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Majorcan Almond Cake Recipe This naturally gluten-free cake is made with ground almonds, which are found aplenty on the Spanish island of Majorca Mallorca.
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metbuat · 1 year
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Xavi broke Zinedine Zidane's record
Xavi broke Zinedine Zidane’s record
In the 7th round of the Spanish La Liga, the head coach of “Barcelona” Xavi set a new record by defeating “Mallorca” with a score of 1:0. Metbuat.org reports that the 42-year-old coach achieved this by not losing in his 18th away match in the Spanish Primera. Thus, he saw victory in 13 of these encounters and a draw in 5. Xavi broke the record of Zinedine Zidane, the former head coach of “Real…
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ria-menorca-australia · 6 months
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joelscruff · 3 months
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poolside (sugar daddy!javi gutierrez x f!reader) 18+
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kofi | um i literally wrote this in an hour?????? idk where it even came from but basically han @swiftispunk had to walk home in a blizzard today and i felt she deserved something warm to enjoy while she bundles up. who woulda thought this would be my first fic of 2024? anyway this is loosely based off this drabble by han and.. dare i say... exists in the same universe? in my brain lmao summary: just some fun by the pool with sugar daddy!javi rating: 18+ explicit warnings: blowjobs, deepthroating, brief ball worship, daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, bad google translate spanish, sweat word count: 1.5k
You've been thinking about it all morning, and that's no exaggeration. The second you'd awoken the thought had been there in the back of your mind, although quieted almost immediately by your alarm and the rush to get ready for the day. It had returned in the bathroom as you'd brushed your teeth, again at breakfast when you'd scarfed down a banana, and now, as you sip your ice-cold cocktail underneath the hot Majorcan sun, the thought is there again.
Only this time, you can't hold it back.
"Can I be honest about something?"
The words tumble past your lips much faster than anticipated, garbled by anxiety and the deafening humidity of the warm summer day. For a few seconds you think - god, he's gonna ask me to repeat it - but thankfully, Javi turns to you from the lounge chair on your right side with a kind smile and those sparkling eyes you've already grown so accustomed to. Your nervousness dissipates almost immediately.
"Of course you can," he says, tilting his head back against the soft cushion, "You can tell me anything, mi amor."
You bite your lip, avoiding eye contact as you softly murmur, "Well I know we haven't really established all our rules yet, but, um -" your eyes fall unconsciously to his striped speedo, "I'd really like to give you a blowjob."
The speed at which his eyebrows go up is almost comical, sunglasses drooping off the end of his nose as his cocktail freezes in mid-air on its way to his mouth. He stares at you for a few seconds with fluttering lashes, words bubbling in his throat but never actually passing his lips. You stifle a giggle.
"Would that be okay?" you ask quietly, shyly, though you already know from his reaction that it's more than okay. You just want to hear him say it.
With an almost shaky hand he places his drink on the table between your chairs and sits up a bit, long tan legs stretching out against the length of the chair. He pushes his glasses up, as if trying to hide his clearly excited expression from you - trying to play it cool, as best he can. Adorable.
"Yes," he finally states, voice cracking slightly, "Yes, that would be okay."
In seconds you've lifted from your spot beside him to kneel down alongside his chair, hand immediately reaching for the waistband of his speedo. His shirt rides up as he positions himself accordingly, and you can see sweat dripping from the hair on his tummy down into his pubic hair. You start to salivate.
His cock is only semi-hard, taken by surprise at your sudden request, but you think it's cute. You tug down the speedo as best you can, exposing him entirely, his heavy balls slipping out of their confinement. With no hesitation you lean down and nuzzle your nose against each one, inhaling his delicious musk and smiling when you feel his hand immediately cup the back of your head. Oh, he likes that.
You open your mouth and carefully tug one of his balls into your mouth as best you can, soft and sensitive against your tongue. He lets out a shaky moan and you peer up to see him tilting his head back again; you can't tell if he's looking at you, eyes covered by his sunglasses, but you don't mind. You start to suckle carefully, tongue swirling all along the tender area before releasing it with a pop and enveloping the second one in the same manner. His fingers tighten slightly in your hair and you smirk.
"Do you like getting your balls sucked, daddy?" you ask quietly after freeing your mouth again.
"Y-yes," he says through another moan as you begin to lap at them with your tongue, wet with your saliva and his sweat, "Yes, mi amor. D-daddy likes that."
You pull your face back and feel yourself throb when you see how much his cock has grown, already at full size just from having his balls played with. You nudge the base with your nose, closing your eyes as you let it trail up and down, up and down, and then repeating the same pattern with your tongue. He tastes like saltwater and you salivate even more.
"Oh, fuck," he groans somewhere above you, thumb stroking the spot behind your ear, "Así, corazón."
His Spanish - its meaning still mostly unbeknownst to you - spurs you on, and you reach your hand down to carefully lift his cock from his belly and slip it past your lips. His mushroom head is soft and already leaking, salty-sweet on your tongue as you moan around its width and take it further into your mouth. Already dying to have him in your throat, you push downwards and allow almost his entire length to fill you up, your eyes rolling back at the sensation.
"Oh," he whimpers out, thighs trembling beneath you, "Mi amor..." His nails dig lightly into your scalp and you feel your pussy throb again.
Breathing carefully through your nose, you sink your mouth down until your lips kiss the base of his cock, his pubic hair crowding your face. You inhale deeply and moan again, thighs rubbing together as he pulses in your throat. After a few seconds you pull off, spluttering a bit but wiping your mouth and going back in for more almost immediately. He groans above you, watching as you deepthroat his thick cock with barely any inhibitions whatsoever.
"N-need to be inside you," he murmurs suddenly, fingers brushing through your hair with an urgency that wasn't there before.
"You are inside me," you whisper as you pull off his cock, only to capture it in your mouth a few seconds later and stuff your throat with his length again.
"No, eso no es lo que quiero decir," his words are already mush, and you wouldn't understand even if he'd spoken them in English. When you don't respond, only suckle around the warm appendage in your throat, he finally manages to groan, "Up here, hermosa, please. Daddy needs your pussy."
Fuck.
If he'd asked you any other way, you might not have listened, especially when the rules for your dynamic still have yet to be completely laid out. But just hearing him say that again...
"Okay, daddy," you mumble around the head of his cock, letting it plop from your lips and smack wetly against his belly. You stand up and waste no time in tugging your bikini bottoms down, tossing them to the side and climbing into his lap. Your pussy is warm and sticky against his bare skin, throbbing above his belly button in quick pulses.
"Lift up," he practically hisses through his teeth, reaching down and holding his cock at attention while you do as he says. A moment later you're sheathing his thick length inside your heat, soft whimpers escaping your lips as you sink down. "That's it, mi amor," he groans, "Perfecta."
You already know you're not going to last, and he seems to feel the same. The humidity of the air pushes down on your sweaty bodies, your hands coming down to press firmly against his chest as you start to ride his cock up and down. You finger the buttons of his shirt, pulling them apart to access the skin beneath; in turn, he reaches up and pulls your bikini top down under your breasts with one finger, exposing them to him as you start to bounce.
He's so fucking thick, so deep and hot and wet and perfect. Your brow furrows as you quicken your pace, eyes coming up to meet his sunglasses, and - without asking - you reach forward and take them off. He's looking right at you, eyes still sparkling, watching your every movement - watching you bounce up and down on his cock. It's enough to make you come.
And you do, a high keening sound falling from your mouth as you fall forward against his chest and let your orgasm take over, limbs loose and shaky. His arms wrap around you, hold you firm against his body as he takes your hips and lifts you up and down without any effort, keeping your pace steady on his cock.
"That's it, mi amor," he murmurs to you softly, movements frantic now, fast and desperate, "Hold on to me."
He doesn't need to ask - you're already wrapping your arms around his neck and breathing haggardly against the warmth of his chest as he fucks into you. It only takes a few more lifts of your hips for him to explode inside of you, cum hot and thick against your walls, filling you up. You squeak out another breathless moan and bury your face in his sun-kissed skin.
He keeps you there on his cock for a few moments, both of you catching your breaths as he strokes your bare skin up and down, up and down, listening to the chirps of birds in nearby trees and the faint splash of pool water. It's so peaceful.
"Thank you, daddy," you tell him softly.
"No, hermosa," he pants out, nose brushing the crown of your head as he presses a kiss to your hair, "Thank you."
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nerdieforpedro · 1 month
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Wrong Beach and a Speedo
Part One of Two Hearts by the Ocean
This part is for general audiences - rating will depend on individual parts. Overall will be 18+ MDNI
Javier Gutierrez x Abigail (plus size OFC)
Main Masterlist / Two Hearts by the Ocean Masterlist / Javier Gutierrez Masterlist
Word Count: about 2.3k
Summary: Frustrated by her friends, Abigail is going to see one of the beaches on Mallorca. Her sense of direction fails her and she meets a man in a speedo. Javier needed a break from his current worries. The beach is picturesque and so is the beginning of their story.
Warnings: mildly annoying friends, rich guy horrible cousin problems, meet-cute, that speedo, FLUFF, they're sweet okay?!
Notes: I've actually had this in my WIP folder since October of last year. I really have wanted to write for sweet Javi G and finally the right idea came along. Since it's winter I really want to be on a beach somewhere. Soaking in some sun and finding Javi in a speedo. A lovely summer romance. 🥰 I have a lovely mansion in delulu land.
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Cobblestone streets, rolling waves on beaches, beautiful vistas from atop hills; this was Majorca, Spain. There was so much to see and do on a girls’ trip there. But Abigail’s friend group was more preoccupied with the nightlife and wineries. Wine didn’t taste like sweet grape juice and she wasn’t too keen on being in a club, she didn’t even go clubbing at home. Why do that when there’s so much to explore?! These heifers hadn’t even been to the beach. She did not come all the way to a beautiful island off of Spain to be inside partying all the time, some of the time sure but not all the time.
Abigail was a round girl, larger belly than butt that hung a little, wide thighs, arms that waved after she stopped doing so and a round face. She believed she was cute, she wouldn’t say sexy, but cute and she felt even more so in her red one-piece bathing suit with white polka dots. It also had a short skirt that accentuated what little butt she did have. She had a large yellow sun hat and put on her white cat eye sunglasses following the resort map to the beach. She brought her tote bag which had her phone, wallet, sunscreen, books, beach towel and towel to dry off and a water bottle. She also carried a beach chair that had an umbrella attached to it. Abigail always liked to be well prepared even if it looked and was cumbersome. She trotted down to the beach and set herself up, sitting in her chair that she placed on her beach blanket and stretched her legs out. She was watching and water and sky meet each other on the horizon as waves crashed lightly before her. It was stunning and looked like a postcard.
“This is perfect. I’m so glad I finally made it here.” A serene smile came over her face, she cracked the spine on her erotic thriller that she brought with her, ‘The PI that Fucked around and found out.’
Javier was fed up with Lucas sticking around so long this time, they had argued again about Javi’s scripts and his Nic Cage shrine. Lucas wanted him to spend the money and make like a party boy so he did, what was the problem? He didn’t like guns and very violent things like his cousin, he didn’t need to feed into any machismo by being any sort of tough guy. Thanks to Lucas, Gabriella had really quit this time and left the country, who was gonna help manage the estate now? Lucas and his friends had made one too many passes at her, she shot the man in the balls and now she was in the wind. Did Javi know where she was? No and even if she did, he wouldn’t tell his cousin a damn thing. 
The Majorcan party boy needed to relax and the ocean did that for him, despite all the chaos his cousin caused, the ocean and Nic cage movies were constants in his life. Javier donned his white and navy speedo and asked the chef to help him put sunscreen on his back, he slipped him a few hundred for it because it was not in his job description. Javier just had his towel, shades and a longing to be in the water.
He happened to spy something new at his beach though. A blue umbrella chair, and thick caramel legs extending from under it. Javi knew he hadn’t been at the beach but a few minutes so he shouldn’t be hallucinating right now, right? He figured he should just let the person know that this was a private beach and you can’t just come in here, but he looked past the stone wall that surrounded his estate and noted that the fence labeled private property had been removed, when did that happen and why didn’t he not know about it? Is Lucas messing with him? Would he go that far? Even the beach? The aspiring screenwriter expected to see one of his cousin’s goons and not…an attractive pair of legs, likely belonging to a woman he assumed. 
Javier walked over to the umbrella repeating, “Hola! Perdón, señorita? Hola! (Hello! Excuse me, Miss! Hello!)” several times with no response. He walked around to the front of the umbrella and roughly waved after being frustrated but it melted away when he saw her. “Oh! Ah…perdón una diosa (a goddess).” Javi simply stared at the woman before him. She had a large hat on and sunglasses but she had a round adorable face to match her soft body and those dense thighs. Her delicate hands set the book down and removed her AirPods. She looked up and removed her sunglasses exposing honey eyes that appeared to be confused. 
 “Buenas tardes señor (Good afternoon sir). Pasa algo (Is there anything going on?) Estaba sentado leyendo (I was sitting and reading).” She responded; she said the words correctly but seemed to have an issue rolling her tongue. Spanish was not likely her first language which meant she may be a tourist. Javier knew of a resort that had a beach on its property, but why was she here?
“Muy bien (Very good) señorita. Hablas Ingles (Do you speak English)?” Javier asked with his smile still wide though his praise of her may have extended to what he saw before him as well as her proficiency in Spanish. He heard her chuckle and stood from her chair, she dusted her bottom off and returned his smile. 
“Sí (Yes). Ah yes I do. I’m sorry, I did practice some basic phrases but I’m not past the colors, stores and family yet. Um,” Abigail explained. She wasn’t exactly sure what to do. He seemed nice, definitely handsome and she was drawn to him. She crossed her arms over her stomach and held her forearms, her very obvious anxious tell. “My name is Abigail. Are you here to enjoy the beach too?” Javier’s smile changed to a grin and nodded.
“Yes señorita Abigail. I regret to tell you that you are on a private beach. My private beach.” He stated, not menacingly but the look on Abigail’s face told him that it was received poorly. 
“No, this should be the resort beach. I walked from just over there.” She pointed to where the fence was suspiciously gone. Javier sighed as he followed her finger to that area as well. He pondered and considered asking her to leave, though when he turned back to tell her this, she was bent over rummaging through her tote bag looking for her map. Javier stared at her rear and his eyes went wide. He is first and foremost a gentleman so he looked away…after sneaking a lingering peek.
Abigail finally retrieved the map and pointed to her resort and the path she walked to the beach. Javier was thankful that she didn’t seem to notice and looked at the map with her.
“Señorita, the map is the wrong way. The beach that belongs to the resort is to the right and not the left.” Javier pointed out, taking the map and turning it the opposite direction, he set it in her soft hands and exhaled deeply. He chuckled as she stared at it, he could picture smoke coming out of her ears. 
“I…this is worse than that time I got lost finding my own car from the airport…” Abigail sighed, her poor sense of direction had prevailed again. She weakly smiled at Javier and then frowned. He was being very nice about some weird lady on his property. This beautiful man in a speedo. She wanted to poke his belly and see if he would giggle. He looked like he would, his face was so expressive. “I-I’m sorry for trespassing. I didn’t even realize I was. It was just really wonderful to have a calm day at the beach.” Her eyes led back to the water, it was quiet here, not full of bumbling tourists and crying children, but it was not hers to enjoy. Noticing the longing look she had toward the seas, Javier had an idea, rather a suggestion.
“Señorita Abigail, you’re more than welcome to stay on the beach for the time being. I’m glad you were able to find peace here.” Javier started, her face snapped back to his with a wide smile. He continued, “Do you have any food allergies or dishes you’re opposed to eating? While we relax out in the sun, I can ask my chef to make us lunch.” His hand extended and took a hold of hers that wasn’t holding the map, she didn’t shy away from the touch but she wasn’t expecting it either nor was she expecting to be offered a meal by the very person who came to tell her that she was on his property.
“No food allergies. Are you sure? Oh, I don’t think you gave me your name.” She recalled, no, he had not, she knew she wasn’t good with names but she felt she wouldn’t forget his. His thumb pressed into the soft flesh of the back of her hand slightly, feeling it bounce.
“My name is Javier Gutiérrez. Please call me Javi mi diosa.” In his excitement upon meeting her, he left his name out, thinking it not at all important when speaking to the crimson and caramel clad beauty before him. 
“Javier…Javi. Okay, I got it.” Abigail muttered to herself, though Javi overheard and was delighted. “Lunch sounds delightful. I’m not hungry now, but I will be in a bit.” She explained, Javier released her hand and sped toward his expansive home yelling, 
“I’ll be right back señorita Abigail! Do not spirit away anywhere!” Javier yelled kicking up sand as he ran toward his home. He informed his chef to prepare lunch for two along with a little something for dessert, whatever he had around. It dawned on Javier that his guest may not want to eat in her bathing suit. His golf cart could take her back to the hotel and bring her back for lunch. He informed one of the maids to prepare a room for her and to leave for the day. Maybe she would stay, maybe not, but he would be prepared either way. Javier wondered what movies Abigail may want to watch, everyone has at least one favorite move, what was hers? He grabbed a white button up shirt and threw it on quickly, not bothering to close it up. If she wanted to freshen up, she’d likely want to do so where had her clothes. Javier also reasoned that at least having a shirt would be better than showing up to the resort in just a speedo.
Abigail stood looking over the water after folding her beach chair and towel. The cerulean waves crashed along the shore and she had a serene smile on her face. It truly was beautifully breathtaking. She didn’t hear the jovial man’s steps behind her, a strong gust of wind blew her hat and it started to get away. Javier stretched and grabbed the brim of the hat, he pulled it to his toned chest and held it until the wind calmed. A beaming smile was across his face as he stepped in front of Abigail.
“Perdón (excuse me) Señorita Abigail. Tu sombrero está a salvo. (Your hat is safe).” Javi stretched out his arms and raised them, placing the hat on her head and tipping it up at an angle so her face was fully visible. 
“Gracias (Thank you) Javier.” Abigail smiled shyly, placing her hand over Javi’s on her hat. They were warm from the sunlight, he brought a hand to her face to cup it, but let it hover.
“Is it alright if I touch your face Señorita Abigail?” Javier questioned softly, she nodded and dropped her hands, letting them rest at her sides.
“Only if you call me Abigail or Abby rather. Señorita is a bit too formal.” A smile graces her face as his sun-kissed hand cupped her face with his thumb outlining her soft cheek. She couldn’t resist reaching for the hand still at his side and holding it. The moment appeared surreal as they stood, the crashing of the waves behind them, with another soft breeze in the air.
“Señ- Abby, did you want to come to lunch as you are now? Or travel back to your hotel to change. I find myself fine with either option you choose.” The chocolate haired man explained, leaving Abigail to decide. It would be best to freshen up before going to his home which looked to be enormous. A squeeze of his hand and a nod confirmed that she heard him. 
“I’ll go and freshen up before our meal. I shouldn’t be long Javier.” Her voice was calm as he led her to his golf cart. She was curious why he was leading her to the golf cart, but he quickly explained that he would drive her to her resort, help her unload her beach belongings. Javier joked that he came prepared with his shirt which made her chuckle as he carried her bag and chair despite her instance that she could carry one of them but he refused to let her as he put them in the golf cart. 
Together, they made the short drive to her resort where Javier suggested that Abby should have his number to be able to text him and let him know when she was ready for him to pick her up for lunch. Had he not had such a warm smile and gentle touch, Abigail would have said no. Javier, however, had walked her to her room on the fourth floor of the resort and his hand touched the middle of her back as they walked inside and spoke briefly about what she had seen on the island already and still wanted to see. She ended up watching him as he left her room and made his way down the hallway, waving to her as the elevator doors closed.
“Hasta leugo mi diosa (See you later my goddess).”
Part Two
Peeps who got lost and found that speedo 😎: @innerpersonunknown @trulybetty @tinytinymenace @maggiemayhemnj @megamindsecretlair @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @grogusmum @secretelephanttattoo @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @morallyinept @lady-bess @readingiskeepingmegoing @missladym1981 @avastrasposts @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @gasolinerainbowpuddles @i-own-loki
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gagmewitha-spork · 1 year
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Terrified (Patri Guijarro x reader)
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Warnings: a few swear words here and there, a little angsty
Description: reader is terrified of losing themselves if they fall too hard for Patri. Patri is convinced reader is going to break up with her.
Notes: it’s been a while since I uploaded so sorry for that, I’ve got a couple of requested fics almost finished, most specifically an Athenea one that was requested weeks ago, that should be out hopefully either over the weekend or early next week.
Word count: 2217
Your relationship with Patri was slow moving. The two of you had decided to keep it that way because everything had started so quickly between you. You had gone from being good friends, to all of a sudden spending all your time together. Neither of you were particularly ready for a serious relationship, so you had mutually agreed to keep things light hearted and easy, both for your sakes and the sakes of your teammates, who would have to suffer the awkwardness if it didn’t work out between the two of you.
You were about 2 months in now and as far as you were concerned, everything was absolutely fine as it was. You would often hang out at her apartment, which she shared with Claudia Pina, it was closest to the Barca training facility, as well as being closer to some of the better bars and restaurants in Barcelona, so it just made sense. Patri had suggested several times that the two of you should go to your place, maybe you could cook for her? Or you could have a movie night just the two of you? But every time you had quickly formed an excuse to just use her apartment instead.
You couldn’t explain why, but the thought of her coming over to your place made a chill move up your spine, like it was the last thing you had left of your independence. Your parents had raised you to be extremely independent, your mother even admits that maybe they had made you too much so. You enjoyed having your own space, having alone time. Patri knew this of course, everyone who knew you, knew how fiercely independent you were, but she didn’t understand why you wouldn’t invite her to your home.
The two of you had been tiptoeing around her apartment, trying to find moments where you could be intimate without disturbing her roommate for weeks now. This didn’t mean that you hadn’t ever found a moment, but it did mean that there was always the threat of getting caught, or having to keep the volume down, and of course having to deal with the teasing from her roommate when she had managed to hear a little too much from Patri’s bedroom.
She had begun to question whether you actually wanted to be with her still, though had quickly shut down the thoughts, because other than the lack of invite to your apartment, there was nothing else that suggested that you weren’t still into her. But the thought continued to niggle at the back of her mind none the less.
The truth is you were just terrified of how fast you were seriously falling for the Majorcan girl. You were terrified that if you allowed her into your space you would fall so far that you might lose yourself and your independence.
She had been pushing you a little harder the last few days, suggesting more and more often that the two of you should go to your place instead of hers. You were beginning to run out of excuses, or maybe she was getting better and better at suggesting it in ways that gave you little room to make one. Either way, she was persistent and you knew something would have to give sooner or later.
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You were currently in the club locker room, changing into some cooler training gear as the day was warmer than you had expected, when you feel a pair of arms wind themselves around you waist from behind.
“Buenos días”, Patri quietly says into your ear, placing a kiss on your neck just below it. You can’t help the smile that forms over your face at her affection as you continue to sort through your training gear trying to find the top you were looking for, “I was thinking I could maybe come round to yours tonight?”, she suggested, instantly making the smile on your face drop and your body tense as your mind immediately raced for yet another excuse as to why she couldn’t, “you keep saying you’re going to make me your famous pasta”, you stop her from continuing any further by pulling out of her arms and busing yourself by pulling your training top over your head.
“Um, yeah maybe”, you said as your mind raced for an excuse. Patri could tell you were trying to form one, but didn’t say anything, instead just watching as you avoided looking her in the eye as you turned her down for the umpteenth time, “I might-“, you start but are cut off yourself as the door to the dressing room is thrown open.
“Vamos girls”, Irene calls, gesturing for everyone in there to get out to the pitch. You quickly grab your boots and run out the door after her, not giving Patri a chance to say anything further. Her shoulders deflated slightly as she watched you basically run away from her, and she sighed before grabbing her own boots and following behind with everyone else.
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Training had just finished for the day and and you had made your way back to collect your things as quickly as possible. You had noticed that Patri was talking with a few of the coaches and Alexia, so hoped you could slip away without her seeing, that way you could avoid the disappointment on her face as you hit her with your pathetic excuse to why she wouldn’t be able to go to your place that night.
Of course you had no such luck though, because as you gathered your stuff, she made her way back into the locker room and to her locker, which just so happened to be right next to yours. She didn’t say anything to you however, instead engaging in conversation with Aitana, who’s locker was also right by yours. You assumed maybe she had forgotten your earlier conversation, and took the opportunity to try and leave without her noticing.
But again, no such luck. You had barely made it out of the door before Patri was racing out after you, grabbing your arm and pulling you to a stop. Having only managed to remove one of her boots, she now stood in front of you hopping around as she pulled the other off.
“I thought I was coming round to your place tonight?”, she asked as she caught her balance and gestured around with the shoe she now held in her hand.
“Oh right yeah um…”, you started, trying to sound as casual as possible, “I actually had something come up”, you paused, hand rubbing the back of your neck. Her shoulders slumped and your heart broke at the sadness that now settled in her eyes, “a photoshoot, I forgot we had plans”, you lied, god you hate yourself sometimes, “I mean, I didn’t totally forget, I just, I thought I could do the shoot then maybe come round to yours after instead?”, you suggested.
“Oh, right, yeah, okay”, she gestured around again with the shoe, fiddling with it as a distraction, “sorry I shouldn’t have assumed, I guess we didn’t really properly agree to it earlier”.
“It’s fine, it um, it shouldn’t take too long so…yeah…”, you trailed off, she wouldn’t look at you now, instead finding her shoe far more fascinating, “I can pick up the ingredients to the pasta on the way over if you want?”
“No it’s fine, I’ll get something with Claudia on the way home”, she mumbled in reply to your suggestion.
“Okay well, I’ll see you later?”.
“Yeah, see you”, she said and turned back, disappearing through the door you had both emerged from not too long before.
You watched the door for a second before heading out to your car and driving home. Once there you sat for a while, wondering how long you should leave it until you headed over to Patri’s apartment.
Yours was deathly silent, normally you would have music playing as background noise, but right now you could hear a pin drop. You hated how empty it felt. Why couldn’t you just open yourself up to her? What was wrong with you? What had happened that had made it so difficult for you to open yourself up to someone? Nothing, nothing had happened, that’s just how you were and you decided right then, that you were going to change that.
Throwing on a jacket, you grabbed your keys before practically running out to your car and driving over to Patri’s apartment. You knew the code to the building and sprinted up the stairs as quickly as possible, then knocked on the door as soon as you arrived, not hesitating.
“That was a quick photoshoot”, Patri deadpanned as she opened the door.
“Yeah um”, you mumbled, all you’re nerves hitting you at once now you stood in front of her. Your hand rubbed at the base of your neck again, a nervous habit, “it was, I didn’t, ah fuck, I lied I didn’t actually have a shoot”, you finally admitted after stuttering over what to say.
“Yeah no shit”.
“Look I-“, you start but are quickly cut off.
“If you’re going to break up with me just get on with it will you”, she said, her voice sharp as a knife. Of course it was at this moment that one of her neighbours had chosen to leave their apartment. The three of you made awkward eye contact before they scurried away.
“I don’t want to break up with you”, you stated, “please can I just come in so I can explain myself without all of your neighbours listening?”, you begged her.
She didn’t say anything, but opened the door wider to allow you in.
“Where Claudia?”, you questioned when you didn’t see or hear the younger girl anywhere.
“Out”, Patri said, her replies were short, she was done with your shit.
“I’m sorry okay?”, you started, Patri’s eyebrow barely twitched at your bathetic excuse for an apology, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me”, you continued, hands flying as you started to pace and attempted to explain everything to her, “I really like you, but every time you suggest coming over to mine, I get this weird feeling like you’re going to turn my whole life upside down and leave me ruined”, you explained, “but today, I don’t know, I just felt so guilty and I went home and it just felt so empty and quiet, and all I could imagine was that if you were there it wouldn’t be like that”, you stopped your pacing and took a step closer to Patri, “I’m so sorry, I’ve just been so scared and I know we said we would take things slow but I think I might actually be falling in love with you and that is so fucking terrifying”, you stop suddenly, realising what you had said.
After a long silence Patri finally speaks up, and you release a breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding, “you’re such an idiot”, she says.
“What?”, you’re taken aback a little by her statement.
“What? Do you think I’ve been trying to invite myself around to your place so I can disrupt your life and then dump you?”, she questions, laughing to herself a little, “believe it or not but I actually really like you too”, she says, “I’ve been falling for you since the moment you said yes to being my girlfriend”, she steps closer to you, placing her hands on either side of your face.
“So”, you clear you throat, “do you maybe want to come round to mine tonight?”, you finally ask her.
“I thought you’d never ask”, she smiled, then closed the ever diminishing gap between your lips.
Your hands gripped her waist as tight as possible, like you were afraid she might slip away, as your lips moved together in sink. You tilted you head to the side slightly, allowing better access as her tongue slid over your bottom lip. Your fingers teased at the hem of her T-shirt, lifting it ever so slightly so your fingertips came into contact with bare skin.
Suddenly, the door behind you swung open violently, “you owe me ten-“, Claudia cuts herself off as yourself and Patri jump away from each other, “please don’t have sex in the kitchen again”, the younger player whined, dropping the bags of food to the floor.
“That was one time and we didn’t even-“, your girlfriend started to explain.
“I don’t need the details”, Claudia held her hand up to stop her roommate from explaining any further, “I take it you made up then?”.
“Yeah we were actually going to head over to y/n’s place for the night”, Patri trailed off, glancing at the bags of food in the floor, “sorry…”.
“You still owe me 10€”, Claudia deadpanned, picking up the bags and taking them to the kitchen, “have fun!”, she called as the two of you made your way out of the door she had just entered through.
“I’ll give you an extra five if you can bring my training kit in tomorrow?”, Patri asks as she leans back through the doorway briefly.
“Fine”, her roommate agrees, before you pull her down the corridor and out to your car.
What on earth had you been so worried about?
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John Singer Sargent - Majorcan Fisherman (1908)
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eky11 · 5 months
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Get Majorcan, idiot
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jørn utzon's can lis family house from the 70s in mallorca
after late architect jørn utzon resigned from the sydney opera project in 1966, he decided to settle on the balearic island of mallorca, where in 1972 he built can lis, a house for himself, his wife, lis, and their son kim
singled out as one of the most important houses of the 20th century, the residence reinterprets traditional mallorcan building methods, and incorporates local materials such as marés sandstone on its outer walls and columns, santanyi sandstone on its floors, interior walls and kitchen worktops, and madera norte, a majorcan pine, for all the woodwork
can lis was restored and transformed into a contemporary artist's refuge in autumn 2011 by the utzon foundation and architect lise juel, who had previously collaborated with jørn utzon on the utzon center building in aalborg, denmark
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Hey!! 5 different maps/map locations/styles for the ask game please!
THIS IS SO HARD OH MY GOD!!!! I'm sorry but I gotta go full nerd on this and it will be a long ass answer so i'm gonna put it bellow the cut
1. I REALLY love the Majorcan school of cartography, specially The Catalan Atlas because it incorporate lots of lines and iconography into the atlases, like it's pretty remarkable and they had such a big influence on medieval maps, its pure art
2. da Vinci's really accurate map of Imola, this dude was so crazy and genious that he drew a map with sattelite levels of accuracy and precision, it's so isane you can actually use it even today to navigate the city???? mindblowing!!!
3. I really love the comparative maps of river lengths and moutain heights, it also makes me giggle how precise they were with lots of rivers and they absolutelly got it SO wrong with the Amazon River
4. Miller Atlas because I'm so emotionaly attached to this map, but it is also because it is so rich, beautiful and actually tells us a story (like most maps), but this particular one tells a tale about a specific point of view of this group of people at the same time its sad prelude to what would come next in terms of colonization and stuff, also it's a good example of how the Majorcan School was so important in terms of style
5. The Great Polish Map of Scotland because it's so fucking random like can you imagine the insane work this guy did???? I love how different it is and I'm a slut for relief maps, specially in phisical forms
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asitrita · 1 year
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Spain’s fauna IV
Laurel pigeon / Paloma rabiche:
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Majorcan midwife toad / Sapillo balear:
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Mediterranean house gecko /  Salamanquesa rosada:
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Montseny brook newt / Tritón del Montseny:
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Old World flamingo (Greater Flamingo) / Flamenco:
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Pyrenean chamois /  Rebeco pirenaico o sarrio:
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Pyrenean desman / Desmán ibérico:
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Red fox / Zorro:
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cupofmeat · 2 years
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"Majorcan Courtyard", Wayne Pate. Charcoal and acrylic on laid paper.
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Love Island Blurb
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A/N: Here's a super quick piece I wrote for the Love Island episode tonight. I wrote it in about half an hour so it's rushed and definitely not the best ever so please be kind, lol. Word Count: 1024
The sun hadn’t even set by the time you were getting ready to relax in the living room so you took it upon yourself to draw the floor to ceiling curtains to shut out as much light as you physically could. It was then dark enough that you needed to turn a lamp on so you suggested Taron turn on the blue ‘Troubadour’ neon sign in the kitchen while you popped on the lamp in the far corner of the living room. When you were satisfied with the lighting of the room, you nestled yourself on the sofa and grabbed the blanket that was draped over the back of it to get as cosy as physically possible. 
‘Babe, I forgot the crisps on the island,’ you exclaimed from where you’d situated yourself, looking over to where he was and the crisps that sat on the island in front of him. ‘Could you possibly bring them over with you? Unless it would be too hard with the wine glasses. I can grab them if needs be.’ 
Taron turned to you with an amused grin, topping off the glasses in front of him with the remnants of the bottle of red he’d opened at dinner, tutting playfully. With the wine glasses full, he dropped the wine bottle into the recycling bin and balanced the glasses in one hand, holding one between his forefinger and middle finger and the other between his ring finger and pinky. He skillfully held them tight as he bent down to grab the crisps. 
You gently took the glasses from his hand when he got to you and you saw his hand shaking, earning a smile.
‘Thank you, gorgeous,’ he mumbled, putting the bowl of savoury snacks in the spot that was empty on the coffee table. ‘We’ve got a good selection going.’ 
You passed his glass of wine to him, watching him lift it to his lips and take a sip. The liquid tinted his lips a deep raspberry and you leaned forward to kiss them, holding the back of his head firmly to keep him in place. With his own hand on your neck, he tilted you back to pass his tongue into your mouth, swiping it against yours deliciously and pulling a drawn out moan from the back of your throat. 
His lips moved with yours before he dragged them down your jaw and to your neck, nuzzling his face into it. His warm breath was a contrast to your cool skin and it sent shivers down the length of your back and to the top of your arms. He continued to press kisses against your skin until your eyes fell shut at the touch and your head fell back, giving him full access to your neck. 
‘Babe,’ you whimpered, desperate to pull him into you but only having one free hand. ‘Babe, don’t get me started right now. I’ll not be able to stop.’ 
His laugh vibrated against you, and he pressed one more kiss to you before he pulled away, kissing your lips again. ‘I’m sorry. Thank you for making the snacks.’ 
‘Thank you for making dinner,’ you countered, nestling into the corner of the sofa again and pulling the blanket around you tighter. 
When you finally took a sip of your wine, you took a deep breath, licking a drop from your lip with a chuckle. The adverts before Love Island started were playing and you were excited for yet another season of love in the Majorcan sun. 
It wasn’t every year that Taron was home to watch the first episode. Sometimes he was travelling for work and you either had to watch it with him on Facetime or wait until he was home. Neither of them were necessarily great and you hated when you couldn’t be together to watch it as it aired live. Taron was just as excited, grabbing one of the plates that you’d put out and filling it with snacks for you to eat. 
‘Thank you,’ you whispered when he passed you the plate, a little bit of everything in perfect order waiting for you to eat. ‘Do we have more wine at all? I feel like we’re going to want another one at some point.’ 
‘There are two more bottles in the fridge,’ he said as he grabbed himself more snacks. ‘I put them in there this morning so that they would be nice and chilled for us. I’ll get us another glass when the first advert comes on.’ 
You nodded with a grin, finally hearing the theme music you’d waited a year to hear again. Taron smushed himself into the sofa, resting his hand on your thigh and rubbing it with his thumb softly. He didn’t need to say anything for you to know what he was thinking. He was just as grateful to be there with you, and he couldn’t wait to spend most of his nights with you on the sofa doing absolutely nothing. 
Watching Love Island allowed Taron to leave his work behind and be a normal guy, watching trashy TV with his girlfriend and trying to figure out who was going to couple up and who was going to leave. He would, no doubt, start to pick up the slang that the guys were using to reference sex and you weirdly couldn’t wait. It was cheesy but adorable all at the same time. 
‘You know, all that’s missing is a greasy pizza,’ he chuckled, ignoring the promo video that was playing. 
‘Oh yeah,’ you chuckled, ‘because that’s just what we need while we’re watching a bunch of insanely fit people swanning around a villa in their swimwear. That’ll make us feel great.’ 
He turned to you with a serious look. ‘You know what would make us feel great? Sex before bed.’ 
He laughed loudly, enjoying your eye roll. ‘Sex before bed, eh? I guess we can make that work. But only if-’ 
‘Oh yeah, I’m talking starter, main and dessert.’ 
You scoffed a laugh. ‘You’re absolutely insane. Now come on, it’s starting properly and I want to guess who is going to couple up with who.’ 
Come chat to me!
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rafaelnadalfans · 11 months
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Rafael Nadal's father-in-law passes away
Miquel Perelló Mas, father of Maria Francisca Perelló and father-in-law of Rafa Nadal, passed away Thursday at the age of 63 after a long illness. The news was reported by the Spanish newspaper Ultima hora. On Friday, the close environment of the Majorcan construction businessman will say goodbye to him in Manacor. The man had always opted for discretion and was not known for courting media…
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wordsbyhisheart · 2 years
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Allah referred to our Beloved Prophet ﷺ in the Old Testament as “Muhammad” and in the New Testament as “Ahmad”.
The word which translates to Ahmad in the Gospel is Paraclete.
The translators of the Bible have repeatedly attempted to hide this reality.
However, there are always some sincere seekers of truth who discover that the meaning of the Greek word Paraclete is Ahmad (The Most Praised One); which is one of the names of our Beloved Prophet ﷺ.
It was this discovery that led Anselm Turmeda, a 14th-15th century Majorcan Spanish priest to leave Christianity in search of the religion of Ahmad.
This moving story of Anselm is a testament to the fact that a sincere and deep look into the Bible is bound to lead a person to the recognition that the same God who revealed the Gospels to Jesus and the Torah to Moses, revealed the Qur’an to Muhammad ﷺ.
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semtituloh · 1 year
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Via Men in Visual Art - Painting and Sculpture. Alexander Serebrenik:
Roberto Montenegro (1887 - 1968, Mexican). Majorcan Fisherman, circa 1915, oil on canvas. 1000 × 997 mm. Museo Nacional de Arte, Mexico City.
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