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pinesfamilyguidetotheweird · 3 months

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Stan Pines Headcanons Part 01

A Tight Squeeze

No doubt that he has some level of claustrophobia after being trapped in a trunk. I wanna say it was from an artsymeeshee post where a fic idea (a fic idea I still have and is still 95% finished…) that dives deeper into Stan’s quote of ‘chewing out of the trunk of a car’. When trapped in said trunk, the car it was attached to was pushed into a bog or something to sink (from I think Zeragii’s fic on AO3). With Stan in it.

Bi the Way

Because why the heck not? And, yes, I do think he dated Jimmy Snakes for a short while. Even so, Stan leans more towards women.

Hablo Español

I think it is canon that he knows some Spanish (The Last Mabelcorn). I do believe that he’s actually quite fluent in Spanish, something he picked up while in Colombian prison. Speaking of, it is said that he was imprisoned in three different countries. I’d take the guess that Colombia was one of them. As for the other two…still thinking on that, though I’d imagine the countries aren’t too far from the USA because I can’t imagine Stan being able to take a plane to, say, England. After some consideration, I think that the other two countries he was arrested in were Canada and Brazil. He knows some French and an exceptional bit of Portugal.

For Protection

Those ten guns he has? They’re for protecting himself (plus his family) from not only people from Stan’s past, but also from any aggressive anomalies that call Gravity Falls home. Or really anyone/anything else he deems as a threat to his family.

Love at First Sight

Stan claims that he’s not a fan of kids. He even wanted nothing to do with his nephew when he was born because he was all snotty and drooly. However, when Dipper and Mabel were born, it was like a switch was flipped and Stan adored the twin babies.

A Froggy Dream

Stan once had an occurring dream that he was the owner of some wax museum, which actually inspired him to get (steal) those cursed wax figures. The oddest part about the dream was that he was a frog instead of a human. And he swore that Soos was in it too.

Still Got It

He started going back to keeping in boxing shape some time after the twins were born.

Second Thoughts

There had been maaany times during those 30 years that Stan wondered if his brother was even still alive and if all this work was worth it.

Somewhat Sentimental

Similar to how Mabel has a section in her scrapbook of failed romance, Stan has a booklet that contains his own failed love life. Of the known partners he had, they were: Carla McCorkle, Jimmy Snakes, Marilyn Rosenstein, and Lazy Susan. There was probably more he tried to sweet talk over the years, but never panned out. Heck, Darlene the Spider Woman is probably in the book too. Also, I find it funny how three of the six known lovers are magical in some way (Jimmy is basically Ghost Rider, Marilyn Eda is a witch, and Darlene is...I guess a Jorogumo)

Former Biker

Pretty much a scrapped idea that is now in headcanon land, that Stan was part of a biker gang at one point, which was how he knew Jimmy Snakes, who was the biker leader. He still has his helmet and leather jacket. I wonder if he still knows how to drive a motorcycle.

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sturniolosmind · 3 months

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dangerous women

matt x fem! latina! reader

warnings: drug deals, guns, car races

the reader will speak a lot of spanish in this series because my inspiration for this series is griselda a colombian drug lord.

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New york

“MARCOS!” she yelled for her assistant to go to her office.

“yes, ms. blanco?” the timid man said afraid to look her in the eyes “i need you to make a flyer for a new transporter, i recently got rid of the other one. he asked too many questions and we simply can’t have that here.”

“got rid of him in what way?” he mumbled making her look at him with a straight face “do you want me to get rid of you too?” she said not breaking eye contact with him.

“no maam” he mumbled walking away “oh and get the jet ready we’re going back to LA tonight.” she said before he left the room.

back in LA

matt was looking at his monitors frantically switching between computers and other devices in front of him.

“matt, you need to catch a break you’ve been staring at those screens for hours nothing is going to change!” chris said as he saw his brother look from one screen to the next.

“that’s the thing chris something will eventually change or she’ll be seen somewhere!” he exclaimed turning his chair to face his brother.

beep.

both of the brothers turned around to noise to see a picture of y/n getting into her jet in brown dress pants with a black shirt, black stilettos and a brown coat over her shoulders.

“told you something would change!” matt exclaimed frantically typing out some information on another screen.

“so? she’s getting on a jet big deal! come downstairs and eat lunch” chris exclaimed as he was walking out of the room.

shaking his head and turning around to face the computer screen in front of him, matt let out a sigh.

sitting in her office dim lights as men came in and out for interviews none of them satisfied her for this special job, until a man 5’8 with brown hair blue eyes in all black walked in.

scanning the man in front of her y/n sat up straight in her chair and looked at him.

“hello.” she said monotoned “this is for the transporter job right?” said the man in a confident voice which the women admired.

“it certainly is. now what’s your name pretty boy?” she asked eyeing him.

“Matthew Sturniolo”

“well take a seat mr.sturniolo” she said pointing to a chair in front of her, the man took a seat making eye contact with the woman in front of him.

“first question, do you have any idea who i am?” she said firmly. “you’re y/n blanco one of the most wanted and powerful women cartel in both new york and los angeles.” he replied with confidence.

“you’ve done your research?” she said raising her eyebrows surprised that he knew her but then again she was the most wanted drug lord almost her whole life was on display.

“maybe” he responded “next question, how old are you?” she questioned “why youre trying to ask me out on a date?” he cocked his eyebrow suppressing a smile, she just glared at him. “sorry, i’m 25 years old” he responded “do you have a driver’s license?” she asked “yes” he affirmed.

before she could get more of her questions out the phone on her desk began to ring making both of them look at it. “bueno?” she spoke into the phone “como que juan no hizo la entrega? manda luis a mi oficina ahora mismo!” she hung up the phone, before matt could ask any question there was a knock at the door making him turn around.

“adelante” a 6’4 tattooed muscular man walked in looking at y/n “me hablo señora?” he asked his eyes moving to matt who sat on the chair “si, necesito que le hagas una visita a juan, ya sabes que hacer y hazlo rápido, asegúrate que nadie te mire entrar o salir de ahí!” he nodded taking in his orders leaving the room closing the door behind him.

“sorry about that, where were we?” she cleared her throat looking at the blue eyed man in front of her “you were asking me questions” he smiled at her “right the interview!” she mumbled looking down at the questions in front of her.

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“chapter” 1 of dangerous women complete! i hope you guys enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed making it i have a lot of ideas for this series so im super excited! sorry if my spanish is wrong or bad im used to just speaking it and not writing it 😭 (pls don’t tell my mom she’ll be mad if she knew i was forgetting how to write in spanish 😕) but thank you so much for reading this!

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#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt x reader #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut

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lionlena · 11 months

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I'll protect you... (bc you're mine) JavierPeñaxchubby!f!reader

OMG. I can't believe I managed to write this. It's almost past midnight (in my country) but I had to finish this. Inspired by a wonderful oneshot DESERVE IT by @creedslove I wrote something similar.

It wasn't supposed to be smute but I blame it on you @creedslove (You are wonderful and thank you for helping and listening to me)

So chubby!reader accidentally had a date with Escobar's man. While talking to her boss and agents, one of the CIA agents insults her. Javier comes to her defense. She thinks Javi is only doing it out of pity, but... Hmmm... Read this ;)

Warnings: +18, NSFW, angst, fluff, some swearing, derogatory comments about a woman's appearance, mild anxiety, oral sex, dirty smut, possesive dark!Javier (but just a little bit) implied unprotected p in v

When you entered the embassy in the morning, you were in an excellent mood. You had a great date the day before. At the bar you met a nice Colombian who bought you a drink. You danced with him a few times and he promised you that you would see each other again soon. However, your good mood was quickly ruined when your boss summoned you to a meeting in his office.

You didn't know what you did wrong. You were an ordinary administrative worker and you did your job very conscientiously. Your mouth went dry as you walked into your boss's office. There were two CIA agents there, but there was also Javier Peña. He was leaning against the desk in his skinny jeans and navy blue shirt. Oh god, that man was so hot. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him. The truth was, you were crazy about him. Every time you brought him some papers to sign, you got butterflies in your stomach. At the same time, you felt that you had no chance with him. You knew his reputation. Besides, you didn't think Javier was attracted to women of your type.

Sure, you were beautiful. But you knew you had more pounds than other women. You weren't tall or thin.

"Y/N we need to talk."

Your boss's stern voice snapped you back to reality. What have you done wrong? You mixed up the documents? Maybe you gave something that belonged to the DEA to the CIA. Or vice versa.

"What happened?" you asked with a slightly trembling voice.

CIA agent Josh showed you a photo of you and Leonardo outside the bar.

"So what, are you dating Escobar's sicario?!"

"What?!"

You felt weak and your heart was beating like crazy.

"This man works for Pablo Escobar."

You heard Javier's voice. Unlike Josh, he spoke calmly to you. And you were really grateful to him for that.

"I... I really didn't know." You looked at your boss. "I swear... I met him a few days ago at the store... He was kind and helped me get something from the top shelf" You heard Josh snort and felt even worse. "Yesterday... He recognized me, he bought me a drink... That's it..."

"Did you tell him you work at the embassy?" asked Adam, the other CIA agent.

You shook your head in "no".

Josh slammed his hand on the desk and you jumped. You didn't even notice that Javier was standing right next to you.

"Then he must have known that. Otherwise why would he be hitting on you. Look at you?! What other reason would he have?"

Tears stung your eyes and you couldn't say anything. Fortunately, you didn't have to.

"Hey! Aren't you exaggerating?"

You heard Javier and looked at him surprised. He looked really pissed off.

"Is it so strange that he approached a pretty woman? I don't blame him."

"You go for everything, Peña." Josh barked back.

"And you, you're blind and stupid! And you're waving your little dick..."

"Gentlemen! Enough!" Your boss's scream interrupted the argument. "You're acting like children." His gaze fell on you. "Y/N you can go for now. If there's any doubt I'll call you back."

You almost ran out of the office. You had to hide. You weren't able to sit down at your desk and work normally after all that. Of course, you chose the women's restroom as your hiding place. You locked yourself in the cabin and let the tears run down your cheeks.

You knew what your body looked like and for years you learned to accept it. You were on the right track, but... One asshole ruined everything. You heard a knock and screamed

"Occupied."

"Everything's all right?"

You couldn't believe whose voice you were hearing. You quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks even though Javier couldn't see you anyway.

"This is the women's restroom, agent Peña"

You heard a soft sigh on the other side, and though you couldn't see him, you had the impression that he leaned against the door.

"Josh is an asshole, but he's right about one thing... That sicario might know you work here. You need to be careful Y/N. Don't go to that bar again."

"Ok." you whined. "Can you leave me now?"

"Yeah, but... You just know where to find me. And... There's no point in crying over a dick like Josh."

You didn't answer, and Javier stood outside the door for a few more minutes. You finally heard him leave and breathed a sigh of relief. You didn't want his sympathy, but also... He seemed so nice and sincere that you felt a little better.

You couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day. Josh's words came back to you like a nightmare. You couldn't even eat anything. Because of all this, you didn't make it with the documents and stayed overtime.

When you left the embassy in the evening you saw Javier leaning against the car. He looked like he was waiting for someone. As soon as he saw you, he threw out his cigarette and quickly made his way towards you.

"I'll give you a lift." - he said.

You were really surprised by his behavior.

"I'll be fine." You replied a bit coldly.

"Y/N, this really isn't a good idea. Personally, I wanted you to get protection."

You snorted and said:

"From whom? Leonardo? Josh? Or you?"

You didn't want to be mean to him. But you were tired and sure that Javier just felt sorry for you.

"Hey, I really just want to help you."

"But I don't need it. I don't need your sympathy!" You groaned and just walked past him.

But you soon regretted it. The streets seemed strangely quiet and somehow darker. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you passed the alcoves. Colombia was a dangerous country. People were kidnapped straight from the streets... Sometimes even during the day. You saw a group of young men in the distance and you thought Leonardo was among them. You stood still and started shaking.

What if everyone was right? He knew you worked at the embassy and wanted to get information out of you? Paranoid thoughts ran like crazy through your head. You decided to run towards the embassy. But when you turned sharply, you hit in a solid body. You screamed as you felt a grip on your shoulder.

"Y/N, relax, it's me, Javi!"

You opened your eyes and instinctively grabbed his leather jacket.

"What is wrong?" he asked, his hand going immediately to the gun.

You glanced behind you at the group of young men and realized that most of them were kids. "I thought I saw Leonardo." you whispered.

Javier sighed and pulled you closer. He put his arm around you protectively.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry. But will you at least let me protect you now?"

You nodded your head and snuggled closer to him. You were really scared, and his body felt like a safe place. He slowly started to lead you towards where he left his car.

"Did you follow me?" you asked after a moment.

"Well... I was more like protecting you. I wanted to make sure you got home safely. And to tell you that I didn't stand up for you because I felt sorry for you. I did it because I thought you were an attractive, hot woman."

You were in shock. You felt your cheeks burn. As if that wasn't enough, Javier's hand gripped your hip tighter.

"And I would do anything to prove it to you."

"Everything?" it slipped from your mouth.

Javi stopped, looked down at you and licked his lips.

"Everything, mi dulce"

He cupped your chin with his hand and then bent down and kissed you deeply. For only a split second, you thought you should push him away. But he was so sweet. When he pulled away from you, he shoved his knee between your legs, and you looked around nervously. You were still on the street. It was empty, but you were still worried.

"I want you to ride me." he whispered close to your ear. "I want to eat you, bite you and lick you. I want your whole body."

"Javi" you groaned.

His words and the pressure of his leg made you wet. You clung to him like he was the only thing keeping you from drowning.

"Come on, baby. Say you want it too. I'll obey your every command."

"I want...I want you to take me to your place."

You didn't need to say any more. He hugged you again and began to lead you quickly to the car. Like a real gentleman he opened the door for you and waited for you to sit down. Who would have expected that from Javier? As he took the driver's seat, you could see he was already half hard. You also couldn't wait. As if that wasn't enough, he grabbed your thigh with his free hand and began to travel up your leg.

You felt a little anxious. Now that you're in his car... with hot Agent Peña. You started thinking too much. He's had so many women before you. What if you fail him? You didn't even realize you were so nervous until he spoke up.

"If you've changed your mind, no problem. I'll drive you home." His voice was so gentle it was hard to believe.

"I... It's nothing."

You looked down at his hand. Your skirt was pulled up and exposed your plump thigh. As if reading your mind, Javier began to gently stroke your leg and said:

"There's no reason why you should have a complex"

Then he took your hand and placed it on his bulging crotch.

"If you don't believe me, at least believe my dick. He doesn't lie."

You couldn't help but chuckle slightly. Javiert smiled smugly when he saw that he had made you feel better.

"As soon as you're in my bed, I'll make all those bad thoughts disappear from your mind, hermosa."

At his words, you felt yourself warming up again. When you finally arrived, Javi clung to your back. He hurriedly opened the door and began to undress. He threw aside his jacket and shirt. He took off his shoes then sat on the couch and pulled you onto his lap. He started to run his hands under your shirt. He squeezed your breasts and covered your neck with kisses. He grabbed your shirt and looked at you with his brown eyes.

"Can we get rid of this?" he asked gently.

You nodded and he took off your bra as well. You saw how his eyes sparkled with delight when he saw your naked breasts.

"You're so delicious, baby. I don't know where to begin."

He started licking and kissing your breasts as you writhed on his lap. He teased your nipples, pinched them and bit them gently with his teeth. You grabbed his hair and started moaning. He pulled away from you and hooked his thumbs up the waistband of your skirt.

"Can we move on?"

"Yes!"

He laughed at your reaction.

"So impatient. Relax, I'll give you everything."

You got up from his lap and he helped you get rid of the rest of your clothes. You felt so exposed for a moment, but the way he was looking at you... Oh god. He looked like a hungry animal. He ran his hands over your body in awe. He grabbed your hips and pulled you to him. He kissed you deeply and then switched places with you. You sat down on the couch and he knelt in front of you. He placed his hands on your knees and spread your legs apart.

"So pretty." he said to himself and started kissing your thighs.

After a while you felt his warm breath on your pussy. You threw your head back as his tongue began to curl around your clit. You grabbed Javier's head. You didn't know if you wanted to push him away or hold him. You've never felt like this before. His mustache tickled your sensitive labia, stimulating you even more. You started to squirm, but his strong hands gripped your thighs. His fingers dug into your skin. You knew he'd leave bruises all over you, and you had no problem with that. You felt yourself leaking as his tongue began to dig inside of you.

"Javi... I..."

"Yes, cum for me. Feed me."

You groaned deeply as the shock ran through you. Your legs were shaking and Javi continued to lick you as you slowly came out of your orgasm. As you tried to catch your breath, he rested his head on your thigh and looked at you like a puppy. Your juices were running down his chin and he looked so pleased you almost forgot he was still wearing his pants.

"Javier?"

"Hmm, cariño?"

"You said I'd get anything I want."

He smiled and nodded.

"What do you want, princesa?"

"I wanna ride you."

His eyes turned almost black with desire. He immediately got up and extended his hand to you. Seeing the question in your eyes, he said:

"I don't think you want to do it here. The bed will be more comfortable."

You nodded your head and grabbed his hand. As he led you to the bedroom, he immediately took off his pants and his penis popped out and stood proudly. Droplets of pre-cum glistened at the tip. He was wonderful and you were not surprised that women were so eager to return to his bed.

"Do you like what you see?"

You nodded and he walked over to you and gripped your hips tightly.

"And you know what I like? Your body marked with my marks so every fucking sicario knows you're mine."

You shivered hearing his possessive voice. You screamed as Javier bit your arm.

"If any more of Escobar's men come near you, they'll find his body dumped in a ditch with a bullet in his head. From now on, I'll protect you because you're mine."

His words made your pussy clench around the emptiness.

"Javi please..."

"Say it!"

"I'm yours."

"Yes, you are mine. And I am yours. And now you will get what you want."

He pulled you onto the bed. He lay down on his back. You sat on top of him and he placed his hands on your lap. He bit his bottom lip and kept his eyes on you. You slid your fingers into your pussy, collecting the moisture and then smearing it on his cock. He gasped and moved his hips. You felt you had complete power over him, but you didn't want to tease him. You were so on fire that you needed him inside you. You got up and grabbed his cock in your hand. You were slowly going down. You moaned as it filled you up. You placed your hands on his chest to gain some leverage and started riding him. His moans mingled with yours. Javier's hands were squeezing your breasts and you felt yourself getting closer to your second orgasm of the evening.

"I'm close..." you groaned.

"Yes, yes honey... I'll be right behind you."

You threw your head back as the electricity from your pussy shot through your entire body. Javier got up and wrapped his arms around your body digging into your pussy. You clenched around his cock and he let out a growl and felt his cum fill you. You fell on the bed together.

After a few minutes, Javier sat down and reached for a cigarette. As he smoked, you rested your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. His hand was stroking your hair and he was right about the bad thoughts. He threw them all away. You forgot Leonardo, Josh... Everything. Javier was the only thing on your mind. You felt sleepy. Javier covered you with a blanket and whispered:

"Sleep, mi amor. Tomorrow I'll drive you to work and make sure no one hurts you."

"Thank you Javi." you whispered.

The last thing you felt before falling asleep was a gentle kiss on your head.

A few days later, you heard an amazing rumor. You immediately ran to Javier. He was just making coffee. When he saw you, he smiled widely.

"Princessa"

"Javi, do you know what happened?" Without waiting for his response, you added "Apparently someone called Josh's wife and told her about his hooker trips. Do you know anything about that?"

"I?" Javi looked awfully proud of himself. "Who could have done this? Some really bad man."

He walked over to you and grabbed your ass with one hand, squeezing tightly. You jumped slightly.

"Javi" you hissed. "Not here"

Not caring about your words at all, he whispered directly into your ear:

"Mine."

Next part: Part 2 (but be warned, Javier will turn into a toxic asshole who will control the reader)

#javier pena x reader #javier pena #narcos #javier pena fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #chubby!reader #hurt/comfort #javier is so sweet #pedro pascal characters

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teaspoon-of-salt · 4 months

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Xiong was born in 1973 in Phab Kheb, Laos, one of 11 children in a family that fled the country in 1975 and spent four years in a refugee camp in Thailand before emigrating to the United States, according to Sahan Journal. He grew up in St. Paul and was valedictorian of his class at Humboldt High School in 1992.

Xiong graduated with a political science degree from Carleton College in Northfield in 1996 and began traveling around the country as a motivational speaker, storyteller and rap artist, billing himself as the country's first Hmong comedian.

Xiong helped organize the first Hmong Minnesota Day at the Minnesota State Fair in 2015, and was named a Bush Fellow in 2019 to earn a master's degree in public affairs.

With Xiong's death, the Hmong American community in the Twin Cities has lost a true leader, "consummate organizer and cultural interpreter," said longtime friend Pakou Hang. In his presentations and writings, she said, Xiong was a teacher who tried to show people how to be kind, generous and do the right thing.

Xiong connected people across generational, cultural and political lines who traveled the United States to speak at schools, colleges and businesses, Hang said. As a friend, he could inspire laughter in every conversation, she said.

[Rest of article under cut.]

A highly regarded Hmong American activist, speaker and comedian from the Twin Cities was found dead Monday in Medellín, Colombia, after kidnappers demanded $2,000 in ransom from his family.

Tou Ger Xiong, 50, was killed while on a vacation to Medellín. His brother, Eh Xiong, confirmed his death Tuesday morning on Facebook.

"The pain of his loss is indescribable. We extend our deepest gratitude to all who have offered their condolences, thoughts, and prayers," Xiong's family wrote in the Facebook statement.

Xiong, who lived in Woodbury, was kidnapped Sunday after a date with a woman he met on social media, according to the Colombian newspaper El Colombiano.

A group of men contacted his family demanding $2,000 — the equivalent of $8 million in Colombian pesos — and killed him a day later without collecting the money.

Three American tourists, including Xiong, have been murdered in the last month, El Colombiano reported.

Kidnappings in Colombia are on the rise, according to authorities. In the first few months of 2022, 35 people were abducted in the country, and that figure is more than double this year for the same period.

Early last month, the father of a Colombian soccer star was freed after he was held for around a week by a guerrilla group.

[The excerpt above came from here.]

Former state Sen. Mee Moua of St. Paul, for whom Xiong worked as a volunteer coordinator in her successful 2002 campaign, said in a statement that she was "weighed down with grief for my friend," and called Xiong "a one-of-a-kind modern-day hero."

U.S. Rep. Betty McCollum, D-St. Paul wrote on X, formerly known as Twitter, that Xiong's death was "devastating news" and that his work as a comedian and activist "touched many lives in the Twin Cities and beyond."

Hang said Xiong would perform skits based on his own stories growing up as a refugee and other lessons from the larger Hmong community. She recalled him bringing older Hmong women onto the stage to demonstrate how they would pick corn or fetch water as children, setting it to music and transforming it into a dance.

Xiong sought to connect first-generation Hmong American kids with classmates of other races, and strengthened intergenerational relationships with their families by making them proud to be Hmong, she said.

Xiong and Hang worked together on many community causes, including the formation of the Coalition for Community Relations, a group that traveled to rural Wisconsin from the Twin Cities in 2004 to "bear witness" at the trial of Chai Soua Vang, a Hmong American man eventually convicted for killing six hunters.

"We're not here to defend Chai," Xiong told the Star Tribune at the time. "We're coming together to accentuate the positives in the Hmong community."

Xiong also brought media attention to a hunger strike in Northern California in 2021 after a Hmong cannabis farmer was killed by police, Hang said. He flew to California to lead a march and gather stories. Discriminatory ordinances passed by Siskiyou County were later ruled unlawful.

"We don't have anyone else in the community like that," Hang said.

#asian americans #hmong #the hmong don't get talked about much on here #but many were displaced during the wars in indochina #and came to the us as refugees where they face racism #really sad to see an activist get killed violently

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mrvlbimbo · 1 year

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A Series of Nights pt 4

Night four (a night out)

Pt 3

“Ohmygod, we slept together,” she gasped out, scrambling up from her position and grabbing his shoulders excitedly.

“I think I’d remember that,” he chuckled, not sure what she was getting at. His foul mood was nowhere to be seen that morning, which was a nice change of pace.

“No dumbass, we slept. Like for the first time in a month I got a decent night's rest,” she explained, shaking his shoulders. Her eyes were lit up with excitement and he couldn’t help but laugh again.

AKA

partners awkwardly share a bed because its the only way for them to make the nightmares go away, chaos ensues

The next few weeks were soured with killings by the narcos. Pablo Escobar had been slighted by the Colombian government and he clearly wasn’t taking it well. When the dust first settled Javier tried to look on the bright side, this assassination made the cartel a more legitimate threat and it gave them more validity in their war against the narcos.

Things were going well with the three partners. Although Murphy didn’t let up on his teasing, they had seemingly managed to convince him nothing was going on with them…yet.

Steve spent the most time with the two of them and it wasn’t hard for him to see that there was some lingering tension. He wasn’t a body language expert but the way their eyes trailed over each other's bodies when they thought no one was watching was downright feral.

So he spent his free time teasing them. And maybe he was a bit too interested and when he came home after a long day of work to tell his wife all about how his coworkers were obviously in love it was a bit weird. She of course found it endearing at first. But over time the waiting game started to annoy Connie as well and the two reluctant lovebirds gained another fan.

With the two of them scheming, it was only a matter of time before they came up with a plan to get the oblivious agents together. Steve invited his coworkers out for a drink and Connie tagged alone, essentially making it a double date.

Javier opted to meet them there, wanting to bring his own car so he could leave when he felt inclined. The rest of them loaded into Steve’s car. The two women quickly caught up, having known each other well enough back when Steve and his partner were working in Miami. Connie of course would not stop asking about Javier which she found a bit suspicious but not too much. She hadn’t met the man and it was natural for her to be curious about her husband's other partner.

“Sooooo, Steve tells me you’ve got some workplace romance going on with one Javier Peña.” Connie giggled, pushing the other woman for details about her budding affair with the playboy agent.

“Your husband is a nosey little gossip, Connie. There's nothing going on between me and Peña.” She couldn't help the little smirk that pulled at the corners of her lips. The idea of having a “workplace romance’ with agent Peña wasn't a bad thing to think about.

“Well maybe not yet,” Steve mutters, causing her to give him an unamused look, rolling her eyes and groaning at his persistence. Connie takes that as her signal to get up and grab them some drinks.

“What's that supposed to mean?” she snapped, glaring across the table at her partner.

He didn't respond, instead just giving her a knowing look and an infuriating little smirk. That was until Connie came back with a whole platter of shots. They took turns knocking them back until the plate was just about empty and then they got back to the conversation at hand.

“It's obvious you two have the hots for each other,” he scoffed, words slurring a little bit under the influence of the tequila he had downed.

“And how do you figure that?” there was less venom in her words now, a genuine interest peeking through. If she was being too obvious about her ‘barely-there’ crush she wanted to know. But she also wanted to know if there was any chance the feeling was mutual.

“Oh Javi, I just can’t sleep without you,” he speaks in a downright dreadful impression of her, his southern accent poorly impersonating a breathy feminine tone she rarely if ever spoke in. “That's how you sound,” he asserted.

“I do not.” She couldn't help but giggle at his little display, blushing at the idea of her coming onto Javi so brazenly. Maybe it would work, she had just enough drinks in her to consider it.

“Oh and don't even get me started on him.” She sat forward in her seat at that. Connie smiled at her obvious interest when Steve mentioned the other man and how he might feel about her. “The way he looks at you should be considered public indecency. Plus I dont think I’ve ever seen him smile like he does when you’re giving him grief.”

“Speak of the devil,” Connie added as the man in question strided through the door.

He walked in like he owned the place, looking around passively until he noticed the people he was looking for.

He looked calm but the breath was sucked out of his lungs when he sat down next to his partner and noticed her far too short red dress. It was fitted with a deep v and a slit in the side so it just barely covered everything that needed to be covered.

He grabbed a shot glass off the table and threw it back before he even spoke. He meant to stay sober that night and for the most part he did but he needed that first shot to take a bit of the edge off. “You clean up nice,” his partner commented, trailing her hand over his arm absentmindedly as she took a shot of her own.

He could already tell her and Steve had had a bit too much to drink before he got there. He cursed himself for the extra few minutes he spent in front of the mirror deciding on what button up shirt and jeans combo he would wear that night. Connie spoke up, being the only one not a bit intoxicated. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Agent Peña. Your partners have told me a lot about you,” she commented, giving the other woman a knowing look.

“All bad I assume,” he joked, placing a hand on his partner’s shoulder as if he was asking for confirmation.

“I can’t believe you think so little of me, Javi,” she scolded, slurring her words a bit as she swayed in her seat.

His body heated up at the nickname. Plenty of people called him that but it was different hearing it from her lips. She rarely called him by his first name anyways, opting for his last name instead.

“Let's dance!” Steve offered, tugging his wife out of the booth after him. Clearly he wanted to get his hands on her in a way that was appropriate for a public setting and that was the best way to do so.

Javier looked over at the woman sitting next to him and grinned. “You gonna dance with me, partner?” he teased, lacing his fingers with her and standing.

She stood shakily and followed him to the dancefloor, stumbling over her feet and leaning against him heavily. She swayed against him to the music, taking in the distinctive smell of his cologne and his firm hands on her waist. The bumping music of the bar was the only sound between them, both knowing any conversation would make the whole thing awkward.

Their close proximity and the friction of dancing was bound to cause a situation for Javier. He excused himself before he could get himself in trouble for grinding his very obvious erection on her ass.

When he returned she was at the bar with another glass of something dark. She sipped it down quickly and placed it next to another empty glass that hadn’t been taken yet. Before he could take the seat beside her another man seemed to have the same idea.

He glared at them from across the bar, hot anger coursing through his body. He wasn't the jealous type, he had no room to be. None of the women he was with ever had any implication of exclusivity. He didn’t mind it that way, he knew he was the best so he didn’t need to be the only one.

It wasn’t jealousy he was feeling, it was rage. She was well past drunk and this creep was looming over her, staring her down with a predatory gaze. Javi was gritting his teeth when the man leaned closer to her and put his hand on her leg.

She shrunk away from him, not able to get up from her seat in her drunken haze. She looked scared and confused, he saw red.

He wanted to rush over there and punch the guy in the jaw, but he needed to handle this with tact. Instead he calmly walked over and took her face in his hand, “How's my girl?” he murmured in her ear, so close his lips were brushing her cheek in a closed mouth kiss.

“Javi!” she giggled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and trying to pull him closer to her. By now the man who was bothering her was long gone, giving the two of them a glare from across the bar.

“Come on. Let’s get you home,” he grumbled, dragging her out of the bar.

He draped an arm around her shoulder to keep her steady as he led her to the car. She giggled as she stumbled over herself, leaning most of her weight onto his chest.

She haphazardly fell into the car once the door was open, trying to pull him in after her. He stood firmly, pulling out of her grasp so he could get into the driver's seat.

The tense air of the ride home was broken by the weight of a small hand trailing over Javier’s thigh. His breath hitched as he coaxed her hand off his leg and back into her own lap, intertwining their fingers to keep her still.

“Hands to yourself,” he scolded. She was clearly very drunk and he didn’t want her trying anything she would be embarrassed about in the morning.

Unfortunately, there was no way he could keep her from opening her mouth, which was made evident after he had herded her into her apartment. She fell onto the couch with a huff. “Take my clothes off,” she whined, missing the way his eyes widened at her comment due to her being utterly shitfaced.

“Let's get you to bed,” he replied, ignoring her request. He grabbed her waist and manhandled her over his shoulder so he could carry her into the bedroom.

He set her down on the bed in a less than gentle manner. She grumbled at that and tugged at the straps of her dress. “No outside clothes on my bed,” she slurred, waving her arms in the air as a sign for him to help her out of the dress. He groaned and stepped closer so he was at the edge of the bed. Closing his eyes, he reached out and pulled the dress over her head.

When he didn’t hear her moving to change into any sleeping clothes, he opened his eyes but looked over her shoulder instead of at her. “Put some clothes on,” he commanded.

“No. Feels better like this,” she replied, crawling under the covers and nuzzling into the soft sheets.

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, not having planned to spend his night babysitting his drunk coworker. Lost in his own thoughts, he barely noticed when she reached for his hand.

“What's a pretty thing like you doing here?” she slurred, both of her eyes snapped shut and then opened in a lazy attempt to wink.

He wasn’t sure if she meant in the apartment, in this city, or in the country of Columbia. Or maybe she didn’t mean anything at all, that was the most likely thing. He had been called many things by many women but pretty was not often one of them.

He pulled his hand out of her weak grasp and stripped his clothes off so he could get into bed. As soon as he was under the covers she pressed herself into his side, stroking a hand over his chest. He took a sharp inhale and wrapped his arm around her in return.

“So pretty,” she mused, bringing her hand up to cradle his face and bring his eyes to her. “You gonna show me a good time?” she ran her finger over his lips, a clear look of lust in her eyes. “I’ve been trying to fuck you for weeks now,” she whispered, leaning closer so their lips were almost touching.

“You’re drunk,” he stated, not wanting to hear anymore of her intoxicating words because he knew they weren't true.

“Am not,” she slurred, accepting his rejection and snuggling into his side. He was acutely aware that she was completely naked save for a pair of lace underwear, which made it feel more scandalous if anything.

He tried to steady out his breathing as she quickly fell asleep next to him and he wondered if this was some sort of divine punishment for his womanizing ways.

The next morning was eventful to say the least. While Javier expected to wake up in the position he went to bed in, that isn’t what happened. He woke to a cold and empty bed. It was what he was used to with her but somehow it still surprised him.

He put his jeans on and stepped into the kitchen. He was greeted by the sight of her in that damn robe. It was always just a bit too short and a bit too tight, but with her straining to grab a bowl from a high shelf it was covering pretty much nothing.

The gentlemanly thing to do would be to help her, and so in a sleep ridden haze that’s what he did. He absentmindedly placed a hand on her exposed hip as he reached over her to grab the bowl.

She took a shaky breath in at the contact of his hand and his chest pressing to her back. “Thank you,” she murmured.

“Sure thing,” he replied simply, staying there for a moment even after the bowl was safely on the counter. His voice was a bit loud and she clearly winced at the words.

“You ok?” he questioned.

“Hungover,” she groaned, leaning back into his touch. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to the feeling of her pressed against him.

“Yeah. You were very drunk last night.” He laughed a bit, remembering her drunken antics.

She spun around frantically, her face only an inch from his chest. He stepped back a bit but put his hands on the counter beside her so she was still caged between him and the cabinets. Her eyes widened with realization when she saw the smirk on his face. “Oh my god! Did we?”

“Oh believe me, you’d remember,” he replied, the sly grin on his face growing wider.

“Javi!” She exclaimed, her face burning with embarrassment. It was rare he saw her shaken like this, he would be lying if he said it wasn’t kinda cute to see her go shy from something as simple as the idea of having sex with him.

“Plus I’d never take advantage of you like that. Even if you were practically throwing yourself at me,” he assured her, the teasing tone not leaving his voice for more than a second.

“I was NOT,” she yelped, trying her best to defend herself from embarrassment even though she was clearly failing.

“No? I seem to remember you saying that you want to fuck me. Is that true?,” he questioned, leaning close to her and whispering in her ear. His voice was raspy from the morning as well as lust.

“I'm busy, Javi. Stop distracting me,” she whined, turning around and grabbing the bowl along with the rest of the supplies for pancakes.

“Oh believe me. I can distract you all day baby,” he whispered, hands ghosting up and down her hips and waist.

“Nope. Nuh uh. Not gonna happen. Don’t even bother.” Her words said one thing but the way she pushed her hips back into his grip said another.

He huffed and stepped away from the counter, ego slightly bruised at how quick she had shut him down. He sat patiently as she fixed breakfast, content to watch the way she hurried around the kitchen. The domesticity of it all was strangely turning him on, but pretty much everything she did turned him on.

#javier pena #javier pena smut #javier pena x reader #narcos #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal

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Sixteen Venezuelan and Colombian migrants who entered the country through Texas were flown to California by chartered plane and dropped off outside a church in Sacramento, Gov. Gavin Newsom and migrant rights advocates said Saturday.

The young men and women were dropped off Friday outside the Roman Catholic Diocese of Sacramento with only a backpack's worth of belongings each, said Eddie Carmona, campaign director at PICO California, a faith-based community organizing group that has been assisting the migrants.

The migrants had already been processed by U.S. immigration officials and given court dates for their asylum cases when "individuals representing a private contractor" approached them outside a migrant center in El Paso, Texas, Carmona said. They offered to help the migrants get jobs and get them to their final destination, he said.

"They were lied to and intentionally deceived," Carmona said, adding that the migrants had no idea where they were after being dropped off in Sacramento.

Newsom said he and Attorney General Rob Bonta met with the group of migrants on Saturday and learned they were transported from Texas to New Mexico and then flown by private chartered jet to Sacramento.

"We are working closely with the Mayor's office, along with local and nonprofit partners to ensure the people who have arrived are treated with respect and dignity, and get to their intended destination as they pursue their immigration cases," Newsom said in a statement.

Newsom said he is also working with the California Department of Justice to find out who paid for the group's travel and "whether the individuals orchestrating this trip misled anyone with false promises or have violated any criminal laws, including kidnapping."

In the last year, Republican governors in Texas and Florida have been busing and flying migrants to Democratic strongholds without advance warning as part of a campaign to focus attention on what they say are the Biden administration's failed border policies.

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Does this guy have citizenship in New Zealand? Would this impact this guys chances of gaining citizenship?

The trans activist at the center of controversy after assaulting English women’s rights advocate Kellie-Jay Keen in Auckland, New Zealand, is a representative for the United Nations who was invited to speak at the UN on International Women’s Day, March 8, a revelation that is now beginning to circulate on social media.

Eliana Rubashkyn, also known as Eliana Golberstein and Eliana Rubinstein, is a male who identifies as transgender and intersex, and uses “they/them” pronouns. Rubashkyn is originally Jewish-Ukrainian from Colombia, but currently lives in New Zealand. He has worked with the UN as a Program Officer at ILGA World (the International Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans, and Intersex Association).

Rubashkyn boasted about assaulting women’s rights campaigner Kellie-Jay Keen on March 25 during what was supposed to be a peaceful women’s rights demonstration. Keen, also known by her moniker Posie Parker, had arranged for a speaking tour of New Zealand centered around giving women the platform to express their thoughts on gender ideology. But Keen was forced to cut the tour short after being met with extreme aggression at her first stop in Auckland.

As Keen stood in the rotunda at Albert Park in central Auckland, where the event was scheduled to be held, a mob of trans activists broke through the barriers. With no police in sight, Keen began to express concern about the safety of herself and her supporters as she streamed live on YouTube.

Among the hoard of trans activists was Rubashkyn, who had managed to get inside the bandstand by lying about his identity. As Keen approached, he then dumped a liter of tomato juice onto her and her security. Videos of the incident have since circulated on social media, and Rubashkyn told a local news station that he was able to approach Keen because he lied about his identity, and “they were not thinking that I am a trans person, because I’m intersex and trans but they can’t tell.”

In a statement on the act, Rubashkyn claimed that he targeted Keen because “her words are blood because they are killing our people.” He continued: “That tomato juice represents the blood of the people she is trying to kill.”

The last murder of a transgender person in New Zealand was in 2018. Zenith Campbell was murdered by Paddy Woods, his long-time boyfriend. Since Campbell’s death, however, two transgender New Zealanders have been charged with violent crimes — one of whom tortured a young girl to death.

On social media, Rubashkyn boasted of the attack on Keen, leading many women’s rights advocates to hone in on his Twitter feed.

The images of Rubashkyn at the United Nations were first revealed by women’s rights advocates, and then quickly shared by popular detransitioner Oli London,.

While many were shocked by Rubashkyn’s presence at the United Nations on International Women’s Day, his connections with the intergovernmental organization date back years.

While a student studying at the Taipei Medical University in September of 2013, Rubashkyn visited Hong Kong to update his passport. He had begun taking estrogen the year prior and wanted to update his photograph, but the Colombian consulate in Hong Kong was the closest place he could do it.

After arriving in Hong Kong, Rubashkyn claims he was subjected to mistreatment by the Hong Kong border authorities, and contacted the UN High Commissioner for Refugees through Amnesty International. The High Commissioner provided Rubashkyn protection under the stipulation he surrender his passport, at which point he was allowed to enter the country.

Without a passport, Rubashkyn became a stateless person, and was effectively stuck in Hong Kong for several months where he faced deportation back to Colombia. While in Hong Kong, Rubashkyn fought to have his legal gender marker changed to “female” in contravention of Hong Kong law, which stipulated that a person must go through genital alteration prior to being legally recognized as the opposite sex. In April of 2014, with the assistance of the United Nations, he became the first transgender person to be recognized as his self-declared “gender” in Hong Kong despite not having undergone any surgeries.

By late 2014, Rubashkyn had been moved to New Zealand where he then fought for refugee status and was granted asylum in May of 2014. The next year, he paid for his Israeli boyfriend to meet him in Auckland where the two married while Rubashkyn studied at a local university.

According to his LinkedIn, Rubashkyn currently works as a pharmacist, and he is also a Gender Identity, Gender Expression and Sex Characteristics Officer with the International Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans, and Intersex Association via the United Nations.

It is currently unclear what actions, if any, will be taken against Rubashkyn for his attack on Kellie-Jay Keen during the March 25 demonstration. According to the New Zealand Crimes Act 1961, Rubashkyn may have committed assault when he threw tomato juice on Keen and her security guard. The legal definition of assault is very broad in New Zealand, covering any situation where an individual directly or indirectly applies force against another person’s body. Community Law New Zealandnotes that this “includes when you do this indirectly – by throwing something for example.”

But despite Rubashkyn admitting to the act, the Prime Minister of New Zealand has refused to state whether any assaults committed during the Let Women Speak demonstration will be properly investigated by police.

During a press conference today, The Platform reporter Sean Plunket asked PM Chris Hipkins if he could give “general assurance” that justice would be pursued.

“Those are matters for the commissioner of police,” Hipkins responded curtly, re-stating the line when pressed further.

By Genevieve Gluck

Genevieve is the Co-Founder of Reduxx, and the outlet's Chief Investigative Journalist with a focused interest in pornography, sexual predators, and fetish subcultures. She is the creator of the podcast Women's Voices, which features news commentary and interviews regarding women's rights.

Of all people they could have quoted why did it have to be Oli London? Couldn’t they find a detransitioned person with less controversy?

#New zealand #united nations #international women’s day #Eliana Rubashkyn is a man #ILGA World (the international lesbian gay bisexual trans and intersex association)#The last trans identified man murdered in New Zealand was back in 2018 and he was killed by another man #The UN already helped this guy get around laws in Hong Kong

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I’m a black woman from Colombia (so I’m sorry if my English isn’t great) and I’ve been a fan of Taylor since 2011, she has been my best friend and only consistent thing in my life ever since. I didn’t know about the existence of MH until the rumors of them dating started. I’m not gonna lie, I’m angry. Angry that taylor doesn’t seem to care about people like me. Angry that she has brought his existence to my attention. Angry that that man is free to go around in the world harming people of color and so many of his fans (and now Taylor’s) will pretend that they don’t see. Here in Colombia there’s a very common phenomenon of american and european men visiting so they can buy sex from underage Colombian girls (who live in poverty) and like. Knowing that Taylor has chosen to associate herself with a man who very likely would engage in this behavior is so… heartbreaking. Women like me don’t deserve to get brutalized, we’re not sex objects and we deserve as much respect as white women (would Taylor be fine with a man that said those same pornographic things about women who look like her?), idk. This is just a lot of rumbling and I have no conclusion. I’m just sad and feeling marginalized within the fandom given the way some people chose to ignore the issue. Idk idk

^^^

#nothing to add but sending you so much love and im so sorry.#i got mail*#anonymous

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BESTIE!!! I’m still here😭😭 life got hectic and I felt like I was getting annoying at one point so I stopped sending in updates😭

But the date went so good! He took me out to this really nice and expensive restaurant and afterwards we went to the beach and walked around the boulevard. 2 dates later and he asked me to be his gf😫😫😫 That’s basically it. I moved in with him like two months ago and I couldn’t be happier. I never imagined I could love someone so much. Plus he’s amazing! Like he pays and takes care of literally everything🤭🤭 he gets me flowers every week, and he buys me things just randomly bc “I thought of you when I saw this” AAHHHH🤭🤭🤭 i’m sorry i’m so weak for him😖. Moral of my rambling session, he’s the best and i’m in love😫.

TMI😭 but dude this man talks dirty to me in spanish and i have no idea what any of it means but it’s so hot😵‍💫 and he’s so dominant and rough while we’re fucking, but then the aftercare is literally so intimate and sweet🫠🫠🫠. plus the d is so big. I’m so sorry I’ll stop now

Besides that, one of my so called friends talked shit about us bc she thinks he’s too good for me and that he should be with a latina and not me😭 (he’s Colombian and Mexican, i’m Egyptian) i felt so insecure abt this idk why and i brought it up with him and he reassured me that he doesn’t care where i’m from and that she’s a horrible ‘friend’ for saying that shit behind my back. I dropped her anyway bc she’s a bitch. besides they jealous because you are rocking my world every night...yeah I said it, the D is fire 🔥

Also, i quit my job at the cafe like a month ago bc tbh i was only looking for a husband and i don’t get paid enough to deal with white women that throw a tantrum when I tell them i don’t remember their order just bc they come in every two weeks or so😭😭

I’m sorry this was long, but I was so happy to see you say you liked my updates cause I felt annoying af 😭🩷

HIII POOKIEE, i’m so glad that it worked out for you omg 🤭 he sounds so sweet, i’m glad you’re getting the treatment you deserve :) tbh, that ‘friend’ sounds like a complete bitch for saying that like it’s any of their business 😭 anyways, you were never annoying. these are so fun to read 🤭

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Halle Berry, the Colombian singer, the pretty Narcos date... Pedro has good taste!

Oh, when it comes to women he has great taste, the ones we saw him flirt with, check them out or the ones he possibly, maybe, allegedly had something with are very pretty.

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Hi dearies! I was wondering if you could help me find an fc (obviously!) The muse in mind had a bit of a wild side in their youth but is trying to turn it around now and be a proper adult. I know that's a little particular, but thankfully nothing else is decided! Any ethnicity, gender or age as long as they can sell the "used to be bad but now good" look. Please and thank you! Hopefully that made sense 🤞

Danny Trejo (1944) Mexican [Indigenous, as well as European, small amount of African].

Lindsay Duncan (1950)

Clarke Peters (1952) African-American.

Benjamin Bratt (1963) Peruvian of Quechua descent, White.

Timothy Olyphant (1968)

Peter Dinklage (1969) - has achondroplasia.

Melissa McCarthy (1970)

Don Lee (1971) Korean.

Carla Gugino (1971)

Michael Irby (1972) African-American / Mexican.

Clemens Schick (1972) - has said that he's not interested in either "gay" or "heterosexual" labels and falls in love with both men and women, but only dates men.

Sara Ramírez (1975) Mexican and some Irish - non-binary, queer and bisexual (they/them) - is pro Palestine!

Pedro Pascal (1975) White Chilean - called for ceasefire and medical aid in Palestine!

Tawny Cypress (1976) African-American, Accawmacke / White - is queer.

Raúl Castillo (1977) Mexican.

Rutina Wesley (1978) African-American - has dated men and women but hasn't labelled her sexuality.

Natasha Lyonne (1979) Ashkenazi Jewish.

Stephanie Beatriz (1981) Colombian [White, one quarter Sephardi Jewish, possibly other] / Bolivian [Unspecified Indigenous, White, possibly other] - is bisexual.

JD Pardo (1980) Argentinean / Salvadorian.

T'Nia Miller (1980) Afro Jamaican - is a lesbian.

Ricky Whittle (1981) Afro Jamaican / White.

Beth Ditto (1981) - is queer - is pro Palestine!

Gabriel Luna (1982) Mexican and Lipan Apache.

Riz Ahmed (1982) Pakistani - is pro Palestine!

Mahesh Jadu (1982) Bihari, Gorakhpuri and Kashmiri Indo-Mauritian.

Billie Piper (1982)

Dichen Lachman (1982) Tibetan / German.

Ed Skrein (1983) Ashkenazi Jewish / possibly English.

Greta Lee (1983) Korean.

Levy Tran (1983) Vietnamese.

Carlos Miranda (1984) Nicaraguan.

Asia Kate Dillon (1984) Ashkenazi Jewish / Unspecified - non-binary and pansexual (they/them) - is pro Palestine!

Max Riemelt (1984)

Jaimie Alexander (1984)

Richard Cabral (1984) Mexican.

Rahul Kohli (1985) Punjabi Indian - uses he/they.

Clayton Cardenas (1985) Mexican, Filipino.

Miguel Gomez (1985) Colombian.

Jai Courtney (1986)

Josh Segarra (1986) Puerto Rican.

Monica Raymund (1986) Dominican Republic / English, Ashkenazi Jewish - is bisexual.

Roberta Colindrez (1986) Mexican - is queer.

Michaela Coel (1987) Ghanaian - is aromantic.

Sarah Snook (1987)

Mae Martin (1987) - is non-binary (they/them).

Lewis Tan (1987) Singaporean Chinese / White.

David Castañeda (1989) Mexican.

Danielle Brooks (1989) - has openly dated men and women but hasn't labelled her sexuality.

Hannah John-Kamen (1989) Nigerian / Norwegian.

Jack O'Connell (1990)

Michaela Jaé Rodriguez (1991) African-American, 1/4 Emma Mackey- is trans.

Ramy Youssef (1991) Egyptian - is pro Palestine!

Jeanine Mason (1991) Cuban.

Julio Macias (1990) Mexican.

Eric Graise (1990) African-American - is a double leg amputee and uses prosthetic legs and a wheelchair.

Kiowa Gordon (1990) Hualapai (maternal grandmother), White.

Barry Keoghan (1992)

Bae Suzy (1994) Korean.

Jessie Mei Li (1995) Hongkonger / English - is a gender non-conforming woman who uses she/they.

Bilal Baig (1995) Pakistani - is genderfluid and non-binary (they/them).

Kehlani (1995) African-American, French, Blackfoot, Cherokee, Mexican, Filipino, White, Choctaw - non-binary womxn, lesbian and polyamorous - she/they - is pro Palestine!

Ruth Codd (1996) - is a right leg below the knee amputee and uses a prosthetic leg.

Florence Pugh (1996) - is pro Palestine!

Emma Mackey (1996)

Emilio Sakraya (1996) Moroccan and Serbian.

Please let me know if you'd like something more specific!

#fc help #rph #rpc #long ask cw

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it's enraging to read comments like "oh poor woman, but she should've chosen a better man" under videos/posts about women killed by their partners. how was she supposed to know her boyfriend/husband would kill her? did valentina trespalacios, a colombian DJ who was strangled in her sleep by her boyfriend in a hotel room five days ago, know that he would do this to her?

i hate it that the first thing that pops into people's mind is placing the blame on the victim. "why didn't she leave?", "why couldn't she find a nicer guy?", "why she..." WHY ARE YOU BLAMING HER?! she wasn't expecting to die when she agreed on dating a man. imagine telling a woman who lost a mom, daughter, sister at the hands of a man that if only she had known better, she would still be here like ??? have some fucking decency. hold the bastard accountable, but don't go after a woman who can't defend herself anymore and her family.

#personal

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camilorico · 1 year

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About Karol G - the Woman who Rose to the Top of the Reggaeton World

One artist that I have been listening to non-stop lately is a Latin artist who goes by the name of Karol G. You may have heard her name as she has become famous not only in Latin America but globally. Karol G is a Colombian artist of mainly the reggaeton, Latin trap and hip-hop genres. Reggaeton is defined as a music genre that blends Jamaican influences of reggae music with Latin American dance hall music and hip-hop influences. Throughout her career, Karol G has collaborated with many well-known artists in Latin America, but in the U.S. as well, which have helped boost her to the global status she maintains now.

Her first hit was “Ahora Me Llama” (Now He Calls Me) featuring Puerto Rican trap artist Bad Bunny in 2017. She continued to produce more hits such as “Culpables” (Guilty) in 2018 with Anuel AA, another famous trap artist like Bad Bunny. There were rumors about her dating Anuel after they released that song, so by the end of 2018, the two released a song together confirming their dating relationship to the public called “Secreto” (Secret) which was another success. The two had a “power couple” status commonly compared to Beyonce and Jay-Z’s level in Latin America. Karol G continued to release more hits such as “China” in 2019, which was a collaboration with Anuel AA, Daddy Yankee, Ozuna, and J Balvin - all who are popular Latin reggaeton/trap artists, “Tusa” (Heartbreak) with Nicki Minaj in 2019, “Bichota” (Bad B*tch) in 2020, “Provenza” (Provence) in 2021, and she featured in Becky G’s song “MAMIII” in 2022. To clarify, these are only some of her top hits which had charted the billboards and even won her Grammy Awards, Billboard Music Awards, etc.

As we can clearly see, Karol G did not fail to stay relevant in the music industry since her breakthrough in 2017, with a new release or feature every consecutive year. However she did not immediately start out in the limelight when she began pursuing her music career. Karol G’s real name is Carolina Giraldo Navarro and she was born and raised in Colombia. She was first recognized for her musical talents when she performed on the Colombian version of The X-Factor in her country when she was 14 years old, and a few years later, she had her first record contract with Colombian company Flamingo Records and Puerto Rican company Diamond Music, and by then she chose her artist name to be Karol G. She released a few songs from 2007 to 2010 but they were not very successful, so she continued to study music at the University of Antioquia in Colombia. Karol G then traveled to Universal Studios in Miami, Florida where she presented her project but was rejected to be signed for a record due to her gender. Karol comments about it in an interview with PAPER magazine, "About nine years ago, I went to Miami for the first time; my parents got me a meeting [with the label]. I presented my project,’ she says, ‘and they liked it. But they said I could maybe be a songwriter, but a woman making reggaeton? That wouldn't work.’”.

This is because reggaeton has always been a male-dominated genre so not many women have become popular in the genre, with a few exceptions like Dominican artist Natti Natasha, Mexican-American artist Becky G, and Puerto Rican artist Ivy Queen, who became famous in the early 2000s and is known as the “Queen of Reggaeton”. However, it can be safely said that there are many more mainstream male reggaeton artists, like the artists I had previously mentioned. Even the “King of Reggaeton”, Daddy Yankee, who you have probably heard of before, is more globally known than the “Queen of Reggaeton”. In fact, I even asked my friend, who was born and raised in Dominican Republic until he migrated to New Jersey at 16 years old, if he knew who Ivy Queen was, and he said he did not know her, but of course when I mentioned I was writing about "reggaeton", the first person he thought of was Daddy Yankee.

However Karol G was not deterred by the rejection and continued to perform wherever she could back in Colombia with the support of her father, but by 2014 she moved to New York to try to boost her career in America again. Karol G saw an advertisement for business administration classes on the subway, which helped her learn more about the industry. From that time until she released “Ahora Me Llama” (Now He Calls Me) with Bad Bunny in 2017, Karol G released some more songs, one of them called “Ricos Besos” (Sweet Kisses) which was a hit in Colombia, and she signed with Universal Music Latino. Karol G created a strong foundation for her career which can explain how she is flourishing now as a global reggaeton icon and did not end up as a “one-hit wonder”.

I personally admire Karol G a lot because she is a strong advocate for woman empowerment and breaking the misogynistic boundaries of the reggaeton genre, which she has demonstrated through her rise to the top of the reggaeton world with songs confidently embracing her femininity and sexuality.

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From just looking at some of the lyrics from her breakthrough song “Ahora Me Llama” (Now He Calls Me), Karol G states, “Yo soy dueña de mi vida, a mí nadie me manda” (I am the owner of my life, no one controls me). Marty Preciado of NPR Music describes this song as, “A bass-heavy, unapologetic trap anthem to the power of femininity, soiled in hi-hats and heavy sub-bass, the song challenges hegemonic masculinity, singing about respect, love and sex-positive decisions… Karol G confidently states about the ownership, control and enjoyment of her life, femininity and sexuality.”

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Another one of her biggest hits, “Tusa” (Heartbreak) became a global anthem for women, as the reggaeton song is about a woman trying to get over her ex and heal and to remind her to “know her worth”. The collaboration with Nicki Minaj, who has been globally known as the "Queen of Rap" for years and is never ashamed to express her sexuality and boost confidence in fellow women, makes the song an even more powerful piece of motivation to help women move on to bigger and better things.

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Karol G’s song, “Bichota” (Bad B*tch) is another viral anthem of femininity where she created her own unique term from Puerto Rican word “bichote” which means “a powerful drug dealer”, to “a strong and empowered woman”. She explained further in an interview on the “The Tonight Show” with Jimmy Fallon, “I wanted to create a ‘bichota’ but its meaning is going to be: a bitch boss girl, powerful, great, incredible, doing her things by herself, you know?”.

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The last track that I think really shows Karol G’s support for women is not a part of any of her albums, since she was the featured artist, but “MAMIII” by Becky G is a reggaeton track about female empowerment for ending a toxic relationship, which many women can relate to.

I think these four songs that I mentioned were really unique in the reggaeton genre because since it is such a male-dominated genre, there are not many reggaeton songs about women ending toxic relationships or female empowerment. In fact, it is a very common trend in reggaeton for male artists to over-sexualize and objectify women in their songs instead, so the fact that Karol G made all these four songs that basically diss men and motivate women into hits, shows that the genre is moving in a new direction.

Altogether, Karol G is such an inspiring icon for women, proving that she overcame barriers due to her gender by making a name for herself in a genre that has barely been touched by women. I think it is important to recognize that she is truly changing the industry through her consistent billboard chart-topping hits, her creation of “bichota”, a new female-empowering term, and just her overall loyal global fanbase. In fact, the same company that rejected Karol, Universal Studios, actually offered her a contract 7 years later because of her global status, so I think she is living proof that anything is possible with hard work and dedication.

I would like to end this blog post with a motivating quote that Karol G said in an interview with the LA Times, “For years, I heard that women do not do reggaeton. Reggaeton and urban music belong to men, but as a woman, you belong to men. Now women are on another level. We are well prepared to lead. We've earned it and we're going to fight for it”. Hopefully we can continue to see Karol G progress with even more hits and be able to break the boundaries of reggaeton with her large influence. If you would like to take a listen to some of Karol G's music, I have linked her Spotify playlist below!

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