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[elgallinero]

Aprende Castellano

I used Shazam to discover El Incomprendido by Ismael Rivera. https://www.shazam.com/track/56180611/el-incomprendido?referrer=share

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#Aprende Castellano #El Incomprendido #El Sonero Mayor #Ismarl Rivera #Maelo

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Castle of Frankenstein wrap-around covers, featuring Ray Harryhausen movies - art by Maelo Cintron (issues 19, 20 - 1972, 1973) and Marcus Boas (issue 21, 1974)

#castle of frankenstein magazine #maelo cintron #marcus boas #ray harryhausen movies #stop motion creatures #70s fantasy art #seventies #1972 #1973 #1974

[gameraboy2]

Buck Rogers #2: That Man On Beta by Addison E. Steele Sphere Books, 1980 Cover by Maelo Cintron

#Maelo Cintron #buck rogers #that man on beta #vintage #paperback cover #painting #art #illustration #scifi #scifi art #science fiction #science fiction art

[verso-abstracto]

Vida de mi vida, no dudes que te amo

Que si las sábanas hablaran

Sabrías que no miento

Maelo Ruiz

#verso abstracto #escritos #frases #little moon #mensajes #citas #notas #textos #pub 8 #agosto2023 #pensamientos #amor #letras #desamor #citas en español #mi vida #te amo #no miento #maelo ruiz #salsa #canciones

[queerpyracy]

very excited to translate this dynamic into a sexual one

#wips tag #his name is maelos and he's just come out of the horrors and will spend the entire rest of this wip recovering from that

[casualnepotism]

It is a strange thing, for a fighter to be so full of words. Having known a fuck ton of them, they’re usually either too quick-witted or too damaged to have any. But I have so many.

Chock full, some would say. I’ve stored them up for years, months, weeks, days. Hours. All the moments it was expected to say them, I missed. All the moments it wasn’t, I seemed to grasp onto and yet- still- they remain. Even when I manage to get them out of me, they’re the wrong ones: excess that built up over time and spilled out before I could fix them into what they were supposed to be. Cataloging the moments where I could have. Should have. Said anything at all and I couldn’t.

When Maelo said he had it, When Wol decided to leave, When Cog tore out her heart, When Clay made his choice, When Nilos first floated joining the board, When Adiane leaned into her godhood, When Cog destroyed the church, When I killed Wol, When Jack killed Dennis, When Jack died, Again, again, again, When Nilos did leave to join the board,

So many times I’ve written speeches in my head to match you all, discarding them back down to where they could live safely. Knowing they could never match what any of you say without even thinking about it. Knowing that none of your goals align to my own, not really. I kept thinking the time would come, the stars would align, the world would sit still long enough for me to explain. Long enough that you would have time to listen and parse my plodding inanities to hear the point that I hide.

Clumsily. Easily visible to anyone listening, I know. I am not skilled in words the way y’all are, so I have to assume you choose not to hear, and I understand. In your shoes, in the end, given the selfishness of what I ask, I would make the same choice.

My words will never match the ones you all spill forth so easily, handing them to the rest of us like they’re grains of sand and not precious gifts to be hoarded and turned, over and over, until they lose definition with love. Not the ones I hand over, not the ones I hide and perfect, and perfect again and again and again.

I supplement instead with what I can give: a hand, a shoulder, a punching bag, a presence, a whetstone, a shield, a pillow. All of my words, folded and compressed, and shaved of their edges until they can be handed away in a bomb that you will never recognize.

Not a bomb, perhaps. You see? Even now, my words cannot compare.

Allow me to rephrase.

We all know what a milkshake is. We could easily describe it. But there is so much more, for us, held inside the word that we could never describe. For me, anyway.

I hope that you have always understood my actions for what they are. A milkshake for the words I was never able to say. I hope you know that I would never you are so I have never I could never if you were to s I hope you know it’s a milkshake for only one word, really, that you can and should interpret in all its forms.

Stay.

#i know i don't normally post my bios here but i LIKED this one and i wanted to save it #it was just fun to finally write a sunny thing that's entirely internal and like. shoutout to all the times i use big words she wouldn't kno #WAS i thinking about how my tbi makes it so that i'm a lot more eloquent in my head/writing than i am out loud? #MAYBE SO #i don't wanna hear about it #anyway sunny remains deep in her feels about cog actively trying to die #is it the repressed trauma of being abandoned by her dad that wasn't really resolved? #honestly nah i think it's everyone else doing the same thing #as an aside though it's very funny to have been the person who started the maelo-baby joke and be the only MB who didn't really have it #resolved at the end #life's funny like that #anyway no one read this it's just for me #the wasteland #sunny ray

[jonathan-parra-acero]

😁.

#memes #♪ otra vez ♪ Maelo Ruíz ♪

[bekahdoesnerdshit]

Maelo, who died bc he refused to accept help from his friends when going to deal with a problem at the Source of All Magic: Cog, you really ought to accept help from your friends when going to deal with your problem at the Source of All Magic

Cog, who getting ready to die bc she refuses to accept help from her friends when going to deal with a problem at the Source of All Magic: No I'm good.

#sandbox rp this week really is: #had we considered these parallels before. no. are they SO funny. oh yeah #cog voice: I'm built different. #no but tbh. the campaign bookends. Maelo dying being what really solidified the group together. cog's death ending the campaign #it's pretty good!!!!!! #mine #wasteland campaign

[quehaylondres]

Multicolour events te trae al 'Salsenato Volumen 2 '.

Multicolour events te trae al ‘Salsenato Volumen 2 ‘.

Esta vez Multicolour events ha reunido a tres grandes artistas con sus agrupaciones musicales como lo es Maelo Ruiz, David Pabón por la salsa y representando la música vallenata el inolvidable Alex Manga, quienes interpretarán lo mejor de su repertorio internacional. Conocidos por sus géneros musicales en toda Latinoamérica, Europa y Estados Unidos, estarán en ‘The Royal Regency’ 501 High Street…

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#Alex Manga #David Pabón #DJ Jhon Parrandisimo #Jhon Parrandisimo #Maelo Ruiz #Multicolour events #SALSENATO #SALSENATO volumen 2 #The Royal Regency

[fan-goddess]

Authors Note: Happy 1k bestie! You deserve it! Tried to write this like you would in a Targaryen history book, and here’s the result. Went all out as only the best for you! Muah

Taglist: @humanpurposes, @valeskafics, @arcielee, @blue-serendipity,

Come and get some

Skinning the children for a war drum

Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns

It's quicker and easier to eat your young

Extracts from, The Tales From The Dance Of The Dragons:

‘After the Prince Aemond had murdered his nephew, the Prince Lucerys Velaryon, with his dragon Vhagar, the usurped Queen Rhaenyra went mad with grief over hearing the news of the death of her son. That night, and for many after, all that could be heard from her chambers by her handmaidens and guards alike, were cries of sadness and begs for the gods to be bring her son back to her into the safely of her arms.

Her husband however, the King Regent Daemon Targaryen, after hearing the words of his sons death, did not cry to mourn his niece-wife. Instead, he vowed a new retribution was to take place to honour Lucerys death.

As whilst the Prince Aemond had successfully enacted his vow for an eye for an eye, he had also unknowingly paved the way towards Daemons vow. His vow, for a son for a son.

Aemond Targaryens only son had not even passed his first name day. The babe was a quiet one, like his father had been, and had been named Maelos. Though whilst his father set his future in stone, the boy peacefully laid in his mother’s arms as she herself sat by the fire, both blissfully unaware of what the one-eyed prince had set in stone.‘

‘After Blood and Cheese had come for the young Maelos, the boys mother held her son in her arms and refused to let anyone but herself touch the body. “He’s my son!” She would yell, over and over when anyone got close enough.

The only person she allowed to touch the corpse in her arms was the prince Aemond, who by the end of the next moons turn, had somehow managed to persuade his lady-wife to release her grip and let their son be burned by the princes own dragon Vhagar for his funeral.

The prince and his wife never had more children after their sons murder. Even after being encouraged both by the Hand and the other maesters alike.

Even after the prince Aemond had been crowned as Prince Regent, and the efforts were tripled to convince his wife to give him a male heir, no child was ever birthed by the woman.

When asked one morn by an unknown handmaiden, supposedly she had whispered back to her, “If I was to bring forth a child now, it would be a swifter and easier death for them to be eaten for our dinner, then for me to let them be brought forth into this world…” as she looked into the fireplace she used to sit by holding her son as she sang to him.

It seems the princess was right in a way, as her husband died not long after she supposedly spoke those words. Overcome by the grief however, she allowed herself to fall from her tower and be impaled by the sharp spikes below.

The princess and Aemonds only remaining child, the princess Visenya, was a girl shy of her seventh name day when she lost her mother, and by the end of the day, she was all that was left of their shared blood. She grew to be as fierce as her father had been, never allowing any man diminish her fire.

The princess though was pardoned by her cousins, and soon after travelled to the north, where she married a lower lord who felt no issue in fanning her flames. She was supposedly called to be her name sake reborn, as not only did she birth only a single son, but she got all the north to fear her just as all had feared the original Visenya.

That single son, was named Aemond, to honour his grandsire. Though the bloodline of Aemond Targaryen and his lady wife blurs from there, as it’s unknown if their blood died out or whether it spread. We will never know.

#☆ arcie's 1k challenge #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #blood and cheese #aemond targaryen/reader #arcielee

[elgallinero]

Receiver Asks Judge to Hold Landlord Steve Croman in Contempt

Receiver Asks Judge to Hold Landlord Steve Croman in Contempt

Notorious landlord and ex-felon Steve Croman is accused of flouting a court-appointed receiver at four rental buildings in Kips Bay. — Read on therealdeal.com/2022/08/24/hold-steve-croman-in-contempt-over-kips-bay-rentals-receiver/amp/

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#125 White Street #“American Greed” #Croman #Documentary #El Sonero Mayor #Esteban #Isnael Rivera #Las Tumbas #Maelo #Manhattan Detention Complex #nyc #Stefan #Stephen #Steve #The Tombs

[pipershaven2]

Maelo Allday

#tobacco pipe #pipe tobacco #Instagram

[verso-abstracto]

Y es por ti

Que vivo feliz cada momento

Cuando siento tu cuerpo, tus labios cerquita de mí

Y vivo así, no quiero alejarme ni un momento

No te vayas, niña de mi vida, porque puedo morir

Maelo Ruiz

#verso abstracto #escritos #frases #little moon #mensajes #citas #notas #textos #pub 9 #agosto2023 #amor #pensamientos #letras #desamor #citas en español #vivo feliz #soy feliz por ti #tu cuerpo #tus labios #mi niña #niña de mi vida #puedo morir #maelo ruiz #salsa #canciones

[queerpyracy]

Tell me, what is Maelos?

Oh i'm so glad you picked this one specifically because it is Thee wip that i'm working on most right now. Short pitch: it's a gothic fantasy dealing mostly with familial violence and who is sacrificed in order to maintain silence and the status quo.

Our principal characters are

Maelos, who has spent the majority of his life locked in a dark windowless room until the man he only knows as "Uncle" dies and the only other person who knows of his existence abandons him outside the gates of an unfamiliar city.

Jochail, an immigrant wizard who takes an interest in discovering where Maelos came from

Zera, Jochail's adopted daughter who lost her birth family in a moment of horrific violence

Margred, Jochail's cook with her own troubled family background, who is the first person to find Maelos and show him any kindness, and the person with whom he almost immediately falls madly in love

Princess Almaude, the sister of the king who has a decidedly sinister attachment to her, widely considered to be mad

Here's a selection from the first chapter:

Almaude is bent like a woman four times her age, sobbing into her hands. “It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair, it wasn’t my fault.”

Walchelan picks up a damp rag, and washes clean as much of the infant as he can, so that Almaude won’t have to look at all this blood. “Here,” he said, “the one look you’ll ever have at your son.”

“My—” She lifts her head, and her tear-soaked gaze takes in this fierce little life, this monster that wasn’t supposed to be born, and perhaps the greatest curse is that she loves it anyway. She lifts a trembling gaze to her uncle. “Please,” she whispers. “Please don’t kill him.”

“A child like this cannot exist. There is no place for him in this world.”

“Please,” she begs, catching his forearm in an iron grip. Stronger than a woman who has just given birth ought to be able to manage. “For me. Don’t kill him.” Her gaze is desperate. “Take pity on me.”

He does pity her. Were it not for his wife and children, he might take it upon himself to revenge her, let himself be drawn and quartered as a kinslayer and a traitor. “You will never see him again.”

She looks at the infant again, and the princess is made of stronger stuff than he reckoned, because she nods. “It’s the same either way,” she whispers. “I’d rather not see him and know him to be alive.” Her lip trembles. “You would tell me, if he died? In some secret way. I know how it is with young children.”

She would. She has seen so many of her brothers and sisters never make it from the cradle.

“Yes. I would tell you.”

She nods again, and lays a hand on her firstborn, the fruit of this vile birth. She kisses his fragile head, and reluctantly releases Walchelan’s arm. “May the holy gods bless and keep you, flesh of my flesh and breath of my breath,” she whispers, trailing her fingers across the boy’s cheek. “Maelos.”

It’s a cruel name to give a child, from an old myth hardly known anymore. Maelos was the son of a god, born of the rape of a queen. He was abandoned in the wilderness, discovered and raised by a king who had found him while hunting. Maelos became a great warrior, and returned unknowingly to the kingdom of his birth to slaughter those who were his kin. His own mother fell to his sword.

He cannot tell if Almaude wishes for her own death, or something more treasonous.

#wips tag

[basedbroadchronicles]

Tierra de Maelo y Tego Calderon

#PR #puerto rico #monte #montañera #doing things #atardecer #atardeceres en el monte

[noldorinimladris]

Maelos Peredhel ✨🥺

#tolkien #noldor #lord of the rings #silmarillion #tolkien art #elvenkind