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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 2.7 K Warnings: Implications of child abuse (we hate the Blacks), angst, hurt no comfort. Prompt: You meet Sirius and Regulus at a family vacation in the Caribbean, but things don't go as planned and you end up losing contact once the trip is over. Years later your family moves to England and you get accepted at Hogwarts where you finally meet Sirius once again, along with all of his friends. One of them with a mysterious secret, that you'll uncover as you embark on your own Hogwarts adventure. Proofread by lovely @shysadsonie and @callmelovergirl

Chapter 3: Bitter Sweet Symphony

Tuesday - Summer 1974

As you walked inside the park, everything looked like an adventure, even if you could see the zip lines above you, the area still looked like a jungle with narrow paths and wooden signs that told you which places to go to.

“So, where too?” You asked with a smile plastered all over your face.

“Zip lines?” He asked as he pointed at the sign that decided the path. You nodded and the two of you started walking in that direction. You then arrived at a little wooden house where you had to line up for a couple of minutes before a young man asked you and Sirius to move toward the preparation area.

“Size?” He asked as he looked through the wall with some helmets and handed them over to the two of you.

“I don’t know…” you replied.

He gave you a quick look and handed one strap system to you and turned to the blue-eyed boy “You?”

He seemed to think about it for a moment and confidently said “Large.”

The guy gave him a look of incredulity and denied with his head “No, you’re small.”

“I’m not SMALL!” Sirius argued, but the guy just handed him his own strap system.

“Nothing wrong with being small,” the guy said then, “better for the zip lines,” he winked at you “All right, you’re gonna pass them under your feet and then I’ll help you tighten them. You did as told and the guy helped you finish tightening everything. Making sure to explain how you were supposed to hook everything up once you were at the top.

From then you walked up some wooden towers and queued behind a group of 4 friends as you admired the view.

“It’s high.” You said pointing at the bottom.

“You scared?” he teased.

“Oh no, I’ve been higher on a broom, I’m surprised muggles aren’t tho.”

As if on cue, a small lady with brown hair who stood in front of you asked the park staff if she could go back down the stairs. But her friends tried to convince her to go on the zip lines instead. While they were at it a boy turned towards Sirius “Oye, creo que estaremos aquí un rato para convencerla, pueden pasar primero si quieren.”

Sirius just stared at him in confusion “Gracias,” You said taking over for him “él no habla español.” The boy gave you an understanding look and moved out of the way.

“Gracias!” Repeated Sirius after you as you walked to the front of the line “What happened?” He asked afterwards.

“We’re going first, one of the girls chickened out,” you explained, he looked back at the lady and nodded. Once on the edge of the wooden platform, a tall muscular guy asked who’d go first. “I’ll do it,” you said as you walked towards him and handed him your hook. He swiftly joined you with the zip line.

“You have to bend your legs a little if you want to go faster,” he explained, “the first one is really short to give people some confidence, but after they become longer”. You nodded at his words “Ready?” he asked.

You looked down to the very long fall “I was born ready!” You said before gaining some impulse and letting yourself go on it.

Once you were on the other side you turned towards Sirius on the other platform and screen towards him “Let’s go, you’re up!” But he seemed to be having second thoughts. “Sirius, don’t tell you’re scared!” You teased from the other side.

“Of course not, that’s ridiculous!” He screamed back but continued to hesitate while you laughed.

“Allez-y, c'est comme monter sur un balai.”

“You can’t say that out loud!” He screamed scandalized.

“Personne ne parle français ici! À part toi et ta famille snob.”

“Tu es folle!” He responded before adjusting his stance, getting ready to jump, and he did jump, arriving next to you shortly after.

“And I take pride in it,” you told him once he was next to you.

“You can’t scream that we’re wizards like that!”

“Ok, first of all, I never said we were wizards, I said it was like riding a broom, and secondly, even if someone spoke French, they’d just assume we’re crazy or something, muggles are really square-headed, they choose to ignore the things they don’t understand most of the times because the idea of magic is so foreign to them that they’d assume anything but that you’re a wizard.”

“You’re even crazier than me,” he said with amazement in his eyes, “you remind me of my best friend, James Potter.”

“I bet I’d like them,” You said before strapping yourself to the next zip line “See you on the other side.”

You finished the entire zipline circuit after a while and we're back at the center of the park. Taking a detour to get something to eat at the park's buffet.

“Wow, it’s the most tropical fruit I’ve ever seen in my life,” Sirius said as you walked inside the buffet. As you sat next to him with a plate full of food you overheard some people that were coming from an underground river, they seemed to have had an amazing time.

“We have to go there next!” You said as he looked at you in the middle of a bite, he was eating some kind of taco, his blue irises looking up at you from his tick lashes almost made you look away.

“Mhm,” he responded with a nod, “You should try this,” he said after swallowing “I have no clue what it is, but it’s bloody delicious.”

You raised your eyebrows and grabbed one of the tacos from his plate, he was right, whatever it is Sirius had picked up, was insanely good.

“Shall we get to the water?” You asked after the two of you were done.

“Shouldn’t we wait a bit? Since we just ate?” He asked as the two of you took your trays to the discarding area.

“Never took you for a cautious person, Sirius. Who would’ve thought all your recklessness would disappear after placing you in a strange environment.”

He looked at you almost offended. “I’m as reckless as always, I’m just trying to be considerate.”

“Awwww… you’re only being a gentleman then,” you teased again.

“I thought that’s what girls liked,” He responded in a flirtatious tone, trying to gain back some ground, he walked closer to you “Maybe if I behave correctly I’ll get the girl.”

You swallowed, damn Sirius and his beautiful face. Well, two people can play the same game then, you thought to yourself before walking even closer to him and pulling him down slightly to whisper something in his ear “Let’s go then.” Right after you took off running towards the path that led to the underground river.

Sirius let out a small smile as he saw you run and after biting his lip subconsciously and shaking his head, he jumped right after you.

After a while, the two of you were swimming on the underground river, wearing the lifejackets the park staff members had given you.

“This is nice,” You said as you let the currents move you through the water.

Sirius agreed, as he too let the currents drive him, eventually the two of you bumped into each other.

“Sorry,” He said as he crashed into you. You just pushed him to the side and threw a splash of water towards his face.

“Oi, what was that for?”

You shrugged “For attempting to seduce me,” you replied.

“It was an accident!” he argued and threw some water back at your face.

“Yeah, and your parents are the nicest people I’ve ever met.”

“Oh, that’s a low blow,” he joked.

“You wish it were a low blow,” You said with a little smirk to help imply the double meaning of your sentence. He was speechless for a couple of seconds before you started laughing. “Someone should’ve told me earlier you could shut up the mighty Sirius Black with a little dirty joke.”

“Oh, I’ll render YOU speechless soon enough!” He replied before throwing some more water at your face.

“Sure you will,” you said with a smile before swimming towards one of the caverns.

“This is stunning,” Sirius said as the two of you walked inside, looking at the wondrous views the underground caverns had to offer, with its stalagmites and a brief opening at the top that allowed some sun to reflect over the center of the natural vault.

From there you could see a tall building that was somewhere inside the park.

“What’s that?” You asked, pointing towards it.

“I saw it on the maps earlier, it’s some kind of lookout building, something about the tallest spot in the park or whatever.”

“The tallest point in the park?” You said as your face lit up while an idea formed in your head. “I’ve got a bet for you. Whoever makes it up there first, gets a wish from the other person.”

“I’m faster, you’ll lose,” he said instantly.

“No you’re not,” you said, shrugging “I can swim better.”

“I have longer legs.”

“We’ll see,” You said with a daring look on your face “3…2…1… GO!”

With that the two of you took off swimming towards the closest exit of the river, you had gotten there first but once the two of you were on the ground he started catching up quickly.

“Told you I was faster,” he said before passing you as you approached the building. He was on the stairs first but you were just behind him. Managing to catch up with his long legs somehow. Half your way up you had to stop to get some air, he stopped just a couple of steps above you. Also agitated from so much running “You wanna call off the bet?” He asked politely.

You looked at him defiantly, “In your dreams Black!” You said before grabbing on the railing and running as fast as you could to get ahead of him.

“That’s cheating!” He said following behind you seconds after.

“We never established rules,” You said with a smile on your face. As you were about to get there first he grabbed you from behind to try and stop you, but with the momentum from running the two of you ended up on the floor of the wooden platform.

The two of you rolled almost all the way to the railing on the other side. And as you stopped, and you looked at the dangerous fall right next to you, you started laughing. Sirius, next to you on the floor, did the same.

“Who won then?” He asked.

“I did! You cheated and tried to grab me from behind,” you argued.

“But (Y/N), we never established any rules,” he said with a smile, throwing your words back at you.

You looked towards him with a smile on your face, still breathing fast and lightheaded from so much running, and as you stared at his beautiful face it downed you, this boy was gonna be your ruin.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” He asked, teasing.

“Yeah, here,” you said before leaning towards him and landing a chaste kiss on his lips. “You had a kiss,” you said in between breaths.

He blinked twice before gaining back composure and pulling you towards a kiss again. This time a real one, he tasted of mint and tropical fruit and his wet hair tickled your cheeks.

But then you heard steps coming up and separated from each other, bursting out into a laugh at the idea of someone finding you there while kissing. Your laughs died down the moment the people going up the stairs showed their faces.

It was Orion, with Walburga dragging Regulus behind him, clutching his arm with her long claw-like nails. Your parents walked behind them trying to reason with them.

“Mom?” Sirius asked as he stood up completely confused, until his eyes landed on Reg, who was still being pulled around by Walburga, his gaze turned cold, as he stared at his brother, instantly assuming it had been his fault you’d been caught. He almost reminded you of Orion at that moment “I thought you wouldn’t care to join us.” He said sarcastically.

You looked at him worriedly, this needn’t be worse than it already was, you’d say sorry, apologize profusely and that’d be it, but Sirius knew better.

“I can’t believe you’d do this, escaping the VIP hotel we brought you on vacation for some muggle park.”

“Walburga,” you called her “It– it wasn’t Sirius's fault… It was my idea… I said I’d come regardless and he followed me so I wouldn’t get hurt.” You tried to reason with her.

When she turned to you she looked almost pitiful. It gave you chills. She walked towards you and set a hand on your shoulder.

Sirius was quicker to react “You don’t have to lie for me (Y/N), We all know whose idea it was, don’t we Reggie?” He said turning towards his brother who was awkwardly looking at the floor.

Walburga looked at Sirius and then back at you “I’m sorry my son dragged you here,” she said “I know muggle places like such are no place for a young wizard like you, I don’t know how he convinced you but, we’re not letting him influence you negatively ever again.”

“But he–” You tried to defend him, Orion was already behind Sirius, clutching his son's shoulder viciously.

“–will be punished severely for his actions.” He said, staring down at your friend.

As Walburga walked back towards her family your mom caught up with you. “Nooo!” You screamed “You can’t punish him! It was me! My idea, from the start, I convinced him to come, you have to listen!”

“She's lying.” Sirius said “Isn’t she Reggie? It was me, your rebellious Gryffindor brother. All my mad planning.”

Regulus nodded, avoiding your gaze.

At this point, you were pissed “You cannot punish him for something he didn’t do! LISTEN TO ME!”

Walburga turned to your mother “I’m really sorry my son would do something like this to your daughter, we should’ve known better than to bring him along on the trip.” Sirius threw something towards you and then the four of them apparated.

You stared at the floor, Sirius had thrown a necklace towards you, the one he’d bought at the scary magical store in the city center. You grabbed for it, holding it tightly between your fingers, blinking back some tears before turning to your mom.

“Why didn’t you say anything?! It was my idea! It’s the kind of thing I would do. You know it.”

Your mom looked down “We could not let anything damage your father's important business with Orion, if they believed it had been you, the whole thing might’ve been ruined.”

“Ah, so my friend will get punished because of Dad’s stupid wish to be part of the British ministry?” You asked in disbelief, looking at your dad “Walburga and Orion are horrible, who knows what they might do to him!”

“You can try sending him a letter?” Your mom offered “And Regulus, I’m sure he didn’t mean to tell us everything.”

That confirmed your suspicion, it had been Reg who snitched on you. Just when you were feeling bad about Sirius throwing all the blame on him.

Your expression turned cold, “Yeah, I’m sure a letter apologizing to my friend for whatever his parents do to him after mine weren’t brave enough to say something will fix the absolute betrayal you committed.”

“We’re doing this to make the world a better place, if your father gets the job, people like Orion, and other pure blood-obsessed men will be controlled.”

“And whoever gets thrown under the bus until that happens will just be collateral damage, right?” You said calmly, you were outraged, but there was nothing you could do about it. “I want to go home.”

You would think back to that day as the day your relationship with your parents broke down. You still talked to them, you still ate with them, but you never trusted them again.

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alejandro vargas — marry me?

masterlist.

pairing : alejandro vargas/gn! reader

desc : have you ever wanted to propose to your boyfriend while on the battlefield?? well, i’ve got just the thing for you!

a/n : whoever requested this, i love you. also, 1. ¿hablas en serio ahora? = are you serious right now? 2. tu seras la muerte para mi. = you’ll be the death of me.

a loud crash sounded out, dust flying high in to air and whipping in to your face as a building in front of you came tumbling down. there’s a distant explosion accompanied by a muffled,“grenade out!” there’s a helo not too far out that you can hear, alongside a convoy that’s hopefully there to help you out.

you’re propped up against a rock, small bits and pieces landing in your lap as a bullet zips by just inches above where you’re sitting. you’re nursing a gunshot wound right now, hands stained with blood as you try to keep pressure on it. it’s nothing fatal though, having missed anything vital and cutting clean through. and while you’ve been better, you’ll take your victories where you can.

alejandro isn’t too far from you, having been the one to drag you to cover when you went down. he’s crouched behind a rock adjacent to you, occasionally peeking over and around to provide some cover fire for the two of you and his people that are still out in the field. he spares you a few glances every few seconds to make sure you’re alright and still breathing.

there’s a multitude of things going through your mind right now but sitting here in this position with things blowing up in the distance, bullets flying in every which direction, trying to keep yourself from bleeding everywhere with limited resources, you find yourself itching to ask alejandro something. something important to the future of you both. the two of you’ve been together for some time now and well, your heart is already hammering in your ears and maybe it’s the adrenaline speaking but…

“alejandro, would you do me a favor?” you’re wincing as you turn to look at him, leaning on your right hand for support. there’s a pained smile playing on your lips.

it’s now or never and you’d much rather take your chances now than never be able to.

he turns to look at you almost instantaneously, quirking a brow in curiosity. “what do you need?” he’s almost expecting you to ask him to pick you up and carry you someplace safer, perhaps closer to where majority of the Vaqueros are.

“would you make me the happiest person on this battlefield right now and marry me?” you’re saying it so casually— like this was JUST something you’d ask your partner of many years on the battlefield. (was this a good idea? what if the two of you didn’t even get to have a wedding? did you even want a wedding?)

he laughs out a “what?” in disbelief. his brows are raised high and he’s looking at you like you’ve just said you’re not from this timeline. “¿hablas en serio ahora?" he almost thinks you’re fucking with him but the genuine (but pained) smile on your face tells him otherwise.

“as a heart attack, vargas.”

there’s a particularly loud boom nearby as another grenade goes off, scattering dust and sending rocks flying. a beat of silence follows from alejandro before he responds:

“tu seras la muerte para mi. yes, i’ll marry you.”

#alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x you #colonel vargas x reader #colonel vargas x you #tell me why careless whisper started playing #it’s 4 am #call of duty x reader

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thedirtybeanlife · 1 year

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Hey honey:) i really don't know if you're taking requests at the moment but if you do i have one. Maybe something like Ghost and his foreign gf and he hears her talk in her native language on the phone or smtg for the first time and he takes like an interest in the language? something along that way☺️ (sorry for my bad english)

btw have a nice day 🦋

(Hello darling! I absolutely loved this!! I tried my best as an English speaker to do good with it, so I apologize if it's not good but here you go! 🥰 you have an amazing day as well!🫶🫶)

Mi Amor

(Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: one brief hardly nsfw joke

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Captain Price had called our team into our designated conference room for a briefing on our upcoming mission in Las Alams. Ghost of course was the first one to get there, ten minutes early like he normally did. Gaz and Price had come in next, all of them impatiently waiting for Soap and I, who were about five minutes late due to our arguing over who got the last waffle. After getting chewed out by Price as I scarfed down my rightfully earned waffle, we started.

“Alright you four, the mission’s simple. You meet up with Special Forces leader Colonel Vargas to take out some remaining cartel members. Soap and Ghost will clear the warehouse with Rodolfo while Gaz, Alejandro, and (callsign), clear out the safe houses three klicks down. Any questions?”

Everyone gave their varying response of ‘no’, which led to Price sending us off to gather our gear and get ready for the helicopter.

The ride to Las Almas felt like it lasted for eternity with Soap’s constant talking and the sounds from Gaz’s Nintendo Switch that he somehow convinced Price to let him bring in his pack. Ghost, as usual, sat in the far corner, silent as ever. In the last few minutes before we landed, Soap had managed to somehow spill his entire bag onto the floor, hastily cleaning it up. He stood up with his now zipped pack just as the door opened to let us out.

“Alright, team. Let's kick some war crime committing ass!” I cheered gleefully, strutting off the plane with my gear on, bag, and pistol; excited to meet the infamous duo my team spoke so highly of. Soap and Gaz were quick to follow, Ghost of course a few feet behind, always feeling the need to hide in the shadows for as long as he possibly could.

In front of our small group stood Alejandro and Rodolfo, both of them leaning against their military grade pickup truck. They stopped their conversation as they saw us approaching, polite smiles on their faces.

“Welcome back to Las Almas, hermanos! ¿Quién es esta belleza?” Alejandro asked, a smirk on his face as he very clearly let his eyes trace the length of my armor covered body.

“Los nombres Y/N. Un placer conocerlos a ambos. El jabón me ha dicho mucho sobre ustedes, muchachos.” I smiled up at him offering my hand for him to shake, then doing the same to Rodolfo.

“No me dijeron que el 141 tenía su propia diosa de habla hispana.” Alejandro teased, slinging his arm over my shoulders as he smirked at the three men standing in front of us.

“Easy Colonel Vargas.” I laughed out,” I’m only Ghost’s diosa.” I flashed my wedding ring, making Gaz snort.

I looked over at ghost who was staring right back at me, head cocked to the side, the fabric covering his mouth shifting as his lips parted to speak.

”You speak fuckin’ Spanish?” Soap interrupted, loud and brash as usual.

“I was born in Chile boys. Of course I speak Spanish.”

After a few minutes of small talk and going over where we’d be going, all of us piled into the car and left the air strip. Alejandro drove, while Rudy sat in the passenger seat. Soap and Gaz sat in the back, while Ghost and I sat in the bed of the truck. We sat on opposite sides, legs resting against the other’s. It was silent for the first half of the drive until he nudged my thigh with his boot making me look up at him.

“Why didn't I know you could speak Spanish?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Simon. I speak English more than anything so I never bothered mentioning it. I’m pretty rusty with it anyway.”

“I… Can you.. nevermind.” he turned to look back at the disappearing road, clearly struggling to express what he was feeling. But I knew. I could always read the man like a book, ever since the day I met him.

“Oh my God! You think it's hot don't you!” a large grin spread across my face as I sat up from my slouched position.

“Negative.” he grumbled, head lowering to avoid my gaze.

“Yeah, Okay. Cuando lleguemos a casa, tengo unas palabras que creo que te encantarán.”

“If I understand correctly, is that so, Love?” I could see his lips pull into a smirk under his mask

“afirmativo.” I smirked, playfully winking before opening the back window of the truck and repeatedly tapping Gaz to annoy him, only for him to forcefully poke me in the forehead and send me flying into Ghost.

Gaz let out a loud laugh and slammed the window shut again while Simon let out a small grunt and the smallest chuckle as he caught me.

“You're going to be the death of me.” He placed a quick discreet kiss to the side of my head and gently shoved me back to my side of the truck.

“You love me.”

“Unfortunately, yes I do.” the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled at me making me giggle quietly.

The sound of the window sliding open and the truck slowing made me look to my left to see Soap looking back at us.

“We're walking the rest of the way, let’s go lovebirds.” he sticks his tongue out which made Ghost mumble under his breath. Something about 'Scottish brainless humor’?

I let out another laugh as I hopped over the side of the truck, reaching back in after landing on the ground to grab my bag. I pulled out everything I needed before throwing it back in and covering it with the tarp that i had been sitting on. We all readjusted our gear and loaded our guns, going over the plan one more time before we started on our separate ways.

Just as I started walking with Gaz, a large hand pulled my shoulder back making me turn around and come face to chest with Simon.

“One more sentence.” he whispered, his hand cradling my face, the metal of his wedding ring cold on my warm cheek.

“Vuelve a mí vivo, mi amor.” I leaned up and placed a kiss onto the nose of his skull mask.

“You too, Love.” he rested his forehead against mine and let out a quiet sigh before pulling away and walking over to his group.

I walked over to Gaz, who immediately started making kissing noises and making fun of me. Alejandro laughed and joined in making me groan and pick up my pace.

This was going to be a long mission.

Translations:

hermanos- brothers

¿Quién es esta belleza?- Who is this beauty?

Los nombres Y/N. Un placer conocerlos a ambos. El jabón me ha dicho mucho sobre ustedes, muchachos.- The names Y/N. A pleasure to meet you both. Soap has told me a lot about you guys.

No me dijeron que el 141 tenía su propia diosa de habla hispana.- They didn't tell me that 141 had its own Spanish-speaking goddess.

diosa- goddess

Cuando lleguemos a casa, tengo unas palabras que creo que te encantarán.- When we get home, I have a few words that I think you'll love.

afirmativo- affirmative

Vuelve a mí vivo, mi amor.- Come back to me alive, my love.

#xreader #call of duty mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty #ghost x reader #mw2022 #simon riley x reader #fanfiction #oneshot #fanfic

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compocine · 24 days

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20000 días de posibilidades infinitas

x Chan Tejedor - originalmente publicado en Revista Invisibles Dos caras de la misma moneda, dos rockumentales que en realidad funcionan como ensayos sobre la memoria: 20000 Days on Earth y The Possibilities are endless. Desde la abundancia de recuerdos hasta la imposibilidad verbal de narrar, ambos exceden lo meramente documental, son imágenes-poesía, crean mundo como cualquier expresión artística debería hacer y reflexionan no sólo sobre la niñez, el amor, la capacidad creativa y el trabajo cotidiano sino también sobre la memoria.

Este año que termina no vi tantas películas, o tantas como las deseadas o la cantidad que estoy acostumbrada a ver. Vi apenas, al día de la fecha, unas 165 películas, la mayoría decepcionantes, pocos estrenos interesantes y aquellas que considero obras maestras fueron en realidad, clásicos que volví a ver. Pero recordaré el 2015 como el año en que, creo, vi la mayor cantidad de documentales de rock y música. Desde Cobain: Montage of Heck hasta The Wrecking Crew, pasando por Mr Blue Sky: The Story of Jeff Lynne & ELO, Filmage: The Story of Descendents/All, los documentales que vimos casi todos gracias a la comodidad de Netflix: Keith Richards. Under the influence y What Happened, Miss Simone? y varios más.

De todos ellos, destaco dos que son en realidad del año pasado (2014), producidos ambos por Pulse Films y Film4 Productions y con el apoyo del British Film Institute. Se tratan de 20,000 Days on Earth de Iain Forsyth y Jane Pollard, el docuficción sobre el día número 20000 en la vida de Nick Cave; y The Possibilities are endless de James Hall y Edward Lovelace, un ensayo artístico sobre cómo Edwyn Collins tuvo que reconstruir sus recuerdos, sus palabras, su identidad y hasta el habla, luego de un derrame sufrido en el 2005, que lo dejó en coma profundo y del que al despertar sólo decía Grace Maxwell (el nombre de su mujer, quien además es su manager) y The Possibilities Are Endless. Ambos exceden lo meramente documental, son imágenes-poesía, crean mundo como cualquier expresión artística debería hacer y reflexionan no sólo sobre la niñez, el amor, la capacidad creativa y el trabajo cotidiano sino sobre la memoria y -como ha definido Borges a los clásicos- sobre las posibilidades inherentes de hacer, en este caso, un documental. Son por lo tanto, me atrevo a decir, futuros clásicos. Obras maestras e infaltables en la videoteca de cualquier fanático, no sólo de la música, sino del cine.

En el afán de terminar de redondear un escrito comparado entre los dos films, hice el trabajo de ver las películas en synchro y me he encontrado varias sorpresas agradables. Prometo un futuro post con las casi 200 imágenes que capturé de las películas proyectadas al mismo tiempo, post al que lamentablemente le faltará el audio.

Las dos películas abren con el siguiente plano:

La televisación del recuerdo, Edwyn Collins en Late Night con Conan O’Brien, cantando su hitazo “A Girl like you”, y un wall de televisores que ametrallan en tan sólo unos segundos, los 20000 días en la Tierra vividos por Nick Cave. Queda claro desde el principio que la idea en ambos es hacer un skip al tipo de documental más obvio, brindando en menos de dos minutos iniciales (mucho menos que los 10 minutos que necesitaba Hitchcock), un zip de imágenes con la consigna tácita de “si quieren material de archivo, ya saben donde ir a buscarlo, porque lo que van a ver es algo completamente diferente” y lo es. Los directores de cada película están muy cercanos a sus objetos de estudio. Iain Forsyth y Jane Pollard son amigos cercanos de Cave y vienen trabajando con él desde hace aproximadamente 7 años, comenzaron haciendo un trabajo de método de imágenes al que inexorablemente, las palabras y el guión de Cave y Warren Ellis terminaron de dar forma a lo que sería un proyecto mucho más grande que el que se buscó originalmente. Por su parte, James Hall y Edward Lovelace eran fanáticos de Collins y Orange Juice, y también de Frederick Wiseman como referente de realizador documental. Enamorados de la historia por la que tuvo que atravesar Collins, le hicieron varias entrevistas de las que surgieron la composición de imágenes que traducirían el desafío de las posibilidades de contar la historia de una persona que prácticamente no puede hablar.

Contar a partir de un archivo respetuosamente guardado, con agentes del recuerdo que acceden a las fuentes con guantes de látex en el caso de Cave, un obsesivo que pudo atesorar su vida, sus palabras y sus verdades monstruosas en una especie de Biblioteca de Babel de los recuerdos; o contar desde el limbo, desde el vacío y con la gran ayuda de Grace, la guardiana oral de la historia de Collins. Dos caras de la misma moneda, dos rockumentales que en realidad eran ensayos sobre la memoria.

-"Qué es a lo que más le temes?” Le pregunta el analista de Cave en una sesión de terapia, y Cave contesta:

-“Hmm… Mi mayor miedo, supongo, es perder mi memoria. Me preocupa a veces que no vaya a ser capaz de seguir haciendo lo que hago y alcanzar un lugar con el que estoy satisfecho”

-”En qué sentido?”

-”Porque la memoria es lo que somos, creo que tu alma y tu razón de estar vivos está arraigada en la memoria. Quiero decir, creo que durante mucho tiempo he estado construyendo una especie de mundo a través de la escritura de canciones. Es una clase de mundo que se crea sobre la base de esos preciados recuerdos que definen nuestras vidas”

El mayor miedo de Cave es lo que le pasó a Collins en febrero del 2005 cuando sufrió dos hemorragias cerebrales que terminaron en una operación, período de coma y lenta recuperación de la memoria y el habla. Sufrió parálisis total del lado derecho, ya no puede tocar por sí solo la guitarra, aunque Grace lo ayuda a rasgar, tiene problemas para caminar, usa bastón y la afasia dificulta la pronunciación, hace que tartamudee y le conlleva severos problemas con los números y el pensamiento matemático. Collins también hace terapia, pero con un neurólogo, tuvo que aprender a escribir con la mano izquierda y recuperó sus dotes de ilustrador, tal cual había estudiado, a fuerza de dibujar aves, siguiendo la sugerencia de Grace, que lo notaba frustrado porque dibujaba repetidamente la figura de un hombre con parálisis, su propia figura. “Creo que mi recuperación real comenzó con mi primer dibujo de pájaros” dice Collins en su propia web.

Sin embargo, una solución al miedo de Cave, bien podría dársela Collins que siguió sacando discos y produciendo a otros artistas (el maravilloso disco Seven dials de su amigo íntimo Roddy Frame, ex Aztec Camera; por ejemplo) y que pareciera resumir, con la sencillez emocionante de sus letras que lo importante It's in your heart, Not in your mind, It's not in your mind.

A partir de la memoria se establece una idea de hogar “I’m Home again” canta Collins en el disco casi homónimo de 2007. Un verdadero punto de hogar fue volver a visitar el estudio West Health, fue la música y su ambiente el detonante necesario para un momento de recuperación acelerada en la terapia de Collins, simultáneamente en 20000 días en la Tierra, vemos a Warren Ellis con un coro de niños franceses grabando, también en estudios. En los estudios reviven las letras, las de Cave, rigurosamente escritas a máquina, las de Collins, con una caligrafía casi inicial. Hombre-Máquina y Hombre-Niño. La maquinaria de Cave para conservar esas letras que tanto hablan sobre la memoria y sobre el proceso disociado de creación. Las letras de sus canciones suponen de cierta manera, una verdad. La metáfora de la verdad dicha por Cave al final del documental, tan sólo la reflexión de esa metáfora, hace que 20000 días sobre la Tierra sea una película perfecta. Una metáfora de la verdad como monstruo que se asoma por la superficie del océano y deja ver su cresta, en un atisbo deja ver su cresta de verdad para luego sumergirse de nuevo en las profundidades, quizá para siempre. De las profundidades renace Collins, repitiendo apenas las palabras The possibilities are endless, las posibilidades son infinitas. El agua también termina siendo un contenedor y un conductor eterno de verdades. Qué hubiese dicho Bachelard con semejantes monstruos, no?

Y las verdades no funcionan por sí solas porque tienen centinelas y tienen asistentes infaltables: Las mujeres, sus grandes amores. Grace es básicamente la exteriorización del yo perdido de Collins “Puedo recordar a Grace, mi mujer, ella está haciendo que todo sea mejor. Ella es mi vida” dice Collins. Y con “es mi vida” descubrimos que es literalmente su vida ya que lo ayuda en absolutamente todo. En cambio Suzie, la mujer de Cave es una musa, apenas la podemos ver en el documental, durmiendo al principio de la jornada, soñando con algo que no podemos imaginar. Luego la volvemos a ver en una foto, proyectada mientras Cave la compara con Marilyn Monroe, Anita Ekberg y miles de símbolos sexuales más, en una secuencia imperdible, casi de lo mejor que tiene la película. Suzie es la madre de sus hijos mellizos, Arthur y Earl. A Arthur, quien murió en julio de este año en un episodio de alucinación por LSD cayendo desde un barranco, se lo ve comiendo pizzas abrazado al padre. Si para Cave lo más importante de su vida es la memoria y la memoria está hecha de letras que guardan cada momento y Suzie es la musa que inspira gran parte de esas letras, entonces también para Cave, Suzie es su vida, aunque quizá es una versión del amor más icónica y no tan iconoclasta como la de Collins.

20000 días en la Tierra y Las posibilidades son infinitas plantean la apertura de lenguajes poéticos, narran no necesariamente vidas, sino formas de vidas, las vidas de dos artistas únicos, irremplazables y eternos por el solo hecho de habernos regalado verdad. Y sólo las personas generosas pueden regalar verdades.

#edwyn collins #nick cave

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ligiaonwlz · 10 months

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📢UPDATE📢

It's been a week and a month that anyone has heard from my dad. I am very worried it's like a bad dream. My heart hurts for my dad and what he may be experiencing. Thank you everyone has been helping us with this. Whether it's been sharing the posts, sending information, or making phone calls it's all helpful!

Last week I attained information that he indeed traveled through the Texas border and had stopped in Matamoros Mexico. That was the last place that we are aware of. There are different searches that we're doing, although I don't want to disclose too much publicly, we could use some more help. Please send me a message directly if you would like to help.

Please share the following information as well as the images in case anyone has any information that they'd like to share with us. We have to find my dad!

Roberto Leonel Zúñiga

65-year-old Latino male

Height: About 5'4

Weight: Around 200 lbs

Hair Color: Grey

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Light Skinned

Usually wears a gray zip-up hoodien and blue jeans

Is a diabetic and needs his medication.

Is fluent in Spanish and English

Last scene in Matamoros Mexico

Driving a green 1993 Ford Escort Station Wagon

Dad if you could read this, we are doing everything we can to find you we miss you, we love you, and can't wait to see you! Please reach out if you can!

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

📢 Nueva Información📢

Hace una semana y un mes que no hemos escuchado nada de mi papá. Estoy muy preocupada es como un mal sueño. Me duele el corazón por mi papá y por lo que puede estar viviendo. Gracias a todos por ayudarnos con esto. Ya sea compartiendo las publicaciones, enviando información o haciendo llamadas telefónicas, ¡todo es importante!

La semana pasada obtuve información de que el viajó por la frontera de Texas y paró en Matamoros México. Ese fue el último lugar en que sabemos donde él estuvo. Hay diferentes búsquedas que estamos haciendo, aunque no quiero revelar demasiado públicamente, pudiéramos usar un poco más de ayuda. Por favor, envíeme un mensaje directamente si desea ayudar.

Comparta la siguiente información, así como las imágenes, en caso de que alguien tenga alguna información que desee compartir con nosotros. ¡Tenemos que encontrar a mi papá!

Roberto Leonel Zúñiga

Hombre latino de 65 años

Altura: alrededor de 5'4

Peso: alrededor de 200 libras

Color de pelo: Gris

Color de ojos: Café oscuro

De piel clara

Por lo general, usa una sudadera con goreo de color gris con cremallera y jeans azules

Es diabético y necesita su medicación.

Habla español e inglés

Últimamente estuvo en Matamoros México

Llevaba un Ford Escort Station Wagon verde de 1993

¡Papá, si pudes leer esto, estamos haciendo todo lo posible para encontrarte, te extrañamos, te queremos mucho! ¡Si puedes por favor comunícate con nosotros!

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ptorresmx · 11 months

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¿Dónde quedó la información?

En estos momentos todo mundo habla de datos, manejo de datos, análisis de datos y de “Big Data” pero de manera personal, pienso que aún no hemos caído en cuenta de una enorme cantidad de datos que poseemos como personas y de alguna manera, están almacenados en un sitio, que en su momento, pensamos era conveniente.

Algunos recuerdan esas viejas formas de almacenamiento como los diskettes, los zip, jazz y otros, pero también pasamos por discos externos y las famosas USB. Sin duda, algunas de nuestras computadoras guardan invaluables tesoros, fotografías y documentos. Quizá no nos hemos dado cuenta de que las conexiones han cambiado y el tipo de archivos también, por ello, resulta una sorpresa encontrarnos con que algunos ya no son compatibles o simplemente ya no se pueden abrir.

Hoy, nos estamos olvidando de los discos físicos y hablamos de la famosa nube, pero seguramente, aún no hemos migrado a ella o desconocemos cómo funciona realmente. El almacenamiento de datos tiene un proceso a través del uso de la tecnología, ésta se aplica para organizar, distribuir y archivar información con los bytes y los bits que son parte de los sistemas de los que la gente depende día con día. Llega a ser tan importante en todos los servicios: desde una simple aplicación, contenido multimedia, direcciones, contactos, hasta protocolos de red y todo lo que tiene que ver con el mundo digital.

La nube es el espacio de almacenamiento que se comparte en distintos y muy potentes servidores que se ubican en diferentes puntos y para su uso se requiere de aplicaciones, exploradores, autenticación y acceso a la web. Todavía, existen dispositivos electrónicos, ópticos y magnéticos de almacenamiento, pero actualmente hay demasiada información, por lo que es necesario que sea guardada, protegida, optimizada y bien gestionada. Y para cumplir con este objetivo, la infraestructura se convierte en uno de los elementos esenciales de la arquitectura del almacenamiento.

Viéndolo desde la perspectiva personal, hoy seguramente tienes muchas fotografías, por ejemplo, guardadas en tu teléfono, tu computadora y hasta en una memoria extraíble o disco, pero ¿has pensado en el futuro? ¿Dónde quedarán tus recuerdos digitales? muchos de ellos, ya no están en papel y de algunos tienes muchas copias en archivos.

Empecemos entonces por ordenar nuestra fototeca con algunos de estos tips:

Ubica un almacenamiento en una nube de tu confianza por la cual estás dispuesto a pagar por un largo periodo de tiempo y prepárate para transferir todo. Ojo, no es tan caro.

Primero que nada, organiza carpetas que lleven nombres de eventos o lugares que recuerdes perfectamente y añade la fecha en la cual sucedieron.

Descarta las imágenes que no tengan calidad o que estén repetidas.

Sé muy crítico con aquellas que realmente quieres conservar.

Apártate de cualquiera que te provoque malos sentimientos o te recuerde cosas dolorosas.

Empieza a transferir todos esos tesoros

Si lo consideras prudente, da acceso a tus seres queridos y decide si pueden editar, contribuir o solamente ver.

Mantén tus contraseñas seguras y verifícalas constantemente. Establece protocolos de dos pasos y formas de recuperar el acceso.

Como el almacenamiento puede ser ilimitado, procura que cada archivo esté en la mejor calidad y resolución posible.

Puedes usar la inteligencia artificial para distinguir a personas y rostros e identificar más precisamente cada foto.

Te recomiendo agregar en cada álbum, un pequeño archivo de texto con la memoria del viaje, evento o personas, de tal suerte que tengas recuerdos más completos y disfrutables.

No descartes la posibilidad de hacer un pequeño clip, agregarle música y compartirlo con tus seres queridos.

El tiempo sigue su marcha y no debemos dejar pasarlo sin ordenar todos estos valiosos recuerdos.

¡Gracias por leerme y compartir!

@ptorresmx

Con información de Amazon, Rockcontent, Kio, Burst

#ptorresmx #tech #photo #files #cloudphotography #data

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dodaxixaxe · 2 years

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wahbegan · 2 years

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“The Batman Was Humorless” Counterpoint:

That robber in the Drophead costume suddenly getting hit by a car because he’s so busy shitting his pants at the sight of a dark alley

Thumb Drive. Gotta give Riddler the W on this one, that was pretty good

Gordon treating Batman like he’s his fucking drinking buddy, but particularly “You could’ve pulled that punch, man.” and “No guns.” “That’s your thing, man.”

The running gag with the twins answering the door to the Iceberg Lounge and Bruce being there

Penguin’s interrogation. “WORLD’S GREATEST DETECTIVES!!!! NO HABLA ESPANOL????”

Penguin, with his ankles zip-tied together, fucking WADDLING

“Oh hey! Mr. Wayne!” “................................................”

Honestly Martinez in general, dark horse contender for favorite character

It gets disturbing real quick, but that brief moment where they crack Riddler’s secret video and he’s addressing his cult like a FUCKING youtuber like “Hey guys! Thank you all so much for the support, uhhh the tips on detonators were really helpful”

“You have a lot of cats.”

“Look at me.” (thumb under her chin, making heavy eye contact, she’s ready to kiss him.........) “Contacts look good.” (Selina’s visible sexual frustration)

Batman’s attempt to skydive off the GCPD’s roof through a busy city. Reality ensues.

“I just ordered a piece of pumpkin pie-”(HEADSLAMONCOUNTER)

#The Batman

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huevo-rojo · 1 month

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mi plan de estudio de español

encontré una página web con algún consejos para estudiar unos idiomas y ahora tengo un plan para estudiar español, jaja. es debajo del corte:

mi primer gol:

escribir mucho sobre mis días en vez de solo escribiendo en pocos tiempos gramaticales o con pocos oraciones estudiaré para 30 minutos (probablemente de 9-9:30 en la noche porque la universidad es difícil ;-;)

mis materiales:

el libro "complete spanish all-in-one" de gilda nissenberg - para vocabulario, gramatica, etc.

el libro "short stories in spanish for beginners" de olly richards - para leer cuentos en español

el podcast "coffee break spanish" - para practicar oída al idioma

duolingo - para más vocabulario, práctica, etc.

para practicar lo que estoy aprendiendo con las materiales y para usar las materials:

leeré un capítulo del libro de texto a la semana

escribiré sobre mi día en tumblr todos los días

leeré dos cuentas a la semana

escucharé un episodio de podcast al día

my spanish study plan:

i found a web page with some advice for learning languages and now i have a plan for studying spanish, lmao.

my first goal:

to write at length about my days instead of writing in a few grammatical tenses or in a few sentences i will study for 30 minutes a day (probably 9-9:30pm because university is hard ;-;)

my materials:

the book "complete spanish all-in-one" by gilda nissenberg - for vocab, grammar, etc.

the book "short stories in spanish for beginners" by olly richards - to read stories in spanish

the podcast "coffee break spanish" - to practice listening to the language

duolingo - for more vocab, practice, etc.

to practice what i learn and to use the materials:

i will read one chapter of the textbook per week

i will write about my day on tumblr daily

i will read one story a week

i will listen to one podcast episode a day

#¡correcciones bienvenidas!#corrections welcome!#español #spanish langblr #spanish #spanish language #i found the books online for free btw #happy to say where if people want an epub/pdf #anyway this was so much harder to do in spanish than i thought #and tbh i'll prob end up changing the goal after the semester ends anyway #it is also 2am for me so this plan is starting tomorrow lmaooooooooooo #zip habla

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thebestofoneshots · 10 months

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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

Series Masterlist | Previous episode

Tumblr is being a b, and not showing my posts on the tags so I had to re-post this one.

Pairing: R. L. x S. B. x reader Word count: 2.7 k Warnings: Angst (but also fluff) Summary: You and Sirius finally make it to the park. From zip lines to underground rivers, your friendship grows stronger, and the two of you have one of the most incredible days of your lives. However, a moment of innocent mischief leads to a confrontation, resulting in unexpected consequences. Betrayal, secrets, and broken trust unfold, setting the stage for a pivotal turning point in your lives. Enjoy the bittersweet symphony that shapes your journey in this chapter. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.