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ratcity

We need to be going door to door telling men about bisexuality. We need to start standing outside grocery stores

psychofuturist

PHŌS REGALIA

#WAOS #cool art

lazylynxboy

VLC my beloved 𓉴𓉴

#yesyesyes yaayyy!#vlc player #ilu <3

spoekelse

Value Pack

#txt

polymerclay-deactivated20251120

2 easiest ways to come up with feminine names for characters: taxonomic names of organisms, and taking words that end with "-ly" or "-ion" and replacing it with "a". Theoretica. Constella. Inocula. Echinodermata. Annelida. Vorticella.

slippingonbananas

is ther a way to make this work with masc names ?

anunoriginaladress

add -o/-e, thats how you do it in languagues that come from latin like spanish!

paradiselost19

Chema and Ángela NSFW headcanons

N/A: So I came with these while drafting another fic (besides the incomplete one-shot I posted) based in this pair. Thanks again for the support, I think it's really unfair that Tesis has little to no content since it's so fanfic material in my opinion. And that's all I have to say, I hope you enjoy these headcanons.

Ok, let's cut to the chase.

꩜ We established before that the beginning of their relationship would be kind of difficult, so of course it would take some time for them to get intimate. They would have to overcome their PSTD, Chema would've to drop his insecurities and Ángela would've to process everything that happened with Bosco. Yes, it sounds difficult, but I think they can make it work eventually.

꩜ With that being said, I think Ángela would take the first step and that would make Chema feel embarrassed. Sure, he has a lot of porn tapes in his drawer and is always making sexual innuendos, but the real thing is very different and above all things, he loves Ángela and cares about her. So the thought of messing things up really makes him really anxious.

꩜ Of course he has fantasized about it. He's pictured himself making out with Ángela on his bed or at college either the bathrooms or the janitor's closert. What Chema doesn't know is that Ángela's had similar thoughts, even bolder ones. Late at night, she has imagined his hands wrapped around her neck, tight enough to make her shudder; his thigh between her legs to keep her pinned to the wall while he mocks her for enjoying the situation.

"Mírate, hecha un lío y ni siquiera llegamos a lo bueno"

"Restregándote igual que una puta, debería darte vergüenza"

And, she likes to imagine that he grabs her by the hair and makes her kneel.

꩜ Even tho, I can see Ángela having that kind of fantasy, I think their first time is far from being something like that. I picture it being something more indecisive in the beginning and more "clingy" at the end. Like, Chema giving up to Ángela touching his face and reassuring him that she wants him, and in the midst of it, Chema telling her that he cares for her and doesn't want anything bad happening to her.

꩜ Honestly, I think they both would be virgins.

꩜ I picture Chema taking a moment to admire Ángela's body while she's lying in his bed; he would touch and kiss every inch of skin and I don't think he would be very confident to say something, but the sole feeling of his hand running through her body would be enough to make Ángela blush.

꩜ They would end up clinging to eachother, not even an ich of distance between their glistening bodies. Chema's head buried in her neck and Ángela's breath tickling his face. Never wanting to be separated.

꩜ About the rest of times, I think they would fuck after arguing. It's very probable that in the middle of it, suddenly they're a bit too close and one breaks the distance to kiss the other and interrupt whatever they're complaining about. In this context I could see something similar from what Ángela's had in mind. It's not sweet or with the intention of reconciling, it's rough and intense. There would be a lot of biting, teasing, manhandling and tossing around.

꩜ In terms of what they're into, I could see Chema being into something more possessive, he would like to bite Ángela's neck, even lick her, leaving marks on her hips, teasing Ángela just to hear her call his name. In a jealousy fit, he would like the idea of making out with Ángela in front of the whatever-guy-in-her-class she's talking to; he'd even fuck right there if she let him.

꩜ About Ángela, I think there are some things that she doesn't recognizes like the fact that she likes knife play (you can't convince me otherwise on this one because Ángela was really invested in that particular scene with Bosco). She would like to feel the pressure of the blade againts her skin and the idea of Chema being the one who holds the dagger and licks the blood that comes from the cut.

꩜ She also doesn't like to acknowledge the fact that she can be jealous, maybe not as possessive as Chema, but she could get really angry at the sight of him talking with other girls (which, obviously, doesn't happen frequently). I also have the impression that Ángela would like being choked.

꩜ Regarding the physical aspect, I think that, even tho, Chema finds Ángela as a whole really attractive, his favourite body parts would be her pale legs (which he likes to bruise while they fuck), her neck (which he likes to bite and lick all along) and her tits (he'd grope them and like to see them bounce while Ángela's riding him).

꩜ About Ángela, I think she would find Chema attractive, maybe not as much as Bosco, but attractive nevertheless. Her favourite body parts would be his back (which she likes to scratch. She would even bite his shoulder if he's on top), his hair (which she likes to tug while they kiss) and his lips (which she likes to kiss and bite until they bleed).

#tesis 1996

achillesinhighheels

Insane Work by Prince Gyasi (2024)

#art

ozempicofficial

laigifs

31 Minutos: Tiny Desk Concert

— ¡Y ahora agáchate, tonto! — ¿Quién es ese? — Es sólo un amable señor que se quiere asegurar de que volvamos sanos y salvos a casa.

#31 minutos #<3333

biohorror-human

If you tell a yankee "its never okay to kill people for the US no matter how poor you are" you can trigger secret dialogue that makes you understand why Malcolm X hated liberals the way he did

pocket-deer-belly

oh, oh ok i'm the communist surrounded by liberals, i get why communists are like this now

pocket-deer-belly

what do you mean you thought idiocracy was a serious movie

shorkcharlotte

#real #the only thing preventing me from swinging are #my stupid fucking morals or something

treatyy-art

"You still have to work tomorrow"

#disco elysium #disco elysium fanart

paradiselost19

Fragment of a one-shot I want to post

N/A: First of all I want to thank y'all for the support the headcannons got, it really encouraged me <3. I wanted to share this fragment of a one-shot I have in mind to know, based in your opinions, if the narrative it's cohesive with the characters. Also, it's in spanish, so sorry english speakers. Thanks again for your support.

"La fuerza del destino"

"A Chema le resulta casi tragicómica la manera en la que las cosas se desarrollaron después de haber sido dado de alta. No es como que los hechos ocurridos semanas antes no fueran lo suficientemente ominosos en sí, pero en momentos como éste, la realidad se imponía de formas que le parecían cada vez más crueles.

Ve la televisión, acomodado en una de las sillas que dispuso para ello. La está viendo, pero no hay nada que mirar. Y lo que no mira, lo está trastornando. Ángela a su lado. Sus manos entrelazadas en lo que parece ser una amalgama sudorosa. Empezó como algo tímido; uno de los largos y pálidos dedos de Ángela buscó los nudillos de su mano derecha con la misma curiosidad de un animalito ciego.

El presentador en la televisión anunció la pregunta del millón, pero ya nada de eso tenía sentido, si es que alguna vez lo tuvo. Dejó que el cosquilleo de su cercanía cepillara el dorso de su mano. La miró, furtivamente. Ahora eran tres dedos deslizándose por las hendiduras suaves de sus nudillos, como serpientes descamadas reptando sobre montículos de arena. Ángela tenía los ojos puestos en la televisión y cualquiera diría que estaba absorta, pero Chema se daba cuenta; tenía esta facultad para ver a través de ella, buscar esos ojos negros como guijarros de petróleo, lustrados con aquel morbo que la habían llevado a él, tatuados en un espacio bien recóndito de su corazón. Aún con el peso de su mano sobre la suya, creía que la vida se reía en su cara.

Si Ángela no hubiera escogido dicho tema para hacer su tesis, sus manos no se estarían rozando en este momento. Independiente de si la razón detrás de su elección era un genuino interés por responder a una pregunta tan antigua como el mundo mismo o si era una elaborada excusa para saciar un gusto por la violencia que no sabía del todo que albergaba, todos los caminos llevaban a Roma: si no hubiera escogido ese tema, alguien como Ángela no le habría dirigido la palabra nunca. Porque eso es lo que hace la gente en su sano juicio, evitarlo.

Desde el primer momento en que interactuaron esta conclusión lo atormenta, a veces demasiado, a veces no tan demasiado. Y es más, otras veces cobra tanta fuerza que empieza a divagar entre vericuetos cada vez más maliciosos: ¿Y si Bosco no hubiese sido el psicópata enfermo que terminó siendo?

Tenía tan clara la respuesta, y con ello el lugar que ocupaba y no podía evitar sentirse enojado, más bien frustrado o casi resignado. Le daban ganas de agarrar a patadas lo que sea que tuviera enfrente y despotricar silenciosamente contra el mundo y la gente en él e incluso decirle algo desagradable a Ángela, algo que la hiciera huir de allí y nunca volver, algo que la espantara. “Bueno, pues si lo que querías era follar, pues haber ido directo al grano y saltarte lo del cafecito y todo eso”.

Así le daba la oportunidad de resolver cualquier duda que ella tuviera sobre la relación que había entre ellos y marcharse para siempre, para que ambos retomen sus hábitats naturales, lejos de cada uno, como si nada hubiera pasado, como si no hubieran matado en defensa propia, como si no hubiera arriesgado la vida por ella dos veces.

Borrón y cuenta nueva, porque alguien como él no merece un final feliz.

“Adiós, princesa”.

Al notar que Chema aparta su mano con lo que, Ángela supuso era rechazo, se incorpora en su asiento.

–Chema —.

Él evita mirarla.

–Chema, ¿pasa algo? –.

–Pasa que no me entero de lo que hay en la tele si me estás hablando –.

La mano de Ángela ya no estaba sobre la suya, pero podía seguir sintiendo el calor reminiscente de su tacto derretirse lentamente en su piel con más añoranza de la que le gustaría reconocer.

Si bien, a estas alturas, sabía que Ángela estaba acostumbrada a sus respuestas cáusticas y carácter huraño, no tenía claro si, dada el área ambigua en la que se encontraba su relación, eso llegaría a cambiar.

– Oye, mírame, por favor –pidió ella con una ternura que le pareció sobrecogedora.

Le obedeció, pero apenas sus ojos se toparon con la gracia sobria de sus rasgos, los desvió en dirección al suelo que no se ha molestado en limpiar.

Sumada a la inseguridad de sentir que su relación se sustentaba en un gran golpe de suerte, la culpa de haber guardado esa cinta de Ángela a sus espaldas, seguía rondando en sus pensamientos cuando no podía dormir. Por más que ella insistiera en que no importaba y que entendía, la verdad es que él no podía perdonarse a sí mismo.

– No puedo –respondió él con un tono de voz tan apagado que, de no ser porque Ángela le estaba poniendo atención, podría haber pasado desapercibido.

[Work in progress...]