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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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taglist (for the free gifs): @narcolini @narcos-narcosmx @ashlingnarcos @drabbles-mc @rerorero-my-cherry @criatividad-e @cositapreciosa @cherixrosa-archived @artemiseamoon @purplesong1028 @mandaloria314 @tinylittleobsessions @narcosmx @thesolotomyhan

#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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boomgers · 2 months

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“Gringo Hunters” comienza su producción

Inspirada en una existente unidad policial mexicana que atrapa fugitivos estadounidenses en México, la serie de Netflix, “Gringo Hunters”, recientemente inició producción y será filmada en Tijuana y la Ciudad de México. La protagonizarán Harold Torres, Mayra Hermosillo, Manuel Masalva, Andrew Leland Rogers, Héctor Kotsifakis, Dagoberto Gama y Regina Nava como los Gringo Hunters, acompañados de Sebastian Roché, Gerardo Trejoluna, Paulina Dávila y José María Yazpik, entre otros.

Adrián Grünberg, Alonso Álvarez, Jimena Montemayor y Natalia Beristain estarán a cargo de la dirección, bajo la producción de Woo Films y Redrum en coproducción con Imagine Entertainment y en asociación con The Washington Post. Basada en un artículo de Kevin Sieff para The Washington Post, “Gringo Hunters” es el primer proyecto producto de la asociación entre Imagine Entertainment y The Washington Post.

La serie promete adentrarse en la Unidad de Enlace Internacional, para ofrecer misterios por resolver, vueltas de tuerca y los desafíos a los que se enfrenta este tipo de operación policial.

Cita de Francisco Ramos, Vicepresidente de contenidos de Netflix para Latinoamérica: “Nuestro compromiso con las mejores historias y creadores mexicanos se refleja claramente en Gringo Hunters. Nuestros productores han reunido un reparto y un equipo muy fuerte. Asociarnos con Imagine Entertainment ha sido una experiencia muy enriquecedora. Estoy seguro de que la serie va a emocionar a nuestros miembros”.

#Gringo Hunters #Harold Torres #Mayra Hermosillo #Manuel Masalva #Andrew Leland Rogers #Héctor Kotsifakis #Dagoberto Gama #Regina Nava #Noticias

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dvesinthewind · 2 years

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Phases | Enedina Arellano Félix

As Enedina's right-hand woman, you've seen it all. You've been by her side for many milestones and memories, including the murder of her recent husband. As you remain by the Arellano sister's side while she heals, a new kind of milestone enters the picture.

warnings: murder, loss of a loved one, language, mentions of drug use, smoking, compulsory heterosexuality, angst with a happy ending, wlw relationship, also, most of my wlw fics are about the reader struggling with their identity... cue self-projection, but if internalized homophobia is triggering for u please proceed with caution, alcohol consumption, mentions of religion, timeline is off, spoilers, stages of grief

a/n: WC 4.3k mayra hermosillo!enedina, not the irl one. forgive me, spanish is my second language so I did the best I could with my brain & resources. if anything is incorrect don't hesitate to msg me.

In life, you believed everyone needed someone like Enedina- a ride-or-die type partner that stuck alongside you for life. In your younger years, you feared never having the chance to attain a girl best friend. You dreamt about having someone in your life for the long run, a strong woman to share your life with-- the good, bad, and the ugly. As you grew older, you began to learn what you derived from all this; perhaps it wasn't a friend you were searching for after all.

But in Enedina, friendship was far from what she offered to you. The brunette became as close as she could be to a blood relative. You spent every waking moment in the Arellano Félix household to the point where the guest bedroom just a few feet from Enedina's became your bedroom. The family business wasn't a secret to you either, in fact, Benjamín suggested letting you in on accounting and filing paperwork if you wanted to. That alone was shocking, considering the distance Benjamín placed between himself and outsiders.

It was easy for newspapers to demonize the people you called family, but to live amongst them, smile beside them in polaroid pictures that ended up framed among the walls, and eat at the same dinner table, it was easy for you to see past it.

But, you couldn't see past how in love Enedina was with Claudio.

Initially, somewhere deep in your selfishness lay a striking pain, perhaps now you'd admit it was jealousy. When Enedina broke the news with crinkled brown eyes and a bright smile, you felt guilty for being jealous. Exactly what were you envious of? After attempting to give your best congratulations, you hid behind a champagne glass and slipped away to the nearest bathroom as soon as you could. You felt exposed under the natural sunlight and studied yourself closely in the mirror to be sure your skin didn't actually turn green. Enedina was observant, and you wouldn't allow your nasty habit of being over-expressive to fly above her radar. She had done so much for you, the least you could do was be happy for her.

Naturally, she had you assisting in wedding planning. Any moment you could, you attempted to claim to have paperwork to file, but Enedina didn't take no for an answer and would threaten to have Barrón throw you over his shoulder if he had to. You knew exactly what your issue was, but confessing to it was entirely different. To sacrifice the relationship you had built with not only Enedina, but her siblings and even the participating guards and Junior Narcos, was foolish, especially right before one of the most important days of her life. So, you did the best you could. You gave real, honest advice. You set up meetings with florists and made appointments to explore venues, and pick a church for the engaged couple. Occasionally, Claudio would tag along, and you would sit idly on the opposite side of the restaurant booth during lunches as Enedina laughed like he was the funniest thing on earth.

Once again, you hid your bitterness behind whatever you were drinking and silently wished the contents were a little bit stronger.

On Enedina's wedding day, a pesky headache was lingering from the moment you woke up. You carefully caressed your temples in an attempt to soothe them and quickly cursed God for the ridiculous irony. Today could be the worst day of your life, but it needed to be the best day of Enedina's. As la dama de honor, the bride chose something slightly different for you than what the other bridesmaids were clad in. Your dress was hardly as flashy and vibrant as 80s fashion tended to be, and opted for a more subtle pink shade in comparison to her sisters. Your hair was swept up neatly, and you felt the cool breeze stroke your neck as you strutted towards the room Enedina resided in. You graciously let yourself in with a set of soft knocks against the wooden door.

The room was largely sized, but seemingly empty save for the beautiful bride that sat quietly at the vanity. Her dress spoke volumes-- extravagant and perfectly, purely white, soaking up any sound bouncing off the interior walls. Perhaps the rustle of your dress, or the careful footsteps of your small heels approaching, calmly brought her attention to you, and a wide smile overtook her features.

"Te ves hermosa," you spoke carefully as if the words weren't meant to be spoken at all. The simple statement sucked the air right from your lungs, and the glitter upon her eyelids nearly left you blind. [You look beautiful.]

She smiles, almost shyly, and you gesture for her to give you a spin. The wedding dress has a mind of its own, and rocks along her body as she slowly turns. You swallow harshly. "Estás nerviosa? La salida está clara en caso de que quieras huir." A grin creeps along your face. It's easy to hide the truth behind a joke. [Are you nervous? The exit is clear in case you want to flee.]

Enedina laughs wholeheartedly and raises a brow. You've never seen her so happy. It's a shame you're hiding such a dirty secret from your best friend. "Es casi como si quisieras que corriera." [It's almost as if you want me to run.]

With that, you take a moment to answer-- at first not sure if you will. You pull a cigarette from your handbag, flick the lighter, and glance over to the clock hanging on the wallpaper. Enedina looks curiously at your frame and notices your posture. You appear in thought. Before she can speak, you slowly approach her and give her a cigarette of her own. As the butt grows vibrant in a cherry ember, the soon-to-be bride inhales a shaky breath of tobacco. "Sólo deseo que seas feliz," you state slowly, inhaling a drag for a moment before continuing, "Como sea que se vea". [I only wish for you to be happy. Whatever that looks like.]

You leave shortly after the rush of bridesmaids come in to let Enedina know it's time. She had opened her mouth to respond to you, but her sisters and friends didn't allow her to. She was swallowed up whole by her wedding party in an awry of compliments and awe. The sound of gasps and squeals was the last thing you heard as you quietly closed the door behind you, and stepped into the grand hallway with audible clacks.

When the ceremony started, you walked before the bridesmaids with a hand-selected bouquet within your manicured grasp, and your opposite arm clutching del padrino. With the cue of classical music, all eyes in the venue turned to watch as each of you slowly progressed down the aisle in practically methodical steps. With each set of eyes upon you, the pit of your stomach grew. Your eyes searched for familiar faces, catching Ramón's as he offered an encouraging smile. Perhaps Enedina hadn't seen his outfit quite yet, you'd thought. You gave him a smirk, gesturing towards the fur coat as he sneakily flipped you off. By the time you had reached the end of the aisle, Claudio had remained just a few feet before you, hands clasped in front of himself. You shared a look of understanding, a polite smile even, and departed from the man you had walked with as you went to your respective placements.

This isn't to be portrayed as a rivalry between you and Claudio, though. It was simply tolerance. You were sure Claudio didn't mind you at all, perhaps he was even fond of you. You didn't mind him either, it was just the fact you had wished today was your wedding day. And not in the circumstance where Enedina wouldn't be getting married, but where she would be marrying you instead. Incredibly selfish, and even unrealistic, you knew.

You regained social awareness when the tempo changed and the top of Enedina's hairdo was seen amongst the crowd. A proud smile was offered to her guests, all hundreds of them. Enedina caught your eye as you winked at her, tears carefully brimming your waterline. You admired Enedina, as she admired Claudio.

Once the ceremony was over, you were all hauled into a limousine and rushed over to the reception where bottomless margaritas were offered, and you couldn't resist. Enedina cheerfully danced with her bridesmaids and her new husband, and even managed to get you out there halfway through "Como la Flor". For the most part, the night did remain celebratory-- despite Ramón nearly dragging Rayo by his hair and out to the parking lot where he likely met his fate. In the crowd, were numerous politicians, lawyers, colleagues of Claudio's, and even men you assumed the Arellano's must've screwed over judging by the sour looks embedded on their faces. Even if this was Enedina's wedding, it was still something akin to a political campaign. Any given moment was used to protect and further glamorize their image. You'd watch the Junior Narcos follow the fur-clad Arellano with little resilience. You'd see Kitty fumble with his newly bloodied knuckles and stalk off to the nearest bathroom where he'd rinse the evidence right off. But then there was Enedina as she did her 'rounds, traveling to each table to offer agradecimiento. The guests would ask her to show off her gown and she would, just like she had hours ago for you in her secluded dressing room. You hadn't given much thought to getting married, but maybe it was time you did so. Enedina had since tied the knot, and perhaps it was a sign you needed to move on. For real this time.

You were sure they would set you up with a man-- likely involved in the business, who they were fond of, and who made them a lot of money. You pictured yourself playing house for a man you never loved, but pretended to for your own sake, and maybe even the Arellano's. The thought alone made you sick to your stomach, but you couldn't overstay your welcome forever.

The night after the wedding, the ongoing feud with the Sinoloan cartel reached a peak. Just hours before, Enedina encouraged her husband to attend Christine with the rest of the guys. He tagged along, much to his dismay, and seemingly wouldn't make it home that night.

This was unbeknownst to all of you. Initially, Enedina had gotten a phone call from a frantic Benjamín about a shooting at the nightclub. He didn't disclose much information over the phone and had purposely not mentioned the death of her new husband that remained in the hands of El Chapo. It wasn't until you were hauled into the cars with packed suitcases and adrenaline rushing through your veins did you notice someone was missing. More than just someone, Claudio wasn't present. You sat beside Ramón in the very back seat, as your tired head lay on his shoulder, and Dina wept. None of you could console her with words, so you made comfort in the silence.

She slept beside you that night, curled into a ball, and pressed against your chest. She had shut her brothers out, refusing to hear the condolences and promises she knew you wouldn't offer her. You just remained silent. She cried for hours, sobbed until there were no tears left, and peacefully drifted off to sleep like a child exhausted from a tantrum. An intense form of rage bubbled in your chest and nagged at the strings of your heart as it ached. Ramón could promise whatever he'd like, but until Chapo's head was resting on a stake, you couldn't rest. You knew you couldn't. But it wasn't up to you, and as of now, your new responsibility was to heal Dina-- just like she had done for you. Her frame was still, save for the rise and fall of her chest, and her eyes swollen from crying. You were to pick up the pieces the way you knew how to attempt to fix what's been broken. That, you could manage.

After Claudio's death, Enedina is expectedly not her usual self. She allows Benjamín and Ramón to deal with the narco business and gives herself some time to disappear. She gets noticeably thinner, skips family meals, and stares at you blankly when you ask her when she last ate was. Her eyes lose a lot of life. It's a drastic comparison to her wedding day when her eyes had shined brighter than you had ever seen them do so before. There's an increase in the darkness underneath her eyes as well as if she isn't sleeping. But she's spending most of her nights restlessly tossing and turning, while she's unconscious during the daytime. She will periodically take walks around the grounds, but get lightheaded from dehydration to the point where she returns quicker than she left. She ignores the plates you leave on her bureau or bedside table, and you consider having Barrón and Kitty strap her down so you can force feed her.

Benjamín looks to you with great concern, and you feel a rising pressure on your shoulders. If you're unable to fix Enedina, who will? As the months grow, and the Arellano sister remains quiet, you fear she'll never be the same again. You imagine what it would be like to lose your spouse the day after your wedding day, the day after you'd been on cloud nine. Though Enedina might never be the same, you can attempt to help her create a new normal.

Everyone has experience with grief, but your lack of understanding creates a barrier between you and Enedina that's unwilling to fall. You decide to somewhat invade her space, and instead of allowing her to spend her days constantly holed up in her master bedroom, you lock yourself in with her. She's reluctant, which is evident, but eventually, she finds a way to move around you.

Just a few feet into Enedina's room is one of the only balconies in the entire mansion. You suspected that was why she had picked the room, to begin with. Her bedroom was sort of secluded from the rest of the house-- technically yours was as well. It was a safety thing, not having many windows, but Enedina didn't care much. She was a nature enthusiast, just like you were, and prioritized being able to see the sunrise and hear the birds chirp even if it meant putting herself at risk.

That same balcony was shaded by the curtains now, refusing any sunlight from pouring into her room.

You started by pulling the curtains back, Enedina hissing in response, and opened up the balcony doors to provide both light and air to the dark room. You had two comfortable chairs put onto the patio where you decided the two of you would share meals from then on. At least this way you could be sure she was eating.

It was a strange feeling. You felt a great sense of responsibility, a desire even, one you hadn't felt before. The urge to not fix, but aid her on her journey came from the absolute depths of your heart and the overwhelming truth of love. You realized you would have never done this for anyone else.

Surely, she starts healing. The progress is slow, but you notice it. You know Enedina like the back of your hand.

She stops holding you at arm's length and starts embracing you completely. She lets you play music on her radio and even allows you to pull her from her seated position and up to dance along to the chorus. She smiles more often, and it pulls directly at your heartstrings. Dina makes herself present at family dinner for the first time, and Benjamín thanks you graciously with his eyes, though he doesn't need to. Your time comes with no cost, no expectation of something in return.

The stages of grief have seemingly treated her well, bringing her to a state of somewhat acceptance. Of course, she has her moments of sadness, but they are no longer prolonged. When she dreams of Claudio, they are no longer nightmares, but a blissful remembrance of a life she was once able to share with him.

One night, when you're reading underneath the golden lamp shade in your respective bedroom, a few soft knocks caress your door. You mark your page quickly, and pull a silk robe over your shoulders before calling out, "¡Pasa!" [Come in!]

A head full of soft, brown locks peeks in carefully before the rest of her body, and Enedina smiles cheekily while holding up two bottles of red wine and two glasses. One for each of you. Your lips stretch at the sight. She's clad in her own silk nightgown that leaves little for imagination. You swallow that thought down harshly before mentally cursing your immaturity, and rush to pat the empty spot next to you on the bed.

She makes herself comfortable, and it reminds you of the sleepovers you used to have in each other's bedrooms many years ago when you had just moved in. A sight for a pair of sore eyes that indulge in nostalgia often, much like your own. The room is quiet, save for the sound of wine being poured into your glasses. Enedina leans back into the bed frame and takes a generous sip.

"Que parece uno de mis camisones." Dina breaks the silence, and gestures toward your silhouette with a manicured fingernail. It probably was, you were never a nightgown girl before meeting Enedina. "Se te ve bien." [That looks like one of my nightgowns. It looks good on you.]

"Tienes buen gusto," you smiled. Despite the fact that Enedina had come to you that night, you still felt partially guilty for not allowing her to have personal space. You knew if she wanted to leave she would have. A part of you just wanted to make sure you hadn't overstepped. "Espero que no estés cansada de mí." [You have good taste. I hope you aren't tired of me.]

Enedina's face scrunches in bemusement. Though you've picked your words carefully, she doesn't seem to be doing the same. She was never one to hold back. "Nunca podría estar cansada de ti," she states truthfully. [I could never be tired of you.]

You thought you hadn't ingested much alcohol, that it wasn't affecting you much. Perhaps Enedina meant what she was saying, but perhaps she was still grieving over her dead husband. She could've been lonely and desperate. It was unfair to think the way you were thinking. But as she leaned further into your space, you didn't rush to push her away. As her eyes flickered between your eyes and then not-so-subtly to your lips, you didn't protest. When her big, brown eyes softly closed and you watched her lashes caress her skin, you placed a hand on her cheek. As the softness of her lips grew closer to yours, a flame erupted in your abdomen. It was selfish. You were a glutton, and could feel greed being added to the list of your sins. As if Enedina was the sole key to heaven, you desperately pursued, defying all humanity and perhaps any morality you had developed over the years. It was so wrong, but it had felt righteous.

That was when you pulled away.

You kept her face tenderly within your grip still, as her eyes screwed open in what resembled impatience. You tilted her chin so she could see the sincerity in your lustful eyes. "Por mucho que te quiera, no está correcto," you spoke gently, enunciating each word like you were mostly trying to convince yourself. Was it not right because she was still grieving? Was it because she wasn't entirely sober? Or was it because she was another woman, and in your soul, you felt as if that couldn't be right? You weren't sure. [As much as I want you, it isn't right.]

Enedina relaxes from your grasp, settling back into her original position against the bed frame. Her posture still tilts towards you, and she remains comfortable, but somewhat defeated. Her features don't express anything akin to anger, perhaps she came to her senses about what would become. Regardless, she puts her wine glass onto your bedside table and fluffs a pillow underneath her head. You mirror her actions.

You're both laying down underneath the comforter, and you turn off your lamp to fully engulf yourselves in darkness. A few minutes pass, and Enedina seems determined to be sleeping in your bed tonight. Within the silence, you make no effort to whisper. The words are still lowly kept as you speak, "¿estás bien?" [Are you alright?]

"Seré," she replies and knows you aren't just talking about the moment previously shared. [I will be.]

As you slowly stirred into consciousness, the lack of radiating body heat from the woman there just hours prior had simmered away, leaving you puzzled and slightly disappointed. The bed sheets were cold to the touch, and the mattress no longer sunken in to engulf the curvature of her body while she rested. At one point of the night, Enedina buried herself into the snugness of your collarbone, and if you hadn't been so lucky to wake up just momentarily during the night, perhaps you wouldn't have ever known. You had relished in that moment for around a half hour, listening to the sound of Enedina's lungs coaxing air in and out of her body through her nose. Her chest rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern--not that you could see it, but feel it as it collided with yours. If you slowed your breath down just enough, you could focus on the steady beats of her heart as it thumped, as if each beat was an attempt to reach closer to yours.

Benjamín tells you she isn't at home and hasn't been for hours, that she's at the warehouse. That's exactly where you go. The warehouse wasn't a typical visit for you, but you needed to see Enedina urgently, almost like your life depended on it.

On the ride there you convince yourself the way you felt wasn't a crime, that it was normal for her to appeal to you that way, that Enedina offered you something no one else had; security.

Your feet find a rhythm on the cement floor and you're suddenly speed walking to your destination. You wonder if she can hear the clacks of your footsteps over all of the noise, or perhaps the anxious hitch in your breath as you reach the office door. Regardless, you twist the knob and let yourself in.

The brunette sits quietly at the desk, her head still indulged in the paperwork. There's a subtle furrow between her brows, and she rests a cheek on one manicured hand. You wait just a moment, before slipping into a seat that's been placed in front of her. Enedina's ambitiousness was admirable, but it's unclear whether your presence wasn't totally welcome, or if she had yet to recognize it was you. Judging by the perfume you had sprayed onto yourself, it unfortunately might've been the latter.

"¿Prefieres que yo vaya?" You asked, hesitance glazing the question as it enters the air. [Do you prefer that I go?]

Dina picks her head up rapidly, and a softness caresses the prior crease on her forehead. It was possible she really hadn't noticed who had sat down, or that anyone had at all. She shakes her head. "Me alegro de que estés aquí, pero no lo supongo." [I'm glad you're here, but I didn't expect it.]

"Cuando me desperté esta mañana no estabas conmigo." [When I woke up this morning you weren't with me.]

She scans your expression, and then her eyes drop down to the arms crossed over your chest. As if finding your confrontation humorous, she gestures towards the thick pile of paperwork and offers a coy smile. It actually did feel much better to see Enedina working after months of refusing to even step foot out of the house, let alone back into the business that caused her so much pain to begin with. "Lo siento, pero estoy contigo ahora, no?" [I'm sorry, but I'm with you now, aren't I?]

"Claro, excepto podrías estar en cama conmigo en su lugar," you shrugged. Enedina's eyebrows raised in surprise as you continued, "supongo que prefieres trabajar que pasar el tiempo libremente en casa." [Sure, except you could be in bed with me instead. I guess you prefer to work than pass time freely at home.]

The brunette smiles playfully, and you nearly forget this is the first time you've spoken like this to one another. Toying with Enedina is as natural as it comes. She reaches for your hand across the table, which you willingly give, and with one squeeze she promises to wrap up soon. She's yours for the rest of the evening, and once again spends the night in your bedroom. This time, Enedina falls asleep in your arms, and as you slowly gain consciousness the next morning, the utter warmth of her skin is hard to miss. She reads peacefully with her head resting on your shoulder, the bookmark tucked into your last read page marking as a finish line for her to catch up with. She tilts her head back, mumbling a buenos días, and you're quick to press your lips delicately onto hers. That was certainly neither your first nor last initiation of non-verbal commitment to Enedina. With every moment spent, and every action done on behalf of the well-being of your lover, an expertise of patience is mastered. You'd never considered yourself a rather tolerant person, but in terms of Enedina, there are no boundaries. It seems that with each revelation brings a new vulnerability beyond emotional; areas of skin you had yet to explore, and the way her hair looked when worn down or ruffled during slumber. Regardless of whatever phase Enedina entered, you mentally swore to continue to remain as loyal as you had been, relying on fate to bring her back to you.

#narcos mexico x reader #narcos mexico imagine #enedina arellano félix x f!reader #enedina arellano félix x reader #narcos mexico #dvesinthewind #enedina arellano félix #mayra hermosillo #narcos fanfiction

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lajoiedefrancoise · 2 years

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Narcos: México (2018 - 2021)

#Narcos #narcos mexico #narcos méxico #quotes #2021 #Mayra Hermosillo #Alfonso Dosal

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‘Hotel Cocaine’ First Look: Danny Pino Runs Miami’s Infamous Mutiny Hotel in MGM+ Crime Thriller (PHOTOS) The story of Miami’s most notorious hotel comes to life in Hotel Cocaine, an eight-episode drama premiering this summer on MGM+. Mayans M.C. star Danny Pino leads the series as Roman Compte, the man behind the Mutiny Hotel, with co-stars Yul Vazquez, Michael Chiklis, Mark Feuerstein, and Laura Gordon. TV Insider has the exclusive first look into the series in the photos below. Hotel Cocaine comes from Godfather of Harlem and Narcos visionary Chris Brancato. It tells the story of Roman Compte, a Cuban exile and general manager of the Mutiny Hotel, the glamorous epicenter of the Miami cocaine scene of the late ‘70s and early ‘80s. The Mutiny Hotel was Casablanca on cocaine; a glitzy nightclub, restaurant, and hotel frequented by Florida businessmen and politicians, international narcos, CIA and FBI agents, models, sports stars, and musicians. At the center of it all was Compte, who was doing his best to keep it all going and fulfill his own American Dream. Mrs. Dunn Plays Matchmaker for Embarrassed Emily & James in 'Belgravia' Sneak Peek Related Mrs. Dunn Plays Matchmaker for Embarrassed Emily & James in 'Belgravia' Sneak Peek Vazquez plays Nestor Cabal, Chiklis is Agent Zulio, Feuerstein is Burton Greenberg, and Gordon is Janice Nichols in the crime thriller. Additional stars include Tania Watson and Corina Bradley, with recurring stars Mayra Hermosillo, Juan Pablo Raba, Erniel Baez, Nick Barkla, Cale Ambrozic, Camila Valero, and Maggie Lacey. Guest stars include John Ventimiglia as prolific writer Hunter Thompson and Larry Powell as singer Rick James. Brancanto created the series and serves as executive producer and showrunner. Guillermo Navarro executive produces the series and directed the pilot episode. Michael Panes and Alfredo Barrios Jr. also serve as executive producers. The series is created by MGM+ Studios, in partnership with MGM Television, and filmed in the Dominican Republic. Hotel Cocaine, Series Premiere, Summer 2024, MGM+ Get an exclusive first look at Hotel Cocaine in the gallery.

#danny pino #roman compte #hotel cocaine #oh good lord #FINALLY #that man looks GOOD

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sung-jinwoo · 2 years

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Hello à tous 🌸

Comme j'ai désormais plus de temps pour me pencher sur le graphisme, j'aimerais revenir progressivement dans la création d'avatars. Je me cherche encore un peu niveau style car j'ai trop d'idées et je suis souvent exigeante (d'où mes divers expériences ces dernières semaines). Bref... Tout ça pour dire que si vous avez des suggestions de fc pour servir mes petits tests, ça sera avec plaisir !

Je dois déjà faire Inbar Lavi et Vanessa Kirby (promis depuis presque un an, c'est genre la honte mais je t'oublie pas promis 🙏).

J'ai aussi une liste personnelle de fc sur qui j'aimerais grapher (je prends l'idée à @andthesunrisesagain ✨) qui comporte : Diego Luna, Mason Alexander Park, Mayra Hermosillo, Tenoch Huerta Meija, Scoot McNairy, Tom Sturridge, Kirby Howell-Baptiste, Matty Healy, Matt Smith... et peut-être d'autres à venir !

PS : ma proposition de faire des headers pour vos forums tient toujours également donc hésitez pas ☀️

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hausofmamadas · 2 years

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DINARRÓN | Or should I say Dinarellaron …

✷✷✷ (For any and all Dinarrón content, refer to disclaimer in these posts) ✷✷✷

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From Narcos: Mexico, Season 2, episode 2 - Alea Iacta Est

Aka that one time all three Arellano siblings eyed Barróncito like the prime rib he is went heart eyes for Barrón.

And who can blame them? Even los Arellanos are not exempt from popping the occasional catching the occasional workplace boner crush.

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Already. I mean cmooon, given this entrance with that little shy-boy chin bop, wtf did we think was gonna happen??? They were all gonna look at him and be like, “nah?” Sksksksks no they were all fucking goners, right off the bat, like no match to the silent-but-deadly magnetism our boy is droppin here.

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Oh okay, and then this little walk he does down the stairs. Like in all seriousness (i’ve talked about this with Món/Manuel Masalva before) there’s something about his physicality, like it’s all over that legendary S3 scene at Christine too. And idk if it was the directors, or the writers, or just Bobby Soto plain being like, “So, imma walk down these steps in the sexiest way possible, hope that’s cool with you guys” no te preocupes, chulito, it’s v cool with us but like his whole physicality is just undeniably h o ttttt.

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OKAY YOU MOTHERFUCKINGXDJDKSKDJDNDNSJ GOONS. This is it. This is the first time Dina lays her gotdamn beautiful brown eyes on gotdamn beautiful Barrón. And what praytell does she look like? Tell me what she looks like????? I’ll give you a hint …….

SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE SIZING THIS BOY UP LIKE HE A SLICE OF PECAN PIE WITH A FAT SCOOP OF VANILLA ICE CREAM ON TOP. SHE SEES THAT SWEET SNACK SURPRISE AND SHE KNOWS OKAY

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And just join me, for a moment, in overanalyzing this shot bc it’s not just Dina who’s enamored. Juuuust after Barrón leans back, before Mon shakes his hand. Take in that image right there and tell me they don’t ALL look like they wanna climb him like a jungle gym. They straight look like Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed from the Lion King, bout to bust out into showtunes before making a meal of the kid sksksks. And lbr, he and Panchito were in prison for a min so his look might be “aaaah, memories.” Cuz they never really tell us like what is it that made him such a faaan of Barrón in the first place. And gorl was pushin real hard for the rest of the fam to like him, just sayin.

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There’s no logical Dinarrón reason for me to include this except that the way Ramon walks here rivals aforementioned Barrón stairwalk in terms of pure sexness sksksks like godddd he looks good🥴 OH EXCEPT, the way Barrón follows Mon to confront Chapo and Cochi. Already the work ethic. Mans means business strollin behind, already all-in with the backup even tho he just got there.

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And then we have over here Dina also surveying the scene, making sure no one pulls ANY shit, ready at a moment’s notice to fucking cut you no but like literally sksksks she will actually cut you with the champagne bottle she cracked over that putamadre’s head. SO BASICALLY, Dina and Barrón are literally doing the same damn thing, providing the saaame damn function, in case things pop off in this convo between Mon, Cochi and Chapo which I did gif and desperately wanted to include but couldnt bc of Tumblr’s stupid 10 image limit 😤😤🙄🙄

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And here, I’d like to welcome you to our next edition of Inside the Actors- no Scene overAnalysis with Your Local Space Witch, Kaybron. Wherein I will transform, before your very eyes, into the It’s Always Sunny Pepe Silva meme.

First off, Dina adorably rubbing Moncito’s head like, “yes, good job with fam protec against that scareee Chapo and scareee Cochi, big strong, prad of u.”

Second, just after the adorable sibling head rub, Barrón proceeds to PUT HIS HANDS ON PANCHITA’S SHOULDERS like a “cmon buddy it’ll be okay” gesture or “echoes of our secret prison love affair” gesture I’m not sure cause they’re bestest good frands and he don’t want his bestest good frand to be mad at his own party. SO BASICALLY Dina and Barrón YET AGAIN fulfill the same function as the resident comforting watchdogs, at the Same. Damn. Time.

And lastly, but most importantly…. And it’s crucial that you’re here with me, in this moment, because….. there is, for a millisecond …. it’s literally blink and miss it …. but there is A Look. Right after adorb sib head rub, Dina throws a look Barrón’s way and he fucking looks at her back while he’s walking by steering Panchito with adorable shoulder rub. THERES A LOOK. ITS FUCKING THERE.

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AND👏🏼FUCKING👏🏼THEN👏🏼 this pinshe tonteria.

The other Arellano sisters exiting the frame to reveal BOTH OF THEM IN THE MIDDLE mad-dogging tf out of the Sinaloa camp, THE SAME gotdamn expression on their faces, RIGHT next to each other……….

*foaming at the mouth, flips table over* LIKE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING. IM SUPPOSED TO FUCKING THINK THEY ARENT DESTINED FOR EACH OTHER? RLY? LITERALLY SHOVING THE NARRATIVE SYMMETRY IN MY FACE BRANCATO?? AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BE REASONABLE??

Phew. *wipes sweat from forehead, gathers up red string, crumpled paper, and tacks*

And with that, your Honor, The People rest.

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Estará dispuesto a todo para mantener la paz… “Sierra Madre: Prohibido Pasar”

La historia se desarrolla en San Pedro Garza García, un municipio que forma parte del área metropolitana de Monterrey, Nuevo León, en donde las familias que forman parte de él, gozan de un estilo de vida único y repleto de bienestar. Mediante la perspectiva de los Parra, una familia de alto abolengo, se mostrará que no todo es lo que parece, mientras hacen todo lo posible por mantener la aparente tranquilidad en su paraíso.

Estreno: 21 de abril de 2024 por HBO y en Max.

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Creada por Diego Enrique Osorno y Gabriel Nuncio, la serie cuenta con las actuaciones de Miguel Rodarte, Mayra Hermosillo, Hernán Mendoza, Natalia Plascencia, Tessa Ía, Karina Gidi, Andrés Delgado, Francisco Barreiro, Lumi Cavazos, Gerardo Trejoluna, Julieta Eugurrola, Juan Carlos Remolina, Johana Murillo, Arturo Barba, entre otros.

#Sierra Madre: Prohibido Pasar #Miguel Rodarte #Mayra Hermosillo #Hernán Mendoza #Natalia Plascencia #Tessa Ía #Karina Gidi #Andrés Delgado #Francisco Barreiro #Lumi Cavazos #Gerardo Trejoluna #Julieta Eugurrola #Juan Carlos Remolina #Johana Murillo #Arturo Barba #Series #HBO #Max

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hello cat and ( sometimes ) mouse! can you suggest me faceclaims with resources that are fitting for a 80's spy setting? aged 25-40, any gender as i haven't decided on anything more yet about the character. thank you!

Matthew Rhys (1974) - in The Americans.

David Harbour (1975) - in Stanger Things.

Keri Russell (1976) - in The Americans.

Luke Evans (1979) - is gay - in Anna - Beneath Anna Poliatova's striking beauty lies a secret that will unleash her indelible strength and skill to become one of the world's most feared government assassins.

Lee Pace (1979) - is queer - in Halt and Catch Fire.

T'Nia Miller (1980) Afro Jamaican - is a lesbian - in The Haunting of Bly Manor.

Angelica Ross (1980) African-American - is trans - in American Horry Story 1984.

Kate Siegel (1982) Ashkenazi Jewish - is bisexual - in The Haunting of Bly Manor.

Andrew Garfield (1983) Ashkenazi Jewish / English - in Under the Banner of Heaven.

Kerry Bishé (1984) - in Halt and Catch Fire.

Rahul Kohli (1985) Punjabi Indian - in American Horry Story 1984.

Mackenzie Davis (1987) - in Halt and Catch Fire.

Mayra Hermosillo (1987) Mexican - in Narcos.

Ritu Arya (1988) Indian - in The Umbrella Academy.

David Castañeda (1989) Mexican - in The Umbrella Academy.

Damson Idris (1991) Yoruba Nigerian - in Snowfall.

Rawan Mahdi (1992) Iraqi - in The Exchange.

Sasha Luss (1992) - in Anna - Beneath Anna Poliatova's striking beauty lies a secret that will unleash her indelible strength and skill to become one of the world's most feared government assassins.

Jella Haase (1992) - in Kleo - After the fall of the Berlin Wall, a former spy killer is set free and embarks on a revenge spree against the people who conspired to betray her.

I'm not great at period asks but here you go!

#fc help #rph #rpc

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'Las Viudas de los Jueves' | Avance oficial

Mira el primer avance de 'Las Viudas de los Jueves', una serie con Irene Azuela, Zuria Vega, Cassandra Ciangherotti, Omar Chaparro y muchos más.

Netflix acaba de lanzar el primer avance oficial de La Viudad de los Jueves, una adaptación a serie de la novela homónima de Claudia Piñeiro por la que ganó el premio Clarín de Novela en el 2006. Este avance de apenas y 45 segundos no nos dice casi absolutamente nada de lo que se tratará la serie, sin embargo si nos da una muy buena idea de que será una historia llena de suspenso, además de que…