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carlos-in-glasses · 6 months

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Where All This Love Comes From

I'm so excited to share what has been known as Flashback Fic! 107k words, with all 14 chapters here on Ao3, rated E.

Six months after Gabriel Reyes’ death, TK grows concerned about Carlos’ drinking and brings him to a meeting at the Y. Afterwards, over omelets at the diner, the husbands open up to each other. TK reflects on meeting Carlos after years of addiction and self-destruction, while Carlos has continued to seek closure by uncovering two unknowns: The identity of his father’s killer, and how his father truly felt about Carlos as his son.

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Carlos puts his arms around him from behind and holds him still, kissing his neck. TK tries to twist in Carlos’ grip, but he won’t let him. He starts walking him towards the bedroom. “I’m desperate for you,” TK says, his blood hot, cheeks red, eyes pricking with tears. “I know.” “Make me forget everything.” “I will.” “I only want to think about you.” “You will.” Carlos stops for a breath. He smells TK – his clean hair, his evanesced cologne, his natural man scent, his salty tears that have imbued his skin, the sweat of stress. Sad, but still beautiful to Carlos. TK, delicious. “I never thought I’d have you. I never thought–” he can’t speak anymore.

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Chapter 1: A Trail to Follow

In 2023, TK discovers something that triggers memories of heroin withdrawal seven years before – and Carlos makes amends with Gutiérrez after accusing him of his father’s murder.

Chapter 2: A Very Nice Sweater for the 'Y'

TK takes Carlos to the N.A. meeting – but when things don’t go as hoped, he instigates another method to get Carlos talking.

Chapter 3: Snowballing

A messy situation in 2010 causes TK as a high school junior to lash out. In 2023, Carlos realizes it's time to tell TK about one more secret.

Chapter 4: Original Sin

In 2013, Carlos accidentally destroys Gabriel’s oldest friendship. Nine years later, he attempts to make peace after he and TK get engaged.

Chapter 5: Between Two Bridges

In 2022, a grieving and struggling TK is compelled to talk to Owen about his 2020 overdose, which leads him to remember when his addiction nearly killed him years before. In 2023, TK asks Carlos about his history with alcohol. (Note: Chapter features TK using and gets fairly graphic)

Chapter 6: One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Floor

TK and Carlos compare notes on when they first came out – with Carlos spiraling in 2011 after an unexpected outburst, while TK in 2008 is embraced (and embarrassed) by his parents. In 2021, both handle the raw days of their breakup differently too.

Chapter 7: A Boy's Best Friend

In 2009, Gabriel attempts to connect with his increasingly distant and unhappy teenage son. In 2013, the fallout of Carlos leaving Iris has begun, and he knows his relationship with his parents will never be the same. In 2023, TK tries to talk to Gabriel about the bombshell revelation that Carlos doesn’t want kids.

Chapter 8: Your Heart, As If It Was My Very Own

In 2011, TK is left bewildered after he loses his virginity. Years later, with Carlos, TK's mind (among other things) is blown in a whole new way. In 2022, TK has an important conversation with a certain visitor when he wakes from his coma.

Chapter 9: Coffee with Gutiérrez

In September 2023, Carlos seeks an important but painful truth from Gutiérrez, and finds an unexpected ally within the 126. Two months later in Blue Moon Diner, TK gets ready to tell Carlos more about his past in New York.

Chapter 10: The Day Begins Like Any Other

In 2016, after TK experiences an assault and sees an old friend again under devastating circumstances, he makes a life-altering decision when his dealer suggests he try something new. In 2009, TK is attacked at school. (Note: Please heed the tags and the chapter note. Reader discretion advised. Look after your hearts).

Chapter 11: Lonely as a Sparrow in the Rain

When Carlos confesses to TK about where he went with Judd back in September – and why – TK has to tell Carlos something he won't want to hear. In 2014, a rift develops when Carlos shows off his new Camaro to his parents.

Chapter 12: Happy For You, Son

Before moving to Austin, TK falls out with his parents over his relationship with Alex. In December 2020, it's a different story as Carlos hosts Owen and Gwyn for TK's birthday meal. In 2012, Carlos has some unexpected news for his own parents, but Michelle tries to intervene. When TK and Carlos get engaged a decade later, Gabriel has something to say about it.

Chapter 13: The Risk of Love

In May 2023, Owen and TK save a spiraling Carlos from making the biggest mistake of his life when he thinks he’s found his father’s killer. In 2020, TK and Carlos become boyfriends beneath a sky full of aurora borealis.

Chapter 14: A Night Worth Celebrating

On a rainy night in 2020, TK and Carlos meet for the first time. In 2023, weeks after their big talk at Blue Moon, TK celebrates his thirtieth birthday with his husband, their family and their friends by his side – and Carlos is a little bit better at sharing his secrets.

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#Where All This Love Comes From #Flashback Fic #cig fic #my fic #Tarlos #tarlos fanfic #tk strand x carlos reyes #I've been working on this since March so I'm beyond delighted and relieved to share it #Thank you so much for reading if you do - I cannot explain how much I appreciate it

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hbc-rpg · 1 month

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¡El momento ha llegado! Con esta publicación damos pie a las reservas de PB y cupo.

Iremos actualizando la lista de reservas conforme lleguen a nuestra mensajería, por lo que recomendamos que refresquen la publicación (alt + F5). Ante cualquier duda o inconveniente, pueden hablarnos directamente por interno. Estaremos atentos.

LISTA DE RESERVAS

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Dioniso (3/12) aubelona kalimotxo Volents Iris (1/12) HereWeGoAgain Khione (4/12) DEH Mimir Bitchery Crozier Atenea (8/12) Mess Relámpago Keraunos starshiptrooper Zar Toska Nebulosa Raven Comunes Ares bizcochitodecanela Torchic Mac&Cheese ChihuahuaFurioso Nightmare Hypnos SavageRat moonflower Nightmare Xylas Hermes Trece Lu Apolo achilles whats Venat Afrodita Noctis Pecas Leixah Ash starshiptrooper Seres Hefesto Noctis Tyler Némesis Keraunos Tyche Taco al Pastor Ghidorah

#reservas #anuncio

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foggyfanfic · 9 months

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Of Men and Yelling

Oneshot Summary: Continuation of Love and Fury. Bruno's eldest child contemplates the difference between his old father and his new father.

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Gabriel’s madré had been a very quiet woman, and his father had been too loud for her to stand. Or at least that’s what he assumed. He had been told she left soon after he could walk. He often wondered why she hadn’t taken him with her, but he figured that his old father just plain old hadn’t let her.

Gabriel’s old father was very loud and he had had a lot of rules that he wanted Gabriel to follow. Not all of which made sense.

Gabriel’s new Tío Félix was also very loud, but in a distinctly happy way. His laughter echoed off the walls, he frequently cheered when one of the children showed him pictures they drew or cool rocks they found, sometimes he would get excited and shout the punchline of his joke. He was loud in a good way, and although it sometimes startled him, Gabriel liked the way his new Tío was loud.

His other new Tío could be loud too, but always incidentally. Tío Agustín might yelp when he tripped, or shout compliments at his wife over the clanking of pots and pans, or, just like Tío Félix, get overly excited on behalf of the kids.

His new Tías and new Mamí would also get loud sometimes, but in his experience, girls getting loud wasn’t the same as boys getting loud. When his father got loud, his Abuelo would tell Gabriel to grab his Tía and wait with her and the baby in the nursery until everything was quiet again. Sometimes, it would take hours for things to get quiet, and when they did, all the men in the house would be grumpy and snappish.

When his Tía had gotten loud, Abuelo would hug her and say strange things like, “There’ll be enough money by the end of the year” or “Just a little bit longer”. One or two times Abuelo said, in a voice like a reminder, “you promised to take Gabe with you”.

Gabriel used to wonder where his Tía was going to take him, now he wondered if his Tía would have brought him here to the Madrigals. Or if his Abuelo did this purely out of desperation.

Gabriel’s new father never got loud.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. You would think that if yelling led to hiding in a nursery, then quiet should be alright. Good even.

But when his old father had suddenly gotten quiet, it just meant there wasn’t enough warning to grab his Tía. There wouldn’t have been any warning at all if Gabriel hadn’t wanted to check on his baby cousin. Gabriel had walked in to see his father picking the toddler up, she had fussed and he had shaken her so violently, Gabe hadn’t been able to hold back a scream.

His father had put her down and turned on Gabriel instead.

Next thing Gabriel knew, he was with the Madrigals. His Abuelo was practically begging his new parents to take him in, despite the fact that his new Mamí was already saying they would. When they managed to reassure Gabriel’s Abuelo they would love him as their own, he had left, supposedly to bring his Tía to Encanto too.

Gabriel had soon learned his baby cousin was also with the Madrigals. He had watched, struck dumb with horror, as his new father had carried her into the room. The little girl had pulled at his new father’s long curls, and although his new father had hissed and grimaced, he hadn’t yelled, he hadn’t shaken her, or even glared. He had just grabbed her little wrist between two careful fingers and pulled her hand loose.

The next thing Gabriel learned was that “Corazon” was not, in fact, a name but a term of endearment. It was what his Tía and Abuelo had always called his little cousin, so he had assumed it was her name.

And apparently his Abuelo hadn’t said her name before he left.

“Well, that’s alright, Señor Gutiérrez will bring her Má back soon, and then she can tell us her name,” his new Mamí had reasoned.

But that was a month ago. And his Tía hadn’t come. Neither had his Abuelo.

His new father had climbed up all the stairs in his giant room and had come down with a glowing green rectangle. He had shown it to Mamí and she had looked first very happy, then almost sad.

“G-guess we should pick out a name for her,” his new father had said.

“Guess so,” Mamí had nodded, then sighed, “Ay poor girl. Do you think we’ll ever know what happened?”

“If we will, I didn’t see it.”

That was two days ago, now Gabriel was sat beside his Mamí at the kitchen table, drawing a picture while his parents bandied name suggestions back and forth.

“I still like your idea,” Mamí hummed, drumming a finger against her lips.

“Waiting until she’s old enough to name herself?” his new father asked, with a crooked grin.

“No,” Mamí chuckled while shaking her head, “about naming her something to do with love.”

“It would be kinda cute if her name was Corazon.”

“Oh sure, when she’s a kid. What about when she’s in her forties and negotiating with some belligerent di- jerk in the market?”

“Well why are belligerent jerks being rude to her? Don’t they know she’s our daughter and therefore perfect,” he huffed, and he was scowling, but by now Gabriel knew he wasn’t actually angry unless his mouth was screwed up in a frown.

Or at least, Gabriel thought that was what anger looked like on his new father. He didn’t act all that angry though, angrier than normal, sure, but not angry angry.

“Sadly, this belligerent jerk is an idiot who doesn’t realize our children are the most important people in the world,” Mamí replied, pretending to be sad.

She wasn’t actually sad. His new Mamí was never truly sad, not the way his Tía had been whenever his Tío had to leave for work. Gabriel had mentioned his Tío, that his little cousin had a father out there somewhere who didn’t yell that much and drove ships for a living and knew stuff about the stars. A father that often bragged about having another wife in some other far off port, whenever Gabriel’s Tia wasn’t in the room. Gabriel had suggested that maybe his Tío’s other wife would want to raise Corazon, and all of the adults had exchanged nervous glances. His new father had checked anyway, but hadn’t seen his Tío coming for his cousin either. That had made his Mamí a little more sad but still not as sad as his Tía always was.

The baby cousin in question, was sitting in his Mamí’s lap. Although at this point, Leandra was probably going to be both their mother. Gabriel paused in his drawing, staring down at the little rats circling Mamí’s dog on the page. If they were going to have the same parents, that made them brother and sister, right?

He waited for a break in the adult’s conversation so he could ask, but his new parents talked fast, trading jokes back and forth at lightning speed. They smiled at eachother like Tía smiled at her best friend, then every once in a while Mamí would giggle and his new father’s smile would get sort of melty, or his new father would snort while he laughed and Mamí looked like she might start glowing she was so happy.

Eventually, Gabriel gave up and figured he could ask his parents later.

They were back to suggesting names at eachother, naming off women known for being loved.

“I don’t know about Helena, sounds too-, I don’t know. I’m just not a fan. What about Marilyn?”

“Marilyn? Whose Marilyn?”

“Monroe.”

“From your visions?”

“Sí.”

“Not bad, let’s put it on the list.”

“Oh. The list. We should probably be making an actual list, huh?”

Gabriel frowned down at his drawing, as far as he knew, it was the only paper in the room, but he didn’t really want to part with it. He was really proud of the way the rats were turning out.

“I think so, it’s what the others did when they had to choose baby names,” Mamí got up, taking his cousin/sister with her, “I’ll go grab some paper, a pen, and maybe some books? Shakespeare may have some good suggestions.”

“Oh! Oh! And Neruda, grab my copy of Neruda,” his father said, almost loudly, but not quite.

She nodded, paused long enough to kiss both her husband and Gabriel on the cheek, then walked out of the room.

Then Gabriel was alone with his new father.

He never knew what to do when he was left alone with his new father, he didn’t know what the rules were. His old father wanted him to sit quietly and listen to his stories even when they were boring or weird. His new father though? Who knew what he wanted.

“What you drawing mijo?” his new father asked quietly, he was always especially quiet when he was talking to Gabriel.

“Your rats with Mamí’s dog,” he answered, not sure whether he should hand the picture over or keep his head down.

“Hmm, oh sí! Very nice, I like the shape you chose for the rats, makes them look extra cute,” he said, leaning over so he could see the picture without Gabriel having to do anything.

Gabriel scribbled in some flowers so he wouldn’t have to look up at his new father, “Is Corazon going to be my sister now?”

“Um, I guess so, although I think it’s fine if you guys decide that for yourselves,” he shrugged, “you can still be cousins if you want to, or you can be siblings. Just like how Leandra and I understand if you’re not ready to call us Má and Pá.”

They had told him this before, but he didn’t really get what they meant. They were in charge of him and his cousin/sister now, that made them their mother and father. What exactly did he need to be ready for?

He didn’t ask, sometimes when he asked questions his Mamí would get sad, at least as sad as she got. She would hug him and tell him she loved him, which was nice, and he got the feeling she was trying to answer his questions. However, if he asked “Why do you and father keep tucking me in?” and she answered “Because we love you”, then he still didn’t understand why they went through the trouble of telling him stories every night. His old father said he loved Gabriel, and he never tucked him in or told him stories.

“Did you want more juice?” his new father asked, after Gabriel didn’t respond for a long time, standing and picking up his own cup.

Gabriel looked at the long since empty glass that he’d been largely ignoring. He nodded and grabbed the cup, turning in his seat to hand it to his new father.

“Sí, por favor.”

His new father’s fingers wrapped around the cup and Gabriel thought he had it, so he let go. He was wrong. The cup slipped out of his new father’s fingers and fell to the ground, crashing onto the tile and into a million tiny pieces.

Gabriel froze.

“Oops, let me just grab the broom,” his new father said.

He barely heard him. His heart started pounding in his ears, drowning everything else out. For whatever reason, he kept picturing his old father coming towards him in the nursery. Right before Gabriel’s memory went black, his old father had scowled darkly, but he hadn’t yelled.

Gabriel jumped into action, slipping out of his chair and bending to pick up the big pieces. He faintly heard his new father say his name, he faintly felt the sting of jagged edged glass, he faintly noticed the tears running down his cheeks. But for the most part, the only thing he could focus on was picking up the glass as quickly as possible. Fixing the mistake he made.

Until a much larger hand closed around his wrist and his new father yelled, “Gabriel! Stop! Drop the glass!”

Heart beating in his ears, Gabriel dropped the glass then flinched when one of the pieces broke further. He didn’t dare look up at his new father.

His new father had a raspy voice, and usually the rasp served to make his gentle voice sound even gentler. Like velvet. However, it now served to make his voice sound like a growl as his new father tried to get Gabriel to step away from the glass.

He wanted to do as he was told, but he found himself strangely, horribly, frozen.

The hand left his wrist and instead Gabriel was lifted into the air, for a split second, all he could think about was how his old father had shaken his cousin when she fussed. Without fully meaning to, he went limp.

His new father sat him down next to the sink, grabbed his wrist again, and bent over Gabriel’s palm.

“Ay, you’re bleeding mijo,” he sounded pained.

Through the blur of tears, Gabriel watched as his new father cleaned his hand then bandaged it. He was talking all the while, explaining what he was doing, warning when something might sting, and telling Gabriel what the next steps were. But Gabriel could barely hear him over the sound of his beating heart and hitching breaths.

Fingers lifted his chin, and he looked up into his new father’s soft hazel eyes.

“I’m not angry mijo, you’re not in trouble,” his voice was a quiet whisper that cut through the fog Gabriel was in like a knife, “I only shouted to get your attention, and I’m sorry if I scared you. B-but please, I-I don’t want you to get hurt. If something like that happens again, leave the mess where it is and let an adult handle it. Alright? It’s just a cup. You’re more important.”

Gabriel couldn’t respond at first. For a split second he felt relief wash through him, his Papá wasn’t angry, then something inside of him snapped and he was crying so hard he thought he might puke.

“Gabriel?” Papá asked, “Wha-? It’s alright, you’re alright. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Slim arms wrapped around him, enveloping him in soft green wool. He clung to his Papá, sobbing on his shoulder and soaking his green ruana through with snot and tears. Papá held him firmly, one hand cupping the back of his head.

He finally managed to calm down when his Mamí returned with a bag of books under one arm and his cousin/sister on her hip. She asked something Gabriel couldn’t fully hear, probably why he was crying.

“I dropped a glass and he tried picking it up and cut himself,” his Papá explained, “I-I think I may have scared him while trying to get him to leave it.”

“He doesn’t look scared of you,” Mamí pointed out.

“Um, I think- I mean I don’t know, b-but based off the things Señor Gutiérrez said about Cicero’s parenting style, I think-. He doesn’t need to be afraid of me to be scared by me. Does that make sense?”

“I know what you mean,” Mamí set the books down and joined the hug, pressing a kiss into Gabriel’s hair, “don’t worry mijo, we won’t let anyone hurt you. You know, Bruno once beat Cicero in a fight.”

Papá snorted, “I snuck up behind him and hit him with a rock. Bruce Lee I am not.”

Hiccuping, but no longer sobbing, Gabriel wondered if he should know who Bruce Lee is.

“You still managed to save me from him,” Mamí said, then, “you’re safe here mijo. Nobody’s going to hurt you, not so long as Bruno is around and there are rocks in the world.”

He finally managed to stop crying all together and lifted his head from Papá’s shoulder. He looked up to his Papá’s face and found a warm smile waiting for him.

“Better?” he asked, voice back to a quiet rasp.

Gabriel nodded, “B-better.”

“Bien,” Papá said, he kissed Gabriel’s forehead then said, “how about you have some water, then we’ll go see your Tía Juli for an arepa, huh?”

“Alright,” Gabriel nodded again.

He drank the water he was given while his parents cleaned up the glass. He watched them as they smiled at eachother, bandying about more name ideas, and occasionally shooting him warm looks.

He could walk just fine, but Papá carried him to the market square where Tía Julieta was set up anyway. He said that he just felt like hugging his son for a little longer.

On the journey over, Gabriel thought about yelling, and men, and the reasons men yelled, a little bit more.

His old fa- Cicero, had yelled when he was angry.

His Tíos yelled when they were happy or surprised.

His Papá yelled when he was worried about the people he loved.

His Tíos’ reasons for yelling were pretty good, but Gabriel thought that his Papá’s reasons were best.

#bruno madrigal #bruno encanto #bruno madrigal x oc #Bruno's kid oc #Madrigal OC #love and fury #bruno madrigal fanfic #encanto #fanfic #foggy writes

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ivoryielded · 4 months

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— — 𝑳𝒀𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑲 + 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔.

self-portrait by marie gabrielle capet, 1783 hands by he lithuai, 2017 portrait of rosa spier by johan hendrik van mastenbroek, 1923 a fresco in neuschawasten castle, unknown date and author unknown by yuliya baltus, 1852 martyr in the catacombs by jules cyrille cave, 1886 love's messenger by marie spartali stillman, 1885 a portrait of empress elizabeth of austria by wilterhalter, 1865 lady in a fur wrap by alonso sanchez coello, 1577-1579 a portrait of carmen aguado by wilterhalter, 1860 a wedding in 1830 by josé gutiérrez de la vega, 1830 waiting by thomas francis dicksee, 1850

#psd dearjohn by cheatcodcs #・ ˖ ♡ ❛❛ LYNARA › STUDY.#wooo last nonsense of the year

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ofginjxints · 10 months

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nobody asked for this but here's a list of whether my muses are dog or cat people (or neither - do not trust them):

ABIGAIL WILKES - both

ANTHONY HOLST - cat

CHARLES RUDOLPH - dog

DANILO GIL - both

DEREK STORM - dog

FELIX JONES - cat, (the naming while funny is not intentional)

GABRIEL MARINO - neither

GIANLUCA MARINO - dog

GRACE MARINO - dog

HANAKO MITCHELL - cat

JACQUELINE LAVOISIER - cat (boo wolves)

JASON CHEN - both

KENNETH REEVES - dog

KYLE DOUGLAS - dog

LILY STRANGE - cat

MALCOLM PALMER - cat

MATEO ALLENDE - dog

MICHAEL DEMARCO - dog (has a staffie named Samson)

PATRICK MORAN - neither

PAUL STAFFORD - dog

PETER HARRIS - both

PHINEAS HANSEN - neither

PINAR YABUZ - both

RACHEL ANDERSON - neither

RENATA FLORES - cat

ROHIT SHAKR - dog, wishes he could have pets but life is on the move

SALVADOR GUTIÉRREZ - both

SOFIA HOLST - neither

#headcanons;all #this is stupid but enjoy gang

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emcads · 10 months

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after perusing the Encomenderos book for a while last night i finally found an encomienda that's more or less where i picture Don Rafael's: Xicaltepec, about 75 miles south of Veracruz. which would put it decently close to I. Bermeja (the phantom island), though not within a day's sail.

Pedro Castellar serves in campaigns in Cuba, came to New Spain with Narváez in 1520, and is awarded Xicaltepec. (true)

1548 : Doña Antonia de León, his daughter, inherits as encomendera. (true)

1620 - Castellar's great grandson inherits. (made up starts here)

1628 - Castellar's wife, Doña Isabel Estrada de Mendoza, is widowed and remarries Don Martín Aguilar Vásquez de Sevilla, Esmeralda's great grandfather

1634 - Don Rafael Aguilar Estrada de Sevilla is born, Esmeralda's grandfather. He marries Doña Marina Gutiérrez de la Caballería.

1657 - Don Gabriel Aguilar Gutiérrez de Sevilla is born, Esmeralda's father.

1668 - Don Rafael inherits.

1679 - Don Gabriel marries Quiauhxochitl

1680 - Esme is born.

#headcanon. ( ࿐ྂ ) in a world without gold，we might have been heroes.#i THINK i did the names right but honestly. i dont know

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brandonshimoda · 1 year

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THE BOOKS I READ IN 2022, in the order in which I read them (*books I read before, that I was reading again):

Alexandra Chang, Days of Distraction

Elizabeth Miki Brina, Speak, Okinawa

Cynthia Dewi Oka, Fire Is Not a Country

Hanif Abdurraqib, Go Ahead in the Rain: Notes to A Tribe Called Quest

*Cathy Park Hong, Minor Feelings

Victoria Chang, Dear Memory

*Etel Adnan, Of Cities & Women (Letters to Fawwaz)

Sun Yung Shin, The Wet Hex

traci kato-kiriyama, Navigating With(out) Instruments

Raquel Gutiérrez, Brown Neon

Solmaz Sharif, Customs

*Etel Adnan, Journey to Mount Tamalpais

Lucille Clifton, Generations: A Memoir

Emerson Whitney, Heaven

Kim Thúy, em, tr. Sheila Fischman

Angel Dominguez, Desgraciado (the collected letters)

Janice Lee, Separation Anxiety

*Theresa Hak Kyung Cha, Dictee

*Cathy Park Hong, Translating Mo’um

Kyoko Hayashi, From Trinity to Trinity, tr. Eiko Otake

Lao Yang, Pee Poems, tr. Joshua Edwards & Lynn Xu

Yuri Herrera, A Silent Fury: The El Bordo Mine Fire, tr. Lisa Dillman (

Mai Der Vang, Yellow Rain

Chuang Hua, Crossings

José Watanabe, Natural History, tr. Michelle Har Kim

Walter Lew, Excerpts from: ∆IKTH 딕테/딕티 DIKTE, for DICTEE (1982)

*Bhanu Kapil, The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers

Vasily Grossman, An Armenian Sketchbook, tr. Robert & Elizabeth Chandler

Hiromi Kawakami, Parade, tr. Allison Markin Powell

Lynn Xu, And Those Ashen Heaps That Cantilevered Vase of Moonlight

*Etel Adnan, Sitt Marie Rose, tr. Georgina Kleege

Jennifer Soong, Suede Mantis/Soft Rage

*James Baldwin, No Name in the Street

*Hilton Als, The Women

Dot Devota, >She

V.S. Naipaul, The Return of Eva Perón

Yasushi Inoue, The Hunting Gun, tr. Sadamichi Yokoo and Sanford Goldstein

Molly Murakami, Tide goes out

Adrian Tomine, Shortcomings

Hisham Matar, A Month in Siena

Leia Penina Wilson, Call the Necromancer

Gabriel García Márquez, News of a Kidnapping, tr. Edith Grossman

Amitava Kumar, Bombay-London-New York

Elizabeth Alexander, The Trayvon Generation

Ryan Nakano, I Am Minor

Constance Debré, Love Me Tender, tr. Holly James

Hilton Als, My Pin-up

Victoria Chang, The Trees Witness Everything

Leslie Kitashima-Gray, The Pink Dress: A Story from the Japanese American Internment

Emmanuel Carrère, Yoga, tr. John Lambert

Ronald Tanaka, The Shino Suite: Sansei Poetry

Patricia Y. Ikeda, House of Wood, House of Salt

Soichi Furuta, to breathe

Kiki Petrosino, Bright

Sueyeun Juliette Lee, Aerial Concave Without Cloud

Nanao Sakaki, Real Play

Esmé Weijun Wang, The Collected Schizophrenias

Francis Naohiko Oka, Poems

Geraldine Kudaka, Numerous Avalanches at the Point of Intersection

Steve Fujimura, Sad Asian Music

Augusto Higa Oshiro, The Enlightenment of Katzuo Nakamatsu, tr. Jennifer Shyue

Julie Otsuka, The Swimmers

Salman Rushdie, The Jaguar Smile: A Nicaraguan Journey

Margo Jefferson, Constructing a Nervous System

Hua Hsu, Stay True

Barbara Browning, The Miniaturists

Kate Zambreno, Drifts

*Julie Otsuka, When The Emperor Was Divine

Louise Akers, Elizabeth/The Story of Drone

Wong May, In the Same Light: 200 Poems for Our Century from the Migrants & Exiles of the Tang Dynasty

Gabrielle Octavia Rucker, Dereliction

Trung Le Nguyen, The Magic Fish

Jessica Au, Cold Enough for Snow

Tongo Eisen-Martin, Blood on the Fog

Lucas de Lima, Tropical Sacrifice

*Like a New Sun: New Indigenous Mexican Poetry, ed. Víctor Terán & David Shook

Billy-Ray Belcourt, A Minor Chorus

Kazim Ali, Silver Road

*Sadako Kurihara, When We Say Hiroshima, tr. Richard Minear

Simone White, or, on being the other woman

*James Baldwin, The Devil Finds Work

Christina Sharpe, Ordinary Notes

*Raquel Gutiérrez, Brown Neon

Marguerite Duras, The Man Sitting in the Corridor

Gayl Jones, Corregidora

*Bhanu Kapil, The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers

*Etel Adnan, Seasons

Gwendolyn Brooks, to disembark

Cristina Rivera Garza, The Taiga Syndrome, tr. Suzanne Jill Levine and Aviva Kana

Gwendolyn Brooks, In the Mecca

Nona Fernández, The Twilight Zone, tr. Natasha Wimmer

Selva Almada, Dead Girls, tr. Annie McDermott

*Theresa Hak Kyung Cha, Dictee

Valerie Hsiung, To Love an Artist

*Theresa Hak Cha, Exilée and Temps Morts

Dao Strom, We Were Meant To Be a Gentle People

Randa Jarrar, Love Is An Ex-Country

*Dao Strom, Instrument

Osamu Dazai, Early Light, tr. Ralph McCarthy and Donald Keene

Osamu Dazai, The Setting Sun, tr. Donald Keene

Rachel Aviv, Strangers To Ourselves: Unsettled Minds and the Stories That Make Us

Mahmoud Darwish, Journal of an Ordinary Grief, tr. Ibrahim Muhawi

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jartitameteneis · 1 year

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“CUANDO SONARON LOS TIROS”:

MEMORIA DEL 7 DE MARZO DE 1916 EN LA UNIÓN

El Siete de Marzo de 1916 es fecha emblemática en la historia de la lucha por las conquistas sociales en la Sierra Minera.

En plena crisis agravada por las consecuencias de la Primera Guerra Mundial, las sociedades obreras plantearon a la patronal las siguientes reivindicaciones: aumento de cinco reales en el jornal, pago semanal del mismo y gasto del carburo y de su combustible por cuenta del patrono.

Fracasadas las negociaciones, fue convocada huelga general en toda la Sierra. El martes, 7 de Marzo de 1916, al regreso de un mitin en la Casa del Pueblo de El Llano del Beal, una multitud de huelguistas se detiene a su paso por la Fundición “Dos Hermanos” (“Fábrica de Pío”) al comprobar que se estaba trabajando en ella.

Allí fueron duramente reprimidos por la fuerza pública con el resultado de siete muertos (todos ellos huelguistas) y decenas de heridos. Los fallecidos se llamaban: Gabriel Gutiérrez Sánchez (37 años, de La Unión), Francisco Carrillo Paredes (15 años, de La Unión), Francisco Molero Rubio (20 años, de El Algar), Herminio Añón Martínez (20 años, de La Unión), Ginés Sanz Giménez (27 años, de La Unión), Ana María Céspedes Soler (45 años, de El Llano del Beal) y Valentín Escobar Callejón (46 años, de Alumbres).

En medio de la tragedia, la asistencia a las víctimas ofreció gestos heroicos, a cargo de los miembros de la Cruz Roja de La Unión, y de generosidad manifiesta por parte de las Siervas de Jesús en el Hospital Minero.

La huelga concluyó con el acuerdo de aumentar 25 céntimos de peseta en todos los jornales y de abonar semanalmente los salarios. Posteriormente, el Ayuntamiento de La Unión ha recuperado el nombre de “Siete de Marzo de 1916” para una de las principales calles de la ciudad. Además, la histórica fecha fue conmemorada como fiesta local en la década de 1980.

Con el recuerdo de aquellos sucesos homenajeamos hoy el legado de generosidad y de valentía amasado con el amor, el sudor y la sangre de nuestros abuelos.

Para ellos el merecido tributo del honor y de la memoria.

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sociedadnoticias · 11 months

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"Tenemos que recuperar nuestro sindicato", nos impusieron en el SNTE a un líder que no conocíamos: Dulce Jurado

"Tenemos que recuperar nuestro sindicato", nos impusieron en el SNTE a un líder que no conocíamos: Dulce Jurado #PeriodismoParaTi #SociedadNoticias #SNTE #DulceJurado #STPS #OIT @SnteNacional @DulceJurado @SNTEseccion10 @SEP_mx @STPS_mx @lopezobrador_

No habrá clases el próximo miércoles en escuelas de nivel básico, medio y medio-superior de la capital del país. Por Gabriela Díaz | Reportera La doctora Dulce Jurado Ávila afirmó que en 2019 la cúpula del Sindicato Nacional de Trabajadores de la Educación (SNTE) impuso a Alfonso Cepeda Salas como líder sindical, un personaje que nadie…

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onemoredemigod-rpg · 1 year

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LISTA DE RESERVA DE PBs ::

En esta lista aparecerán los PBs reservados.

Recuerda que puedes reservar el tuyo mandando un Ask donde menciones el PB a reservar, un nombre de usuario y una contraseña. La contraseña, por obvias razones, no será publicada y solo se usará como reconocimiento en caso de que más de una persona trate de tomar una misma reserva.

Reglas de reserva:

· No se permite reservar PBs de actores pertenecientes a la película o futura sería de Percy Jackson. · No se permite reservar PBs de personas fallecidas. · No se permite reservar PBs de personas particulares, solo se permite de personas famosas

¿Qué pasa si dos personas reservan al mismo PB?

Las reservas se tomarán en orden de llegada. Si ves tu PB tomado es que otra persona lo reservó antes que tú. Nosotros, cuando haya varios casos similares, avisaremos para que se tenga en cuenta.

¿Se pueden reservar todos los PBs que se quiera?

Reserva con cabeza. No hemos establecido un número exacto, pero si alguien reserva de más se tomará en cuenta y valoraremos la situación.

LISTA DE RESERVAS

Anabelle Holloway - Gea

Anouchka Gauthier - Río

Arthur Benedetti - Ghoul

Alycia Debnam-Carey - Lucecita

Bendas Elis - Máximo V. Darko

Daisy Keech - Kathleen

Dina Denoire — April

Fernando Lindez - Zagreus

Freya Allan - ShadowsSpell

Froy Gutiérrez - Liverpool

Jacob Sartorius - Futurotitan

Jacob Tremblay - SeñorÑ

Jaeden Martell - Dorian Domit

Jenna Ortega - Darkprincess

Jonathan Majors - OjoLoco

Josie Lane — April

Keeley Karsten - Gea

Luca Heubl - Darkeststar

Lucas de Blas - Arrozconpollo

Luke Powell - Soren

Michael Yerger - Nicolae

Nico Mirallegro - Hilador

Piero Dello Russo - Gabriel Daum

Rafael Miller - Jacob

Romaneincc - June

Rowan Lancaster - Maxwell Jenkins

Samantha Cormier - Laura

Shaun Rez - Arcanus

Sidney Sweeney - PollitoChiken

Sonia Ammar - Skullgirl

Taylor Swift - Gea

#reservas

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marcovaltierra · 3 years

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Epiestía

Espacio Cabeza, Guadalajara MX

14.11.20 - 12.12.20

Artistas: Karian Amaya, Renée Abaroa, Ariana Díaz, Carlos .E, Marco Esparza, Sidharta Figueroa, Diego González, Eduardo Gómez, Kiyo Gutiérrez, Bruno Gruppalli, Colectiva Hilos, Ignacio Islas, Alberto López Corcuera, Milo Medina, Xel-Ha López, Carlos A. Mora, Fernanda Moyano, Vania Negrete, Misael Naranjo, Natalia Ramos, Humberto Ramírez, Alejandra Ruiz, Raúl Rebolledo, Gabriel Sánchez-Mejorada, Sayuri Sánchez, Valeria Villegas.

En una entrevista Anne Carson dijo que si la prosa es una casa la poesía es un hombre en llamas corriendo velozmente a través de ella en una entrevista, cuando le preguntaron lo que salvaría si su casa se incendiase Jean Cocteau respondió que salvaría el fuego en el protocolo de incendio del consorcio del edificio JK está escrito no se quede parado en la ventana sin ninguna defensa el fuego procura espacio para quemar e irá a buscarlo si usted no está protegido y también: manténgase vestido y moje sus ropas y también: cierre todas las puertas detrás de usted y aun: arrástrese hacia la salida, pues el aire es más puro junto al suelo y aun: una vez que haya conseguido escapar no retorne.

—Texto por Ana Martins Marques. Traducción de Agustina Roc

Desde la llegada de la pandemia derivada por la COVID-19, nociones fundamentales de todos los ámbitos se han visto trastocados de manera profunda y significativa; entre ellos la del hogar. Desde la consigna «quédate en casa», hasta las adecuaciones de los espacios domésticos para las labores del trabajo y las medidas de sanidad implementadas, el hogar se volvió de pronto en un espacio de permanencia obligada.

Desde este contexto, como antesala, se invitó a veinticinco artistas y a un colectivo a desarrollar obras de sitio específico en el espacio de exhibición —una casa habitación— a partir de la premisa de subvertir, complejizar y/o abordar las relaciones posibles entre el fuego, el hogar y lo doméstico. Desde esta enunciación, lxs artistas tuvieron la libertad de construir un campo de acción muy amplio en virtud de sus intereses, procesos y prácticas, posibilitando la exploración de las propias características arquitectónicas, decorativas y simbólicas del espacio.

Resultado de esto, Epiestía articula una serie de temáticas que reflexionan sobre los fenómenos y objetos cotidianos, la violencia, la intimidad, las ausencias, el confinamiento y el privilegio.

El lugar de trascendencia de una estirpe, lugar donde un individuo o grupo habita, ahí donde se construye una vida, donde se enciende el fuego para calentarse y refugiarse, se designa con la palabra epiestía, cuyo significado tiene que ver con el fuego, la hoguera o fogón, en torno al hogar, la morada ardiente. Entre los griegos, se encontraba la diosa Estía —Vesta en la mitología romana— en relación con el calor del hogar y la familia.

Epiestía busca ser una exhibición para reinventar el espacio de lo doméstico, para encender otros fuegos o en su caso, soplar sobre las cenizas.

—Texto y curaduría por Marco Valtierra

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Este proyecto se realizó con recursos del Apoyo a Instituciones Estatales de Cultura AIEC 2020, a través de la convocatoria Replicantes, Espacios Culturales en Red de la Secretaría de Cultura de Jalisco.

Press:

Epiestía en el blog de la revista Terremoto

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