#arturo paez

[cositapreciosa]

can you maybe write for kitty where he meets a girl thats similar to him personality wise?? and he falls in love w her immediately and stuff

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Arturo '' Kitty '' Paez x female!reader (strong language, toxic relationship (not with kitty) mentions of cheating (not kitty/not you), spanish female pet names, you’re wearing heels/a dress, the usual for the show), 3215 words

a/n : @hausofmamadas once again saving the day with the Kitty gifs, amen 🙏🏻+ thank u my Kitty ride or die for pulling this one out of me @narcolini <33

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

‘’ You’re a fucking bitch, is what you are! ‘’

Between the loud music from inside and the half-open backyard door, Kitty is surprised when your voice reaches his ears. He can see you on the other side of the pool, been watching you like a hawk for a while now, sunglasses down his nose as you push around that boyfriend of yours. Palms on his chest, lips curling with every word that comes out of your mouth. Diego has always been too weak for someone like you, he has no spine, no guts. He didn’t like him. Arturo had decided that a while back, when you first started to bring him around at the house parties, at Roxanne’s.

Arturo doesn’t know you that well. He knows what Ramón tells him, when he finally gets tired of hearing him beg and whine about it, that is how he knows you would ‘eat him up and chew him out’ if he dared approach. Maybe that is why he never did. A friend of a friend, of a friend. He had always listened to Ramón and stayed back, simply because having to work hard for it is something he never liked doing. You could have anyone wrapped around your finger, as long as they were up to your standards. It is a shame, really, that he never made a move. Especially when he can see the fire in your eyes and how it matches his perfectly. Especially when he knows what kind of pendejo actually made it past your walls when he couldn’t.

You are screaming again, hands frantically pushing strands of hair behind your ears. He knows that he shouldn’t be spying on you like this, pretending to go out to light up his joint when he knows doing it inside is allowed. His hand wraps around the handle to push the rest of the door open, taking in the fresh air from the night. The music from inside is still loud even with the door closed, not one of you turning to acknowledge him.

The water reflects light on your legs, on that sparkly dress you are wearing tonight. Short, flamboyant, stunning. Arturo lights his smoke, watching your boyfriend screaming back this time, his finger pointing and piercing the skin of your chest with each word. He can see the disbelief on your face from here, the audacity of the man.

‘’ If it was such a problem, maybe you should have taken your cojones, Diego, and told me yourself, instead of going around and fucking about! ‘’

‘’ Fucking about? You’re the one walking around looking like a whore. ‘’

This one stings, deep in his bone, piercing his chest. All the way over here, he feels angry for you, cheeks hot and red burning his face. You don’t answer back after this, stunned or embarrassed, he can’t tell. He does see how flushed your chest is, how your jaw sets, tense with unspoken words. This is it. The last straw. He won’t allow Diego to insult you any further.

He calls out your name as he walks closer to the side of the pool, it’s more like a statement than a question, a greeting. I’m here, you’re good.

‘’ You’re all good here, mami? ‘’

He knows you heard him, even though you don’t turn to acknowledge him. He is surprised that your boyfriend does, scoffing as he looks him up and down. He is audacious, Arturo has to give him that. Does he think he’s safe in this house? Doesn’t he know who your friends are, who’s been paying for his drinks since he got here? Diego’s finger is pointing at him now, laugh dry and mocking. As if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

‘’ Him? ‘’ he says, ‘’ Him? ‘’

Arturo knows what he is implying, as if Diego wasn’t the one that was in the wrong, the one that had been fucking half the town behind your back. They had their suspicions in the beginning when you had started to run out of reasons for him not showing up to gatherings and birthdays. He knew he was right when Ramón told him you had given them five dollars for gas money and a few dozen eggs to throw at Diego’s apartment. He couldn’t believe it when he saw you with him the following week, acting as if nothing had happened.

Arturo’s attention turns back to you when you don’t answer, don’t bite into it like he thought you would. He can take a better look at you now that he is closer, inches away from the ledge. He sees the tears dancing on your lash line, your nails digging inside your palms, and he decides he hates it. He hates him. It must be horrible really, giving so much to someone so pathetic, having your words twisted back against you.

He tries to ignore how much Diego’s finger pointed at him bothers him. It is like a stab in the chest, a provocation, like he is making it personal. In a way, it is, he made sure of it the second he decided to belittle you like this in front of him. The thoughts of gripping his hand in his, crushing his joints- He blinks once, twice to shake the images out, and then he says your name again, an invitation now. Let’s leave this. Leave him.

‘’ You should leave. ‘’

Both sets of eyes turn to you as you speak up. Finally, he thinks. You are not asking, you are demanding, telling Diego his time here is over. Diego’s eyes twitch between you and Arturo’s side of the pool, he has to know he will lose if he tries to fight him. From the look of it, he is most likely smaller than him, unarmed. Arturo knows he only hangs out with them for the coke, maybe the small possibility of being one of them too, and then having you back in his bed after the parties. It breaks his heart to know you didn’t catch on to his bullshit before tonight. It is hot in his chest, a deep burn he can’t shake off, maybe it is jealousy.

Diego turns to you, as if your words meant nothing, like you didn’t just ask him to leave. His hand wrapping around your forearm as if you would follow him. The pool is the only thing keeping Arturo from jumping in between you two and sliding his hands around his throat.

‘’ Come on, let’s do this somewhere else. ‘’

‘’ Don’t touch me, Diego- ‘’

He can’t stand it, having to watch this asshole pretend he is still the one in control. Your upper arm is white from Diego’s grip and he can’t help how fast his hand goes to his back, feeling the gun tucked in his waistband with his fingertips. A reassurance that he could end this, here, right now. He will shoot him, he doesn’t care, five times if needed, as many times it would take for this idiot not to have a face anymore.

‘’ Are we gonna have a problem here? ‘’

He doesn’t stutter. It is a warning, his first and final one, spoken clearly in the open space between them.

‘’ Shut the fuck up, pendejo, can’t you read a room?! ‘’

‘’ Kitty… ‘’

You finally catch his eyes across the pool. Your voice is a warning, almost scolding him like a child, telling him to let you handle it, that you can take care of this. Can you? Should you? He notices the sparkles on your eyelids, the same color as your dress, the dried tears on your cheeks. He can’t be stopped, he doesn’t want to, he is too invested in this. Pendejo. Arturo doesn’t remember when he started moving, following the tiles around the ledge, opting to close his fists and take care of this naturally instead. If Diego wanted to play the tough guy, he would show him what it looked like.

He is halfway around the pool when you start moving, twisting in your heels. You grab Diego by the hair, using the momentum and his hold on your arm to push him into the pool. He is taken aback for a moment, stopping dead in his tracks, scared Diego’s grip on your arm will bring you into the water with him. But it doesn’t and you are tiptoeing around the edge, hands in the air, unmoving, like you just dropped something you shouldn’t have.

You yelp when the water splashes back on you, the bottom of your dress, your shoes. It shakes you out of it and you step back from the puddle of water at your feet. When Diego surfaces out from the deep, he is heaving, breathing through his nose, paddling around with both arms. A well-deserved swim, if he could say so himself, but Arturo is not even looking at him. He doesn’t matter, you do, and he only has eyes for you. He is not sure what to do now, he is surely not going to jump in the pool to finish this, who knows what chlorine would do to his Ralph Lauren shirt.

‘’ You’re a fucking bitch, Diego. ‘’

You laugh and it is music to his ears, loud, genuine. You are waving your hands around like you can’t believe this, free at last.

‘’ Stay the fuck away from me from now on, or he’ll shoot you. ‘’

You are pointing at him now, passing the eventual dirty work to him. Arturo knows you have never held a gun in your life, how you can barely accept those that are tucked in your friends’ jeans, but he would do it if you asked him, in a heartbeat, no questions needed. You push at the water on your thighs, probably wishing it would take the chemicals and the water out of the fabric. You turn to him, head thrown back, fists closed, like a child.

‘’ Look what he did to my shoes, Arturo. ‘’

You are whining and he is trying to pretend that his name coming out of your mouth didn’t make his knees buckle for a second. Eat him up and chew him out. You turn back to Diego.

‘’ They’re Versace you fucking bitch. ‘’

Your voice quivers on the last word, a small crack in an otherwise strong façade. Arturo’s hand moves from behind his shirt, leaving the comfort of the handle of metal at his back, motioning for you to come over. It is too cold tonight for you to stand outside, legs out for days, and a drenched skirt stuck to your thighs.

‘’ I’ll buy you new ones, mami. Let’s move before the fish comes out of his tank, yeah? ‘’

He is trying to be funny, but he can hear you sniff, see your hand raise from your side to wipe at your nose. He can understand how it’s too much, too fast now, adrenaline coming down, the cold seeping in.

When you turn his way and brush past him, his first instinct is to try and grab you, to be able to drape a warm arm around your shoulders, protect you when Diego couldn’t. It hurts him when you duck from his grasp, continuing your way to the door, but he swallows it and pushes down whatever angry, sad feeling is bubbling up in his throat. He chooses to follow you inside, follow what his guts tell him, and not take any of this personally. Easier said than done, but Arturo decides to focus on the sound of your heels against the tiles instead, to breathe in your perfume when he skips before you so he can open the sliding door for you.

You make a line for the kitchen and he is thankful no one stops you to ask what happened. Arturo follows your step, tall and burning behind you. You are holding back your tears, he can tell. He doesn’t know why he feels like he has to make sure you are alright. Diego might be an ass, but he wouldn’t dare enter the sharks’ enclosure after that. If this was his house, he would turn around and drown the fucker with his own hands. Nothing he hasn’t done before.

‘’ I’m not crying. ‘’

It’s the first thing you tell him when you enter the kitchen with him, your new shadow, still hot on your heel. You are, and it’s okay, he understands, right? You are alone in the room, just you, him, the marble countertop between you as you turn and pace. You are rummaging through shelves, one hand whipping at your cheek while the other chooses a glass.

‘’ It’s not- this isn’t because of him. I’m not crying- ‘’

A sob leaves your throat as you open the refrigerator door. He feels bad now, his heart squeezing at the thought of your makeup sliding down your cheeks. Arturo leans on the door frame and he looks as you pull out juice from the open door, the other hand grabbing a bottle of tequila left on the counter. The amount you pour into your cup makes his eyebrows frown.

‘’ It’s alright. ‘’

‘’ It’s the shoes. I’m not crying. ‘’

The tears on your face do tell him that you are, that it is about Diego. He doesn’t deal with heartbreaks often, he usually never stays around long enough to feel it. He is a grown man, he never cries, he shouldn’t care, but he does feel better when you open the juice jug, pouring enough that he is not too concerned about how it would taste in the end. He speaks up again.

‘’ It’s alright if it’s not just the shoes you know. ‘’

‘’ You would really buy me new ones? ‘’

He raises his eyebrows at that and you are now pushing yourself up on the counter in front of him, crossing your legs, glass in hand. Your eyes are dry and red, but the glitter on your lids is still pressed to the skin, unmoved. He likes it, he decides, the shimmer suits you, it reminds him of the diamonds he has on a watch at home. You are looking at him, waiting for an answer. Like it would fix everything. Your Versace heels, he would buy you new ones if you asked, the same pair if you wished, an even more expensive one if you begged him to.

‘’ Por supuesto, mami. ‘’

I would shoot him too, let’s keep our word. He doesn’t tell you that, but the thought crosses his mind, throbbing inside his ribcage. The things he would do for you. Something changed tonight, inside of him, changed how he looks at you, how he really looks at you. You laugh at this and he is thankful, happy to hear the sound again. He hopes it means he is doing something good, something to make you feel better.

‘’ I’m just messing. They will dry, I was just being dramatic. ‘’

Rightly so, he wants to tell you, that he would have done worst for less, but he doesn’t, he laughs it off with you.

‘’ All good, mami, I go crazy for less. ‘’

You haven’t touched your drink yet, playing with the rim and the ridges on the side. It is a good sign to him, that whatever he is doing is working, heart being fixed, tears kept at bay. He feels awkward, standing there and looking at you, trying to keep his eyes away from tracing the curve of your legs, the idea of your nails wrapped around his neck-

‘’ You like shopping? ‘’

It’s quick, out of his mouth before he even processes it, anything to keep the silence from going on any longer.

‘’ What? ‘’

‘’ Well, I- ‘’ he stuttered, he never does. Tongue rolling in his mouth, words knocking his front teeth on the way out. Of course you like shopping, ranking bills for days, and matching your shoes with your tops, who wouldn’t? Right?

‘’ Well, because I do. ‘’ He feels like the dumbest person in the house. ‘’ I mean- I mostly look, I don’t always buy. It gotta fit with the rest, you know? ‘’

You hum, nodding with the sound. Your lips touch the rim of the glass, bringing silence back to the kitchen, and he feels like he fucked up. He had to open his big mouth and spill out some none sense. Maybe you don’t like shopping. Maybe you think he is taking too much space, that he should leave you alone-

‘’ Let me tell you a secret. ‘’ Your hands are back on your lap, playing with the side of the glass once again. There is a glint in your eyes as you lean towards him, like you are sharing a secret. Lips pursed, you are not whispering, but he feels like you are. A secret for him, only for him.

‘’ Sometimes it doesn’t even match, but I still buy it, I can’t help myself. ‘’

You have glitter on your fingers from when you wiped your tears off and he can’t take his eyes off yours, you are pulling him in and he takes a step closer as you continue.

‘’ I always think I can make it work, but after a while, I send it to my primas, so it’s not really a loss, you know? ‘’

‘’ You’re free Friday? ‘’

You hesitate a moment, barely a second, but it’s enough to make him self-conscious again. ‘’ Why? ‘’

‘’ Let me take you out. ‘’ Let me make this right. Make you forget him. ‘’ We can go en el centro. I don’t think they got Versace there, but they got nice options. ‘’

He shrugs his shoulders, already pretending that he is going to be okay if you reject him. He knows he won’t, that everything, every minute spent with you until today wasn’t a random twist of fate. He can feel it, feel you deep in his bones, there has to be something there. He can’t be wrong, you have to say yes.

Your fingers move in the space between the two of you and, since he is closer now, you can reach and hook a finger around one of his longer chains, moving the golden cross around so it catches the light.

‘’ Is Thursday too early for you? ‘’

He is flushed when you look back up at him, too stunned to speak, too hot and too cold at the same time. He has asked people out before, multiple times even, but right now, with you, he can’t get a grip, he can’t get himself to breathe and not be putty in your hands.

‘’ Not at all. ‘’ Is all he finds to say when he is brought back down to earth. Arturo can’t stop the smile that pulls at his lips, he can taste your perfume on his tongue. ‘’ Even better, mami. ‘’

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[thesolotomyhan]

a/n: slowly coming back into it but i was writing something else on and off while i was away but i havent finished it so i just ultimately decided to do another one of these just because i love how i can focus on so many characters and just type away so have this while i figure some things out on my end for you all <3

warnings: theres only nsfw for like 2 characters but ill let you know lol

mayo: wedding :)

strap tf in because ever since writing that ramon wedding hc i have not stopped thinking about that topic but with my mayo and i have little to no shame to admit to you all that i have thought about his ass and a wedding subject more than once but i just never got around to it but 👀👀 lemme say i am having troubles with myself on deciding what i can briefly talk about and not get myself carried on writing a whole ass presentation,,,,, i just ,,,,, want to at least get an idea out here 👀 see if anyone could be interested 👀👀 but OHHHH i just i want to scream into the abyss when i think about this subject with HIM <\3 like me muero mE MUERO because i know for a mf’ing fact my consentido would call you “mi esposa” even before you two actually get married,,, like he’s emocionado about the whole thing as it leads up to that day :((( him introducing you to everyone new as like “mira, deja les presento a mi esposa,.... mi chula” :(( ,, this stupid smile on his face as he lets his arm wrap around your waist and keep you close to him as he introduces you when you two are barely engaged or something and i dont know why that makes me fall to my knees and sob,, wow and just imagining how this man would stress yet be as cool as anything to make this the most perfect day for you,,,because as i have kind of briefly gone over,,, once this mf actually falls in love, que hasta he forgets anyone else other than you exists,, you know marriage is not far from the path hes on,, and it just comes naturally,,, so when i imagine that the day does come,,, he makes this shit the biggest thing ever in sinaloa,, its going to last for dayssss,,  complacendote in any and everything,, making sure to not have you have any stress on your head all day long,, he just wants to see you to be happy, blissful and smiling all day long because of him yyy ay cabron hold on,,,, i just without getting too into this knowing myself,,, can you all just take a minute and imagine the grand ass church/ceremony he would do this at,,, una pinche elegancia that even guero is questioning how much money this mf blew for your wedding day,,, el todo pinshe pienado :( the simple FucvinG waY HE would look at you throughout the whole thing like you just gave him the best regalo de la vida :((( him probably wanting to just hold your hand for all 24 hours of that day and more,,, the little glances and small smiles he would give you throughout the vows down until he can kiss you :((((((( and the reception yalll ayyy no,,, him not letting you be away from him for more than 2 inches,, :( walking around together como marido y mujer and shit :((( dancing to your song ,,,, the honeymoon after wards :))))))) ayyy GUEY im sorry ill stop i just- wedding+mayo=my entire heart and i dont want to dump that whole thing just yet on this available space i have here :(( but this has been my proposal on the idea :( ok bye now

rafa- (slight/only a mention because i cant stop myself)

ingasu ,,,, mi pinshe bonbonnnnnnnn ,,,, i have a need  a want to get a ramble of thoughts out and this is what this is,, but dont worry ill come back for him when i have a straight mind and an actual structure of writing for him because OUGHHH how can i not?  now  wow get out of my mf’ing way here becauseeee lord just when i think the wakanda forever trailer couldnt top the idea of chadwicks tchalla character coming back again :( +++ the announcement they made that tenoch would be playing namor a while back,,,,  these mf’s actually  decided to kill me and add in namor’s character in the trailer as well when i had already fell to my kness at a walmart parking lot just by the first second of that trailer,, and i just descended upon the clouds themselves when i saw him my god i was not expecting to be fed so well early on,,, because now let me guide you all back to watch the trailer if you didnt catch a good ass glimpse like i did to look at this bitch’s physique ,,, like get a good fucking look at this mfs back,, yess his fuckin back ,, his damn shoulders i cRY YALL ,, thAT LaDies and gentlemen,, is a man ,, now LISTENNN I AM not a marvel blog whatsoever but i would be lying through my soul if i told yall those 2 second clips of him on that trailer awoke and brought back my unconditional love for him and what better than to add rafa back in this mf and let me respectfully simp for mi pelos chinos consentido de shulada de hombre again,, and i just- i couldnt contain myself imagining the wayyyyyy he would love to let you scratch his back :)) when hes pounding away at youuuuu but damn omg let me just stop,, lol that wasnt planned for him today because i knew this man radiated bde but namor???? tenoch ???? placed to finally extra cherry i needed on top because i just couldnt get that once scene where hes walking into that wedding party with his scarface suit on out of my mind for a while and i just- i could not handle the thought of the two of you turning heads everytime the two of you walk into a building or party because the radiationnnn,, its about the radiation you two set off when youre both walking into a party,, arms tangled into the other as you both walk in,, heads held high off the fucking ground,, both of your outfits being that high end material, that just compliments the others in a beautiful way ,, him leading you around either with you dangling off his arm :) or leading you sit down so you dont get tired :) but ughhh his dumbass smile never wiping off his face because he knows everyone is staring at the two of you ,,just him having a thing for showing you off and it’s the best damn feeling when it’s neither of you trying,, it comes natural with they way the aura is set around you two when you walk into a place and that sets me off,,, And wow,, thank you for coming to my brief brain fart session,, take what i told you today as a topic starter with me  

amado: baile/jaripeo 

ayyyy hasta pego un grito de los buenos imagining something like this with him :( and maybe it’s just meeee because ive been keeping busy going to these and all ;) but imagining pinshe amado going with you :) bailando to like a banda song or something,(im imagining something like y llegaste tu or something more movidita like ayer la vi por la calle because the vueltas would be more fast paced ya know? and i know only maybe a few people are going to understand what im talking about so im sorry if you’re questioning wtf im even saying right now lol)  but anyways i just imagine he would have  his arm wrapped around your back and just holding you close to him when he does he vueltas or the small steps to the rhythm ya know? leading you around the steps, :(  his other hand is just holding una pinshe chela bien fria+ not me imagining how the thought of him drinking his chela while dancing with you had me in a grip im sorry ,,,, and aughhH its something about that image, and the thought of your steps being in unison and flowing as smooth as possible hmnnnn,,,, him vestido de negro because he knows no other colors,, his shirt slightly opened with that chain he has on showing fff- hair slightly down but with that natural flow he has going on with it, your frame being whisked away by his tall ass, and like the hand thats wrapped around you ocsassionaly going down and resting on top of your ass ay his little gold watch glowing from the sun or something and wow ,, his own little smirk plastered onto his face and all, when he tightens his hold around you his reina AUGH,,,,, all while one of your hands are holding the back of his neck, your other on his shoulder ,, you just letting him lead you away, your own small smile on your face ugh byE, i love that image,,,, the two of you probably even lean in to kiss the other when you want ay,,, lowkey humming the songs too and bye i want this with him

ramon:  

yall im so sorry to be in my feelings today but i have been bombarded and read up a lot of nsfw things for ramon lately in this AO and i just lets take a minute to breathe ok you horndogs ,, let me dip my fingers in atleast into these waters slowly again before we go back out into that region once more becauseeeeee i just wanted to voice something on mi niño enamorado because it occurred to me while i was writing this other hc i have in the works and i just, i couldnt help but have the itch to imagine ramon being soft with quality time guys,,, quality time in a relationship is something i see ramon loving to do because he may be rich and seem like the type to be boujee on all his dates which sure,, he might do the first few times with you and all that,, but eventually for him,, to be in the mere presence of you is something he breathes off of and never wants to go without , so let me unroll this out for you all,, because the first thing,,, is the thought of him obviously loving to go out to clubs with you,, i feel as though this has been thoroughly established enough just because of the thought of the two of you being dressed to the ninesss,, hanging off of the other, and dancing up on the other in that close space with the beat of the music surrounding you two,, makes it a whole vibe alright,, and even if you dont want to dance,, the thought of just having you sitting on his lap or right next to him up on the vip section, dressed up but sitting prettily against him as he has an arm wrapped around you is just POETRY, or when youre not with him,, maybe you went to get yourself a drink,, you looking back to wheres he just watching you,, you giving him this soft ass smile and his enamorado ass just flashing you a smile back, eyes lit up with that small glint and all ayy no  le da orgullo al cabron that hes the one youre with :))) or in this second example,, having those video game dates :( because we’ve seen that being consistent with him because in s1 he has going crazy on that retro ass game and in s3 he had his little console :( and ughhh i just couldnt help but almost cry at the thought of him wanting to play video games with you as a date :((( the two of you having the loudest but friendly arguments that it echoes around the house as you play against the other,, a shit ton of snacks dispersed all around the floor of the two of you as you both are solely focused on getting the upper hand on the other, smiles on your faces as you both sit next to eachother on the ground probably from how intense it could get,, the two of you probably sabotage the other in a friendly way just to hear the other scream as one of you gets closer to first place  ay no i cry at that thought because those are definitely going to be core memories <like even the juniors probably even join in when they come around> :(  or even on example #3,,, the thought of having dates over at the others house,, and just cuddled up like,, him laying back with you sitting in between his legs, your back to his chest, curled into him and just watching like ,,,, cartoons :( probably with even more snacks spread out all over the place,,, the volume of the tv damn near filling up the whole house, both of your laughters following after when something happens on the tv, im sorry yall i cry to all of this because its just small moments or even big moments are the biggest thing for him when it comes to you,, doesnt matter as long as hes with you and youre both having fun :(((( se enamora mas mi niño bye (also im totally not listening to ojitos lindos by bad bunny and bawling my eyes out because that is my bebes song that describes what imagine him being for you his nena :((( )

benjamin: 

slow mornings yalL SLOW MORNINGSSSSSSS with benjamin,,,,, allow me to sob but explain because i just get so sentimental and soft around this man, i love him and cherish him but wow,,, now i know you all can tell hes a puntual type of man,, hes never late to shit,, hes on time about everything and i just feel like he likes to be busy doing things all the time so much that he never catches a break because then he would have a breakdown if he even just sits back for once so :))) the thought of you being the cause for a slow morning once for him that unravels his want to do them from then on just :( sets me,,,, and while slow mornings with him i can picture things like maybe just the two of you cuddling in bed,, getting breakfast sent up to the two of you as you just bask in eachother presence :(( or something like the two of you watching the other get ready,,, dropping kisses on eachother every time you pass eachother in the bedroom,, him on his part slacking tf off when he watches you simply brush your hair out or just pick out something for the day to wear when youre just wearing his shirt:( because he definitely just stares at you longingly/lovingly and him def coming up behind you to hug you and just kiss you ughh these are most definitely not off the table but for todays focus,, i just want to say something and start us out on how we got to that stage because  like dont you dare say to me otherwise that he doesnt sleep without touching some part of you or holding you,,, because the generic type of sleep i see him getting is either when youre sleeping on his chest :( or him spooning you from behind and holding you from when he sleeps and shuts his eyes to until he wakes up and has to go ya know,,, and :( i just imagine him waking up before you,, his hair being a big tangled mess, he would have an arm under you to keep you from rolling off his chest :(,, his other hand might be holding yours thats resting on his chest :( im - him just breathing in a deep breath from where he has his face buried into your hair :(,, giving you a small kiss on the top of your head as he just gives you these soft h e a r t eyes as he stares down at your sleeping form :((( stop no one look at me,, and i just imagine him doing like a deep sigh because he lowkey wouldnt want to leave the bed or you,, :((( but him either way, slightly moving out of bed,, but at the slowest rate possible because he doesnt want to wake you up :((( and ughhh him already feeling bad once he feels your arm tighten around him,, youre doing a long sigh signifying your waking up :( and ay no as soon as you open your eyes youre met with his sorry ones :( and your voice asking him where hes going his ass is already sitting hismelf back down telling you he has to go :( but me and him would be lying if he wouldnt go back in bed with you if you asked him,, and omg, i cant because the way you would quite literally tug him back down,, you groggily looking up at him con esos ojitos :( asking him another 30 minutes wont hurt him,, you bet hes smiling down at you and laying down again :(( not even worrying if those 30 minutes turn into an hour as long as youre happy and keep him in place :((( i just- wow this mf turns into a puddle when it comes to you i dont know

kitty: 

now heh i wasnt exactly targeting something exact for him, but i just fell into the mood in wanting to write something for him right now in these blurbs and i just went with what came to mind on the spot which is making out :))) because he def gives off that vibe of wanting to be attached to your lips constantly it’s almost something everyone has to be prepared to walk into when they’re looking for either of you two at some point in time but also because i just want to imagine some soft shit like this where neither of you have to do more other than kissing if you dont feel like it,, its just a way of outing your love for the other by kissing :( a physical thinggg ya know? but either way i imagine the way hes still giving you those ojitos :( , small smile on his face when he leans back away from you just to gaze upon you :( ughh and honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if it’s one of the essential building blocks in your relationship with him im sorry,,, because get this, im just imagining him sitting on the couch, slouched back, with you on top of him :) both of you fully clothed just slightly messy,,, his hands having trouble focusing if they want to rest on your ass or wander up your back, your own hands moving away from his chest :) to hold the side of his face :) the both of you probably having these irresistible smiles as you try to keep kissing the other but instead little breathless giggles keep escaping from the both of you ugh im sorry but :( the thought of him moving one of his hands to cup the side of your face when you both slightly lean away from the other and just stupidly smile as you both look at the other,, a light warmth spreading across both of your faces and cheeks from how close you both were,,, the intimacy of it all making you both go on a high and just want to keep your kissing session going,, him having literal soft he a rt eyes as he just stares up at you :( his other arm securing you even closer to him and his voice coming out lightly and scratchy like “te amo bebe” :(((( bye no one touch me right now 

barron: (***nsfw)

now listen up my barron fuckers   i was going to do a whole soft blurb type of thing right now for him but i know some of you guys are probably on the edge of hitting me across the face for taking my dandy ass time on his nsfw hc,, so im gving you all a small dose today just to tame some hairs alright? alright cool,, because doggy style? is our topic for today and it just  almost screams his name off for me on this topic,, because for one, it’s a rough and dominant vibe that goes along with him just right that it will guarantee to make you lose all common sense and make you sore for the next week but also secondly ,,it gives him a view of being able to see your whole body from behind :) with your ass up in the air :) your hands digging into the material underneath you as youre on all fours :)) him having a death grip on your hips as he pumps into you,,, him def pushing your head back down onto the pillows by tangling his hand into your hair if you start to come up just so he can have that arch for you :)) and ughhh i dont know the thought of you moving one of your hands above you to just grip the sheets as he has you in that position,, your other hand :) coming to lay itself on top of one of his hands on your hip :)) threading your fingers through his and just tightening your grip onto his as he pumps into you in that rough and steady pace ugh,, you :) moving your head to the side and looking over your shoulder at him :) moans spilling past your lips as you scrunch your face together,,, throwing a small smile his way from the way hes making you feel hnnngg,,, omg him leaning his frame over you :)) one of his hands coming to hold your hand thats above your head on the sheets,, his other hand thats threading with yours just guiding you down to touch your swollen clit :) him helping you apply the right amount of pressure that it gets your eyes to roll back as he continues to thrust into you at an angle now,, fuuuc- him biting along that part of your skin where your shoulder meets your neck, just breathing heavily into your ear as your lewd moans continue to come out of you uncontroablly im sorry for this wow 

arturo: (***nsfw)

yeeeeeahhhhh :) giving you 3 total arturo fuckers a taste as well  because he is a  car sex type of beat and im sorry because his pinshes camisas wangas get me , if you know you know,, :)) like you running your hand over his chest underneath hiss shirt as youre on top of him :) neither of you separating from this make out session between the two of you,, the heavy breathing you both would be doing would not help at all but just make the windows fog up,,, him :) struggling to lift this skirt you would be wearing as youre grinding away on top of him with your legs on either side of him,, his groans encouraging you even more and your soft moans only urging him to fumble against you even more :)and  hnnnngg i cant at the thought of him bringing his lips away from yours to kiss your chest,, hurriedly moving your top away from your skin just so he can see the way your breasts spill out for him :) his hands moving to cusp your ass and lift your hips up :) letting him slide into you :) him hissing out into you when he feels your nails dig into his chest :) his name rolling of your lips :) when you toss your head back slightly when you feel him bottom out :) wow his grip just roughly kneading your skin,, getting you to lightly grind your hips against his to get you comfortable :) and just slowly building momentum up until he can have you bouncing on top of him :))) him continuing to leave small marks on your chest as he thrusts up into you,,,  his eyes constantly looking up at you so he can focus on your face,,, audibly grunting out when he feels the pressure continuing to grow as you palm his chest :) your head tilting back down to look at him as you begin to meet his thrusts halfway :)) your entire face just scrunching up as you start to become more and more desperate and youre not sure if its because of the constant rough pumping of him and the way he just has you fucking yourself on top of him or if its because of the heat kicking up a few notches from both your heavy breathing and movements in such a confined space but either way it has you both holding the other like a damn lifeline that bound to explode any minute and i just - wow

güero:

here i go again with yet another pair-able soft topic for him,,,, god man :/ im sorry but güero and benjamin remind me of eachother so much i sometimes mix up writing ideas/topics of the two of them and i just thought i could share that to see if anyone else can relate to me because for one try and convince me otherwise this man,, mi güerito, mi hector is not the most love blinded soul that there is here,, try and tell me he is not the type of partner that is going to put you above all else simply because he’s that infatuated with you and head over heels twice in love with you,, this mf probably has a whole ass wedding plan ready by the first hour of your first date you ever had with him because he would have that sense of when he’s found his one and only :(( try to sit there and tell me he is not late for the most important or little things just because he was so caught up trying to button up his dress shirt but failing to do so at the end of the bed because you were 2 feet away from him getting ready yourself or brushing your hair out because he stops all and any process he was doing simply because he was off in his own world looking at you with that soft enamorado look in his eyes that his eyes would fucking dilate because they’re cast upon you :( ,,, and if he could he would turn into a mush puddle of himself if you catch him looking and flash him a soft smile through the mirror or look over your shoulder at him and give him heart eyes back because i shake at the overwhelming feeling he would feel at that moment because his favorite person, el amor de su vida loves him back the same way he does and that makes his love for you grow every damn day :((( please convince me that he isn’t the type that when you walk into the room while he’s negotiating or talking with some of the guys about the business that he totally doesn’t just forget the conversation at hand,, let his thoughts run off into emptiness and simply just let his eyes zone in on you because you take his breath away it physically hurts his heart to tear his eyes away from you,, his tesoro de su vida :( or that he won’t just drop whatever conversation or task at hand whenever he hears you call his name out because if he’s going to listen to you and help you with whatever problem or question you have, he should give you his 101% attention with that soft low voice of his going “aqui estoy, que paso mi amor” while bringing his hand out to hold yours and guide you towards him so you stand in between his legs :(((,, allowing you the option of you want to sit on his lap so he can wrap his arm around you,, the everlasting longing look in his face if you reach your other hand out and caress the side of his face omg it would make him feel like you gave him the literal tierra y mar to make a planet out of love for you and i crY i absolutely literally bawl to him ayy no GÜEY CALLENSE ill stop here because i have a feeling i could go on for a good hot hour if i continue for my soft bebe :(

miguel angel:

mmmm this man too,, it’s been a hot minute since ive acknowledged him and it’s only because recently i saw an old gif set of him,, and i just couldn’t help but feel incapacitated because i saw that teasing glint in his eyes that he sometimes has and aughh,,,, so for todays focus i wanted to zero in on reassurance because this man would lowkey be a whore for it since he has so many walls built around him, but also because there’s a lot of ways this can go about and i feel vulnerable just thinking about it with him,,, like on exhibit a . i can imagine this going down when he’s doing those business meetings but over dinner type of setting you know? like it could be him stressing over it, or him on the edge of lashing out over some dumb shit his business partner just slipped out,, but i just imagine you :( discreetly moving your hand under the table, gently placing your hand on his thigh or even moving to hold his hand on top of the table like it’s a normal pda thing but for him it’s everything,, but either way when it comes from you it has this calm manner that you wash over him that it just automatically makes his temper go away and be at ease because youre right there with him acting like his personal rock, something I’ve always connected with him when he’s in a relationship :( and this would be one of those examples :( because i just imagine him letting his physical tension go away at that second and glance over at you and it’s like everything wrong just goes away in that second :( i dont know man i just im soft for that type of feeling :( or take exhibit b. as another way i can see this, like you know those times where we sometimes see him panicking before he has to do some big negotiation that could change the business ? yeah , i can just picture something where he’s just waiting for the seconds that feel like hours to him , to count down until he has to leave, but he’s already dressed up but he wouldn’t have his suit jacket on because he feels like the room is burning up, and it’s just so much stress that his collar of his shirt is untucked, his previously slicked back hair is slowly coming out of place, him pacing back and forth, probably muttering so much nonsense inside his head he doesn’t even notice that you walked in the room 5 minutes ago and have been staring him down, slightly worried :( and it’s not until you actually walk up to him, saying his name a bit louder while you place a hand on his shoulder to get him to stop moving that he actually comes back down to earth at that moment :( you seeing this slight panic and vulnerable look in his eyes as you smooth the worry lines over his face :( and just ,,, you giving him. this soft reassuring smile as like a quiet signal for him to blurt out whatever is on his mind (acting like his fucking rock im telling you) :( and youre just fixing him up again, straightening his shirt to look as sharp as ever, smoothing back his hair as you just listen to him and give him some slight encouragement that there’s nothing to worry about :( he’s just overthinking shit and omg i cant because i just imagine this soft loving ass look he’s shooting you with when he hears your soft voice speak back to him, fixing him up better than ever and you don’t even know, you have not a single clue just how much your apoyo and even just the small little things you do help him in more ways than one and just :( you give him the need to push but also be the person for him to let his worries out to with no shame and just breathe for once and i just i love that im sorry yall

enedina:

hahaaa surprise yallll, i actaully decided and braved up to write some words for her today and I’m going to see for the first time if it all works out, so naturally for me so i can feel comfortable and build up from here, we’ll start small, and i wanted to begin with something similar like miguel angel, but platonically and sibling-like for mi reina today,, because oooO the thought of being siblings and having this special bond with her put me in a mood, because when i think of you being siblings with her and how she carries herself,, she definitely ends up reflecting all of that attitude and confidence down onto you,, who she looks at like her hermanita/o no matter what age you reach,, you will always be her bebe who she looks over but makes her right hand man in anything and everything,, so getting quite to the point and cutting things briefly before i make a whole ass essay on being siblings with dina and what adventures that brings i want to set some examples because what does being her right hand mean? what does being her person to lay back on and talk about everything that comes to mind with? :( not only does it mean the two do you are always around eachother like a package duo,,, but it means that she’s always talking aloud everything to you, no matter if it’s the business, what she did last night, or the most random shit but she’s always speaking freely to you and you right back at her :( *special bonding moment sorry* and im sorry to take quite a turn here, :((( but :( that scene where she’s just absolutely devastated when she lost claudio :( not talking to anyone at all :( it doesn’t mean she shuts you out :( because :( you know how i said that her personality def rubbed off on you ? :( it means youre quite fuckkng stubborn when it comes down to shit like this with her,,, that youre the only one she actually lets in :( like I’m imagining you sneaking into her room in the early morning after it all happened :( giving her the tightest hug :( and just letting her break down into you :( and like you know when she’s watching her wedding tape back again? and she’s crying :( i imagine she would be laying her head in your lap :( hugging you :( while she has your arms wrapped around her, just quietly comforting her :( being her rock :( and it just feels like a refresher almost because she knows she doesn’t have to talk at all with you, because you would know her so well, and know how to comfort her at the right temperature until she’s ready :( and ughhh yeah :( i dont know :(

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[hausofmamadas]

NO MAMES KITTEEEE | Bc here we stan a side character with moxie y moda tan shingona

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✴︎ Good morrow, mi gente 💃🏻💃🏻 ✴︎

Can you actually believe someone asked me to dump summore gifs out into interwebs instead of me unsolicited shoving them down everyone's throat. I know, revolutionary. One for the books really and truly. But I did get an honest to goodness gif request from my df, dear friend @cositapreciosa (with additional support and screaming in caps from @narcolini)

cositapreciosa: *beeeep* hi Kay it's meeee, you said i could send some request your way, may i have a small gif set for our Kitty 👉👈 they can arrive whenever because i don't think i have another kitty fic for the moment, but i'll make sure to do one to baptise the new gifs 😌

narcolini: honestly… there are so few gifs of him that any would be a dream..

Am I woefully behind on react reblogs because I decided to make these??? and work this other Javivid instead Why yes, yes I am!!! I'm so glad you asked you didn't but as my dfs so thoughtfully pointed out, there is a distinct lack of Kitty Paez gifs in these here interwebs, the supply is abysmal, and it was a historic injustice that needed to be corrected esp because there are quite a few bomb ass Kitty fanfics in existence (see ⇢ here and ⇢ here for examples) and any future fics are in desperate need of visual aids and by visual aids, I do mean Bad Bunny shirtless and smiling and laughing like he is literally the sun itself and feeling fucking fine about it

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Narcos: Mexico - Season 3, Como La Flor

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Narcos: Mexico - Season 3, Los Juniors

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Narcos: Mexico - Season 3, Boots on the Ground

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Narcos: Mexico - Season 3, La Jefa

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And yeees, yea, I know you said "small gif set for our Kitty," and liiiiike I don't think.... it's not every single scene Kitty's in...? but ngl 👉👈 once I got going 👉👈 kskskskksksksk i couldn't stop. So instead of making 10, I made like 30. I just love him so much, enserio Bad Bunny estaba en una in this role and it's a travesty he wasn't featured more tbh like literally if we could just take every part rat-faced Romeo you know the one i'm talking about, the one with the Beetlejuice jacket, c'mon I'm not the only one who thought it, it's okay, this is a safe space is in and replace him with Kitty, it would satisfy a fraction of my need for more Arturo Kitty Paez. Like mans isn't even really a full blorb for me? Like he doesn't consume my every waking thought I only have so many thoughts and we all know the blorbs those are tied up over skskskks but every time he's on screen, I can't look away and I can't stop smiling?? yes, even when he's doing terrible thinks like street terrorism. So yeah in conclusion, Romeo was a waste and in this here house, Kitty is the one true narcojunior okay.

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PS. some bonus Món gifs that just idk magically found their way into the mix somehow, i have no idea, not sure, no tengo ni idea como han llegado esos ahí, mis cabrones, lo siento pero era impotente pa detener esto

↑ and this was the exact look of satisfaction on my face when i finished all these ↑

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#arturo kitty paez #kitty paez #bad bunny #ramon arellano felix #narcos mexico #narcojuniors #gifsongifsongifs #gif requests open #original gifs #also......... #did you guys fucking know #that the beta editor on the web version of tumblr allows you to post 30 images now #instead of 10 images #it would be way too convenient to roll that out in the mobile app tho #like that would just be craaazy #having the app be convenient and easy to navigate and make general sense

[narcolini]

almost to regret

arturo ‘kitty’ paez x f!reader, smut/angst, 18+, 1759 words

warnings for douchebaggery </3

for day 14 of whumpril: false smile & ‘i said i’m fine.’

a/n: thanku to @hausofmamadas for the gif, eres mi heroe, the best gifmakeraderro of all time

tagging: @cositapreciosa​ @empireroyals​ @drabbles-mc​ @marissa53115​ @iridescent-sol​ @thesandbeneathmytoes​ (hope ive remembered the right ppl for nmx ahh) 

If it wasn’t for his hands, his eyes, the way he remembers how you like it, this would feel like a bigger mistake than it is. Or maybe, the right amount of mistake, because it is Kitty, of course. You’ve been down this route before. He charms you, you let him, you fuck—and fuck and fuck—and then he gets bored. And you let him.

He smirks up from beneath you, palms running up your thighs. ‘It’s been a long time, right?’

‘Don’t,’ you stop him, ‘lets not talk about that.’

He laughs. You bounce with it, rocked by his waist in-between your knees.

‘Why not?’

Because then you’ll have to tell him, remind him, what kept you away. What sits like a nervous time bomb in the base of your stomach. You outgrew him, outgrew this, being one of his many conquests. It was fun then, you didn’t mind being a spin on his wheel. Now, it’s different. You told yourself you wouldn’t sleep with him again, until you knew it was you and only you, that crossed his mind. Until you were top of that little list of his. If you ever would be, that is.

He’d almost convinced you of it tonight; at dinner, at the bar afterwards. Asking about you, your family, how you’ve been since he saw you last, and listening with his full attention. No wandering gaze, no smirks across the room. If you didn’t know him better, you would’ve taken that alone as proof but, you know him better than anyone. It’s never that simple. You left the bar knowing that there was a bridge left for the two of you to cross, validation that you were looking for still, and maybe after another date you’d get it. Maybe after he’d opened up to you in return, it would feel genuine.

You were set on that.

Then he’d done what he does best, and convinced you of it anyway, keenly, with his lips on your neck, and his hands under the curve of your breasts. He got you home with him and willing, impossible to deny. What’s one time, right? You’ve been disciplined enough to resist him for months, so what’s one extra night, with the man you’ve already shown everything to. It’s a mutual exchange, a one time deal. You won’t let him sweep you up again, have you waiting on his call and wishing for his heart—he still has to work for that.

He’s lay waiting against the pillows, wondering what it is that you won’t tell him.  

‘You want to or not, Kitty?’ you say, tilting your head. The offer is timing out, Arturo. You might change your mind yet.

His eyes flash, excitement flitting across them. He looks up to you, your eyes, your lips, then down to your hand on his stomach. You watch the goosebumps purl up his skin, feel the length of him beneath your lap. He wants to.

‘Si, mami.’ He sits up, fingers spreading across your back as he holds you to him. ‘I want what you want,’ he says—purrs—into your neck, nose brushing the edge of your jaw.

You can feel him smiling, celebrating. You’ve been denying him of you, as much as you’ve been denying yourself of him, his touch. It’s only right that he enjoys it now.

You sigh, putting your head back, throat exposed and free for him to devour. Kitty doesn’t suit him, not all of the time. Tiger would be more accurate now. His kiss on your neck, hot and open-mouthed, his nails up the line of your spine. He goes to the clasp of your bra hungrily, but you stop him, leaning back before the hook can slip.

‘You first,’ you decide, peeling away.

He doesn’t complain, flopping back against the bed with a boyish grin, his arms propped up behind his curls to watch. The shirt’s undone already, split open and covering nothing at all, but his pants are annoying in place. The metal of his belt buckle is cold through your underwear, a sensation you’d enjoyed until it became an obstacle.

Shuffling backwards, you move down his legs far enough to get your hands where you need them to be, lifting his belt free of the clasp to sit open at his hips. He’s straining against the zipper already, eager now he knows it’s coming.

You take your time with it. Zipper down, button open. Kisses to the space beneath his navel—before you begin to pull. When you’ve got his pants off, with his help, kicking them from his feet, you work back up slowly, like you aren’t as keen as he is. You’ve got the patience to enjoy it. Hands up his shins, along his thighs, skimming over his boxers. You don’t remove them as he expects you to, but carry on past, up his body to savour the rest.

A taste of his chest, a nip at the skin by his collar bone.

You’ve missed this. Missed him.  

‘Diosmio,’ he breathes, barely audible, ‘m’estás matando, ya.’

You smile, by his head now, your tongue curling around his earlobe. ‘It’s only fair,’ you whisper. It’s what he’d do to you, if you let him.

Before he can reply, or ask for more, you roll your hips over his lap, allowing him the friction he’s desperate for.

He groans, fills his lungs with air and then, on the exhale, he sighs with someone else’s name on his lips: María.

You pause, pulling back to frown at him.

María.

He’s caught it in the same second you have, his eyes snapping open, your name said in recovery, over and over.

‘Sorry,’ he says, ‘I don’t know why I—sorry.’

But you do, you know why he said it, because after a few, they all get muddled, right?

‘It’s fine.’ It is fine. You shake your head, hair falling from behind your ears. ‘Just kiss me.’ Just get her name out of your head, and fast, put him in its place instead. Shit happens, right? It doesn’t mean anything.

You don’t have to let it mean anything.

He kisses you quickly, holding the side of your neck, winding his tongue in with yours. Trying too hard, suddenly. Moaning like you’re doing something you’re not. It doesn’t help the way he thinks it does, because he’s faking it now. Desperate to get you back to where you were. You can taste it, feel it. The insincerity pools in your mouth, dripping down your throat. It makes you sick, suddenly, knowing he’s kissing you like that, just to convince you—just to act like he’s glad that it’s you.

This is what you expected, remember? What you were testing the waters for. No matter how nice he was this evening, how attentive, you still aren’t the only one he plays with. You never will be, will you? It was crazy to expect that of him. To believe the touches were just for you, just how you like it. They must work on everyone, really, come on, they must work on María.

‘Wait,’ you say it against his lips before pulling away. ‘I don’t. Let’s just. Yeah.’ You sit upright, inviting the cool air between your bare stomachs; it can finish the sentences that you can’t, send the message for you.

In his defence, he looks genuinely upset about it. Eyebrows titling, expression doe-like. You had expected him to roll his eyes. ‘Really?’ he asks. ‘But it does’t mean anything, she doesn’t mean anything.’ He laughs—a nervous tick. ‘It just came out, ya sabes.’

You nod, resolve settling in, you don’t want this. Won’t go through it all again. You’re shuffling down the bed, away from him, as he continues his defence.

‘Mami, por favor,’ he wines, hooking a hand around your wrist. ‘Forget I said it. You know what it’s like once you start doing that with your mouth. My dick takes over my brain.’

You scoff. As if that’s a compliment. Even his cock can’t remember you.

‘No, I think I should.’ You swallow, pulling free of him to reach for your jeans. ‘Yeah, I’m gonna go.’

Go, and forget this even happened, right back into a life of ignoring his calls and pretending he has no effect on you. You dress with a clumsy speed that leaves your jean leg half-way up your shin, and your shirt on inside out, but it doesn’t matter. The embarrassment of the situation, your own misjudgment, crawls up your neck, hot in your ears. The sooner you’re out of here, the better.

He’s off the bed and after you, bare feet slapping on the floor as he follows you from the bedroom. ‘No podemos hablar de eso?’ he asks, voice thick with surprise. ‘Are you that mad?'

‘It’s fine, Kitty. I’m fine.’ He didn’t do anything wrong, after all. You can’t fault him for being exactly who you expect him to be. ‘I have to go.’

You bend to scoop your shoes from the hall, juggling them in your arms along with your coat, your bag. The further you get from his bedroom, the more things you gather, collected from the trail you’d left on your way in.

‘Then why are you running away?’ he pants, voice elevating slightly. The further you get from his bedroom, the more he loses, pieces of you chipping from his grasp. ‘Let me fix it, baby, let me show you.’

You turn, to stop him chasing you any further, and put your hand out to his chest. Palm an inch from making contact. ‘I said I’m fine. Please,’ you sigh, closing your eyes briefly, ‘just let it go, and I will too.’

His head tilts, falling to his shoulder. ‘Mami…’

‘No, Arturo.’ You force a smile, a soft one, so that it might be convincing. Gentle, even. ‘We had fun, no? Before now?’

You wait for him to nod.

‘Let’s leave it like that, then.’ Your arms tighten around the bundle of belongings over your chest. ‘Let’s not ruin it by pretending to be people we aren’t, okay?’

The edge of his jaw flexes; he’s biting down on a response that he knows you won’t take, holding back on arguing, because he knows that you’re right. Eventually, he nods again, and you meet it with another false smile, before turning to unlatch the door.

Nothing lost, nothing gained. You’re both back to how you’re supposed to be—better apart, than you ever were together.

#Kitty Paez x Reader #kitty x reader #narcos mexico fanfiction #narcos mexico imagine #whumpril2023 #im catching up i AM i am #i am #long time no see kitty

[if-not-now-tell-me-when]

The full passenger manifest of Uruguayan Air Force Flight 571, which set off from Montevido, Uruguay to Santiago, Chile, on October 12th, 1972.

1. Francisco Abal

2. Carlos Paez Rodriguez

3. Roberto Francois Alvarez

4. Daniel Maspons Hossa

5. Gilberto Regules Zorrilla

6. Marcelo Pérez del Castillo

7. Roy Harley Sanchez

8. Jorge Hounie Sere

9. Julio Martinez Lamas

10. Gaston Costemalle Jardi

11. Arturo Nogueira Paullier

12. Felipe Maquirriain

13. Diego Storm Gornah

14. Alfredo Delgado

15. Alvaro Mangino

16. Jose P. Algorta Duran

17. Francisco Nicola Brusa

18. Esther Horta de Nicola

19. Antonio Vizintin Brandi

20. Susanna E. Parrado Dolgay

21. Eugenia Dolgay de Parrado

22. Fernando Parrado Dolgay

23. Eduardo Strauch Urioste

24. Adolfo Strauch Urioste

25. Daniel Shaw Urioste

26. Gustavo Zerbino Stajano

27. Roberto Canessa Urta

28. Gustavo Nicholich Arocena

29. Fernando Vasquez Nerel

30. Jose Luis Inciarte Vasquez

31. Daniel Fernandez Strauch

32. Rafael Echavarren Vasque

33. Numa Turcatti Pesquera

34. Alfredo Cibils

35. Carlos Valeta Vallendor

36. Enrique Platero Riet

37. Javier Methol Abal

38. Liliana Navarro de Methol

39. Ramon Sabella

40. Juan Carlos Menendez Vilascca

41. Graciela Obdulia Augusto Gumila de Mariani

42. Guido Jose Magri

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[miracleintheandes]

The avalanche

Sixteen days after the crash, when the survivors thought their predicament could not get any worse, it did.

On October 29th, an avalanche buried the fuselage and claimed eight lives. Roy Harley was still awake and heard an intense buzz, similar to a herd of horses. He jumped to his feet just as the snow filled the interior of the fuselage, covering his sleeping companions on the floor.

Roy panicked. He thought everyone was going to die and he would be left alone in those dire conditions. Rafael Echavarren and Arturo Nogueira - who had severely broken legs - slept in hammocks and weren’t buried by the snow, but they could do very little to help.

He initially freed Carlitos Paez and then others who had their hands sticking out of the snow. As more people were freed, they started digging until almost everyone could breathe again. For Gustavo “Coco” Nicholich, Diego Storm, Liliana Methol, Enrique Platero, Daniel Maspons, Juan Carlos Menendez, Carlos Roque and Marcelo Perez del Castillo, it was too late.

Coco and Diego were part of a tight-knit friend group that consisted of the two of them plus survivors Carlitos Paez, Roy Harley and Bobby François.

Here's a couple photos of the group of friends:

(from left to right: Diego, Roy, Carlitos and Coco)

On the tenth day of the ordeal, to the utmost despair of the group, they heard on the radio that all searches for the wreckage had been suspended by the Uruguayan authorities. Coco said, “We have good news and bad news. The bad news is that they stopped looking for us. The good news is that our survival doesn’t rely on anyone but ourselves”. He wrote letters to his girlfriend Rosita that were later given to his family.

Here's Coco and Rosita:

Liliana was the last surviving woman of the group. She had a profound revulsion to the idea of eating human flesh and only managed to do so when she thought of her four children and how much she wanted to see them again.

Here are a few pictures of Liliana with her kids:

Enrique Platero was close to survivor Pedro Algorta, while Daniel Maspons was Roberto Canessa’s best friend.

Carlos Roque was the plane’s mechanic and the last surviving member of the crew. Juan Carlos Menendez was a law student and friends with Numa Turcatti and survivor Pancho Delgado.

Marcelo Perez del Castillo was the Old Christians’ captain. He felt guilty for the crash, because he had made the arrangements for the trip to Chile.

From day one, he showed incredible initiative, dividing tasks and coming up with the idea of sealing the back of the fuselage with chairs and luggage, which prevented everyone from dying of hypothermia. Marcelo never doubted that they would be rescued very soon, so when it became known that the searches had been suspended he became very depressed.

More pictures of Marcelo, plus his family:

Several survivors claim to have experienced a profound sense of peace while trapped under the snow, with their entire lives flashing before their eyes.

For three days, throughout a snowstorm, the nineteen remaining survivors were piled up in a tiny part of the fuselage, near the cockpit (the plane’s nose pointed slightly upwards). Their clothes got wet, increasing the cold. The oxygen was running out, so Nando Parrado poked a hole on the ceiling and through the several feet of snow that covered the fuselage.

Numa Turcatti, Carlitos Paez and Pancho Delgado “celebrated” their birthdays during those three days (October 30th, October 31st and November 1st, respectively).

Once the snowstorm was over, they escaped through the windows of the cockpit and started digging the snow out of the fuselage. It took them fifteen days to clean it all out.

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Bad Bunny Net Worth 2023, Bio, Age, Height, Career, Family, Girlfriend 

The past few years have seen an exponential rise in Bad Bunny’s net worth, as well as a phenomenal leap to fame. His innovative sound and trend-setting style have turned him into a recognizable figure among Latin music enthusiasts.

The celebrity and fortune his success has granted him have paved the way for other Latin artists to achieve recognition in the mainstream industry.

In this article, we will delve into the particulars of Bad Bunny’s net worth, biography, career, age, height, weight, awards, girlfriend, and salary.

Bad Bunny Net Worth 2023, Bio, Age, Height, Career, Family, Girlfriend

Born on March 10, 1994, Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio, better known as Bad Bunny, grew up in the working-class family of a truck driver and schoolteacher in Vega Baja, Puerto Rico.

From a young age, Bad Bunny was immersed in the musical world of Vico C and Tego Calderón and was passionate about hip-hop. He was also an ardent basketball player in his youth.

Also Read- Tim McGraw Net Worth & Bio

Bad Bunny started his music journey as a SoundCloud artist in 2015, putting out his songs on the internet. He soon grabbed the attention of DJ Luian, who signed him with his label, Hear This Music.

In 2016, his first single, “Diles” was released featuring Ozuna, Arcangel and Farruko, making waves and putting him in the limelight of the Latin music industry.

In 2017, Bad Bunny catapulted to fame with the hit single “Soy Peor,” creating a social media buzz. An accompanying YouTube music video amassing millions of views only added to the fame.

Later that year, he released additional songs, such as “Chambea,” “Amorfoda,” and “Estamos Bien,” featuring well-known artists like Cardi B, J Balvin, and Drake.

The following year, Bad Bunny released his debut album, “X 100pre,” which achieved widespread recognition from fans and critics. Among its popular songs were “Mía,” “I Like It,” and “Soltera.”

Throughout his career, Bad Bunny has created numerous collaborations with artists such as Daddy Yankee, Nicky Jam, and Anuel AA.

His achievements are impressive, receiving awards such as Latin Grammy Awards, Billboard Latin Music Awards, and Premios Juventud.

Additionally, he has featured in multiple films and TV series, with 2020 seeing him make his acting debut in Narcos: Mexico as Arturo “Kitty” Paez.

At the 2023 Grammys, Bad Bunny was crowned the victor for the Best Musica Urbana Album…. Read More

#bad bunny #pop music #Bad Bunny net worth #reggaeton #rap #latin music #hip hop

[thebobby1432world]

Bad Bunny Wiki, Biography, Age, Height, Weight, Family, Net Worth

Bad Bunny Wiki: Bad Bunny, whose real name is Benito Antonio Martinez Ocasio, is a rapper, songwriter, and singer from Puerto Rico. His estimated net worth in 2023 is $20 million. Bad Bunny was born and raised in Almirante Sur, Vega Baja, Puerto Rico, in a middle-class Catholic Christian family. He is well known for his unique style and deep voice. He usually makes reggaeton and Latin trap, but he has also tried his hand at the soul, bachata, rock, and other styles. Bad Bunny WikiBad Bunny Family, Girlfriend Bad Bunny Physical Appearance Bad Bunny's Net Worth Bad Bunny Favourite Things He is working with Daddy Yankee, Jhay Cortez, Arcangel, Residente, Farruko, J Balvin, and a lot of other artists right now. He went to the Baldwin School of Puerto Rico for his early schooling and went on to complete his degree from the Universidad de Puerto Rico—Recinto de Arecibo. Bad Bunny's talent was evident from a young age, and he was praised for his singing and other extracurricular activities during his childhood.

Bad Bunny Wiki

Bad Bunny Wiki

NameBad BunnyNet Worth$20 MillionDate of Birth10 March 1994CategoryCelebrityAge29 Years OldBirth PlaceAlmirante Sur, Vega Baja, Puerto RicoAddressSan Juan, Puerto RicoProfessionRapper, Songwriter, and SingerDebutTV Series: Sugar (2018) Music Video: Otra Vez (2016) Film: F9 (2021)Years Active2016 – PresentFamous RoleEverardo Arturo “Kitty” Paez in the TV Series Narcos: Mexico (2021)NationalityPuerto Rican-AmericanReligionCatholic-ChristianEthnicityPuerto Rican DescentHometownAlmirante Sur, Vega Baja, Puerto RicoZodiac SignPiscesSchool/High SchoolBaldwin School of Puerto Rico, Puerto RicoCollege/UniversityUniversidad de Puerto Rico – Recinto de Arecibo, Puerto RicoEducation QualificationGraduate Bad Bunny Family, Girlfriend Father NameTito MartinezMother NameLysaurie Ocasio DecletBrother NameBernie Martinez Ocasio Bysael Martinez OcasioSister NameNot KnownGirlfriendGabriela BerlingeriMarital StatusUnmarried Bad Bunny Physical Appearance Height (approx)in centimeters: 185 cm in meters: 1.85 m in feet inches: 5’ 11”Weight (approx)in kilograms: 75 kg in pounds: 165 lbsEye ColourDark BrownHair ColourLight Brown Bad Bunny's Net Worth Net Worth$43 million – $45 million USDMonthly Income/ Salary$50k – $60k USDNet Worth (2022)$38 million – $40 million USD Bad Bunny Favourite Things FoodEmpanadillasColorRed, BlueMovieFast, and Furious Movie SeriesActorVin DieselActressMichelle RodriguezSongSee You AgainSingerWiz KhalifaCarLamborghiniDestinationLas VegasPetDog, Rabbit Disclaimer: The above information is for general informational purposes only. All information on the Site is provided in good faith, however, we make no representation or warranty of any kind, express or implied, regarding the accuracy, adequacy, validity, reliability, availability, or completeness of any information on the Site. Read the full article

#BadBunny #BadBunnyWiki #Biography

[benitos-bunny]

Narcos: Mexico | Los Juniors (3x03) -  Arturo 'Kitty' Paez by Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio

#bad bunny #bad bunny gifs #el conejo malo #benito martinez #narcos: mexico #netflixedit #tvedit #my gifs #gifset #lion gifs

[thelastuniverse]

GRAMMYs Awards 2021

GENERAL FIELD

Record Of The Year: ‘EVERYTHING I WANTED’ — Billie Eilish Finneas O’Connell, producer; Rob Kinelski & Finneas O’Connell, engineers/mixers; John Greenham, mastering engineer

Album Of The Year: ‘FOLKLORE’ — Taylor Swift Jack Antonoff, Aaron Dessner & Taylor Swift, producers; Jack Antonoff, Aaron Dessner, Serban Ghenea, John Hanes, Jonathan Low & Laura Sisk, engineers/mixers; Aaron Dessner & Taylor Swift, songwriters; Randy Merrill, mastering engineer

Song Of The Year: ‘I CAN’T BREATHE’ — Dernst Emile II, H.E.R. & Tiara Thomas, songwriters (H.E.R.)

Best New Artist: Megan Thee Stallion

POP

Best Pop Solo Performance: ‘WATERMELON SUGAR’ — Harry Styles

Best Pop Duo/Group Performance: ‘RAIN ON ME’ — Lady Gaga with Ariana Grande

Best Traditional Pop Vocal Album: ‘AMERICAN STANDARD’ — James Taylor

Best Pop Vocal Album: ‘FUTURE NOSTALGIA’ — Dua Lipa

DANCE/ELECTRONIC MUSIC

Best Dance Recording: ‘10%’ — Kaytranada Featuring Kali Uchis Kaytranada, producer; Neal H. Pogue, mixer

Best Dance/Electronic Album: ‘BUBBA’ — Kaytranada

CONTEMPORARY INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC

Best Contemporary Instrumental Album: ‘LIVE AT THE ROYAL ALBERT HALL’ — Snarky Puppy

ROCK

Best Rock Performance: ‘SHAMEIKA’ — Fiona Apple

Best Metal Performance: ‘BUM-RUSH’ — Body Count

Best Rock Song: ‘STAY HIGH’ — Brittany Howard, songwriter (Brittany Howard)

Best Rock Album: ‘THE NEW ABNORMAL’ — The Strokes

ALTERNATIVE

Best Alternative Music Album: ‘FETCH THE BOLT CUTTERS’ — Fiona Apple

R&B

Best R&B Performance: ‘BLACK PARADE’ — Beyoncé

Best Traditional R&B Performance: ‘ANYTHING FOR YOU’ — Ledisi

Best R&B Song: ‘BETTER THAN I IMAGINED’ — Robert Glasper, Meshell Ndegeocello & Gabriella Wilson, songwriters (Robert Glasper Featuring H.E.R. & Meshell Ndegeocello)

Best Progressive R&B Album: ‘IT IS WHAT IT IS’ — Thundercat

Best R&B Album: ‘BIGGER LOVE’ — John Legend

RAP

Best Rap Performance: ‘SAVAGE ‘— Megan Thee Stallion Featuring Beyoncé

Best Melodic Rap Performance: ‘LOCKDOWN’ — Anderson .Paak

Best Rap Song: ‘SAVAGE’ — Beyoncé, Shawn Carter, Brittany Hazzard, Derrick Milano, Terius Nash, Megan Pete, Bobby Session Jr., Jordan Kyle Lanier Thorpe & Anthony White, songwriters (Megan Thee Stallion Featuring Beyoncé)

Best Rap Album: ‘KING’S DISEASE’ — Nas

COUNTRY

Best Country Solo Performance: ‘WHEN MY AMY PRAYS’ — Vince Gill

Best Country Duo/Group Performance: ‘10,000 HOURS’ — Dan + Shay & Justin Bieber

Best Country Song: ‘CROWDED TABLE’ — Brandi Carlile, Natalie Hemby & Lori McKenna, songwriters (The Highwomen)

Best Country Album: ‘WILDCARD’ — Miranda Lambert

NEW AGE

Best New Age Album: ‘MORE GUITAR STORIES’ — Jim “Kimo” West

JAZZ

Best Improvised Jazz Solo: ‘ALL BLUES’ — Chick Corea, soloist Track from: Trilogy 2 (Chick Corea, Christian McBride & Brian Blade)

Best Jazz Vocal Album: ‘SECRETS ARE THE BEST STORIES’ — Kurt Elling Featuring Danilo Pérez

Best Jazz Instrumental Album: ‘TRILOGY 2’ — Chick Corea, Christian McBride & Brian Blade

Best Large Jazz Ensemble Album: ‘DATA LORDS’ — Maria Schneider Orchestra

Best Latin Jazz Album: ‘FOUR QUESTIONS’ — Arturo O’Farrill & The Afro Latin Jazz Orchestra

GOSPEL/CONTEMPORARY CHRISTIAN MUSIC

Best Gospel Performance/Song: ‘MOVIN’ ON’ — Jonathan McReynolds & Mali Music; Darryl L. Howell, Jonathan Caleb McReynolds, Kortney Jamaal Pollard & Terrell Demetrius Wilson, songwriters

Best Contemporary Christian Music Performance/Song: ‘THERE WAS JESUS’ — Zach Williams & Dolly Parton; Casey Beathard, Jonathan Smith & Zach Williams, songwriters

Best Gospel Album: ‘GOSPEL ACCORDING TO PJ’ — PJ Morton

Best Contemporary Christian Music Album: ‘JESUS IS KING’ — Kanye West

Best Roots Gospel Album: ‘CELEBRATING FISK! (THE 150TH ANNIVERSARY ALBUM)’ — Fisk Jubilee Singers

LATIN

Best Latin Pop or Urban Album: ‘YHLQMDLG’ — Bad Bunny

Best Latin Rock or Alternative Album: ‘LA CONQUISTA DEL ESPACIO’ —Fito Paez

Best Regional Mexican Music Album (Including Tejano): ‘UN CANTO POR MÉXICO, VOL. 1’ — Natalia Lafourcade

Best Tropical Latin Album: ‘40’ — Grupo Niche

AMERICAN ROOTS MUSIC

Best American Roots Performance: ‘I REMEMBER EVERYTHING’ — John Prine

Best American Roots Song: ‘I REMEMBER EVERYTHING’ — Pat McLaughlin & John Prine, songwriters (John Prine)

Best Americana Album: ‘WORLD ON THE GROUND’ — Sarah Jarosz

Best Bluegrass Album: ‘HOME’ — Billy Strings

Best Traditional Blues Album: ‘RAWER THAN RAW’ — Bobby Rush

Best Contemporary Blues Album: ‘HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND YET?’ —Fantastic Negrito

Best Folk Album: ‘ALL THE GOOD TIMES’ — Gillian Welch & David Rawlings

Best Regional Roots Music Album: ‘ATMOSPHERE’ — New Orleans Nightcrawlers

REGGAE

Best Reggae Album: ‘GOT TO BE TOUGH’ — Toots & The Maytals

GLOBAL MUSIC

Best Global Music Album: ‘TWICE AS TALL’ — Burna Boy

CHILDREN’S

Best Children’s Music Album: ‘ALL THE LADIES’ — Joanie Leeds

SPOKEN WORD

Best Spoken Word Album (Includes Poetry, Audio Books & Storytelling): ‘BLOWOUT: CORRUPTED DEMOCRACY, ROGUE STATE RUSSIA, AND THE RICHEST, MOST DESTRUCTIVE INDUSTRY ON EARTH’ — Rachel Maddow

COMEDY

Best Comedy Album: ‘BLACK MITZVAH’ — Tiffany Haddish

MUSICAL THEATER

Best Musical Theater Album: ‘JAGGED LITTLE PILL’ — Kathryn Gallagher, Celia Rose Gooding, Lauren Patten & Elizabeth Stanley, principal soloists; Neal Avron, Pete Ganbarg, Tom Kitt, Michael Parker, Craig Rosen & Vivek J. Tiwary, producers (Glen Ballard, composer; Alanis Morissette, composer & lyricist) (Original Broadway Cast)

MUSIC FOR VISUAL MEDIA

Best Compilation Soundtrack For Visual Media: ‘JOJO RABBIT’ — (Various Artists) Taika Waititi, compilation producer

Best Score Soundtrack For Visual Media: ‘JOKER’ — Hildur Guðnadóttir, composer

Best Song Written For Visual Media: ‘NO TIME TO DIE [FROM NO TIME TO DIE]’ — Billie Eilish O’Connell & Finneas Baird O’Connell, songwriters (Billie Eilish)

COMPOSING/ARRANGING

Best Instrumental Composition: ‘SPUTNIK’ — Maria Schneider, composer (Maria Schneider)

Best Arrangement, Instrumental or A Cappella: ‘DONNA LEE’ — John Beasley, arranger (John Beasley)

Best Arrangement, Instruments and Vocals: ‘HE WON’T HOLD YOU’ —Jacob Collier, arranger (Jacob Collier Featuring Rapsody)

PACKAGE

Best Recording Package: ‘VOLS. 11 & 12’ — Doug Cunningham & Jason Noto, art directors (Desert Sessions)

Best Boxed Or Special Limited Edition Package: ‘ODE TO JOY’ — Lawrence Azerrad & Jeff Tweedy, art directors (Wilco)

NOTES

Best Album Notes: ‘DEAD MAN’S POP’ — Bob Mehr, album notes writer (The Replacements)

HISTORICAL

Best Historical Album: ‘IT’S SUCH A GOOD FEELING: THE BEST OF MISTER ROGERS’ — Lee Lodyga & Cheryl Pawelski, compilation producers; Michael Graves, mastering engineer (Mister Rogers)

PRODUCTION, NON-CLASSICAL

Best Engineered Album, Non-Classical: ‘HYPERSPACE’ — Drew Brown, Julian Burg, Andrew Coleman, Paul Epworth, Shawn Everett, Serban Ghenea, David Greenbaum, John Hanes, Beck Hansen, Jaycen Joshua, Greg Kurstin, Mike Larson, Cole M.G.N., Alex Pasco & Matt Wiggins, engineers; Randy Merrill, mastering engineer (Beck)

Producer Of The Year, Non-Classical: ANDREW WATT

• Break My Heart (Dua Lipa) (T) • Me And My Guitar (A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie) (T) • Midnight Sky (Miley Cyrus) (S) • Old Me (5 Seconds Of Summer) (T) • Ordinary Man (Ozzy Osbourne Featuring Elton John) (T) • Take What You Want (Post Malone Featuring Ozzy Osbourne & Travis Scott) (T) • Under The Graveyard (Ozzy Osbourne) (T)

Best Remixed Recording: ‘ROSES (IMANBEK REMIX)’ — Imanbek Zeikenov, remixer (SAINt JHN)

PRODUCTION, IMMERSIVE AUDIO

Best Immersive Audio Album: Due to the COVID-19 pandemic, the Best Immersive Audio Album Craft Committee was unable to meet. The judging of the entries in this category has been postponed until such time that we are able to meet in a way that is appropriate to judge the many formats and configurations of the entries and is safe for the committee members. The nominations for the 63rd GRAMMYs will be announced next year in addition to (and separately from) the 64th GRAMMY nominations in the category

PRODUCTION, CLASSICAL

Best Engineered Album, Classical: ‘SHOSTAKOVICH: SYMPHONY NO. 13, ‘BABI YAR’ — David Frost & Charlie Post, engineers; Silas Brown, mastering engineer (Riccardo Muti & Chicago Symphony Orchestra)

Producer Of The Year, Classical: DAVID FROST

 Beethoven: Piano Sonatas, Vol. 9 (Jonathan Biss) • Gershwin: Porgy And Bess (David Robertson, Frederick Ballentine, Angel Blue, Denyce Graves, Latonia Moore, Eric Owens, Metropolitan Opera Orchestra & Chorus) • Gluck: Orphée & Eurydice (Harry Bicket, Dmitry Korchak, Andriana Chuchman, Lauren Snouffer, Lyric Opera Of Chicago Orchestra & Chorus) • Holst: The Planets; The Perfect Fool (Michael Stern & Kansas City Symphony) • Muhly: Marnie (Robert Spano, Isabel Leonard, Christopher Maltman, Denyce Graves, Iestyn Davies, Janis Kelly, Metropolitan Opera Orchestra & Chorus) • Schubert: Piano Sonatas, D. 845, D. 894, D. 958, D. 960 (Shai Wosner) • Shostakovich: Symphony №13, ‘Babi Yar’ (Riccardo Muti, Alexey Tikhomirov, Chicago Symphony Orchestra & Chorus)

CLASSICAL

Best Orchestral Performance: ‘IVES: COMPLETE SYMPHONIES’ — Gustavo Dudamel, conductor (Los Angeles Philharmonic)

Best Opera Recording: ‘GERSHWIN: PORGY AND BESS’ — David Robertson, conductor; Frederick Ballentine, Angel Blue, Denyce Graves, Latonia Moore & Eric Owens; David Frost, producer (The Metropolitan Opera Orchestra; The Metropolitan Opera Chorus)

Best Choral Performance: ‘DANIELPOUR: THE PASSION OF YESHUAH’ — JoAnn Falletta, conductor; James K. Bass & Adam Luebke, chorus masters (James K. Bass, J’Nai Bridges, Timothy Fallon, Kenneth Overton, Hila Plitmann & Matthew Worth; Buffalo Philharmonic Orchestra; Buffalo Philharmonic Chorus & UCLA Chamber Singers)

Best Chamber Music/Small Ensemble Performance: ‘CONTEMPORARY VOICES’ — Pacifica Quartet

Best Classical Instrumental Solo: ‘THEOFANIDIS: CONCERTO FOR VIOLA AND CHAMBER ORCHESTRA’ — Richard O’Neill; David Alan Miller, conductor (Albany Symphony)

Best Classical Solo Vocal Album: ‘SMYTH: THE PRISON’ — Sarah Brailey & Dashon Burton; James Blachly, conductor (Experiential Chorus; Experiential Orchestra)

Best Classical Compendium: ‘THOMAS, M.T.: FROM THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK & MEDITATIONS ON RILKE’— Isabel Leonard; Michael Tilson Thomas, conductor; Jack Vad, producer

Best Contemporary Classical Composition: ‘ROUSE: SYMPHONY NO. 5’ — Christopher Rouse, composer (Giancarlo Guerrero & Nashville Symphony)

MUSIC VIDEO/FILM

Best Music Video: ‘BROWN SKIN GIRL’ — Beyoncé, Blue Ivy & WizKid , Beyoncé Knowles-Carter & Jenn Nkiru, video directors; Astrid Edwards, Aya Kaida, Jean Mougin, Nathan Scherrer & Erinn Williams, video producers

Best Music Film: ‘LINDA RONSTADT: THE SOUND OF MY VOICE’ — Linda Ronstadt, Rob Epstein & Jeffrey Friedman, video directors; Michele Farinola & James Keach, video producers

#grammys #grammys awards #Awards #2021

[cositapreciosa]

I love Kitty so much and I never realized it😭 I just love the way you portray his carelessness and wilderness. Can I request something about him helping muse get out of her comfort zone/challenging her to bring out the wild in her too

Salvaje

Arturo '' Kitty '' Paez x female!reader (use of spanish female pet names, you are wearing a skirt, mention of drug use/alcool, beating someone up, the usual for the show), 2309 words

a/n : Another Kitty fic for the fam 😌 i am begging plz someone get on the Kitty Paez gif train, I am this close to paying @yourlocalspacewitxch and yall know that means i'm having a mental breakdown

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

‘’ Ven pa' cá. ‘’ Arturo looks up to you as you stand in front of him, raising his beer to his lips ‘’ Sit with me. ‘’

On his lap he means, you can never seem to be able to sit on a chair when he’s in the room. His embrace is inviting, legs spread on the leather booth, his shirt slightly unbuttoned. It’s for the style, mami, he always says, It’s not church day today, is it?

‘’There are other people in the room, Arturo. ‘’ you scold him.

The music is loud around you, flashes of blue and pink lights spreading around the floors and across your face. It is always a bit too public for your liking, when he pulls you down to him and tucks you to his chest, runs his hand on your thigh,

‘’ They won’t tell your mom we had sex before marriage if that’s what you’re scared of. ‘’

‘’ ¡Ay! That’s not it, grosero. ‘’ you cry out, eyes wide. After a minute, you cave in with a sigh, falling down next to him.

Saying no to him has proven time and time again to be difficult because you did want to sit on his lap most of the time. His arm moves around you, fingers wrapping around your hair, playing with the strands. His thigh is warm against yours. It tugs at your chest but you still do it, stretching your legs over his lap, sliding a bit closer to his side.

‘’ You know you don’t have to if you don’t want to. ‘’

You had never been the most outgoing person, preferring to stay in your routine, the things you knew and could stick to, never one for public affection. That is until you started going out with Arturo Paez of all people,

‘’ I know. ‘’ your fingers caress his jaw, ‘’ I don’t mind it tonight. ‘’

His eyes look at you over his glasses, questioning, laughing. He always knows. You roll your eyes, pushing his head away from yours with a laugh,

‘’ Alright, alright, I feel so fucking exposed right now. This skirt is way too short. ‘’

He kisses his teeth, smiling as he tugs the material down your thighs a bit,

‘’ I mean, it does look super hot and long enough in my opinion. I can give you my jacket if you want? ‘’

You shake your head, taking a beer from the table. When you first met him, you thought nothing good would come out of it. In a way, Arturo was everything you weren’t, and what you believed was going to be a summer fling, rapidly turned more serious as the weeks went on. For someone so careless, he did take great care in respecting your boundaries and making sure everyone around you did the same,

‘’ I’m good, guapo. I wanted to wear it, I’ll tough it out. ‘’

You take a sip from your beer, looking around. The second floor of Roxanne always seemed to be the place everyone would end up. You didn’t mind it, free drinks, good company, and the once-in-a-while heart attack while trying to keep Arturo out of fights. I won’t let them talk to you like that, he always shouts, throat raw and sunglasses on the floor. He tends to be quick with his fists, your man, and as much as you wish you could be there every time to stop the blood from spilling, you know it is simply impossible.

You feel your legs slip from his lap as he stands up. He makes sure to pull your skirt down one more time before straightening up,

‘’ You want something else to drink? This tastes like piss. ‘’

You snort, pushing the bottle into his hand for him to dispose of,

‘’ Please, I’ve never had a beer this disgusting ever. ‘’

‘’ I don’t even know why you always take one anyway,‘’ he retorts with a smile.

‘’ When in ‘dumb boys who only drink piss-tasting beer’ territory, do as the dumb boys do. ‘’

He laughs, taking your chin between his fingers, teasing.

‘’ I’m pretty sure this is not how the saying goes, mami. ‘’

Your hand presses against his stomach, pushing him away playfully. The smile on your face is wide and genuine. There’s something intimate about the moment as if the music slowed down and the lights stopped throbbing,

‘’ I’m pretty sure you don’t even know what the saying even is. ‘’

He mocks your words back to you, brown eyes rolling behind his shades,

‘’ You want that cocktail, sí o no? ‘’

You nod, keeping your mouth shut this time as you watch him disappear into the crowd. Months ago you would have stayed home on a Saturday night, you were content those days, alone and with few friends, doing your thing. You are still as content now as you were back then, when Arturo picks you up in the middle of the night, throwing rocks at your window, when he tells you to jump in the pool with him, telling you the owners are not coming home for weeks as he pulls on your bikini straps,

‘’ You’re Kitty’s girlfriend, right? ‘’

There are new legs in front of you, tight jeans and unlaced running shoes. Far from the colorful slacks and polo shirts you are used to seeing,

‘’ I guess you could say that,‘’ you answer back, looking up.

You have met him before, at another party, again all tight pants and unkempt shoes. You can’t remember his name, as much as you try, but you do remember Ramon telling you that he didn’t like him. Untrustworthy, he had said, a rat that would sell us out the second they come knocking. You didn’t realize what he was talking about at the time. They do let him hang out once in a while, something about ‘a big pool’ and ‘free shots’. His eyes are fixed on you, unmoving, glazed,

‘’ You guess? ‘’

Whatever fun you had is now long gone. You take a deep breath, he is way more in your personal space than you had realized. He is a man your age, you can tell, pupils blown, drugged out on god knows what, and with the confidence of a madman,

‘’ I would leave me alone if I were you. ‘’

He takes a step forward, knees bumping into yours. Your tongue rolls in your mouth, don’t bite, that’s what he wants, don’t do it. You can tell how sweaty he is from your seat, nose twitching,

‘’ Why? Cause he’s scary and all? ‘’

His fingers reach out, grabbing your cheek as if scolding a child, lips curling in anger. You shake his hand off,

‘’ Pendejo, I’ll tell you once, step back- ‘’

‘’ You think I’m scared of him?! ‘’

This feels personal at this point. You can tell. Whatever this is, whoever you are, it doesn’t matter. It’s all about Arturo, Kitty. You are not sure how it happens, how your fingers wrap around an empty beer bottle laying on the table, how the words coming out of your mouth sound so menacing, so not you,

‘’ Me tocas otra vez, and I’ll kill you. ‘’

He takes a step forwards and the bottle smashes the right side of his head, shards of glass flying around, biting into your skin. The movement is swift, precise, bullseyes. The music doesn’t stop, but the people around you do, standing still, waiting for what comes next. The boy hasn’t moved yet, head on the side, blood dripping down his face. That shut him up for sure. You didn’t miss how Ramon stood up from his chair in the corner of the room, darting toward you. What you did miss was how fast Arturo crossed the few meters separating you, smashing your cocktail at the boy’s feet. His hands wrap around the boy’s collar as he tosses him over the lounge table like a ragdoll,

‘’ Why the fuck you got your hands on my girl, hijo de la chingada- ‘’

Arturo raises him up by the shirt and slams him back down against the glass table, beer bottles rolling off the edge,

‘’ Why is it always you causing problems? ‘’ he shouts. His grip is firm, eyes wide, teeth clenched, ‘’ You didn't get the message last time, asshole? Had to try and get my girl involved too, hm? ‘’

You had seen your man fight before, how he spilled blood, how his blood got spilled. Never had you seen his knuckles so white, his shoulders so tense, his eyes so dark. You can already taste blood in your mouth before his fist hits the boy’s face, once, twice. His sunglasses are slipping down his nose more and more each time,

‘’ Arturo, please, ‘’ You take a step forward putting a hand in the middle of his back, your palm hurts at the pressure, bleeding. You don’t want this, you think, this is too much, ‘’ Bring me home, I just want to go home. ‘’

You can almost hear him breathing over the music, heavy and deep, using all the self-restraint he can muster. A minute goes by and you have to pull at his shirt, damp with sweat, to catch his attention. Silently begging him once more to let go. He steps away with a groan, pushing away whatever is left of the man. He turns to you, chains swinging, tangled.

Arturo grabs your forearm, his hand is soft on your skin, not tight, not tugging you away like you had expected, gently pulling you to the stairs out of the club. He gives Ramón a look on the way out, grunting a half-apology, half-he-deserved-it speech. His friend just stands there as others slowly start cleaning up after him, you know Ramón won’t accept his apology, as in his eyes there is nothing to apologize for.

The walk back to the car is silent. You can tell Arturo is still boiling with anger, unspent rage waiting to be used. You follow him still, whispering a soft thank you as he opens the door to the car for you. The leather seat is cold under your thighs and your eyes look out to him through the window, he stands still, hands perched on either side of the rooftop.

He is looking up at the club, lips pursed, biting his tongue. Don’t do it, you think, get in the car with me. After a few seconds, he does, pushing himself straight, walking to the driver’s side,

‘’It wasn’t worth it, ‘’ you tell him as he starts the car, ‘’ to go back and finish this. ‘’

He keeps breathing, in and out, hands tightening around the wheel every once in a while. His arm leans behind your seat as he rolls out of the parking lot. He glances at you for a moment, but still, he doesn’t speak.

You take a look at your right hand, there are no shards of glass stuck, but even if the blood has dried out in some places, it still hurts when you close your fist,

‘’ Is it bad? ‘’ he breathes out after a moment.

‘’ It’s fine, most of the glass ended up in his face anyway. ‘’

That makes him crack a smile, barely there, just the corner of his cheek pulling up. His eyes soften as he looks at you, for the first time since leaving the club,

‘’ Will you let me take care of it when we get home? ‘’

You look back at him, softly pressing your left hand at the base of his neck, caressing the shaved hair,

‘’ Of course. ‘’

His hand finds your thigh, resting it gently on the skin,

‘’ I didn’t mean to make you… uncomfortable, you know? ‘’

You sigh, your own hand falling back onto your lap. You play again with the dried blood on your hand, pulling at it. It scared the shit out of you, is what happened. You are not blind, you know what Arturo and his friends do when you are not around, you see the guns peaking out of their jeans and how the coke that they pass around is definitely from its original packaging. You are not blind, but you do care for him,

‘’ I just don’t want you to get hurt, is all. ‘’ you turn to him, forcing a smile on your lips, ‘’ I like your pretty face untouched, I can’t bring a scarface back to my parents’ house. ‘’

He scoffs as he leans forward and pinches your thigh. You squeal, pushing his hand away,

‘’ Don’t do that! ‘’

‘’ You really smashed a bottle on his head? ‘’

‘’ I- ‘’ you laugh, forcing his hand to stay on his lap, ‘’ I did. ‘’

‘’ I knew they said going out with me was bringing out your wild side, but, mami, that shit’s wild wild. ‘’

You roll your eyes, ‘’ It’s not like I’m an outlaw all of the sudden. I was just defending myself, I’ll let you know. ‘’

‘’ Well, next time you let that to me, hm? ‘’

‘’ I will be calling the police first. I am not bailing you out again. ‘’

He groans as he brings your hand up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the skin,

‘’ You really are no fun. I’m here trying to be romantic- ‘’

He rabbles away, like he always does, about this and that, how it ‘happen only one time’, that he ‘paid you back’. You never thought Arturo and you would work this well together, a weird match, out of god knows where. You don’t mind it, you think, you can take it. The wild, the blood, the crazy.

As long as you're with him.

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a/n: yeah so i don’t know what this is to be honest ????? ive been writing something else but its taking me longer than id like because i want it to be decent/special  for you guys to read ? and honestly i just thought of this on the spot just to at least fill the space that i have left you all lol but yeeh this is just some very very short random thoughts (based on 1 idea each) because i was feeling like a soft pile of mush - but uhmm have this for the small meantime pls :)))

warnings: some suggested content ? but no full on smut this time :) 

amado: (soft mornings?)

mi primer amor,,, i cant help but want to be soft for him on this fine day because there’s just something so soft and full of love it makes my heart hurt when i think about these slow and soft mornings with him,, where you both are still asleep,, limbs tangled with one another ,, as he just has you sleeping on his chest :( him being the first one to wake up (he loves being the first one up just for this specific part in the morning :(( ) and just  being able to just relish in the fact he has you here with him,, you sleeping on his chest wearing one of his shirts, with the most relaxed dream state look on your face,, one of your legs propped up around his torso,,, and his own arm having been resting on your lower back to keep you in place and he swears right there in this moment there is no place better to ever be than here,, contigo,, in your shared bed,, with his reina :( in the mornings :( as he just stares down at you feeling so content because this is what he strives to achieve - to want- everyday para siempre,, he doesnt ever want these few minutes to pass, quiere estar alli for how ever long he can get and he damn well wants this enternity so much he’s already starting to plan things out to leave behind just so he can so much more mornings and entire days filled for these kinds of moments :(( and wow :(((( i just want to say furthermore,,, i feel like he would not move,, not a single muscle away from you during these times in the mornings,, your warmth just makes it too hard for him to move away,, and the way he just adores your entire form is what ties it all together for him,, he could easily spend hours upon hours just admiring you during those moments and he finds that itch he craves for during the mornings when youre still in a deep sleep just to have his eyes wander everywhere on your face :( doesnt matter if your hair is sticking out everywhere or if youre softly snoring,, this mf loves it all :(( goodbye im so soft for him right now 

benjamin:

ayy dios mio,,, i swear dina’s wedding in s3 gave me so much to work with here on these hcs/blurbs because i am being my usual soft fuvking self and i just literally let out a quiet sob at the thought of him :(((( reminiscing his own wedding with you :(((( at dinas wedding :(((( like ay no i can just imagine when he sees the way enedina looks at claudio and him at her at the altar,,, the way this mf would get so soft and happy as he sneaks a glance at you ??? his esposa a su lado de el ???? omg someone pls hold me because the way he would start to have that mirada in his eyes like you just hung the fuvking stars for him gets me to melt on the spot,, and him with his tiny little smile as he blindly searches with one of his hands to hold yours :(((( the two of you giving eachother loving smiles when you turn to look at him as soon as you feel his hand :( because the connection you both would have is there, right at this moment beating and ugHH i cant because the two of you finding it near damn impossible to try and focus back on the wedding happening in front of you because you two just happen to get caught up in this tiny moment :((( him not letting your hand go since hes already threading your fingers together,, the skin on his hand feeling the coldness of the ring that rests on your finger that brings him the warmth in his heart :((( i cant do this im sorry but i just :( i have to mention before i finish up benjamins little blurb here but the thought :( of him not wiping that look off of his face at the reception later on :(( like him all throughout the night repeating “te amo” every chance he gets just because he feels like it :( and even though its not a rare occurrence for you to see him like this,, all enamorado como niño a la primera vez ,, he still seems to be more touchy and with the light in his eyes as he looks at you intensifying everytime his eyes land on you makes you about to question him que, que tiene when youre dancing with him :(( but then he just beats you to it when he looks back you, his arm around your waist as he leads you around like “te recuerdas cuando nos casamos tu y yo mi amor?” all with this soft look in his eyes,, literally giving you the biggest hearteyes possible as he smiles at you when he goes “ese fue el mejor dia de mi vida” all soft as you feel him hold you closer if its even possible as he just squeezes your hand,, waltzing around with you on the dancefloor,, the two of you exchanging lovesick smiles and miraditas as you answer him and reminisce it all :( im sorry i - 

mayo:

i cry just picturing him so sorry but anyways him being that whipped mf that just loves putting up going to parties just to see you all dressed up :( like :( i lowkey sob to the thought of him kind of like sulking because he has to get dressed up and put up with other people he doesnt exactly want to converse with,, so he’s just over here,, making sure he looks presentable enough but being more quiet than usual,,, him most of the time just looking up and watching you get dressed/get ready,, his gaze softening just by watching you move about :(( god im so sorry but i love the idea of him helping you zip up the back of your dress or help you put your shoes on because i know his ass would just to get the dread he’s feeling out of his system by helping you or just by watching you and him pausing all of his movements and you know that:(( so just,,,, you getting up and walking over to him,, him giving you this soft smile as he just brings you closer his hands resting on your hips,, his thumb softly rubbing smooth circles into you :(( you bringing your hands up in between you both to adjust the collar of his shirt and straighten out the top of his jacket,,, him fuvking staring down at you with these glazed eyes like he’s in his own world with just you and him :(( you just lightly going “sabes mi amor, no tenemos que ir si no quieres, nos podemos quedar aqui en la casa” your hands coming to rest in between the space where his neck meets his shoulders :(( and oh my god,,, him just shaking his head,, giving you a smile that reaches his eyes,, him leaning into your touch, one of his hands coming to hold you by your lower back, his finger playing with the fabric of your dress and just going “no, esta bien, contigo a mi lado, puedo aguantar cualquier cosa en este mundo mi reina” him :( leaning down to kiss you softly :(( the both of you intertwining your hands together and you pulling away first giving him a smile “listo?” and uGh i cant him brining your hand up to kiss it again like “ey” letting you tug him along as his gaze lingers on you :((( ay no güey

ramon:

 god- i was reminiscing that wedding hc again that i wrote for him a while back because hermoso cariño randomly came on from my playlist as i was writing the rest of the guys and i had flashbacks,, and i just have to talk about the early morning after the wedding- like post everything,, thats what came to me just now but :( just a little idea that i had popped into my brain just now,,,  because when you’re both at your honeymoon destination:( and it’s so early in the morning that the sun is just JUST barely peeking over but it’s still not too out that it illumainates the sky for the mornings so you’re no where near waking up,,  because youre still curled into his chest :( your breathing still coming out in even strokes its so obvious youre still in your deep sleep,, and you just having that post fucking sex look you have that he just adores everytime on you,,, small bruises that are scattered across your body on your skin that are just starting to appear,,, peeking out from the thin sheets that don’t cover your entire body from being tangled between the two of you,, but him just letting his eyes admire the marks that come from him leaving them behind on you from both of your activities not even hours ago, when he had you panting his name out as he repeatedly pushed into you,, but now even in his still fogged sleep state,, his eyes come to rest on your left hand,,, your left hand that resting atop of chest,, the same one he held hours ago as he helped you come down from the high he gave you,,, the moonlight thats still fighting its way to stay out illuminating a soft flash in his eyes that reminds him,,, your his esposa,, you carry his last name now and he cant help but let out a small smile grace his features as he pulls you tighter against him,,, the feeling of a cold metal that hangs around your neck pressing into him not bothering him at all,, :( especially when he remembers what it is,,, one of his first wedding gifts to you :(( as your husband :( a necklace :( with his initial hanging from around your neck :( just giving him the feeling of being whole just from the sheer fact that not only do you have his last name,, his entire heart,,, but now a piece of him that you would start to wear from now on just making him feel content ,, theres no better place than to be here with you :(( and i cant bye :(

güero:

WOW YEAH HUH?? ?? surprise yall,,, you know how long it’s been since ive written a word on mi güerito?? ………  july - from the last YEAR and i almost broke down because how could i forget mi güero- the man who is the biggest simp from this whole group of men go ahead and try to contradict my statement it won’t change me ,,, but to begin this thing,,, i was frantically going through my mind like ??? what is something i can talk about for mi hector? mi pinshe güero precioso ?? and :( uGH i dont know i started to ramble in my thoughts and i was quickly noting shit down because i feel it in my bones,, deep in my heart,, this mans love language feels like he would starve for touch,,, he craves it all the time and he feels like he’s absolutely losing it inside of him when he feels you lay a hand on him gently or even graze your hand near him im sorry im just going with the flow here because you cant sit there and tell me you dont ?? feel some type of way ??? when i say i imagine him becoming so damn weak in the knees con una simple toque from you,, it has him just on the verge of him giving you the world :(( like you could move his hair para accomodarlo or just make it a little messy after he has it styled a little too well just because maybe you think the little strand of hair out of place is a better look for him and it just has this mf simply giving you the softest look and admentmindedly moving one of his hands down to your other hand thats not occupied to hold it :( running his thumb across your knuckles and letting his lovesick smile cross his face as he just gazes upon you :(( definitely bringing your hand up to kiss it after your done with your work because why not ? :((( or something else that crossed my mind is how your hand could simply graze him because maybe your setting something down in front of him,, or you just happen to walk next to him and accidentally brush against him would have this man just automatically try to hold your hand to bring you closer :( because your touch is just so comforting and he has this sense of everything is going to be alright- or that everything is alright just because he has you right next to him,, the warmth of your hand being just so similar to the feeling you give him in his heart and i cant :( he is just the softest man here and i love him dearly 

miguel angel:

:((( ooHH this whole thing i thought for him?? i just have to credit to all those scenes in this show where hes seen strESSING that it causes him emotional and physical pain- im sorry hes always at his most vulnerable in those parts and uGh i just have to say my brain loves to imagine him during one of those times for this idea for him,,, like its just one of those days where everyone has been on his ass either for a rise in their plazas,, the desmadre and lowkey rivalty fights between plazas,, money and drug flow between all of them and just everything feeling like it’s slipping through his fingers and adding this more pressuring weight on his shoulders he just cant handle the stress and how everyone is just expecting him to do milagros in that very second it’s has him on the very edge of losing it right then and there ,, and ohH especially once he hears the door to his office creek open he thinks he very much might lose all thinning patience because its probably one of the guys coming to bother him :) but then :) as soon as the glare in his eyes comes in as he looks up :) it disappears in that very millisecond :) once he sees you :) en toda tu gloria softly smiling at him :) and he just feels in that instant everything gradually diminishing thats bothering him because youre here walking up to him and just placing a soft kiss on his lips that he forgets in that very second why hes frustrated :( and im just sorry right now because i just love to imagine/picture the way he just loves being able to lay back in your arms,, like you sitting down on the couch in his office,, him coming over and just letting his upper part of his body fall back into your lap,, his legs dangling over the other part of the couch just so he can feel your fingers running through his hair,, messing up his peinado but he could literally care less because your soft touch makes him feel so much better its the most comforting thing ever to him in that moment because he would be leaning into your hands wordlessly asking you to keep going as he shuts his eyes,, and in these types of moments he feels so at ease he can literally choose to stay silent and let it all out in deep breathes with the feeling or your hands in his hair :(((( or him feeling like hes able to just talk out all of his problems and everything going on around his business out loud to you with no consequence because the simple fact that youre sitting there with him,, your touch making him feel so good, silently listening to him and just- hearing him out not as a business partner that could blow up on him for the shit hes pulling but as his partner- as his other half- his mujer that always takes his side and hears him out when he needs it the most it makes him feel so much better and like the weight hes carrying around,, just diminishing in that very moment with you :( i- wow

kitty:

alright listen here,,,, before we actually begin i want to say this turned out to be like a little blurb but also with a taste of this small brainstorm i had with myself when writing this and i just wanted to let you guys know before you attack me for this or begin to read but anyways i was recently going through a trip down memory lane with mana and this whole little idea blurb def DEFINITELY came from listening to oye mi amor iykyk ;) but idk i was just randomly listening to it and i was just questionining myself someone from this dumb show gives off energy with this song/lyrics and thats where i imagined kitty :) and it’s something just so poetic to imagine him and you having been best friends that would be so inseparable,,, that so many of the other juniors would have for sure without a doubt seen the two of you becoming something more,, something great and full of happiness only for all of that to deteriorate in the most fastest whirlwind possible,, just for the heartstrings to pull,,, because it almost ALMOST did happen,:))  that the two of you almost became lovers and all that shit  breaks my heart because :( it was on the verge of happening :( the stolen glances you both would give eachother everytime you were together,,, the outspoken bond you both carried it made the two of you have this downright power couple vibe going on ,,,, especially with his crazy ass that would get you to match his whole vibe and uGH im telling you ,,, everyone that knows you two had to have bet something about how this connection you both have would turn to be this iconic/power couple match ya feel?? it was just mere moments- no seconds- for one of you to make the move first,, because no one could even be a better match for either of you,, this whole relationship with you and him was meant to be,, like a soulmates (i think) type of shit you know? and wow i just i cant because my heart feels like it’s going to shatter at the thought of you :( being with someone else :( suddenly?? out of the blue ,,,, someone who clearly doenst match you and shoots you down :((( un tipo frio y aburrido just like the song says :((( and UGH i cannot because its just the thought of kitty becoming so frustrated and down all the time because he invites you to come hang out with him or with the rest of the juniors but you always saying you can’t because the bum youre with doesnt want you to go or something dumb like that and omG :((( i just know it might be him that decides to make you open your eyes because maybe he just gets so fed up with how this other guy treats you and doesn’t care about you like kitty would or maybe it’s the encouragement of some of the guys that gets him to get off his ass and actually fight for you :( but i just idk i kind of just like this idea in general ???? but thats about where i got with it and its just been sitting in my ideas and i wanted to express something about it ? because the whole slow pinning where neither of you want to say what you actually feel in fear of that your relationship could deteriorate,, to the angst of a feeling in my deep soul that youre taken all of a sudden?? And the anger pinche loco de kitty would feel about the whole situation feeds me where i need it most,, to just the build up/eventually burst/barf of feelings that you both would spill because two idiots in love is such a fuvking thing i love to imagine I’m sorry, but thank you for coming to my therapy session 

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Grammy Awards 2021 Winners: टेलर स्‍व‍िफ्ट से लेकर बियोंसे तक, ग्रैमी अवॉर्ड 2021 जीतने वाले व‍िनर्स की पूरी लिस्‍ट

म्यूजिक इंडस्ट्री के सबसे बड़े अवॉर्ड शो ग्रैमी अवॉर्ड्स () का आयोजिन धूमधाम से हुआ। साउथ अफ्रीकन कॉमिडियन Trevor Noah ने शो को होस्ट किया। Covid-19 की वजह से इस मौके पर कोई लाइव ऑडियंस नहीं थी, लेकिन रेड कार्पेट पर सितारों की चमक जरा भी फीकी नहीं रही।

इस अवॉर्ड सेरिमनी के आयोजन के दौरान नॉमिनिज़ सोशल डिस्टेंस को फॉलो करते हुए एक-दूसरे से दूरी बनाकर टेबल पर बैठे नजर आए। इस अवॉर्ड शो में साल के बेस्ट परफॉर्मेंस को सराहा गया और उन्हें इस अवॉर्ड से सम्मानित किया गया। बेस्ट पॉप सोलो के लिए Harry Styles से लेकर Megan Thee Stallion के ‘Savage’ जिसमें बियॉन्से नजर आई हैं ने बेस्ट रैप परफॉर्मेंस का खिताब जीता। आइए, एक नजर पूरी लिस्ट पर डालें।

Record of the Year: Billie Eilish, “Everything I Wanted” Album of the Year: Taylor Swift, Folklore Best R&B Performance: Beyoncé, “Black Parade” Best Pop Vocal Album: Dua Lipa, Future Nostalgia Best Rap Song: Megan Thee Stallion featuring Beyoncé, “Savage” Song of the Year: H.E.R., “I Can’t Breathe” Best Latin Pop or Urban Album: Bad Bunny, YHLQMDLG Best Melodic Rap Performance: Anderson .Paak, “Lockdown” Best Pop Solo Performance: Harry Styles, “Watermelon Sugar” Best Country Album: Miranda Lambert, Wildcard Best New Artist: Megan Thee Stallion Producer of the Year, Non-Classical: Andrew Watt Best Country Song: The Highwomen, “Crowded Table” Best Country Duo/Group Performance: Dan + Shay & Justin Bieber, “10,000 Hours” Best Country Solo Performance: Vince Gill, When My Amy Prays Best Rock Album: The Strokes, The New Abnormal Best Rock Song: Brittany Howard, “Stay High” Best Metal Performance: Body Count, “Bum-Rush” Best Rock Performance: Fiona Apple, “Shameika” Best Rap Album: Nas, King’s Disease Best Rap Performance: Megan Thee Stallion featuring Beyoncé, “Savage” Best Traditional Pop Vocal Album: James Taylor, American Standard Best Pop Duo/Group Performance: Lady Gaga with Ariana Grande, “Rain on Me” Best R&B Album: John Legend, Bigger Love Best Progressive R&B Album: Thundercat, It Is What It Is Best R&B Song: Robert Glasper featuring H.E.R. & Meshell Ndegeocello, “Better Than I Imagined” Best Traditional R&B Performance: Ledisi, “Anything for You” Best Latin Jazz Album: Arturo O’Farrill & The Afro Latin Jazz Orchestra, Four Questions Best Large Jazz Ensemble Album: Maria Schneider Orchestra, Data Lords Best Jazz Instrumental Album: Chick Corea, Christian McBride and Brian Blade, Trilogy 2 Best Jazz Vocal Album: Kurt Elling Featuring Danilo Pérez, Secrets Are the Best Stories Best improvised Jazz Solo: Chick Corea’s “All Blues” Best Alternative Music Album: Fiona Apple, Fetch the Bolt Cutters Best Musical Theatre Album: Original Broadway Cast, Jagged Little Pill Best Comedy Album Winner: Tiffany Haddish, Black Mitzvah Best Spoken Word Album (Includes Poetry, Audio Books and Storytelling): Rachel Maddow, Blowout: Corrupted Democracy, Rogue State Russia, And The Richest, Most Destructive Industry On Earth Best Children’s Music Album: Joanie Leeds, All the Ladies Best Global Music Album: Burna Boy, Twice as Tall Best Reggae Album: Toots and the Maytals, Got to Be Tough Best Regional Roots Music Album: New Orleans Nightcrawlers, Atmosphere Best Folk Album: Gillian Welch and David Rawlings, All the Good Times Best Contemporary Blues Album: Fantastic Negrito, Have You Lost Your Mind Yet? Best Traditional Blues Album: Bobby Rush, Rawer Than Raw Best Bluegrass Album: Billy Strings, Home Best Americana Album: Sarah Jarosz, World on the Ground Best American Roots Song: John Prine, “I Remember Everything” Best American Roots Performance: John Prine, I Remember Everything Best Song Written for Visual Media: Billie Eilish, “No Time to Die” (From No Time to Die) Best Score Soundtrack for Visual Media: Hildur Guðnadóttir, Joker Best Compilation Soundtrack for Visual Media: Various Artists, Jojo Rabbit Best Contemporary Classical Composition: Giancarlo Guerrero & Nashville Symphony, Rouse: Symphony No. 5 Best Classical Compendium: Michael Tilson Thomas, Thomas, M.T.: From The Diary Of Anne Frank & Meditations On Rilke Best Classical Solo Vocal Album: Sarah Brailey & Dashon Burton, Smyth: The Prison Best Classical Instrumental Solo: Richard O’Neill, Theofanidis: Concerto For Viola And Chamber Orchestra Best Chamber Music/Small Ensemble Performance: Pacifica Quartet, Contemporary Voices Best Choral Performance: JoAnn Falletta, James K. Bass & Adam Luebke, Danielpour: The Passion Of Yeshua Best Opera Recording: David Robertson, Eric Owens & Angel Blue, Gershwin: Porgy And Bess Best Orchestral Performance: Gustavo Dudamel, Ives: Complete Symphonies Best Tropical Latin Album: Grupo Niche, 40 Best Regional Mexican Album (Including Tejano): Natalia Lafourcade, Un Canto Por México, Vol. 1 Best Latin Rock or Alternative Album: Fito Paez, La Conquista Del Espacio Producer of the Year, Classical: David Frost Best Engineered Album, Classical: Riccardo Muti & Chicago Symphony Orchestra, Shostakovich: Symphony No. 13, ‘Babi Yar’ Best Remixed Recording: SAINt JHN, “Roses” (Imanbek Remix) Best Engineered Album, Non-Classical: Beck, Hyperspace Best Historical Album: Mister Rogers, It’s Such A Good Feeling: The Best Of Mister Rogers Best Album Notes: The Replacements, Dead Man’s Pop Best Boxed or Special Limited Edition Package: Wilco, Ode to Joy Best Recording Package: Vols. 11 & 12 Desert Sessions Best Roots Gospel Album: Fisk Jubilee Singers, Celebrating Fisk! (The 150th Anniversary) Best Gospel Album: PJ Morton, Gospel According To PJ Best Contemporary Christian Music Album: Kanye West, Jesus Is King Best Contemporary Christian Music Performance/Song: Zach Williams & Dolly Parton, “There Was Jesus” Best Gospel Performance/Song: Jonathan McReynolds & Mali Music, “Movin’ On” Best New Age Album: Jim “Kimo” West, More Guitar Stories Best Music Film: Linda Ronstadt: The Sound of My Voice Best Music Video: Beyoncé with Blue Ivy, and WizKiD, “Brown Skin Girl” Best Arrangement, Instrumental and Vocals: Jacob Collier with Rapsody, “He Won’t Hold You” Best Arrangement, Instrumental or A Cappella: John Beasley, “Donna Lee” Best Instrumental Composition: Maria Schneider, Sputnik Best Contemporary Instrumental Album: Snarky Puppy, Live at the Royal Albert Hall Best Dance/Electronic Album: Kaytranada, Bubba Best Dance Recording: Kaytranada, “10%”

[maryalexrios]

Mod. 13 - Narco’s World y El Malo Conejo

Image: IMDb

Article || https://remezcla.com/film/bad-bunny-narcos-mexico/  

YouTube || Song: Soy El Diablo (Remix) - Natanael Cano x Bad Bunny

https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-latin/bad-bunny-natanael-cano-soy-el-diablo-corrido-904362/ 

Lyrics: https://www.allthelyrics.com/forum/showthread.php?t=121567 

Narco Culture is something that was present in my life but not as much as folks who have witnessed seeing them in person and live in the same town as them. I was introduced through music because Corridos are my dad’s top music choice. I often would just put my headphones in  because when I was younger I didn’t understand what the words meant and I was starting to learn english, so I leaned more into music like pop or rap.  I love spanish speaking musiclike more reggeton, cumbia, bachata, even band, but when I would catch a snip of a corrido that would leave me thinking about what it meant like the song 500 Balazos by Calibre 50 in the beginning the lyics say:

 “500 Balazos, armas automáticas (gun shots from a riffle) Pecheras portaban, de cuerno las ráfagas Los altos calibres, tumbaban civiles También por igual” (AllTheLyrics.com)

Why I remember this song so vividly is because after the first line a riffle goes off and the song continues to play. The rest of the song goes on to describe an attack going on in Sonora, describing using guns and bazukas, and of course civilians getting hurt. The romanticization that happens often in corridos like this is what I later on saw a lot in young latino men, and the way that these stories are able to be told so causally just makes me think about how with Engilsh music here in the States. I then asked my self if something like corridos could be accepted and I thought about rap, hip hop, and even with reggeton all those genres were always seen as taboo an “unacceptable” by our parents and/or older family members because of how saw all kinds of messages and ideas in the music they did not like and didn’t want us to be associated with.  Whether it was by the lyrics (often very sexual/objectifying women, wealth, drugs and alcohol), the way rapper’s would dress and look (tattoos, expensive clothes, statement pieces like only wearing a specific color(s), hand sign(s), chains/rings, etc. 

I think to now how both music, pop culture, and culture is continuously being shaped, like Bad Bunny diving into Narco culture, a Puerto Rican artist, probably one of the biggest Latino star at the moment collaborated with Mexican artist Natanael Cano and made this corrido with slight reggeton touches and of course Bad Bunny’s signature style as well. He also recently confirmed to have a role in the new season of Narcos: Mexico on Netflix where he will play the character Arturo “Kitty” Paez, a member of Ramón Arellano Félix's narco gang (Remezcla). I believe Narco culture will continue to be represented in the media as it is now but the conversations about the medias being made need to be questioned and allow for ourselves to pull out of the “thrill” of these stories and really look at them also being parts of history and facts we know are real and happening in Mexico still. 

#narcos #netflix #bad bunny #corridos

[creatividad-y-libros]

Homenaje a la cultura nacional...¿Conocés al teatro Colón?

El 25 de mayo de 1908, es decir hace unos 112 años las puertas al show se abrieron junto a la ópera “Aída" del magnífico italiano Giuseppe Verdi.Aunque este magnífico salón no estuviese completamente terminado la mejor música del mundo viajaba entres sus paredes con una acústica perfecta.

¿Sabías que tiene una radio con transmisión de conciertos o que hay cámaras de TV donde pueden ver sus espectáculos?

- ¡Qué útiles son en estos días de cuarentena!

¿Alguna vez pensaste que la araña del Colón es tan grande que tiene un pasillo interno donde suelen ubicarse cantantes o hasta sorprendentes coros?

Muchísimos músicos practicaban sus expectaculares melodías ahí, como Arturo Toscanini.

Si te gusto está información con la historia del Teatro Colón podés interesarte por el libro lleno de ballet, ópera y excelentes ilustraciones infantiles.

( Link a la radio: www.teatrocolon.org.ar)(No patrocinado)

Mariana Paez

#ballet #mariana paez #creatividad y libros #teatro #teatro contemporaneo #espectaculos #espectador #espectacular #espectativas #website #the next web

[thepapeles]

SPOT // 3° FESTIVAL INTERNACIONAL DE CINE DE EL PALOMAR // LA MIRADA

“La Mirada”, de Adriano Curci // Una producción de Puentes Amarillos, Agosto Producciones, UnTref Media y EPA cine.

Spot realizado para el 3° Festival Internacional de Cine de El Palomar, en 2018. “La Mirada” es una suerte de colección de diapositivas en movimiento. Un homenaje fugaz al cine de François Truffaut, a la musica, a la palabra de Alejandra Pizarnik, a la pintura de Rembrandt.

GLOSARIO

Shortwave Canción de Yo La Tengo, grabada en 2018 para el disco “There's a Riot Going On“ / Don Segundo Sombra Diapositivas de la película de Manuel Antin / Fito Paez Presentando “Giros” en el programa “Cable a Tierra” en el año 1985 / Alejandra Pizarnik Libro de Poemas “En esta noche, en este mundo” / Walrus Books Librería / Arturo Carrera Poema “Escrito con un nictógrafo”, en la voz de Alejandra Pizarnik / Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn “Retrato de mujer joven”, de 1634, actualmente expuesto en el Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes, Argentina / Cronica de un nino solo Film de 1965 dirigido por Leonardo Favio / Les quatre cents coups Film de la nouvelle vague que narra las aventuras de Antonie Doniel, dirigido en 1959 por François Truffaut / Notorious Film de 1946 dirigido por Alfred Hitchcock / Le Cinéma selon Alfred Hitchcock Entrevista realizada por François Truffaut en 1962 a su colega Alfred Hitchcock / Histoire(s) du cinema Proyecto de video documental en 8 partes iniciado por Jean-Luc Godard a finales de los 80 y finalizado en 1998 / Lost in Translation Film de 2003 dirigido por Sofia Coppola / A Starosta, el idiota Canción de Luis Alberto Spinetta, grabada en 1973 para el disco de Pescado Rabioso "Artaud" / Baisers volés Film de 1968, dirigido por François Truffaut

#epa cine #la mirada #cine argentino