#Xavier Velasco

[sheisyellow]

¿Pero cuándo el amor es propiamente amor? ¿Puede uno amar a quien le acompañó por una hora? ¿Por dos horas, dos meses, dos años, dos minutos? ¿Se ama a quien se conoce, justamente por eso, o es quizás al revés: conocemos para mejor desconocer, y así poder amar sin el estorbo de la realidad? ¿No es cierto que quienes más se aman son a veces quienes menos se conocen?

Diablo guardián, Xavier Velasco

#libros #citas de libros #books and libraries #literatura #citas #quotes #writers #diablo #xavier velasco #amor #frases de amor #citas de amor #citas libros #citas tristes #books #book tumblr

[seamospoesia]

#xavier velasco

[venus-milk]

"Mira, me duele aquí, entre el hígado, el corazón y el amor propio, ¿cómo no voy a pinche guacarear, si tengo putas náuseas en el alma?"

— Diablo Guardián, Xavier Velasco.

#xavier velasco #diablo guardian #amor propio #citas tristes

[poesisposts]

"Sufre uno por aquello que espera, más que por lo que quiere. Aceptamos que los deseos pueden ser imposibles, pero jamás las expectativas."

• Xavier Velasco.

#xavier velasco #escrtios #tumblr #fragmentos #escritos #escritos tristes #poetry #notas en español #notas en tumblr #escritos en tumblr #escritos en español #poems on tumblr #poetscommunity #love poem #writers on tumblr #textos #sentimentosescritos #sentimientos #poesia en español

[white-rhythmic]

Debe de ser su risa, de tan inesperada, el timbre que me vuelve al mundo de los vivos.

Xavier Velasco - Puedo explicarlo todo

#xavier velasco

[difeeer]

“Me siento oscura y luminosa, provinciana y newyorka, violada y violadora; traigo un motor adentro y me dan muchas ganas de usarlo para estrellarme contra una pared.”

#diablo guardian xavier Velasco

[jxaviervelasco]

#j. xavier velasco #film #cocodriloslapelicula

[rogerdeakinsdp]

FINAL GIRLS + WHITE TANK TOPS

Sigourney Weaver in ALIEN (1978) dir. Ridley Scott Hilary Swank in THE REAPING (2007) dir. Stephen Hopkins Lupita Nyong’o in US (2019) dir. Jordan Peele Jessica Alba in THE EYE (2008) dir. David Moreau & Xavier Palud Eliza Dushku in WRONG TURN (2003) dir. Rob Schmidt Mary Elizabeth Winstead in 10 CLOVERFIELD LANE (2016) dir. Dan Trachtenberg Manuela Velasco in [REC] (2007) dir. Jaume Balagueró & Paco Plaza Elizabeth Olsen in SILENT HOUSE (2011) dir. Laura Lau & Chris Kentis Taissa Farmiga in THE FINAL GIRLS (2015) dir. Todd Strauss-Schulson Odette Annable in THE UNBORN (2009) dir. David S. Goyer Jennifer Lawrence in HOUSE AT THE END OF THE STREET (2012) dir. Mark Tonderai Jessica Biel in THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE (2003) dir. Marcus Nispel Elisha Cuthbert in HOUSE OF WAX (2005) dir. Jaume Collet-Serra Jennifer Love Hewitt in I STILL KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER (1998) dir. Danny Cannon

#filmedit #horroredit #userleo #userbrittany #userangela #underbetelgeuse #userrobin #chewieblog #userhorroredits #userstream #moviegifs #userbbelcher #junkfooddaily #dailyflicks #fyeahmovies #cinema #gif: parallels #gif #* #cd #costume design #horror #flashing gif #blood // #'final girls' is used very liberally here #i know not all of them technically qualify #it's only for the sake of a cleaner caption #so pls don't come for me #but simply giffing final girls isn't specific enough for me

[booksoulsblog]

¿Vas a venir a recogerme cuando yo sea también juguete y me veas desarmada en el fondo de la caja? ¿Quién va a decirte como armarme, Diablo Guardián?

-Xavier Velasco.

#citas en español #libros #citas

[yuoic]

Tagged by @t74x6n83pq9sck4va0 thank youuu c': 🫂

nickname: Evi. and ive gotten Em as well. [and I'm legally allowed to assassinate whoever calls me "Vicky" , by presidential decree, btw].

sign: Libra

height: 1.64 cm

last google search: rector de la uanl

number of followers: 2,923 [i do take my time to report + block pornbots as soon as they appear but I don't know if they will still count as followers]

amount of sleep: like a fucking princess [minimum 6 hours, maximum 9 hours; only pulling all-nighters when i know i'll be able to sleep as long as i want after that, and/or when i have no option, both for academic stuff, mostly]

lucky number: -1, 0, √2, 6, 17, 25, 78, 144

favorite color: green

dream job: philosopher (is that still a thing? like, people who get paid to just go insane, then write and publish the outcome?)

movie/book that summarizes me: Caín by José Saramago [according to a friend, and when we met back in 2014. And according to myself... i wouldn't know how to tell between me just loving those movies/books or actually seeing myself in them 🤔 so i'll stick to what she said]

favorite song: don't do this to me xd i don't know. [i spent about 20 minutes digging in my memories but i could come up with nothing. i could build an entire playlist with every song i've played on repeat for days at a time but i wouldn't distinguish them from being extremely good or promote them to the Favourite category. Special mention: Sleep Walking Past Hope by H.I.M. (Live at the Orpheum Theatre) — precisely because I played it nonstop, a billion times a day for about a whole month (back in 2015); but there are so, so many more like that one: Well I Wonder by The Smiths, Meadowlarks by Fleet Foxes, Él No Sabe by El Duelo, To Bid You Farewell and Benighted by Opeth, Como É Grande O Meu Amor Por Você by Roberto Carlos, A Nike Like This by Paisajes Trágicos (a The Cure tribute, yes), Sophisticated Lady by Billie Holiday, Fated Faithful Fatal by Marilyn Manson, 7 Days by NCT Dream, Flow by Sade, We Laugh Indoors by Death Cab for Cutie, Good Morning Sun by Piero Umiliani. I mean, look at the entire paragraph ive written just to make up to this question... Christ]

favorite instrument: mayonnaise

aesthetic: ugly

favorite author: please don't do this to me either. it's been 15 minutes already. but just not to leave this blank: José Saramago (indeed), Aldous Huxley, Robert Sapolsky, Yuval Noah Harari, Miguel de Unamuno, Marcus Aurelius, J.K. Rowling, Desmond Morris, Xavier Velasco... but as I don't have a favourite (musical) artist, I don't have one favourite author and for the same reason: I don't like every single book/song they've made. An exception could be Marcus Aurelius but because he literally wasn't a writer per se and "wrote" just ONE book... which he never even meant for it to be published anyway (after he died someone found a bunch of manuscripts under his bed or something, then made them a book). [Again, I'm sorry for the whole paragraph :( writing these any shorter would have been just so inaccurate]

favorite animal noise: human babies laughter

wearing: old, plain, green hand-me-down t-shirt; old, mended, worn-out-black Levi's; old, torn, chipped hiking boots; and every outfit of mine is just a variation of colours of these same things.

song stuck in my head: Ya No Soy Tu Mujer by La Factoría.

i tag @corvus-pictor, @nullheaven, @theartofdyingtogether, @puppetstringed, @sczzzm-4v0mez, @muddress, @02void, @tuskegeejetter, @minkrug, @silkskull and everyone else who wants to play :D <3

#josé saramago #H.I.M. #the smiths #Fleet foxes #el duelo #Opeth #Roberto Carlos #Paisajes trágicos #the cure #billie holiday #marilyn manson #nct dream #Sade #Death cab for cutie #piero umiliani #aldous huxley #robert sapolsky #yuval noah harari #miguel de unamuno #marcus Aurelius #jk rowling #Desmond morris #xavier velasco #La factoría #musical taste #yuoic

[gercir]

Desde el punto de vista del aprendizaje, vale más la vergüenza que el orgullo.

El último en morir (Spanish Edition) (Velasco, Xavier)

[velascomari]

❝ a riot of raven curls framing her face, abandoning years of expectations to make her own way; figuring shit out while half falling apart, torn between old love and a fresh start; piles of manuscripts she still needs to read, a desk still cluttered with cups of yesterday’s coffee; bare lips, bloodshot eyes, monday movie nights, refusing to cry.

NAME: Marisol Velasco Suarez

NICKNAME(S): Mari

AGE: Thirty

RESIDENTIAL AREA: Gastown

OCCUPATION: Editorial Assistant

LENGTH OF TIME IN VANCOUVER: Native

       BIOGRAPHY | CONNECTIONS | STATS | PINTEREST

basics.

BIRTHDAY: tbd as per usual

PLACE OF BIRTH: Vancouver, British Columbia

GENDER IDENTIFICATION: Cis Woman (she/her)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

POSITIVE TRAITS: Sociable, Ambitious, tbd.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Confused, Remorseful, tbd.

family.

MOTHER: Paloma Suarez Delgado

FATHER: Xavier Velasco Perez

SIBLINGS: Luciana Alvarez (half sister)

OTHER: tbd

tldr.

born and raised in the kitsilano neighborhood in west vancouver, mari had just about everything (material) a girl could ask for. her father is a prominent attorney and her mother is the heiress to a chain of retail stores.  

pretty much from the start her parents had a very concrete plan in place for mari’s life. what she’d wear, what social circles she’d run in, where she’d go to college, the kind of man she’d marry, etc.

they never really stopped to ask whether any of it was what mari actually wanted, and they sure as hell didn’t expect her to fall in love with someone wholly opposite of their approved little checklist.

still, she and elijah navarro were together from junior year of high school until approx. four years ago when, as he was preparing to propose, she finally succumbed to the pressure from her parents. her father basically played with her head, convinced her just enough that elijah might be with her for all the wrong reasons, and - when he threatened to freeze her out of her own inheritance unless she ‘protected the family name’ - mari caved and called things off. 

it took all of 0.00009s for her to realize she’d made the absolute wrong decision, but at that point it was already too late. having broken their trust and destroyed their relationship, she accepted that she needed to stick with the bed she’d made.

they haven’t spoken since that night, and mari’s just done her best to carry on with life - even if she’s pretty sure part of her will always love him, always feel like they have unfinished business. 

after finishing law school she immediately began working at her father’s firm, but after a particularly brutal argument she finally found her back bone and quit the job she never loved or wanted in the first place. 

it took some time, but about five months ago she moved out of kitsilano for a change of scenery, found a job at a friend’s start up publishing company, and has been living in gastown / working there ever since as an editorial assistant.

possible connections

childhood friends, new co-workers and contacts in the publishing industry, roommates (1-2), neighbors in gastown, tinder dates/ one night stands / fwbs from within the last 2-3 years, cousins (must be of at least half mexican descent), friends she shared with elijah who may or may not have some feelings about how abruptly she left him, former co-workers from her father’s law office, etc.

#vsintro #❝ introducing marisol velasco.

[venus-milk]

Dime cuántas mentiras cuentas y te diré qué tan esclavo eres.

– Diablo Guardián, Xavier Velasco.

#Xavier Velasco #diablo guardian

[nievesmorena]

Mi papá quería que me llamara Guadalupe o Genoveva, que eran nombres de mujer buena.

Pero mi mamá opinó que así sólo se llaman las jodidas, y se empeñó en ponerme Violetta.

Sólo que luego apareció mi abuelo, que igual que ellos tenía su teoría de los nombres, y dijo que Violetta era nombre de piruja. Creo que había visto una película, o a lo mejor fue sólo por chingar a mi madre. No sé, el caso es que el papá de mi papá sugirió que me pusieran Rosalba, y ya al final en eso quedaron de acuerdo: Rosa del Alba. Imagínate yo,

con ese nombre. Pero mi mamá me llamaba a escondidas Violetta, aunque me hubiera registrado como Rosa del Alba. Y a lo mejor de ahí viene mi maldición, porque el alba es mi peor momento del día. A esas horas lo fácil es llevarme al Infierno, ¿ajá? Porque si el diablo existe debe tener claro que yo en la mañanita no sirvo para nada, que no tengo ni fuerzas en las piernas y soy como esas Barbies que están siempre hasta el fondo de la caja de juguetes, con los brazos y piernas chuecos o arrancados, esperando a que un duende venga a componerlas; sería suficiente con empujarme suavecito, como desde lo alto de una

resbaladilla. Y yo me iría de cabeza, bocabajo, con las palabras mágicas tatuadas en la frente: Las Violettas jamás se van al Cielo.

~Xavier Velasco

#Porsimelees ❤

#nievesmorena #porsimelees #corazon #eneltexto #escapealvacio #esperanza #vida #amor #felicidad #amar

[white-rhythmic]

Caminaba deprisa, por delante de mi, y eso tal vez me habría parecido odioso en otras circunstancias, pero la sensación de escaparme junto a una loca potencial no me dejaba ni ponerme escéptico.

Xavier Velasco - Puedo explicarlo todo

#xavier velasco

[senatushq]

NAME. Lucas Xavier Solano Velasco AGE & BIRTH DATE. 123 & November 30th, 1900 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Lycan  PACK. Lupo ( Former Arno ) OCCUPATION. Fighter at Dante’s FACE CLAIM. Peter Gadiot 

biography

Lucas was born into a home of love and family, the second and last son of two Mexican farmers. He grew up in a village nestled by acres of crops and livestock. As such, he knew how to work the land and understand the ways of nature before he could even read. His older brother, Mateo, was only a few years older than him but every bit the troublemaker as well as the treasure of the family. Lucas had taken to following his brother around like a shadow. Where Mateo was seemingly naturally gifted in every way, Lucas remained curious and a dreamer who wanted nothing but adventure outside their village. He ran outside with his dogs into the fields, watching them chase the birds and longing to be so fast and free. When Mateo would go with him, he would tell him stories of the children of Xolotl that people of the nearby village talked about and how one day they would both be like the children of Xolotl, those people that ran free and wild like wolves. Neither boys were old or wise enough to understand what these stories meant, but they became all that Lucas ever wanted. As they got older, a woman from the nearby village would come to the boys when their parents were none the wiser. She would tell them that they had both been chosen, and that one day under a full moon they would both know what it is to feel pain but also know power.

The Porfiriato policies changed everything, and these fantasies were all but forgotten to Lucas as life became increasingly difficult for the people of Mexico and his small village. Mateo was outspoken against it all from the moment that he understood the injustices of Porfirio Diaz, and Lucas only knew that he wanted to stand at his brother’s side in whatever he did. When the Mexican Revolutionary War began, Mateo was one of the first to join in their village and Lucas was too young, merely 14 years old. However he left home one night with nothing but a note to his parents that he could not sit idly by and watch his brother go to war without him. When he found his brother, however, it was very clear that Lucas was not the soldier that Mateo was. In an effort to prove himself, he had gone out one night to hunt for their men under the light of the full moon while his brother wasn’t there to stop him, only to return ravaged from a bite from what he claimed had been a monster. The soldiers laughed at him, but Mateo beamed with pride the next morning and said that he believed him. He told Lucas of the children of Xolotl, and that the stories they’d been told as boys were all real. Mateo confessed that before he had left to go to war, he had gone back to the woman of the neighboring village, the one who used to tell them both the stories when they were young. He called her his ‘alpha’ and he said that she had spoken of Lucas’ time coming when he was older. But Mateo had worried for this brother after he’d followed him to war. Now, with both of their new powers, the two lycan brothers would survive this war together and put a end to the injustices of the Porfiriato.

Not a month later, Mateo did not survive to see their dream come to pass. When Lucas tried running back into the battlefield for his brother, a voice halted him in his tracks. We would later know her to be a Seraphim, but at the time he believed that an angel from heaven had whispered to him that it was not yet his time to die. She urged him to seek out those dreams of wild and free adventures that were still so loud inside of his mind. And so he ran, ran far from the battlefields and abandoned the war to find his village and tell his mother and father what had happened. They would mourn Mateo together and journey somewhere far, somewhere safer together. Only he didn’t make it back to the village where he was born, not before hearing the news that it had been burned down in the war and there had not been a single survivor. 

Overcome with grief and loss at losing every member of his family, Lucas tried to keep the words of the angel in his mind as he now sought for passage far out of the country instead. When he found a ship to Europe paid for by a man who believed himself a prophet of the one true God, Lucas begged to join him and his followers. He told them of the angel who’d spoken to him and of the monster who had attacked him and they explained that he needed saving from the possibility of becoming the same monster. They welcomed him on the journey and into the cult, so long as he agreed to be their protector. So long as he wore a special amulet that they procured for him, one that would prevent him from ever turning into a lycan again unless they needed him to. If the gifts of the wolf made Mateo so confident that he had gone recklessly to his death, then they were surely a curse. So Lucas agreed. It would take months before they made it to Italy, and in those months Lucas had been molded into their perfect follower and worshipper but also substantially weakened from the power of the amulet that sapped away all his strength and health. Still, in his eyes, they had saved him. They had saved him from grief, misery, loneliness and the same fate as Mateo.

When the cult made it to Italy, Lucas had weakened so much that he would walk with a cane. But the wolves of Rome knew him to be one of their own, and curious as to why he was so weak they approached and asked what had become of him. The weakened lycan only explained that he had been saved. Eventually the Arno pack convinced him otherwise, and Lucas remembered the pride and the joy of the stories of the children of Xolotl. He did more research and learned of the wolves in legends all around the world: Chechnya, Fenrir, Lycaon and so many more. Wolves were symbols of power, strength, independence for generations and cultures everywhere. They were godlike, touched by the divine. When Lucas took off his amulet, he remembered the words of the alpha in Mexico - that he would know pain and power. He remembered Mateo promising that they would be wild and free. He remembered the suffering of his parents and his people, how they had all been unfairly oppressed. Lucas ran. He ran, but the cult had found him with the other lycans that they had also captured. They sought to save him again, to heal him, for he was one of their greatest assets in plans that Lucas was not aware of. But when the man he had once seen as his savior and prophet came to him, Lucas broke out of his human skin and roared with defiance. They had taken advantage of a broken, grieving man and tried to destroy him for their own benefit, for their God. So Lucas would show them the wrath of another god instead.

White robes stained with blood, and the lycan’s maw. His rage and all the strength coming back to Lucas in a maddening rush set him upon the entirety of his cult and each of the lycans that they had also enslaved to try to recapture him. He found them all and he consumed their hearts in a frenzy of bloodlust and power, both human and supernatural, believing that he was liberating them. The rush of power that came from those lycans he consumed and becoming a volatile only served to make Lucas that much madder. He was alone, and with no one to stop him came a growing insanity. Lucas would ravage Europe for years to come, finding innocents to turn into lycans and eating the hearts of any of those who would dare try to stop him. He believed that he was meant to be immortal as Gods were, and he learned consuming the hearts of his own was the way to become as close to a god as he could be. But eventually another angel would come to him. Lucas would learn that there was no such thing as angels, but the Seraphim would take his blade anyway and make him mortal once more. It was then that Lucas began to think, to step out of the fog of bloodlust and power and remember who he had once been. A son, a brother, a soldier of righteousness. 

But he was also now a monster, and because of all the horror that he had committed he was forever changed. The curious young boy with dreams was gone, in his place was a man forever thirsting for the wildness and freedom that he and his brother had spoke of in Mexico. He could only find it in himself to regret the deaths of his own lycans in his time as a volatile. With that small penance in his heart, Lucas returned to the place that had once liberated him from the hands of cult worshippers and he proved himself to the Arno Pack of Rome, desperate to serve them. But Lucas held on to the belief of lycan superiority and he itched for the day when they could all be free from the shackles that society bound them with. Revolution had shed his blood in Mexico, and it was forever a part of him now. When the Arno pack was dissolved by The Harbinger and the Lupo pack was created to destroy the Senate, Lucas would be one of the first in line to fight. For the second time revolution called to him, and for the second time Lucas would recklessly run into the battlefield.

personality

+ independent, robust, ardent – shortsighted, egotistic, reckless

played by dany. est. She/her.

#the fanatic #takenm #takenlycn #takenc