#alondra speaks

[boyfeminism]

anyways alondra wrote a very good response paper on memory <3 her analysis of the literature and also her tie in to a game with relatively similar themes was good

#speaking #there was one line that was extra good but i dont recall it #alondra

[spookyboywhump]

seven and thirty-three for the ask game?

7. which ocs would feel super out of place at a formal event? which ocs are completely fine with it?

Despite seven years of being dragged to them, Zander never feels in place at formal events, in fact he actually feels more out of place at them after being rescued because he’s not used to being there as a real guest, only a pet. He typically tries to get out of going all together or tries to find a way to leave early because the whole situation makes him uncomfortable. He also really hates dressing for formal occasions and only will if he absolutely has to.

Also, Wren, but Wren feels out of place. Pretty much everywhere. Formal events are just extra stressful for him, he’s extra critical of all his behaviors, he’s not a fan.

On the other hand, characters like Cain, Nicholas or Vanessa are completely fine with it. Nicholas and Vanessa generally like getting to socialize with people at these kind of events, and Cain is just so accustomed to them, he’s practically been trained on how to behave and how to present himself, at best he’ll enjoy himself and at worst he’ll consider it a minor inconvenience and waste of his time.

33. which ocs can speak multiple languages? how many can they speak?

For some reason several of my oc’s are multilingual. Wren especially has a talent for picking up languages, he’s near fluent in Spanish and he is learning mandarin, as well as ASL. Cain isn’t fluent but he also speaks a passable amount of Spanish. Alondra’s first language was Spanish so she’s fluent in both that and English, the same goes for Leon. Alexei’s first language was Russian but he also speaks English and now communicates almost entirely through ASL. Zander is one of the only ones who really can’t speak more than English, though he also learns ASL later on and while he doesn’t speak it, he does understand a lot of Spanish just from growing up with Alondra.

#me a bitch who speaks exactly one language: look at all my multilingual oc’s :D #oc stuff #wren #zander #cain #Nicholas #Vanessa #Alexei #Leon #Alondra #anonymous

[im-a-marvel-ous-hoe]

Baby, Please Come Home | Bucky Barnes (1st Day of 🎄)

(Credits to the owner of this gif!)

Hello hello hello! Alondra here! I haven’t written anything in a long time, so I apologize if this is shit lol I’m doin a 12 days of Christmas sort of thing and I’m praying that this doesn’t flop 😅

Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics! ✨

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“Merry Christmas, doll.” I heard Bucky’s voice through the phone, his tone in a slightly higher pitch than usual. I smiled to myself as I sat down on the couch, startling Alpine for a moment as she was just starting to fall asleep. She yawned and stretched out her little white paws in front of me, her claws peaking out as she started to climb onto my lap. The princess has spoken. Looks like I’m gonna be stuck here for a little while.

“Merry Christmas, Bucky.” I spoke. The realization that we’re not spending Christmas together this year comes fluttering to the front of my mind no matter how much I've tried to ignore it these past few weeks. The only sense of warmth I have of him in our house is some old shirts he left behind and our baby Alpine. She’s quiet and craves cuddles, just like her dad. “It uh… it doesn’t sound as good on the phone as I was hoping than in person, does it?” He chuckled out, trying to find a way to lighten the mood. I shook my head, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't see me. “No, it does not.” I replied, clutching my phone close to my ear trying to imagine that he’s here right in front of me and his voice isn’t so staticy.

“You want to say hi to Alpine? She’s right here.” I looked down at the small animal on my lap as my hand began softly scratching her head. “Of course I do! Put her on.” I placed my phone on the arm rest and pressed the speaker button on my screen. “You’re on speaker, baby.” I heard him shuffling on the other end of the line before speaking up. “Alpine? You there?” The cat’s ears turned up and looked towards my phone. “You takin’ good care of your momma?”

She stood up and leaned closer to my phone, inspecting it. It’s like I could see the cogwheels in her head turn as she wondered how she could hear her dad’s voice if he wasn’t here. “She’s been keeping me company.” I smiled and heard him laugh on the other end. “Really?” He said. I could almost picture him smiling. “Yeah! We’re best buddies now. We have so many intellectual conversations.”

“I can’t wait to see it in person. I gotta get Sam to help me figure out how to take a video so I can just do it without messing up when I get home.” I chuckled at the thought of poor Sam having to deal with Bucky’s lack of phone knowledge and the constant bickering they’re bound to have. I swear, sometimes he really does act like a 100-somethin’ year old man. “Sergeant Barnes, you are something else.”

“Hey, you know I still have trouble understanding! I didn’t grow up with this kind of thing.”

“Then how is it that my grandmother is able to figure out Facebook better than you?” I laughed as he grumbled. “Your grandma had more time to figure it out! It’s not my fault she’s hip.”

I could just imagine what his face looks like right now. His eyebrows are probably scrunched up, his gaze is on the floor and his lips are pouty and just waiting to be kissed. I let out a chuckle and looked around our house. The decorations were put up soon after Thanksgiving. We played Christmas music in the background as we both decorated our tree, Alpine seeming to think this is another place for her to climb and make hers. Once Bucky put the star on top, everything just felt perfect, even though I knew I wouldn’t see him on the day of. “I’m really sorry that I wasn’t able to be there this year.” He said. “I tried my best to – ”

“Bucky, don’t worry about it. It’s okay, I completely understand. Our line of work doesn’t exactly allow us to have vacations, sort to speak. I’m not holding it against you.”

“I know, doll, but still. I thought I would at least be home for Christmas.”

“I know, baby, I know but there’s nothing else we can do about it. We’re in two different places and flights are backed up, so I guess we’ll just have to make due with what we’ve got.” I could feel tiny vibrations on my leg as Alpine purred against me, my hand not stopping to show her love. She seems content. He sighed and spoke up once again. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

I smiled. “I know you will.”

He cleared his throat as if he was trying to mask the sound of something. “Bucky… was that.. were you in a – ”

“Baby, did you get the thing that I sent you yet?” He cut me off as I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Um.. no, no I haven’t. I haven’t gotten anything.” He let out a groan. “No? Are you sure? FedEx promised me it would arrive in time for Christmas.” Alpine leaned in closer to my hand as I scratched the top of her head. “Doll, can you please do me a favor and keep an eye out for it? It could be arriving any minute.” I smiled to myself as I nodded. “Okay, I will.”

“I wanna hear as you see what I got you for Christmas.” I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Bucky, you know I will love whatever you got me, but what I really want is you and I don’t think FedEx can send people over like that.” He let out a laugh. “Maybe they’d let me if Steve was to put in a good word.”

“You’re such an idiot.” I laughed and Alpine stirred in my lap, a quiet reminder for me to not move or else she’s gone and she’s the only thing in this house keeping me company. I could hear him huffing on the other line as I tried to figure out what he’s doing. “Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“Where are you?”

“What do you mean where am I? You know where I’m at.”

“No, I mean are you outside? I could hear you huffin’ and puffin’. Are you trying to keep warm?”

“Maybe there’s another reason why you can hear me breathin’ so hard. I’m talkin’ to a pretty girl on the phone and she misses me just as much as I miss her.”

I stayed silent for a moment as I processed his words and gasped. You cheeky little fucker. “James!” My outburst along with Bucky’s laugh startled Alpine once more as she got up and left. “No! Kitty come back!” I could hear him practically wheezing in the background as she left to God knows where in our house. “What happened?”

“You made me scare Alpine out of my lap!” I whined as he continued to laugh at my expense. “Hey, you were the one who got the joke late and yelled, scaring our poor baby Alpine! That’s not my fault!”

“It is too! If you hadn’t made that joke, I wouldn’t have reacted that way!” I’m sure my face must be red from embarrassment as he continued on. “And to answer your question, with no hidden dirty jokes, I went out for a walk. I couldn’t stay in that hotel with Sam trying to find ways to decorate my arm with holiday decorations. Note to self, don’t let Sam buy tinsel and say it’s for the “tree at the Stark Tower”.”

I smiled at the thought of Steve being in the middle of these two teasing each other like children and not knowing which side he should take. Hearing his voice, even if it’s not crystal clear, makes me forget for a moment that he’s not here. There’s almost this sort of echo in the house that really makes you feel like you’re alone. It still breaks my heart, but I wouldn’t tell him to make him feel even worse about it. He’s trying his best and that’s all I could really hope for.

But I do wish he was here. Wherever Bucky goes, that’s home.

“Hey, I’m gonna take a wild guess here and say that you didn’t take the trash cans in like I asked you to.”

I was silent for a moment as I thought about what he said. “You didn’t, did you?” I shook my head and spoke. “Um no, I’m pretty sure I did.” I tried to lie and pretend like I didn’t forget, which in fact I know I did.

“Oh, really? Hmm… are you sure? ‘Cause something is telling me that you forgot.” I smiled and leaned back more into the couch and got comfortable. “I know I tend to be forgetful, but I’m pretty sure I already took them in.” I heard him chuckle. “Alright, alright I’ll believe you. I know you wouldn’t lie to me, baby..”

“Trying to put the guilt trip on me even when you’re not here, baby?” I laughed and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. “I’m just stating the facts.. oh, hey, one second! I’m getting another call. I’ll be right back.” I waited for him as he placed me on hold and began to browse through Netflix to look for some good Christmas films to watch.

Before I could go to my suggestion list, I heard the doorbell ring.

“Weird, wrong number…” I heard his voice once again as he took me off hold. “Hey, I just heard the doorbell ring.” I spoke as I went to stand up. “It’s probably FedEx. Go check it out and take me with you!” I stood up, grabbed my phone and went to go and find a sweater to quickly put on. “Just uh do me a favor.” He requested. “Sure, baby. What is it?”

“I know you’re lonely at home, but try not to check out the delivery man too much, okay? Even if he is very handsome.” I laughed and shook my head. “Ohh, I don’t know Barnes. I gotta see what kind of a package I’m lookin’ at here.” I joked as he laughed. I walked over to the front door and opened it. My body stood still as my phone fell out of my hands.

“Delivery, for Mrs. – ” Before he could even finish the sentence, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me. I could feel and hear him laughing against me as his arms embraced me tighter into him. I could feel the cold air from outside come into the house, but I didn’t care. He was warm and he was standing at our doorstep.

He pulled me back so he could look at me and I could see a sheen of tears in his baby blues as he leaned down for a kiss. Both hands cupped my cheeks as he held me in place, his cold lips meeting my own. He’s grown out his stubble and it lightly tickled my top lip. I reached my hands up to tug at his hair and felt him smile against me as soft moans of content left his mouth. He pulled away too soon for my liking and looked down at me and laughed.

“Did ya miss me, doll?” I pulled him in for another kiss as he mumbled against my lips. “I can hardly tell.” His metal hand moved a strand of hair away from my face as he continued to smile at me. “But… how are you here? You’re supposed to be in – ”

“I know I know but we managed to finish the mission early and catch a flight. Turns out, Steve doesn’t mind using the Captain America card to get on a plane while running late.” He chuckled. He rubbed small circles on my cheek as I leaned into him. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” He leaned in to grant me one more kiss before pulling away to make a comment. “I know it seems hard to believe, but I made you a promise that I will try to be home for Christmas and I keep my promises… unlike someone I know who didn’t bring in the trash cans.”

Fuck…

“Oops? You’re not upset, right?” I asked as he shook his head. “No, baby I’m not upset. I could care less about them. I’ve just gone and gave myself the best present a guy could ask for… the love of his life, crying and cheeks reddened in his arms, clinging to him with all the might they can muster..” He laughed as he held me against him.

“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere… now let’s get inside, get a warm drink and see if we can warm ourselves up with each other.” He winked as I playfully slapped his arm. “Let’s go surprise Alpine.”

“Ahh! That’s right!” He walked in and yelled out. “Alpine? Daddy’s home! Where are you sweetheart?” I closed the door behind us and smiled at the thought of him finally being home. He took off his jacket just as she came out from wherever she was hiding. He crouched down as she walked up to welcome him home. “Hey, you. Ya missed me?” He chuckled as he looked up at me.

“Doll?”

“Yeah?” He smiled up at me, his cheeks rosy as he uttered, “Merry Christmas.”

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I hope y’all liked it! Please let me know your thoughts! Likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #christmas imagine #Bucky Barnes christmas #Bucky Barnes Christmas imagine #12 days of christmas #12 days of ficmas #please go easy on me #i haven't written in so long #i hope y'all like it #✨🎄✨🎄

[tw-inkl-e-tit-s]

✩-Too Late-✩

A/N: Sorry, this is so short lol also I was trying to make it sadder.

Pairing: Miguel Cazarez Mora x fem!reader

Warnings: Cussing, and Angst

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Miguel lay on his bed, bored out of his mind. Not knowing what else to do he decided to listen to his fans and start a live since they have been on his ass about the lack of content lately. He walked to his bathroom to brush his hair and put it in a low ponytail, He then put on a hat. Before he set his phone up he decided to post something on his story about going live. He scrolled through Instagram for a little before he found his way onto tiktok, He was looking at your account, Admiring your beauty. "How can she be that gorgeous." He thought.

A notification popped up on his phone screen immediately grabbing his attention, "masonthamesofficial has posted on their story!" He clicked the notification and watched the video. "Hey y/n/n!" Mason yelled as he ran up to you, "What Mason?" You asked not noticing the camera in his hand. "I have a present for you," He giggled, You cocked a brow. "What is it?" Before you could blink you were being soaked by water guns from both sides. Madeleine and Brooke could be heard laughing as well as Mason who was stepping back to film the scene- also trying not to get wet- "Fuck you, Mason-" Miguel busted out laughing as the video ended, swiping up on the story and sending laughing emoji's (let's be honest he speaks emoji) He then sent the video to his sister Alondra who he knew would get a kick out of- since you and she are besties -Mason had replied with skull emoji's and said that Miguel should come up to visit.

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"Do I have six toes?" He laughed and shook his head, "No I do not have six toes." He continued to look threw all the questions his fans sent him, Most of them being about him and y/n. Miguel didn't know how to work shit on live so it was a mess, "Oh, Mason joined!" He smiled. He accidentally clicked on a question, "What? oh," He began to read the comment out loud "Miguel and y/n-" he stopped and smiled at the question, he deleted it and moved on. "y/n is beside me," Mason wrote, Miguel's face flushed red as he tried to hide his smile "what is my favorite drink? Dr. Pepper." he scrolled down a few more before getting a notification saying mason wanted to join the live. He felt nervous as y/n was with Mason, "Maybe she went home." he thought as he clicked on the accept button, Mason popped up on the screen standing on a counter with sunglasses on and a hairbrush in his hand.

"Uhh, you good bro?" Miguel asked laughing, Mason just stood there and everybody was sending laughing and skull emoji's in the comments. All of a sudden 'My milkshake' starts playing and Mason starts singing and dancing on the counter. Miguel was in tears at this point just laughing, "what the fuck is wrong with my friend" He thought. "Mason where is my hairbrush!!" Miguel froze as he heard your voice on the other side of the screen. Mason stopped and looked at you, You stood there looking breathtaking as always. "Gimme my shit back bro!" you yelled as you tried to grab the brush, "No!" Mason laughed as he held the brush above his head. "Fine, I'll be back, but I won't be unarmed." you ran off into Brooke's room out of breath. "Jeuse you good?" she asked, you shook your head no. "Mason took my hairbrush and I need it back." she got up and ran to the kitchen where she saw Mason singing into y/n's hairbrush in front of the phone.

She grabbed the Nerf gun and shot him, y/n grabbed her hairbrush that fell to the ground. "Ugh y/n what do you even need it for, you're hair is fine." He groaned as he got up, "I'm going on a date, I need to do my hair." Everybody's face dropped. Including Miguels, He felt sick and sad, angry at himself for not asking you out sooner. He quickly ended the live and threw his phone on his bed. The smile on her face when she said it, He should be making her smile like that, Not somebody else. Mason knew how much Miguel liked y/n and he was trying to get them together. He looked at his phone and saw that the live ended, He looked down and sighed. "I'm happy for you y/n/n" You smiled and walked away. He just knew Miguel was blaming himself for this right now. But Miguel knew he was too late.

#list: @istgpleaseshutup @bonezisdeded @weehelers @brokenphonewires @deadghosy @shreksmilk

#✩🎸Miguel Cazarez Mora🎸✩

[guess-my-next-obsession]

love in the time of covid: chapter one

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

chapter rating: M (alternating POV, mentions of past relationships, age gap <10 years, mentions of past substance abuse, frankie being sickeningly cute w reader)

word count: 3.1k

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“Any luck with that delivery girl?” Santi asked while on Facetime with Frankie.

“It’s only been a week,” Frankie reminded, embarrassed by the amount of take-out boxes littering his coffee table.

“Be honest—how much have you spent so far?” Santi asked with a chuckle, Frankie giving him a guilty look before switching the camera around to show him the impressive collection of trash. “Jesus!”

“I know,” he sighed and flipped the camera back around, wiping over his face with his palm. “I feel like this isn’t normal. This is like…incredibly unhealthy, right?”

“Well,” Santi shrugged and let out a chuckle. “In terms of what we’re used to dealing with from you, this is relatively normal.”

“Fair,” he chuckled and let out a congested cough, the one huff of air turning into a series of wheezing.

“You alright there, pal?”

“Yeah, just slowly accepting death.” Frankie reached for his sports drink, taking a sip to ease his throat before speaking again. “Hey, how’d everything go with the move? Is your hyna settled in?”

“Aye pues,” he chuckled and Frankie grinned at his friends blush.

“What? She’s not your girlfriend?” He asked while taking another sip.

“Taking it slow. Whatever that means.”

“I think it means she wants to take it slow.”

“Yes, let me listen to Frankie Morales about relationship advice.” He chided sarcastically, earning a wheezed laugh from his friend.

“Yeah, I do have a winning track record, don’t you know?” Frankie smiled at his own sarcasm, knowing just how unlucky in love he was. The only good thing to come from it was his little girl—who he wouldn’t be able to see again for seven more days at least.

“You talk to Viviana?” Frankie scoffed at the mention of his ex, the two of them having only spoken for Alondra’s sake since the split.

“Told her I had Covid and that I’d have to skip weekends with Alondra the next week. She wasn’t happy about that because her and her new man were supposed to be going to Miami this weekend.” Santi scoffed.

“Have you met this guy?”

“No.” Frankie was trying to hide his irritation at his ex’s sudden romance—the one that overlapped with their own.

“You think she brings him around Alondra?”

He didn’t want to think about that. Another man replacing him in the relationship? Fine. Another man acting like Alondra’s father? Hell no.

“His kid goes to the same daycare as Alondra, but I really hope she’s not bringing him around the house. That was one of the only things I asked her for. I’m all for her going off and finding her happiness and shit, but I don’t want her roping Alondra into it, you know?” Santi nodded and opened his mouth to speak but Frankie’s doorbell ringing cut him off. “Oh, wait. That’s my delivery.”

“Unbelievable,” he chuckled from his spot on Frankie’s couch, the phone left face down on the cushion while Frankie slipped on his mask and walked over to the door.

His heart fell to his feet at the sight of her waiting patiently on the other side of the door with a white plastic bag reading, “Thank You🙂” in hand. He practically whipped the door open, his eyes crinkling from the wideness of his grin as he greeted her.

•••

“Hey,” he smiled at you, shocking you with his good memory when he spoke your name.

“Frankie Morales, apartment 507. How’s Covid been treating you?” You greeted him with a smile hidden beneath your mask, excited to see him again after a week of fantasizing.

You weren’t sure what it was. He was just a guy in an apartment—you interacted with at least fifteen of them a day with this job. He shouldn’t have been anything special, anything that would make you fantasize like this. Except…he was.

Maybe it was his messy head of brown curls that lay over his forehead, begging to be pushed back and combed through with your fingers. It could’ve been those equally brown eyes that pulled you in, your heart sinking into them like a vat of warm molasses. Or perhaps it had nothing to do with his dreamy features at all, and maybe it had everything to do with the way he spoke to you like an actual human rather than a servant—the kindness he showed you all too rare in this industry.

Whatever it was, you were hooked. And seeing him now only proved that it wasn’t going away anytime soon. Maybe this time you’d find enough courage to ask for his phone number.

“Covid is as miserable as they say it is. Hopefully this takes a little bit off my karma,” he joked, a soft chuckle finding its way from your chest to your lips.

Oh, how you wanted to see his smile, the crinkles around his eyes the only tell that he was enjoying this as much as you were.

“At least you seem to have a healthy appetite,” you gestured behind him at the coffee table, a sigh of embarrassment leaving his lips as he turned back to look at it.

“Sorry, if I would’ve known it would be you delivering my food rather than Jeremy H., I would’ve cleaned up.” You laughed again—right until his eyes met yours again. Then, you were too flustered to do anything but blush. “Have you been doing okay?”

“Yeah, thank you for asking. No one really asks me that.” You chuckled, shocked by this strangers kindness. “Uh, yeah. Been trying to find a real job, but grad school’s taking up most of my time these days.”

“Grad school, huh?” He crossed his arms, seemingly getting comfortable for the conversation.

“Yeah, aerospace engineering.” You shrugged nonchalantly, his eyebrows raising in response. “I know, I know. A nerd.”

“No, I think it’s funny. I’m a pilot, actually. Well, was—working on getting my license back.” You wanted to ask more about that, but judging by the way the crinkles in his eyes went away, you could tell the topic was enough to rid him of his smile.

“So…Frankie Morales, apartment 507, has an impressive hankering for el pastor, knows how to fly planes. Super uninteresting.” You teased sarcastically, bringing his smile back.

“And you,” he repeated your first name. “Deliverer of el pastor and aspiring aerospace engineer. Also super uninteresting.” He shot you a wink, your eyes lowering to the ground as you fought away your blush. “This might…might ruin this fun thing we’ve got going on where I order too many tacos and you bring me them—which I love, by the way—but, uh…c-could I possibly get your phone number?”

“Yes!” You eagerly replied, his head tilting in amused surprise. “Sorry, that was way too eager.”

“Eager doesn’t bother me.” Your eyes locked for a moment, a chuckle leaving both of your lips at the tension you felt between you.

“Anyways,” you handed him his food before pulling out your phone, asking for his number and then texting it so that he could save it later on. “Well, enjoy those tacos for me. I should go grab some myself.”

“Oh, do you just want to take these? I—if I’m being completely honest, I’m sort of sick of them.” He chuckled nervously as he handed you the bag, your lips parted in shock at his gesture.

“W-why order them, then?” You hesitantly accepted the bag after he insisted.

“Well, I—I guess I was hoping to see you again. But haven’t had much luck, as you can see from the amount of trash littering my house.” He chuckled and tucked his hands in the pockets of his jeans, shrugging. “But your fellow Dasher Jeremy H. and I have become great friends.”

“Can’t believe I’ve got food delivery competition. Have you been giving him five stars, too?” You asked playfully, Frankie’s head shaking and his hand resting over his heart.

“Nope, I swear those are only for you.”

Jesus, this guy.

“Well, good. Jeremy H. isn’t nearly as cute or good at conversations as me.” He laughed and nodded.

“No, he isn’t.” There he went again, making your stomach flutter. “Well, I don’t want to keep you from stealing any orders from Jeremy H.. But, uh, maybe we can Facetime later? And you can give me your opinions on the food?”

“Yeah, I’d really like that, Frankie.” He looked away shyly and nodded before sucking in a breath.

“Alright, well…I should get back to my Facetime call with my friend. He’s probably going to thoroughly embarrass me in front of you if I don’t hurry up—“

“He sleeps with socks on!” You chuckled at the sound of his friend’s voice coming from his phone, Frankie sighing and pointing backwards.

“Yep. Just like that.”

“Well, you don’t mind eagerness and I don’t mind sock-sleeping. Perfect match.” He smiled at you again, or at least that’s what it looked like. “Have fun getting better. And don’t let him pick on you too much for your sleeping habits.”

“I’ll try not to,” he chuckled as you walked down the staircase to the ground floor of his complex, taking your mask off and shooting him an uncovered smile over your shoulder, shocked to see him doing the same. With a bitten lip, you hopped in your car and tried not to daydream about him too much. Though, you knew yourself well enough to ever think that would be possible.

•••

Frankie was in the middle of watching Once Upon A Time In Hollywood, wrapped up in a blanket to try and soothe the chills and muscle aches that had just set in when she Facetimed him. Blowing his nose, he tried to make himself look half-presentable before answering the call, grinning when he saw her smiling face.

“Am I interrupting anything?” She asked with a sweet voice, a voice that he could imagine stirring him awake in the mornings and soothing him to sleep at night.

“Just watching a movie and trying not to think about being sick,” he joked, earning a light chuckle. “How are you? Was the rest of your day pretty easy?”

“Well, after leaving your place, I ate the tacos—great, by the way.” He nodded and gave her a look of pride. “But then I had a customer throw her smoothie on me because it was runnier than usual.”

“Plot twist, she was only ordering in hopes of seeing Jeremy H.,” she giggled at that, his chest swelling with pride at the sound he was able to draw from her. “I’m sorry that people suck.”

“It’s okay,” she shrugged but he shook his head.

“No, it isn’t.” He watched her give him a tender look, his palm itching to splay out on her cheek.

“You’re right. It isn’t.” She breathed out something along the lines of a laugh, her eyes looking away from the screen for a moment. “So…I’m trying to figure out why someone like you is still single. Coming up short.”

Frankie let out a small laugh as he tried to think of a way to word his past without scaring her off immediately. He had plenty of skeletons in his closet, and if they all fell out at once, no one in their right mind would be able to handle it.

“Well,” he chuckled, eyes flickering to his lap. “Guess I don’t really have a good knack for finding things that are good for me. Or if they’re good, they never seem to stay that way.”

“I get that,” she spoke softly, as though she was trying to earn the trust of a skiddish animal. Perhaps she was.

“I, uh, was engaged a month and a half-ish ago. But, truthfully it hadn’t been a real relationship for almost two years.” He watched her reactions carefully, ready to stop sharing at any point if she appeared to get uncomfortable with the subject, but he was only met with an understanding nod and a softened look. “I have a kid—a baby. She’s nine months old. Anyways, she was a surprise, but we stayed together for her sake. But that ended for the best. Haven’t really thought about getting back out there until…”

“Until you met the world’s most competent DoorDash driver.” He chuckled and nodded, delightfully surprised at how well she was handling his past. “Well, I’m very proud of you for not settling. For choosing yourself. I’m sure your baby girl will be very thankful it happened early on rather than later down the road.”

“Yeah,” he smiled softly, feeling cozy and not at all from the blanket wrapped around him. It was her. Her voice, her humor, the way she strung a sentence together. “What about you? Why hasn’t the world’s most competent DoorDash driver been taken off the market yet?”

“The market is horseshit,” she chided with a dry tone, earning a laugh from him. “I don’t know. Men are so…not it.”

Another laugh. She was good at that.

“Yeah, we’re not great.”

“Nope,” she giggled and he felt his heart race. “Besides, I find it really hard to click with guys. Like, I’m not an idiot, you know? I’m not gonna pretend to be ditzy and cute to make them feel superior, and that usually is the nail in the coffin for my dates.”

“I like how smart you are. I feel like I can have a conversation with you—a mutually interested conversation, you know?” She faked a yawn and he let out a gasped laugh of shock, her giggles filling the room. “You know what? I take it back.”

“Ya know, I really like talking to you, Frankie.” Her confession quieted his laughter, his eyes softening as he looked into hers through the screen. “It feels easy.”

“It does,” he agreed with a smile. “I like how much you make me laugh.”

“I like making you laugh.”

God, his heart was already pounding on the inside of his chest, demanding to be set free so that it could go to its rightful home—the palm of her hands.

“Hey, when I’m Covid free next week, would you maybe want to go on a socially distanced date? We can go to the park, wear our masks. Try to have a normal-ish time in this very not normal world?” She bit her lip, her grin bringing the slightest of dimples in her cheeks as she nodded.

“I’d really like that.” He let out an exhale of relief, for the first time in a long time feeling excited about the future. “But until then, promise me we’ll keep having these Facetimes. I…really like talking to you. I feel like there’s so much I could pick your brain about.”

“Same here.” The pair found themselves staring at each other for a few seconds in comfortable silence, this new and budding friendship making them both feel giddy in a way they hadn’t been used to. “Starting with…what on earth made you want to be an aerospace engineer?”

“Well,” she chuckled and looked mildly embarrassed. “It’s gonna sound silly, but I watched Iron Man when it came out—I think I was like…14? Anyways, I just thought engineering was so cool, but I didn’t want to do the normal shit. And I’ve always had an affinity for space, so…it all just clicked.”

“You’re so cool.” He couldn’t help but to tell her that. He really did find her so interesting and…cool. Whatever that word meant, she was it. “So you’re wanting to go into NASA or something like that?”

“Hopefully! I interned at a Boeing factory last summer and decided that it was too…I don’t know. Too corporate for me. But the year before that, I volunteered at a STEM Camp for high schoolers and one of the guest speakers was from NASA, and it felt like a better fit. But I’ve got to finish my grad degree first before I can even think of applying to one of their programs.” He could listen to her talk about this all day long, her passion for her career matching his own. “What about you? Have you always wanted to be a pilot?”

“Pretty much,” he smiled at her ability to bring him back into the conversation. “I grew up in a Latino household and we never really had a ton of money to go on planes and all that, but I remember my first plane ride was when I was ten. I just got such a high being in the air. Sat by the window and pretended that it was me flying the thing, and ever since then I’ve been hooked.”

“You mentioned getting your license back?” She asked, and he could sense her hesitation in bringing it up.

“Yeah, I, uh…got into a little bit of trouble about a year ago.” He scratched the scruffy beard on his chin, debating on whether or not to tell her the whole story.

“Frankie, you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, but I just want to tell you that I’m a very understanding person. I’m not easily scared off by skeletons and ghosts from the past. I care more about the you that’s in front of me presently—and he seems pretty great.” He bit his lip to try and hide the smitten grin trying to grow on his face—one that would give away just how into her he really was.

“Well,” he took a deep breath, putting all of his pride aside in the name of honesty. “I’ve struggled with addiction, and I got drug tested…so, bye-bye license. But, uh, I’ve been sober since then. Since the baby arrived, I just…I don’t see it being an issue anymore. When it was just me, it was easy to be destructive like that, but…not anymore. I don’t want her to grow up without a dad, or worse, with a dad who’s a deadbeat.”

“Thank you for trusting me with that,” she gave him a gentle smile, one that assured him his admission hadn’t shaken her. “And I’m very proud of you for choosing sobriety. I come from a long line of addicts, so…I know exactly how difficult it is to beat.”

“You’re sickeningly likable, do you know that? Like…nauseating, really.” She laughed and flipped her hair over her shoulder, making him chuckle. “I’m glad we met.”

“I’m glad we met too.”

He needed to sleep, he could feel it in his aching bones and dry eyes, but god, did he wish he could force himself to stay awake just to hear her go on about anything. But, the sleep was beating his heart’s desire, a yawn slipping from his lips.

“You should get some rest, Mr. Covid.” He smiled and nodded, his eyes studying her pretty face for a little bit longer. “Feel free to call me or text me in the morning, okay?”

“I will,” he nodded and took a deep breath. “Thank you for…being you.”

“What a sap,” she teased. “Thank you for being so open with me. You’re a breath of fresh air, Frankie Morales, apartment 507.”

“Goodnight, querida.”

“Goodnight, handsome.”

•••

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[m0gelf]

No. 15 from the ask game!! Drop the Flores lore

15. How does your self insert oc play a role in the plot of the story? Do they help directly defeat the villain, support the heroes, etc.?

Mai

His main role is to act as support to the group, specifically being the healer! (Although he also proclaimed himself the Sera's guardian teehee)

In the second game, he becomes a primary antagonist like Heat.

Flores

He doesn't appear directly since he had already died by that time (speaking of the cinematics of 5 years before the events of the game) but he was just another nurse, mainly in charge of Alondra/Real Cielo's physical health!

#Mai factos / lore #Flores factos / lore #belerath stuff #ddsat oc #dds oc #THXX 4 DA ASSKKK🫶🫶🫶🫂🫂

[mrsmiagreer]

Speaking of…since i’m obsessed with her.

I present to you, Alondra✨

#picrew is my best friend fr #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted anton #redacted anton’s listener #mia makes a statement

[gatheringbones]

[“Prison activists in a variety of locales criticized behavior-modification programs for women, objecting to both their involuntary character and their harmful consequences. At stake was the propensity of corrections officials to enlist biomedical knowledge and practice in the service of quelling dissent and eroding constitutional safeguards for prisoners’ rights.

Medical humanities scholar Jonathan Metzl has shown that cultural and political discourses about racial protest were imprinted on medical diagnoses of mental illness in the 1960s and 1970s, and “new ‘psychochemical’ technologies of control merged with concerns about the ‘uncontrolled’ nature of urban unrest.” As activists involved with the black liberation, Puerto Rican independence, antiwar, and Red Power and Brown Power movements were sent to jails and prisons on charges linked to their political activities, prison administrators registered an acute sense of concern that prisoner dissent was aided and abetted by imprisoned radicals and the larger social movements with which they were affiliated.

For example, the warden of McNeil Island Federal Penitentiary in Washington State, speaking at a 1969 meeting of the American Correctional Association, identified the “fomenters” of what he called the “new rebellion” as “former prisoners, militants, far-out liberals, subversives, and even a few clergymen, educators, and social workers.” Prison administrators identified special control units (which in some cases were called “alternative program units”) and attendant behavior-modification regimens as a frontline strategy for suppressing dissent. Black, Latina/o, and indigenous prisoner organizers were routinely targeted for isolation and treatment. Prison psychiatrists underwrote the expansion of these practices by investing control units with medical expertise. As sensory deprivation, psychotropic drugs, and electroconvulsive shock therapy eclipsed the psychoanalytic and education-based approaches that had predominated in the 1950s, they “muddled commonplace distinctions between what constituted punishment, rehabilitation, and torture.”

Behavior modification contributed to what the sociologist Alondra Nelson refers to as the “biologization of violence” in the late 1960s and early 1970s. In 1967, psychiatrist Frank Ervin and neurosurgeons William Sweet and Vernon Mark, all affiliated with the Boston-based Neuro-Research Foundation, argued in the Journal of the American Medical Association that, in addition to the structural inequalities that spurred the black urban uprisings of the mid-1960s, “brain disease” was also to blame for “urban violence.”

In 1971, these proponents and practitioners of psychosurgery received a combined total of $600,000 ($3.6 million in today’s dollars) from the National Institute for Mental Health and the Department of Justice’s Law Enforcement Assistance Administration to “develop a way to identify and control persons who commit ‘senseless’ violence, as well as those ‘who are constantly at odds with the law for minor crimes, assaults and constantly in and out of jail.’” That same year, Boston newspapers reported that geneticists from Massachusetts General Hospital had collected fingerprints and blood samples from selected women prisoners at MCI-Framingham as part of a screening program designed to detect women’s genetic capacity for violence.”]

emily l. thuma, from all our trials: prisons, policing, and the feminist fight to end violence, 2019

#emily l. thuma #currently reading #history stuff #terra preta

[desert-bluffs-and-me]

WTNV quick review - 110 - Matryoshka

Staring Hal Lublin as the voice of Steve Carlsberg.

Wanna see more of the reviews? Go over your fave episode perhaps? Track down some vague info you kinda recall and think it's probably from around this or that part? Click here!

I once was lost, but now am fine with that. Welcome to Night Vale.

In this episode, Cecil's usual segments are interjected with Steve speaking to a crowd at the Hall of Public Records to help validate the existence of the angels.

He says that he heard the broadcast from Huntokar (although apparently noone else did instead hearing static over inhuman screaming) and has been trying for years to get people to acknowledge the reality of the charts in the sky to no avail.

He encourages the acknowledgment of the angels and says that he knows people believe him they just don't want to actually acknowledge anything which scares them.

Steve suggests that if people stopped trying to ignore what was happening, starting with the angels, it would help process the rifts in reality (he's right). He mentions that he finally stood up to Cecil and told him that all the mean jokes and comments hurt and needed to stop. Cecil in turn opened up about his childhood and why he felt it was easier to keep Steve at a distance than to risk getting hurt by more people again. This marked a turning point in their relationship.

The meeting ends with the angels being declared legally real.

Weather: "Everyone I Know Will Die" by Four Eyes

The many rips in the sky have merged into one big rip in reality, merging many realities all together with many citizens choosing to abandon their reality for another which is easier/better. When the angels are acknowledged, a part of the sky returns.

Hiram returns to NV to encourage the dragons to leave. Dana returns from the other reality and acknowledges the mistake that was made killing Violet. A piece of the sky returns.

Alondra Ortiz is moved by the angels passion for her mother and has decided to only take some personal items and heirlooms, negotiating the rest with the angels and perhaps staying in NV longer. A piece of the sky returns.

They acknowledge that it's not normal to be followed by agents all of the time. A piece of the sky returns.

They acknowledge that most towns are not run by monsters and heavily armed 16 year olds. A piece of the sky returns.

Cal (muttering about 'the bomb' and clearly dying of radiation sickness more so than ever) disappears and Dana acknowledges and accepts that her father is dead. Many people do similar acknowledgments and the sky fully returns.

Cecil speaks passionately about his new found respect for Steve. He says that Abby and he only started to get close again after their mother died and during Janice's infancy. Even though it was stressful, he saw Steve coming into the picture as making him useless and unfairly resented him for it. He now acknowledges that Steve is a good person that he loves.

Cecil also states that their reality was fragile because they were pretending it was something that wasn't, and by acknowledging it they will prevent rifts.

Stay tuned next for eye contact and breathing in unison. And as always, and for as long as I can keep saying it. Good night, Night Vale. good Night.

Proverb: "If you only read one book this year, then you have reached your approved book quota."

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv quick rundown #wtnv ep 110

[boyfeminism]

id considered ordering lunch as a lil treat bc my interview went really well but 1) jackie bought me n spike tastey lil drinks as a treat already 2) the dashpass is on jackies account not mine 3) the surprise money i was gonna use for lunch i Did just use to our electricity bill. so leftover boy time i think

#speaking #i had soup for bfast and im probably gonna have soup for dinner #so i'll eat my salad for lunch! (: i forgot abt my salad. post cancelled. #spike drove me to my interview so we could hang out n then we got dunkin #n id never had it before ! #so im gonna eat my lunch n play some acnh and alondra n i are calling later today

[pretentiouswreckingball]

Interview Music Tag Game

Rules: Put your playlist on shuffle. For each of the 10 interview questions, select a lyric from the random song that comes up (skip if there aren’t any lyrics and make sure to drop the name of the song in your interview answer).

thank you for the tags lovely people @deermessrs @vertijo & @t-ri-z <33

1. First off, how would you describe yourself in one sentence?

Don't stand there waiting all of your life for the night to come and find you. (Free Yourself, Jessie Ware)

2. What kind of cancer are you?

Open your eyes, it's okay to dream under the sunlight (Sleepwalking, Chiiild)

3. You're visiting your favourite spot, what are you thinking about?

I don’t wanna go home. (Slow Dancing in the Dark, Joji)

4. If your life was a movie, what do you think the first review would say about it?

We took a chance like we were dancing our last dance. (Our Last Summer, Mamma Mia Soundtrack)

5. Say you get a book deal, what are you titling your memoir?

They say home is where the heart is but that's not where mine lives. (London Boy, Taylor Swift)

6. What would you say about your best friends?

All of the strain is washed away with the healing words you say, you turn places into homes. All of the angst is put to sleep with the loving words you speak. (Remedy, Alondra Bentley)

7. Think back to when you had everything all figured out in high school, what was your life motto as a teenager?

We gotta get away from here. (Sign of the Times, Harry Styles)

8. Describe your aesthetic now

I've got all this love I've got to keep to myself, all this effort to make it look effortless. (Flu Game, Fall Out Boy)

9. What's a lyric that they'll quote in your eulogy?

Was held in chains but now I'm free, I'm hanging in there, don't you see, in this process of elimination. (O Children, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)

10. And for our final question, let's say we believe in soulmates, what do you think their first impression of meeting you will be?

I can't help myself but stare, double check for double meanings. (My Type, Saint Motel)

No pressure tags: @residentrookie @messerflower @fruity-individual @boydykepdf @a-fiery-fox @peachwinne @sadderrrrdaze @arakhnee @anouri @mayescapade @otrtbs @sandrawstuff (idk if you have already done it or have already being tagged, if so, just ignore me<3)

#this was fun!!! love playing games when music is involved #sorry it took me a while to do this #tbh I listen by album and I don't have every song of every album I like saved so. #<-not me trying to justify my awful taste in music lmaooo #loops plays a game #loops’ playlist #Spotify

[blueplumbbob]

Lorimer: Decades of Style - 2020s

HRH Princess Eugenia of Ettinger (born May 28, 1997), only child of Prince James, Duke of Ettinger and Alondra, Duchess of Ettinger, is known worldwide for her activism, intellect, and impeccable fashion sense. She may only be sixteenth in line for the throne, but Princess Eugenia carries out her duties with a queenly sense of dignity and grace. After graduating from university in the United States with an engineering degree in December 2020, Eugenia was offered a job at an unnamed engineering firm in Iverny. Despite the demands of her career, Eugenia still dedicates her spare time to charity work and social justice. The princess has expressed her passions for racial justice, LGBTQ+ rights, education and literacy, and correcting income inequality. Her progressive viewpoints and activism make Princess Eugenia very popular amongst the youth and young adults of Iverny.

October 2020- Princess Eugenia waits outside after class at university, wearing a classic vintage-inspired outfit with loafers.

May 2021- In one of her first engagements after the lockdown period, Princess Eugenia is given a tour of the renovated Chanterry City Public Library as the new patron of the Royal Library Society. She wore a cream and orange sweater dress with a matching mask.

November 2021- Eugenia wears the Princess Tatiana Bandeau Tiara with a daring side-parted hairstyle and a chic black evening gown for the Swedish State Dinner at Clemons Palace.

April 2022- The princess stuns in a beautiful lavender dress and matching fascinator for the Royal Family's annual Easter service at Herriot Cathedral in Gaucelin.

July 2022- Eugenia poses in a bespoke blue-and-yellow ombré gown on the red carpet for the Annual Worldwide Women in Science Benefit in Los Angeles, California in the US.

March 2023- Princess Eugenia is photographed leaving a Los Angeles nightclub with friends in a black distressed denim skirt and a green asymmetrical crop-top.

August 2023- The princess is photographed in an effortlessly casual crop top and capris as she goes on a grocery run in her mother's hometown of Atlanta, Georgia in the US.

February 2024- Eugenia speaks at a conference on the importance of fine arts education in secondary schools, wearing a tailored teal blazer and black trousers.

#lorimer decades of style #the lorimers #lorimers: eugenia #sims 4 #ts4 royalty #bluep.txt

[marcmarcmomarc]

RWBY Spanish dub

Protagonists: Team RWBY

Ruby Rose

EN: Lindsay Jones

LA: Valentina Souza

Weiss Schnee

EN: Kara Eberle/Casey Lee Williams (songs)

LA: Romina Marroquín Payró

Blake Belladonna

EN: Arryn Zech

LA: Alondra Hidalgo

Yang Xiao Long

EN: Barbara Dunkelman

LA: Mireya Mendoza

Leyla Rangel and Ángelica Villa were previous choices for the role of Ruby.

Karla Falcón and Tini Stoessel were previous choices for the role of Weiss, speaking and singing, respectively.

#rwby #rwby spanish dub #team rwby #ruby rose #lindsay jones #valentina souza #weiss schnee #kara eberle #casey lee williams #romina marroquín payró #blake belladonna #arryn zech #alondra hidalgo #yang xiao long #barbara dunkelman #mireya mendoza

[greensagephase]

OKAY I CAN PUR MY WORDS INTO ESSAYS

Let me begin. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGHHHHHHHYYHHYHHHHSHXGJ THAT WAS THE CUTEST THING RVER. I WAS GIGGLING BLUSHING KICKING MY FEET AS I WAS READING!!! reader and miguel thinking of each other first for everything has me sobbing. like he literally wants us?? i love me a gentleman. men who do anything for you? men who don’t let you lift a finger? that’s miguel. GOD. HE WAS SO CUTE ANS SWEET. HE COOKED FOOD FOR READER!!!! A WHOLE FEAST!! TOOK HER BAGS. SERVED. HER. PLATE. it’s over. i want him.

second oh em gee the part where lyla pokes fun at miguel for looking at reader and getting caught smiling is so funny. miguel you’re so close yet so far. no one looks at their friends like that. (sike i do but still) gonna draw that and have it out likely by tomorrow!! :DD (me when i should be studying for finals)

the physical touch part got me GOOD. the fact that he took notice of that just speaks to me. like…say you wanna hug reader rn. say you wanna kiss rn. 🙄. HEHEH SORRY BUT AHHHHH it’s so cute !!! i love that reader is more open to physical touch as well because so am i haha and if i’m sitting next to a friend? boom. arm wrapped around theirs and my head on their shoulder immediately. it’s so comfortable.

ANYWAYS gonna go study for finals cause i’m a medical student and erm i haven’t even started 😁😁😁😁😁😁 HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!!! CANT WAIT FRO PRT 11

You and me both were giggling and kicking our feet - seriously, I bet I look crazy sometimes when I'm writing these parts between Miguel and reader and just giggling to myself but what can I say? This man has me in my feelings all the time!!! 🥲BUT MIGUEL BEING A GENTLEMAN? FACTUAL. I KNOW HE IS. Don't ask me how I know but it's true! Him cooking a whole meal (let's not forget this man bought the ingredients ahead of time, too !!), him asking to take her bag - and serving her a plate - I was getting all the feels!!

Omg Lyla teasing Miguel for smiling and staring at reader had me giggling like AHHH!! He doesn't even know it yet and Lyla is just there like "let's see how long it takes him to figure it out!" but OMG YES, MORE FANART FROM YOU, THANK YOU!! 😭😭 and it's going to be that part!! I need it now but also no pressure and please study for your finals, which by the way, good luck!!!! I know you got this!!!!❤️❤️

The physical touch part 🤭 in my head he wished he was Peter B. in that moment!!! I genuinely can't wait for them to have full on physical touch without it being accidental or like necessary, like when reader was looking after him and having to touch him to take care of his wounds, you know? But to comfort each other, I can't wait! It's coming soon! And I'm the same way!! Physical touch is my love language and sadly everyone around me doesn't like it much, especially because my body is always cold to the touch 😭 but it really is just so comfortable!!

Thank you for sharing your thoughts on the drabble, I honestly didn't think you guys were going to like it that much!! It makes me very happy that I wrote it, haha! I also can't wait to see the fanart but again, please study, friend!! I imagine it's a lot of medical terminology and/or anatomy based info, so take your time!! Have a great night and take care!!! ❤️❤️❤️

-Alondra

#asked and answered

[m0gelf]

From the ask game: 10

10. How do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s oc and canon character's relationship?

Who's being gay in the Karma Society? THIS TWOOOO

- They're engaged 🏳️‍🌈 -

Sheffield

He sees it as a waste of time, especially for Flores as he is his assistant. He knows that every time Flores has free time he goes to visit O'Brien in his office, he even knows that he offers to take the reports so he can have an excuse to see O'Brien. In general, Sheffield doesn't care about the relationship they both have.

Annabella (Atlus please tell us Real Argilla's last name, I'm obliged to use the name she has in QDS)

She was surprised to see how Flores was able to get the attention of someone as reclusive (from her pov) as O'Brien. In her words, Flores seems like a fly stuck in honey when she surprises both of them together in O'Brien's office, After Flores retired, Annabella had no qualms about asking O'Brien if he was looking for temptation. (at that time Flores was 19 years old, O'Brien was around 23

At another time, she was chatting with Flores until he told her about a date he had with O'Brien the night before, Annabella was surprised to hear about that romantic side of O'Brien, Even so, he tells Flores not to get too excited, all men are equal and he will see that all that romance will rot sooner or later. (It never happened let's go gay ppl >:J

She's somewhat indifferent to it but she likes to hear how Flores speaks so highly of O'Brien. (inche vieja chismosa

Alondra and Seraphita

The two little ones noticed the closeness of both adults, from time to time glancing at the loving couple. They're like the children of the relationship TEEHEE the kids are happy for this 2. 🫂

#Flores factos / lore #flobrien #dds oc #THX 4 DA ASSSSKKK 🫶🫶

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Natividad Marino / Nat Marino

The Fourth of Damien's Hounds Nat Marino (2020)

The sister of Billie and one of Damien's Hounds, Natividad Marino, is a very aggressive woman. Natividad is a wrestler and a third generation wrestler, being part of the youngest generation of wrestlers in the Marino family.

"Rule six of wrestling, promos are important, learn how to speak confidently."

Name

Full Legal Name: Natividad Alondra Marino

First Name: Natividad

Meaning: Means 'Nativity' in Spanish

Pronunciation: na-tee-be-DHADH

Origin: Spanish

Middle Name: Alondra

Meaning: Derived from Spanish 'Alondra' meaning 'Lark'

Pronunciation: a-LON-dra

Origin: Spanish

Surname: Marino

Meaning: Derived from the given name 'Marino' which itself is the Spanish and Italian form of 'Marinus'. 'Marinus' comes from the Latin word 'Marinus' meaning 'of the sea'

Pronunciation: ma-REE-no

Origin: Spanish

Alias: Nat Marino

Reason: Ring Name

Nicknames: Nat, Nati, Lonnie

Titles: Miss

Characteristics

Age: 25

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Cuban

Ethnicity: Hispanic / Latina

Birth Date: September 22nd 1995

Symbols: Gun Holsters / Utility Belts

Sexuality: Pansexual

Religion: Catholic

Native Language: Spanish

Spoken Languages: Spanish, English, Portuguese

Relationship Status: Engaged

Astrological Sign: Virgo

Theme Song: 'You Learn' - Alanis Morissette (2015-)

Voice Actor: Vida Guerra

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Bayamo, Granma Province, Cuba

Current Location: On the road / Bayamo, Granma Province, Cuba

Hometown: Bayamo, Granma Province, Cuba

Appearance

Height: 5'7" / 170 cm

Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Black

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 3

Piercings: Navel, Nipple (both)

Scars: Numerous scars on back and legs

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Smoker, Smokes weed occasionally

Illnesses/Disorders: None

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: N/A

Enemies: N/A

Friends: Honey Di Napoli, Seren Pritchard, Mavourneen Llewellyn, Eadburg McWilliam, Queen MacEntire, Ida Scott, Aurora Mulrennan

Colleagues: Too many to list

Rivals: N/A

Closest Confidant: Sullivan Lum

Mentor: Florencia Marino

Significant Other: Sullivan Lum (26, Fiancé)

Previous Partners: None of note

Parents: Yago Marino (57, Father), Florencia Marino (58, Mother, Née Palomo)

Parents-In-Law: None (yet)

Siblings: Bienvenida Marino (37, Sister), Urbano Marino (34, Brother), Judith Ibarra (31, Sister, Née Marino), Quirino Marino (28, Brother), Macario Marino (22, Brother), Rosaura Marino (19, Sister), Isaac Marino (16, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Hortensia Marino (35, Urbano's Wife, Née Lozano), Xavier Ibarra (32, Judith's Husband)

Nieces & Nephews: Emperatriz Romero-Marino (17, Niece), Antonio Huerta-Marino (14, Nephew), Triana Santos-Marino (11, Niece), Lorenzo Marino (14, Nephew), Paz Marino (11, Niece), Casilda Ibarra (11, Niece)

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: The Underworld

Trainer: Sabas Marino, Yago Marino, Tercero Marino, Ramiro Marino, Pastor Marino, Olegario Marino, Nicanor Marino, Jair Marino, Heliodoro Marino, Facundo Marino, C.R.C Wrestling School

Managers: Florencia Marino

Wrestlers Managed: None

Debut: 2015

Debut Match: Nat VS Aurora. Nat won via pinfall

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Grappler

Stables: The Lucifarians (2015-)

Teams: The Hounds (Nat & Bano / Judi / Rino / Macario / Rosaura / Isaac)

Regular Moves: Hangman's Neckbreaker, Knife Edge chops, Moonsault, Multiple Punches, Short Armbar, Snap DDT

Finishers: Piledriver, Sleeper Hold, Spinning Toe Hold

Refers To Fans As: The Watchful Eyes

Extras

Backstory: Natividad is the second youngest daughter of 'disgraced luchador' Yago Marino, wrestling is in her blood and she grew up around luchadores. She joined the Lucifarians as one of Damien's hounds in 2015, being a hound means she's mindless and does everything Damien orders her to.

Triva: Nothing of note

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