about peru

if ya don’t know by now, Peru is going through severe mudslides right now. People are losing their lives, their homes, their pets, the animals they depend on for a living, and a lot more. If ya can just take a couple minutes to check on someone you know who is Peruvian, and has family home it would be very appreciative to them to let them know you are there. If you believe in prayer and in God, please sprinkle some of Peru in there because the people really need it. If you can afford to - donate. And, last but not least if you can stay informed that would be beneficial; not just about Peru but about other developing nations - they are just as important as the big developed nations filled with power. thank ya’ll

Some Creek Headcanons

- For his birthday, Mr. and Mrs Tweak let Tweek come up with the “Coffee of The Day” special where Tweek gets to brew his own special coffee and they make that the coffee flavor of the day. It’s a tradition that Tweek has even well after he leaves home. 

- When Stripe dies, Tweek buys Craig a replacement guinea pig that looks exactly like Stripe so Craig doesn’t notices…he noticed anyway because Stripe has never had that one tuft of white fur on her paw….but he doesn’t say anything, because Tweek tried and he’s glad Tweek cared enough to do this. 

- Craig is really good at science and math as both are a necessity for space work, Tweek meanwhile is really good at English and Drama. 

- Craig is the “Team Dad” in his group of friends. “Team Mom” usually alternates between Tweek and Token depending on the situation. 

- Tweek is always trying out for school plays, and has even landed the leading role in a few of them. Craig is always there for all of his performances. 

- Tweek is insecure at times about his and Craig’s relationship, and even though by this point its clear that what began as an act blossomed into legitimate feelings for each other. He’s scared that Craig is still acting and doesn’t actually feel the same way. 

- Craig just calms him down and reminds him that they’re still together, and that he’s a horrible actor compared to Tweek. If he were acting, he’d know. 

- When Tweek heard about what happened in Peru, he became super protective of Craig just incase of any giant guinea pigs. Which, while Craig didn’t mind at first he did eventually tell Tweek that while he appreciated it. Tweek didn’t need to be over protective. 

-  When their playing the fighters of Zaron game, and Tweek gets cold then Craig lets him borrow his cape. 

- Tweek will get detention just to sit with Craig, though Craig has tried to get less and less detentions.

- Tweek has always wanted a little brother or sister, so he gets along pretty well with Ruby. 

-  Craig sometimes helps Tweek at the coffee shop. Most of the time though, they just end up talking to each other. 

- Despite his jitteryness, Tweek likes horror movies it’s Craig who gets the nightmares despite his facade. On the other side though, Tweek cries easily at sad movies while Craig can’t cry. 

What was Uncle Monty’s trip to Peru really about?

Uncle Monty: the man, the fool, the legend.

Readers know him as the best guardian the Baudelaires ever had: caring, respectful and an endless source of knowledge. The last few days he spent with the Baudelaires are probably the only moments of genuine happiness in the entire series.

He’s also remembered as a hapless buffoon, too gullible to recognize how suspicious Gustav’s disappearance and how threatening his new assistant really were. The first sacrifice in a long line of casualties Olaf and the Baudelaires leave in their tracks.

“So don’t look so worried, bambini. As you can see, your Uncle Monty has the situation in hand.”
[The Reptile Room, Chapter Five]

But what if Monty were actually one of the most brillant masterminds of the series? Was the herpetologist, in contrast with Olaf’s machinations, running a conspiracy of his own?

Let’s try to establish a different scenario under the cut.

Keep reading

Timed Prompt (15 min)

  • Prompt: Word/Phrase: Refusal

He loosens his tie, grumbling under his breath for the entire ride to the 15th floor. The elevator dings, and his shined gators step onto the crisp gray carpet of his father’s company. He’s immediately greeted with strings of ‘hello sir’ as he walks to the executive’s office. Inside that very room lies his fate. By that, he means the person who he will marry.

Over the course of five months, his parents have been looking for a suitable partner that would help them expand their business. Being the dutiful son Kyungsoo is, he agreed to their terms as long as he is granted sole ownership of the franchise when his father retired. His older sister would be out of luck.

So here he is, walking the long stretch to the man’s office where his fiance awaits. He has yet to meet said person, or see what they look like. He only hopes that his father has chosen someone who caters to his taste, and if that person doesn’t, then maybe, he will have to rethink that offer.

The chestnut doors are pulled open by the assistants and Kyungsoo walks inside, eyes searching the room for his partner. There are five people in the room other than him. Two, he recognizes as his own parents, yet the other three have their backs toward him. He continues to walk closer and they all turn to face him, and Kyungsoo’s footsteps halt.

“Jongin!” he yells, never caring about propriety.

“In the flesh!” the other smiles wide, his arms outstretched to showcase his humor.

“Is this some kind of joke?” Kyungsoo darts his eyes toward his parents whose expressions hold profound confusion, along with Jongin’s parents.

“Son, what’s going on?” His father asks, and Kyungsoo scoffs.

“I will not marry this man, I refuse.”

“Don’t be like that Kyunggie,”

“Shut up!” he snaps toward Jongin, who smiles smugly.

“I think this will be great for all of us, don’t you?” Jongin says.

“I’m leaving,” he turns on his heels.

“Ah, but Kyungsoo, I’m sure we wouldn’t want to tell your father about Peru,”

He stops, and his body spins around with a murderous glare emitting telepathic waves of death to Jongin.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, but I would.”

“Would someone enlighten us about what’s going on?” Jongin’s mother asks, and Kyungsoo swallows hard.

“Why yes, Kyungsoo, why not tell them,” Jongin grins.

“Jongin, shut the hell up!” Kyungsoo’s eyes are strained as he stares at the smug playboy.

“Kyungsoo!” his mother snaps at him. “How do you guys know each other? Tell me this instant!”

Beads of sweat form as Kyungsoo sits under the stares of curiosity held toward him. He doesn’t want to talk about this. Not now, not ever.

Jongin was his one-night stand a few months back who he spent nearly half a million dollars on courting. It was a night out on the town, just him and the guys. And Jongin, well, he was a nice piece of ass Kyungsoo thought he could score for the night. 

Little did he know that Jongin had his own agenda. And Kyungsoo found blackmail photos sent to his phone the next morning along with a selfie of Jongin blowing a kiss. The caption read: It was fun darling, let’s do this again sometime! Make sure to last longer too 😉💖😙

Just in case anyone has missed all my posts about leaving for PERU (!!!!!) I am going to be MIA here for a few weeks! Not a whole lot of reliable internet most of the places I’m going, and even when there is I’m gonna probably be too busy to check in much on here. 😁✈

Hi there! I’m Steph and I’m 20. I want to make my formal introduction  in studyblr, so here you have a little about me.

- I’m from Peru but I live in Spain since I was little. My first language is spanish but I’m fluent in english (but please, forgive if I make mistakes). I know a little bit of french and I want to start with italian and japanese.

- I study in the university a degree that’s half engineering (computers) and half business. I’m in second year. I have subjets like networks but I have marketing too.

- I like science, but I like languages and humanities too. I really have a difficult period when I start bachiller (like 3rd year of high school, here you have to choose between arts, humanities and science and have subjects about what you choose).

- I like to draw and write and I also run an art blog (it’s my main blog!).

- I have to personalize the blog, but I’m on finals so I will do eventually.

- I follow a few studyblrs and it inspired me. My favorites blogs are: @izzystudies @studiees @the-girlygeek @alistudys @bestudy @nicoles-studyblr @studyingcompeng @emmastudies @obsidianstudy

The best Shiro headcanon you will read in your entire life (maybe):

(Probably not as good as Holt twins, but still(?)

Peruvian nikkei Shiro. I mean, it make sense. First, Lance being Cuban is great, but why stop with him when Shiro can be latin too?

• Peru has the second biggest Japanese comunity in South America.
• He can be peruvian AND have a fully japanese name.
• He can be peruvian AND speak fluent japanese.
• Josh Keaton is half Peruvian. He speaks both spanish and quechua.
• Shiro can speak spanish with Lance (!!!)
Finding Out: Jace

Follow up to I Will - Jace finds out that Alec’s engaged; with a dash of fluff and humor :).

Thank you for all the notes for Finding Out: Izzy!

Alec bit into his burger as he listened to Jace and Clary talk about Peru. Magnus sat beside him, one hand on his knee. He could feel the cold metal of the ring against his skin underneath his shirt and it made him smile absently.

Jace kicked him under the table. “What are you smiling about? I could have died.” Alec blinked and Magnus chuckled softly.

“Don’t be dramatic. The demon had no chance,” Clary reassured the group.

The younger couple was back in New York for a few days and the four of them were grabbing food at Taki’s.

“You know, you guys should come visit us in Peru,” Clary said as she twirled her fork in her spaghetti.

Magnus shook his head. “Can’t do. I’m not allowed back.”

“Oh God, what did you do?” Jace asked. He raised an eyebrow, as if readying himself for an absurd story.

Alec chuckled. He wouldn’t be far off.

“Well, definitely not the time for that story,” Magnus replied.

Alec looked shyly at his brother and girlfriend. “Actually, we have something to tell you.” He felt Magnus slip his hand into his and Alec smiled, shifting his gaze to Magnus. Alec squeezed his hand.

“You two are ridiculous,” Jace said, staring at them. “Can’t you tear your goggly eyes away from each other for one meal. I mean how often to you get to see me.”

Alec rolled his eyes. “Clary, how do you share the space with his ego?”

“It’s definitely a tight squeeze,” Clary said, smiling with laughter. “But enough about Jace’s ego, we mustn’t feed the beast. I want to hear your news.”

Magnus pulled their intertwined hands from under the table and placed them at the edge. The older man was rubbing his thump over Alec’s hand.

“Well, you see, Alec has achieved the impossible.”

“How can you achieve the impossible if it’s impossible?” Alec said, absently.

Magnus laughed. “All right, you achieved what I once thought was impossible.”

“What he’s trying to say,” Alec said, looking at Jace and Clary. “Is that we’re getting married.”

Magnus was beaming. He pulled their intertwined hands to his lips and kissed the back of Alec’s hand.

“Damn!” Jace said, a huge grin on his face. “You’re getting hitched!”

Alec nodded, blush tinting his cheeks.

“Oh my god, Alec, Magnus, I’m so happy!” Clary said. She got out of her seat and walked over the the boys’ side. Magnus stood up and Clary flung her arms around him. Jace stood up and pulled Alec up before hugging him.

“Congrats, man,” Jace said. They pulled apart and Jace gripped his shoulders. Before he could say anything, Clary shoved him aside so that she could wrap her arms around Alec. “Alec, you two are so perfect.”

Once they had all hugged each other and settled back in their seats, Jace ordered a round of wine.

Jace turned to his girlfriend, a cocky smile plastered on his face. “Looks like I won!”

“Won what?” Alec said.

Clary rolled her eyes. “Not the time, Jace!”

“What did he win?” Magnus repeated.

Jace looked at them, smiling sheepishly. “Well, we may have had a bet going.”

“A bet about us?” Alec asked, confused.

“We had a bet going about who would get engaged first…you guys or Aline and Helen,” Jace said nonchalantly. Clary blushed with embarrassment.

Alec stared at them, his mouth hanging open slightly.

Magnus laughed loudly. “Well, that’s a new one.”

“You placed bets? What is this? Some sort of gay betting ring?” Alec spluttered. “I don’t know how I feel about that!”

Clary blushed deeper. “It had nothing to do with you guys being gay!”

“Oh yeah, and yet you’re placing bets on the only gay couples you know!” Alec said, crossing his arms against his chest.

“Oh, get your panties out of a bunch, Alec,” Jace said, laughing. “It was between you four because you guys were the most settled with each other. I mean you two have been living together for four years and sickeningly in love and Aline went to Wrangel Island for Helen.”

“Honestly, Alec, it was totally harmless,” Clary said.

“I just want to know why you would bet against us, Clarissa,” Magnus interjected.

Clary sighed. “I can’t win, can I?”

“Well, apparently you didn’t,” Alec pointed out, feeling more relaxed about the weird bet.

“I just thought because you know, if you hadn’t been engaged in centuries…”

“Ye of little faith,” Magnus said lightly. He kissed Alec. “Like I said, Alec makes the impossible possible.”

Alec leaned into his fiancé, butterflies wrecking havoc in his stomach.

“I always had faith,” Jace said, clenching his hand to his heart with a dramatic flourish.

“I’m so glad,” Clary said.

“So, I get to throw the bachelor party, right?” Jace said, shoving a piece of steak into his mouth.

“Urgh, I don’t know about that,” Alec muttered.

“I mean, I am the best man. It’s my job. I’ll find a killer gay club. And we can play a game…how about, who’s the hottest. Person with the most numbers at the end of the night wins. I’m so winning, by the way.”

Alec glared at his younger brother. “First of all, you’re an ass. Second, why the hell would I try to get a bunch of numbers before my wedding?”

“And third, you’re not my bitch,” Jace finished, chuckling.

Alec rolled his eyes.

“Did I miss something?” Magnus asked.

Clary was laughing. “Just never ask Alec to cook a pie.”