#or will just get frustrated and switch back to spanish

[codgod]

i feel like i see ppl mischaracterise mariana a lot too but then i also don’t feel like i know his character well enough to articulate in what way lol

like i read. a lot of slimeriana fics. and in some of them his behaviour just feels ? off ? from what i expect it to be but idk how LOL

#.txt #there’s easier to spot things like uuh #having him speak Too clearly in english/speak english too much #like his english is better than he thinks it is but he’s also not super confident with it #so he stumbles over words or repeats himself a lot #or will just get frustrated and switch back to spanish #i think that’s just me and my Speech Patterns Are Like 75% Of Accurate Characterisation thing #like if u can read something in a characters voice and it doesn’t sound weird ur doing a good job

[lyrasdrawer]

No juegues conmigo // Don't play with me.

Pairing: Spidy!Miguel O'hara x SpidyFem!Reader.

Miguel calls you to his office to tell you he's been hearing you playing with yourself at night. It doesn't go as planned.

Warnings: Dom Miguel. Masturbation. Toy usage. F receiving oral. Fingering. Language. Spanish speaker reader. Degradation. Choking. Biting/Clawing. Praise kink. Angst. Bondage. Please lmk if i gotta add any more warnings. MINORS DNI.

Part 1. / Part 2.

You arrived at your room after an exhausting day at HQ. Lyla woke you up at 7AM claiming that you were required at Miguel's head office. After a cold shower to wake you up you ran, already in a bad mood (since Lyla had insisted it was urgent and you couldn't stop for a coffee, souring your mood). Your arrival was indifferent to your overworked boss.

You knew better than to interrupt him while focused... But after a couple of long minutes had passed you climbed your way next to him on the platform.

"I know you sensed me, Miguel." You said, exasperation tinting your tone.

He barely acknowledged you, only gestured your way with his right hand an holographic screen with the anomaly's details. Opening a portal, you looked at him over your shoulder.

"Siempre un placer." Rolling your eyes, you jumped through.

Trsl: Always a pleasure.

You were so mad you couldn't even notice the blood drippling from his left hand, small crescend cuts opening his palm from where his talons were pressed.

You got back to HQ when everyone was leaving the cafeteria already. You plopped your ass on a bench without bothering to go get some food. Your stomach growled in protest, but you just laid your front against the table. The anomaly had given you some trouble, and you were too sore, AND too mad to get up.

"There you are!" Gwen's voice singed, sitting at your side. She looked at you. "Are you... Okay?"

You groaned in response.

"She's definitely in a mood." Peter B. Parker sat in front of you, with a tray full of pizza that made your had snap.

You snapped the tray out of his hands and starting devouring, trying not to laugh at the face of betrayal staring back at where his tray was a second before. He went back for more food and Gwen looked back at you, a smirk on her face.

"So you were hangry-"

"I am not hangry! I am - was hungry, yeah, but that doesn't have anything to do with my mood." You said and threw another slice of pizza on your mouth.

"Let me guess..." Peter was back with four hamburgers on a new tray "Your mood has to do with a 7 feet tall, thick, tan man who-"

Your death stare made him close his mouth shut.

"He has sent me to fight this HUGE bug, at 7AM, without letting me have a coffee..." You almost yelled. "And the worst is he didn't even SAID anything. He just-" You make the swiping hand gesture. "He's an asshole, I swear to god, le odio. " Your rant switched to your mother tongue without even realizing. Gwen put a comforting hand on your back. "Os juro que, if he dares to speak to me today I'm punching esa cara bonita."

Trsl: I hate him. I swear that. That pretty face.

Peter looked at Gwen wide-eyed. You rarely uppered your voice.

"She is definitely mad."

Miguel, luckily, didn't send you to another mission but, refusing to stay at HQ to avoid any chance of crossing by him, you went back to you own New York to go on patrol.

Back on your room, you slid off your suit and checked your bruised ribs in the mirror. "That fucking bug did me dirty". You scanned the rest of your body, poking on some light bruises on your legs making your mind think of two big hands who could probably bruise you better. You groaned. Not again. Putting on a loose shirt over, you dropped on the bed.

"I hate him" You tried to remember yourself but you couldn't stop your head from imagining his red stare looking at you, fangs out and hand on your throat, pressing oh so firmly. Tracing your palm down your abdomen, you thought of his talons grazing your skin. You almost growl in frustration, free hand reaching for the hem on your shirt and lifting above your breasts. You licked your fingertips before gracing on top of your nipple, liking things wet and sloppy. You reached for the drawer on the nightstand, rummaging inside until you found the hard, cold surface of your new play toy: a big glass dildo.

Miguel left the office back to his dorm, his mind reenacting the conversation (or lack of one) from a few hours ago. You were mad and he knew it. He deserved it. He hadn't called you to send you on that stupid mission. "Mierda, she could have hurted herself, it wasnt a solo mission". In fact, he had prepared a team already to go for that anomaly. Four people. But you managed it. Alone.

Miguel replayed on his head how that bug pushed you against a wall... He waited for you in the nursery but you didn't appear.

"Cabezona..." He muttered, fondly.

Trsl: stubborn.

He didn't want to send you on a mission. He wanted to talk to you... But then you reached his office, your scent filling his office making his head to spin... You were intoxicating, smelled so sweet to him. And he couldn't let you see him, haven't slept little to nothing, big bags under his eyes, and now almost drooling. He was paralized. An suddenly, you were next to him and he had to force himself not to look. God, he could almost taste you. So he clenched his fist, talons sharp against his skin just to be able to show you the screen (any screen that appeared, he couldn't concentrate in picking one) and you thought he was clear: an anomaly, fix it. But, no. No. He wanted to tell you he hadn't slept. Not today and not the days before.

His train of thought was interrupted by a sound. A whine. And he cursed. Your smell invaded his room as if you were there. And how you moaned. It send a shiver down his spine. A tightening pain direct to his crotch. That's what he wanted to tell you. That he heard. That he smelled.

"Mierda" He growled when a high pitched moan filled his room. His spider suit tight against his hardening cock.

Trsl: Shit.

He wanted to tell you that he could help. Fuck. He wanted to help. His head was full of images of you taking his length, your bratty comments long forgotten when you were so cock-drunk.

"Miguel" You mewled, and that was it. He was infront of your bedroom door, just the one below him, and knocked.

You froze. Panic driven, you hid the glass toy under your blankets and let your shirt cover your soaked thong. Your hand unlocked the door and you were looking straight to the suit covered chest of the man you were just fantasizing about.

"Hey... " Looking up, half a smile drawing on your face, you tried to play it cool. "W.what brings you here, O'Hara?"

"Stuttering and all, desastrosa" You thought.

Trsl: Messy/Disastrous.

Miguel was scanning you, red eyes fixated on your body almost hungry, looking your clearly hard nipples under your oversized t-shirt, where the hem touched your thights, barely covering your underwear.

"Miguel?" You asked, faked innocence covering your voice. You felt small, like his prey. A mouse under the deathly stare of a cat. But you couldn't lie to yourself. Not with how your tummy gave a twist, tickling your right between your legs. You loved it.

He took one step forward, towering you. You looked so small infront of him. Big doe eyes looking up at him and that hint of a smirk painting your puffy lips. He wanted to bite them.

"Such a whore" He mumbled. You bit your lip. "You do it on purpose, don't you, princesa?" He caressed your cheek, putting a wild strand of hair behind your ear. You yield to his touch, eyes closed, heart running on your chest. "You left your window open so I could hear all that pretty moans while you fucked yourself to me, hm?" He grabbed your neck. "Such a naughty girl you are..."

Trsl: Princess.

Your eyes flipped open, breath stucked on your throat and he chuckled at that sight. His big hand on your small neck, eyes wide, breathing caught. You looked so cute like that. Almost scared. And he made sure to record that image right on his head. He leaned for a kiss, licking your lower lip temptingly, and your hands jumped to his neck to bring him closer, kissing him eagerly, small whimpers escaping your lips.

"So needy" He cooed, fangs pressing against your lip and tugging, forcing a small whine from you.

You both tumbled to your bed, lips crashing against each other, bodies pressed impossibly close and he sat you on top of his thights, hands on your hips to push your throbbing cunt against his crotch.

"M.Miguel" You moaned, and he moved your hips again, making him growl.

"Stand up." He ordered, and you obliged, legs trembling from your make out session. "How am I gonna punish you, hm?" He looked around your room thoughtfully, until his gaze locked in something. He looked back at you, pouting from the lack of attention. He suppressed a smile. Adorable. "Strip."

You tucked the hem of your shirt, taking it slowly, teasing. Shirt off, you turned around to remove your thong, legs straight and bending from the waist down, your hands making a show in removing them off.

"Dios... No sabes lo que me haces" Big hand slapped your ass, leaving a bright red print that made you squeal.

Trsl: God... You don't know what you do to me.

You turned around, smirk showing while you bit you lower lip.

"You could show me" Your voice defying with a bratty attitude.

He stood up, grabbing you by the neck. He pushed you against your open kitchen counter top. "Hands up" He growled in your ear, making you shiver. Confused as you were, you obeyed as he webbed your hands up on the ceiling, making you stand against the counter tiptoing. He let you go and observed you from a distance, his hand palming his hard length through his suit. Your lips parted and nearly salivated at the sight, making him laugh at the need plastered all over your face. "So desperate to be used, aren't you princesa?" You were nodding before he was done talking, inner thighs pressed and rubbed, trying to make as much friction as they could and relief your burning heat...

Trsl: Princess.

He bent on his knees, forcing your thights to part and placing them on your shoulders. Your smell made him dizzy, god, so sweet he could eat you out for hours. He gave a small lick, flat tongue against your dripping pussy. You sighted in relief, your pussy receiving that much needed attention.

"So wet for me, aren't you, arañita?" He looked up at you, cockily. You looked gorgeous, head tilted back, arched on top of him letting him see your soft breasts. "Mírame" He ordered, talons clawing on your thights.

Trsl: Little spider. Look at me.

You lowered your head, half-lidded eyes looking at him.

"Good girl."

You clenched your walls on nothing at the praising, and squeezed his head with your legs, urging him to continue. He laughed at the action and lapped against your cunt again. He worked wonders with his tongue, switching from sucking and circling his tongue against your clit to lapping his tongue flat agains your lips, making you a moaning mess within minutes. You noticed the pressure building up in your lower half, making your breath shaky and your body to shiver, trying to move your hips to get to your orgasm. And just like that, he stopped.

"Fuuck!" You groaned. Opening your eyes and looking at him in disbelief "Why? I was-" Whinning, you tried to get an answer but were cut by Miguel getting up and kneeling yourself on the counter. He slapped your cunt, a cry getting past your lips.

"Because..." He answered, putting your glass dildo on top of the counter, between your legs. "You gotta win it, princesa." A mischievous smile showed across his face. It was a punishment, after all, and you thought he had forgotten it. "Go ahead, fuck yourself for papi."

Trsl: Princess. Daddy.

You swallowed, hard, and lined your hips with the tip of your toy.

"M.Miguel" You looked at him, desperate, but his gaze was fixed on the glass tip, waiting. "Please..."

"I'm not gonna say it again."

That made you lower your hips slowly, bitting your lip. The dildo was big, you couldn't manage to fit more than half of it before, on your own, but looking at the bulge that was marked on Miguel's suit, you knew you'd have way more trouble with him. You started a steady pace, whinning softly while fucking yourself with the toy.

Miguel suit vanished, his length freed and hard aginst his chest. You couldn't stop staring, drooling thinking about having him fucking your throat raw. You fucked yourself harder on the toy, trying to fit more of your toy in.

"You like what you see?" He raised his eyebrow, amused.

"I w.want you t.to-" You moaned, knowing you were almost there again.

"What do you want, princesa?" Hi said, stroking himself at the sight: you struggling to fit the dildo in, drooling over the image of his cock. God you were gorgeous and he was holding himself to not fuck you dumb right there. He wanted to make you beg.

Trsl: Princess.

"To... Fuck my throat" You whispered, cheeks red.

"What was that? Hm?" He got closer, grapping your hip and forcing yourself lower on the toy with every movement of your hips.

"T.too much" You cried. "I- No puedo, Miguel, too much!"

Trsl: I can't.

"Yes, you can" He guided your hips, noticing how your legs were too shaky to keep yourself moving. "Just a bit more..." He released his cock to start circling his thum around your clit. Your brows furrowed, trying to focus on your movement but the pleasure was too much. You were moaning Miguel's name over and over, like a mantra.

"C.can I?" You asked, sending a rush of heat straight to Miguel's crotch. You had asked for permission, so submissive his sweet princesa, that he couldn't deny you.

Trsl: Princess.

"Go ahead, cum form papi." He ordered, and with that you were done. Your back arched, head falling back and moaning nonsenses while Miguel helped you ride your high.

Trsl: Daddy.

Notes: Sooo there you go! My first fic. I want to give a big THANKYOU to @tarjapearce for the help and I'm definitely doing a part two of this ^-^. If you want to be tagged please lmk!

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman

[prolix-yuy]

I SPINNED THE WHEEL AND GOT HONEY BEAR AND I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS BUT IM EXCITED (I'm not gonna google it to keep the surprise factor lamdovdf) the position name made me instantly think of Dieter so I'll go with him <33

this is just so much fun thank you for the sleepover bby!! ILY

Sil, I would be honored to Honey Bear you! And Dieter is exactly the man I want to get down with, especially in this position!

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Position: Honey Bear

Word Count: 1084

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (m receiving), ass play, sexy wrestling, Dieter and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

Notes: I wanted to do another funny-sweet one, and Dieter is just perfect for it. Plus if I was having a bad a day, I would also appreciate being pampered like this ;)

He’s been a little ball of frustration all day today, and enough is enough.

You try not to be too hard on him. His agent interrupted Saturday morning TV with news that he wasn’t getting the part he’d be practicing for. “They wanted someone younger, to appeal to the newer audiences.” He sulked through the next two episodes.

Then his sister called, and he retreated into the bedroom. His voice still carried through the closed door, switching back and forth angrily from Spanish to English. He stomped back to the couch and doomscrolled for two hours, his brows pulled together in a dark scowl. 

His final straw came when you heard him groaning, “You have GOT to be kidding me!” Venturing into the kitchen, cautious of the sourness of his day, you find him tapping his phone with increasing annoyance.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, moving to lean beside him. His whole frame is tight, frustration directed at the world around him wafting off in heady waves. 

“If I’m too fucking old and too fucking lazy to get anything I want, then fuck it, I’m going to order a pizza and not give a shit about the diet. But the fucking delivery app keeps crashing and I just would like one goddamn thing to work today!” He shoves his phone across the counter, your hand stopping it from skittering off the edge to add to his annoyance. 

“How about you go take a shower and we lay down for a little while?” you ask, lightly stroking Dieter’s back. He takes in a deep breath and whooshes it out, scrubbing at his face. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just been a shitty day,” he says, letting you tug him towards the master suite. 

“Everything gets better once you’re in bed,” you say, leading him to the shower. He groans quietly.

“Baby, I’m not really in the right headspace for that.” You cup his cheeks and rest his forehead against yours, tapping the tips of your noses together. 

“That’s not what I mean. We’ll cuddle up and put on a movie and when we get hungry I’ll make something. But right now, you’re gonna try and relax.” Switching on the shower, you usher him in and close the door behind him. He looks through the glass at you in the perfect imitation of a Sarah McLachlan dog shelter commercial, and you draw a little heart in the steam.

Giving him a few minutes to decompress, you turn down the fluffy bedspread and change out of your day clothes. Shuffling around in your drawers, you find the perfect outfit to don before Dieter steps out damp and loose. The towel wrapped around his waist lets you admire his soft broad body, dimples and divots you love mapping with your mouth. He’s slicked his hair back but a few errant curls poke out. 

“That was needed, thank you,” he says, pulling out some neon green boxer briefs and tugging them on. They make his butt look absolutely adorable, and his bulge sizeable. You really should get him more of those. As he approaches, a smile begins working its way across his face.

“What are you wearing?” he asks, kneeling on the edge of the bed as you pose dramatically in the pillows.

“Why Mr Bravo, don’t you recognize the white elephant gift of last Christmas Eve?” Draped over your body is a white T-shirt with a badly rendered line drawing of sexy lingerie where it would fall on your silhouette. You’d won it at a party, and the terrible quality matched with the hilarious design made you keep it in the back of your drawer. 

“I thought we ruined that,” he says, crawling up the bed to hover over you. The weight of the day is smoothing from his face, fingers curling around the hem of the shirt. “You’ve got much better underwear than this.” 

“Dieter, don’t you dare take off the Seduction Shirt!” you crow, squirming below him as he redoubles his efforts to get the hideous shirt off. You nip at his biceps, digging your fingers into his sides to tickle yourself free. He tries to keep up, chasing after your crawling form and yanking you back into his embrace. 

He gets it halfway up your stomach when you manage to roll you both, pinning him on his back with his knees folded over your shoulders. He’s full on laughing now, cheeks a ruddy red and coughing with exertion. You let him catch his breath until he looks down up at you, a warm smile across his face. Pushing his thighs up to his chest, he takes in a small gasp, pupils blow out and hands clenching. Gaze drifting down, you find him hard and twitching in his boxers, your tits pressing softly. Cautiously, you stroke your palm up his length. He throws his head back, stomach tensing.

“Do you want…”

“Please.”

You’re stripping his boxers off in record time, sliding down so you can take him into your mouth in one quick slide. He chokes, hips bucking as your practiced touch massages behind his balls. Keening and hissing, you set a fast pace to topple him into pleasure quickly, adding two fingers pressing firmly at his hole. He’s babbling as your lips slide up and down his shaft, sucking hard and swallowing around the thick intrusion. 

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m…” he begs, and pride swells when he cums down your throat not two minutes after you began. You love knowing exactly what makes Dieter explode, and how quickly you can achieve it. Easing him down, you climb up to snuggle into his open arms. 

“Don’t know why I said I wasn’t in the headspace, I’m always in the right mind for you,” Dieter says softly, lips dragging over your temple. You smirk into his chest.

“It’s the Seduction Shirt, works every time.”

Quicker than you expect he rolls you, pinning your hips and ripping the shirt over your head to discard in a corner of the room. 

“There, no advantage now,” he snarks, rubbing his scruffy face into your neck. Fighting against the ticklish touch, you koala bear around him and pull him down to entwine.

“So if anything happens now, it’s all thanks to my own sex appeal?” you ask with faux curiosity. Dieter pops his head out to bathe you in warmth you’ll never get enough of.

“Damn right.”

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

#dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x female reader #dieter bravo fic #the bubble fanfiction #the bubble fic #prolix fics

[autmism]

an unfamiliar face

pairing(s) ; jake lockley x fem!reader, marc spector x fem!reader (implied), steven grant x fem!reader (implied)

warning(s) ; blood mention, bruises, jake being anxious, nothing graphic or stressful!

synopsis ; y/n meets jake for the first time, despite not being aware of his existence prior. (previously established relationship w/ marc x reader and steven x reader)

-> masterlist

a/n ; spanish translations may not be 100% accurate

part two !!

it was early in the morning, far too early for any sane person to be awake at such a time on a wednesday morning. but luckily for y/n, it was still dark out, which meant she still had time to go back to sleep before she had to get up for work. however, the relief of waking up early enough to catch more sleep was short lived after discovering her boyfriend, or rather boyfriends, missing from bed.

“marc?” y/n called out, squinting her eyes as they adjusted to the dark lighting, after no response she just assumed that steven was fronting, “steven? you there?”

still no response.

y/n sighed and got out of bed, making her way to the living room. marc occasionally slept on the couch after having nightmares, so it wasn’t really a foreign experience to wake up in bed alone, as much as she insisted to marc that she didn’t care if he wakes her up. but when y/n walked into the living room to find no one there, that’s when she started to worry. she rushed back into the bedroom to find her phone and as soon as it was in her hands, she was blowing up marc’s phone with texts and calls. hell, she even emailed steven.

y/n moved back to the living room, deciding to wait and see if marc, or steven would come back home with a perfectly reasonable explanation. her knee bounced anxiously as she fiddled with the light switch of a lamp, trying to turn it on the best she could with shaky, clammy hands. surely there was a good reason for them to not be home, right? as time passed, y/n was becoming more and more irrational, scared shitless that her boyfriends were in trouble, or just upped and left her. the minutes and then hours going by only made y/n realise there really wasn’t any explanation that would make sense to her, or calm her down. she was upset and anxious, but also annoyed and frustrated, still unsure what to say to her boyfriends when they got home.

the flat had been silent for hours, so the very faint sound of keys jingling made y/n stare at the door. she stood up from the couch, folding her arms across her chest, preparing herself for whatever excuse there was. the front door opened, by the body’s posture y/n had assumed it wasn’t steven.

“marc, do you have any idea how worried i was?” y/n finally spoke. the man had only just noticed y/n after she spoke and stared at her with wide, panic struck eyes, “marc..?”

“go to bed.” he shrugged his coat off quickly, hanging it up and then turning on his heel, attempting to escape the situation.

“you aren’t marc, or steven..” y/n furrowed her eyebrows, taking in the appearance of the man in front of her. the way he held himself and the way he dressed was ever so different, but y/n could spot the small changes.

“you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, i’m marc, i just went out for a walk,” jake rolled his eyes, making his way to the kitchen to grab a drink, but y/n followed him.

“for a walk? you look like you just got hit by a bus!” y/n scoffed referring to the bruises on jake’s face and his bloody knuckles.

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” jake rolled his eyes again as he opened a beer. truthfully, the beer was just to cool his nerves, jake was absolutely terrified. until now, he had been doing a good job at staying hidden, but y/n clocking him as not steven, or marc so quickly came as such a shock to him.

“can you at least let me clean your hands up?” y/n sighed, knowing that arguing with whoever was fronting was futile.

“no.” jake scrunched up his face, the expression on his face morphing from embarrassment to borderline disgust as he repeated in his mind ‘don’t let her get close’ like a mantra.

“you’ll get an infection? it won’t take long?” y/n stared into his eyes. she always found it strange that the body’s eyes were a constant give away as to who was fronting. steven had the sweetest doe eyes, never not filled with passion and curiosity. marc frowned most of the time, trying to act unbothered, but his eyes always revealing how tired and insecure he was deep down. but she had never seen genuine fear like she saw in the eyes staring back at her. whoever was fronting was terrified.

“if i let you play nurse, you speak nothing of any of this to them,” he pointed a stern finger at y/n, his jaw clenched tightly.

“go sit on the couch, i’ll be there in a minute,” y/n sighed. jake didn’t waste a minute longer being in the same room as her and grabbed his beer, retreating to the couch.

jake was well aware of y/n, he had watched her through both steven and marc’s eyes many times though he wouldn’t admit it, but never had he expected to find himself face to face with her. this wasn’t supposed to happen. he couldn’t help but feel sick with anxiety, the beer doing very little to help. none of them were supposed to know about him for their own good, but seeing how gentle y/n was, even with a man like him, made his knees weak.

“so… what’s your name?” y/n pulled jake out of his thoughts as she took a seat on the coffee table in front of him. she had brought some alcohol wipes, a damp towel and bandages with her.

“you don’t need to know that.” jake muttered.

“well, i’d like to,” y/n smiled nervously, ripping one of the alcohol wipe packets. jake was absolutely dumbfounded by y/n and how nice she was, but it was strange to him. she wanted his name, but not once had she asked why he was covered in bruises.

“jake lockley.” he sighed, admitting defeat.

“well, it’s nice to meet you, i’m-“

“i know who you are, y/n.”

“oh?” y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, “why were you scared of me then?”

“scared of you?” he scoffed, trying to ignore how helpless it made him that she could read him so well.

“i won’t pry… if that’s what you want, but i need to clean your hands up now, can i touch you?” y/n questioned. jake gulped down the lump in his throat and nodded. this woman is going to kill me.

“it might sting a bit,” y/n muttered, gently holding his hand, he flinched when she first touched him, but she didn’t mention it, instead she started to carefully clean up the blood on his knuckles and any dirt that may be in the wound. she said nothing whilst cleaning his hands, taking the hint that jake didn’t want to talk. after ten minutes or so, both his hands had been wrapped up with bandages and he made a mental note to remove them before he slept, knowing he’ll heal overnight. jake’s lifestyle had never allowed him to indulge in pleasantries, but after tonight he was sure there was a higher power working in his favour and it was definitely not khonshu.

“thank you,” he avoided y/n’s eyes, looking anywhere but at her.

“you’re welcome,” y/n smiled nervously, “go get some rest, i can sleep out here.”

“no, you go to bed, i’ll sleep out here, tomorrow you act like marc had a nightmare and you forget i exist.”

“i won’t rat you out, lockley, your secret is safe with me as long as you tell me you’re disappearing at two in the morning beforehand,” y/n chuckled, “oh, um probably delete my texts and missed calls… and my emails to steven… i got a little worried..”

jake smiled, slightly amused, “will do.”

“until we meet again, jake lockley.” y/n smiled at him and then proceeded to make her way back to the bedroom. jake fell onto the couch, deflating as soon as y/n was no longer in his line of sight.

“ay dios mío esa mujer está loca…”

★ . . .

ay dios mío esa mujer está loca ; oh my god that woman is crazy

#jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #steven grant #marc spector x reader #marc spector #moonknight x reader #moonknight

[colorfulyetsinful]

Happy new years everyone!!! I hope everyone had a good nesw years and if not...welp :/

Anways, I got more headcannons! :D

As I mentioned in m last hc post, these are hc I've written on my phone to send to my friend. I thought I write so much hc might as well post them. Also, Jason is Latino bc I’m Latino and I say so.

Ok, headcannon time!

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Batfam Accents

Dick:

Has a Romani / European accent

It’s a bit watered-down bc of him traveling in the circus

He knew english, but it was very broken

Or it sounded broken with how heavy his accent was

He learned how to switch accent and talk proper American english after becoming Robin as a way to further mask his identity

When he’s Robin and upset, he talks in his born dialect,

but in an American accent...

Yes, it is very funny

The teen titans thought he was going craz when he code switch

“Wait, you’re not (American) White?”

“Now where the fu-”

He uses his accent when in civilian form to keep the image

Jason:

Is an immigrant from Dominican Republic,

but immigrated when he was a baby

He only knew Spanish for the first few years of his life, until his mother died

His accent is also watered-down, but it's still strong to your genric American

It works when being questioned by the police,

just pretend you don't know english

As he got older and learned more english his accent basically went away (Still there, technology, just not as stronger)

Since he's from Gotham's streets, he has a heavy Jersey/Gotham accent (If you ever heard a jersey-ian (?) talk then you know what I'm talking about)

When he met Batman, he tried to play the "No Hablo inglés"

and Bruce pulls the uno reverse card and starts throwing spanish right back at him

"Abort mission"

When he teams up with Roy, Roy find him hot when he speaks spanish

He also teaches Lian spanish bc "I'm basically raising her too, Roy. That's my child as much as she is your's, and I'm teaching her spanish, danmmit"

Tim:

The only one withot an accent,

like he has a Gotham accent, but its posh Gotham (people with these accents are rich and think their shit dont stink)

Knows Korean and Yiddish fluently

Bc Tim is haft asian (I hc him as Korean and Jewish) and rich, ofc his parents had him learn a bunch of languages

Languages such as; Japanese, Italian, Portuguese, Spanish, and Mandarin

One time the YJ (who didn't know his identity) ran into his civilian personal at a banquet and he had to speak Korean

Yj was on a mission, however, to watch over him (much to his displeasure) and he had to pretend to only speak Korean the whole night

When frustrated and/or in pain, he switches to one of the many languages he know

"What is your ethnicity? You're fluent in too many languages"

"Human. No more questions"

Damian:

Is actually an immigrant

(At least, I believe so...corrent me if im wrong)

His accent is the heaviest out of all of them bc he grew up in the middle east for a good chunk of his life

He hides it with posh European english (how he was taught english)

Knows a lot of languages bc Talia said knowing all of them is important

He doesn't know Cantonese, Portugese, or Hawaiian

Still getting use to speaking more in english and not Arabic

Still wasn't able to properly mask his accent yet as some words are weird to pronounce.

Cassandra:

Is taking speach therapy so she also doesn't really have an accent

She just speaks broken english bc she's getting used to talking

Talks very softly

Uses ASL mostly as it is an easier wa to communicate

Slowly gaining a Canadian accent bc her speech instructor is from Canada

Duke:

Like jason, also has a Gotham/Jersey accent

Grew up in regular gotham streets, unlike Tim, so it's more slang words

The "Blaccent"

Is very heavy, like he cant turn it off

which is fine bc he's a gotham base vigilante

Teaches Damian Jersey slang

Bonce!!!!

Bruce also has a posh Jersey accent that Tim as bc all rich and high society do

and Alfred is obviously british

#bruce wayne #batfam headcanons #batfamily #batfam #duke thomas #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #alfred pennyworth #gotham #batman

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Soap decides to finally make a move cause he almost died on his mission and he’d rather go out with Ghost knowing he loves him rather than not knowing at all.

Ghost freaks tf out and tries to completely shut him out but when Johnny sees through his bullshit he just punches him and plays at hating him instead.

In all of the scenarios Johnny had thought up he never actually thought Ghost would hate him for it. He thought that maybe the man had loved him back or at the very least would let him down easy. He didn’t seem to have a problem with Alejandro and Rodolfo so he thought the man wouldn’t really mind. Guess it’s different when those feelings are turned on you though.

Soap toughs it out though, accepts the punch and the biting silence with a nod and grim face, “Apologies for making you uncomfortable sir. Won’t happen again.”

After that Johnny won’t even fuckin look at him, let alone talk to him like he once did. Ghost expected it at first (he’d punched the man after all) but he had sort of hoped that after a while it’d all go back to normal. Soap would move on and go back to his usual self and Ghost could bury the feelings he shouldn’t even have.

Any available chance Soap gets he’ll switch out with someone else, request to be sent on missions with someone else or just keep everything completely professional and ignore all of Ghost’s attempts at being friendly.

He won’t even call him Ghost anymore. Just ‘sir’ and ‘Lieutenant’. It’s grating and it frustrates Ghost more than it has any right to honestly.

It’s not until they get sent on mission and the Los Vaqueros get called in for help - since it’s in their territory again - that he realises just how much he’s fucked up. Soap doesn’t say a word to him on the ride over (having failed to get out of it in one way or another) and the frigid silence from the Scotsman is starting to eat away at Ghost.

But the second they land and the doors open to reveal Rudy and Alejandro a smile that Ghost hasn’t seen in months lights up the shorters face. He’s already making his way over and pulling each of them into a tight hug, exchanging words and jokes like he hadn’t been icing Ghost out for months.

Apparently Soap had learnt some sufficient amounts of Spanish since their last time here since he’s firing off phrases and having full conversations with the two soldiers. Ghost can see the way Johnny lights up with the interaction and he’s loathe to go over and ruin it all but duty calls.

When he comes over Soap’s smile dims, not fully but enough for Alejandro and Rudy to notice, both of them glancing between them with a curious look but ultimately not saying anything. They welcome Ghost same as last time, professional friendliness with a touch more jokes and banter. Banter that Soap doesn’t join in on.

Rodolfo can’t seem to let this one go, taking Soap to the side and exchanging a quiet conversation with the shorter. Alejandro gives him a look of suspicion and Ghost suddenly feels like a child, though he stares back with all the indifference he can muster.

“Hijo de puta!” That causes them to look over to the other two, Ghost noting the way Rudy glares at him before falling into rapid Spanish once more. Soap looks mildly embarrassed trying to placate the man and shaking his head rapidly.

Ghost wonders what they’re talking about to warrant such reactions. Alejandro gives a low whistle beside him, patting him on the shoulder in mock comfort, “Well hermano, you may want to sleep with one eye open tonight.”

#fic prompt #call of duty #fuck off haters #i’m looking at you die hard cod players #ghost x soap #ghost #johnny ‘soap’ mctavish #prompt #simon ‘ghost’ riley #ghost x soap eventually #ghost is an idiot #hurt soap #emotionally constipated ghost #supportive rodolfo #wingman Alejandro #Rudy would kill for those he cares about #hurt/comfort eventually

[itsfairly]

Coming from a bilingual, I just know Miguel forgets words. But I don't mean to say that he will switch from one language to the other, no, he will desperately try to remember the word in the language he's talking in. He might give silly descriptions or stay silent as others try to guess the word, but it's so funny to me.

Once they were in a meeting, Miguel gave a background on the anomaly they were trying to catch. Everything was going smoothly and suddenly, he lost his flow. Even if they were distracted or mentally somewhere else, the sudden silence made them look at him. Miguel, their stern and always info-dumping leader, quietly looked at the floor puzzled. Everyone looks at the same spot and then back at him, confused. Turns out he couldn't remember the word in either English or Spanish.

Given that this is a formal meeting, he didn't want others to help him figure out the word. But soon enough they caught on and tried to guess the word he was looking for, the meeting turning into a guessing game as each spider-person gave a word and Miguel would just say something like "No, the thing that helps you see in the dark," or "Ugh, the, lentes. Night vision lentes!" when he finally gets the word but in Spanish.

He meant night vision goggles. It took ten more minutes for someone to catch on. Lyla would have helped, but Miguel didn't say please.

That was a very frustrating and embarrassing meeting for Miguel. But it was the funniest meeting for the rest.

#ngl i forgot how to call goggles in Spanish while writing this #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #atsv

[highspeedclownery]

I asked AI to write an F1 comedy skit and umm:

Title: The Pit Stop Panic

Characters:

Lewis Hamilton, the reigning Formula One world champion

Max Verstappen, Hamilton's main rival and a Dutch driver

Daniel Ricciardo, a popular Australian driver with a sunny personality

Fernando Alonso, a veteran Spanish driver who has returned to Formula One after a hiatus

Sergio Perez, a Mexican driver known for his strategic skills

Kimi Raikkonen, a Finnish driver famous for his deadpan humor

Esteban Ocon, a French driver who's eager to prove himself

Lando Norris, a young British driver with a playful attitude

Setting:

The pit lane of a fictional racetrack, during a practice session.

Plot:

The drivers are getting ready for the next race, and they're all eager to do their best. However, things take a hilarious turn when they realize that their pit crew has mixed up their tires. Chaos ensues as the drivers try to figure out who has whose tires, leading to a series of comedic misunderstandings and mishaps.

:readmore:

Script:

(All the drivers are standing around their respective cars, waiting for their pit crew to bring them the right set of tires.)

Lewis: (checking his watch) What's taking them so long?

Max: (rolling his eyes) Relax, Lewis. It's not like we're in a hurry.

Daniel: (smiling) Speak for yourself, mate. I've got places to be, people to see.

Fernando: (nodding) Same here. I can't waste my time on a pointless practice session.

Sergio: (puzzled) But isn't that what we're paid for? To practice and improve our skills?

Kimi: (deadpan) Speak for yourself, Checo. I'm just here for the free food and drinks.

Esteban: (eagerly) Come on, guys, let's focus. We need to get our tires sorted out.

Lando: (grinning) Yeah, let's not make a pit stop panic out of this.

(Just then, the pit crew arrives with the tires. However, they've mixed up the labels, so the drivers don't know which set of tires belongs to whom.)

Lewis: (frowning) Hold on, these aren't my tires.

Max: (pointing) Those are mine, I think.

Daniel: (scratching his head) I'm not sure which ones are mine.

Fernando: (exasperated) This is ridiculous. How can you mess up such a simple task?

Sergio: (trying to be helpful) Maybe we can check the serial numbers on the tires?

Kimi: (yawning) Or we could just pick a set at random and hope for the best.

Esteban: (frustrated) No, we can't do that. We need to be sure which tires we're using, or we'll be at a disadvantage.

Lando: (smiling) Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we switch tires with each other and see what happens?

(Everyone looks at Lando, unsure if he's serious or joking.)

Lewis: (skeptical) That's a terrible idea, Lando.

Max: (nodding) Yeah, we're not going to risk our performance just for a laugh.

Daniel: (laughing) Speak for yourself, Max. I'm always up for a good laugh.

Fernando: (sighing) This is getting us nowhere. Let's just take a break and come back later.

Sergio: (nodding) Agreed. Maybe the pit crew will have sorted out

#f1 #f1blr #lewis hamilton #max verstappen #fernando alonso #sergio perez #estaban ocon #kimi raikkonen #lando norris #daniel ricciardo

[codgod]

OKAY. slightly more comprehensive and hopefully more useful tips for writing qmariana because the other post i made was kinda a mess. this one also is but hopefully less so. this is basically me expounding upon everything i already said + adding info from a lot of the tags i got on the original post pointing out stuff i didn’t mention

also going to mention again that a lot of this IS related to slimeriana because that’s the main flavour of qsmp fics i read BUT they should all work as general pointers. slimeriana are just gonna end up as my go-to examples for what i’m talking about. and second disclaimer that i barely speak even basic spanish so there are probs gonna be even more things i may have missed or messed up, i’m forging through with the power of youtube auto translate

all that said, here:

he’s not great at speaking english —

it is okay to write a character not being good at speaking a language! i don’t know why everyone seems to be fine with writing charlie speaking broken spanish but not the other way around. so many times i’ve seen him written as speaking perfect english and then just sometimes swearing or having a few lines of dialogue in spanish, if even that. that is simply just not how he talks

common things i personally have noticed mariana does: repeats words, says words that sound similar to the one he wants but not Quite [think words that rhyme or have a similar sound to them, like nipples and pimples lol], he’ll often get frustrated and switch back to spanish and just rely on the translator, especially for longer or more complex sentences/statements, there’ll sometimes be pauses between words or he talks slowly. he tries his best to speak english around the english speaking server members but again, will also just speak spanish and use the translator if he’s gonna be talking a lot

other small things: he swears quite a bit, and has a few favourites [namely mamahuevo (eng equivalent is cocksucker) is the one that comes to mind. and i don’t feel like i’m writing this out correctly but also chinga tu madre (fuck you/fuck your mother? i think?). in english the first one that comes to mind is motherfucker]. also calls kids mami/papi a lot, not even just juanaflippa

he’s almost always written as either too nice OR too mean —

he’s not a one-dimensional piece of paper just there to either dote on slime or make his life hell. he jokes and teases and he has a bit of a harsh sense of humour sometimes, but he’s very rarely malicious in his actions. if he’s really in the wrong about something he’ll get defensive, but will eventually end up apologising

that said, again, he’s not always nice! he gives as good as he gets when slime picks fights with him, he and bobby had a very playfully antagonistic relationship as far as i could tell. it’s like picking playful fights is part of his love language

he was always very sweet to juanaflippa though :D except a few teasing jokes here and there. he was a good dad, besides the murder JHVSJD

speaking of his sense of humour —

it can be very… blunt? for lack of a better word? he says some bizarre shit with a completely straight face. best example i can think of is him suggesting he and charlie could play a porn game together because they wouldn’t have to talk. obviously that’s cc not character, but it carries over. or, alternatively, the circumcision bit on day 1. basically if u watch charlie more, look at his sense of humour and translate it into spanish — there’s a reason they get along so well :D zero normal people in this relationship. the most you’ll get is them occasionally passing the “straight man” role back and forth, getting bewildered at each other but ultimately going along with whatever the bit is

he’s not a cheater! —

i know. i know ppl like the angst. but he never actually cheated on slime, not beyond being kinda flirty with other men but then pulling back and saying he was married whenever they returned that energy. he’s a bitch, but a loyal one /silly

but seriously, qmariana loves his family so much. he always wanted things to work out between him and slime. the only mc skin of his that actually shows his hands has him wearing his wedding ring, for christs sake. he’s not an absentee father, and he’s not a cheater, he just likes to joke flirt with his friends

he’s very open about his emotions! —

i have never once known this man to hide his feelings or be stoic in any situation. if he’s sad he cries, if he’s angry or frustrated he yells and swears, if he’s happy he laughs. if you are writing mariana as a person to keep his feelings hidden you are Doing It Wrong. the most he might do is hide one emotion behind another, but he’s almost always showing something

he LOVES music —

this man will sing at any given opportunity. he quotes song lyrics out of nowhere constantly. english, spanish, doesn’t matter, he loves music. it is literally always worth it to have him singing a lullaby to juanaflippa in a fic because it is both very in character and very cute

#.txt #qsmp #qsmp mariana #there we gooooo #this is better #still open for people to add or correct things in the tags #i just wanted a better post for my own peace of mind

[yes-i-have-thoughts]

Good Morning have some sibling fluff

Mark and Sarah headcanons! (Specific to FAITH but also headcanons for general canon)

- They both stim! Mark hums and taps on things, Sarah has vocal stims and paces. (This drives their mother crazy. They didn’t get their neurodivergancy from her)

- Sarah does genuinely adore her brother. She thought he was god’s gift to the world when she was younger and her opinion of him didn’t change much as she grew up (though it did become more modest)

- In turn, Mark would bend over backwards for her. She has just as hard a time making friends as he does, so he’s more or less her closest one.

- When she was first born she was all Mark could talk about. My new little sister this, my baby sister that. The adults found it endearing and Cesar picked up the habit of asking about her just to get him talking

- They both have resting bitch face (or what Cesar calls the “Fuck Off” face), but they’ve got big hearts and are usually in good humour.

- Just don’t tell Sarah to smile “for once”. Young or old, you’re likely to get told off.

- Mark’s asexual homoromantic, Sarah’s pandemi (demisexual panromantic)

- They’re pretty protective over one another. Mark steps in if he sees Sarah getting bullied and Sarah grew up seeing their mother giving him grief (often unfairly) so she raises Hell if someone else tries to

- Even in the present day, she doesn’t take anyone speaking ill of him well. (Not that they usually do, mind you; because talking shit about a missing/dead teenager isn’t exactly encouraged to begin with)

- Up until she was seven, Sarah was Mark’s little shadow. Wherever he was, she had to be too. It helps that Mark used to carry her around everywhere until she could walk on her own

- They often did homework together. Mark sometimes half-jokingly asked if they could switch work for the night-usually when Sarah got frustrated due to something she didn’t understand

- They still got on each other’s nerves. There is a huge age gap between them, after all. Which means that Mark, curse him, often won any fights they got into and liked to rub it in during the next fight

- They learn things from each other. Sarah’s a passive-aggressive spitfire and Mark’s a little more laid-back, so she learned that it’s okay to not take everything personally and he learned that fighting back shouldn’t be so scary

- She’s closer to him than she is their mother. The latter sometimes calls her “daddy’s girl” despite the fact that their father up and left when she was still a baby.

- Cesar likes to call her chica just to annoy her. This backfired when she picked it up as her nickname, but the first few times were still funny because she’d squeal and say “NO NO THAT’S NOT MY NAME >:T”

- Mark told her what it meant, which is why she picked it up. Pretty much any Spanish nickname Cesar picked for her, she wound up using. This reverse psychology of annoying him with his own nicknames made him drop the habit (to Mark’s amusement)

- Cesar used to say that they had a friendly rivalry. Since Sarah felt she had to compete with him for Mark’s attention whenever he came over, he’s not entirely wrong. (They called it off after Cesar helped her bandage her knee when she fell off a bike in front of his house.)

- Having to give up hanging out with your friends just to babysit sucks. But when your sister is somehow on the same level as you and is pretty damn adorable to boot, it’s not so bad.

#FAITH AU #TMC #the mandela catalogue #Sarah Heathcliff #Mark Heathcliff #I wrote this instead of editing the final chapter of 'Blood and Roses' #Priorities!

[anime-fan93]

Hello! I’m here for an Encanto matchup please! Thank you so much for doing this by the way!

First things first, I’m an adult so I can’t be shipped with any minors, so no Camilo or Mirabel please. I’m also bisexual, so I don’t mind whether you ship me with a man or a woman. And by the way, I also have autism and stim by pacing if that means anything.

Physically I’m a really short adult, I’m only like 5’ tall (152 cm) because I have multiple disabilities, one of which stunted my growth. I have chronic pain basically everywhere but especially in my joints like my hands, hips, back and knees. Just today I’m wearing arthritis gloves, knee braces, compression socks and a scoliosis brace so I kinda look ready to be hospitalized lol. I also faint a lot because of blood pressure issues, and I have asthma and weak bones too. Medically I’m kind of a mess. Anyways, I also have really long wavy (and fluffy) brown hair, glasses and pale skin with lots of moles and freckles. I’m surprisingly muscular but still really slim. My style also switches between masculine and feminine a lot, and I even tend to combine the two. Today I’m wearing a long ankle-length skirt and also a biker’s cut denim jacket on top with a black t-shirt.

I have a bunch of little nervous habits like knocking on wood to prevent jinxes (like Bruno!), biting my lip when I’m nervous, pacing and flapping my hands, making little noises and humming to myself (kinda like Dolores). I’m also learning Greek and Spanish as second languages! I talk with my hands a lot, and I tell crazy stories from my life. I can imagine Mirabel complaining about Isabela and then I’m just like “My siblings used to put me in a trash can and roll me down the stairs” lol. I would also definitely gift Dolores some headphones because I can get pretty loud without really noticing.

I work as a librarian currently, but I’m also learning screenwriting in hopes of actually working at Pixar someday! I write a ton, I have a journal that I’ve kept going for years now, and I’ve picked up a lot of different crafts like sewing and leatherworking.

I’m very polite and extremely friendly, including being really bubbly and excitable. I feel like, maybe aside from the denim jacket, I might be the kind of person even Abuela would like lmao. I shake people’s hands when greeting them and am generally very polite and a little nervous. But it’s easy for me to make people laugh because I have a witty and sarcastic sense of humor, especially combined with my weird life stories. I’m really soft and surprisingly good at giving advice, I’ve often been called “wise beyond my years”. Unfortunately I can be really stubborn and am not quick to forgive, but that’s something I’m trying to work on. I also have a habit of always trying to stay busy and I don’t really know what self care is sometimes, oops.

But yeah, I think that's about it! Sorry if this was too long, I got excited haha. I look forward to seeing who you'll ship me with! Take care of yourself and drink lots of water, bye!

Thank you for requesting!

I match you with...

Pepa!

Even before you two started to date, you would always keep the sun shining and bright when you were around her! Your loudness and energy while talking would match her's, and she would always help massage the areas that were hurting you.

She would talk to you and do fun activities with you while you're nervous to distract you, and would be your No. 1 supporter. She would always stand slightly behind you and would be quick to catch and care for you if you fainted.

She would definitely understand you not being quick to forgive, but would know just how to handle your stubborn moments. She would also help you learn Spanish by having conversations with you in the language to help you become more fluent, and would try to learn Greek with you, the skies becoming more cloudy as she gets frustrated.

She would love your style, and would always adore when you talk with your hand, and would even pick up some of your gestures from being around you and thinking of you so much. Overall, she would absolutely love you!

I hope you enjoyed!

#encanto #encanto matchups #encanto pepa #pepa madrigal

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

Wackus I know this isn’t really ML-related but I’m gonna get my first experience teaching kids this week and I’m soooooooooooooo nervous. I used to be really good with kids but it’s been ages since I interacted with one properly and I’ve never taught in a formal setting or anything 😭😭😭 I’m so scared I might accidentally say something too strict and make someone cry or won’t be able to hold back a laugh if someone makes a silly mistake and then hurt their feelings and I’m terrified I’m gonna traumatise them for life okay the PANIC is REAL. Do you have any advice for a first time (mid-qualification) teacher?

i do! i have a LOT!!

for context, i have taught elementary school, ages 5 - 12, grades K - 6 for 5 years. (yes i have taught every grade within that range, long story). however, this advice applies universally:

no matter if you're student teaching, staring a new teaching job, or just working in an after school program, the most important thing to remember is, they're JUST kids. they might have attitude, behavior problems, whatever. bottom line is, a kid just wants to be cared for and kept safe and educated, and that's what they will respect you for!

let's make a list, teachers love lists

set your expectations/ consequences for meeting or not meeting them. this is what we do first thing every school year, every monday, every time we start something new. AND HOLD TO THOSE EXPECTATIONS. practicing routines and procedures will make things run way more smoothly.

rely on your coworkers. those ppl are there bc they love kids and love their job, and are in the same boat as you. comiserate with them. plan with them. ask them for their wisdom. the better relationship you have with the other staff, the more resources you get for support!

strict routines. try not to switch up rules/ schedules too much. you'll find anything sets the kids off. a frikin full moon will set them off. a windy day, a rainy day, a spider. literally anything. keep schedules regular, keep transitions quick, and rules universal. keep them trained well to ensure your days go smoothly.

attention getters. they're all gonna wanna talk to each other and not pay attention to you. i teach in spanish so i say, "hola, hola" and they reply "coca cola." my english colleagues say "class class" and the kids reply "yes, yes." if i want my class to verify their understanding i say "capishe" and they reply "kaposh." if i say "waterfall" they say "shhh." these will save your life dude and there are billions. pick your favorite and roll with it!

rewards/incentives. there are also billions of these. i use class dojo, stickers, tickets, anything i can whip out and give them to the kids for instant reinforcement. think puppy training. they need IMMEDIATE praise or IMMEDIATE castigation. for more severe cases you can say "i am going to think of a consequence for you and tell you at the end of the day." they stay real quiet from then on.

affective statements. "i feel happy because you are showing me respect by keeping your eyes on me." "i feel frustrated because you are choosing not to follow the rules." kids need to know you're a person with feelings too. they're always so shook to find out you are human too, and they respect you more for it.

tattletale box. make them write out their grievances against each other and put it in your mailbox. they get writing practice and they leave you alone OR they just forget about it entirely. it's a win/win.

"I’m so scared I might accidentally say something too strict and make someone cry" <- you will do this, and they will get over it. i make my kids cry every day. those kids i am the strictest with, who i make cry the most often, are the ones giving me hugs at the end of the day and telling me they love me/coming back to see me the next year. do not fear! as long as you are coming from a place of love, they will love you too.

"won’t be able to hold back a laugh if someone makes a silly mistake and then hurt their feelings" <- you will do this too, and they will get over it. i make fun of my kids regularly for their silly mistakes, but all in good fun. it actually models for the kids how to joke with each other in a positive light, and what to NOT get butthurt over. like i said, as long as you are coming from a place of love, they will love you too.

"I’m terrified I’m gonna traumatise them for life" <- you are NOT going to traumatize them! the resilience of a child is one of the most amazing things i've ever seen. i can tell just from this that you're a person who cares about kids and wants the best for them. a person who teaches with that mindset is a person who is fated to positively influence them.

i've made looooots of mistakes. i've gotten angry emails from parents, the principal, bad reviews and low test scores. i've also had kids come back and tell me how much they learned in my class, had parents tell me how much their child loves me and misses me as their teacher, and had kids say they wanna grow up and be just like me.

you are gonna be okay. they are gonna love you because you love them. you're gonna be soooo tired and stressed out. you're gonna laugh your ass off. but one of your students is going to tell you thank you for everything you taught them, and then you'll cry and hug them and realize you're in the right place. pink promise 💕

here's a picture of me as a cat princess to motivate you

#teaching #teacher #education #teaching advice #first time educator #first year teacher #have no fear #it's going to be ok i promise #just bond with them #form relationships #don't be their friend #be their teacher #and above all give them the love they need #you're going to make a difference <3333 #from the bottom of my heart i hope this helps!

[xceruleanrosesx]

Birth Name: Laurent Éliott Le Blanc

Aliases: Lauren, Mr. Le Blanc, Spy, Spook, Ghost, Rose, White

Age: 41

Gender: Male

Height: 5’7

Weight: 155lbs

Hair Color: White (Dyed brown)

Eye Color: Hazel/Amber

Skin Tone: Tan

Nationality: French

Languages: French, English, Spanish, Russian (Limited), German, ASL, and Japanese

Birthplace: Montpellier, France

Birthdate: October 11, 19XX

Sexuality: Bisexual (Male-Leaning)

Dom or Sub: Switch (Sub-Leaning)

Mother: Delphine Fontaine (Deceased)

Father: Pierre Le Blanc (Deceased)

Blood Type: O+

Personality: If flirting was a person, this man would be it. He loves to tease and play with others, plucking the strings of their hearts just enough to keep him on the mind. It’s a great past-time, and one easily exploitable. Laurent is an opportunist at heart, taking openings whenever he sees them. In his eyes, no one is without purpose. Everyone has something they wish to hide. However, most of that is just a character. In private, he is quite the sophisticated and elegant being. He holds himself to high standards, so much so that he often feels like he’s choking on his own self-loathing. In the company of others, he pushes forth confidence and elegance. The world is his stage, and he must perform, or risk falling short. 

As his notes state, The Spy is quite the competitive man. If someone gets him, he’s going to want to get them back with a burning passion. They will NOT have the last laugh over him. Unfortunately, his facade of calm and collectivism can easily be shattered by the press of a few very specific buttons. Finding him out before he finds his target out is one of those buttons. Laurent prides himself on being above it all, but can easily be struck down from the sky if someone gets a few steps ahead of him. 

Being invited to be a lover, he is incredibly flirty, touchy, and compassionate. Nothing matters more to him than the happiness and well-being of the one closest to him. After all, they were intelligent enough to navigate through his walls. Why wouldn’t he absolutely adore them? Friendships are similar. Even though the man is indeed a Spy, he is quite the good listener and secret-keeper. That is, unless you stab him in the back. Thankfully, breaking up with him is not one of these cases. 

Once someone has created an enemy out of him, they’re going to wish they had watched themselves a bit more carefully. He will go out of his way to make sure you cannot win. The more frustrated his enemy is, the more satisfied and pleased Laurent is. Fear situations are the exact opposite. If harm to his being is presented, he’s more likely to bend to the will of whoever wields his fear. As long as his worst fears don’t come to light, he will listen. When sad/upset, he is most likely to retreat to a place of solace. Nobody deserves to see him cry, no one. 

Backstory: Laurent started out life as a rich socialite, the male and only heir of the Le Blanc family. They were quite well known for producing the finest of tobacco products, only stamping their seal of approval on the batches that were considered adequate. His parents were quite the aristocrats, having chosen to have a son quite late in their marriage. Pierre wanted to ensure his legacy and his empire before even remotely deciding to try and hand the reins over to someone else. From as young as 5, Laurent was trained to be the pinnacle of society. He was taught how to dress, speak, act, be eloquent and fluent, absolute perfection. It left little time for his true passion; artistry. 

His teachers and mentors had always presented a knowledge of fine arts and fine society to be an incredibly important factor in his upbringing, but not something he should take part in for himself. It frustrated him greatly, finding a longing to feel a brush and canvas beneath his fingers. However, one of his mentors seemed to take notice of this, watching him doodle pictures of wine glasses and simple things on the sides of his journals. They were incredibly good. It was a blooming talent that this mentor felt he needed to nurture, gifting the boy with a set of paints, a brush, and a small canvas when he was 10. 

It didn’t take him long before he was painting landscapes and night skies. In the paintings, he felt he could be himself, his truest form coming to being. The skies and the grasslands were freedom to him, freedom of expression and to be himself. It quickly became one of his biggest hobbies, designing lands that could only be observed in dreams or fairy tales. However, he didn’t feel completely satisfied. Another thing that bugged him were the suits he wore. They weren’t his style AT ALL. Not that his tailor ever asked what he preferred. Everything was mandated and regulated by his family. 

Fed up with this, he began to shift his focus from painting to designing. Maybe if he could make his own suit, he’d feel happier in his own skin. His first couple of designs were… needless to say… abysmal. Of course, nobody is born a designer overnight. It took weeks before he found a style that fit, that made his heart race with excitement, that made his eyes light up with mirth. As soon as he could, he used some of his spare time to purchase the finest fabrics from the store he normally got tailored at, because he couldn’t be seen in anything less. 

He spent an entire night, tirelessly wrestling with a sewing machine and a sewing tape measurer. After four dozen pricks to his fingers and a couple broken threads, he made his first suit. Now, it wasn’t the most glamorous of things, but it just felt like HIM. Of course, he wouldn’t wear such a ratty and ghastly thing, but he’d continue to work on his craft. At around age 15, he was getting quite good at making suits. Most of the suits he wore now, he crafted himself. Instead of family controlled elegance, it was the elegance of a free spirit. It was liberating, in a sense. 

One fateful day, he was stopped in the street by a stranger, begging to know where he had gotten his suit. Laurent proudly proclaimed that he was the tailor of his own suit, puffing his chest out with pride. He was then dragged to the store where the man had gotten his suit made, demanding the owner take him on as an apprentice. Little did he know, this was the famous shop owned by the famous French tailor: Pierre Cardin. Laurent didn’t get an apprenticeship that day, of course. However, he was told to return for a test, to see if his visions were up to the standards and high demands of society. 

The boy did proceed to return, tools in hand, ready for the opportunity of a lifetime. He worked all day and well into the evening, working on the most ornate and fashion-forward suit he could muster. By the end of it, he had put his blood, sweat, and tears into this test, showcasing what he had. It impressed the head tailor so much that he was immediately brought onto an apprenticeship. Finally, he didn’t have to be locked into the stuffy lifestyle of a tobacco baron. He could be what HE wanted to be. Everything went smoothly for a while, sewing and designing to bring about a reputation of ingenuity and craftsmanship to his new line of work. It was a dream come true, until it all came crashing down. 

There was a competition being held in the city for all designers to present something inspired, something new, something Paris had never seen before! It was everything Laurent had wanted to showcase in his work. Quickly, he began to draft up designs, taking inspiration from darn near everything around him. Life was color and beauty, popping out before him. It took half of the week, but he had a stack of designs he was ready to put into action, heading home and heading right to sleep. 

During that night, a rival shop’s apprentice, whom Laurent was on pretty good terms with from the last season’s showcase, broke in and stole every design concept in the building. Upon learning this information, he began to swiftly investigate every shop for the culprit, desperate to find his designs before they were lost to him. By the time he was able to figure it out, part of them had already been started. His life… his entire future… it had all been ruined. Those designs had been his only inspirations and now? They weren’t even his. Filled with rage, he began to wreck the place, killing both the owner and the apprentice in the process. 

Once out of his rage-induced state, he panicked and fled the scene, trying to figure out what he was going to do now. He didn’t return home, instead, opting to put himself into the only line of work that could protect him and provide him with the finances he needed to keep himself afloat; spying. Surprisingly, he was quite good at it. Most of the skills he had been taught at home could be utilized for his work, charming the pants off of every random Joe he needed something from. However, the deeper he got, the more he lost his sense of self. The more he lost his sense of self, the more he was willing to do. 

During his devolvement into crime, his parents had passed away from old age, leaving him as the sole heir of his parents’ company. Guess he couldn’t escape being a tobacco baron after all. The news struck him like being hit by a plane. It hurt deeply, and he felt such deep regrets for not being there with them, and not being able to attend the funeral either. His life truly had been stolen from him, but there was no turning back now. 

It didn’t take long before he was contract killing as a spy, taking out high-value targets and getting high-dollar information back. He got so well known amongst the hiring community that his name began being tossed around at MannCo. To them, the man could name his price, so long as they had someone with a modicum of skill to take on their tasks. Of course, he would be heavily monitored, but he was the exact man they needed. 

And how could he say no to such an auspicious offer.

Likes: Candles, gardening, tea, coffee, making fancy drinks (he’s great at it), PDA, painting, classical music, playing the piano, forests, traveling, flowers, cats, birds, dressing up nice, when others flirt back, sunsets, dancing, gathering intel, quiet nights in his room

Dislikes: Messes and clutter, storms, closed spaces, spiders/bugs, certain attires, pranks, elevators, flashing/blinding lights, sudden loud noises, unclear instructions, criticism, being ignored, feeling out of control, loud music, losing, dogs

[hoidn]

tl;dr spanish has formal pronouns and english doesn’t and this is what FOMO looks like for me, a nerd.

one of the downsides to engaging with media in languages you don’t know is that you're locked out of a lot of the experience because things like cultural/social references and contexts don’t necessarily register or have meaning when they’re not in your frame of reference (and while this happens at times to everyone generally, because even within one’s own culture it’s impossible to be aware of ALL the things, it’s much more pronounced when coming entirely from outside of it). 

of course for me it’s primarily about language itself and shades of meaning and aughghg it’s so frustrating to know that there are linguistic nuances failing to have an impact either because the translation is (of necessity) filtered through the interpretation of the translator and they can only convey so much, or because their presence is simply not readily apparent to me. but i want to knooooooow. LCDP is the first non-english language show i’ve ever been fannish about and it’s certainly been an education in how much i actually remember from four years of high school spanish classes lo these many years later. it’s more than i thought, but it’s mostly just isolated words and short phrases, and it’s largely recognition rather than immediate understanding. it’s like i’m on a two-second delay, so that by the time my brain has (a) picked out the word/phrase from amongst all the unfamiliar sounds, and (b) found its meaning, i’m two sentences behind what the characters are saying. mostly it’s been more distracting than useful.

however!

my bits and pieces of spanish sort-of-understanding have allowed me to solve the mystery of something that had been sitting in the back of my mind with a question mark since i first watched THAT SCENE in 1x12. (well, once i got over the initial “omg they’re making out!!!” reaction, anyway.) according to the english subtitles, raquel says “about you” then stops and repeats “about you” again. i couldn’t figure out the significance of the repetition or how her next line “i think it’s time we stop being so formal” followed on from that. it was only on a rewatch, when i already knew the meaning of the dialogue and didn’t have to focus on the subtitles, that i actually listened to what she says. and i realised they’re still using the formal pronoun ‘usted’ with each other. so the first time she’s saying “de usted”, but the subsequent times she’s saying “de ti”. hence less formal! and since modern standard english doesn’t have formal pronouns, in a literal translation both ‘usted’ and ‘ti’ are the same word: you. achievement unlocked! VICTORY!

for confirmation i switched my subtitles to ‘european spanish’ and, first of all, how cool is it that they get different colours for different speakers?! that makes it so much easier to read! stupid english subtitles all being in white. then, because i am A Nerd, i transcribed the spanish to compare to the english translation, and i put the important bits into google translate to see what it came up with (bolded in brackets).

english:

R: I want you to know I'll never pull my gun out again. Yeah? S: Okay. R: Or frisk you or have any doubts about you. S: Good. R: About you.... About you. I think it's time we stop being so formal, isn't it? S: I couldn't agree more. R: Yeah. S: I agree. R: Me too.

spanish:

R: Quiero que sepa que no voy a volver a sacar la pistola nunca más. Sí. S: Ya. (ed: i definitely hear him say “bien” but w/e) R: Ni a cachearle ni a duda más de usted.  S: (ed: i hear him say “bien, bien” but there’s no dialogue at all in the captions here) R: De... De ti. De ti, de ti, de ti. Ya va siendo hora de dejar da tratarnos de usted, ¿no crees? [“It's about time we stopped talking about you, don't you think?” <- yeah, see, the literal english translation of that sentence means something quite different to what the spanish sentence means, which is sort of how we ended up here] S: Yo creo que es momento de tutearnos, sí.  [I think it's time to call each other, yes. <- i feel like we’re missing a word, there, google] R: Sí, sí. S: Yo creo que sí. [I think so] R: Sí.

from my perspective, even with this rough translation, there’s a lot of nuance left out of the english subtitles, and that’s really disappointing. it’s... i don’t want to say it’s cuter or more adorable in spanish because that sounds like i’m being condescending about the language itself, when it’s actually that the english translation leaves out elements of the original that convey a level of meaning. the kind of babbling repetition they’re doing in spanish, which is what makes it adorable, isn’t even hinted at in the english translation. basically, the adorableness of the moment is baked into the language of the original; it’s supposed to exist as part of the emotional landscape. but if you rely solely on the translation, you don’t really get that, or the way it kind of builds momentum. (maybe it comes across better in the dubbed version? idk i can’t stand dubbing.) 

anyway, while i don’t understand the translator’s choices here wrt to that, obviously they did the best they could with the usted vs ti issue. (this is one reason written media is better for translation: you can have footnotes!) still, i have to wonder whether someone who’s not familiar with spanish would really get the underlining meaning of the “stop being so formal” line.

and i genuinely mean no disrespect whatsoever to the translators of this show or translators in general everywhere because i am incredibly grateful to them for making the world so much richer and there are so many wonderful media i’d never be able to watch or read without their work. but this single exercise in explication has just emphasised for me how very much i’m missing out on and it makes me sad that short of thoroughly learning every language on earth there’s no way for me to fix the problem to my own satisfaction.

i really hate that.

(also i have so many more questions about the whole translation process for visual media now. for starters, i have the suspicion these people were translating without a net (i.e. a script) and had to go on what they heard. if that’s the case, it’s a ridiculous way to go about things and infuriates me as someone who used to do court audio transcription. because i can attest that transcription of multiple speakers is hard enough even when you can isolate individual mics and you only have to work with one language. the idea of having to translate from a single sound file on top of that? fucking hell. i hope they got paid very well. (lol of course they didn’t.))

#words are my life #TIL how to type the spanish upside down question mark on my keyboard #(refers to the day i typed it not the day of posting because lbr they're never the same day) #me and my charms #la casa de papel #minor victories are the only kind i get just let me have this

[scudevils]

IM BACK GIRL— CARLOS SAINZ SEEMS LIKE THE TYPA GUY TO MOCK YOU WHILE HE OVERSTIMMS U- carlos seems like such a menace when he fucks 😭😫😫

twisted — CS55

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, smut, oral (f receiving), dumbification, praise, translated spanish, overstimulation, thigh riding, mention of a safe word, dacryphilia, short scene over the phone, not proofread!!

synopsis: this is straight porn with a sprinkling of plot [2.5k]

a/n: I TOTALLY SEE HIM AS A MENACE YOU’RE SO RIGHT

Carlos sainz was a mean man.

Contrary to popular belief he was a cruel lover, he would tease you, rile you up and have you just on the edge of breaking point before he would stop, leave you there wherever it was and go back to whatever he was doing before he decided to torture you.

And it wasn't only a one time thing, in fact you were almost sure he enjoyed seeing the tears falling from your eyes from the overwhelming feeling, the way he talked down on you, before he'd disguise his words with praise.

You weren't usually such a needy person, at least thats what you liked to believe, but there was something about the way Carlos' bare chest looked under the dim hotel light that drove you insane, how the muscles in his back seemed more prominent when he moved.

He'd been away for three weeks by that point, and each day that went by you'd gotten even more frustrated, just a few days to go until he was finally home. Although before he'd left you made a pact (one that you were almost sure he'd broke), no touching yourself whilst the other was away.

Carlos hadn't been blind to the way you'd been staring at him through the phone, watching him get ready for the long day ahead whilst you were already in bed, half way across the world from each other. "What's wrong, cariño?"

You swore you could've moaned from the way the name fell from his lips, his voice still heavy with sleep, his accent seeming thicker to your ears. "Carlos, i miss you," From the outside your words appeared innocent, but Carlos knew better than that. "Need you so badly, don't think i can hold it till you come back."

Out of view from Carlos, you moved from of your hands down your stomach, lifting up the oversized shirt of his you were. Just before he'd left, Carlos had made sure to leave you missing him, edging you, wiping away the tears that still hadn't convinced him to give in.

"I thought we said no touching?" You couldn't describe his tone as angry, stern maybe, but almost as if he was mocking you, mocking how needy you were for him. Ar the sound of him speaking though you'd rested your hand on your stomach, acting as though he could see your body through the screen. "I'll be home in-"

“Four days." You finished for him, fighting the urge to roll your eyes as you’d been counting down the days since the second week he'd left.

"You can hold on for four days, yes?" Carlos smiled as you nodded your head, albeit it reluctantly, weighing out the pro's and con's in your head before you agreed.

Those four days had felt like an eternity and a half.

Were you being dramatic? Sure

Were you also going to jump on Carlos the second he got home? Absolutely

The sound of a key turning in the door caught your attention, switching off the random episode of show you had no interest in learning the name of, and practically knocking over the Spaniard when he'd gotten in.

You peppered kisses across his face, meeting his lips in a long awaited kiss. Carlos held you up against him, letting your hands find their face to his hair, deepening the kiss as you tugged on the dark strands.

You didn't remember when or how you'd gotten to the bedroom, not that you cared either way, the pressure of Carlos' heavier body on yours further fuelling your sinful thoughts.

Bucking your hips to meet his you whined, Carlos groaning at the feeling of you grinding against his leg, desperate for him. His hands on your body stopped your movement, squeezing the top of your thighs as he worked his way down.

Your breathing is ragged, chest rising and falling with the way his hands felt against you. He hummed against your thigh, dragging a calloused finger through your slit, his thumb nudging your clit causing you to move against his hand. He gathered your slick onto two of his fingers, stretching you out as he curled them inside of you.

"Tell me what you want me to do," He was as calm as ever when he spoke, acting as if he wasn't still fucking you with his fingers.

"Want you to make me cum, Carlos, please." Your back arched off the soft sheets when he slipped a third finger inside of you, moans falling from your lips.

You felt the muscles in your belly tightening, your high approaching after only a few minutes of Carlos' fingers, your overdue orgasm hitting harder than you could've imagined. Crying out when his thumb pressed against your clit, your hands finding their place tugging on his hair.

His fingers never stop, fingering you just as roughly and making sure to intensify the feeling as much as possible, watching the way your hips grind down on his sam. "So pretty, baby, always are for me."

"Carlos-" You were cut off by your own moan, your argument falling silent in the back of your throat, no attempt made to stop his movements against you, and he gives you no time to recover before his fingers are replaced by his tongue.

There was no stopping the noises escaping your lips when he starts to suck on your clit, grazing over it with his teeth. His mouth is relentless against you. You're trying so hard to close your legs at the feeling, his hands keeping them apart and you knew you were no competition for his strength.

"You can take it."

Was all he said, not wasting another second before his mouth was back on you, his finger soon joining too. You laced your hands in the strands of his hair, pushing his face closer towards you, chasing your high again.

Your head fell back, mouth open in an "O" shape, squeezing your eyes shut from the feeling. Every nerve in your body felt alive, hairs you didn't even know you had standing on edge, it had your head spinning, feeling lightheaded enough that you reached out to grab onto his free arm.

On fire was all you could describe the way your body felt, Carlos' touch against your skin feeling electric, like he was shocking you each time he came in contact, the warmth of his lips travelling up your stomach once again.

You swore you could drown in the smell of him, one that came so natural it only made you fall for him even harder every time he was this close to you.

"I've had so long to think about what i want to do to you." You shivered as he whispered in your ear, the effect he had on you showing more than you wished it did. "Had three weeks where all i wanted to do is fuck you. Ever since Austria." His lips trailed down your throat, dancing over your collarbone and across your neck and shoulders.

You tilted your neck to the side, allowing him more access although your words contradicted your actions. "I can't, Carlos."

"Yes you can." His kisses reversed his previous trail, one of his hands coming up to take off the top you were wearing.

The goosebumps continued to rise on your skin, half due to Carlos and the other half due to the rush of cool air. "Carlos, " You whimpered his name as he bit into the skin of your neck, soothing it over with his tongue and adding another next to it.

He pulled away, looking at the marks he left proudly as they blossomed into purples bruises already. "You're not fucked out already are you?" Before you could reply his mouth was already back on your skin, marking you up even more.

When his lips met yours, you kissed him back. Your past arguments being pushed to the back of your mind. Carlos's hand carefully pulled down the bed with him.

His arms looked bigger than usual in the position he was sitting in, his eyes looking down to his lap, silently telling you where to go. Of course you obliged, already missing the intimacy of his kisses.

Your legs were situated on both sides of his thighs, your barely uncovered core being pressed against his growing hard on. One of his hands moved from behind his head, falling to your hips and moving them gradually against him.

The growing sensitivity between your legs caused a few small moans to escape your mouth, the friction slowly building. He moved his arm to join the other on your hip, being able to rock them more forcefully now. "Is this what three weeks does to you? Three weeks without my cock and your such a slut for me you'll ride my thigh, hm?"

His newly moved hand grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look down at him. Carlos' eyes pierced into yours. "Answer me, amor."

The pace of your moving hips quickened, the look he was giving you somehow adding to the growing pleasure. "Fuck, Carlos, yes." His head tilted to the side, the hand on your jaw staying firm with one of his fingers tapping against the skin. "Gonna ride your thigh."

As the words left your mouth you could feel the rising heat in your cheeks, embarrassed at how desperate you sounded, at how desperate you were. "So beautiful, y tan patética." and so pathetic Both his hands sat on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him whilst his lips trailed over your exposed chest.

The ache in your legs and the sloppy movements of your hips gave away how close you were. You could feel your thighs beginning to shake just as you were about to reach your peak. Finally, you felt the coil in your stomach snap when Carlos sank his teeth in the space between your shoulder and neck.

This time your eyes were blurry, tears falling and painting your cheeks as you felt your orgasm washing over you, each one more intense than before. Your salty tears were quickly wiped away by Carlos, and if anything it made his move your hips against him quicker.

Your body collapsed against his, attempting to cover your ragged breath. The aftershock of your orgasm continued when his grip against your waist didn't stop, the sensitivity causing you to whine into his shoulder. Carlos could feel your heart still beating rapidly against his chest, spurring him on even more to get you to another orgasm on just his thigh. "One more."

"No, Carlos-"

"You know the safe word, yes?" He asked you, dropping any act he was performing, a serious tone to his voice and look in his eyes and you nodded.

"Red." You answered back.

"Good girl." His lips found your temple, reassuringly kissing it, rolling your hips against his thigh again. "Just like that." You moaned into his shoulder again, not trusting your arms enough to be able to support you.

His words of praise were a killer, enough to tip you over the edge whenever he wanted you to. Like you were putty in his hands the second he spoke.

Just as before you felt the familiar feeling building in your stomach, much quicker than before. Carlos could read your body like a book, not even needing to ask if you were closer before you were cumming on his thigh again.

Your nails dragged down his back, most likely going to leave red scratch marks for the next couple days. His hands stopped their movements of your hips, allowing you the couple seconds or even minute you needed to come down from your high and catch your breath once again.

Carlos pushed the fallen hair out of your face, a think layer of sweat across your forehead causing it to stick, lifting your lips to meet his in a soft kiss. Nothing from the feverish one you shared previously. "You're so good to me." His praise already igniting that feeling in your stomach again. “Cumming for me like this and i’ve not even fucked you yet.”

You didn’t have the energy left to argue, not that your throat would let you, feeling hoarse, only humming at his words when he flipped your bodies again. And you were thankful you didn’t have to do anymore of the work.

Carlos’ eyes offered you little sympathy, only interested in your reactions when he dragged the tip of his cock through your folds. The sensitivity was overwhelming, pleasure mixed with a little pain, your thighs twitching when he fully settles in you.

Carlos can’t help but feel his breath catch in his chest every time he ruts his hips into yours, not only torturing you tonight but himself. The sound of skin on skin echoing in his head and drives him insane as he pants heavily above you, he knows he won’t last.

You feel him twitching, throbbing when your walls tighten around him, his body begging for release just as yours was for the last time. “Fuck, forgot how good you felt around me,” Carlos grunts out, his words breaking up half way, his fingers digging into your thighs, his climax ticking closer in his body just as it was in yours. “Know you’re close.. gonna give it to me again? Gonna cum for me again?”

Whimpers and whines of ‘yes’ and his name escaped your mouth, enough to have him tipping over the edge, his whole body tensing above yours, shallow groans falling from his lips as he fucks into you faster. By the time you’re right on the edge, he can’t possibly hold it back any longer.

“Shit, y/n-“ He cuts himself off just as you feel him spill inside you, endless heat that makes you moan as Carlos grinds himself against you, forcing his cum as deep as he can, it’s embarrassing how quickly you feel your orgasm arrive just by feeling Carlos inside you.

Your thighs tried closing in on themselves, only being kept open by Carlos’s knee, as he watched how you threw your head back against the bed, chest heaving and your skin glistening with sweat.

You looked completely, utterly, fucked out and Carlos loved it.

#f1 #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 fluff #carlos sainz blurb #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz fluff #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagines #carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz #f1 fic #f1 x reader #scudevils

[getmemymicroscope]

This movie, much like Badla and Dobaaraa, is another Spanish movie remake starring Taapsee Pannu. However, while Badla was pretty good (albeit predictable, and a direct copy) and Dobaaraa had it's moments (also possibly a direct copy, knowing Bollywood, though I haven't seen the Spanish movie yet), this movie (again, also possibly a direct copy, though I haven't seen the Spanish movie) is ...

I don't generally read, or care about, critics reviews about movies because, well, quite honestly, critics are more about 'bashing' things that don't fit their specific sensibilities of what a 'good' movie should have, whereas I just want to be entertainied.

However, there are two reviews I came across that I think really sum up how frustrated I was with this movie (to the point of literally cursing out how stupid our main character is).

First,

This is purely a plot convenience to endanger Gayatri, but it makes little sense given her state of mind to this point. Before the surgery, she was convinced that the unknown person she believes killed her sister was following her and was able to enter her house at night. Staying in a fully staffed hospital is obviously safer, so her insistence on recuperating at home is absurd.

Second,

Gayatri’s decision to shift to her sister’s house after her major eye surgery and not stay in the hospital seemed unconvincing. She had no solid reason to do so. The track of Deepak and Chander also leaves viewers puzzled. Gayatri bumping into furniture and throwing things around because she’s losing her eyesight becomes laughable after a point.

That scene, where she - after thinking (multiple times, no less!) that she's being chased and that someone's in the house and after going through some traumas that have left her alone - decides that the best way to recuperate from a surgery that has left her in a state of "you can't take the bandages off your eyes for days" is to go and stay in that same MASSIVE house, by herself, is fucking ridiculous, stupid as hell, and done entirely for plot purposes. No one in any sense of mind would have made that decision - but she has to make it, because if she stays in the hospital, like she should, nothing after that would happen. And the doctor, who needs to have his license revoked, is just like "yeah, okay." (Not to mention, does he not do any background checks on any of the people hired to work with these patients?) I was half tempted to turn to movie off right then or, maybe worse (maybe not), throw my remote at the screen. ... And, honestly, I probably should have, because everything after that moment was a shitshow. Even before that - she has the episode where she's going blind, right after the boyfriend disappears - and she decides that, though she can't see, she's going to drive home! And as her vision keeps getting worse on that drive, she makes no effort to pull over or get help - she just keeps driving until she crashes. She's lucky no one died because of her stupidity, but honestly - that's her entire character. She's so dumb in almost every decision that you, very early, just get annoyed of her.

And then they keep showing her running into things and throwing things around, which - well, maybe you shouldn't have gone back to that mansion alone, maybe? You're so annoyed of her as soon as she decides to go back to the house that you can't even sympathize with her - because all of these bad decisions she's facing (killer aside, but that's a different thing) are being brought on by her own fucking stupidity (and, in the process, she even makes things easier for the killer by making stupid decision after stupid decision). Much later, when switching the teas, she doesn't even notice that they look different; she's pretending to be blind, he's not - of course he's going to notice that she switched them.

His whole story arc, and the bit with his mother, is ridiculous. The whole bit with the boyfriend, honestly, is also ridiculous - both initially, when they treat each other like annoyances; then when he disappears; and then with the "reveal" of his truth. Like, I'm not denying it was probably better done in the original movie, but that's the issue with some of these Bollywood remakes - like, change things up a bit. You're allowed to make some changes! (Just make good ones; not bad ones that totally clash with the later plot points you've refused to change, like happened in Forensic.) I will keep pointing to Evaru, the Telugu film inspired by The Invisible Guest, as a direct comparison to Badla, the Bollywood film directly copied from The Invisible Guest. It is possible to change the story and yet keep the same general gist. Bollywood just sucks at it (or, well, refuses to try it).

There is some good filming (again, maybe copied from the original?) where, as our protagonist is losing her vision (and eventually totally loses it) and our view in the movie pretty much is limited to just what's in front of her. It's not as well-handled as the Tamil movie Kuttrame Thandanai, where our protagonist has tunnel vision and we are limited to that same sort of tunnel vision to see only what he can see; in fact, here, it's more of an attempt to just obscure anything except her so we can't get a handle on who is around (and, therefore, what the suspense will end up being). But it is still a cool effect for the movie.

It's just unfortunate that, for the sake of plot only, our character has to be such a mindless idiot that you're too busy waiting for the movie to end to truly relish it.

When the entire reason for something happening is "the plot requires this to happen this way," there's a problem. Because our characters should be acting like normal people, with the plot happening around them - not the plot dictating what they have to do next so that the plot can continue.

This is up there amongst the most frustrating Bollywood movies of the year, for sure.

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