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B-4 : Oscars 2023 Predictions - A Film fan's perspective (Part - 2)

The 95th Academy Awards, a.k.a. The Oscars®, will take place on March 13 at 5:30 AM IST. The celebrations of the Oscar season are at their peak. Amid the fun and excitement, here's a look at the movies categories and our predictions of the winners:-

Best Animated Film

Nominees:

Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio – Guillermo del Toro, Mark Gustafson, Gary Ungar, and Alex Bulkley

Marcel the Shell with Shoes On – Dean Fleischer Camp, Elisabeth Holm, Andrew Goldman, Caroline Kaplan, and Paul Mezey

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish – Joel Crawford and Mark Swift

The Sea Beast – Chris Williams and Jed Schlanger

Turning Red – Domee Shi and Lindsey Collins

Prediction: Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio

del Toro's first attempt at stop-motion animation to present the classic tale of the wooden boy in a different style has received several accolades this year. An Oscar is gonna be another such honor.

Best International Feature Film

Nominees:

All Quiet on the Western Front (Germany) – directed by Edward Berger

Argentina, 1985 (Argentina) – directed by Santiago Mitre

Close (Belgium) – directed by Lukas Dhont

EO (Poland) – directed by Jerzy Skolimowski

The Quiet Girl (Ireland) – directed by Colm Bairéad

Prediction(s): All Quiet on The Western Front/Argentina, 1985

While the former is an anti-war film appreciated by critics & audiences, the latter was the Golden Globe winner in the same category this year. Hence, the two are gonna be strong contenders.

Best Documentary Feature

Nominees:

All That Breathes – Shaunak Sen, Aman Mann, and Teddy Leifer

All the Beauty and the Bloodshed – Laura Poitras, Howard Gertler, John Lyons, Nan Goldin, and Yoni Golijov

Fire of Love – Sara Dosa, Shane Boris, and Ina Fichman

A House Made of Splinters – Simon Lereng Wilmont and Monica Hellström

Navalny – Daniel Roher, Odessa Rae, Diane Becker, Melanie Miller, and Shane Boris

Prediction(s): All the Beauty and the Bloodshed/A House Made of Splinters

The former is about the life of photographer and activist Nan Goldin and her efforts to hold Purdue Pharma, owned by the Sackler family, accountable for the opioid epidemic. On the other hand, the latter is about an orphanage with children dealing with the Russia-Ukraine war. Both themes have been a crucial topic of discussion among cinephiles and filmmakers - and the Academy might be a part of it as well.

Best Documentary Short Subject

Nominees:

The Elephant Whisperers – Kartiki Gonsalves and Guneet Monga

Haulout – Evgenia Arbugaeva and Maxim Arbugaev

How Do You Measure a Year? – Jay Rosenblatt

The Martha Mitchell Effect – Anne Alvergue and Beth Levison

Stranger at the Gate – Joshua Seftel and Conall Jones

Prediction(s): The Elephant Whispers/The Martha Mitchell Effect

The Academy can have a split decision between a human-elephant relationship and the whistleblower of the biggest political scandals of the world - Watergate!

Best Live Action Short Film

Nominees:

An Irish Goodbye – Tom Berkely and Ross White

Ivalu – Anders Walter and Rebecca Pruzan

Le Pupille – Alice Rohrwacher and Alfonso Cuarón

Night Ride – Eirik Tveiten and Gaute Lid Larssen

The Red Suitcase – Cyrus Neshvad

Prediction: An Irish Goodbye

The story of two siblings reuniting after their mother's death - filled with humor & drama would be the ultimate contender.

Best Animated Short Film

Nominees:

The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse – Charlie Mackesy and Matthew Freud

The Flying Sailor – Wendy Tilby and Amanda Forbis

Ice Merchants – João Gonzalez and Bruno Caetano

My Year of Dicks – Sara Gunnarsdóttir and Pamela Ribon

An Ostrich Told Me the World Is Fake and I Think I Believe It – Lachlan Pendragon

Prediction: My Year of Dicks

A teenage girl's obsession with finding the right partner for sex amid a comedic journey of disappointment and self-discovery can win the golden man for depicting female sexism.

Best Original Score

Nominees:

All Quiet on the Western Front – Volker Bertelmann

Babylon – Justin Hurwitz

The Banshees of Inisherin – Carter Burwell

Everything Everywhere All at Once – Son Lux

The Fabelmans – John Williams

Prediction: The Banshees of Inishrein/Babylon

While John Williams has become the most nominated living person (53 - winning 5), Hurwitz and Burwell would be giving The Fabelmans' score a tough competition. While the former gives the 1920s Silent Hollywood vibe, the latter's Irish folk composition is full of humor and intense tension as the film progresses.

Best Original Song

Nominees:

"Applause" from Tell It Like a Woman – Music and lyrics by Diane Warren

"Hold My Hand" from Top Gun: Maverick – Music and lyrics by Lady Gaga and BloodPop

"Lift Me Up" from Black Panther: Wakanda Forever – Music by Tems, Rihanna, Ryan Coogler, and Ludwig Göransson; Lyrics by Tems and Ryan Coogler

"Naatu Naatu" from RRR – Music by M. M. Keeravani; Lyrics by Chandrabose

"This Is a Life" from Everything Everywhere All at Once – Music by Ryan Lott, David Byrne, and Mitski; Lyrics by Ryan Lott and David Byrne

Prediction: Naatu Naatu

Undoubtedly, this "feel good" dance number can make the Academy members shake their legs as well. The audience's love and the Golden Globe for Keeravani are enough to ensure an Oscar for another South Indian composer (first since AR Rahman for Jai Ho).

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Seasons in spanish

Sevilla, Málaga, Alicante, and Barcelona are all cities with a Mediterranean climate. This zone extends from Andalusia along the southern and eastern coasts up to the Pyrenees. It has the lowest amount of rainfall in Spain. When you think about the Spanish climate, you probably picture the kind of weather found in the Mediterranean Zone. Fortunately, many homes in this region come with central heating, which is a must. The mountains and foothills see the lowest temperatures, with the most amount of rain and heavy snowfall. This entire zone remains humid throughout the winter. The south also has two rainy seasons but the first one starts slightly earlier (March). The first wet season sees the most rainfall (April–June) compared to the second one in October-November. The north, center, and Ebro Basin have two wet seasons. You’ll find the perfect balance in the southern Meseta, where there’s an average daily temperature of 24–27 degrees Celsius. In the north, the summer temperature typically hovers around the low 20s. Humidity is highest around the basin, Ebro River, and central Meseta. The Ebro Basin is the hottest part of the Meseta plateau, where it can reach a sweltering 43c. Summers here normally consist of picture-perfect cloud-free days. If you’re all about sunbathing during the summer and playing in the snow in winter, cities such as Madrid and Zaragoza might be for you. Hot, dry summers and cold winters characterize the climate in Spain’s Continental Zone. But winter is still generally quite mild, with an average temperature of 9 degrees Celsius in January. There are a lot of clouds and rainfall throughout winter, occasionally turning to snow. October to December are the wettest months. Typically, you’ll see an average temperature of 21 degrees Celsius in this cooler region in July. So it won’t be a surprise to hear this is the region many locals head to when they want to escape the intensity of the summer weather in the rest of Spain. Summer in the Maritime Zone is comfortably warm, but not hot, offering respite to the fierce heat of land to the south. July is the so-called driest month but always be prepared for sudden showers. There’s slightly less rainfall in the east of the Maritime Zone, as it’s further from the Atlantic Ocean. All the wet weather makes for incredibly verdant pastures but hikers frequently find the hills and fields around the coast wrapped in mist and fog. Santiago and Bilbao in particular are notoriously rainy towns, so don’t forget a raincoat and umbrella if you’re moving there. Lying over 1,600 kilometers from the coast of Spain and 108 kilometers off southwest Morocco, they have a subtropical climate.īetween the Atlantic and the Cantabrian or Galician mountain ranges, days are frequently cloudy and downpours are common, even during summertime. Canary Islands: these fall outside of Spain’s three main climatic zones because they’re so far away from the mainland.This zone includes the Balaeric Islands, too. Mediterranean Zone: the area adjacent to the Mediterranean Sea, which runs along the entire southern and eastern borders of Spain, up until the land border with France and Andorra.Madrid is at its center, and the zone extends ouwards across an area of 130,000 kilometers. Continental Zone: covers the huge central plateau known as the Meseta.Maritime Zone: located in the north and covers Basque Country, Cantabria, Asturias and Galicia (from the Atlantic to the Cantabrian and Galician mountains).You’ll notice a bit of variety in daily weather conditions within these three zones (particularly in the Mediterranean and central plains), but each zone is distinguishable by significant differences between climate, terrain, and flora. Each of the three main climatic zones in Spain covers about a third of the country. Spain’s terrain stretches from the northeast Atlantic Ocean to just 13 kilometers off the coast of Morocco so it’s not surprising that the climate varies by region. In this guide, we’ll explain the climate in Spain and what to expect from Spain’s seasons with sections that include: As such, your life in Spain can be very different depending on where you relocate. Some parts of Spain have cloudy, wet summer days while the opposite end of the country is roasting in near-Saharan heat. If you’re moving to Spain, you might underestimate just how much the country’s climate can vary. We give you the lowdown on the climate and seasons in Spain. Much of Spain enjoys year-round sunshine, but it’s not all beach weather.

#Seasons in spanish

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writefightandflightclub · 2 years

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Luna’s December ‘21 Fic Rec List: Oscar fandom, Pedro fandom + Triple Frontier 🧡

Still catching up with my monthly rec lists! November’s is here.

I wrote this on a train sorry for any mistakes.

I didn’t read or write a ton during December but I’m sharing the amazing stories I was able to read and reblog below!

Please do give them a read and show some love to these amazing creators! Not kidding when I say it could really make someone’s day (At least- I know that’s how happy I feel if I get a kind comment or RB 😆🧡)!

Please see individual fics for warnings and ratings. Many of the blogs (including mine) are 18+

Benny Miller

Burning, by @itssmashedavo

Benny Miller x f!reader

This is a follow-up to the phenomenal Wildfire. I love both parts so much I can’t even tell you. Reader fights wildfires and it feels like Benny is one (he’s written so blazing and warm in this two-parter) which is maybe why she feels so perfect a match with him. This series is one of my absolute fave takes on Benny that I’ve read so far, AND reader is so fleshed out I’m fascinated by her too. Can’t recommend (both parts) enough! In this one I especially loved the insights into Benny and Will’s relationship too.

Oscar characters

Holiday Traditions, by @youvebeenlivingfictional

Jonathan (SFaM) x reader

I love all of Dany’s stuff. I’m terrible at keeping up with series, in general (Dany has so many super creative ideas you should check out! 🤯) but I do manage to dive into some one-shots and I’m never disappointed. I really wanna know what happens next as well 😅 I know it’s no longer holiday season but I think you’ll like it anyway.

The House at the Edge of the World, by @acrossthesestars

Santiago Garcia x fem!reader

This examines Santi dealing with the aftermath of parental death and oh boy this is so sad but so beautiful. The descriptions! Of the house! And of the emotions and the memories and the here and now and how all of that is woven so seamlessly together. 🥺 I found this SO atmospheric and haunting and moving and so very very vivid. Gorgeously angsty.

Afternoon Delights by @acedameron

Nathan Bateman x f!reader

It’s just yummy 😊 Sorry for the brevity of the description, but it just has my brain feeling happy and going NOM. CUDDLING and NAPS? With our fave asshole? So wonderfully done 😊

Pedro Characters

Untitled, by @kteague

Javier Peña x reader

Small but perfectly formed. This crossed my dash and I was left feeling incredibly soft and fuzzy in no time at all. Even if you’re not in Javi feels right now, this will take you there. *does grabby hands* It’s just so damn CUTE 🥺

Smooth Like Sea Glass, by @spanishmossmagnolia

Frankie Morales x fem!reader (unamed canon partner)

As someone who grew up on the coast I really relate to a sea-themed metaphor. I loved this as it’s such a tender (and a little sad and also a little fluffy) study of Frankie 🥺 And I enjoyed seeing this take on his canon partner, as it’s not something I often come across!

What did I write that month?

Only a few bits this time! Some Nathan fun and some Will angst too.

Am I the asshole? (Nathan B x fem!reader)

The brightest suns (Will miller x fem!reader)

Nathan Bateman blurb (GN!reader has a migraine)

#Santiago Garcia x reader #Nathan Bateman x reader #Benny miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #will miller x reader #Jonathan SfaM

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Bonds Begin to Form

Part of the Iridescence Fictional Universe

Hunter’s Gambit Series Part Two

Werewolf!Francisco Morales x Selkie f!Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.6K

Series Summary: The local Selkie pod hires Frankie and the boys to track down missing members who ventured outside the sea-side area of the city, reader comes with them to make sure the missing selkie come home. They end up tracking down something more dangerous to all of the shifting people.

Chapter Summary: The hunt for the pups begins

[AO3]

“What can you tell us about the pups that went missing, aside from ages? Do they have their seal skins? I see you left yours.”

Tom’s question made you look back at the four men crammed into the back seats of the SUV, unable to help the confused look on your face. “Left my-? What are you talking about, I’m wearing my coat.” You laughed in mild disbelief at the idea that you’d go without your seal skin anywhere, noticing the way all four of them glanced at the gray and spotted zip-up hoodie you were wearing. “We’ve learned how to adapt our skin appearance to modern day clothes styles, can’t change the natural colors but we don’t have to wear a seal pelt now if we don’t want to. I could technically shape my coat into whatever style I want it to be.” Unlike were-kin who only had the innate magic required to change forms you were closer to a shifter in that you had latent magic outside of just shifting forms.

Frankie made a sound beside you and you risked a glance at him, the wolf was far too handsome in an entirely unfair way, his jaw muscles flexing just slightly as he shifted the SUV and made the turn toward the boardwalk stretch. “That’s pretty convenient, we just have to take the risk of piling on layers or not.” You grinned at the remark and glanced at his fur-lined bomber jacket, the weather wasn’t that chilly but you supposed it was better to have a way to conceal weapons.

Though to be fair you were naturally built for both hot and cold temperatures, and since you had no experience with werewolves you could only theorize that they weren’t that great with the heat.

Tom cleared his throat and you turned your attention back to the other man, not really paying mind to the way the slightest of growls seemed to bubble out of Frankie’s throat, so soft you might’ve missed it, but Tom’s eyes narrowed faintly as he looked at the back of Frankie’s head. Will set a firm grip on Tom’s forearm and you recognized that you were missing something pretty important, unsure of what to do with the wolves getting riled up. Benny whined softly and Santiago reached up from the back seat to grip Tom’s shoulder. “Is, uh, everything okay?” You glanced between Frankie and Tom for a moment only to earn a rapid nod from Benny.

“Just a lot of stress for these two, they’re both parents, the fact that its pups that are missing doesn’t help the situation. I can’t imagine your sisters and brothers-in-law are doing well.”

You bit the inside of your cheek at that insight, not noticing the way Will and Santi both glared at Benny when you returned your attention forward, and even more pressure in your bite at the remark since you knew Gavin didn’t particularly care if the kids showed up. “My sisters are devastated, yeah, especially Marnie since she had a lot of fertility problems and we had to get a rite of fertility done by the Diminutive Fey court so she could even conceive Flora.” You avoided the topic of Gavin entirely; every breeding season he expanded his harem, even if he always treated your sisters as his favorites and you hated it with every fiber of your being.

He even had to gall to snap at you for hiding at Bryn’s apartment whenever you weren’t working during mating season, but you knew the rules just as well as he did. Even just once if he forced himself on you there’d be no escaping his harem until he lost to another bull or allowed you to leave. A light touch to your forearm made you look up, Frankie’s eyes were warm with concern and you realized that you’d parked already, but the werewolf only offered a reassuring smile. “We’ll find them.” There was something in the way his eyes danced, flashing gold in the sun, that was… nice.

It was honestly a shame he had someone already.

“I trust you guys, Frankie.”

“Shall we? The others went ahead to talk with Kaleigh and some of the vendors.”

He slipped out of the truck as you nodded and took his place by your side, standing pretty tall and you finally got a good look at how broad he was, and you looked around the sea of faces for anything that might have an answer to distract you from the man by your side. “We can try the fish market since it’s operated by the other pod that lives in Se’Kvia, they might know something or have seen the pups.” Frankie nodded and let you lead him down the walkway, sniffing the air as you walked, and you did feel a little bad as the market came into sight and his nose wrinkled.

He never mentioned catching any of the scents they were looking for so it stood to reason the trio hadn’t made it this far down the boardwalk.

But he didn’t hesitate to follow you over to where Saraya waved at the entrance of the chilled building, the smell of seafood extraordinarily potent even for your sense of smell, and you found yourself hoping to all hell that there was something you just hadn’t thought of. “Hey Saraya.” The other selkie grinned wide, the Faldes Point Pod were good friends with your own at least despite their much more modern thoughts on the family structure; you secretly hoped that they began influencing your own pod mates.

“Hello love, what’s going on? Who’s your man?” Saraya wiggled her eyebrows playfully and you couldn’t help the slight laugh that escaped you.

“Frankie, this is Saraya. She’s the Matriarch of the Faldes Point Pod that lives off the southern point of the bay. We were hoping you’d seen Colton, Seena, and Flora actually.” Saraya’s brow furrowed, which narrowed her oversized eyes just a touch, and a slight touch to your wrist from Frankie made you follow the direction he was sliding his finger along your skin; spotting two bulls watching you with heavy amounts of suspicion in their eyes.

Saraya shook her head. “No, love, not that I can recall. Why, are the wee ones okay?” The creep of discomfort zinging up your spine was beginning to feel like lighting, your instincts telling you that there was danger nearby somewhere. Frankie’s fingers slid against your palm before he linked his hand with yours, you could tell he was more than prepared to fight or flee depending on the situation.

His voice was rough when he answered, speaking over you this time. “They’re missing, actually, and if you have anything you can tell us we’d appreciate it. My pack and I are the Triple Frontier PI team and we were hired to help find them.” Saraya’s eyes blew wide and she leaned forward, the discomfort fading almost instantly as it came.

“You’re missing pups too? We were- we were afraid to ask your pod since we know you, uh, your Elders enforce the old ways so we didn’t think something like that would be investigated.”

“They weren’t going to but I basically demanded it and Nana Caoimhe backed me up. How many pups from your pod have gone missing?”

“Four. Kaden and his brother Maren, the twins, were the first ones to disappear two days ago. Then it was Yulia yesterday and even after restricting them to the beach Lottie has gone missing, her parents are out looking for her now.”

You didn’t like this at all, seven selkie pups going missing in the span of three days? The signs screamed it was some sort of targeted strike and Frankie crossed his arms beside you.

Not good.

All the others were spread out along the boardwalk, asking business owners about the kids and trying to find them by scent, and this new bit of information only made this seem more like a FBMI problem and not a PI problem. But he still had a shot at some sort of an answer. “You have something that smells like Lottie?” Saraya hummed before nodding and disappearing into the little break room, a stuffed toy being given to him, and lurking under the scent of fish was the faint smell of milk and young child.

Lottie was probably younger than Flora. “Right, we’ll see what we can find.” Saraya’s soft gratitude made him nod and Frankie felt your hand squeeze his from where he still held yours, loosening his grip enough that you could take your hand back, but his chest swelled and puffed out a little when you didn’t and instead gripped just a little tighter. He could see the rigid way you carried yourself and whined softly; he wanted to ease that tension from you, and your reply was a soft snort before you leaned closer to him.

“Tell me about yours?”

Frankie smiled and pulled out his wallet, showing you the picture of Adelia he kept tucked in the clear sleeve. “Adelia, she’s five and she’s a good pup. Savannah, her mother, actually found her mate not long after Adelia was weaned to bottles and went to live with him and his family so it’s just the two of us at home.” Being able to clear up the fact that he was not, in fact, taken was a bit of a relief and he knew you were mainly trying to distract yourself from the fear that there was something far worse happening.

He paused when he caught the trail of a milky scent, your body stopping beside his, and Frankie tugged you along gently enough as he sniffed at the air more. While it would be easier in his wolf skin to properly track it he wasn’t yet ready to change and reveal his hand, because if there was someone abducting selkie pups then he needed to be as inconspicuous as possible and a werewolf in their fur was the least inconspicuous you could get. “Frankie, wait, look.” You tugged gently on his hand and pointed to an SUV with tinted windows parked in the meter spaces, eyes narrowing as his skin crawled, and he could recognize the illegal illusion magic just as easily as you could.

Whoever owned the car had not banked on were-kin involvement though.

Lottie’s scent was leading right to the parking space and Frankie felt the growl bubble up in his throat.

Instead he opened the bond up to the pack, letting them see through his eyes and read into his thoughts, and he felt the confirmation from the others as Will went to get their SUV. Frankie tugged you with him to case the SUV and suspected that the vehicle wasn’t as empty as it appeared, unable to help the way his shoulders were rigid with tension knowing that you were there with him, but you seemed just as tense as he was.

The vehicle roared to life and Frankie felt Will’s reassurance, his brother had the SUV in sight and was working on tailing it, and he would have called it a bust if you didn’t call out his name. “Frankie, do you recognize this?” He hurried over to the parking space and spotted the little rune on the asphalt written out in chalk, the potent scent of magic lingering in the air was enough to show this rune had recently been used, and he snapped a picture of it.

“Spell rune, no idea what it’s for but I think this might be the illusion source. I’m about seventy-nine percent sure that only magicians use runes though, not Mages or Witches.”

“Yea, it’s magicians. Why would a bunch of people from the Atelier be after selkie pups?”

Frankie scrolled through his contacts and glanced at Santiago, knowing that was the question of the hour. “No clue but I know there’s a magician that left the Atelier and went private security for Black Velvet. We’ll meet with them and see if they can give us a cause before we elevate this to the FBMI. We’ll have to get them and the Consortium to issue warrants for search.” You stared at him as Frankie sent the message out to Oberyn, the Incubus that ran Black Velvet wasn’t his favorite person to deal with but the man wasn’t nearly as shady as some lesser demons. He had already decided you weren’t going anywhere near the lust-demon, part of what made Oberyn hard to tolerate was his natural tendency to flirt and that instinctive part of him that recognized you as mate would be too quick to attack if the incubus tried anything with you.

Will’s feeling of victory radiated through the bond, allowing them to see the SUV appearance change as it finally got out of range of the rune, and Frankie offered you a grin of reassurance. “Your idea to ask the other selkie pod for help was genius; we wouldn’t have gotten any of this without it.” He watched your nose wrinkle as a shy sort of expression took over, he knew you were ready to deny it because he could feel it plain as day, so he made sure to push a little more. “Really, there’s a big chance that we’ll save all of the missing pups because of you. I’ll walk you back to your pod and the guys can wait here for Will.” You nodded slowly and he met Tom’s gaze as the other wolf’s aura flared, a warning for making that sort of call, but Frankie didn’t care.

He wasn’t putting you in danger by bringing you along to case out whatever place Will followed the other vehicle to or making you wait around the boardwalk on your own, and Huntress forbid he let you walk back alone. Tom’s aura was almost stifling and Frankie pushed back with just as much power, knowing that if Tom’s mate were on the line he’d do the same thing, and it was Santiago’s sharp growl that broke the little stand-off. “Get walking, Fish, that way you can hurry back once she’s safe. We will let you know what we find.” Frankie nodded and led you up toward the road, feeling the dangerous edge to Tom’s aura still lurking around him, but you were too busy looking at him with visible concern.

“Is- does Tom hate me or something? It seems like I’m a problem-“

“No it’s not- he’s pissed at me. It’s complicated and it’s kind of a heavy topic to talk about so I’d like to table it for now, if that’s okay, but it’s not you at all.”

You studied him as the pair of you walked and finally nodded. “Alright, I’ll ignore the pissing contest then, I swear he’s as bad as any bull I’ve met.” Relief that you were willing to let it go made Frankie feel a little lighter, you’d finally let go of his hand to tuck yours into the pockets of your coat and he took the time to study it. Pale blue-gray with darker spots, he could see that it was sleek fur and not just a flat fabric, and your little chuckle made him look up to see you watching him. “Here, satisfy your curiosity.” You offered your arm and he blinked when he realized you were letting him touch your pelt, he hesitated but did reach up to run his fingertips along the sleeve of your pelt going with the direction of the fur.

He watched you shiver and drew his hand back. “You can… feel it?” He felt a little out of his depth here and you offered a nod.

“It’s like… a phantom touch on my arm even though you only touched the fur. Like you were grazing your fingertips like this.” You took his hand and skated the very tips of your fingers so gently along the back of his hand, it made his own hair stand on end from how light the touch was, and Frankie nodded gently in understanding. “You really think you’ll find the pups?” He nodded without a scrap of hesitation, wanting to be as positive as he could for you, and he felt the relief as plain as day.

The fact that he was beginning to feel your emotions, and clearly, meant you were open to the idea of a bond with him.

“So, uh, do you always hang out in the pier district? Or have you ventured out in the rest of the city?” He felt a little silly but with how big Se’Kvia was it was entirely possible you’d lived your whole life down by the docks, especially given that you were a selkie.

Your little chuff of amused laughter made him smile. “Mostly I stay in the pier district, but I do have a friend Bryn that lives in the shopping district since she owns a boutique on the main stretch, I’ve stayed at her place plenty of times to get away from the pod when I need to.” He nodded and a comfortable silence filled the air, his senses on alert even as the hotel came into view, and Frankie had to bite his cheek when he spotted a rather large man walking over calling your name in a familiar way.

He choked back the growl that built in his chest when the man looped a fatty arm around your shoulder, only mildly appeased by the look of disdain on your face when the man looked away from you. “You must be one of the detectives? I’m Gavin, thank you for looking for my kids.” A moment settled where he digested the comment, the brazen tone and smug smirk, and the wolf felt his eyes dart to you in a single instant.

“Kids? All three are yours?”

He had to be sure. It felt like some sort of nightmare.

“Yes, I’m the alpha bull so I have the right to claim any of the cows in the pod as part of my harem.”

Frankie felt the urge to scream tear through him, the sheer challenge that was being sparked sending his pulse rocketing.

“More like you force yourself on them and the Elders make them obey the old rite of claim. I’m not yours, get off me.”

Your tone was sharp and there was a mixed blend of relief and horror in his chest, relief that you weren’t involved and horror knowing that you weren’t safe here. “You say that now, wait until this breeding season. Eventually you have to settle in with someone.” Frankie’s growl slipped out of him before he could stop it, earning the attention of the bull, and your eyes shimmered with something like pleading.

“That’s her choice, not yours.”

The man stood up to his full height, letting his arm fall away from you, and Frankie felt the sharp sting of threat and danger rising up as he snarled. It was a dangerous combination with you standing too close to a challenging male, your worry for his safety and disdain for the other male making his instincts to scare off the competing party bubble up to the forefront, and he felt the way Santiago and Will tried for calm while Benny’s nerves shot up and Tom’s anger spiked. They were trying to get him to relax but when the bull took a step closer there was no way in the Huntess’ name he’d ever be able to willingly step back.

“Gavin!”

A sharp crack sounded and your relieved whisper of Nana made Frankie look to see the very petite old selkie, the wrinkles of age and experience in her face set around too-large eyes and a larger flatter nose making her look wizened and like someone who had lived a fulfilling life, and in her hand was a large wooden cooking soon that she’d cracked across the bull’s forearm. “You go on and march your blubbery butt inside, now, this man is currently doing our pod a service and you’ll not be threatening him like a disrespectful little upstart.” The bull did as he was ordered with a grumbling hiss and Frankie looked at the older selkie.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Oh, he’s polite, I like this one. Call me Nana.”

The way her eyes shimmered and her lips turned up proved to Frankie that this old lady was a lot more observant and likely more knowledgeable of other were-kin, than the rest of her pod. “Of course, thank you Nana. I need to get back to the others so we can- we’ve got a lead. Are you going to be okay?” Your surprised expression shifted to something touched, fond even as you nodded, and he changed forms to ensure he got back to the others before Will did with the truck.

He knew it was somewhat grotesque, the way his jaw lengthened and his muscles stretched and his bones popped, but you only looked impressed; he had done a full shift, rather than a half shift, so he was all wolf now but even he knew that he was one of the largest males in Se’Kvia. Your hand touched his ruff gently, fingers sliding into his thick coat, and you leaned down to press your forehead to the space between his ears. “Thank you, Frankie. Go on now.” His tail wagged and he took off before he got too much shit from the others.

They had a lead, a trail, and he was going to make sure you knew that he was more than determined to win your heart once he brought your nieces and nephew home.

#chaoticwrites #pedro pascal fanfic #Hunter's Gambit #Iridescence Fictional Universe #frankie morales x female reader #frankie morales x f!reader #werewolf!frankie #selkie f!reader

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ohheyitsokay · 3 years

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opening weekend

part 1 of the ‘hey batter batter’ series

pairing: Francisco Morales (Frankie, Catfish) x reader

wordcount: 1.9k

warnings: none (yet)

summary: it’s a Triple Frontier baseball AU! That no one but me and @beautyagegoodnesssize asked for but I’m telling you... just give it a try. Trust me, you don’t need to know anything about baseball.

In this chapter, the groundwork for the series is laid: Frankie is a catcher, and your grandpa is the biggest fan of his team.

It was a beautiful day for a baseball game.

The sun was warm on the back of you neck and it was the bottom of the fourth. It was loud with chatter and announcements, music and cheers, and there were flashing advertisements and seas of merchandise – a typical opening weekend. If you were being honest, it wasn’t really your thing. Or it was, but it shouldn’t have been.

The man beside you was beaming with absolute joy, barely sitting as he leaned forward eagerly as if hoping desperately that it would bring him onto the field with the players.

It was always like this, every few weeks, every summer for years. His name was James, and years and years ago you’d grown close and he’d shared the single constant in his life: the game, and his team. It became your way to stay close, throughout all the chaos of the world, you always made time to make it to as many home games as you could to sit by his side and hear his stories and soak up the wonder in his eyes as he watched the ball and the bats and the sun on the grass. Season passes were his gift to you every year, and today was more exciting than normal, because it was finally time to pay him back.

He loved this team. Of course, it was constantly changing, but for such an old man, he could remember all their names and numbers and statistics. He collected the cards and loved the boys so much it was almost like they were his grandkids.

“No autographs,” he would tell you. “They’re already giving us their best, who are we to ask for more?” and you would melt a little, inside. He was careful not to idolize them, clicking his tongue when bad headlines would come out, constantly reminding you they were just humans, “Just boys! Leave them alone! They’re figuring it out,” he’d say, angrily. It made you laugh, how much he cared about them, and it warmed you heart.

“You want some nachos, Jimbo?”you asked, standing as the ads played and the mascots ran out into the field for extra entertainment. “They’ve got some picked jalapeños with your name on ‘em.” He squinted up at you and you shifted, blocking the sun from his sweet, wrinkled face. A nod and a smile was all you needed before you caught his hand, reminding him to let you pay. You shuffled towards the steps, trying to avoid the drinks and snacks and knees of the people in your row, whispering excuse me’s and apologies. Once you made it to the outsides of the arena, you ducked behind one of the looking pillars, checking your phone before making your way to the quieter, less commercialized area. A security guard checked your phone and ID, and you were ushered into a large office, show awards and photos and expensive amenities filling it to the brim. A man was leaning against a impossibly giant desk, an air of hurry about him, and he shook your hand.

After hasty introductions, you jogged his memory, reminding him that you had submitted an application and been chosen by the board to have your grandfather honored by the team, and today was the day.

He nodded absentmindedly and began to wave you off, ears listening to other words, you were sure. They assured you a team of security would come and escort him to the meeting area when it was time and you said quick thank-you's before stopping.

“Sir, one last thing,” you stood your ground against the rush, determined to be heard. “He’s not just a crazy fan, he’s a sweet old man. I know this is routine for you guys but…” finally, the man in the suit met your eyes. “Please remember how special this is to him.” And he nodded, a swallow pushing down his throat, making his Adam’s apple bob. You didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable, but this was important to you.

As you walked back, you got the biggest tray of nachos you could find, and tried not to trip over your own shoes.

It was a beautiful day.

Frankie was hot and sweaty and tired and having a great time. It was the first real game of the season and he hadn’t gotten sick of the noise… Just yet. People were cheering, spirits were high, and for now, Santi was pitching right into his glove.

Just outside the dugout, he and the others paused, hearing the announcer powering up for something unique. Normally, they tuned it all out, but for these, it was basically required that they pay attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today with us we have a very special –” he blared, but it faded to the background. Francisco had been told, with everyone this morning, that the board had chosen a submission of a dedicated fan to honor, someone they’d all have to say hello to, but he hadn’t expected… this.

All over the screens around him and front and center of the megatron was a shocked but beaming elderly man. He wasn’t screaming, or decked head to toe in merch, just smiling, with a tshirt design Frankie barely recognized from years and years ago. It had been washed enough times the team’s logo was barely visible, and that alone was awesome. More importantly, he was tugging at the hand of the most beautiful woman Frankie had maybe ever seen.

Of course, he’d seen lots of beautiful people, it was one of the stranger side effects of his job, but you… were something else. Maybe it was the joy on your face as you nodded, eyes fixed on your grandfather, maybe it was the way the sunlight was hitting your hair just right either way, his heart did a little flip in his chest, and on his shoulders the padding felt suddenly light. He was at loathe to put on his helmet, knowing the face cage would obstruct his view of you, but then you were gone, the ads replacing your face, and one of his friends was giving him a shove towards his corner.

It wasn’t until a ball was mere feet from his face that he remembered he was supposed to be catching it.

Catch, catch, walk, sit, swing, hit, run, walk, sit. Repeat.

And then in a daze, he was making his way to the locker room, with a crowd of trudging cleats and sweaty scents, the roar of the crowds behind him.

Claps on shoulders, showers, and banter passed, and they all filed like sheep into a big, open room. The energy was different, though, less strained than it might have been, if it were an obsessive teenager, or an arrogant know it all.

Frankie’s ear pricked when he heard one of his teammates say, “Hope that girl comes along, she was hot,” all jokes and winks and maybe a crude hand motion or two. There was a twist in his gut, which was absolutely ridiculous, but he didn’t have time to ponder it, because suddenly the door was opening again and there you were.

The main event, of course, was the kindly man at your side, and Frankie tried to seem natural and he strained to see around his friends.

The news reporter was chattering, and he was vaguely aware that everyone was watching the manager give his speech – everyone but him and you. He watched, transfixed, as you tenderly tucked your abuelo's hand into your elbow.

Frankie was busy thinking he’d never quite felt so comfortable in this room before, never seen someone who made him wish he was at the front of the crowd, when your eyes were suddenly in his.

You gave him a half-smile and your fingers wiggled in the tiniest of waves.

It was just for him, not everyone else, and Frankie gulped, too pleased and too shocked to react properly.

When it was his turn to talk to the pair of you, Frankie felt more nervous than he had this morning, walking onto the field. He didn’t even know your name – something he begrudged the staff – and yet he was somehow aching to make a good impression, on you both. But then your abuelito stole his hat and ruffled his hair and he was grinning, and it was a beautiful day.

When he walked back to the lockers, he was pretty sure his heart stayed right in that room, somewhere next to a beaming little old man.

The two of you went separate ways but not at all the same as you’d been that morning.

Frankie ducked out of the after party at Tom's bnb. The boys were rambunctious and loud and more importantly they kept talking about you and he just didn’t want to hear any of it.

The memory of the little wave of your hand was burrowing into his chest, into his stomach, feeding him like food after a long, hot summer day.

Santiago’s footsteps were familiar, even off the sand and the grass of the field. His hand was warm on Frankie’s shoulder, pulling him slowly back to reality.

“Everything okay, hermano?” His voice was equal parts genuine and teasing.

Frankie shrugged. What could he say? He didn’t even know your name, and even if he did, so what? It's not like his mind had already created a scenario in which he'd chased after you in the long, curved corridors and you had beamed, happy to see him, and touched his hand with yours.

It’s not like he was kicking himself for letting you walk out the door without trying, anything. Not like he hated hearing the other guys joke about how innocent and sweet you looked. He certainly couldn’t explain how possessive he felt over a girl he’d only sort of met.

So he ignored the thump in his chest and just looked a the stars and shrugged.

As for you, James was seated next to you, trying to start sentences and getting overwhelmed with joy. Your hands slid over the steering wheel, listening to him as much as you could, filling in the ends, mind still on the handsome player who’s eyes had followed you through from over the sea shoulders and hats.

“What’s on your mind, honey?” he asked, pulling you back to reality.

You hummed noncommittally in response. Lying to him was absolutely out of the question so you pondered your options, while he watched you, amused.

“What’s the name of the catcher?” you asked, finally, feeling heat in your face as you remembers his broad shoulders and the twitch in his hands.

His laugh was adorable and mischievous and you felt almost silly. You weren’t a little girl watching t-ball, after all, that was a real, actual man.

A real man with dark, deep eyes, and tan skin and fluffy curls.

You shook your head.

“Never… mind.” He was also undoubtedly also a man with a life and a girlfriend or wife, and no lingering thoughts of you.

James laughed again and dropped the subject.

But you walked him into his home and he grasped your hand with newfound determination. He winked and whispered and you felt a thump in your chest.

“Francisco Morales.”

translations:

abluelo: grandfather

abuelito: literally, little grandfather, it’s affectionate

hermano: brother

taglist: @fangirl-316 @scribbledghost

#francisco morales #francisco morales x reader #francisco morales x you #frankie x you #frankie x reader #catfish x you #triple frontier #baseball au #triple frontier baseball au #maybe i don't know people

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tagged by elke @danielsousa to answer the following questions about music, books, films, & tv, then tag nine people! Thank you elke🥰🥰

answers under the cut! tagging: @mrdirtyhands @wherepoetsdie @wespers @jesperfehay @sophiemina @sophturne @jamesbvck @landryaugust @kettterdams if you want<3

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MUSIC

favorite genres? i mostly listen to pop and alternative I guess

favorite artists? niall horan, taylor swift, alessia cara, tamino, hayley williams, lorde

favorite songs? currently it’s Our Song by anne- marie & niall horan, stoned at the nail salon by lorde and sweet dream by alessia cara

most listened song recently? mortal of the story by ashe ft niall horan ( guys I recently discovered it and I’m obsessed)

song currently stuck in your head? last kiss by taylor swift

favorite lyrics? “for your eyes only/ I’ll show you my heart” if I could fly by one direction

“oh goddamn, my pain fits in the palm of my freezing hand/ oh I can’t, stop you putting roots in my dreamland” ivy by taylor swift

“and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars / and why I spent my whole life tryin to put it into words” you are in love by taylor swift

“ time moves slow, I just talk to myself/ I finish my own sentences the way you used to” first thing to go by hayley williams

“your heart is where mine lies/ darling, just calm me with your voice” every pore by tamino

BOOKS

favorite book genre? fantasy

favorite writers? marie lu, tahereh mafi and marissa meyer

favorite book? ( I’ll just give u two of my favs cause this is an unfair question) from lukov with love by mariana zapata and to kill a kingdom

favorite book series? ( another unfair question) bloodlines series, shatter me series or the lunar chronicles, the lux series, soc duology, twatd duology

comfort book? shatter me series, a very large expense of sea, bloodlines series, the wrath and the dawn duology, off-campus series, addicted series ( and many more)

perfect book to read on a rainy day? heartless by marissa meyer, ignite me by tahereh mafi, archer’s voice by mia sheridan, as dust dances by Samantha young

favorite characters? juliette ferrars, kenji kishimoto, aaron warner, blue sargent, richard gansey, noah crezny, jesper fahey, inej ghafa, kaz brekker, sydney sage, adrain ivashkov, linh cinder, cress darnel, carswell thorne etc

TV AND FILMS

favorite tv/film genre? romance, family and period drama

favorite film? the greatest showman, enchanted, me before you, cinderella 2015, knives out, tangled, the princess and the frog, ocean’s 8

comfort film? cinderella 2015 the princess diaries 1&2

film you watch every year? home alone 1&2, cinderella 2015

favorite tv show? once upon a time, julie and the phantoms, spinning out, h2o, the office, the umbrella academy, the good place

comfort tv show? the office, julie and the phantoms, once upon a time, the good place, brooklyn nine nine

most rewatched tv show? the office, jatp, b99 and ouat are my most rewatched as in I lost count of how many times

ultimate otp? emma and killian from ouat, julie and luke from jatp

five favorite characters? chidi anagonye, julie molina, luke patterson, emma swan, killian jones, amy santiago, pam beesly, diego hargreeves, allison hargreeves

#sorry this took forever #tag game

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The Galapagos Islands - A List of the hawaiian islands in addition to their Features

Here there is also a list of the key Tours a Islas Galapagos plus some general info on the scale and kinds of species found on each.

1.Baltra (South Seymour) Island - Also referred to as South Seymour, Baltra is often a small flat island at the core of the Galpagos. Baltra Airport is among two airports. Private planes fly to Baltra, as it is the one airport with facilities for planes overnight. A little bay accommodates the boats awaiting passengers for your cruises in the Galapagos.

2. Bartolome (Bartholomew) Island - A volcanic islet near the east coast of Santiago Island. Among the "younger" islands. Maui is one of the few that's the place to find the Galapagos penguin, the only real wild penguin species to call home on the equator. The pin turtle also resides on the island.

3. Darwin (Culpepper) Island - Named after Charles Darwin. It has an area of 1.1 square kms. Fur seals, frigates, marine iguanas, swallow-tailed gulls, sea lions, whales, marine turtles, and red-footed and Nazca boobies can be seen here.

4. Espanola (Hood) Island - Named in honor of Spain plus referred to as Hood, after Viscount Samuel Hood. It's 60 square kms and the oldest and a lot southern the hawaiian islands (approx 3.5 million years). Due to the remote location, the island has a many a unique species of lava lizard, mockingbirds and tortoise.

The marine iguanas exhibit a unique red coloration change through the breeding season. It's the only place where the waved albatross nests. The hawaiian islands steep cliffs certainly are a perfect spot for birds to consider off for their ocean feeding grounds. Espanola has two visitor sites. Gardner Bay for swimming and snorkeling, supplies a great beach. Punta Suarez has migrant, resident, and endemic wildlife.

5. Ferandina (Narborough) Island - Named in honor of King Ferdinand 11 of Aragon, who sponsored the voyage of Columbus. An area of 642 square kms The youngest and westernmost island. Countless marine iguanas gather, mainly on black lava rocks. The famous flightless cormorants inhabit this island, similar to Galapagos penguins, pelicans, Galapagos sea lions, and Galapagos fur seals. Here you will see lava flows and mangrove forests.

6. Floreana (Charles or Santa Maria) Island - Named after Juan Jose Flores, the initial President of Ecuador. We have an part of 173 square kms. The primary to get inhabited. Flamingos and green sea turtles nest on the island. The Galapagos petrel, a lot bird, is located here. At Post Office Bay, whalers kept a wood barrel that acted like a tn post office for mail. An underwater volcanic cone and coral formations is found in the "Devil's Crown".

7. Genovesa (Tower) Island - Named for Genoa, Italy where Columbus came to be. A location of 14 square kms. Maui is the regarding a large submerged crater. Nicknamed "bird island" to the many rare birds which can be seen there. There exists a large Palo Santo forest.

8. Isabela (Albemarie) Island - Named in honor of Queen Isabela. With the part of 4,640 square kms it is the largest island of the Galapagos. The area was made with the merging of six large volcanoes right into a single land mass. Galapagos penguins, flightless cormorants, marine iguanas, pelicans and Sally lightfoot crabs abound. The island comes with a interesting lowland vegetation. The next largest inhabited island, along with the only island to get the equator run through it.

9. Marchena (Bindloe) Island - Named after Fray Antonio Marchena, it has an part of 130 square kms. Home of Galapagos hawks, sea lions and the Marchena lava lizard, an endemic animal.

10. NorthSeymour Island - Named for Lord Hugh Seymour, a uk Nobleman. It has an division of 1.9 square kms. Formed by a geological uplift, it's where you can numerous type of birds. North Seymour is an extraordinary spot for breeding birds.

11. Pinzon (Duncan) Island - Named following your Pinzon brothers, captains of the Pinta and Nina sailing ships, we have an division of 18 square kms.

12. Pinta (Abingdon) Island - Named following your Pinta sailing ship, with the part of 60 square km. Sea lions, Galapagos hawks, giant tortoises, marine iguanas, and dolphins can be seen here.

13. Rabida (Jervis) Island - Named to the convent where Columbus left his son during his voyage on the Americas. It has an area of 4.9 square kms. Iron in the lava makes a distinctive beautiful red colors. White-cheeked pintail ducks reside in a saltwater lagoon. Nine type of finches have already been reported for this island.

14. San Cristobal (Chatham) Island - Named for that patron saint of seafarers, St. Christopher. Chatham was given for William Pitt, 1st Earl of Chatham. An area of 558 square kms. Maui hosts frigate birds, sea lions, giant tortoises, blue- and red-footed boobies, tropicbirds, marine iguanas, dolphins, and swallow tailed gulls. The islands gets the largest freshwater lake inside the archipelago, Laguna El Junco. The island has got the second airport in the islands and Puerto Baquerizo Moreno around the island is the capital of the province of Galapagos.

15. Santa Cruz (Indefatigable) Island - Named for your Holy Cross in Spanish, its English name arises from the British vessel HMS Indefatigable. Likely to area of 986 square kms. Santa Cruz has the largest population. The Charles Darwin Research Station as well as the headquarters from the Galapagos Park Service can be found here. The Highlands are famous for the lava tunnels. Large tortoise populations are simply here. Black Turtle Cove is surrounded by mangroves, with sea turtles, rays and small sharks.

16. Santa Fe (Barrington) Island - Named to get a city in Spain, by having an area of 24 square kms. Santa Fe hosts a forest of Opuntia Cactus.

17. Santiago (San Salvador, James) Island - Named for Saint James in English, also called San Salvador, as soon as the first island discovered by Columbus. The island comes with an section of 585 square kms. Marine iguanas, sea lions, fur seals, land and sea turtles, flamingos, dolphins and sharks are found here. At Sulivan Bay, a lava flow can be observed.

18. Wolf (Wenman) Island - Named for German geologist Theodor Wolf. It has an area of 1.3 square kms. Here, fur seals, frigatebirds, Nazca and red-footed boobies, marine iguanas, sharks, whales, dolphins and swallow-tailed gulls is seen. The vampire finch, which feeds partly on blood pecked using their company birds, which is only entirely on this island.

19. Daphne Major - A small island directly north of Santa Cruz and west of Baltra, this very inaccessible island appears, though unnamed, on Ambrose Cowley's 1684 chart. It is necessary because location of multidecade finch population studies.

20. SouthPlaza Island(Plaza Sur) - Named honoring former president, General Leonidas Plaza of Ecuador.. It has an division of 0.13 square kms. The flora of South Plaza includes Opuntia cactus and Sesuvium plants, which form a reddish carpet on top of the lava formations. Iguanas are abundant, and big variety of birds can be observed in the cliffs.

21. Nameless Island - A little islet used mostly for scuba diving.

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The Best Things to See, Eat, and Do in San Juan

Why come to Puerto Rico when you could travel in Mexico, or Miami, or even the Dominican Republic nearby? Great inquiry. Come to Puerto Rico to encounter the unusual impression of being in a completely unique nation (gas by the liter, streets by the kilometer, Spanish is spoken) while as yet being in the United States (same dollar, same president, no requirement for a visa). An outing here is a 3-for-1 deal of Caribbean sea shores, tropical rainforests, and wonderful mountainscapes - with the uncommon special reward of not one but rather three bioluminescent sounds. There's sufficient to see and do in Puerto Rico to keep you occupied for quite a long time.

All things considered, at the top of any Puerto Rico agenda ought to be San Juan, the dynamic capital city where most of the island's visitors land. Set up in 1521, this is the most established European-established settlement in the US and the second-most seasoned in the Americas. You don't need to squint too difficult to see that rich history around you: The pastel-hued Spanish frontier structures and thin cobblestone roads of the Old Town are ensured by seventeenth century strongholds and a 15-foot-thick crisscrossing divider. Take a mobile tour around Old San Juan to get the full impact. Additionally of historical import: The piña colada was concocted here.

Be that as it may, San Juan is something beyond enchanting old stuff and tourist shops. It's a mosaic of steadily advancing areas, similar to the cosmopolitan Miami vibes of Condado, or the fashionable person bars and road craft of Santurce. Regardless of whether you're here for the afternoon or remaining for a whole week, here are the best things to do in San Juan.

The Best Things to See on a Trip to Puerto Rico

Tour the history-pressed San Juan, zip line through a tropical rainforest, and hit the sea shore.

Visit the absolute most seasoned fortresses in the Americas

We should move the touristy stuff first, will we? Two tremendous fortresses front San Juan's northern face. To the west, the sixteenth century Castillo San Felipe del Morro (normally known as El Morro) is undoubtedly perhaps the most notable attractions in Puerto Rico. With its essential area ignoring the San Juan Bay, El Morro protected this port city from 1539 to as of late as WWII.

Passage into El Morro costs just $7.00 - save your ticket, since it likewise incorporates section to "that other fortification," Castillo San Cristobal, inside 24 hours of procurement. This is fundamentally El Morro's neglected younger sibling, yet San Cristobal is cool too! It's the biggest European fortress in the Americas and features the notorious Devil's Guerite (Garita del Diablo). Rumors have spread far and wide suggesting that warriors would randomly vanish as they stood watch in this guerite.

It's about a mile stroll from one fortress to the next, and the walk alone is breathtaking, with pastel provincial houses on one side and a capturing blue ocean on the other. A mammoth esplanade fronting El Morro fills in as a public social event spot, and is a great spot to take a break.

Take a look at the lead representative's home

After you visit the fortresses, walk the waterfront down to La Fortaleza, another walled compound where the island's Governor lives. You're not permitted to go in - it's in a real sense the Governor's home and office - yet you'll see it from the entryway. Lately, the First Lady has stepped up and brighten Fortaleza Street paving the way to the fundamental door. Right now, it's adorned with many bright umbrellas drifting over the road.

Snap a selfie at La Puerta de la Bandera

Since 2012, the passage doors of a flimsy structure on San José Street have become a significant image for Puerto Ricans living under the island's present financial emergency. Craftsman Rosenda Álvarez initially painted the doors with the Puerto Rican banner, just to revisit her painting four years after the fact, quiet the red and blue shades of the banner, and paint them dark all things considered. It was an analysis to the questionable monetary oversight board that is currently controlling the island funds. The structure is presently a famous selfie spot among tourists and local people.

Chase for noticeable (dead) local people in the graveyard

Despite the fact that it's found right close to El Morro, this pioneer time graveyard is regularly neglected by tourists. It lies right external the divider, confronting the ocean. The Santa Maria Magdalena de Pazzis Cemetery is the last resting spot of a few noticeable Puerto Ricans - among the most acclaimed names discovered here are Pedro Albizu Campos, Jose Celso Barbosa, and José de Diego, among numerous others.

Chill with something fruity

In the event that you see a little kart with "piraguas" composed on it, do not spare a moment! Piraguas are squashed ice cones seasoned with nearby natural product syrups like cherry, enthusiasm organic product, strawberry, tamarind, coconut, and lemon. Sadly they're a withering practice, yet they can in any case be found in Old San Juan, particularly close to El Morro and Paseo la Princesa.

You'll likewise see hand crafted popsicles sold to a great extent at inhabitants' front doors, generally for $1. These are paletas, seasoned with pretty much every natural product on the island. Guava. Coconut. Other stuff. I got one that was an orange-and-cream blend, and I discovered it some way or another gooier than I'd anticipated. It was likewise truly reviving. Which was fundamental around noontime in the late spring, when the city can be, ah, I'll simply say it, abusively hot.

See the rotunda in the Puerto Rican Capitol

The capitol building is a marble structure fronting the Atlantic, not a long way from Fort San Cristobal. Passageway is totally free, Monday through Friday. Look upward at the roof, where the history of Puerto Rico is portrayed in a dazzling, point by point mosaic. Remain in the focal point of the rotunda, and you'll be encircled by glass-encased duplicates of the Puerto Rican and U.S. constitutions. Outside, the Puerto Rican and U.S. banners fly one next to the other.

Visit the most established house of God in Puerto Rico

In the first place, look at the gallery at Casa Blanca, a house worked for the Spanish traveler Ponce de León and his family. De León, who broadly (and uselessly) looked for the wellspring of youth, kicked the bucket on a campaign before he could move in. Walk a couple of squares to the San Juan Bautista basilica where Ponce de Leon moved in, and where he'll remain forever; he's entombed inside.

There's nothing extravagant about the design, however San Juan Bautista is the most established church in Puerto Rico and the second most seasoned in the Americas. Notwithstanding the tomb of de León, it contains the holy place to Carlos Manuel Rodríguez Santiago - the principal Puerto Rican and the main layman in the history of the United States to be beatified.

Dance to the beat of "Despacito" in La Perla

La Perla has gained notoriety for strict hundreds of years. This historic shanty town was initially settled in the nineteenth century to house previous slaves and destitute workers who weren't permitted to live inside the city dividers. Today, the area appreciates newly discovered acclaim as where Luis Fonsi shot his music video for "Despacito." It was hit hard by Hurricane Maria is still amidst remaking. In case you're nearby on a Sunday night, go celebrating at La 39 Bar, a shoddy bar based on the top of a house that was mostly obliterated during the typhoon. Request a Medalla, the most mainstream brew in Puerto Rico.

Go to a well known speakeasy mixed drink bar

Likewise featured in the "Despacito" music vid is the speakeasy El Condal. This spot is so well known among local people, it doesn't require a sign outside. It's found where the well known Hijos de Borinquen bar used to be (you can in any case see the first name inside, painted on the divider), and El Condal holds the calm vibe of the famous unique.

It's tourist-accommodating, however as you advance inside you'll discover more than tourists drinking - and moving - there. Past the covered up indirect access are four more individual spaces, including a wine-bar, dance floor, and basement like bar - each with its own music, vibe, climate, beverages, and food. You may even get spendy and drop $9 on a mixed drink.

Attempt a delectable tripleta

Puerto Rico has no deficiency of delightful road food, particularly since the food-truck fever has assumed control over the island. In any case, Puerto Rico has had its own customary food-truck dish throughout recent decades - it's called tripleta. What's a tripleta? It's a sandwich. Tripleta implies three, so this sandwich has marinated barbecued 3D square steak, ham or pork, and chicken. It is served on a portion of yam bread with chips, mayonnaise, and ketchup. Trust me, it is delightful! Among the most famous tripletas is El Mariachi, found in Caguas and numerous different districts. You can visit best Italian restaurant in San Juan.

Absorb the Miami vibes along Ashford Avenue

Ashford Avenue feels like a Caribbean adaptation of Miami Beach with its Miami-style design, very good quality stores, popular lodgings, and beachfront bistros. Stroll along the road to absorb the climate, chill at the beachfront Ventana del Mar Park, have a dynamic night at the historic La Concha Resort, or tune in to live groups at the Hard Rock Café.

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