folle (1942) di Sam Wood, con Gary Cooper e Teresa Wright. Alla fine degli anni Trenta decide di abbandonare il giornalismo sportivo per dedicarsi alla narrativa, dapprima scrivendo un saggio proprio su tale decisione - Farewell to Sport, pubblicato in un’antologia di suoi scritti di sport con il titolo Addio allo sport (1938) - e diventa scrittore di racconti per riviste, molti fra i quali appaiono nel supplemento «The Saturday Evening Post». Il suo romanzo The Snow Goose e altre opere, è costituito proprio dalle versioni ampliate dei suoi racconti pubblicati nel supplemento settimanale. Nel ’39 pubblica The Adventures of Hiram Holliday - diventerà noto anche per via della successiva versione televisiva -, che narra delle avventure di un americano - una sorta di moderno cavaliere errante - che visita un’Europa alle soglie della Seconda guerra mondiale e si lancia in una lotta “donchisciottesca” contro i nazisti di vari Paesi. Le origini austriache di P. Gallico appaiono chiaramente nel forte tema monarchico degli Asburgo che affiora nel libro. Nel ’41 pubblica il racconto The Snow Goose sul «The Saturday Evening Post» e vince l’O. Henry Award per racconti brevi. Il critico letterario Robert Van Gelder lo definirà come «la più sentimentale storia che mai abbia raggiunto la dignità di un Borzoi» (la prestigiosa collana dell’editore Knopf). Il suo racconto, The Man Who Hated People verrà da lui stesso rielaborato nel romanzo Love of Seven Dolls, che, a sua volta, verrà portato al cinema con Lili (1953) e, otto anni dopo, trasferito nel musical Carnival! (1961). Negli anni Cinquanta vive in Liechtenstein, dove scrive Ludmila, rielaborazione di una leggenda locale. Il suo libro Mrs. ‘Arris Goes to Paris (1958) avrà un buon successo e sarà il primo di quattro libri con protagonista la Signora ‘Arris. I diritti cinematografici vengono discussi già nel ’60, quando Gallico è residente a Salcombe - sulla costa meridionale del Devon - e, oltre trent’anni dopo, diventerà un film tv - In volo per un sogno (1992) - interpretato da Angela Lansbury, la quale, in quegli stessi anni, era nota al pubblico televisivo per il ruolo di Jessica Fletcher, la scrittrice di libri gialli della serie tv La signora in giallo (1984-97). Nel ’55, sponsorizzato dal «Reader’s Digest», fa un lunghissimo viaggio in auto in giro per gli Stati Uniti, guidando per oltre quindicimila chilometri. Durante il suo soggiorno a Salcombe, scrive una serie di racconti sul naufragio della MV Principessa Vittoria - il traghetto che collegava

Larne e Stranraer -, tragico incidente in cui morirono tutte le donne e i bambini che si trovavano a bordo. The Silent Miaow (1964) nasce con l’intenzione di essere una guida scritta da un gatto («tradotta dal felino») sul come ottenere, affascinare e dominare una famiglia umana. Illustrato con fotografie di Suzanne Szasz, il libro viene a tutt’oggi considerato un “classico” per gli amanti dei gatti. Fra gli altri libri di Paul Gallico sui gatti - argomento di cui era esperto - ricordiamo The Abandoned - Jennie (1952) -, Honorable Cat (1972), libro di saggi e poesie sui gatti, e soprattutto Thomasina: The Cat Who Thought She Was God (1957), portato al cinema con il film Disney Le tre vite della gatta Tommasina (1963) di Don Chaffey, interpretato da Patrick McGoohan - il futuro protagonista della serie tv cult Il prigioniero (1968-69), Susan Hampshire, e i bambini Karen Dotrice e Matthew Garber, i quali, l’anno seguente, saranno Jane e Michael Banks in Mary Poppins (1964) di Robert Stevenson. Thomasina, all’inizio degli anni Novanta, diventerà molto popolare nella ex Unione Sovietica, ispirando il remake russo Bezumnaya Lori. Alla fine degli anni Sessanta Il libro L’avventura del Poseidon (1969), su alcuni passeggeri che per mettersi in salvo cercano di risalire un transatlantico rovesciato da una muraglia d’acqua, non otterrà gran successo. Al contrario il film omonimo, uscito tre anni dopo (1972), diretto da Ronald Neame ed interpretato da Gene Hackman e Ernest Borgnine, è considerato - insieme a Airport (1970) di George Seaton e L’inferno di cristallo (1974) di John Guillermin - come uno fra i migliori film del filone cosiddetto “catastrofico” in voga nel cinema americano degli anni Settanta. L’avventura del Poseidon vincerà due Oscar (fra cui quello per la Miglior Musica Originale), otterrà quattro nominations, avrà un grande successo di pubblico e rimane un “cult movie”. Paul Gallico muore ad Antibes - dove aveva trascorso i suoi ultimi anni - nel luglio 1976. Dopo la sua scomparsa, sul «New York Times», Molly Ivins scriverà: «Per dire che il signor Gallico è stato prolifico basta cominciare a descrivere la sua produzione. Ha scritto quarantun libri e numerosi racconti, venti sceneggiature per film, dodici film per la televisione, e ha avuto una serie televisiva basata sul suo racconto Hiram Holliday».

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syrinxhmd · 7 months

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Dream Theater (monografia) Pt. 2

Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence del 2002, non fa gridare al miracolo quando l’anno dopo, nel 2003 il miracolo avviene a tutti gli effetti, infatti Train of Thought è il loro terzo e ultimo disco degno di nota (insieme a Images and Words, e Metropolis). Il disco anche se è stato criticato da alcuni come troppo melodico, è l’ultima possibilità per i Dream Theater di avere una incarnazione non ermetica. I brani arrivano dritti al cuore (As I Am, Endless Sacrifice, Stream of Consciousness, e In the Name of God sono dei veri capolavori), lasciando intendere al pubblico che la band di Long Island - ora con Jordan Rudess alle tastiere, non è solo un complesso dalle straordinarie capacità tecniche, ma sa pure emozionare. Semmai Octavarium del 2005 è un vero passo falso, mentre Systematic Chaos nel 2007 con più serietà insegue la moda gothic metal del momento. Black Clouds & Silver Linings, A Dramatic Turn of Events, Dream Theater, fino al concept album fantascientifico The Astonishing, sono i dischi più recenti di una formazione che ha avuto tutto dalla propria carriera, e non fa altro che ripetere la stessa formula. Distance over Time (2019), e soprattutto A View from the Top of the World, incoronano ancora una volta i Dream Theater come i musicisti più cervellotici del prog metal, ma il cuore non c’è più, e forse neanche più la voglia di suonare. In conclusione, la storia di questi virtuosi dei loro strumenti, ha dato vita alla più potente esperienza musicale prog di tutti i tempi (trasversalmente sia al rock che al metal per quanto riguarda la capacità di esecuzione), facendo rilucere le doti umane in una sorta di rinascimento musicale. Tuttavia alcuni punti deboli di questa esperienza, come la voce fin troppo melodica di LaBrie, o la freddezza che traspare dalle composizioni dei Dream Theater, non deve farci dimenticare, pur nel plauso al loro genio, quanto la musica sia in definitiva un fatto emotivo, e quanto il metal per via della sua storia lo sia ancora di più.

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Let them tremble in fear at the thought of multipolar world order! May the Americans never know rest while China creates a better world

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⚠️ GLI IMPERIALISTI STATUNITENSI SONO TERRORIZZATI DAL PARTENARIATO STRATEGICO TRA CINA E RUSSIA ⚠️

🇺🇸 John Bolton - Consigliere per la Sicurezza Nazionale dell'Era Trump, letteralmente l'uomo dei colpi di stato, uno dei più feroci falchi statunitensi, è terrorizzato dall'unione tra Cina e Russia 😱

🤡 L'imperialista statunitense, che - probabilmente - non accetta di essere visto come meno guerrafondaio e anti-Cinese di Mike Pompeo, si è lanciato in una serie di dichiarazioni anti-Cinesi, come:

💬 "La Cina sta diventando una minaccia [❔] sia nella sfera nucleare che in quella convenzionale" | Dice il guerrafondaio, rappresentante dell'unico Paese al Mondo ad aver utilizzato armi nucleari nella Storia dell'Umanità, ad un Paese pacifico che non si è macchiato di invasioni illegali e atroci crimini in Medio Oriente, America Latina e Asia 🤦‍♂️

😱 "La Cina rappresenta una minaccia esistenza per l'Occidente", questo è vero: Bolton, in questo caso, ha ragione. La Repubblica Popolare Cinese rappresenta una minaccia per gli imperialisti statunitensi, che schiumano dalla rabbia quando vedono un Paese Socialista governato da un Partito Comunista che li supera a livello economico, politico, diplomatico e militare ⭐️

🗣 Tra le varie dichiarazioni, ve n'è anche una sulla formazione di una sorta di "Asse Russia-Cina", a cui si uniranno la Repubblica Islamica dell'Iran e la Repubblica Popolare Democratica di Corea ⭐️

Per chi volesse approfondire il Tema delle Relazioni Sino-Iraniane e delle Relazioni Sino-Nord-Coreane, può rifarsi a questi post del Collettivo Shaoshan:

🔺Relazioni tra Cina e Iran - Questioni Politiche, Sicurezza, Difesa, Cooperazione Militare, Economia e Commercio, Educazione e Cultura, Questioni Internazionali, Afghanistan e BRICS: I, II, III, IV, V 🤝

🔺Progetto di Allineamento Trilaterale guidato dal Partito Comunista Cinese tra Cina, Russia e Corea del Nord: I, II, III 🚩

🔺Lettere tra Xi Jinping e Kim Jong-un: I, II, III 📨

🤪 Accodandosi a Stoltenberg, Blinken e agli altri imperialisti, anche Bolton - nel mentre la Cina lavora per la Pace e la Russia definisce il Piano Cinese come una base da utilizzare per la Pace quando Kiev e l'Occidente saranno pronti - farnetica sulla possibilità che la Repubblica Popolare Cinese possa fornire armi alla Russia, cercando di mostrare la Cina come un "Paese inaffidabile" nel Processo di Pace 🤦‍♀️

🤹‍♂️ Tuttavia, rispetto a Stoltenberg, ha deciso di spingersi più in là, arrivando persino a dichiarare che la Cina potrebbe (parlano sempre al condizionale, perché non fanno altro che proiettare e minacciare) vendere armi alla Bielorussia e alla Corea del Nord, che poi verrebbero mandate in Russia |❓❓❓

🤔 Che sia Blinken, Biden, Stoltenberg o Bolton a parlare, non cambia la sostanza anti-Cinese e anti-Russa, e le parole del Presidente Lukashenko suonano più vere che mai: «Sono furiosi, hanno capito di aver fatto di tutto per unire la potenza nucleare della Russia con la non meno potente, ricca di risorse umane, orientata al futuro, potenza nucleare della Cina. Possiamo già dire che la Cina è la più grande potenza del Mondo, ecco perché sono furiosi" ⭐️

🤡 Poche settimane fa, Bolton ha affermato che il regime-fantoccio di Taiwan dovrebbe consentire alla Marina USA di entrare nel Porto di Kaohsiung e che il Governo USA dovrebbe integrare il fasullo regime di Tsai Ing-wen in organizzazioni multilaterali di Difesa nella Regione Indo-Pacifica, con Giappone, Corea del Sud, Australia e altri paesi in funzione anti-Cinese ❕

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⚠️ US IMPERIALISTS ARE TERRIFIED BY CHINA-RUSSIA STRATEGIC PARTNERSHIP ⚠️

🇺🇸 John Bolton - National Security Advisor of the Trump Era, literally the coup man, one of the fiercest US hawks, is terrified of the union between China and Russia 😱

🤡 The US imperialist, who - probably - does not accept being seen as less warmongering and anti-Chinese than Mike Pompeo, has launched a series of anti-Chinese statements, such as:

💬 "China is becoming a threat [❔] in both the nuclear and conventional spheres" | Says the warmonger, representative of the only country in the world to have used nuclear weapons in the history of humanity, to a peaceful country that has not been guilty of illegal invasions and atrocious crimes in the Middle East, Latin America and Asia 🤦

😱 "China represents an existential threat to the West", this is true: Bolton, in this case, is right. The People's Republic of China poses a threat to US imperialists, who foam with rage when they see a socialist country ruled by a Communist Party that surpasses them economically, politically, diplomatically and militarily ⭐️

🗣 Among the various declarations, there is also one on the formation of a sort of "Russia-China Axis", which will be joined by the Islamic Republic of Iran and the Democratic People's Republic of Korea ⭐️

For those wishing to learn more about Sino-Iranian Relations and Sino-North Korean Relations, please refer to these posts from the Shaoshan Collective:

🔺Relations Between China and Iran - Political Issues, Security, Defense, Military Cooperation, Economy and Commerce, Education and Culture, International Issues, Afghanistan and BRICS: I, II, III, IV, V 🤝

🔺Communist Party of China-led Trilateral Alignment Project between China, Russia and North Korea: I, II, III 🚩

🔺Letters between Xi Jinping and Kim Jong-un: I, II, III 📨

🤪 Following Stoltenberg, Blinken and the other imperialists, Bolton too - while China works for Peace and Russia defines the Chinese Plan as a basis to be used for Peace when Kiev and the West are ready - he raves about the possibility that the People's Republic of China can supply weapons to Russia, trying to show China as an "unreliable country" in the Peace Process 🤦‍♀️

🤹‍♂️ However, compared to Stoltenberg, he decided to go further, even declaring that China could (they always speak conditional, because they do nothing but project and threaten) sell weapons to Belarus and North Korea, which would then be sent to Russia |❓❓❓

🤔 Whether Blinken, Biden, Stoltenberg or Bolton are speaking, the anti-Chinese and anti-Russian substance does not change, and President Lukashenko's words ring truer than ever: «They are furious, they understand that they have done everything to unite the nuclear power of Russia with the no less powerful, resource-rich, future-oriented nuclear power of China. We can already say that China is the greatest power in the world, that's why they are furious" ⭐️

🤡 A few weeks ago, Bolton said that the Taiwan puppet regime should allow the US Navy to enter the Port of Kaohsiung and that the US Government should integrate Tsai Ing-wen's phony regime into multilateral defense organizations in the Indo- Peaceful, with Japan, South Korea, Australia and other countries in anti-Chinese function ❕

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