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rosalialarose · 7 months

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ETERNALS Press Tour in Rome | The Eternal City

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rosalialarose · 8 months

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at the start of fp1 broadcast on sky f1 uk when showing b roll paddock reels, there was a shot of max and daniel walking by each other and saying hi and daniel smiling afterwards 😌

thank you so much for this very important piece of information !!

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rosalialarose · 9 months

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finally I got them all

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rosalialarose · 11 months

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Cracked kyber gone dim, mangled mask...he's not coming back. Drawn for @makekyluxsuffer prompt: Loss/Grief

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Hux: So I met this guy...

Phasma: Show picture.

Hux: shows pic of Kylo being Kylo

Phasma: ...

Hux: Thoughts?

Phasma: and prayers.

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rosalialarose · 11 months

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Who are you? You know who I am. I'm Jyn Erso. Daughter of Galen and Lyra. You've lost.

Rogue One: A Star Wars Story 2016 | dir. Gareth Edwards

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i know we're all sick of self-care being a marketing tactic now, but i don't think a lot of us have any other concept of self-care beyond what companies have tried to sell us, so i thought i'd share my favorite self-care hand out

brought to you by how mad i just got at a Target ad

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rosalialarose · 11 months

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GUARD DOG (remaster)

- M!reader x Valeria Garza

- Proofread:

- Genre: Fluff(?) / I’m just as curious as you are

This a remaster of my original Guard Dog post. I didn’t like the original plot, and didn’t believe I did Valeria justice, so I’ve decided to rewrite for the idea.

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It was harmful, of course, but how was he to deny it? She was a goddess, and he a simple follower. Obedient as ever, he devoted his life to her own. He proved his loyalty in ways no other had. Risked his life for a simple hair off her head.

He was far too loyal, some would say. Acting for all the wrong reasons, but she was in charge, not them. She was his boss, his goddess, and his lifeline. (Y/n) knew the effects of such devotion. The self destructive acts he paid to make her happy.

He was sure to climb the ranks. Sitting himself as second in command, only to sit alongside el sin nombre. He gave his life and loyalty, provided his obedience, all to be sure he’d keep her safe and happy.

He had no right to deny her anything. She called and he obeyed. He was loyal, like a family dog, protecting the people he loved. It was what earned him his name. El lobo. The wolf.

He was obedient, yes. He tore the throats of those that threatened el sin nombre. Gashed out the eyes of those who looked at her wrong. Cut the fingers of those who touched her. Such filth had no right to exist by such glory.

He truly was a wolf, a guard dog. He gave everything to ensure her safety. What else was he to do? His life was of dedication to hers. Meant only to promise her a fulfilling life.

It’s what brought him here. Stood within the back as el sin nombre and Diego worked through an interrogation. A argument between one of their own men and a stranger.

His eyes stayed glued to the Scotsman, feeling suspicious of his strange behaviour and truths. He was calm. Planned, even. And (y/n) wasn’t having anything to do with it.

“Perrito,” She’d call with a mock pout, glancing back at the masked male “be a dear and take care of our traitor?”

He broke out of his thoughts, eager eyes meeting the woman’s as he gave a stern nod. His approach was slow, threatening even, stalking closer as he reached for his blade.

“Los traidores como tu merecen pudrirse.” He whispers cruelly, tracing the blade across his neck softly before grasping into his hair. “Pequeña perra.” (Y/n) grunts, plunging his blade into the man’s throat.

He relishes in the way his blood coats his mask, his eyes taking a lustful gaze as he slowly looks to the Scotsman. A silent threat. A show of his blood lust. His obedience.

“Muy bien, perrito!” She praises, following his gaze back to the stranger. “Suppose you will live for now. I’m sure el sin nombre will be quite.. curious about yourself.” She muses, and (y/n) can’t help the seeping jealousy at the thought of her attention being stolen.

He doesn’t even recall when she and Diego have begun to guide him away, stood frozen with a scowl. His anger grows the more than he can manage, and his hands act first as he tears the blade from the corpse’s throat. It’s messy, and it’s careless, but he’s far too angered to care.

The Scot was stealing his boss. Taking her attention as if it was nothing. Unworthy of even basking in her presence. And he could not have that.. not at all.

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“Mi alma,” he calls, entering the room of which he knew she resided in, and she did, pacing back and forth as she works over a call “¿Debemos mantenerlo aquí? I do not trust him.” He huffs, bitter about the Scotsman’s presence.

“Relax perrito.” She coos, having finished her call, working to stand in front of the male. Her hands worked his mask, slipping it off carelessly as she raked into his hair. “He’s only here for what intel he has.”

Her words bring an impatient whine from (y/n). He didn’t want the stranger here any longer than necessary, but whatever Valeria needed would be given to her. For who was he to deny a goddess anything?

“What if it’s a trick, Mi alma..” he mutters, melting within her touch, his face coming down to lie on the crook of her neck “I can’t risk your life for this.”

“It’s work, perrito. What more to expect then risking our lives every now and then.” She replies, one of her hands moving to trace along his spine.

He’s not happy with the idea, grunting lowly as he further burrows into her neck. It seems perverse, the way he leans closer to intake her scent. It’s intoxicating. His sense of thought leaving as he’s filled with only the idea of her.

“Solo quiero que estés a salvo, Mi alma.” He hums, his hands travelling down to hold her by her lower back.

“No lo harás, Mi dulce perrito.” She replies with a comforting tone, trying to ease the man into comfort. “No lo harás.”

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How foolish he was to believe her words. False lies sugar coated with her love. He was a fool to trust her, but he had no right to deny her..

Things had gone wrong quickly. (Y/n) stood guard and alert, rifle in hand, ready to shoot at any near threats. “Mi alma, we’ve got to leave now if we want to ensure your safety.” He directs, only to be denied.

“Not yet, perrito. Patience.” She replies plainly, pacing around the room once more, seemingly calm.

“Mi alma, por favor.” He pleas, glancing between her and the door, knowing that at any moment the threat could take the chance to break it down.

She doesn’t even bother replying now, and her silence is more degrading then insults could ever be. He feels ashamed for pushing her. A tight frown on his lips as he faces the door.

He’s immediately panicked as fears turn for the worst. The door is kicked open, and before he can react, he’s shot.

The bullet lodges into his shoulder, disabling his dominant arm as he’s knocked to the ground on impact. Her shout of panic is notable as his focus goes to his wound instead.

It’s bad. The wound leaking that familiar red ink, releasing the same metallic smell, and staining the same wine-red colour. His other hand weakly raised to place pressure to the wound, a desperate work to keep himself alive.

He’d failed her, hadn’t he? It was his fault she was now being held at gunpoint, placed in handcuffs. Her angered shouts echoing as she demanded they drag him along.

And they obeyed. Sensing her desperation, one of the two was sent back to retrieve him. Stabilizing his wound for the time being as they carried him along.

He can’t help the way he grows tired. He’s never felt so weak. And despite her orders to stay awake, he silently agrees he deserves this one break, letting his eyes fall shut despite her panicked calls.

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“Where is he!?” She barks, glaring towards the group of men with a scowl. Eyes laced with rage and tone with venom. Like a snake ready to pounce.

“Relax, he’s safe, as of right now that is.. but, we could do a lot of harm given you don’t give us what we need.” The American threatens, pursing his lips as he speaks down to the woman. Her glare darkens as he speaks, just about to attack as Soap cuts her off.

He’s hesitant as he steps forwards, holding the straps of his vest. “We’ve got the lad within the infirmary. He’s in good health, simple bullet to the shoulder.”

“Your men shot him.” She snarls lowly, teeth bared in an inhumane threat. “You could have killed him!”

“A snake like yourself, worried about another’s life? I almost don’t believe it.” Alejandro replies, giving a glare of his own. Soap gently guides him back, taking full control of the situation.

“Alejandro,” he warns lowly, turning back to the woman “All we want is the information on the missiles. In turn we’ll let you have the lad back.”

She seems hesitant, biting at the inside of her cheek as she thinks. To give such valuable information for one life.. would it be worth it to her? Such a stupid question. It was the life of El Lobo, of course it was worthy.

“Bien vale… I will give you the intel, for the boy and a favour.”

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There reunion is seemingly dramatic, to the two of them that is. (Y/n) is tossed into the shipping container she’s kept in, and she’s quick to cradle him into her arms, cooing words of praise and affection into his ear.

“Mi alma..?” He mumbles, basking in her touch as he’s held. He’s still wounded, though it’s been cleaned and treated, and he’s much more able to move. And despite this, she keeps him immobile, worried for his health.

“Oh my sweet perrito.. I was so scared I’d loose you..” She whispers softly, running her fingers through his hair as she gently rocks him. Like a loving mother calming her child. “So scared I’d never have my guard dog back..”

“You could never lose me,” He promises in turn, placing his free hand to her cheek “Hasta que la muerte nos separe.”

“Sí, sí… hasta que la muerte nos separe.” She repeats softly, kissing his forehead lightly before holding him close once more.

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There escape is not one they’d have hoped for, sending (y/n) alone to escape while Valeria is taken into custody. It’s awful. It’s against what he wants. But it’s at the demand of his lover, and he obeys without reason.

He flees the scene, determined for a rescue at her call. But until that faithful day, he is nothing but a retired guard dog, waiting for his rightful owner to return.

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rosalialarose · 11 months

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