cubarico

30 Day otp Challenge - cuddling somewhere

"Hammock, couple of beers, and the sound of coquis. This is the part where you admit to being madly in love with me again, right?"

"Oye, oye, what is all this ‘again’ shit?"

I don’t know

this is so gay

I skipped all the parts like ‘pretending I know what I’m doing’ and so now I’m on the step of ‘pretending like I’m happy with this’ and posting it

It is that peculiar part of the morning when the sun has yet to appear, but the sky glows with a foreboding, steely blue that does not quite emulate the golden hue of dawn.

You are still awake, and it doesn’t really matter, because you have slept for years and been awake for years and one night without sleep will not kill you.

You feel like you should feel sorry for having kept him up so late, but the panic that keeps rising within you doesn’t allow you to. You need him right now. He can be here, and so you don’t feel sorry, because you deserve to have someone here when the dread of the future lurks as imminent as the coming of the sun.

There is nothing you can do to stop November from coming. It is as present as the promise of another sunrise, and the promise of an eventual death. You have never been quite so fearful of time passing, but you are awake for very second that ticks by and you can feel time moving as it rises in your body like bile. 

You fear this, because you know there is nothing you can do to prevent what will happen. You know the outcome. You know exactly how things will go. And that frightens you.

Because you don’t want this, and you’ve never wanted it, and there is nothing you can do to stop it. 

Your heroes of old never had a chance, nor have you.

You are the prisoner of lies and deceit, and your fate will be signed on a ballot printed in the land of your captors.

sigh

I have a lot of feelings about November

WHAT AM I EVEN DOING

BLAME THIS ON SIERRA

BLAME IT ON SIERRA 

basically genderbends of Cuba and PR and Cuba using PR’s boricua ass as a pillow

I will write more later, FOOD CALLS

YEAH ANYWAY SCREW MY SHIT ANATOMY

this was just because Sierra told me to draw lesbians

Boxer!Manny from the AU

Because everyone needs to stay in shape, even School teachers

plus, boxing programs are pretty good programs for helping kids, and if the kids will do it, he will, too.

(plus, he was kind of a jock in high-school– just kind of a nerd as well.)

I cannot handle this AU.

Gringo-heartthrob and I created a New York City / Spanish Harlem AU to put Fem!Cuba and Puerto Rico in together.

Fem!Cuba is called Ivelis, and she is a Manhattan cop. Emmanuel is a Spanish teacher with a crappy apartment.

He meets Officer Ivelis Rodriguez thinking she is quite the safe, level-headed girl- until she applies for his ad for a roommate and reveals that without the uniform, she’s quite naïve. Still, he’s a super awkward, super easily-excited teacher who really loves teaching and, well. Falls hard for Ivelis. hfdiugh.

This particular scene isn’t a proposal. It’s… kind of a joke between the two. You’ll learn, eventually!

Yes, there will be fanfiction. There freakin’ will.

So I drew this for a good reason, because of RP (yes RP is a good reason) and Manny was freaking out about November again

But I never finished it. And to be honest, I don’t think I ever will.

So here, have Alejandro comforting a sleepy and freaked out Manny.

He’s got a lot to worry abotu, after all.

(Cuba and my Puerto Rico OC who I don’t draw much of anymore oops-)

SO THIS HAS A STORY

basically they’re making a bird with their hands

and I realised it was a very un-manly pose

so I made it so someone was telling them to make a bird with their hands for a picture and they’re like ‘lolwut’

one day I will draw something that isn’t cubarico

ANYWAY today was kinda heavy and so I drew something lighthearted. 

Just sweet kisses for the Bacardi Pair. :U

ONE DAY, I WILL STOP DRAWING IN PEN SO I STOP FUCKIN’ THINGS UP.