La Luz - Juanes Livin La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin Amor Prohibido - Selena Danza Kuduro - Don Omar
Bailando ft. Descemer Bueno, Gente De Zona - Enrique Iglesias We Belong Together - Ritchie Valens Suavemente - Elvis Crespo Loco ft Romeo Santos - Enrique Iglesias Gasolina - Daddy Yankee El Perdon ft Enrique Iglesias - Nicky Jam Zumba - Don Omar Ai Se Eu Te Pego - Michel Telo Loca ft El Cata - Shakira Mi Verdad ft Shakira - Mana No Me Compares - Alejandro Sanz Tempo de Alegria - Ivete Sangalo Dile al Amor - Aventura Baila Esta Cumbia - Selena Corazon Sin Cara - Prince Royce Nada - Prince Royce Fuiste Tu ft Gaby Moreno - Ricardo Arjona Gordita ft Calle 13 - Shakira Diz Pra Mim - Malta Te Extrano - Xtreme Hips Don’t Lie ft Wyclef Jean - Shakira La Camisa Negra - Juanes Cuando Me Enamoro ft Juan Luis Guerra - Enrique Iglesias Show das Poderosas - Anitta Obsesion - Aventura La Bamba - Ritchie Valens Te Esperando - Luan Santana Guantanamera - Celia Cruz Dos Locos - Monchy y Alexandra Enamorate - Dvicio La Diabla - Romeo Sanris Tengo Un Amor ft RKM y Ken Y - Toby Love Cuanto Duele - Carlos y Alejandra Rechazame - Prince Royce Beautiful Liar ft Shakira - Beyonce Promise ft Usher - Romeo Santos Abusadora - Wisin y Yandel Down - RKM y Ken Y Equivocada - Thalia
Stage 1: Your roommate tells you that you HAVE TO WATCH THIS NEW SHOW. It’s like Doctor Who, but if the Doctor was human, an alcoholic, and kind of a dick. You shrug and say you’ll think about it.
Stage 2: A few days later, you come home and your roommate is watching Mortynight Run. He asks if you want to start the series from the beginning. You shrug and say sure.
Stage 3: You watch the first three episodes with little conviction, but by the time you hit M. Night Shaym-Aliens, you’re hooked.
Stage 4: You skip work and watch the rest of season one and all of season two in a single sitting. You send your roommate snaps to convince him that you should go to the next con as Rick and Morty.
Stage 5: You start following Rick and Morty blogs on tumblr. You can’t bring yourself to feel bad about your nearly-instant addiction. You stay up until five in the morning reading fanfic.
Stage 6: You develop an unhealthy obsession with Flesh Curtains era Rick, headcanon him as dark-skin Latino, and can’t get enough of the fan art that includes Rick speaking Spanish. You call him Ricardo Javier Sanchez Moreno, because he needs to have a full Latino name.
Stage 7: You remember that it may be a year and a half until season three, and you die on the inside…
Are you guys planning on writing a fig about Lob and Ricardo because If so I would LOVE THAT!
There might be something in the works already, though honestly I wasn’t expecting anyone to be interested enough in this silly little OC ship to want to read it? Leaving a little taste test for those who are interested.
“Er look, Lil'Buddy I ain’t got time to drrr-eerrrp-drop you off back at your dimension. Think y-you could just lay low at my pad for the day? I’ll get ya b-back as soon as shift’s done.”
For a face made mostly of eyeball it was impressive how much wider that eye could get as Lob looked at Ricardo with a mix of utter adoration and amazement.
“You want to take me home?” Lob bobbled excitedly.
He’d seen the tour bus and VIP backstage dressing rooms, and had even spent the night cuddled here, in the middle of the K’melo desert under the stars with Ricardo, but never had he received an invite to see where the rockstar lived.
“Er yeah? It’s not as gl-glamorous as you’re prob-probably imagining right now.” rubbing a sandy palm against his neck, Ricardo looked almost bashful though it was hard to tell if the red tint on his cheeks was from the late afternoon desert heat. Much to Lob’s fascination, the human had delightfully changed colour from prolonged exposure to the double suns of Blapt. It was a phenomenon Ricardo had called a tan, and it looked good on him. Lob wondered if further exposure would turn him a proper healthy orange, but supposed that answer would need to wait for another day.
“Alright! Let’s go home!” Lob said, his glimmering eye smiling as big as one can without any visible mouth.
Come on, if you understand just a bit of portuguese and like Harry Potter, go check out this video
This is from radio show called Mixórdia de Temáticas (which pretty much means that it’s a mix of themes and issues), by a really good portuguese comedian, my second favorite, called Ricardo Araújo Pereira (fun fact he is part of a comedian group called Gato Fedorento, which means “Smelly Cat”, and its name does come from Phoebe’s song). Today’s show is about Valdemar, a bald and noseless carpenter who worked around Porto in the 90′s :) You can see where this is going, and it’s hilarious - his characters are always so much fun!!!
wait,what happened with Cris saying he wanted many more children?? is there a link to it? i honestly wonder HOW many more they want. the funny thing is, i had a dream earlier that they had 5 boys and 1 girl :) i wonder if they call one of the twins Ricky jr or ricardo jr, not that they would publicly announce it if they did unless they pretended it was in honour of the steady bro that has and always will be by Cris' side which is the narrative right now.
If it turns out that one of the rumoured twins is called Ricardo Junior I will howl for the rest of eternity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And I can’t remember exactly where/when it was he said he wanted ‘many’ more children. My memory seems to think he said it in an interview at some point in the latter half of last year…!!? I’ll try and find out for you…
Tony was always excited to visit the classroom. Kids were all over him like moths to a light, and they always loved hearing him tell his story (age-appropriately of course. He obviously tells the story differently to a wide-eyed preschooler than a high school senior coming of age.), they love doing little experiments with him. Hell, Tony even fashioned a few sets of ‘repulsor’ gauntlets that shoot silly little things like confetti or streamers.
Something changed when he went into a third-grader classroom, however.
Mark cleared his throat nervously as he set his tools out on the table. Any minute now and one of the most dangerous women in the city was going to walk through that door and he was going to sketch her. He only hoped she would like it, and not think a splash of red would liven it up. He held his breath as the door slowly opened. Well, it was too late to back out now...
Divina entered the room silently. The only sound to be heard was the clicking of high heels on the wood floor.
For someone who was allegedly so dangerous, she looked rather unassuming. She was a small woman with pristinely curled black hair and a flawlessly made up face. She held her head high and proud as she made her way to where Mark had set up his supplies. “You’re the artist Ricardo called in, huh?” she asked, taking a seat, “Make it quick.”
I wrapped a blanket around Selena who was shivering as she took a seat on my couch. She had called Ricardo and told him that she’d be home tomorrow – leaving out the details of what had happened before so he wouldn’t worry but she promised me she’d tell him in person. The ride home was silent; I kept my hand in hers as I carefully drove home. She jumped straight into the shower and I occupied myself with making hot chocolate in the kitchen.
When she emerged from the bathroom, with her damp hair and wearing my sweats and t-shirt I couldn’t help but stare. I could watch her forever and I was sure as hell going to take advantage of the time I spent with her.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I slid my arm around her and brought her closer.
Her head nuzzled into the crook of my neck. “I am now.”
I pressed my lips to the top of her head and tightened my grip as if she’d slip away from me if I didn’t. “That was the scariest moment of my life.”
She looked up and I could see the guiltiness in her eyes, “I’m sorry. I was being stubborn and seeing my mom-”
“Hey, this isn’t your fault and I will find the asshole who hit you and make him pay,” I assured her as I rubbed her arm. “I just never want to come that close to losing you ever again.”
She nodded and lifted her hand to caress my cheek, using her thumb to brush against my jawline. “You won’t.”
I sighed quietly, “Listen to me for a second, okay?”
“Promise me you won’t freak out on me?”
She cracked a joking smile, “I’ll do my best but that could be asking for a lot.”
I took a deep breath as she adjusted beside me. She sat up a little more and removed her hand from my face to rest on my shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I’m just going to say it,” I was mildly afraid of her reaction considering the last thing I confessed to her hadn’t gone well, “I love you, Selena-”
“I love you too.”
“-And I know…wait,” I snapped my head up to catch her gaze. She gave me a sheepish smile and her cheeks flushed. “Did you just say that you love me?”
She cocked her head to the side before leaning over to grab the mug that I had supplied on the coffee table. “I might have.” Her eyes swept across my face before bringing the cup to her lips and taking a sip.
I watched her for a second, trying to distinguish any hints of her messing with me but when I didn’t notice any I asked, “Are you being completely serious?”
Every once in a while, Dean visits a rehab clinic. He goes in in days when he does the afternoon rounds and gets out of work early enough that Cas won’t be there when he gets home. They don’t live in the fancier of neighborhoods, so it’s easy to find kids who are no older than fourteen loitering around the alleys, wariness seeping into their bones the closer it gets to going home. They have learned things no kid their age should learn, and Dean knows a thing or two about skipped childhoods.