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urgonnaneedabiggership · 1 year

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NAMOR (MCU) X MEXICAN!OC

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A/N: Remember you can find this fanfic on AO3 right here. Any feedback and/or comments are greatly appreciated <3 If you want to be added to the taglist, just say so!

Also, I think this is the first time I mention Mercedes' faceclaim. I originally envisioned her as Oaxacan model Karen Vega but it became too hard having to constantly picture an older version of her (she's 21) until @evita-shelby introduced me to Sofia Engberg and she's SUCH A GREAT FIT TOO especially after I came across this gif! So, special thanks to her! Now, without further ado, here's chapter XVIII

Warnings: Violence, weapons, death and un-aliving people. Language. Mentions of sexism.

Word count: 4,538

They hadn’t exchanged more than a few words since they left Moni’s house undetected. The only sound around them was the relentless singing of cicadas. Mercedes usually found it to be soothing, but not then. Discretely observant, Namor noticed the way her fingers gripped the edges of the map she was using to find her way to the coordinates in the paper. He observed her locked jaw and how her eyebrows barely met in the middle of her forehead when she narrowed her eyes whenever the slightest noise reached her ears.

Mercedes was in her element. Still, something was new. He could see it in the way her knees were slightly bent to make as little noise as possible the closer they got to their destination, and in the way she never lowered her arms below her waist in case she needed to protect her chest. Talokanil knowledge taught by one of his best men and closest friends. Even after such a short time, he knew she would always remember to gather all her strength in her knees and elbows because that’s what Attuma always taught to shorter soldiers.

Too late he realized she had said something to him and was expecting an answer.

“Sorry, I thought I heard something behind us,” He excused himself.

“I said I’m worried because now they seem to know where the village is,” Mercedes repeated, swatting a low-hanging branch away, “Maybe you should have stayed behind to look after Moni and Antonia,”

“If they knew of their closeness to you, they would have targeted them too,” Namor reassured her, “They would have taken them as well,”

“Are you sure?” She asked, taking another look at the map.

“It’s what I would have done.”

“And do you think she’s still…?” Mercedes asked, unwilling to finish the grim sentence.

“She is. We’ll get her back.” He sounded so determined that a hidden, primigenial crook of her brain tingled in a pleasantly alleviated way knowing she wasn’t alone. He would help her. He would protect her.

“Still, there’s something else you should be worried about,” Namor gravely warned her, “Whoever did this knew there was going to be a celebration that day and the exact time at which the noise would be loud enough to camouflage the shooting. Either that or somebody else told them,”

“An outsider wouldn’t be able to randomly show up in town, much less ask about the celebrations without raising suspicion.”

Namor stopped walking and firmly placed a hand in front of Mercedes, halting her steps.

“Stop. There are more people ahead of us. I think we found them,”

“The coordinates are still a few kilometers ahead of us,” She whispered, taking another peek at the map.

“No, that’s probably where they want to make the exchange. We must’ve stumbled upon their campsite.”

Only a few meters ahead of them, settled at the bottom of a steep slope that led into a hollow, stood three large tents. Most of the activity seemed to be taking place inside them since outside, only about eight men circled the area brandishing long weapons.

“Me lleva la chingada. Three tents, of course,” Mercedes muttered, staring intently at them as if she could see through the thick canvas to determine where they were keeping her grandmother, “I guess we’re going to have to take them by surprise,”

“I’m faster. It will make more sense if I check all the tents and you take care of the ones that try to escape,”

“No,” Mercedes immediately objected, the mere thought of going their separate ways bringing up memories that manifested physically as an ice-cold grip on her heart, “No, we’re not splitting up,”

“Xmeech,” Namor placed his hand under her chin, softly turning her head towards him, “Their bullets cannot hurt me the way they would hurt you. But I can’t protect your grandmother and make sure none of them escape. I need you.”

Despite the situation, Mercedes managed to remain calm. She knew that, despite her chiich’s involvement, freaking out wouldn’t help anybody. By now, focusing on tracing and following a plan under crippling stress wasn’t foreign to her. She chose to focus on that Yet, her throat felt dry and raspy, like it was about to close up. Every time his soft exhalations caressed her cheeks, the pressure on her chest increased until breathing became a nearly impossible task.

“Which tent will you go to first?” She asked after releasing herself from his touch with a swift nod before rummaging through her bag.

“The left one,” Namor replied, his voice promptly reverting to his usual tone, back to his Talokanil warrior self that would be much more useful in this situation rather than this stupid infatuated youngster he seemed to occasionally, and inconveniently, turn into, “There is a blind spot in the shifts of those two men, and a ten-second window I can use to sneak in. That will give us the advantage if she’s there, and if she’s not the commotion will draw all the guards…”

“To the tent that needs the most protection, so I’ll know where they have her,” Mercedes chimed in with a complicit smile, which was proudly reciprocated by her partner. Before he left, she took a glass bottle filled with some sort of fuel and a piece of cloth for a wick, “If she’s not inside, light those fuckers up,”

“Táan wáaj a wéetel?” He asked, firmly pressing her hands together and encompassing them in his own.

“Ta wéetel.” She adamantly replied, removing her hands to shift them so they were holding Namor’s, giving them a tight squeeze. The minute she let go, he turned away and began stealthily making his way down the slope.

If somebody had told Namor just a few months ago that he would ever put himself at risk of being discovered just to keep an inhabitant of the surface safe, he would have laughed at their mere thought. However, as kind as the elderly woman appeared to be, deep inside he knew the true reason that drove him to do something as insane as raiding a camp with no preparation whatsoever and no backup was sitting on top of a hill doing her best to contribute to the mission. If only he had Namora and Attuma by his side, they would be done in less than thirty minutes. He hadn’t even been able to inform them of the reason for their delay. Hell, he wasn’t even sure of what would happen or whether she’d actually choose to return after they got out of there, but he decided to focus on the matter at hand. He was right. Two of the guards crossed paths and continued until they got lost around the corner. Right before he could rush into the tent, an unexpected guard popped outside. With a surprised curse, the man aimed his rifle at the warrior, who unwaveringly ignored his orders to stop as he kept approaching him.

Inside, a dozen men pried their eyes off the map splayed on the table before them almost simultaneously when several shots were fired outside followed by cries they did not expect to hear from any of their security personnel. Exchanging nervous glances, some of them even reached to their side to grab their weapons. Before they could begin to wonder what was going on, the man that had just left the tent crossed the entrance again, though not by his own foot. Instead, he flew several meters across the tent and fell on the wooden table so harshly that it broke in two before everybody’s eyes. However, they all turned to look at the only access to the tent when they realized much to their horror and confusion that the only sound coming from the outside besides the distant warning calls of the other guards, was absolute silence. And alarmingly slow footsteps unfalteringly moving towards them.

The minute the first tent went up in flames, Mercedes saw how the remaining guards either rushed to the burning tent or ran to the one on the far right. Not one of them tried to escape, and the urge to come closer was too powerful. Taking one last look at the treeline to make sure it was empty, she rushed down the hill and combed the edge of the remaining tent. Not even a minute later, Mercedes came across one of the guards, the element of surprise enabling her to shoot him down before he could place his finger on the trigger. Hastily picking up his weapon to replace her gun with it, she ran inside the middle tent expecting to find her grandmother inside. Instead, she was met with at least another six men from which at least three raised their guns at her while the rest hid behind a wooden table set in the middle. Swiftly dropping to the floor just in time to avoid getting hit by a rain of bullets, Mercedes practically rolled to seek refuge behind a metallic cabinet. The lack of hiding places made it easy for her to realize her grandmother wasn’t there, but the hollow sound the bullets made against the steel that guarded her prevented her from just throwing a Molotov cocktail and getting the hell out of there. The cabinet was bulletproofed, which could only mean that whatever was inside was extremely valuable. Mercedes took a deep breath and a quick peek at her assailants. There were in fact five armed men and three more taking cover underneath the tables. She firmly gripped the rifle and took a deep breath before leaving her shelter momentarily, opening fire against them and taking cover before they could respond. Three armed men and two under the table. “A ver pinche escuincla, ¿vamos a tener que deshacernos de tu abuelita o podemos hablar como gente adulta?” Alright, fucking brat, are we going to have to get rid of your granny or can we talk like adults? “¿Crees que por decir ‘pinche escuincla’ voy a creer que eres mexa, cabrón?” Mercedes yelled back from behind the cabinet, knowing damn well they were just trying to provoke her to lure her out. The man, despite attempting to use the lingo to cover it up, was definitely not a native speaker. This time, he replied in English. Do you think that because you said "pinche escuincla" I'll believe you're Mexican, asshole? “If any of us makes the call, the next time you see your grandma will be washed off on the riverbed. So you better come out here so we can talk it over.” After giving it some thought, Mercedes stood up and aimed in the direction of the voice with the rifle, despite knowing she was being aimed at. “This isn’t going to work unless you drop your weapon, sweetheart,” The sentence was issued in a warning tone. Mercedes’ blood boiled in her veins at the use of the nickname, but she clenched her jaw despondently and started to lower the rifle, willing to talk for long enough to buy herself some time to better assess the situation. That calm, logical disposition would only last for about five more seconds, right until she heard the mocking voice of one of the unarmed men under the table.

“Thank you. God forbid we should make a woman angry.”

Namor heard the shootout right beside him. Annoyed at the woman’s apparent inability to just do what she was told, he made use of his wings to survey their surroundings, hoping nobody had gotten away while Mercedes unsurprisingly jumped in harm’s way. At least he had made sure nobody in the first tent would be able to say what they’d seen there, and from the air, it looked as if everybody had taken cover and run inside either of the two shelters. He then rushed to the final tent, certain that the kidnapped woman would be inside. Instead, he found it to be nearly empty save for a table filled with scattered papers and old walkie-talkies. He reasoned that since the campsite wasn’t large enough to need a radio communication system, they probably were intended for those waiting at the coordinates that were given to Mercedes. Namor quickly went through the papers on the table, searching for something that could have information worthy to be spared from the fire. Instead, he felt relieved that it was he who found those documents and not Mercedes. There were pictures of her. Some were as recent as the first day they arrived in her hometown, and others appeared to have been taken months ago. She was doing mundane things such as walking the streets of an unknown city or talking on the phone. In one of them, taken through a window, she was sitting in a living room with a small coffee table full of printed photographs. Sometimes he forgot she had not been a soldier for a long time and had chosen to pursue other interests.

Some of the material, however, was confusing. She didn’t look much younger but still was dressed in camouflage apparel, depicted with some other people with the lower half of their faces covered with a bandana or a scarf. But those were undoubtedly her eyes. She was sitting on a rock, supporting her weight on a rifle as she stared at the camera. In another photo, she was standing in line with two other women that stared at the photographer with equally tired looks, a table before them filled with brown packages and three long weapons. The last one was a mugshot, and what baffled him most was the name on the plaque she held. It wasn’t hers.

Another round of gunshots in the tent next to him made him look up. Before he could worry, he could hear Mercedes’ voice above all the rounds shouting something along the lines of “a ver si con ese hoyo en la jeta se te quita lo machito, cabrón," Let's see if that hole in your mug takes away your macho attitude, motherfucker

It was then that he wondered whether she’d ever been truly mad at him. Probably not.

K'uk'ulkan then noticed the flames of the neighboring tent were starting to lick the edges of the one he was in, and he knew it was time to leave before his skin started to resent it. Right before exiting the tent, a sound made him turn around, his observant glance falling upon one of the walkie-talkies, from which some static emerged before a voice was distinguishable.

Mercedes sat down on the pierced remnants of the wooden table, trying to catch her breath. She thanked whatever deity that the men inside that were unarmed weren’t fast enough to grab the weapons of their fallen comrades to defend themselves. Taking down three men was exhausting enough in itself. However, she was far from relieved. She had seen the flames slowly take over the only remaining shelter, which indicated that her grandmother wasn’t there either. With no unchecked tents left, chiich still missing and Namor nowhere to be seen, Mercedes’ heart was beating faster than ever, so much so that she felt as if she was going to throw up. In fact, she was surprised that something like that had worn her out so much. She understood she wasn’t in her twenties anymore, but still… The woman sighed and continued to scan what was left of the papers she’d found inside the cabinet, which now rested on the table, hoping to find a hint of her grandmother’s whereabouts. Enthralled trying to piece together the fragments of information, Mercedes was oblivious to the agonizing man behind her desperately trying to reach the handle of one of the discarded guns. With one last colossal effort, he curled his fingers around the still-warm metal and aimed at her, confident of his chances of hitting his target since she was less than three feet away from him.

A loud bang startled Mercedes as she quickly spun around just in time to see a man dropping a gun and falling to the floor with a heavy thud, a large smoking wound covering the higher half of his back. Slowly making her way towards him, the woman intended to inspect the strange laceration as she knelt next to the body. While her eyes were focused on the edges of the injury, a voice spoke from the other side of the closest wall, calling her name. The interlocutor was hidden by the dark, thick canvas of the tent. Mercedes jumped to her feet, aiming at the spot.

“Stop,” The voice firmly instructed before she could take a single step, “Don’t t come any further. I’m not with them and I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Why would I trust somebody I can’t even properly look at?” Mercedes urged the person, never lowering her weapon or her guard. Silence followed. Unbeknownst to her, the stranger was amused.

“We have that in common. But I think that what I just did is enough proof for now.” They calmly replied. This person had a strict, yet velvety voice. Perhaps slightly condescending, too.

“Thanks. What do you want?” Mercedes asked through gritted teeth, begrudgingly granting the stranger that one point.

“I know who you are.”

“Big news. So did they.”

“No, Mercedes. I know who you are.” The voice insisted, slowly emphasizing the words so that they sounded more like a warning or a vague threat. Inside the tent, Mercedes felt a sharp pressure on her chest and realized she was holding the rifle so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.

“What do you want?” Just like it happened with the previous sentence, a subtle change in her enunciation of the question the impatient inquiry now bordered on pleading.

“You have some powerful friends, don’t you?”

She didn’t like the course this conversation was taking. Not one bit. Speaking of powerful friends, where the hell was hers?

“If you’re wondering where he is, he should be getting to your grandmother any moment now at the coordinates these people sent you. She’s as alright as it was possible. Consider this a favor in exchange for another.”

“A favor?” She spoke again, the stranger’s ambiguous statements not doing much for her puzzled state.

“Did you really think they would have let either of you just walk away after you gave them what they wanted? After what they did to you some time ago in the caves one would think you learned something,”

“I wasn’t going to give them anything,” Mercedes argued defensively, “I never intended to negotiate.”

“I see,” The voice replied, mostly devoid of emotion but with a trace of surprise in it, “As I said earlier, your grandmother isn’t in harm’s way anymore, I made sure of it. But we both know there is no way to ensure her safety going forward, right?”

“You’re making it sound like there is. I’m guessing this is where you call in that favor?” Mercedes pressed her lips together, furrowing her eyes in concentration as she anxiously tapped her index against the side of the weapon, “What are your terms?”

“I have some powerful friends too, Mercedes. I can ensure your grandmother’s safety from any further attacks on her or the rest of your family. What I need from you in return is what these men asked from you. I want the laptop that contains all the information you have on Wexler and the research on the toxic spores,”

“Of course,” She replied, her grip on the rifle tightening again, “Who do you work for? Another government that’s going to do exactly what these people intended?”

“I can’t say much more, but I can assure you that we won’t use that information to make any weapons, or harm anybody. I give you my word.”

Despite her inability to see the owner of the voice, the emotion in it was real enough for Mercedes to ponder whether she should trust them. The contents of the laptop did not only include records on her and others or information regarding the toxic fungus, but also photographic evidence of the infested grotto right above an entrance to Talokan. And given the fact that whoever this was seemed to be aware of Namor’s existence, chances were they knew of the submarine city.

“It doesn’t matter anyways,” She huffed in a slightly less defensive tone, “I don’t have the laptop with me. I told you, I wasn’t here to negotiate.”

“I suppose it’s…back there, isn’t it?”

Just like she suspected. They knew. Mercedes looked behind and around her despite being convinced she was alone. Or, more accurately, to make sure she was. Forgetting she was also hidden from the stranger’s sight, she nodded. After receiving no answer, Mercedes remembered and answered affirmatively in a barely audible whisper. She was met with a long, thoughtful sigh.

“Listen carefully. This is what we’re going to do. I’ll make sure your family is safe so you can go back and retrieve the hard drive of the laptop. I think I can get you four months. You come back to the surface, hand it over and that’s all.”

“And if I’m not back by then?” Mercedes asked after a lengthy silence.

“I don’t think my friends would wait for longer than that, and I won’t be able to guarantee your family’s safety anymore.”

Another silence followed. Fortunately, the mysterious person was proving to be rather patient.

“Can you promise me that none of that information will be used against my friends?”

This time it was the other part that seemed to hesitate and took longer to answer.

“Not if they don’t force us to.”

It wasn’t the most reassuring answer. Deep inside, Mercedes knew that even if they rescued chiich that day, she had no idea of what they’d do after. She didn’t even know in what state the whole ordeal had left her and didn’t even want to think about it. The best they could do was taking her back to her comfort zone, but Mercedes didn’t know whether the town was safe anymore. For her, and also for Moni and Antonia. If there were any more members of whatever organization this was, they would respond to what Namor and her had done that day. Harshly. No matter how much she trusted her abilities to protect herself, Mercedes knew she could do little or nothing to fight off a larger number of assailants without Namor’s help if they decided to attack again, and he had to go back to Talokan…yesterday, technically. She looked back up, her lips still forming a fine line and a cold shiver running down her spine. She needed to give an answer.

Namor was visibly confused when he emerged from the thick jungle. First of all, he expected the prisoner to be surrounded by more guards, but there were none in sight. It was as if they’d just left her there in the middle of a clear, despite him having heard through the walkie-talkie that she’d been moved to the “arranged coordinates”. Second of all, it wasn’t just the old lady sitting there with an absent look. Right next to her, fighting to free herself, was none other than Antonia. While there was a piece of cloth lodged in her mouth, the woman glared at Namor angrily and yelled a muffled demand. He slowly approached them to make sure this wasn’t some sort of trap, never ceasing to look at their surroundings even while untying the knots that bound the elderly woman’s wrists together. Then, Namor removed the makeshift gag from Antonia’s mouth before starting to untie her as well.

“It’s her fault,” She cried with a quiet hiccup, “Every time something like this happens, it’s got something to do with her,”

Namor didn’t reply. If only she knew it had been them and nothing else that prompted Mercedes to jump into a ship full of armed men. Still, Antonia seemed to have understood his silence as permission to keep talking.

“And still you’re with her, huh? You must think she’s so brave. What did she tell you? That sob story of a little girl born into a world of violence who only ever did what was necessary to protect and avenge her loved ones? Pobrecita Santa Mercedes Mártir.”

His interest somewhat piqued, Namor slowed down for just one second before continuing to work on the knots.

“I don’t even know who you are but you seem nice, so I’ll give you some advice,” Antonia continued, her voice trembling both from anger and her earlier weeping, “Run. She might’ve fooled everybody with her fucking feigned regrets, but I know that woman. She’s not running from violence and never has. She craves it so much she just keeps finding new ways to get us into trouble and justify herself by claiming she’s doing something to repay all the damage she’s caused and keeps causing. Mercedes was the death of my father, she nearly was ours today and will be yours if you don’t watch your back around her.”

“Kän-än!”

The yell that came from the trees made Antonia stop talking and Namor drop the now loose rope and turn his head towards the sound. Mercedes emerged from the trees and couldn’t help but let a breathless smile tug at the edge of her lips when she spotted Namor standing there. Sadly, the happy moment didn’t last for long since the smile vanished from her lips the moment she laid eyes on her grandmother and Antonia sitting there. Of course, Mercedes first went to chiich.

“Chiich? Can you hear me?” The woman turned to look at her grandchild and nodded absently in complete silence. At least she could react to that.

“Na’, this is not home,” Chiich spoke with a raspy voice, “Am I being carried with my ancestors?”

Mercedes threw her arms around her grandmother and buried her head in the crook of her neck, a few tears already spilling down her cheeks as she shook her head negatively.

“Not yet, in chan nikté. Not yet. We’ll take you back home,”

Caressing her grandmother’s hair, Mercedes turned to look at Antonia, whose eyes were fixated on the dirt on her fingernails.

“Are you okay?” She asked. Antonia nodded and dryly asserted she was fine.

Feeling a wave of much-needed relief wash over herself, Mercedes tackled a surprised Namor in a hug, silently thanking him for his help. He knew it would take her a little to admit she wouldn’t have done it without his help, but for now, feeling her breath against his neck and as she held him tightly against her would do. Namor let himself melt into the embrace, sliding his arms around her slowly to test her reaction. When he finally pulled away, he did it just enough to keep their noses touching to once again see if she tried something, anything, that might indicate that whatever had elicited her reaction earlier on top of that tree was still there.

Mercedes’ mouth hesitantly hovered over his, a shaky breath left her lips and reached his ears, coursing through his body like a violent shiver in stark contrast with her warm breath against his face. Leaning in, she pressed a chaste kiss to the corners of his mouth on each side before thanking him again.

Too preoccupied with the ambivalent, hard-to-predict displays of affection from the woman before him, K’uk’ulkan was unable to perceive the figure that watched from the trees.

The Translations

Táan wáaj a wéetel?: Are you with me?

Ta wéetel: I'm with you

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tacticalhimbo · 4 months

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2023 VIRTUAL PHOTOGRAPHY RECAP

This is the first year I can actually do this, but wow!

I had a lot of fun dipping my toes into the virtual photography scene, and I've learned a lot over the year regarding establishing shots (be it via photomode or through cutscences) and how to minimally edit photographs to keep them as "vanilla" as possible.

Of course, there are limitations that come with being a console-only player (at least outside of The Sims) and trying to do all this, but I've had a lot of fun navigating that learning curve!

These are all OC focused, as well (minus a select few). I can't help myself <3

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Here's a list of the pieces featured:

JANUARY — N/A

FEBRUARY — Laverne Alba & Grayson "Gramps" Dean (Grand Theft Auto 5/Online)

MARCH — Jill Valentine (S.T.A.R.S Outfit; Resident Evil 3 Remake)

APRIL — Bailey Hill (Watch Dogs; Made in The Sims 4)

MAY — Virgil Hendrix (Saints Row)

JUNE — Uthgerd the Unbroken & Ishza V'atze (TES V: Skyrim)

JULY — Deputy Marion Scott Mitchell (Far Cry 5)

AUGUST — Antonia "Nomad" Perryman (Ghost Recon: Breakpoint)

SEPTEMBER — Laverne Alba (Grand Theft Auto 5/Online)

OCTOBER — Laverne Alba (Grand Theft Auto 5/Online; This one was a joke shoot and I still love it)

NOVEMBER — Imani Noelle Davis; Courier Six (Fallout: New Vegas)

DECEMBER — Antonia "Nomad" Perryman (Ghost Recon: Breakpoint)

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Here's to (hopefully) more fun to come!

#txt #pic #virtual photography #2023 vp recap

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the-laridian · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

Hey why not a bit of "what's all these WIPs and please share a bit" for WIP Wednesday.

In the interest of keeping this from being a mile long, these are actual WIPs and not completed/abandoned projects, which are a whole other bag, but you can ask about those if you want (look for my wordcount posts to see what's going on with those things).

So, pick a WIP, send me an ask with question if you want, I'll share a bit from it, that sort of thing.

Tagging @solstheimtxt @kyber-infinitygems @the-lastcall @darkfire1177 @hibernationsuit and anyone else who wants to!

c!LC = cowritten with @the-lastcall c!PWB - cowritten with @porkwithbones c!TAOB - cowritten with @theartofblossoming

Fallout 76 Art Therapy (multimedia project on AO3) Willow Ironwood keeps a diary about his life in the wasteland The Accidental Raider (AO3) Rowan is dealing with life in the wasteland as a recently released Vault Dweller Nowhere to Go (AO3) aka Rowan's Couch Surfing Adventure as he tries to find a place to stay for a while

The Outer Worlds What If? - what if Rowan and Will were actually siblings (they originally weren't, in any universe, believe it or not) on Earth and both got to go on the Hope (c!LC) Crossover - I'd love to get back to this, the first draft is done but it needs editing, reworking, etc. Will Hawthorne accidentally ends up in Rowan Dane's universe. The fic that indirectly introduces "what if they were siblings". (c!LC)

Fallout New Vegas Legion ASC (A Sporting Chance): Caesar Germanicus (evil!Gunnar Volk) conquers the Southwest and Arcade is caught up in the metaphorical fallout. The origin of all the "evil!Gunnar who becomes Caesar" stories. (c!LC) Fallout Stolen Heir: Offshoot of ASC where Arcade abducts one of Caesar's children and goes into hiding for 10 years until his past catches up with him (c!LC) Features Toni (Antonia Ferox) and Rufus Caesarion. Legion ACG: the rise of Caesar Germanicus and yes Arcade is here too. It can't be avoided. Also features Decanus Agrippa, some new Legion characters, NCR/Follower characters, the scope has grown. (c!PWB) Viva New Vegas: the very-long-in-the-process sequel to A Gun for Barns (it went through a big plot redesign) Postcards from New Vegas: Correspondence/epistolary RP between Gunnar Volk of New Vegas and Vin Hudson of the Boston Commonwealth. (c!TAOB)

Other FAFO (F* Around and Find Out): started as an excuse for genderbend smut and veered into mpreg and is now a queer love story dealing with identity, mutual pining and also smut. One of my few "fantasy" works (it's got magic in it).

#laridian writes #wip wednesday #wip whenever

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spideywil921 · 3 months

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🎶 I tell you what I want... 🎶

RuPaul's Drag Race Simalong (US Season 16)

Category is: Ruveal Yourself

For her Ruveal Yourself look, Antonia is serving a burlesque act ready for the live stage of the Flamingo Las Vegas presents RuPaul's Drag Race live! I wanted to show a little versatility, sometimes I'm covered up in beautiful gowns and and glitter and sometimes I'm showcasing this gorgeous luscious body!

And also check out Antonia's instagram for more content! (ig: antoniatheemontoya)

Lookbook:

Headpiece: @astya96cc

Hair: @coloresurbanos (retexture by @shimydim)

Earrings: @mssims

Choker: @lynxsimz

Outfit: @coloresurbanos

Nails: @ceeproductions

Shoes: @coloresurbanos

Makeup:

Eyeshadow: @alaina-lina-cc

Eyeliner: @alaina-lina-cc

Blush: ladysimmer94

Highlight: bubblevoid

Lipstick: @pralinesims

#the sims 4 lookbook #s4 lookbook #ts4 edit #sims 4 edit #the sims 4 edit #antonia montoya #sims 4 drag queen #sims 4 drag race #the sims 4 drag queen #the sims 4 drag race #rpdr simalong #drag race simalong #drag queen sims #rupaul's drag race #us season 16

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hairtusk · 1 year

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hi :) i hope u don’t mind me asking but what are your favorite books? or books you would recommend? i’m in a reading slump right now and i feel like you have really good taste. don’t feel obligated to answer if u don’t feel like it. love your blog<333

Hello! Thank you for such a wonderful question, and apologies that it's taken me so long to answer! I've been travelling, and I wanted access to my books at home to do the question justice. So here are my favourites among the books I've read in the last two or so years - I decided to stick just to novels for the sake of being concise, haha.

(All summaries via Goodreads)

Simone de Beauvoir, The Woman Destroyed (1967) - 'Three long stories that draw the reader into the lives of three women, all past their first youth, all facing unexpected crises.'

Elizabeth Hardwick, Sleepless Nights (1979) -

"In Sleepless Nights, a woman looks back on her life—the parade of people, the shifting background of place—and assembles a scrapbook of memories, reflections, portraits, letters, wishes, and dreams. An inspired fusion of fact and invention, this beautifully realized, hard-bitten, lyrical book is not only Elizabeth Hardwick's finest fiction but one of the outstanding contributions to American literature of the last fifty years."

Joan Didion, Play It As It Lays (1970) - "A ruthless dissection of American life in the late 1960s, Play It as It Lays captures the mood of an entire generation, the ennui of contemporary society reflected in spare prose that blisters and haunts the reader. Set in a place beyond good and evil - literally in Hollywood, Las Vegas, and the barren wastes of the Mojave Desert, but figuratively in the landscape of an arid soul - it remains more than three decades after its original publication a profoundly disturbing novel, riveting in its exploration of a woman and a society in crisis and stunning in the still-startling intensity of its prose."

Alan Warner, Morvern Callar (1995) - "Morvern Callar, a low-paid employee in the local supermarket in a desolate and beautiful port town in the west of Scotland, wakes one morning in late December to find her strange boyfriend has committed suicide and is dead on the kitchen floor. Morvern's reaction is both intriguing and immoral. What she does next is even more appalling. Moving across a blurred European landscape-from rural poverty and drunken mayhem of the port to the Mediterranean rave scene-we experience everything from Morvern's stark, unflinching perspective."

Kate Chopin, The Awakening (1899) - "When first published in 1899, The Awakening shocked readers with its honest treatment of female marital infidelity. Audiences accustomed to the pieties of late Victorian romantic fiction were taken aback by Chopin's daring portrayal of a woman trapped in a stifling marriage, who seeks and finds passionate physical love outside the confines of her domestic situation."

Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit (1985) - "This is the story of Jeanette, adopted and brought up by her mother as one of God's elect. Zealous and passionate, she seems destined for life as a missionary, but then she falls for one of her converts."

Antonia White, Frost In May (1933) - "Nanda Gray, the daughter of a Catholic convert, is nine when she is sent to the Convent of Five Wounds. Quick-witted, resilient, and eager to please, she adapts to this cloistered world, learning rigid conformity and subjection to authority. Passionate friendships are the only deviation from her total obedience."

Daša Drndić, Belladonna (2012) - "Andreas Ban is a writer and psychologist, above all an intellectual full of empathy, but his world has been collapsing for years, and when he goes to a miserable retirement and learns that he is ill, he takes a fresh look at the fragments of his life and the lives of his friends. In the fight against illness and old age, Andreas Ban is both cynical and powerful, and while digging through his own past, he encounters stories of the disenfranchised, the persecuted, the helpless... and in the process uncompromisingly deals with the most diverse taboos."

Iris Murdoch, The Bell (1958) - "A lay community of thoroughly mixed-up people is encamped outside Imber Abbey, home of an enclosed order of nuns. A new bell, legendary symbol of religion and magic, is rediscovered. Dora Greenfield, erring wife, returns to her husband. Michael Mead, leader of the community, is confronted by Nick Fawley, with whom he had disastrous homosexual relations, while the wise old Abbess watches and prays and exercises discreet authority. And everyone, or almost everyone, hopes to be saved, whatever that may mean....Iris Murdoch's funny and sad novel has themes of religion, the fight between good and evil, and the terrible accidents of human frailty."

Joshua Cohen, The Netanyahus (2021) - "Corbin College, not-quite-upstate New York, winter 1959-1960: Ruben Blum, a Jewish historian - but not an historian of the Jews - is coopted onto a hiring committee to review the application of an exiled Israeli scholar specializing in the Spanish Inquisition. When Benzion Netanyahu shows up for an interview, family unexpectedly in tow, Blum plays the reluctant host, to guests who proceed to lay waste to his American complacencies."

#for total transparency's sake - i haven't quite finished the last three #but they're so brilliant and I love them so much that I had to include them in my recommendations #thank you so much!#books #literature #from my library

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Ok, I'll try to ask you something else, hoping they haven't already asked you. XD

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

The last time I laughed was when I was writing the beginning of the draft of the next chapter of my 'The Curse of Monterrey' xD And yes, it's the WDZ series' reference :-)

...'Don Diego, do you find me attractive?', Enrique asked, still chuckling.

'We seem to have already clarified this matter,' said Don Diego, whose voice seemed to Antonia tense. Sure!

'You might agree because of politeness', told Monastario.

'Madre de Dios! Every women in the capital city consider you a handsome man, Comandante, is it not enough for you?', de la Vega laughed nervously.

#zorro #disney's zorro #disney zorro #guy williams #diego de la vega #captain monastario #britt lomond #fanfic #fanfiction #fiction #writing #humor #humour #answered asks

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[cis female and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [ROMINA CORTEZ]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [MELISSA BARRERA]. You must be the [THIRTY-FIVE] year old [PR AGENT]. Word is you’re [ORGANIZED] but can also be a bit [IMPASSIVE] and your favorite song is [WORK BY RIHANNA]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER].. I’m sure you’ll love it!

name: romina cortez

nickname: rom, romi, cortez

age: 35

gender: cis female

sexual orientation: bisexual

occupation: pr agent

residence: seabrook quarter

pregnancy, mentions of abortion tw: romi was unwanted from the very moment of her conception. her mother was on her way out of a relationship with someone who wasn't good for her mentally and emotionally when she found that that she was pregnant. instantly, she called the local clinic and booked an appointment without telling the father. firm on her decision, she showed up to the clinic only to be stopped by a group of people who managed to guilt her into considering her other options.

with every month that went on where she had to be with child, antonia dived further in misery. she was in a city on her own without a place to stay and when her friend's couches ran out, she relocated to a shelter. after watching many mother's with their children and the difficulties they lived with, it only reaffirmed that she was set on giving her kid something better: another family.

romi was a few days old when she was placed in the foster home that would go on to adopt her. a mixed family with enough children that silence came at a rare cost. with lack of discipline from her parents, romi often tried to put her foot down and parent her siblings due to craving some sort of stability around her. despite loving her family and its chaotic nature, she knew that she lacked something in her household.

at least it was what the therapist confirmed when she became an adult with anger issues. after so many people and partners telling her to speak to someone, she followed their advice and discovered enough about herself that she fired her therapist and walked away.

when a friend got engaged outside of high school, they booked a trip to vegas and celebrated as twent-one year olds would. it was on the last day there that she met a guy that made her extend her trip to spend with him. a few days later, they were married and high on love or lust - she still hasn't figured that one out.

the reality settled in when they had to leave and they annulled their marriage and went back to their own lives.

her first job was a personal assistant to a young designer who had no clue how to work social media. from then, she jumped from d lister to d lister until she found her current job.

not any bigger than previous ones apart from maybe being a c or b lister celebrity who constantly gets themself in trouble. the parents were the ones to hire her and ensure that they kept themself in a positive light after getting arrested a few too many times.

with her job going well for herself, she decided to ensure that her wealth was well death with by hiring a lawyer and after mentioning an annulled marriage, the news that it hadn't, in fact, been annulled hit her hard. with the news fresh in her mind, she took a flight to find the man she left behind a decade ago in order to give him the news.

specific connections:

vegas marriage: they both want it to end but just are keen on making the other miserable in the meantime

client: a teen or adult who is a celebrity but very bad at it and she's in charge of making sure they keep a good rep.

potential connections:

friends

drinking buddies

neighbours!!!

exes

one night stands

flings

enemies

work clients

#aurorabay.intro

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Hallway Crush

Elvis Presley x BAMF!OC Fem

Toni Stark is unlike any of the women Elvis has known. She's insanely intelligent, witty, and doesn't stand for anyone's shit. He develops a crush on her from afar, giving longing glances every time he sees her exiting press conferences when he's on the way to his concerts. Toni never notices him, more focused on escaping flashing cameras. But, what happens when Toni is gone for three months and comes back a changed woman with a certain glowing contraption in her chest?

Or: Toni Starks stays at the International Hotel pouring her time into the party life and meaningless one-night-stands. Elvis has a fierce interest in her, but then she's captured in Afghanistan and eventually comes back to Vegas as a workaholic and the metal hero we all know and love.

Not placed in the MCU or its timeline, I'm just using versions of the characters and their backstories in this story. Also will not be historically accurate when it comes to American politics and wars of the time. Priscilla does not exist in this story. Also not betaed.

Chapter 1: Let’s Start at the Beginning…

Antonia Margaret Stark was born during a catastrophic thunderstorm on May 29, 1945, foreshadowing the immense impact she would have on the world around her. Her loving mother, Maria Stark, was thrilled to welcome her baby girl into the world, while Howard Stark, Antonia's father, was quite the opposite. He needed a son. He had written in his will that his eldest child was to inherit the ownership of Stark Industries when he passed. Such a position was not meant for a woman. And he couldn't try to make an exception and have another child, as he and Maria already struggled to bring Antonia about. He was stuck and already held a grudge against his daughter for simply being born a female.

So, growing up, Antonia, or Toni as she would prefer to be called, was constantly pushed away by her father when she ever showed an interest in his line of work. At age 7, she had wandered into her father's office to show him a mechanical toy car she had built. He had been in a meeting with Obadiah Stane, Toni called him Uncle Obie, and when Howard was interrupted by the little girl's voice shouting, "Daddy, look what I made!" he slammed the door right on Toni, resulting in a few of her toes being broken. She didn't even have the energy to cry, too shocked to even feel the stabbing pain running up her left foot. When her mother found her crumpled on the floor by Howard's office door, her toy car scattered around her in pieces, Maria did not need to question what happened. She knew of Howard's distaste for their only child. Her mother simply bowed down to scoop Toni off the ground and laid her in her bed, calling a doctor to fix her foot.

Throughout elementary and middle school, Toni proved to be more intelligent than some of her teachers. She always won top prize in science fairs and spelling bees. Her mother was always there offering her sweet smiles of reassurance as well as her Aunt Peggy, one of her father's old friends from the military, who Toni looked up to for her strength, was there looking at her with pride. Uncle Jarvis, Howard's right-hand-man, was sure to attend every single one, being the father figure Toni never had. Even Uncle Obie had managed to come to a few of her events, apologizing for Howard's absence, claiming he was too "busy" with board meetings and inventing the next big military weapon.

From then on, Toni made it her life's mission to prove her father wrong, and show that she could be just as successful as him, if not more. Luckily, she was not alone in her journey, her mother supported her, buying her the textbooks she wanted and helping her change her bedroom into a lab space for her to experiment. And, of course, she had her Aunt Peggy and Uncle Jarvis who would come to the house to tell Howard about their adventures, but would always devote time to listen to Toni ramble on about electric circuits and whatever new scientific discovery she had made. Uncle Jarvis was the only man in Toni's life she truly trusted. He taught her how to ride a bike and tie her shoes. But, she had a special bond with her Aunt Peggy as well, her hardiness and red lipstick just two of the things Toni had admired about her aunt. She always took Peggy's advice, to always stick up for herself; not to move, but make others move instead.

At age 13, Toni was already enrolled at MIT, breezing through her courses, rarely paying attention to the lessons, having the occasional professor call her up to the board to solve an equation to which she would break down with ease. In 1958, she was the youngest and only female student at MIT. She was sure her name had something to do with her enrollment, but she also knew her credentials were beyond extraordinary. She constantly had a target on her back, not missing the sneers some of the boys give her, assuming she only got in on the basis of who her father was. But, she had many accomplishments at MIT, including her invention of the first form of Artificial Intelligence. She decided to create a robot to help her with her tools, which prompted her to try a new type of coding where the robot’s skills developed by learning through experiences. It also caused the robot to gain personality traits, one of which being its blatant ignorance, earning it the name of DUM-E. She graduated at age 17 with an undergraduate degree in computer science and molecular biology and eventually received two master’s degrees in engineering by age 19.

After her time at MIT, Toni spent her days on minor projects for Stark Industries because of her father’s refusal to give her an official position in the company. It was better than nothing, she told herself. She was participating in the hands-on aspects of the engineering, experimenting with welding and proper wire placement. Most of the time she had the fellow engineers question her methods or tell her to leave and let the men do the work. Her life went on like this for two years, she was content(ish), but felt she was ready to move on to bigger things.

Then December 16, 1966 rolled around which would cause Toni’s life to take a full 180. It seemed like a normal winter day, she woke up to go to the lab, before wishing her parents safe travels for their visit to the Pentagon. Her father shrugged her off with annoyance and told her not to make a mess of his penthouse while they were away. Her mother stood on her toes to kiss Toni’s forehead, before she said her last words to her daughter, “Farewell, Gioia, show those stuck-ups that you’re a Stark,” she whispered the last part before grabbing her bag and walking out of Toni’s life forever with the shutting of a door.

While working on a new rotator for the latest missile, one of the welders had handed her a rusted phone after saying, “It’s for you, Stark,” Her eyes became watery as she heard the monotone voice on the other end tell her that her parents were in a fatal car accident while en route to the Pentagon. She dropped the phone and ran into the tiny ladies’ restroom before getting sick in one of the toilets. Her father had taken her mother away from her. He took everything from Toni. Her mother was gone. Her sweet, caring, innocent mother who had seen Toni’s potential when her father hadn’t. Her mother who had made her tea and tiramisu after having a bad day at MIT. Her mother who silently stood up against Howard by supporting Toni’s passion. She would never see her again. Toni had never felt so helpless in her life. She crumpled on the dusty bathroom tile and sobbed into her knees for hours until someone had called Uncle Obie to come looking for her. When he found her in her fetal position, he pulled her onto her feet before speaking solemnly, “Come on, your mother wouldn’t want to see you like this,” Toni let out a sob at the mention of her mother before he continued, “Let’s get you home.” But Toni knew her home would no longer be home anymore without the smell of her mother’s perfume or her homemade Italian meals.

The funeral was quiet with only close friends and family in attendance. Aunt Peggy and Uncle Jarvis were there with their arms around Toni and their eyes stuck on the shiny caskets. Obadiah had wanted Toni to say a few words for her lost parents. Toni rambled on about her mother's proud Italian roots and how she devoted her time to philanthropy and helping those in need. How she never let her own emotions get in the way of helping others. How gloomy this world will be without her bright smile. Then it came to talk about Howard. Toni talked of his scientific discoveries and how the weapons industry would not be as advanced without him. She never told of anything personal because there was nothing to tell.

As Toni watched the dirt pour onto her parents' caskets, she discovered that she would do whatever she needed to do to reach the top of the pyramid. If it meant working until her body and mind broke, she would do it. She was no longer just Toni, she was Toni Stark.

After Obadiah Stane’s temporary position as CEO, Toni took over at age 21, being the youngest and only female CEO of any corporation, ever. She was a revolutionary, and she let it get to her head. She built weapons more advanced than her father’s, working herself to the bone for countless hours, becoming a scientific prodigy. The stocks rose drastically, until eventually Toni Stark had more money than God with too many properties, cars, and expensive paintings to count. Her life became a constant cycle of working in her lab for days, coming out for a day or two of partying, drinking, gambling, and meaningless sex with handsome journalists she would charm into her hotel room. She hid her pain behind lavish clothing, self-importance, and sarcasm.

She got herself an assistant, Pepper Potts, who was more a babysitter than a personal assistant, but they had an understanding of each other that led to an unbreakable friendship. She also had her butch security guard and chauffeur, Happy Hogan, who was hired more for Toni’s teasing than security purposes. But, most important of all, she met her best friend, her platonic soulmate, James Rhodes, or Rhodey Bear as Toni liked to call him. They met through the constant meetings between Toni and the military superiors. They immediately clicked and haven’t left each other’s side since. He went from U.S. Air Force officer to Toni Stark's best friend and the military's chief liaison to Stark Industries' weapons division. He was her rock and the voice of reason in her fuck-up of a life, cleaning the messes she left behind. He was the only one who saw the real side of Toni, past the façade of the rich, genius, playgirl, and instead saw the raw, emotional wreck of a human. And he never judged her for her true self, just held her when she cried.

When Toni wasn’t in New York for boring meetings and whatnot, she spent her days in the new International Hotel in Las Vegas. She had her own special penthouse built in the hotel with a lab for her late-night inventions and enough room to house 5 families. Her only companions were her two bots DUM-E and Butterfingers, who she'd brought from New York to stay in her hotel room. Though occasionally Pepper or Rhodey would visit for business inquiries, but most people knew to leave her alone while she was in Vegas. She spent her days in the VIP lounge smoking cigarettes, drinking and flirting with men twice her age. Vegas reminded her of herself, it was full of chaos and it never slept. It was her escape from New York, the escape from the death of her mother and her father’s dissatisfaction. So, Vegas is where she stayed.

#elvis presley x reader #elvis presley #elvis movie #elvis aaron presley #elvis fanfic #tony stark #female tony stark #bamf tony stark #70s elvis #60s elvis #las vegas #international hotel #slow burn #enemies to friends to lovers #iron man #pepper potts #james rhodes #happy hogan #memphis mafia

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Book Club Recommendations: Immigrant Experiences

Of Women and Salt by Gabriela Garcia

In present-day Miami, Jeanette is battling addiction. Daughter of Carmen, a Cuban immigrant, she is determined to learn more about her family history from her reticent mother and makes the snap decision to take in the daughter of a neighbor detained by ICE. Carmen, still wrestling with the trauma of displacement, must process her difficult relationship with her own mother while trying to raise a wayward Jeanette. Steadfast in her quest for understanding, Jeanette travels to Cuba to see her grandmother and reckon with secrets from the past destined to erupt.

From 19th-century cigar factories to present-day detention centers, from Cuba to Mexico, Gabriela Garcia's Of Women and Salt is a kaleidoscopic portrait of betrayals—personal and political, self-inflicted and those done by others—that have shaped the lives of these extraordinary women. A haunting meditation on the choices of mothers, the legacy of the memories they carry, and the tenacity of women who choose to tell their stories despite those who wish to silence them, this is more than a diaspora story; it is a story of America’s most tangled, honest, human roots.

Ties That Tether by Jane Igharo

At twelve years old, Azere promised her dying father she would marry a Nigerian man and preserve her culture even after emigrating to Canada. Her mother has been vigilant about helping--forcing--her to stay well within the Nigerian dating pool ever since. But when another match-made-by-mom goes wrong, Azere ends up at a bar, enjoying the company and later sharing the bed of Rafael Castellano, a man who is tall, handsome, and white.

When their one-night stand unexpectedly evolves into something serious, Azere is caught between her growing feelings for Rafael and the compulsive need to please her mother who will never accept a relationship that threatens to dilute Azere's Nigerian heritage.

Azere can't help wondering if loving Rafael makes her any less of a Nigerian. Can she be with him without compromising her identity? The answer will either cause Azere to be audacious and fight for her happiness or continue as the compliant daughter.

Afterlife by Julia Alvarez

Antonia Vega, the immigrant writer at the center of Afterlife, has had the rug pulled out from under her. She has just retired from the college where she taught English when her beloved husband, Sam, suddenly dies. And then more jolts: her bighearted but unstable sister disappears, and Antonia returns home one evening to find a pregnant, undocumented teenager on her doorstep. Antonia has always sought direction in the literature she loves—lines from her favorite authors play in her head like a soundtrack—but now she finds that the world demands more of her than words.

Afterlife is a compact, nimble, and sharply droll novel. Set in this political moment of tribalism and distrust, it asks: What do we owe those in crisis in our families, including—maybe especially—members of our human family? How do we live in a broken world without losing faith in one another or ourselves? And how do we stay true to those glorious souls we have lost?

Nuclear Family by Joseph Han

Things are looking up for Mr. and Mrs. Cho. Their dream of franchising their Korean plate lunch restaurants across Hawaiʻi seems within reach after a visit from Guy Fieri boosts the profile of Cho's Delicatessen. Their daughter, Grace, is busy finishing her senior year of college and working for her parents, while her older brother, Jacob, just moved to Seoul to teach English. But when a viral video shows Jacob trying—and failing—to cross the Korean demilitarized zone, nothing can protect the family from suspicion and the restaurant from waning sales.

No one knows that Jacob has been possessed by the ghost of his lost grandfather, who feverishly wishes to cross the divide and find the family he left behind in the north. As Jacob is detained by the South Korean government, Mr. and Mrs. Cho fear their son won't ever be able to return home, and Grace gets more and more stoned as she negotiates her family's undoing. Struggling with what they don't know about themselves and one another, the Chos must confront the separations that have endured in their family for decades.

Set in the months leading up to the 2018 false missile alert in Hawaiʻi, Joseph Han's profoundly funny and strikingly beautiful debut novel is an offering that aches with histories inherited and reunions missed, asking how we heal in the face of what we forget and who we remember.

#historical fiction #literary fiction #fiction #book club books #Library Books #Book Recommendations #book recs #Reading Recs #reading recommendations #TBR pile #tbr #tbrpile #to read #Want To Read #Booklr #book tumblr #book blog #library blog

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{ANTONIA GENTRY, 21, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER} Is that PHILIPPA “PIPPA” MORRISON-GRANT? A SOPHOMORE originally from MANHATTAN, NYC, they decided to come to Ogden College to study PRE-MED. They’re THE ICE QUEEN on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

CHARACTER INSPO — Paris Geller (Gilmore Girls), Isadora Vega (Court), Elsa (Frozen), Alyssa Chua (Heiress Apparently), Yuki (The Grimrose Girls), Queen Mina (Girls Made of Glass and Snow), Reina Mori (The Atlas Six), Michela Pratt (How to Get Away with Murder), Michel Gerard (Gilmore Girls), Raymod Holt (Brooklyn Nine Nine), Carolton Lassiter (Psych), Rosalie Hale (Twilight)

CURRENT SOUNDTRACK — Karma by Taylor Swift

CHARACTER STATS:

FULL NAME: Philippa Emily Morrison-Grant

NICKNAMES: Pippa

GENDER: Cis Woman

PRONOUNS: She/Her

MAJOR: Pre-med

MINOR: Art History

SEXUALITY: Bisexual Biromantic

BIRTHDAY & AGE: 5 March 2001 & 21

ZODIAC: Taurus

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English, French, Italian, Spanish

PHYSICAL:

FACECLAIM: Antonia Gentry

HAIR COLOR & STYLE: Brown with blonde highlights & typically worn down with her natural curls

EYE COLOR: Brown

GLASSES/CONTACTS: No/No

HEIGHT: 5'1"

TATTOOS: None PIERCINGS: Just ears

CLOTHING STYLE: A lot of neutral color colors or yellows and oranges; jeans or black pants with a tank and open sweater

USUAL EXPRESSION: Usually concentrating

SOCIABILITY: Would rather be alone or small groups than in larger groups

NSFW QUESTIONS FOR DRUG / ALCOHOL RELATED QUESTIONS

ADDICTIONS: None

DRUG USE: Social; weed occasionally

ALCOHOL USE: She pretends to drink (vodka tonic with lime) but she does not drink

PERSONALITY:

THREE POSITIVE TRAITS: Well-Rounded, Independent, Stable

THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS: Competitive, Unfriendly, Passive

THREE SKILLS: Very good at math, Can read people well, & Decent at forging signatures

HOBBIES/EXTRACIRRICULAR: Art (Painting) Equestrian (team), ballet, KKG VP of Recruitment

FAVORITES:

COLOUR: Yellow

MUSIC: Pop / Top 100

MOVIES: Art documentaries

SPORTS: Equestrian sports, cheerleading

BEVERAGE: Sprite

FOOD: Mashed potatoes

ANIMAL: Horses

ADDITIONAL INFO:

RELATIONSHIP TO GREER: Boiled down, their relationship should be easy to understand: cousins. But everyone knows that family is complicated to say the least—Greer and Pippa are no different. They were always fire and ice, polar opposites, two very different sides of the same coin. Being cousins and around the same age, Pippa and Greer were always shoved together at family events. Pippa never felt like she was out of place for being adopted into the Morrison family. Although Pippa always got along better with Greer’s younger sister, there was something about Greer that always seemed to irk her—possibly that her parents were always trying to get her to emulate Greer to a degree. Pippa was very much irritated by Greer’s more bubbly personality and ability to walk into a room and charm anyone she talked to. Since their parents threw them together, Pippa used it as an excuse to compete with her cousin. While she wasn’t always successful at besting Greer, Pippa was always right on Greer’s heels when it came to what she attempted. As a child, she never really cared about being compared to Greer, but as she grew older, she realized that she and Greer didn’t have anything in common, nor did Pippa really want them to. Pippa had always been slightly jealous of Greer’s sunshiny natures because Pippa was the opposite: quiet and cold. But Pippa could always see behind Greer’s friendly attitude and see the trouble that would cause later down the line. Pippa might have always seemed distant from people, but unlike Greer, she used that as a shield to keep people from getting too close to her. Greer was always someone Pippa used as an example of what not to do because in Pippa’s eyes, she knew that one day Greer would get hurt. Their relationship, like every family, was complicated and there were days that Pippa hated Greer, while there were other days when she felt sorry for her. Though family was family—and Pippa knew that Greer’s reputation had everything to do with her own. So she ruled with her iron fist and fear, while she let Greer charm her way. Sometimes picking up the pieces that her cousin dropped along the way. If Pippa wasn’t so critical and competitive of her cousin, the two might have made a good pair together.

PLEASE EXPAND ON HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR SKELETON TROPE. Pippa was raised under the idea that children should be seen, not heard. Her parents were strict with her, having a very specific idea of what children ought to be like. That isn’t to say her family was awful to her in any way, but they did have a very authoritarian way of raising her. For the most part, Pippa was an easy child. She followed in her mother’s footsteps, choosing to hold her emotions back unless very necessary because in her eyes, emotions were how people got in trouble. Pippa always saw the way people in her social circle spoke too: critical of everyone around her. As the adopted daughter of her parents, they were even more critical of her. Whatever she did would reflect on her parents and in turn reflect on the rest of her family, so Pippa has always tried to take anything people have said to her with a grain of salt, letting the hateful comments slide off her shoulders rather than get to her. If she ever showed how much people got to her, then she would have broken a long time ago. Despite the cold demeanor that Pippa has, she can be quite warm when she wants to be. Those that she trusts, know a different side of her: one that can be playful and fun. However, she does like to keep up the appearance that she is less glacial as she pretends to be. She is very cautious of what image she is projecting in the world, especially when it comes to anything she posts online. Pippa does not use social media as often as some people her age does and when she does, her feed is very curated. She does have private social media pages that are for her friends only and they show a slightly different side to her—one that is a bit more caring and fun-loving. Under all that ice, she is just someone who just wants to be liked, not for who her family is or how much money she has and because of this very few people know who she really is behind the thick walls that she’s put up to keep people out.

EXTRACURRICULARS: Cheer, Equestrian (member), Ballet, KKG (VP of Recruitment)

BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION:

trigger warnings — death (first bullet point)

Philippa Grant was born to Augustus Grant and Cecelia Grant (nee Lloyd) on a rainy March 5th in Manhattan, NYC. Augustus was the CEO of an up and coming marketing and PR company that worked with a lot of publishing companies and the media. For the first year of Pippa's life, her father was healthy, but on her second birthday, he passed away from a rapid condition with his heart. After his death, all the shares of his company were signed over to Cecelia until Pippa turned twenty-five and could take over the company or sell it if she wished.

A year after her husband's death, Cecelia remarried. Sterling Morrison, for the most part, was a good step father and with it came even more money and social standing. He also came with more family. Both Cecelia and Augustus had been only children. Pippa had grown up with only grandparents and no cousins her own age until Sterling. She had never known her birth father and while Pippa had the photos of him, Sterling was her father. He officially adopted her at the age of five. They stated a family of three, despite efforts to have a second child.

The Morrison-Grant family was constantly in the social spotlight, which meant that Pippa grew up hearing about all her flaws. She knew her parents wanted the best for her and so she tried her best not to step out of line in order to make them proud. Pippa knew that people would always be critical of her and her mother. She heard constantly rumors about her mother and their place within the elite of New York City. Unlike some people, Pippa took all the rumors with grace; mean comments and rumors about her spread through New York like wildfire, yet she grew only managed to grow stronger each day. Nothing could phase her, no matter how awful the comment was.

Since she was constantly in the spotlight because of her family, Pippa knew the pressures of growing up in the Morrison family. Not only were her parents relying on her to keep the name in a positive light. It was never said out loud, but Pippa knew that her parents wanted her to sell the shares of Augustus's company and do something new, which is why she set the goal to become a doctor when she was still in high school. Her parents were thrilled and assumed that Pippa was happy with the choice, even if it was somewhat pressured by her parents.

Pippa attended a private school in New York, along side other socialites. School was something that Pippa always excelled at without much prompting from her parents. Being around books rather than other people—especially the ones that always seemed to spread rumors about her family—was more her style than socializing with other people. Pippa never felt excluded because of who her family was and it almost became something if she chose a person to be in her social circle. She created her own little social scene at school, mostly surrounding herself with people are driven and competitive as she was in academic and extracurricular activities at her school.

As much as Pippa wanted to immediately go off to college after graduating high school, her parents let her take a gap year before going to Ogden. Pippa doesn't talk much about her time in Europe, except for the public parts of it—the philanthropy that she publicly posted online. Even her real social media is devoid of any information about her trip. After her trip was over, Pippa was expected to join her cousins at Ogden, which she was happy to do. Ogden might not have been her first choice because of Greer, but it was a good college and she wanted only the best for herself if she was planning on going to medical school.

Freshman year at Ogden was mostly her trying to carve her own path aside from the one that Greer had already begun to create. There were people that thought because of her relationship to the golden girl, they could get close to Greer, but Pippa made it clear to everyone that she was her own person and that she wasn't the person to get close to in order to be around Gerer. In fact, Pippa's first year at Ogden was mostly dedicated to her academic pursuits. Money and legacy might have been the reason that she got into Ogden, but it would not be the reason she was remembered. Pippa may be a Morrison, however she is also a Grant.

HEADCANONS & VARIOUS FACTS:

No one ever calls her Philippa—she has always preferred to be called Pippa or Pip, but never Philippa

She is very bad about texting back and is always leaving people on read. Pippa prefers conversations that are face to face because she can get a read on the person she's talking to. Also her phone is rarely ever fully charged

Prior to her senior year in high school, Pippa was on the tennis team and her extracurriculars mirrored her cousins, other than ballet.

Pippa is never seen without a book, usually something kind of pretentious.

Her favorite artist is Degas

She has two dogs named Galahad and Arthur

The easiest way to get her mad is talk shit about the impressionist painters (especially Van Gogh)

Doctor Who is a guilty pleasure of hers (she will never admit this to anyone though)

She collects crystals and various rocks

She wears her birth father's class ring around her neck

OPEN CONNECTION:

Best Friend / this person has to be okay with never really knowing Pippa because she’s very secretive and doesn’t like to talk to anyone about her emotions. vibes—dancing around the room to taylor swift while studying, impromptu sleepovers, shopping trips in the middle of the week.

Melt the Ice / this person knew her before she came to Ogden, but after she became a Morrison; they try and rile her up and think she needs to let her icy exterior melt a little more and maybe, just maybe Pippa is a little less icy around this person. vibes—cheesy knock-knock jokes, vaguely friendly smiles, making funny faces at each other from across the room.

Hookups

Major and Minor Friends

Friends

CLOSED CONNECTIONS:

The Betrayer / they met freshman year and this person only ever used Pippa in order to get close to Greer; when Pippa found this out, she dropped them as a friend in a massive fight; be it friendship or formerly romantic, these two don’t talk often anymore. vibes—screaming matches, blocking each other on social media, glaring at each other from across the room. Taken by Link

Study Partner / Pippa isn’t stupid, but she isn’t smart either; this person wouldn’t exactly help her they just study together whenever Pippa needs to; it’s always on her terms and usually last minute when she really just needs someone to keep her on track. vibes—the scribbling of ink pens, whispered questions in the library, crumpled paper. Taken by Ollie

TASKS & MISC. LINKS:

Previous Intro

Musings

Previous Intro

Musings

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ACUSA

Pequeñas Historias de Canarias

ACUSA (ARTENARA) GRAN CANARIA

Topónimo indígena. Con este nombre se conocen dos caseríos, uno con el epíteto de Seca y otro con el de Verde. La diferenciación entre Acusa Seca y Acusa Verde viene marcada porque el primero está situado en la vertiente sureste y el segundo en la vertiente noroeste, e, históricamente, por la dedicación de sus habitantes, pues en Acusa Seca se dedicaban al pastoreo y cultivo de trigo y cebada en la vega, mientras que los de Acusa Verde se dedicaban al cultivo de hortalizas y ordinarios por su microclima de costa.

La fortaleza natural de Acusa es una mesa de brechas y coladas volcánicas, de paredes verticales, ubicada en la vertiente noroeste de la cuenca de Tejeda. La mesa está bordeada, por el lado norte y oeste, por el barranco del Merino y, por el lado sureste, por el barranco Grande.

Este hecho le confiere una posición estratégica por el gran dominio visual de casi toda la cuenca de Tejeda y por ser paso natural hacia la costa a través del citado barranco. La Vega de Acusa, así llamada en la antigüedad, si bien constituyó parte importante y vital para los antiguos pobladores, hoy en día conserva yacimientos arqueológicos destacables.

El gran poblado indígena de Acusa se extiende por diferentes zonas, de norte a sur y de este a oeste, entre las que destaca Los Corrales. Está formado por nueve cuevas distribuidas en dos niveles y localizadas bajo un gran solapón natural al este de la meseta. La mayor parte de ellas son artificiales. En el primer nivel se pueden apreciar restos de muros más recientes para guardar el ganado en lo que probablemente fueron cuevas-vivienda. De todo el conjunto destacan dos cuevas por contener manifestaciones rupestres consistentes en pinturas. Los colores blanco y rojo conforman la decoración de las citadas estancias.

Dejando atrás Los Corrales y siguiendo en dirección sur, se encuentra el asentamiento troglodita de Acusa Seca, excavado en la base de un saliente natural. Está conformado por unas cuarenta cuevas, la mayoría de habitación, muy cerca de un granero fortificado. Aparte de las razones geológicas propicias para la elección de este lugar como gran asentamiento, era el único que tenía nacientes de aguas permanentes.

En la zona de Hoya del Álamo y Acusa Seca, el poblado troglodita indígena ha sido reutilizado hasta hace unos años. Varias de las momias encontradas allí están en el Museo Canario: cuatro varones, dos hembras y un niño, todos ellos envueltos en esteras de junco y sacos de pieles de cabra. Otra se la llevó el Dr. Verneau a un museo de París.

Entre todas las construcciones de Acusa Seca cabe destacar la Cueva-Ermita, fácil de distinguir del resto por presentar un hueco sobre la puerta a modo de claraboya, en donde, según cuenta la tradición, había instalada una campana. Es probable que esta cueva-ermita tenga su origen en la entrada de los franciscanos que, a mediados del s. XIV, se establecieron en el lugar. Al parecer, primero fue advocación de San Juan y luego de la Virgen de La Candelaria hasta 1675, año en el que se decide construir una nueva ermita.

Según el cronista, se tienen noticias en el s. XVI del colonizador Gaspar Hernández que ya tiene tierras en el lugar. Dos siglos después, Luisa Antonia Trujillo Figueroa, viuda del Sargento Mayor Alonso Olivares del Castillo, en escritura de 29 de abril de 1705, dice ser propietaria de 97 fanegas de un «Cortijo de tierras labradías con cuevas en la Vega y Montaña de Acusa», que heredaría Pedro A. del Castillo Vergara. Y María Tello, en escritura de 25 de junio de 1717, decía tener 3 fanegas de un «Cercado de tierra labradía denominado la Hoya de Juan Benítez en la Vega de Acusa».

En el momento de la división de los bienes vinculados a Luisa Antonia Trujillo Figueroa, el 23 de junio de 1876, la extensión del cortijo antes citado aparece más especificada y se mencionan muchos topónimos del lugar: 24 fanegas y 5 celemines de «Trozada de tierra labradía denominada La Fuentecilla»; 2 fanegas y 8 celemines de una «Trozada de tierra denominada Lomo del Calvario»; 9 fanegas y 8 celemines de otra «Trozada de tierra denominada Barreras»; 36 fanegas y 9 celemines de otra «Trozada de tierra en el Cortijo de

Los Llanos de Acusa»; 3 fanegas y 9 celemines de otra «Trozada de tierra en la Montaña de Acusa»; y 19 fanegas y 3 celemines de otra «Trozada de tierra labradía y en su mayor parte de “arrifes” con 4 manantiales que nacen en ella, denominada La Huerta y La Cárcel», que fueron heredados por el Condado de la Vega Grande, padre e hijo.

También, con motivo de la desamortización de bienes eclesiásticos, el 23 de octubre de 1805 se sacan a remate, vendiéndose el 21 de diciembre del mismo año, «Dos suertes de tierra de “secano” denominadas “La Quebrada” y “El Corralillo Viejo”, en Acusa», que pertenecían a la Cofradía de San Blas en la ermita de Candelaria de Acusa, por donación testamentaria de Claudina Santos, y que fueron adquiridas por el vecino José Hernández por el precio de 2400 reales de vellón. Igualmente, se sacaron a subasta el 7 de enero de 1842 cuatro trozos del Convento de Santa Clara, conocidos por «Tierras Las Portuguesas», en los lugares de «Tinajas, Tordenos, Lomos-Carcel y Lomitos de Acusa», y que posiblemente pertenecieron a los portugueses asentados en Artenara, Juan y Antonio Báez, que fueron vendidos a Francisco Perera González el 30 de noviembre de 1844.

En 1866 se sacan a remate los bienes de la fábrica parroquial de Artenara, muchos de los cuales figuraban en este lugar, y cuyos topónimos resultan también de interés: La Longuera, El Panuelo, los Tonillares, Cercado Colorado, Los Llanotes y Casa de Portillo.

Fuente: Origen y Noticias de Lugares de Gran Canaria. Humberto Manuel Pérez Hidalgo

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Hopping on the trend, here's my 2022 art summary! Chose my fave pieces from each month because... yeah 💕

Loving the two month art hiatus and the shift in tone honestly. Here's the characters in order for anyone curious:

January - Claire Russell (Cyberpunk 2077)

February - Nadine Krause (Original Character; Fandomless)

March - IQ (Rainbow Six: Siege)

April -> May - N/A

June - Jasmin Benavides (Original Character; Grand Theft Auto 5/Online)

July - Tommy Angelo (Mafia: Definitive Edition)

August - Antonia "Nomad" Perryman (Original Character; Ghost Recon Wildlands/Breakpoint)

September - Zahra Kadir (Original Character; Fandomless)

October - Rogue Amendiares (Cyberpunk 2077)

November - Simon "Ghost" Riley (Call of Duty: MW2 Reboot)

December - Imani Noelle Davis / Courier Six (Original Character; Fallout New Vegas)

#txt #pic #my art #2022 art summary

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Jose Redondo Rubio

Mujeres en la Memoria….. (I)

Periodistas, maestras, políticas, médicas, escritoras… y no menos significativas, sastras, limpiadoras, campesinas, pastoras, amas de casa… todas ellas con un denominador común, defensoras de la libertad, la democracia, la justica y la igualdad, que dejaron su vida y para otro momento sus propias demandas, para hacerlo por otras prioritarias y comunes.

Vamos a abrir una sección y poner en el lugar que se merecen a las mujeres luchadoras antifranquistas “Mujeres en la Memoria” hará una pequeña biografía de todas aquellas que por su compromiso y entrega constituyen un ejemplo y referente.

¿Por qué en grupos de 21?

En 1907 el médico Duncan Mac Dougall (Massachusetts USA) intentó pesar el alma, con una cama que a manera de balanza era sensible al peso más insignificante. Entonces llevó a seis moribundos que accedieron participar en el experimento; los observó antes, durante y después de sus respectivas muertes, y midió en cada etapa, su peso. El resultado fue asombroso y coincidió en todos los casos, con un número exacto: 21,262142347500003 gramos fue la diferencia entre el peso del cuerpo viviente y del cadáver. ¿Es entonces ese el peso del alma? El experimento y el resultado del mismo, demostró, según muchos, que el alma existe y que tiene masa y / o peso; y que la gravedad posiblemente, actúa en ella.

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Amada García Rodríguez estaba embarazada y sus verdugos decidieron esperar a que naciera el niño para ejecutarla a sus 27 años en el Castillo de San Felipe en la ría de Ferrol. Acusada de roja, de revolucionaria, de haber bordado y escondido en su casa una bandera comunista con la hoz y el martillo. Amada vecina de Mugardos, era una de tantas mujeres que florecieron con la República. Comunista, buena oradora, luchadora en favor de los derechos de las mujeres, de la libertad y la justicia.

Aurora Picornell Femenías fue la primera mujer en militar en el Partido Laico de Mallorca. Organizó el “Sindicat de Sastresses” de la capital balear, denunció la explotación laboral en primera persona desde la práctica y denuncia a los explotadores con nombre y apellidos. Su padre Gabriel Picornell , sus hermanos Gabriel e Ignasisus, y su compañero Heriberto Quiñones fueron también asesinados. La noche del 5 de enero de 1937 fue brutalmente torturada, para después ser fusilada esa noche de reyes frente a la fachada del cementerio de Porreras, tenía 24 años.

María Domínguez Remón. Obrera, autodidacta, periodista, socialista, republicana, literata y primera mujer alcaldesa en la Segunda República. Aplicó la legislación republicana, constituyendo bolsas de trabajo. Se preocupó por la educación en Gallur. Instituyó una escuela unitaria de niños y niñas, reportando una partida económica para que la limpieza de la escuela no la hiciesen los maestros y los niños, acondicionó las dependencias educativas. En 1933 publicó “Opiniones de Mujeres” donde revela su feminismo, defensa de la ley del divorcio, la igualdad y el perfeccionismo democrático. Con 54 años, en septiembre de 1936 fue fusilada por un grupo de elementos franquistas en las tapias del cementerio de Fuentejalón.

Antonia Torre Yela tenía 18 años, fue condenada a muerte por estar "complicada en el trabajo clandestino de la organización delictiva de las JSU". Se le acusaba de ser responsable de un delito de adhesión a la rebelión, previsto y penado en el artículo 238 del Código de Justicia Militar, con la agravante de la "trascendencia de los hechos y peligrosidad. Considerada la “decimocuarta Rosa”, fue fusilada el 19 de febrero de 1940. José Rodríguez Vega, coincidió con ella en la misma comisaría poco después del final de la guerra, y dijo: “unos gritos desgarradores salían de las gargantas de las mujeres, estaban siendo cruelmente maltratadas. Poco después aparecieron con las ropas destrozadas y señales en sus brazos y en su cara de los golpes que habían recibido”. Las apalearon hasta dejarlas sin sentido, fue fusilada en las tapias del cementerio de la Almudena sin haber cometido más delito que el de figurar en los servidos de cocina y limpieza de una organización libertaria de Madrid. Contra la pena de muerte, no valía ya la juventud o incluso la minoría de edad -legal, que no judicial- como defensa.

Amparo Barayón Miguel. “ Ramón, no perdones a mis asesinos que me han robado a Andreína, ni a Miguel Sevilla que es culpable de haberme denunciado. No lo siento por mí, porque muero por ti. Pero ¿qué será de los niños? Ahora son tuyos. Siempre te querré”.

Fue la carta de despedida a su marido.

Acusada de espía, fue fusilada por falangistas en el cementerio de Zamora el 11 de octubre de 1936 con 32 años. Era pianista, activista anarquista, republicana y feminista. Formó parte y fundó varias asociaciones culturales en Zamora, promovió la creación del Ateneo de Zamora, colaboró con la revista Juventud, el Mercantil y el Heraldo de Zamora con el seudónimo de Miguelina Ascona.

Su trabajo en Telefónica le permitió trasladarse a trabajar y vivir en Madrid. A partir de ese momento su participación sindical fue creciente, se afilió a la CNT y perdió su empleo por participar en la huelga de la Telefónica de 1931. Para sobrevivir le toco hacer trabajos de mecanografa e impartía clases de piano.

En Madrid, asistiendo a una tertulia literaria conoció al que sería su marido, Ramon J. Sender. Tuvieron un hijo, Ramón, nacido en 1934, y una hija, Andrea, en 1936, con la que fue encarcelada en la cárcel de Zamora hasta ser separada para trasladarla al hospicio. Los hijos (que habían quedado en zona fascista), fueron recuperados por Sender.

Sus hermanos Antonio y Saturnino también fueron asesinados. Los tres hermanos Barayón fueron sometidos tras su asesinato a expedientes abiertos por la Comisión Provincial de Incautación de Bienes, que pasaron a la jurisdicción de Responsabilidades Políticas.

Pocos años más tarde, sus restos fueron recuperados de la fosa común y trasladados al panteón de la familia de su hermana Magdalena.

Nicolasa Blas Santamaría era natural del barrio de la Prosperidad de Madrid. Miliciana Comunista y Republicana, fue enfermera durante la guerra. Participaba abiertamente en las manifestaciones y estuvo muy significada por su intervención en luchas políticas. Una vez iniciado el golpe de estado fascista de 1936 y en los primeros momentos, intervino directamente alentando el asalto al Cuartel de la Montaña. Luego marchó a la sierra como miliciana.

Tras la guerra, Nicolasa fue encarcelada en las prisiones de Ventas, Saturrarán, Amorebieta y Málaga condenada a 30 años de cárcel por un delito de auxilio a la rebelión.

No tuvieron necesidad de fusilarla, falleció en prisión el 25 de junio de 1945 con 29 años reventada a palizas, ciega y medio loca. Siete energúmenos se la llevaron a un local de Falange y allí la molieron a palos. La vista le volvió poco a poco aunque no del todo, pero jamás pudo andar erguida, iba encorvada como una vieja.

Tenía ataques de locura de cuando en cuando y gritaba “¡Cobardes, que os ponéis 7 para pegar a una mujer!”

Julia Lázaro Echevarría nació en Pamplona en 1916, era sastra de oficio. Perteneció al Partido Comunista y Unión General de Trabajadores. Como tantas otras mujeres se alistó en el 5º Regimiento de las Milicias Populares para hacer frente al golpe de estado fascista.

Julia sufrió torturas en los brutales interrogatorios de los calabozos de Gobernación en la Puerta de Sol de Madrid por la temida Brigada Político-Social. Allí la violaron nueve indeseables policías. Volvió a la cárcel en un estado lamentable e inmediatamente la llevaron a juicio y la condenaron a muerte.

A los 3 meses, mientras esperaba la ejecución se dio cuenta de que está embarazada de sus violadores. Su ejecución se retrasó esperaron a que diese a luz a un niño, Juan Emilio, del cual poco se sabe. Era la época cuando los hospicios se llenaron de hijos de asesinadas luchadoras por la libertad.

Julia fue la única mujer de su “saca”. El 24 de agosto de 1940, a las siete semanas del parto, junto a otros presos fue conducida a las tapias del Cementerio del Este de Madrid donde fue asesinada con 24 años.

Milagro Almenara Pérez, feminista y progresista, nació en Santander en 1900. Hija de madre soltera, malvivía cosiendo, barriendo y haciendo todo el trabajo que nadie quería. Era muy brillante en los estudios.

Se matriculó en la Facultad de Farmacia en 1916, su expediente de Licenciatura de Farmacia tuvo premio extraordinario en todas las asignaturas de la carrera. Activista universitaria, delegada de varias asociaciones de mujeres siendo una de las pocas mujeres de la época en cursar estudios superiores.

Su primer trabajo como farmacéutica fue en el término costero de la Rábita y fue la última titular de la “Farmacia de la Compañía”, la más antigua de Granada hasta el golpe de estado y la guerra, cuando fue destruida.

La tarde del 20 de julio de 1936 un piquete de guardias de asalto se presentó en la farmacia con una orden de detención de Milagro Almenara Pérez emitida desde el Gobierno Civil, su trayectoria personal y política la ponía en el disparadero.

Con 35 años, el 2 de noviembre de 1936 fue llevada al frente de Víznar y fusilada por agentes asesinos franquistas muy cerca de la tumba de Federico García Lorca.

Fue enterrada en los Pozos de Viznar donde se concentraron todos los fusilamientos y sepulturas, la tumba ya estaba repleta de obreros de la Fábrica de Pólvoras de El Fargue, fusilados los días anteriores y cubiertos de cal.

En 29 de julio de 1943 el tribunal de responsabilidades políticas acordó investigar sus propiedades para incautarse de ellas. “Se cumplió lo ordenado”, borrar su rastro y su memoria. Parece que la tierra se ha tragado a esta mujer de la memoria de los granadinos. La orla de su promoción (1916-21) desapareció del archivo fotográfico; de su expediente no hay rastro en Farmacia. Ni una sola mención a ella. No hay ni rastro de Milagro en la Facultad donde estudió sola entre una docena de hombres.

La historia de Maravillas Lamberto fue una de las más espeluznantes de la masacre de 1936 en el acto de Sartaguda. Nació el 28 de junio de 1922 en la localidad de Larraga.

A las tres de la mañana del 15 de agosto de 1936, una pareja de la Guardia Civil del puesto de Artajona acompañada de dos civiles miembros de Falange y los requetés, se presentó en su casa para detener a su padre Vicente Lamberto con el propósito de llevarlo a la casa consistorial e interrogarlo por su pertenencia a la UGT.

Maravillas, su madre y sus hermanas más pequeñas que ella se encontraban en la casa, Maravilla tenía 14 años y pidió acompañarle, a lo que los asesinos accedieron; “Yo voy con mi padre, quiero saber que le hacen”. Maravilla no quiso separarse de su padre aunque le costara la vida.

Encerraron a su padre en el calabozo de la planta baja del Ayuntamiento y a ella la hicieron subir a las dependencias superiores. Todos los presentes la violaron repetidamente sin escuchar los lloros de la niña y sin sentir compasión por ella ni el más mínimo remordimiento por lo que estaban haciendo, ellos mismos lo iban pregonando por los bares del pueblo. El primero que lo hizo fue el propio secretario del Ayuntamiento.

Sobre las cinco de la madrugada los sacaron del Ayuntamiento y los llevaron a la “cuneta del Moro». Maravillas destrozada no dejaba de llorar. Los llevaron a un bosque, la desnudaron y repitieron nuevamente la violación delante del padre.

Luego hija y padre fueron fusilados, el cuerpo del padre sigue desparecido en alguna cuneta después de tantos años y el cuerpo de Maravillas fue encontrado por unos pastores; sus asesinos dejaron su cadáver desnudo sin enterrar para que sirviera de alimento a los perros.

Carmen Gómez Galindo. Sindicalista, indomable y valiente, perteneció a la Agrupación de Mujeres Antifascistas de Melilla, asociación que promulgaba la unión de todas las mujeres para luchar contra la guerra y el fascismo. Reivindicaban la igualdad de hombres y mujeres en la lucha contra la amenaza del fascismo.

Llegó el golpe de estado fascista y la muerte se cebócon Carmen y su familia.

Carmen fue asesinada el 14 de agosto de 1936 en el paraje conocido como Huertas del Real con 19 años por miembros de la Falange, que la sacaron de la prisión de Victoria Grande de Melilla donde fue torturada, “¿Adónde me lleváis verdugos?” les dijo desafiante. Carmen nunca calló lo que pensaba no se acobardaba ante nadie, sabía su destino y como se las gastaban estos asesinos. Sueños rotos y su cuerpo violentado.

“¡Cómo se ha defendido la zorra!” dijeron sus asesinos cuando volvieron al coche, que a modo de denuncia conservaban fotos de la manifestación del 1 de mayo con Carmen a la cabeza de los gremios obreros, puño en alto cantando la internacional.

Tres días antes de asesinar a Carmen fue asesinado su hermano Manuel de 25 años, otro de sus hermanos Francisco, estuvo tres años preso en Melilla, cuatro en Alicante y huyó de Tánger a Francia de donde nunca volvió y José, secretario del Partido Comunista fue fusilado el 23 de febrero de 1937.

Daría y Mercedes Buxadétenían 22 y 18 años de edad. Eran residentes en Barcelona y se ofrecieron como enfermeras; pensaban que por su nacionalidad mejicana y trabajar para Cruz Roja no tendrían riesgo alguno si eran capturadas. Llegaron a Mallorca en barco desde Barcelona el 16 de agosto de 1936 como enfermeras voluntarias en una expedición Republicana, que pretendía combatir el golpe de estado en la isla.

Fueron detenidas cuando estaban al cuidado de heridos republicanos y humilladas, torturadas y violadas repetidamente durante semanas por falangistas, legionarios incluso clérigos en Manacór, que las consideraron como unas prostitutas milicianas. Las pasearon en un camión al descubierto y exhibidas por todas partes como trofeos de guerra.

Las autoridades fascistas que controlaban la isla con la ayuda de los italianos y de su jefe militar, el infame «Conde Rossi», no hicieron nada para evitar las innumerables atrocidades que se cometieron con ellas.

Los fascistas sabían perfectamente que las enfermeras del Cuerpo Sanitario no habían cometido ningún crimen. Las volvieron a vejar incluso momentos antes de su fusilamiento en los primeros días de septiembre de 1936 con el beneplácito del clero. Se sospecha que hasta un capellán llamado «Barraquetes» colaboró en la gesta. A pesar de todo, se dice que Daría y Mercedes se enfrentaron a la muerte con aplomo y dignidad.

Matilde Zapata Borrego, nació en Sevilla el 30 de noviembre de 1906. Tras el asesinato de su marido Luciano Malumbres por un pistolero falangista, se convirtió en la directora del periódico santanderino «La Región» hasta su cierre en 1937, redactando artículos de prensa de esta tribuna para dar voz a los trabajadores más desprotegidos. Sería conocida como La Pasionaria de la Montaña por su verbo encendido, su decidida defensa de los derechos de las mujeres, de la igualdad en el ámbito laboral y cultural, y por su actividad política.

Matilde marchó a Asturias a alentar la resistencia frente al fascismo que continuaba avanzando. Al intentar huir a Francia en barco fue detenida por la flota fascista y, en Santander fue sometida a un Consejo de Guerra que la condenó a muerte por apoyar la causa marxista y arengar a las masas en la calle. En la cárcel Matilde fue testigo del sufrimiento colectivo, ayudando a que los ánimos no decayeran en aquellas mujeres sujetas al rigor de unas leyes que se disponían a castigar cualquier huella de signo republicano.

Fue ejecutada el 28 de mayo de 1938 con 31 años en el cementerio de Ciriego. Aunque hay otra versión que indica que fue asesinada a garrote vil después de sufrir torturas reiteradas. Lo que si está documentado es que en este cementerio estarán sus restos en una fosa común junto a los de más de un millar de víctimas de la terrible represión de los primeros años de la victoria de las tropas fascistas

Amalia Gonzales Guerra. Vecina de Carmona y sindicalista de la CNT, fue asesinada por los disparos de unos falangistas cuando tenía 42 años en aplicación del “Bando de Guerra”, una especie de carta en blanco que permitía al ejército golpista de Franco “liquidar” físicamente a cuantas personas hubieran apoyado el legítimo gobierno de la República.

Su cuerpo, junto a las de otras personas asesinadas igualmente esa madrugada, quedó a la vista de cuantos pasaron ese día por la carretera que lleva de Carmona hasta El Viso del Alcor, lugar donde se produjeron los hechos, luego fueron arrojados a una fosa común.

Amalia, dirigía una agrupación de mujeres que trabajaban como sirvientas en las casas de los señoritos del pueblo. Fue una mujer comprometida con la dura realidad de estas trabajadoras que desarrollaban su labor bajo un duro régimen de explotación con salarios de hambre.

Dejó 3 hijos de corta edad: Rafael, de 10 años, Carmen, de 7 y Antonio, de 5.

Encarnación Magaña nació en Tabernas y fue la única mujer fusilada por el franquismo en Almería en 1942, tenía 20 años

Trabajaba en la “Librería Inglesa” y se encargó de traducir y copiar los partes de las noticias de la BBC británica sobre la II Guerra Mundial que después distribuían en Almería y Gibraltar dentro de la publicación antifranquista “El Campense”. La victoria de los aliados en la 2ª Guerra Mundial era una esperanza para los republicanos

Luchadora republicana, destacó por sus inquietudes políticas e intelectuales desde temprana edad cuando estalló la guerra. Con 15 años ingresó en las Juventudes Libertarias, fue secretaria de “Mujeres Libres”, realizó actividades de agitación, propaganda y apoyo en los frentes. Organizó en el Teatro Cervantes de Almería el festival benéfico de la Solidaridad Internacional Antifascista, y visitaba a los milicianos anarquistas en los frentes de Granada para llevarles prensa y comida. El 3 de agosto de 1939 ingresó por primera vez en la cárcel provincial de mujeres de Almería, la llamada “Gachás colorás”, donde sufrió todo tipo de torturas y desde donde continuó con su actividad política al servicio del Socorro Rojo Internacional. Fue puesta en libertad durante la primavera de 1940.

Inculpada y acusada en el “Parte Ingles” de “querer favorecer la victoria de Inglaterra y la URSS en la II Guerra Mundial, para propiciar un cambio de régimen en España” y de ser «autora de un delito de adhesión a la rebelión, como parte de una organización clandestina de tipo marxista para la propaganda, la agitación, acción y el socorro rojo».

El 11 de agosto de 1942 llegó «La Leona», el camión de transporte de presos para su fusilamiento en las tapias del cementerio de Almería. Llegado el momento Encarna Magaña se negó a recibir la comunión, besó uno por uno a sus siete compañeros, se alineó junto a ellos, y sus últimas palabras fueron» ¡Tirad al corazón! ¡Matadme! Los cadáveres fueron arrojados a una fosa común.

Mercedes Romero Abella nació en Cee (A Coruña) el 27 de junio de 1907, estudió magisterio y ejerció como maestra en el barrio de Monelos. Era miembro del Sindicato Provincial de Maestros (FETE-UGT) de La Coruña del cual fue presidenta, y ejerció como apoderada de la candidatura del Frente Popular en las elecciones de 1936.

Su marido Francisco (con el que tuvo un hijo y una hija) participó en la resistencia al golpe militar y fue por ello detenido, condenado a muerte y asesinado el 31 de agosto de 1936, con 32 años.

Tras la muerte de su marido, Mercedes solicitó el pasaporte para embarcar hacia América, y cuando intentaba hacer gestiones no pudo emprenderlo. El 19 de noviembre llegaron unos falangistas a su casa en un coche oscuro, uno de ellos se quedó en el coche y otros dos subieron a la casa diciendo a Mercedes que tenía que acompañarlos a declarar.

La respuesta de Mercedes fue que “a esas horas nadie va a declarar a ningún sitio”. Sabía lo que le esperaba, por eso pronunció además una frase terrible: “mañana me encontrarán muerta en cualquier carretera”.

La encontraron en el pozo del Puente de la Castellana de Aranga, cerca de la carretera de Ferrol. Su cadáver había sido arrojado al río Mandeo. Mercedes había sido violada y torturada, apareció con los dos pechos seccionados y finalmente acribillada a balazos. Se ignoraba cuanto tiempo llevaba muerta, iba vestida con bata de casa y fue inscrita en el libro de defunciones del Registro Civil de Aranga con fecha 19 de noviembre de 1936 como desconocida. Posteriormente el 12 de febrero de 1937, fue identificada y enterrada en una fosa común en Vilarraso, la fosa común más grande de Galicia. Tenía 29 años

Mercedes fue exhumada, identificada por el ADN, y su familia tiene sus restos.

Fidela Díez Cuevas, con 17 años fue encarcelada en la cárcel de Torrelavega por pertenecer a una familia republicana de izquierdas y recitar versos de Lorca, Machado y Cancio. Heredó de su padre las aficiones al verso dando recitales por toda Cantabria, esos fueron sus delitos. Y por ello fue encarcelada, rapada para ridiculizarla y torturada, aunque este castigo no doblegó su espíritu.

Una noche, un grupo de falangistas en complicidad con las guardianas de la cárcel se llevaron a Fidela y la devolvieron hecha un despojo humano, había sido violada y maltratada por una manada de falangistas. Solo podía repetir “fueron cinco, fueron cinco”, al poco tiempo murió.

El fascismo mataba y asesinaba la cultura y quien la ejercía. El 26 de junio de 1938 sería enterrada en el cementerio de La Llama, muy próximo a donde residía con su familia. Su padre pasó muchos años en prisión hasta conseguir la libertad condicional del Penal de Alcalá de Henares en 1954, mientras que, a su madre Eloína Cuevas, le fue denegada la licencia para poder vender en la calle como única forma de subsistencia.

Matea Luna Alarma nació en 1879 en Villalpando (Zamora), madre de 6 hijos. Fue encarcelada acusada de “confeccionar la bandera republicana que ondeó en el balcón del ayuntamiento el 14 de abril del 1931”. Era la hermana mayor de Salvador Luna candidato por el PCE en las elecciones generales de 1933.

Ella y muchas mujeres de clase obrera protestaron en 1933 porque las Hijas de la Caridad se apoderaron de un colegio que ocupaba un local de propiedad municipal, mientras que la escuela pública se encontraba en un estado deplorable, sin capacidad para atender a las necesidades educativas.

Tras el golpe de estado el gobernador civil dio orden de detener y dejar muertos en el cementerio “a todos los individuos que se hubieran destacado por extremistas y contrarios al Movimiento”. Matea fue asesinada en el cementerio de Zamora el 27 de octubre de 1936, con 57 años que había cumplido en la cárcel.

Carmen Mora Marín era natural de Málaga, tenía 22 años y era hija de Amador Mora Rojas, alcalde socialista de Tarifa que consiguió escapar de los golpistas. En diciembre de 1936 la policía franquista trasladó a ella y a su hermana Antonia, de 16 años, a la comisaría para ser interrogadas. Antonia fue liberada. Pero Carmen siguió presa, fue considerada por el instructor “Peligrosa extremista”.

Carmen pertenecido a las Juventudes Socialistas Unificadas (JSU), había ejercido en Tarifa como tesorera del PSOE, y era ferviente defensora y difusora de las ideas socialistas participando en actos por los campos. Se le achacaba una actuación calificable con carácter de autora, de “inducción clara a la rebelión” ya que había participado en la “gestación de la actual subversión marxista”.

El policía que la detuvo declaró que había recibido la confidencia de una vecina que afirmaba que Carmen se había mostrado agresiva con los que llamaba fascistas, que era socialista y estaba dispuesta a morir por sus ideales.

La sentencia daba por demostrado que pertenecía a las JSU, propagaba sus ideas “extremistas”, había “albergado” en su casa de Cádiz a 63 jóvenes tarifeños para asistir a un mitin extremista, y no era favorable al golpe de estado. Era autora de un delito de rebelión porque su propaganda activa y actos políticos habían favorecido la resistencia al golpe.

Los tribunales de guerra estaban facultados para imponer las penas en “la extensión que consideren justa”. En el caso de Carmen, era condenada a muerte por un delito de “rebelión militar por adhesión” con agravante de significativa peligrosidad.

El 19 de abril de 1937 en el foso de la Puerta de Tierra, un piquete de guardias civiles fusiló a Carmen junto a 3 sindicalistas. La venganza se volvió hacia su familia. Su hermano Miguel que estuvo defendiendo el Gobierno Civil, había sido asesinado en agosto de 1936, y un mes después su madre, Antonia Marín Muñoz, fue asesinada en Facinas. Su padre Amador, murió combatiendo en el frente de Córdoba en 1937.

Carmen Luna Alcázar. Conocida como “La Luna”, republicana, feminista, activista de la CNT, defensora de los derechos de los trabajadores, y luchadora contra las injusticias cometidas por la oligarquía agraria. En su casa se celebraban reuniones de miembros del anarcosindicalismo cenetista para conversar sobre sus ideales políticos y sus actividades sindicales. Hablaban de la lucha contra el analfabetismo, para que el pueblo pudiera defenderse.

Su padre era zapatero, Carmen vendedora ambulante de frutas y verduras tuvo 3 hijos y 5 hijas de dos matrimonios, vivían en una humilde choza en el campo, cerca del Cortijo de Ulloa.

El golpe de estado el 18 de julio precipitó los acontecimientos en Utrera. La guardia civil dio muerte esa noche a un obrero. El 26 de julio, la ciudad fue tomada por las tropas del criminal Queipo de Llano.

Carmen fue detenida, encarcelada, humillada y vejada por los falangistas, que la pasearon por el pueblo atada a la cola de un caballo, colgado un letrero que decía «La Luna», rapada la mitad de su cuero cabelludo, la otra mitad con trenzas tricolores republicanas.

Fue fusilada el 18 septiembre de 1936 contra una pared cerca de la puerta del cementerio municipal de Utrera. Allí dejaron su cuerpo como ejemplo hasta el final del día antes de enterrarlo en una fosa común. Tenía con 48 años

Los fascistas querían a Luna muerta, para que su muerte enviara un mensaje a otros activistas y así disuadirlos de que hablaran.

Ricarda Ana Cobacho Cañete , 36 años, republicana convencida, hacía de maestra particular en el Centro Obrero Socialista y ayudaba a la gente que necesitaba cualquier gestión administrativa. Aunque su familia vivía de una tienda de comestibles. Tuvo 4 hijos el mayor de 13 años.

Jauja era un pueblo tranquilo a pesar de la guerra, no hubo desorden, ni ataques, ni muertes pero los falangistas de Lucena llegaron y desencadenaron una represión durísima.

Campesinos, hombres y mujeres, fueron detenidos. El cuartel de la Guardia Civil y la antigua Casa del Pueblo socialista se convirtieron en cárceles y hubo una terrible ola de fusilamientos.

A finales de octubre de 1936, fue arrestada junto a su madre y hermanas. Las raparon, obligaron a tomar aceite de ricino y las torturaron en el cuartel durante 4 días. Querían que Ricarda desvelara el paradero de sus hermanos Juan y Manuel, afiliados al sindicato socialista UGT, que habían huido del pueblo. Ricarda fue llevada sola a una casa de campo, donde fue torturada y sometida a un calvario. A los pocos días apareció su cuerpo en el “Arroyo La Coja” , estaba semienterrada y destrozada, al parecer había sido violada y le habían mutilado los pechos. La encontró un conocido de la familia, y la acabó de enterrar. El marido enfermó, perdió la razón y murió 7 años después. Tras su muerte, expoliaron su tienda y su casa.

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