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hausofmamadas · 1 year

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| A DANCE WITH DINARRÓN: Narcos Mexico/Tax Collector AU Crossover |

… aka an exercise in pure OTP self-indulgence but I don’t care cuz I don’t even care

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Mira, let’s get this out the way, right quick.

If ever you think a Dinarrón post is my last, you’ve probly underestimating my ability to test everyone’s patience by hyperfocusing on one thing and taking to the interwebs to scream about it. Te lo juro I can and will be going for miles with this shit sksjsjsjsj. Having said that, I don’t have thaaat much to scream in all caps about? Like shits kinda speaks for itself.

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Howmever I do hereby submit to the official record: David Ayer’s the greatest gift to this earth not stiff competition aksksks bc so sorry Mr. Ayer but most of your movies are hot!garbage pero fun hot!garbage so (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ Ayer’s actual #1, capital T, Top contribution to history is not the movie Tax Collector but is this scene from the movie Tax Collector

…. of not our David Barron but still a Bobby-Soto-looking Eme gangster named David Barrón Cuevas … FUCKING 💃🏻SALSA💃🏻 DANCING LIKE ARE YOU FORREAL TRYING TO HAVE ME KILLED

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And with this gift, Ayer basically fueled the fire for this mind-meld of Dinarrón dancing, aaand it’s basically the sole reason for me waking up in the morning, it basically maaade the Dinarrón Blue Jeans vid bc I basically only decided to add TC clips after seeing the uncanny similarities to Dina’s wedding.

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It’s like Ayer actually Freddy Kruegered me, plucked the scene straight from my Dinarrón dreams bc the way it fits so well with the scenes of her lil dance routine have me Lebron-tear-ing to the goddamn moon.

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And since I first saw this hot!garbage movie, can conservatively say that I think about this mmm like twice a day. Like they’re not even from the same movie/show, but in my mind, they’re irrevocably fused together like this did just happen. It is canon wedding instead of what actually happened aka Min yelling at Barrón for drinking agua mineral and calling him Pancha’s “gente”

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OH AND how weird is it to see our boy smile ?? Barrón barely speaks a word sksks so like smile!??!!?! Pffft pls. Mans is a sicario, no tiene tiempo para eso curling-the-corners-of-his-mouth-to-express-joy mamadas. He’s too busy smoldering for no goddamn reason and white-lady-math-meme-ing his surroundings for threats both of which look remarkably similar re: what his face is doing.

Also this/ks:’kskamb mf hip swivel Dina doin in that last one🥴 sending me into full fucking heart palpitations. Like her booty alone, Jesus that booty does not get the gotdamn recognition it deserves in this fandom.

*slams hands on table like overzealous cop during an interrogation, stands up too forcefully knocks over own chair*

And YOU KNOW WHAT? I’m here before the court today, your honor, to atone for that sin. And since you’re dying to know, yes, being a martyr for The Cause is indeed a thankless job with no 401K or health benefits but I hear they’re gonna paint some real nice pictures of me after I’m dead, so clearly a fair trade.

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#narcos mexico #tax collector #dina arellano felix #david barron #bobby soto #mayra hermosillo #goddddd you guys I just love these two so much #it’s like a bisexual explosion of epic proportions and i can’t contain it #also everyone #this movie tax collector #such hot garbage but also so much fun like there’s a goth chola named Gata how much better could it get #and fun to make fun of no shade to the cast like they really did their best #(except Shia LaBooger who can get all the way fucked for beating on my girl FKA Twigs ..#don’t give af how method you are you on my list bitch)#and Ayer squandered such a golden opportunity to make an actual good movie sksksks #but like there’s a lot of explosions OH AND FUCKING AND THERE’S INEXPLICABLY GEORGE LOPEZ PLAYING A HARDCORE GANGSTER EME CARNAL SKSKSKS #and did I mention the goth chola named Gata and Bobby Soto being hot #just watch it and cackle like I did

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milliondollarbaby87 · 6 months

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A Million Miles Away (2023) Review

A biopic about the life of Jose Hernandez and his path from being a farm worker and then training as an engineer, using that to work towards his ultimate goal of being an astronaut. ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Continue reading Untitled

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boomgers · 9 months

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Su tenacidad lo llevará a alcanzar las estrellas… “A Millones De Kilómetros”

Inspirada por la historia real del ingeniero de vuelo de la NASA, José Hernández, la película se centra en él y en su devota familia de orgullosos granjeros migrantes, en un viaje que abarca décadas, desde un pueblo rural en Michoacán, México, a los campos del Valle de San Joaquín, hasta más de 300 kilómetros sobre la Tierra en la Estación Espacial Internacional.

Con el inquebrantable apoyo de sus dedicados y trabajadores padres, parientes y maestros, la determinación imparable de José culmina en la oportunidad de alcanzar su meta, aparentemente imposible.

Estreno: 15 de septiembre de 2023 en Prime Video.

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Dirigida por Alejandra Márquez Abella, la película cuenta con las actuaciones de Michael Peña, Rosa Salazar, Bobby Soto, Sarayu Blue, Veronica Falcón, Julio César Cedillo, Garret Dillahunt y Eric Johnson.

#A Millones De Kilómetros #Michael Peña #Rosa Salazar #Bobby Soto #Sarayu Blue #Veronica Falcón #Julio César Cedillo #Garret Dillahunt #Eric Johnson #Películas #Prime Video

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bob-the-movie-man-film-reviews · 7 months

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A Million Miles Away (PG): When You Wish Upon a Star Your Dreams Come True.

#onemannsmovies #filmreview of "A Million Miles Away". Solid family fare in the biopic of a man with dreams of the stars. 3.5/5.

A One Mann’s Movies review of “A Million Miles Away” (2023). New on Prime Video, “A Million Miles Away” tells the inspiring true story of Jose Hernandez (Michael Peña). Jose is an immigrant farm worker with dreams to travel to the stars. Bob the Movie Man Rating: Plot Summary: The Hernandez family live a shiftless existence as poor Mexican immigrant farm workers. They pick crops for American…

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skamuniversee · 5 months

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donderdag 11:13 // vendredi 22:22 // sábado 19:56

#skam #wtfock #wlw #anobbie #anaïs x bobbie #skam españa #bobbie de bruyn #cris soto #crisana #skam france #lola x maya

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roysexton · 8 months

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“We’re invisible to people like that. It’s our superpower.” Blue Beetle

I still haven’t seen Oppenheimer. But I did just see Blue Beetle. And it’s a delight. I’m not one bit ashamed! Representation matters. It is especially impactful when done with such love and with detailed cultural inclusion. It’s a shame the film isn’t doing better than it is at the box office – whether due to the impact of actors’ strikes, weather weirdness, and just late summer doldrums. We…

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gameofthunder66 · 25 days

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'Blue Beetle' (2023) film

-watched 4/2/2024- 2 [3/4] stars- on Max

I couldn't really get into this movie; that's probably only because, I never even heard of this superhero before now.

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topguncortez · 1 year

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Bad Medicine | Chapter 5

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synopsis: A wealthy Italian mobster sets up his daughter to marry the head of one of the last remaining mafias in California. The union was supposed to create and heal the damage between two families, but all it does is cause more harm than good.MAJOR SLOW BURN (ENEMIES TO LOVERS)

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WARNINGS: drugs, guns, stripping, violence, abuse, fighting, prostitution, blood, alcohol usage, mentions of sexual assault, torture, death, cops, stalking, description of gruesome injuries.

Dante Soto was a fearless leader. The gang he ran was ruthless, a bunch of outlaws. Dante ruled his land with an iron fist, and wasn’t one to let things slip up and get messy. That’s what Jake admired about him. Dante was the one who offered Jake a partnership, promising to expand the Seresin gun business. Except, he was never true on his word. Jake had tried countless times to get in touch with Dante, and have a civilized meeting, but finally was fed up with the Outlaw’s antics. Jake had ordered the destruction of several of the Soto stock houses, destroying drugs, and guns. Jake knew the relation that would fall on his back, but he never expected Dante to drop dead bodies, literally, on his doorstep.

“Dante is smart,” Bob said, walking into Jake’s office, a folder in his hand, “But I’m smarter,” He smirked, “He’s been hiding at his side chick’s house, she lives down in Encinitas. Mickey says he’s a hot commodity with ATF.”

“We can’t all be super geniuses like you, Bobby,” Jake said, taking the folder from his friend. His green eyes scanned the surveillance photos that Bob had pulled, along with documents and records of where Dante had been, “Put a sight on him?”

“Of course, I told Rooster we’d talk about it when they get back. They should be back soon,” Bob reported, “Javy said she found a dress.”

“Lovely.” Jake deadpanned, not looking up from the folder. Bob rolled his eyes and Jake looked up at him slowly, “I’m good, you can go.”

Bob sighed, “Try to be nice to her. She’s been through a lot.”

“Just because she’s fucking damaged goods doesn’t mean I have to treat her with respect.” Jake spat, “I just want the guns to expand, and the fucking money. I could care less about marrying the Don of Italy’s fucking daughter. Thanks for the info Robert, you’re free to go.”

Bob didn’t say anything as he walked out of the office, his head hung low. His relationship with Jake had become strained in the past couple years. He was a lot closer to Rooster out of all of them, confiding in his best friend during fights with the man he once considered a brother. Javy and Jake always pushed Bob the hardest, trying to make him tougher. Bob hated it. He hated every aspect of the life that was forced upon him. Sure the clubs, the drugs, the money and the women were a bonus. But having to take another person’s life had kept him up at night. Bob could remember the first time he had to kill someone, the imagery forever ingrained in his mind, playing over and over like a broken record every time he closed his eyes.

Jake placed the folder on his desk, looking over the pictures, making notes on them. He scanned closely, looking at the cars, the street signs, the house markers, anything that would give away what Dante had been up to. He sighed, pushing the folder away and leaning back in his chair. He rubbed his chin as his eyes fell to the locked bottom drawer of his desk. He leaned forward, hitting a button under his desk to open the drawer. His hand pulled out the manila envelope, opening it, and pulling out the images hidden inside.

“Sick fuck. . .” Jake whispered to himself, taking in the gruesome images of his future wife and his deceased mother-in-law.

Jake only knew the information that everyone else in the mafia world knew about Francisco Solano. He was the oldest boy in his family, inheriting his father’s fortune and failing empire. Francisco’s father had set it up for him to work for Rafael Santiago, and that’s how he met Y/N. When she moved to New York, he came with, telling her that he was working at one of his father’s businesses in the city. She liked having someone from home around to hang out with. Their relationship went from platonic to romantic quickly. Every picture that graced the front page of tabloids showed two loved up people.

Everything between them was picture perfect, until it wasn’t. No one really knew the horror of what happened that night between Francisco and Y/N, but the images staring back at Jake were enough to give him an insight.

Her clothes had been torn, hardly covering her body. Every inch of tan skin was covered in blood and bruises. Stab wounds littered her body, varying in sizes. His eyes scanned the picture of her ribs, some clearly broken, and the bright red burned letters in her skin. Jake felt sick seeing the pictures of her broken jaw and eye socket. The written description of her injuries was even worse. Jake couldn’t even finish reading the doctor's notes when he slammed the folder shut, throwing it on his desk. He ran his hands over his face, he felt like he needed therapy just reading and looking at everything.

“Knock, knock,” A sultry voice sounded out, as the door to his office opened.

“God, why do you hate me,” Jake whispered, his eyes looking up at the ceiling. He looked over at the entry, as Isabella walked in. The dress she wore left little to the imagination, showing off her legs. The deep V cut showed off almost too much cleavage as she moved over to the desk, standing in front of it.

“Where have you been, daddy? I miss you,” Isabella said in a silky sweet voice that usually turned Jake on, but right now it made him want to vomit.

“I didn’t miss you,” Jake responded.

“Don’t be like that,” Isabella purred, moving over to him, “Let me make you feel better. Bobby said you looked stressed.”

“Don’t call him that.” Jake said back to her, and put his hand on her throat. She smirked at him, biting her lip and rubbing her thighs together. Jake could hear the slam of a car door and he smirked, “Go wait upstairs. Main bedroom, I’ll be there soon.”

“Any other requests?”

“Naked. On all fours, ass up.”

Isabella nodded and Jake let her go. She quickly ran out the door, disappearing into the main bedroom as the front door opened. Rooster held the black and white dress bag, as Javy led them through the door. Reuben and Y/N were in a discussion about what type of flowers she should order. Bob walked into the foyer, greeting them with some file in his hand.

“Hey! How was it? When do we get to see the dress?” Bob asked, walking up to give Y/N a hug.

“On the wedding day,” Y/N answered, hugging him briefly.

“That’s not fair. They all gotta see it!”

“Should’ve come with,” Rooster shrugged and Bob squinted his eyes at him. Y/N shook her head at their interaction and placed a hand on Rooster’s shoulder.

“I’ll go run this up to my room. What else do I have to do today?” Y/N asked them.

“I think we were going to start talking about some of the clubs. We’ve got a club on Broadway that could use some serious female touch.” Bob said, “We’ll send someone up to come get you.”

Y/N nodded, taking the dress bag from Rooster and heading up. When she got to the hallway, she noticed the door to her room slightly open. She slowly and cautiously walked down to the door, and peered inside. Her face turned red at the sight of a naked girl waiting on her bed, probably waiting for her future husband to arrive. Y/N pushed the door open more, letting it bang against the wall as it did.

“You’re- Who the hell are you?” The girl spoke up, looking over her shoulder.

“Y/N Santiago. Who the hell are you?”

“None of your concern. The other rooms are on the third floor. This one is being used.” The girl smirked at her. Y/N scoffed and threw the dress bag down on the floor, before turning on her heel and storming down to Jake’s office. She knew better than to just barge into people’s offices, but the anger in her body had her going to blind to the rules that were ingrained in her body.

“I just want the bare minimum done to the club-”

“Why is there some whore on my bed!?” Y/N yelled as she interrupted whatever conversation Jake and Bob were in. Jake’s face contorted in anger at the outburst as he pushed himself up from his chair.

“Who the fuck do you think you are just barging into my office like that?” Jake demanded.

“Your future fucking wife. Now, explain the goddamn whore in my room!”

“Oh,” Jake smiled, “I see you’ve met Isabella.” Bob looked between the two angry people. The tension thick enough to be cut with a butter knife, “Robert, give her the rundown of the club. I got something to take care of.”

Jake walked out from behind his desk, shamelessly fixing himself as he walked over to Y/N. She hated to admit that he looked good in his all black get-up, his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows. Y/N could see a cross tattoo on his forearm. He grabbed her arm and lowered his head, his lips grazing over the shell of her ear. She felt goosebumps rise on her body from the heat of his breath fanning over her neck.

“Let’s get a couple things straight here, doll,” Jake whispered, “I can fuck who I want, where I want, and when I want. And you’re not my future wife. You’re just some whore I got in a deal.” Y/N looked up at him, anger in her eyes. Jake smirked and bit his lip, “I heard you used to dance. . . that might be the one thing you’ll be useful for.”

Jake placed a kiss on her cheek, and let her go, walking out the door and going upstairs to Isabella. Y/N stood frozen, looking down at the ground. She tried her best to not let Jake’s words affect her, but she couldn’t help it. She hated comparing the two of them, but in this moment she would take a day with Francisco over this interaction with Jake.

“Y/N. . . “ Bob said softly, noticing the silent tears falling down her face.

“No,” She responded, wiping her tears, “Show me these club plans.”

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Bob had left a while ago to talk with the rest of the guys about solidifying the overseas gun trades. Y/N hadn’t really paying much attention when he told her, and she hadn’t realized how much time had passed until he walked back into the office. She looked up at the sound of the door opening, watching as Bob walked into the office. Her eyes fell back to the laptop she had been staring at, holding her fingers over the keyboard, unmoving.

“I think it’s time for bed Y/n, you’re falling asleep looking at-” He moved around the desk looking over her shoulder to see what she was staring at, “-upholstery?”

“I’m fine, Bob,” Y/N said, trying to shake him off. She didn’t know where she was going to sleep anyway. She was guessing that Jake had done his business with Isabella in her bedroom, and she didn’t dare to go in there.

“Don’t stay up all night,” Bob said and Y/N nodded, whispering good night under her breath.

Her eyes were straining as she watched the screen, not really paying attention to the different colors of leather that were being displayed. She was fighting off sleep, feeling her body getting heavier and heavier. She sighed, closing her laptop, and pushing away from the desk.

The house was quiet and dark except for the soft lighting from the hallway lights. She didn’t even bother going upstairs to her room, instead she walked to the couch, pulling out a blanket from the chest. Y/N let out a sigh as she laid down on the couch and covered herself up. She rolled her eyes as she looked at the giant portrait of her future husband hanging above the fireplace. If she didn’t know any better, she would think he was a narcissist with the amount of pictures of himself he had everywhere. Y/N turned on her side, looking out over the pool and seeing the distant lights of the city, slowly drifting to sleep.

Jake woke up to the sound of what he assumed was the office door closing. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked over at the clock sitting on his bedside table. He assumed it was probably Bob finally going to bed. Jake sighed as he tried to fall back asleep, staring at the ceiling for a few moments, before giving up and sliding out from under the covers. His eyes were barely open as he walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen, but the slightest movement caught his eye.

His lips twitched into a slight frown at the sight of Y/N trying to be comfortable on the couch. He knew that the couch was the most uncomfortable thing in the world. Quietly, he moved over to the couch and picked her up in his arms. She stirred in his arms a bit, curling her body towards the warmth of his. The walk back to his bedroom was quiet, the only sound his ears registered was that of her steady breathing. He gently pushed his bedroom door open and ambled to the side of his bed. Jake gently laid her down in the spot he was once in, and pulled the covers up her body.

He couldn’t help the warm feeling that filled his body as he watched her nuzzle herself into the warmth of his pillow. The slightest of sighs left tumbled from her lips as she breathed in the scent of his sheets. Jake caressed her hair lightly, before placing a kiss on her forehead.

Jake left the room as quietly as he could, walking to the floor below and opening the door to the master bedroom. He was barely conscious as he walked to the edge of the bed, pulling back the covers just enough to slide beneath them before letting his exhaustion take hold of him.

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“You awake Y/N? Breakfast is almost ready, and we’ve got shit to do today.” Bob knocked softly on the bedroom door. His soft tone was telling, where he was usually fairly monotone when speaking about business, Bob’s tone changed depending on who he was talking to. When he spoke to Jake it was usually firm, and strong, not a hint of fear in his voice. But, with Y/N, he was soft, calm.

Jake groaned as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept in the main bedroom, it was probably before Natasha’s ordeal. He pulled the blankets back and trudged over to the door. Bob jumped back a bit as the door swung open and Jake was on the other side. He leaned in slightly, seeing if he could see Y/N’s body on the other side.

“Why-“ Bob began to ask, quickly being cut off when Jake moved past him, walking towards the stairs.

“She fell asleep on the couch because she didn’t want to sleep in that room.”

“Okay, and?” Bob said, following Jake.

“I took her to my room, figured I’d just sleep in the master bedroom.” Jake said with a shrug as they made it to the top of the staircase.

“Go eat, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Jake said, waving off his friend before turning on his heel and walking to his bedroom. He slowly opened the door, peering in to see the curtains still shut, the darkness remaining in contrast with the light that had overtaken the rest of the house.

Y/N was still asleep, curled up further into his bedsheets with her head almost entirely beneath the blankets. He hated that he felt a flutter of feeling in his heart at the sight of her sleeping frame. She looked peaceful as she slept, but the angry red scar on her face stuck out. Jake sighed as he brushed a hand over her face, his knuckles lightly touching the scar. Every scar had a story and her’s was certainly one that no one would ever want to know. He moved quietly towards his closet, pulling a pair of dress pants on and pulling a button up shirt over his arms and walking back out.

The other boys noted Jake’s entrance to the dining room, Rooster giving him a curt nod before moving his attention back to the food on his plate. One of the maids handed Jake his iPad so he could check the morning sales, and Emile set down a single cup of black coffee in front of him.

“Should I wake Y/N? We’ve got shit to do today.” Rooster asked.

“It’s fine, let her sleep. You can show me what she came up with after breakfast.”

The four of them ate, small talk cutting up the silence. Once they were all finished, they stood from the table, heading for the door. Jake stopped and waited for the guys to get a few steps out of the room before turning to Emile, “Could you have a plate sent up to my room?”

“Miss Y/N coming down for breakfast?” Emile asked him softly.

“No, she had a long day. I think the jetlag and all is catching up to her,” Jake said and Emile nodded.

“You’re taking good care of her?”

“I try,” Jake sighed, “She’s a pain in the ass.”

“So are you,” Emile laughed, “Karma for your teenage years.”

Jake smiled at the older woman. Emile was hired when Jake was first born by his parents. At times, she felt more like their mother than their own mother was. Emile had seen the good, bad and the ugly of working for a crime family. She had also picked Jake up off the ground when he had fallen. She saw the good in his soul, no matter what he did. Emile was the soul who was too kind for the world she was involved in.

“I wasn’t that bad. You have to admit, Sam was worse,” Jake joked, mentioning his older sister. Emile smiled and kissed his cheek, before gathering a plate and taking it upstairs to Y/N.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, and she immediately sat up in the king sized bed. Her eyes scanned the unfamiliar room, looking around at the clothing that was haphazardly thrown around. She wasn’t sure how she got there, or even who’s bedroom it was, but she could guess by the red suit coat that was thrown over a chair, the room belonged to Jake. She pushed back the blankets, noticing the plain black t-shirt she was wearing and looked around for her own clothing.

“Miss Y/N? Are you awake?” Emile’s voice sounded out from the otherside of the door.

“Y-yeah, come in,” Y/N answered. Emile opened the door, her smile lighting up the room, a tray of food in her hands, “Oh, you didn’t have to bring anything-”

“Mr. Jacob asked me to,” Emile said, setting the tray in front of her, “Mind if I tidy up a bit? I love the boy, but cleanliness is not his first name.”

“Neither is respect,” Y/N mumbled as she picked up a piece of toast, “Go ahead.”

Emile nodded, and walked over to the windows, pulling back the heavy black curtains to allow the sun to shine through. Y/N blinked at the bright light, as she picked around her plate of food. She sat in bed, scrolling on her phone as Emile cleaned up the room. Once she was done, she gave Y/N a small nod, taking the finished tray of food with her. Y/N pushed herself out of bed, and into the bathroom to shower. She stepped into the hot water and let it hit her muscles, leaving red marks behind.

Jake whistled as he walked up to his room, and paused, hearing the water running. He walked in, noticing the clean room, and a single black t-shirt laying on the floor. He walked into the bathroom, and smirked, seeing her naked from behind the steamed up glass door. He could faintly see white scars on her back and he added just another reason as to why Francisco Solano needs to die. Jake leaned against the bathroom door and crossed his arms over his chest. Y/N could feel his eyes on her without having to turn around and look at him.

“Who said you can shower in here?” Jake asked. Y/N could practically hear his smirk. She rolled her eyes, and turned so he could see her naked frontside.

“Myself,” Y/N responded, grabbing the washcloth and squeezing it, letting soap run down her breasts, “Got a problem there, sir?”

“Hurry up,” Jake clenched his jaw, trying to think of anything but how good her tits looked, “You gotta go to the club, handle some shit with Javy.”

Y/N nodded as Jake left her alone to finish her shower. He sat on his bed, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, for another ten minutes before Y/N came strolling out of his bathroom. His eyes glanced up for a second, and did a double take. Y/N shamelessly walked towards the door, as bare as the day she was born.

“Whoa, where the fuck are you going?” He asked, standing from his bed and grabbing the towel from the floor.

“To my room…” She said, glancing back at him, confused.

“Butt ass naked, I don’t think so. I don’t need everyone in this house seeing my soon to be wife naked.”

“Again.” She stated plainly.

“Again…” Jake repeated, drawing out the word as he tossed the towel over her shoulders. She grunted and wrapped it around her body.

“Since when was I soon to be wife? I thought I was just some whore you got in a deal.”

“Don’t get smug, you’re still a whore I got in a deal, you just so happen to also be my fiance.”

“How did I get so lucky?”

“Bite me, princess,” Jake smiled at her, before walking out of the room and leaving her alone.

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The club was tucked into the busy street that was Broadway in San Diego. It wasn’t flashy, and didn’t stick out like others, and that’s what caught people's attention. During the day, it wasn’t anything spectacular, but a two story building, next to a dingy alleyway. Jake had stayed back at the house while Javy, Rooster and Reuben accompanied Y/N to see the place she’d be hopefully saving.

“Welcome,” Javy said, pushing open the backdoor. The stale scent of alcohol and blood hit her nose, “Yeah, I know, it kinda smells.”

“Kinda?” Reuben asked and Y/N giggled, “Why not just tear it down and start over?”

“That’s what she’s here for,” Javy shrugged pointing at Y/N.

At first the club wasn’t much, the first floor was a giant dance floor, two gold dance poles near the front by the dj stand, and a decent bar tucked in by the front. Y/N glanced over the selections of alcohol they had, most of it being fruit flavored seltzers and vodkas. She took note of how much glassware they had, and what their average stock of alcohol was behind the bar. She also took note of the furniture that was on the bottom level; the dingy looking leather couches that looked like they needed to burn in a biohazard fire.

“It’s not horrible. . . The couches gotta go,” Y/N said.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t touch those things with a ten foot pole,” Rooster added and walked over to the bar.

“Oh the boys are here!” The sounding of a shrill voice sent a chill down Y/N’s spine. She had recognized the voice from her interaction in her bedroom yesterday. Javy rolled his eyes as Isabella strolled through the abandoned club, “So nice to see you and the uh. . . her.”

“Isabella, play nice,” Javy said, “This is Y/N Santiago, Jake’s soon to be wife.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Isabella said, looking Y/N up and down. The girl felt like she was under a microscope and stepped closer to Reuben, for some kind of confidence and shelter, “Her? This is the Mafia queen he hasn’t shut up about?”

“I’m standing right here,” Y/N spoke up.

“I don’t care,” Isabella said, glancing at her and then back at Javy, “She know his cock was buried inside me yesterday?”

“And yet I’m still the one marrying him…” Y/N murmured.

“Okay, how about I go show you the private rooms in the back?” Rooster interjected, trying to steer the conversation away.

“Oh! Jake and I’s favorite!” Isabella added, taking a step forward.

“No, you stay here. Y/N and I will go check out the back,” Javy said, grabbing her and making her stand still in her spot.

Rooster placed his hand on the small of Y/N’s back, leading her to the back, where they had about ten private rooms at. Y/N glanced at them quickly, not daring to step foot in them. She knew what these rooms were used for, they looked similar to the private rooms back in New York.

“How often do these get cleaned?” Y/N scowled.

“You really don’t wanna know…” Rooster said as they made their way down the long hallway. “These four on the end get cleaned most often… they’re uh…”

“The Seresin posse’s own private rooms?” She asked, opening the door to one of the last ones and peaking in, “Let me guess, this belongs to my future husband?”

“Did the giant picture of himself give it away or. . .” Rooster said, pointing to the large portrait of Jake above the bed, “He’s kind of cocky about placing pictures of himself everywhere. I’m not sure why either, I heard his dick is small.”

“Clearly,” She scoffed, “Anyone who has the nickname ‘Hangman’ must be lying about something,” before turning to Bradley with a smirk on her face, “What about you, hm? Rooster. . . must mean something, right?” Y/N tilted her head a bit, looking the mustached man up and down. Rooster licked his lips, plastering a cocky smirk on his face.

“Mama, I would break you,” He said, nearly growling as his voice dropped into a lower octave.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Y/N asked, taking a long step towards him. Rooster gently lifted her chin with his knuckle, making her look up at him. He was a bit taller than Jake was, and Y/N could tell that he was a bit thicker than him. Y/N watched as Rooster leaned in closer, and closed her eyes. Her senses were overrun by the scent of his Armani cologne, and the feeling of his hand on her cheek. His lips brushed against hers for a split second, before he pulled back.

“A hypothetical, sweetheart,” Rooster said and Y/N nearly whined at the loss of his touch, “I’m not risking my life to fuck you, as much as I’d like to. Now come on, there’s a whole second floor to look at.”

Y/N sighed, and stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind her, but not before secretly flipping off the portrait. The two of them walked back down the hallway, back to the main part of the club, and she froze. Reuben’s eyes were looking at her, as Isabella was basically pressing her breasts in his face. Javy looked less than amused at the whole situation. Rooster looked between the two men and the girl who was practically fuming in her spot.

“Don’t-”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Y/N yelled and stormed over to them.

“What?” Isabella said innocently, “You get one, sweetheart, not all of them. Besides, I like them a little bit beefier.” She giggled as she ran her hand up Payback’s bicep.

“Quit fucking touching him,” Y/N snatched Isabella’s wrist, holding it in a tight grip.

“Ow, fuck, daddy teach you how to do that one?” Isabella asked.

“Daddy taught me nothing, but I’ve done a whole lot more for so much less.”

Isabella huffed and tried to pull her wrist away, but Y/N tightened her grip, “You’re just another hang around whore for him. He’ll dump you sooner or later, doll.”

“Oh I fucking wish, but sadly, I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” Y/N spat, “Stay the fuck away from them.”

She let go of Isabella's wrist, and the girl immediately brought it to her other hand, rubbing the red mark left by Y/N’s grip.

“That wasn’t a request, get the fuck out.” Y/N said, nodding towards the door.

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| Every alley in Mexico has its own ghost |

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Pairing: Ramón Arellano Félix x David Barrón

Written especially for @kesskirata - Narcos Fanfiction Exchange 2022

Word count: 3K

I’d never met anyone like him. Which made sense. The planet would likely combust if it had to contend with the rabid, spitfire energy of more than one Ramón Arellano Félix.

David Barrón has spent the last few months “not noticing” Ramón Arellano Félix, but even the will and self-denial of a deeply repressed convicted felon/cartel assassin isn't enough to withstand the fatal charms of the youngest Arellano.

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I leaned over the warehouse railing, trying hard not to pay attention to what was missing from the main floor below. The empty spot in the middle where that tall kid with the crazy hair should be gesturing wildly with an ice pop in one hand, shooting Nestor with his BB gun in the other, laughing every time he winced, fighting with Mín over where the trucks should go once they arrived. That tall kid with the crazy hair was miles away and I was trying hard not to notice.

Mín’s office door slammed and I turned around just in time to see Pancho chuck something in my direction. His throw was short and whatever it was - looked like a balaclava of some kind - ended up plopping half a foot from my shoes. When I picked it up, I was smacked by the smell of latex and formaldehyde. Inspecting it more closely, I realized it was a Halloween mask. A kitschy calavera skull to be exact, black and white with tacky accents of orange and purple lining the eyeholes. Something you’d find at Party City or some scrappy stand on the pier at Pacific Beach. Ridiculous but something else to think about.

“Barrón? Are you coming?”

I held up the mask with two fingers like a pair of dirty socks and looked at Pancho, dubious.

“Que cabrón? Qué pedo?”

I didn’t have to say anything. I wasn’t going anywhere without an explanation. Pancho knew this.

“Pinsh— tu eres el cabrón mas shingada obstinado que he conocido pues. Lo sabes?”

I knew it, but still said nothing. Let silence reverse-engineer the conversation. People like Pancho who were uncomfortable with silence were particularly susceptible to the dangers of filling it with chatter. Sometimes the chatter was useless. But if you held out long enough to convince them that supplying answers might end the noiseless agony, the chatter contained a lot of those too. They’d break, give you something for nothing at all. Friends for years, and still, Pancho fell for it every time.

“Par de independientes,” he relented, raking his hand over his face and sighing, “from your neck of the woods are pushing product, pero no han pagado la pisa. Dina got the bright idea to collect without enough backup. Món and Mín aren’t back from Ensenada yet. Entonces, somos su espaldos.”

My neck of the woods? That couldn’t be right. No one would be that stupid with Ziggy as the Logan Heights llevero. Even if I hadn’t been with the AFO, all work and no play makes Ziggy a cranky boy, sensible ‘ole Ziggy Morenas would never risk all-out war with the Arellanos by sending some back-alley greenhorns down here. Carnales would have his cojones before he could give the order.

“You sure they’re Logan Heights?”

“Pues, no se, it’s what Mín said.”

As discerning as Mín could be, he was blind regarding anything me-related. He must’ve heard the names of one of the other San Diego clickas and mistook it for Barrio LH. Probably only heard the “Heights” in Sherman Heights and thought the worst. All shoot first, questions later. I needed to call Ziggy.

When I didn’t move, Pancho threw up his hands. “Qué pedo pues ya? Qué quieres que te diga?”

“Wanna know the best way to get pinched?”

He scowled at my cross-examination.

“Theatrics. So,” I jiggled the mask, “the fuck are these for?”

“Pues si, pero estos pendejos decided to take advantage of the gabashos in town for Dia de los Muertos. The place we’re going is smack in the middle of the parade route.”

I stood corrected.

“Any more questions?”

All work and no play made Pancho a cranky boy. I always did attract the prickliest of kindred spirits. He and Ziggy should meet one of these days.

I nodded my head, “Listo pues.” But instead of following, I brushed past him patting his shoulder, and headed for Mín’s office. He looked a comical mix of outraged and bewildered but if this call prevented an all-out war, the grumpy fuck would thank me later.

For someone so uptight and particular, it always surprised me how much of a mess Mín’s office was. The file cabinets that lined the wall were covered in half empty Banker’s boxes, loose files, paper clips, and pens. I had to move stacks of papers just to get to the phone. I dialed Ziggy’s home number, hoping I’d get him and not his girl León, or his grandma. This wasn’t something you could have a little old lady jot on a steno pad to pass on later.

“Diga.” Ziggy’s voice was flat bored.

“Zig, it’s me.”

His voice brightened from flat bored to mild disinterest. “Ay, there he is. I heard ‘round the way you were in town a few weeks ago. Hurt you didn’t call.” He oozed disaffected sarcasm but Ziggy always told the truth.

“So you do miss me,” I teased. “Nah, got strapped for time. Had to cut early and get back.”

“Yeah, Tijuana. How’s it going? Gotta be better than mediating for a bunch of wiseass baby cholos.”

“Few months and already sick of being key holder?”

“I was never much for people.”

I laughed, “Shoot, true. But you got sense. Mando knew that. Speaking of sense, you didn’t send some newbie triflers to sling down here without clearing it with the Arellanos, did you?”

He coughed out, “Uh, pardon?” No one can fake that kind of cluelessness.

“Didn’t think so.”

“What the fuck. Who’s saying it was us?”

“Don’t know. Any new beef with the paisas up there, other clickas?”

“I mean. Does the sun rise and set everyday?”

“C’mon fool, I’m serious.”

Zig chuckled, “Not more or less than usual. Shermtown just dropped three of our guys last week. Some kind of family vendetta against one of my gunners. Fue una poca mierda.”

Shermtown. Sherman Heights. I’d called it. Probably.

“Hmm. Alright. Gotta bounce. Gracias, primo.”

“Woah, woah, hold up. You don’t think you should explain this to me? I don’t want any fucking surprises up here.”

“It’s not like that. Someone fucked up, but shit’s going down here. I’ll hit you with what you need to know when I know.”

“Whatever, chiflado.”

“Cool it, cranky. It’s me. I got you.” The sound of Ziggy laughing shrank as I pulled the receiver away and hung up.

Pancho was in the doorway when I turned around, leaning, arms crossed, leg shaking. He wanted to hit me. I could tell.

“Que estás haciendo, cabrón?”

I narrowed my eyes, boring my gaze into his forehead. “Independientes from ‘my neck of the woods?’ Not Barrio LH.”

He kicked off the doorframe like he’d been nodding off and just woke up. “So?”

“So, either Mín fucked up, or someone’s smearing my neighborhood to sell, tax-free, in yours.”

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We flew down the warehouse’s metal-grated steps so fast and I thought of those homeless tap dancers in Old Town downtown San Diego, peddling little routines for some pocket change and leftover French fries. We piled into the SUV parked outside. I shouted as casually as I could above the engine turnover, “Has hablado con Ramón?”

Pancho rolled his eyes as he checked the mag on his .45, “Supposedly, he’s meeting us there. They were already on their way when I got the call and pinshe menso’s trying to book it. Who knows if he’ll make it in time.”

I wished he wouldn’t. I wasn’t excited. I stared ahead and grabbed hold of the door handle as we pinballed side-to-side with every gaping pothole. Back home, people - well, usually gringos - liked to say the streets of Mexico were paved with blood. That always cracked me up, thinking about all these vigilant little tourists, popping down to Tijuana for a voyeuristic thrill, tip-toeing around the city, whispering words of warning to each other; the Underground Railroad for spring breakers. That is, if they weren’t hammered on the beach at one in the afternoon. Little did they know, the streets of Mexico weren’t fucking paved.

Pancho rolled down the window and stuck his hand out, yelling over the gusts of wind, “That’s why Món told me to bring you. In case he doesn’t make it in time.”

“If he hadn’t? Youd’ve gone without me?” I strained not to sound offended.

“Que shinga no, guey." A devious smile lit up Pancho’s face. "I just thought you’d wanna know you’re in good with him."

I shook my head, and pulled the mask on. It did just the trick even if it made my face sweat from the heat that flooded my cheeks. The smell of latex was stifling and I thanked my lucky stars it wasn’t summer.

The AFO warehouse wasn’t far from Mercado Hidalgo, Tijuana’s oldest, largest open air market and host to the city’s annual Dia de los Muertos celebration. Not five minutes into the drive, we met with the dense crowds of the parade. There wasn’t one blank face among them. Pancho was right, the masks were a good call. Everyone was decked out in the familiar campy, macabre Catrina costumes - a churning sea of black and white under a mist of windswept desert dust and a full, flat, honey-colored moon. It looked just like my memories. I thought of what Cheli’s grandma said how ‘every alley in Mexico has its own ghost.’ Or, maybe I’d read it in a book somewhere.

Pancho directed the driver, “Left here at Calle Zaragoza. Right on Boloyan.”

Finally, we pulled into an alley behind a slummy, rundown apartment building. I started sizing up the exterior. Only one door in the front and one out back but the building was fitted with fire escapes. Handy for us. Handy for the other guys too. I hopped out and walked around back to the open trunk where Pancho was passing everyone their gear.

“Are we going in cold?”

Pancho looked puzzled.

“Anyone do recon? Do we know what we’re wal—” My voice was drowned out by the beefy engine-revving of a Chevy Suburban. It pistol-whipped around the corner into the alley and skid to a halt, bumper nearly grazing my knees. Pancho had shot back so far and so fast he was almost halfway in the trunk. I took aim at the tinted windshield on the driver’s side and took a deep breath in. Three. Two. Exhale, on—

“Que pedo, cabrones! Nice to see you fresitas are awake!”

Just as I was about to get a shot off, that tall kid with the crazy hair rolled down the window and poked his head out, laughing that Evel Knievel laugh of his. Before I knew it, my mouth cocked up in a half smile. Loco. He had that effect on people.

Pancho was livid. “Shingamadre pendejo, nice of you to join us. Are you tryin’ to wake up the whole fucking neighborhood?”

Món hopped out of the SUV and strode over with all the swagger of a frat boy walking into a strip club. “Aaah, no mames. I didn’t want to miss out on all the action. Besides,” he waved in the direction of the parade crowd out on the main street, “no one’s sleeping with all this pinshe noise.” He looked down and locked eyes with me. Then tapped on my mask, “Hey these are cool. Where’s mine?”

Pancho rolled his eyes, “You’re lucky I brought extras.” He dug around in the trunk for another one.

It took a moment for the whiplash rush of adrenaline to ease up, but when it did, I registered what Món was wearing. He showed up to boost a stash house and get his sister out if this jam wearing expensive suede loafers, leather pants, and the loudest, red and yellow silk button-up I had ever seen. It wasn’t just impractical. He stuck out like a sore thumb.

“Dropped off your brother?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

“Didn’t have time to change?”

Món scanned himself from his shirt to his shoes and grinned. “Too much?”

I held up my thumb and forefinger.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. They’d be able to pick me out of a lineup, si cualquiera tuviera los huevos.”

He had a point. I always forgot that this wasn’t the US. Eyewitnesses weren’t worth shit in this backwards-ass town. Suddenly, he pointed his finger in my face. I wondered what he might do if I just leaned forward and bit it.

“But you don’t blend in as well as you think."

Even with my face covered, I was sure he could see how high my eyebrows shot up. "What're you tal–"

"I clocked those pinshe lobo eyes even with that thing on. I'd know those eyes anywhere.”

“Shoot, I almost killed you, fool.”

“Ahuevo, lobo. And I couldn’t think of a sweeter way to go.” He shoved my shoulder and winked, almost giddy. My heart fired off like a Gatling gun. I couldn’t help but think about how right Pancho had been about these masks. I made a mental note to set up some kind of alter or shrine to pay it proper thanks later.

He was in one of those moods. Not the ones that Dina and Mín were always so vexed about, sus humores. I overhead them talking about those once. Apparently, he'd gotten in trouble for stringing up a bunch of tuna from the farmer’s market on a clothesline and lighting them up with an AK at a public park. Ruined some poor kid’s birthday party. I could never relate to the lack of impulse control but I understood the impulse. From what I could tell though, Món had other moods. Worse ones. Moods like the Sun. Moods like today. Today, he was in love with the world. When Món was in love with the world, it was viral. No choice, you just had to love it too. I’d never met anyone like him. Which made sense. The planet would likely combust if it had to contend with the rabid, spitfire energy of more than one Ramón Arellano Félix.

Finished with his trunk excavation, Pancho turned around, “Oye, quit flirting with the help.” I nearly choked on my own tongue. Món just grinned like a loon. “And put this on. You already stick out like a sore thumb.” Pancho shoved the spare at Món, right at the spot between his collarbones where his little gold chain got all kinked, stuck to the sweat on his skin. I started worrying about my heart, pounding too fast. I didn’t notice. I didn’t notice anything.

Món yanked the it over his head, then coughed and pulled a sour face. “Que verga, why does this smell like chemicals?”

I smirked and the mask slid, brushing under my eyes. “Right.”

“Not half as bad as your aftershave, cabrón,” Pancho teased.

Món flipped him the bird, but I could tell by the shine in his eyes he was still grinning. I wished his aftershave smelled that bad. Would’ve helped matters. This once-innocent camaraderie, once-platonic banter, was warping into something messier, something I didn’t know how to handle. I looked over at Pancho, who went back to passing out gear.

Really, all of this was his fault.

At Donovan prison, Pancho earned the nickname, “Rey del chisme,” an elegant title denoting his supreme status as a professional shit-stirrer amongst the other inmates. He could single-handedly incite a cell-block riot after an industrious afternoon spent just gaining and betraying confidences. He did it for sport. He did it because he was bored. And really, what better way to break up an afternoon than watching two vatos beat the tar out of each other because one stole the other’s toothbrush, or fucked their sister, or killed this or that homie. The tedium of prison really brought out the strange in people. But Pancho was effective because he never needed to distort the truth to rock the boat. All it took was a well-timed observation to some already angry güey that such-and-such rival güey seemed to have more pull with the block’s key holder. So, of course that monster, El rey del chisme, was the first to clock the "Món thing,” whatever it was, before I was even aware. I still wasn't. And once he did, he couldn’t let it go.

‘All I'm saying ... existe una vibra entre los dos.’

I was incensed. I could've strangled him and regretted it for the rest of my life. It was the kind of indignation only ignited by the recognition of some hidden truth. Hidden from you, by you. Real, despite your best efforts.

‘Don’t feel bad, carnal. Mira, it makes sense. Growing up, everyone always said Món and Dina look the most alike out of all the siblings.’

Of course, he just had to throw that back in my face too. Perhaps there was some sense to it, though. Maybe this newfound … affection was nothing but an extension of that first crush on Dina. Dina, who wouldn’t give me the time of day, who wouldn't wink at me and talk about my lobo eyes like she spent hours studying them, who didn't have moods like the Sun, who wasn't in love with the world. The more I considered it the more it made sense. Yeah, yeah. That must've been it. Had to be it.

I was sweating. I had to get this mask off. Take a breather. As I slid it off, the blissful feeling of non-stagnant, cool air on my face almost leveled me. I looked over at that tall kid with the crazy hair. Framed by the paper lantern lights in the sky, and bathed in the sinister orange glow of the street lamps, he looked obscene. Beautifully so. He caught me staring. Like some kind of contest, I refused to look away. We locked eyes like our lives depended on it. He shot me the most carefree, daredevil smile then pulled the mask over his face. And I stopped worrying about my heart so much. Some things needed to be understood just for what they were.

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2023 best of

best parts

Cyrus Bennett - HUF FOREVER / Johnny's Vid / 7 Ball

Patrick Praman - Three Seasons / REAL pro

Miles Silvas - City to City

Donovan Piscopo - Pawnshop x Nike 'Old Soul'

Bobby de Keyzer - 2411-Q02 HD24 (HARD DREAM)

Mason Coletti - Viva Mexico / Back to My World

Nick Matthews - HUF FOREVER / AM Scramble 2022

Rowan Davis - Lad is Pro as

Leo Romero - SKATER

Alan Bell - ab

Evan Wasser - Sk8 Prodigy

Eddie Cernicky - Inferno

Oscar Candon - Giddy #13: Abseiling Down

Mason Silva - HUF FOREVER / Take a Lap

Joey O'Brien - Alien Workshop / Thunder

John Shanahan - DOUBLE UP / Double Down

Jahmir Brown - BETA BLOCKERS

Ryuhei Kitazume - Meet You There / LENZ III / Nike x Tightbooth

Akwasi - Sci-Fi Fantasy / TOTAL ACTUAL COMFORT

Hermann Stene - Lille Rotta

Conor Charleson - Slight Inclination

Antonio Durao - Johnny's Vid

Max Palmer - Johnny's Vid / "Spiked Off" / LIMO / Atlantic Drift

Ville Wester - What Now? / 7 Ball / BETA BLOCKERS

Jordan Trahan - Hurricane Party / STATIC VI

best full-lengths

HUF - FOREVER

Foundation - Whippersnappers

Nike - 7 Ball

Palace - BETA BLOCKERS

Scumco - STRIKING DISTANCE 2

VANS VIDEO by Flech

Quasi - SIMULATION

SK8MAFIA VIDEO 2023

Tightbooth - LENZ III

Static VI

WKND - JIT

Lakai - Bubble

Magenta - Just Cruise II

best breakout parts

Felipe Munhoz - Devaneios

Tobias Christoffersen - Bissemayn Canape

Ben St. Aubin - rendered

Johnny Cumaoglu - DON’T ASK ME WHEN

Jason Nam - Carousel / SIMULATION

Johnny Purcell - Nova Scotia

Justin Grzechowiak - STRIKING DISTANCE 2

Rio Morishige - LENZ III

Jedd Mckenzie - Indy Raw AMs

Morgan DT - Empire MISMATCH

best womxn+ parts

Tania Cruz - WHIPPERSNAPPERS

Leo Baker - Nike signature

Sam Narvaez - HUF FOREVER

Nicole Hause x Chloe Covell x Hayley Wilson - Gassed Up

Cata Diaz - Cachai

Keet Oldenbeuving - Don't Walk

Fabiana Delfino - Santa Cruz / Swamp Week / FAST AF

Vitoria Mendonca - Element pro

Arin Lester - Sci-Fi Fantasy

Jenn Soto - Thunder

best independents

SHOPAHOLICS: Abandoned Mall

Circle by Chase Walker

Brett Nichols - Pathways 2 / Broadway

Steve Mastorelli - DON’T ASK ME WHEN

Fritte Soderstrom - Jante 5:36

best promo

GX1000 - Viva Mexico

adidas - Abnormal Communication ep. 5 Paris

Limosine - AUSTIN TEXAS LIMO TRIP

Pawnshop x Nike - Old Soul

This is Not the New Sour Video

Bronze TV ep. 2 (8/17/23)

Samurai Safari II

AM Scramble 2022

Quentin Guthrie - Assets

HARDBODY x DANCER

youtube playlists: best of 2023 (100) great vids 2023 (485)

#happy new year #so much more to include but damn new tumblr limits #peep the youtube playlists for more #felipe munhoz #mason coletti #tobias christoffersen #ben st aubin #johnny cumaoglu #johnny purcell #cyrus bennett #limosine skateboards #bronze 56k #best of 2023 #skateboarding

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Hi hello! I wanted to know who some of your favorite male fcs are that are between 35 and 40 ish years old. Thanks in advance.

Nonso Anozie (1979) Igbo Nigerian.

John Krasinski (1979)

Daniel Henney (1979) Korean / German, Irish, English, Scottish.

Lee Pace (1979) - is queer.

Luke Evans (1979) - is gay.

Diego Luna (1979) Mexican / Scottish, English.

Conrad Ricamora (1979) Filipino / German, English, possibly other - is gay.

Ben Whishaw (1980) - is gay.

JD Pardo (1980) Argentinian / Salvadorian.

Vinny Chhibber (1980) Indian.

Brett Goldstein (1980) Ashkenazi Jewish.

Brian Tyree Henry (1981) African-American.

Miyavi (1981) Japanese / Korean.

Joe Taslim (1981) Chinese Indonesian.

Tenoch Huerta (1981) Nahua, Purepecha, and Spanish.

Ricky Whittle (1981) Afro-Jamaican / English.

Fawad Khan (1981) Pathan Pakistani.

Jesse Williams (1981) African-American, Seminole / Swedish.

Riz Ahmed (1982) Pakistani.

Sam Adegoke (1982) Nigerian.

Mahesh Jadu (1982) Kashmiri and Mauritian Indian.

Daveed Diggs (1982) African-American / Ashkenazi Jewish.

Iko Uwais (1983) Betawi Indonesian.

Utkarsh Ambudkar (1983) Marathi Indian / Tamil Indian.

Alfonso Herrera (1983) Mexican.

Aidan Turner (1983)

Alex Blue Davis (1983) - is trans.

Michael Malarkey (1983) Palestinian, Italian-Maltese / Irish, German.

Ed Skrein (1983) Ashkenazi Jewish / possibly English.

Marwan Kenzari (1983) Tunisian.

Andrew Garfield (1983) Ashkenazi Jewish / English.

Bobby Wilson (1984) Sisseton Wahpeton Oyate Dakota Sioux.

Sacha Dhawan (1984) Punjabi Indian.

Brian Michael Smith (1984) African-American - is trans.

John David Washington (1984) African-American.

Clayton Cardenas (1985) Filipino and Mexican.

Alex Meraz (1985) Purepecha.

François Arnaud (1985) - bisexaul.

Cooper Andrews (1985) Samoan / Hungarian Jewish.

Rahul Kohli (1985) Punjabi Indian.

Sinqua Walls (1985) Afro-Jamaican, French, Unspecified Native American, possibly other.

Martin Sensmeier (1985) Tlingit, Koyukon, Eyak, German and Irish.

Rahul Kohli (1985) Punjabi Indian - he/they.

Tanner Novlan (1986) Plains Cree and White.

Remy Hii (1986) Chinese Malaysian / English.

Bobby Soto (1986) Mexican and Puerto Rican.

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II (1986) African-American.

Hale Appleman (1986) Ashkenazi Jewish / Irish, English - is queer.

Ryan O'Connell (1986) - is gay and has cerebral palsy.

Lewis Tan (1987) Chinese Singaporean / Irish.

Arifin Putra (1987) Indonesian, Chinese, and German.

Here you go, anon!

#fc help #rph #rpc #olderfcs

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goalhofer · 8 months

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2023 Philadelphia Phillies Roster

Pitchers

#22 Michael Lorenzen (Fullerton, California)*

#25 Matt Strahm (West Fargo, North Dakota)*

#27 Aaron Nola (Baton Rouge, Louisiana)

#30 Gregory Soto (Bajos De Haina, Dominican Republic)*

#31 Craig Kimbrel (Huntsville, Alabama)*

#43 Yunior Marte (Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic)*

#45 Zach Wheeler (Dallas, Georgia)

#46 José Alvarado (Maracaibo, Venezuela)

#54 Dylan Covey (Pasadena, California)*

#55 Ranger Suárez (Pies De Cuesta, Venezuela)

#58 Seranthony Domínguez (Esperanza, Dominican Republic)

#61 Christopher Sánchez (La Romana, Dominican Republic)

#68 Jeff Hoffman (Colonie, New York)*

#99 Taijuan Walker (Yucaipa, California)*

Catchers

#10 J.T. Realmuto (Del City, Oklahoma)

#21 Garrett Stubbs (Del Mar, California)

Infielders

#5 Bryson Stott (Clark County, Nevada)

#7 Trea Turner (Lake Worth Beach, Florida)

#17 Rhys Hoskins (Sacramento County, California)

#28 Alec Bohm (Omaha, Nebraska)

#29 Rodolfo Castro (El Llano, Dominican Republic)*

#33 Edmundo Sosa (Ciudad Panama, Panama)

Outfielders

#3 Bryce Harper (Las Vegas, Nevada)

#8 Nick Castellanos (Plantation, Florida)

#12 Kyle Schwarber (Middletown, Ohio)

#16 Brandon Marsh (Buford, Georgia)

#18 Johan Rojas (San Francisco De Macorís, Dominican Republic)**

#19 Cristian Pache (Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic)*

#44 Andrew Cave (Hampton, Virginia)*

Coaches

Manager Rob Thomson (St. Clair Township, Ontario)

Bench coach Mike Calitri (Canton, Massachusetts)

Hitting coach Kevin Long (Phoenix, Arizona)

Assistant hitting coach Jason Camilli (Peoria, Arizona)

Pitching coach Caleb Cotham (Mt. Juliet, Tennessee)

Assistant pitching coach Brian Kaplan (St. Joseph County, Indiana)

Bullpen coach David Lundquist; Jr. (Carson City, Nevada)

Bullpen catcher Brad Flanders (Frisco, Texas)

Bullpen catcher Hector Rabago (Riverside, California)

1B coach Francisco Figueroa (Miami, Florida)

3B coach Dusty Wathan (Blue Springs, Missouri)

Infield coach Bobby Dickerson (Laurel, Mississippi)

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Popular Pairing List Update

The following pairings have more than 10 recent posts in their pairing tag, and are therefore too popular to be posted on Rarepair Thursdays:

Alex Vause x Piper Chapman (Orange is the New Black)

Aloy x Seyka (Horizon: Zero Dawn)

Barbie x Gloria (Barbie)

Becky Armstrong x Freen Sarocha Chankimha (RPF Actors)

Betty Cooper x Veronica Lodge (Riverdale)

Cassandra Cain x Stephanie Brown (DCU)

Celia St James x Evelyn Hugo (The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo)

Cherine x Meena (Show Me Love)

Cleo de Nile x Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Cleopatra Philopator x Frida Kahlo (Clone High)

Corky x Violet (Bound)

Cosima Niehaus x Delphine Cormier (Orphan Black)

Diana x Leona (League of Legends)

Elphaba Thropp x Glinda Upland (Wicked)

Esther Warner x Max Chapman (Amazon A League of Their Own)

Geeta x Rika (Pokemon)

Jane Rizzoli x Maura Isles (Rizzoli & Isles)

Jester Lavorre x Yasha Nydoorin (Critical Role)

Kitty Song Covey x Yuri Han (XO Kitty)

Laurie x Mira Harberg (Irma Vep)

Lottie Matthews x Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Misty Quigley x Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Paris Geller x Rory Gilmore (Gilmore Girls)

The following pairings have been posted less frequently recently, and have therefore been removed from the popular pairing list:

Alicia x Leighton (The Sex Lives of College Girls)

Amy Silva x Kirsten Longacre (Vigil)

Andi Agosti x Emília Alo (Rebelde)

Aneela x Delle Seyah Kendry (Killjoys)

Anissa Pierce x Grace Choi (Black Lightning; DCU)

Aster Flores x Ellie Chu (The Half Of It)

Bobbie Draper x Chrisjen Avasarala (The Expanse)

Bonnie Bennett x Nora Hildegard (The Vampire Diaries)

Carol Aird x Therese Belivet (Carol)

Clary Fray x Isabelle Lightwood (The Mortal Instruments)

Cristina Soto x Joana Bianchi (Skam Spain)

Dani Núñez x Gigi Ghorbani (The L Word)

Dina x Sydney Novak (I Am Not Okay With This)

Dorothy Gale x Ruby (Once Upon A Time)

Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau (Criminal Minds)

Eve Polastri x Hélène (Killing Eve)

Fatou Jallow x Kieu My Vu (Druck)

Fleur Delacour x Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

Francesca Findabair x Fringilla Vigo (The Witcher)

Ginny Weasley x Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

Joann Owosekun x Keyla Detmer (Star Trek: Discovery)

Jules Thomas x Ophelia Mayer (Sweet Vicious)

Kaioh Michiru x Tenoh Haruka (Sailor Moon)

Lauren Bloom x Leyla Shinwari (New Amsterdam)

Mace Brown x Marie Schmidt (The 355)

Margaery Tyrell x Sansa Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Mia Reed x Vada Cavell (The Fallout)

Nicole Haught x Waverly Earp (Wynonna Earp)

Nyssa al Ghul x Sara Lance (Arrow)

Raiden Ei x Yae Miko (Genshin Impact)

#femslashrevolution #femslash revolution #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #bisexual #popular pairing list #Rarepair Thursdays #mod post

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