#alejandro g.

[vitalphenomena]

@s1cario asked: tell me, is it exhausting being chaos?

"—I'm fine."

It's always awkward to be confronted by stone-cold killers. Like, I know something you don't. But there's always the opportunity for them to have something over her, too. So Spirit is cautious enough around the assassin, even if she shoulders her backpack to feel the weight of her handgun.

"Do I look very exhausted?"

[filofobico]

Domingos.

Dicen que los domingos son los días donde las personas piensan más profundamente. Donde hay más pizza recalentada y cosas de las que arrepentirse. Dicen que son los días de "No quitarse el pijama" o de ir a comer helado por la tarde. De parejas compartiendo espacios. De hablar y que no signifique nada. También dicen que son los días de tomarse algún paracetamol. De escuchar canciones en bucle, sí, de esas que no puedes parar de escuchar y siempre te dejan muy metido en la mierda y la vuelves a poner. Día de levantarse en camas equivocadas o en algunas que por mal que te pese no volverás a rozar. Día de "Duchas relajantes" que no relajan nada. De ganas de escribirle aunque sepas que no te va a contestar. De comidas familiares. De ir al pueblo. Días de besar contra la pared del pasillo. De gafas de sol. De verte en línea (otra vez) y que me sigas ignorando. Días de "Hoy te quiero" y mañana te digo que "No". De los chismes de "Que fuuuuuueeeerte, adivina qué pasó ayer". De los "No me pasa nada" que gritan "Me pasa todo". Días de ti, que no hablas pero miras profundamente, y entre todas esas cosas yo solo tengo ganas de verte, de besarte y que muerdas la almohada. Sé que cuentas las horas que dura mi olor en tu ropa cuando regresas a casa.

[alpinesecrets-blog]

people as characters from hamilton?

You realize y’all a bunch of pasty motherfuckers, right? Whatever, here we go.

Hamilton: Alejandro GuerraWashington: Rocky KingAaron Burr: Theo StoneHercules Mulligan: Alfie CuervoThomas Jefferson: Jacqueline HendersonJames Madison: Nyssa AtkinsEliza: Dawn FordsAngelica: Laura SantosPeggy: Siempra GomezMaria Reynolds: Veena Ganesh

[pizzandro]

Acaso, uno de los modos más expeditivos de romper con aquella concepción —tan enraizada en nuestra civilización de libro sagrado— que concede a un texto estatuto ontológico («original»), mientras que a otro se lo niega («copia») o escatima («traducción»), es traducir obras escritas en ruso.

Petición de principio I: a la hora de traducir, nada hay en la lengua rusa que no lo haya en otras; cada lengua tiene sus especificidades, plantea dificultades propias, y la rusa es una entre tantas. No es desde un enfoque lingüístico, por tanto, como lograremos cuestionar la idea de un «original». En cambio, si nos concentramos en los modos en que un texto circula, en sus condiciones de creación y recepción, transitaremos el camino correcto.

Petición de principio II: siguiendo el concepto gadameriano de «historia efectual», acordemos que un texto no es sino los efectos que produce. Cuando un colega recibe el encargo de traducir, por caso, Hamlet, ¿puede abstraerse de los 400 años de historia de recepción, circulación, adaptación, traducción y edición (historia que, además, lo ha constituido a él mismo como lector)? Responder afirmativamente significaría creer que existe un «original» —puro— al que siempre puede volverse, sea el manuscrito del autor o la fuente más autorizada. Responder negativamente, otra vez, nos indica el rumbo adecuado. (Por cierto, envidiemos a los músicos: usan la palabra «versión» y no «traducción», no creen que la Sinfonía n.º 40 de Mozart sea la partitura que está —si es que— conservada en cierto sitio, ni tampoco sostienen un primoroso direttore traditore)                

[zazierainyday123]

Remember???

Remember when I talked about Iwaki having sex with one of my characters and him not knowing it?? Well here it is. 

            A knock came to Iwaki’s door as he was lying in the bed reading one of the many books that he brought with him. “Come in.”             He doesn't take his eyes off the book. It opens and it’s Katou. But it’s not him. It’s Alejandro pretending to be him.             “Hey.” He says closing the door coming in.             “Hi” Iwaki doesn't look up to make eye contact he just keeps reading his book.             Alejandro climbs on the bed and lies beside Iwaki. “What are you reading?” He inspects the book’s cover.             “Just some American Suspense Horror I got a long time ago.”             Alejandro was beginning to see why Katou was so in love with him, but he still couldn't figure it out. Was it the way he smelled, the sound of his voice or even the taste of his lips? Alejandro may not know what it is right away, but he would figure it out sooner or later.             He lifts up Iwaki’s shirt over his stomach and starts to kiss it and suck on it. Iwaki moves the book to the side and look at Alejandro in agitation.             “What are you doing?” he asks with a sort of half smile half frown.             Alejandro smiles and continues on. Iwaki puts the bookmark in the book and sets it down on the night table beside the bed.             “I thought I told you not to touch me in such ways while we stay here?” His words didn't stop Alejandro they made him go even further.             He goes further down closer to his pants. Right at the edge he slowly kisses him. Iwaki fully smiles and slowly runs his fingers through his hair. Alejandro lifts up his head and undoes Iwaki’s pants. He slowly pulls them down. Every time he pulls them down further, he leaves a trail kisses. When they were off he tossed them onto the floor. He spreads Iwaki’s legs apart and sucks on his limp member. Out of pleasure, Iwaki takes of hand full of Alejandro’s hair in his hands and squeezes tightly. He moans softly and leans his head back against the pillows.             “His sensitive spots are the same as Renée’s” Alejandro thinks to himself as continues to please Iwaki.             He wraps his right arm under Iwaki, grabs his leg, and spreads it apart. With his other hand he brings it forward and with two fingers teases Iwaki’s ass. Iwaki bites down on his bottom lip trying to conceal his moans.             “He’s very sensitive in this area.” He thought. “Let’s see if he has the same spot like Renée?”             Alejandro sticks his fingers even further and goes straight for that spot. Once he hit that spot it sent Iwaki off the edge. He makes his grip on Alejandro’s hair even tighter and releases a few moans in the process.             “I knew it.” He thought loudly.              Alejandro continued to hit that spot over and over until Iwaki finally broke down. The louder he moaned the more arched his back got.             “Katou…” Iwaki moans.             Alejandro stops sucking and smiles. He comes up and leaves a trail of kisses on his chest as he comes up to his nipples. He sucks on his nipples, but doesn’t stop fingering him. He bites down on it causing Iwaki to melt in his hands, once he’d done that Iwaki’s body was fully his. While he was teasing his left nipple he takes his fingers out and pinches his other one.                Iwaki still had a handful of his hair and every time Alejandro would bite down Iwaki would grip his hair and when he was sucking or licking he’d loosen up his grip. Alejandro takes his mouth off of his nipple and started to pinch that one as well. Iwaki lets go of his hair and uses both of his hands to grab Alejandro’s hands.             “Katou...stop.” He said softly followed by a sharp groan.             Alejandro leans his head down and kisses his chest all the way down to his hard cock. Once he was there he started to suck on it again while still pinching Iwaki’s nipples. Iwaki leans his head back against the pillow and moans. Iwaki’s body temperature started to rise as he was reaching his breaking point. He lets go of Alejandro’s hands and brings them over his head and grabs the headboard. His back arches and moans louder and louder the closer he came to coming. Alejandro lets go of his nipples and slips his arms under his legs and grabs his thighs spreading them further apart.              “I’m coming! I’m coming!” He moaned.             His body tenses up, his toes are pointed, and Iwaki was having an orgasm. After coming inside of Alejandro’s mouth Iwaki released the tension from his body and his toes curled up. He lets go of the headboard and brings his arms down on the pillows. Alejandro comes up and swallows Iwaki’s semen. He rolls him over on his stomach and pulls him closer to him.             “You can’t rest now, we've only begun.” He undoes his pants and pulls his cock out.

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