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Holi alguien para hablar de cosas similares a la que ponga en los hashtags:'v?
Nesecito hablar con alguien :'v
#boku no hero art#horror#horror games#yandere#skullgirls#roblox#historias de miedo#casos#lookism#the hill house#the bly manor#hilda#(des)encanto#ok.ko let's be heroes#dont hug me i’m scared fanart#trabajo incognito#el club de princesas#fnaf#helluva boss
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Hoy desperté en mí cama, y fue algo curioso, y es que desperté con una princesa.
Acostumbré a los 21 años de mí vida a despertar solo y es que abrir los ojos y ver descansar a una princesa a mí lado fue algo inesperado... Se que tal vez debi esperarlo, ya que la noche pasada goze de su compañía.
La verdad es que todas las risas que me regaló, las caricias, los besos, sentir su respiración en mí cuello y todo el amor que ella tiene para dar pareciese de película y por lo mismo creí que sólo estaba soñando; que al caer rendidos en mí cama y entrar en el sueño despertaría en mí realidad con nadie a mi lado... Pero no, desperté con esa princesa, estaba despeinada y desalineada, también desmaquillada y ella se seguía viendose hermosa; y la cosa es que uno diría que las princesas son solo de películas animadas porque las representan perfectas, pero ella no estaba maquillada, ni tenía pestañas postizas, tampoco uñas, su ceja estaba al natural y sus labios eran rosa pastel y ella seguía siendo hermosa.
Seguía creyendo que era de película porque ella en situaciones se arregla el cabello, se pone su perfume y se maquilla y se pone su ropa que la hace lucir a un más hermosa, en otras ocasiones la ví desalineada y despeinada, sin nada de maquillaje y con mí ropa puesta y nunca dejo de lucir hermosa.
Por lo mismo tuve miedo de confesarle mí amor, y por eso mismo por esté medió en un poema que pensé mientras te miraba dormida pienso hacerle un favor a mí "yo" de el día de mañana, no te preocupes amigo, la observé descansando en mi pecho y le acaricie el cabello antes de caer dormido y pensé ésto que estás escribiendo hoy y comprendimos lo que sentimos y queremos con ella.
Quiero pedirte que me permitas ser tú príncipe
#el club de los incomprendidos#pensamientos#frases de la vida#escritos#sentimientos#notas de un poeta#una carta para mí futura novia#confesion de amor#confesiones#dulce princesa#quieres ser mí novia
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Jaja, que genial es abbi :3
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Lanzamiento número 20 de Spirited Away en EE. UU.: Revisitando la obra de Miyazaki
Lanzamiento número 20 de Spirited Away en EE. UU.: Revisitando la obra de Miyazaki
Chihiro y Sin rostro en El viaje de Chihiro Foto: 2001 Studio Ghibli – NDDTM (imágenes falsas)
Hay un momento temprano en Hecho desaparecer eso se queda conmigo después de innumerables visitas y muchos años. Chihiro, la valiente protagonista de 10 años con cola de caballo, se derrumba junto a un río después de perder a sus padres, y el mundo humano que reconoce, en una casa de baños para los…
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#akira kurosawa#Chihiro#cultura#Disney+#El Castillo De Cagliostro#el club av#el festival de cine de tokio#El viento aumenta#Entretenimiento#estudio ghibli#guerreros del viento#harvey weinstein#Hayao Miyazaki#hbo#Hecho desaparecer#Juan Lasseter#La princesa Mononoke#los oscar#Nausicaä del Valle del Viento#Óscar#Películas#películas en japonés#Shiro Yoshioka#susana napier#Susuwatari#Tasha Robinson#topcraft#trabajos creativos
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Alexia fic reader and her are married and R is pregnant and is going through pregnancy and Alexia cares for her
❄︎ La Princesa ❄︎
Alexia's favourite girls series
Your little family grows
You had always wanted to start a family, it was a dream of yours since you were old enough to understand. This dream only heightened after you met the love of your life.
You and Alexia met at a club in Ibiza, the Spanish girl knocking your drink all over you as she tried to make her way through the crowd.
With a million apologies and an offer to buy you another, the both of you ended up staying with each other the whole night.
It’s been a few years since that first encounter and you and Alexia have had a successful and extremely happy relationship. It was tricky bringing up kids with her career, you didn’t want to scare her away but you had always believed that communication was key in a relationship.
After she came home from one of her many training sessions you decided to bite the bullet, to your surprise Alexia had already assumed the two of you were going to be having kids stating that she has always wanted one or two of her own.
She proposed a few months after that conversation and you now have been happily married for two years. You had been trying to get pregnant for a few months now, excitement was quickly being replaced with frustration at the many failed attempts.
Things haven’t been easy since Alexia’s injury, after months of arguing it seemed like things were finally settling down as Alexia learned to accept her injury and started to focus more on her family.
That’s how you find yourself here, patiently waiting for Alexia to get back from her physio appointment. You have to stop yourself from pacing a hole through the kitchen as the excitement bubbles up inside you.
Alexia should be home any minute, you hope that the appointment went well, knowing how any set back could put your persistent wife in a grumpy mood.
You don’t even hear the keys in the door as your mind races with endless thoughts. “Hola, hermosa.” A tired voice startles you out of your head as Alexia makes her way over to the fridge.
“How was your appointment?” You ask, not being able to tell how your wife was feeling, You watch as the midfielder shrugs her shoulders, “El mismo de siempre (Same old, same old).”
She slightly limps over to where you are nervously standing and leaves a sweet kiss to your forehead frowning once she sees your shaking hands.
“What’s wrong, Mi amor?” Alexia grabs your hands as she looks down at you with worried eyes. Not wanting your wife getting too worried you grab the test from your back pocket slowly handing it to Alexia.
Alexia stares at the test while you wait in anticipation, “Is this real?” She asks in awe at the test in her hand, “No.” you smile as tears make their way down your face.
She scoffs at your obvious sarcasm before looking back down at the test as if it will suddenly vanish. You watch your normally inexpressive wife tear up before she suddenly lifts you up, “Ay dios mio!”
You laugh as Alexia spins you around before remembering her injury, “Alexia, your knee!” You quickly try to get out of her grasp as she holds you even tighter, “I don’t care! We are having a baby!”
You wrap your arms around her broad shoulders as she finally places you back down. Before you can say anything else she’s pulling you into a deep kiss, hoping the kiss conveys all the emotions she’s feeling.
You gently push her away quickly cupping her face as you wipe away the lingering tears. She presses her forehead against yours as her hands creep under your shirt pressing softly against your stomach, “Te amo mucho.”
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The first trimester was the worst, you never thought you’d be grateful for your wife’s injury but having her there through your morning sickness was everything you could have asked for.
Countless mornings of waking up and getting sick had started taking a toll on your body. Without fail she would be there holding your hair and placing a soothing hand on your back while whispering how much she loves you.
One particularly bad morning had you running for the bathroom at an ungodly hour, you didn’t expect Alexia to hear you as her medication for her knee normally knocked her out.
So it’s not really your fault when you startle from a touch on your back, “Lo siento (sorry),”you immediately relax after feeling her familiar hands running down your back soothingly, before you can respond the pain in your stomach intensifies as you shove your head back into the toilet bowl.
You hear Alexia wince as you empty the contents of your stomach, you go to slap her shoulder before giving up and slumping against her steady figure.
She brushes your sweaty hair out of your eyes as she pulls you closer, almost cradling you to her chest, “You did this to me.” You playfully accuse as she kisses your cheek while laughing softly.
“Técnicamente (Technically) it was an injection.” She trails off as you throw a glare her way, “Don’t be smart with me while I’m carrying your child.” You argue back fondly as you cuddle closer to her.
She holds you on the bathroom floor trying to provide as much comfort as she can while you’re feeling miserable. Although she knows you're in pain she can’t help but smile knowing that she’s one step closer to meeting your baby.
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The second trimester was a lot more exciting for you and Alexia, the morning sickness was gone and you were starting to show.
Although you enjoyed the intimacy of being private with your pregnancy you both knew that people would notice that you’ve gained weight, especially with Alexia’s expected return in the upcoming weeks.
You decided to invite Eli and Alba over for dinner so you could tell them together, you knew that Alba would freak if she wasn’t the first to know.
You are currently running around the kitchen trying to make sure that nothing burns as Alexia unhelpfully watches from where she’s sitting at the counter.
“Do you wanna help?” Alexia pretends to think about it for a moment as you expectantly stare at her, “mhm, not really.” You roll your eyes fondly at your wife as she chuckles before getting up and setting the table.
You can’t help the smile that lights up your face when you feel her hands softly hold your stomach as she brushes her lips across your neck. You lean your head back against her shoulder as she gently sways the both of you to the music coming from the radio.
“Eres tan perfecta (You are so perfect),” You kiss her cheek at her melting comment, she knows you have been struggling accepting the weight that the pregnancy brings on.
She promised herself that she would never let you forget how beautiful you are after catching you staring unhappily at yourself in the mirror.
“I have stretch marks now,” You answered when she asked you what the matter was. She cupped your cheeks softly before kissing every inch of your face, “And they look so beautiful on you, Cariño.” She said, kissing you with every word.
And she hasn’t failed on that promise, it felt like every second of the day she reminded you just how gorgeous you were and how she couldn’t be more grateful to you.
A knock on the door brought Alexia out of her daydream as she left you with another kiss to the temple. Opening the door she was greeted with her sister's smiling face, “Hola, hermana! Ha sido tan largo (It’s been too long).” Alexia relished in her younger sister's arms before gratefully accepting the bottle of your favourite wine.
“Te hablé ayer (I spoke to you yesterday).” Alexia spoke while Alba rolled her eyes at her sister, “No quise decir que eres estúpido, me refiero a tu increíble esposa (I didn’t mean you stupid, I was referring to your amazing wife).”
Turning the stove off, you rushed to hug your sister in law who you have always been close with. “Mi chica, you are glowing.” You blushed as Alba kissed both your cheeks, you caught you wife’s eye over her sisters shoulder smiling at Alexia’s pure joy at the prospect of telling her family.
“¿Donde esta mama?” Alexia asks as she peers out the door, “Estoy aquí, Mi hija! (I’m right here, my daughter)”
You watch as Eli wraps her arms around her eldest daughter kissing her head as she does so, “Ahora, ¿Dónde está esa hermosa chica mía? (Now where is that gorgeous girl of mine.)”
You greet your mother in law as she quickly thrusts flowers into your hands and you thank her as you lead them to the kitchen.
After you all had finished eating you knew it was time to tell them, you were slightly nervous not at the thought of them not supporting it but of breaking your bubble that you and Alexia had been living in the past months.
You caught your wife’s eye seeing that she was thinking the exact same thing. Alexia grabbed your hand and brought it up to her lips.
“Mama, Albs, We have something to tell you.” You moved closer to your wife as she handed a small picture to the two women. You held your breath as you watched Alba’s face contort in confusion until realisation finally hit her.
“No! No! Ay dios mio!” Alba screamed as she stood up from her chair, hand coming to cover her mouth in shock. She flung herself at her younger sister, “Voy a ser tia! (I am going to be an aunt)”
You watch the two sisters embrace before it’s you being crushed in a hug by the younger girl, “Fácil con ella, Alba! (Easy with her, Alba!)” You hear your wife sternly tell off her sister as Alba lets you go with a sheepish grin.
Eli tries to contain her tears but as she stares at the picture of her grandchild she can’t contain her excitement as they fall down her face.
“I could not be more happy for you, I truly mean that.” Your mother in law says as she pulls the both of you into a hug.
“I can’t believe you knocked her up, hermana!” You try to hide the laugh bubbling up Alba’s comment but can’t when you witness Eli smacking the back of her neck.
You watch on as the three women you’ve grown to absolutely adore chat excitedly about what is to come.
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Telling Alexia’s teammates was a lot easier, you knew that the girls would tease their captain endlessly about her real motherhood. You haven’t been around the team as often as you normally would be due to not wanting to spoil the surprise and also not being able to keep up with them in your current state.
You have gotten countless texts from the two youngest, Jana and Claudia. They have been blowing up the group chat ever since you graciously declined to go out a few weeks ago.
Alexia met you outside Barcelona’s training facility, you were now 5 months and your bump was a bit more noticeable than when you told your family, you had thrown on one of Alexia’s oversized jumpers before you left the flat.
Since then you’d found out that you and Alexia were having a little girl, this only added to your wife’s excitement as she had always wanted to have a daughter not that it mattered though.
Alexia kissed you softly, “Hola, Mi amor.” Her hands found their usual place on your hips before she quickly bent over to kiss your stomach, “Hola, pequeña. (Hi, little one).” You can’t help but melt at your wife’s new habit of talking to your baby.
You gently comb through her messy blonde hair as she stands to give you another kiss before grabbing your hand and leading you into the building.
“Did you get it, hermosa?” Your wife asks as you walk through the hall, you hold the plastic bag up to show her as she eagerly grabs it wanting to get a look at your newest purchase.
“Is it okay?” You ask as she nods her head swallowing the lump in her throat as she tries to keep it together before you tell the team.
“Es perfecta. (It’s perfect)” She whispers as you pull her into a tight hug, arms locking around her shoulders as you kiss her neck sweetly letting her compose herself.
“Estas lista? (Are you ready?)” Alexia nods her head a smile gracing her perfect features as her arm wraps protectively around your waist. You hear the girls before you see them, their constant energy always baffles you especially in your recent state.
Jana is the first to spot the two of you as she nearly falls off the bench she was standing on, no doubt creating some sort of trouble with her other half.
“(Y/N/N)! You are here!” Her abrupt shout of your name causes the team to look your way, each one of them delighted to see you. Before Jana can pounce on you like she normally does Alexia intercepts and picks up the younger girl showering her in kisses which was strange from the normally serious Captain.
Jana didn’t complain though, she loved the attention Alexia would give her. That didn’t stop Pina from nearly ploughing into you as you just about stopped you from bowling you over.
You gave her a timid hug not wanting to bring her closer in case she felt the bump, she noticed your lack of affection and pouted, “¿Donde has estado, reina? (Where have you been, queen?)” You shyly smile at the girl that you considered a daughter, “It’s a long story, bebita.” You affectionately cup her face giving her cheek a quick kiss.
After wrestling Alexia, Jana managed to finally get out of her strong hold, “I’ve missed you,” She whispers as she buries her face into your neck, you wrap your arms around the younger girl, “I’ve missed you too, so much!” You kiss her temple before giving her one last squeeze.
You greet the rest of the team that you considered family, Ingrid and Patri pull you in for a well needed hug after not seeing you for a while and your two favourite English women Lucy and Kiera catch you up on what you’ve been missing. Mapi kisses your cheek sweetly trying to fill you in all the chaos she’s caused since you last saw her.
After all the commotion dies down, Alexia moves back over towards you wrapping her arm around your waist protectively before getting everyone’s attention.
“Chicas! We have an announcement.” You lean against your wife as all the girls focus on the two of you, “We have a brand new singing!” All the girls looked around in confusion as the transfer window had shut months ago. You chuckled at Alexia’s teasing before pulling out the small jersey.
On the back of the jersey it had ‘La Princesa, 2023.’ You catch Ingrid’s eye as you hold your stomach making the bump more noticeable. The girls burst into celebrations, Mapi flings herself at her best friend taking her down as they land in a heap of limbs on the floor. All the girls quickly pile on your wife as you can’t help but let out a tearful laugh.
Kiera comes over to you first pulling you into a tight hug whispering her congratulations as you thank her. You try to wipe the tears but as more and more of the girls pull you close you can’t help but feel elated.
Mapi is absolutely ecstatic as she bounces around the room, “Can I name it!” You hear her say before your wife sternly corrects her, “She’s not an it, Idiota!”
Ingrid leans down to kisses your forehead in congratulations, “I have a feeling this baby is gonna have a lot of adoring aunts!” You smile at the taller girl looking around the room.
Your eyes drift to your wife as she cuddles the two younger girls close, smiles light up both their faces as they cling to their mentor. You slowly make your way over not wanting to burst their little bubble but as you wife’s eyes land on you she beckons you over.
You join the group hug wrapping your arms around Jana and Claudia, “Vas a ser madres! (You are gonna be mothers.)” You hear Jana sniffle softly as she pulls the three of you closer. “We already are, with you two.” Alexia tells them, you smile fondly at the little family you already have, the excitement rushes back at the thought of adding another one to the group.
“It would be so fun if you named the baby after me!” Mapi tries again, much to her girlfriend's embarrassment, “No it wouldn’t.” Alexia deadpans leaving the girls in hysterics.
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The third trimester came around, you were just 8 months and Alexia had been an absolute godsend. She waited on you hand and foot, constantly making sure you and her child were okay and reminding you that you were still the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen.
When your feet were sore and swollen, Alexia didn’t hesitate to rub them for you. She had kept up with your crazy food cravings and even endured them herself to make you feel less alone.
Your hormones had been up and down, you were either the happiest you’ve ever been or the grumpiest. Alexia had brought home the wrong brand of cereal and you nearly took her head off banishing her to the couch for the night until you got cold and forced her to come and cuddle you.
She had never complained once, always patient with you and you couldn’t be more grateful. You knew you could be a pain in the ass especially as you were coming towards the end of the pregnancy and all you wanted was the baby out of you.
After feeling the fifth kick to your ribs, you huff grumpily begging for your daughter to just settle down for a few hours. You had blamed Alexia for the constant kicking, complaining that because your wife played football that meant your daughter had obviously inherited it.
“Your child is kicking me, again!” You sigh as you glare at your innocent wife. She chuckles softly pulling you closer to her as you shift on her lap uncomfortably, “Oh, so now it’s my child.” You try to hide the small smile her comment brings, not wanting her to know that she succeeded in cheering you up.
Suddenly in a better mood you lean your body weight on your wife wanting her affection, Alexia happily meets the standard kissing your face. Little footsteps sound out through the flat and a fluffy face peers up at the two of you.
“Nala!” You shout in glee encouraging the dog to jump up and join the cuddle session. Once you have a comfortable grip on her she’s fast to fall asleep. “I hope the bebita like the dog, because the dog was here first.” You playfully roll your eyes at Alexia’s comment before turning your head to kiss her.
A few weeks go by, your cravings get weirder and your bump gets even bigger which you can not fathom. Alexia’s protectiveness reaches an all time high and she barely leaves you alone for two seconds not that you mind.
Each night before you go to bed Alexia has to have her one on one time with her little girl. Which is difficult considering her little girl is literally inside you but she insists that the baby need to hear her voice to recognise her.
She puts you on a firm speaking ban for ten minutes every single night as you listen to her talk about her day, she lies in between your legs and holds your stomach carefully as she whispers to your daughter as if they were sharing secrets.
One night she catches you by surprise as she starts softly singing to your belly, you can’t help but run your hands gently through her hair as she presses kiss after kiss to the bump. After her ten minutes pass and you can finally speak she leaves one last lingering kiss promising your baby girl that she will continue tomorrow.
You can’t contain the adoration for your wife as she gently pulls your sleeping shirt down, she quickly moves back up to get under the covers and face you. You cup her face bringing her in for a deep kiss, trying to convey all the love you have for the mother of your child.
She wastes no time with wrapping her arms around your body and bringing you closer to her, hands settling protectively on your belly.
“Te amo mucho, Mi amor. Thank you for giving me her.” She said it with such love and all you could do was kiss her again, wanting her to know that she’s the reason you're able to do this.
You never understood when people would say that having a baby makes you a family. You and Alexia had always been a family and now you were ready to grow that family day by day.
#alexia putellas#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas imagines#alexia putellas oneshot#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso imagines#barcelona femeni#woso one shot#woso community#woso fanfics#woso soccer#Alexia's favourite girls
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"Drac mort, roses de sang, el cavaller lluny, però el seu cor? El seu cor en la mà de la princesa on es va quedar fins l'últim estel es va desfer."
Dragon death, roses of blood, and the knight away, but his heart? His heart was in the hand of the princess where it stayed until the last kite melted.
And you have to go because they need you, yes, yes! But god, let me keep something of you, some dirt, some hair, some skin, something to bury when I'm older when you're gone.
Gone.
In Catalunya the 23 of April is "Sant Jordi" or Saint Gorge which is like our "Valentine's Day" where roses are gifted to loved ones (the knight gifting the rose to the princess as the legend says) and books. (since it's the date that Cervantes, Shakespeare and Inca Garcilaso de la Vega died.)
A book stand in la Rambla, Barcelona (photography by Jordi Borràs)
And it's one of my favourite festivities it's fun, it's silly, the children do Caramelles which it's a whole other dealt, but it's hilarious to do as a child and to look back as an adult.
Ball de Bastons de Canye, 2012 (photography by Nil Rider)
Els balls de bastons make me who I am and a dangerous child with two clubs and no fear of death.
ALSO THE SANT JORDI PA! HEAVEN! God, I love bread-
#legends of avantris#edge of midnight#lethica nightborne#marius renathyr#briggsy “the kutlass” kratch#yorgrim#farryn of the hartsblight#jericho sticks#virgil (raum)#ade#adela lord of druskenvald#philip lord of druskenvald#tw death#tw death mention#you thought i could go with marius for this one#nope i still miss my faun#im rambling about my culture again leave me-
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ei, aquela ali é EMILY ALYN LIND? não, é só STELLA, uma personagem CANON de THE WINX CLUB. ouvi dizer que ELA tem VINTE E UM ANOS, mora em aspen cove há TRÊS ANOS e é uma COSTUREIRA e ESTUDANTE DE MODA em PENINSULA COLLEGE. ela NÃO TEM suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dela ser um pouco ENTUSIASMADA e SEM FILTRO sempre que a vejo andando pela cidade.
Stella não se recorda de ser a Fada do Sol e muito menos de ser uma princesa, contudo coisas como “eu não deveria estar aqui” e “essa vida não me pertence” sempre permeiam seus pensamentos. Mas é claro que uma garota ambiciosa que sonha em viver e respirar o mundo da moda ia se sentir incomodada com a vida pacata numa cidadela como Aspen Cove; principalmente após ter saído de NY que é uma das principais capitais mundiais da moda.
Mesmo nessa vida falsa ela não tem muitas memórias dos pais, desde que os perdeu quando ainda era criança e cresceu sob os cuidados dos avós. Mudou-se para Aspen Cove com os dois aposentados pois eles queriam uma vida mais tranquila e acharam que a cidade seria uma boa ideia. Devido à mudança Stella acabou tendo que repetir o último ano do ensino médio, e hoje inicia seu segundo ano na faculdade de moda. Peninsula College não é a Parsons mas pelo menos ela se sente um pouco mais perto de realizar seu sonho.
Apesar de ter tido uma criação humilde sempre foi tratada como a princesa dos avós, por esse motivo ela se tornou um pouco mimada mas isso não a impede de ser uma ótima amiga e nem de ter uma personalidade alegre e otimista. Por ser um pouco alheia as vezes é vista como “sem noção” pelas pessoas, pois ela acaba falando e fazendo coisas que não deveria sem perceber.
É completamente obcecada por moda desde a infância, sonha em ter uma grande marca e atualmente trabalha como costureira por prazer e para juntar dinheiro pra investir em sua carreira.
O fato do ambiente da moda ser elitista a faz mentir na faculdade sobre sua origem humilde, por esse motivo as pessoas podem estranhar seu comportamento diferente quando está na presença de outros estudantes do Peninsula College.
#achq: intro#· ˚ ๑ ¸ ☀ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀﹕intro.#· ˚ ๑ ¸ ☀ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀﹕interactions.#· ˚ ๑ ¸ ☀ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀﹕visage.#· ˚ ๑ ¸ ☀ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀﹕musings.#· ˚ ๑ ¸ ☀ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀﹕extras.
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Pablo Gavi Imagine - Parking lot ( en espanol)
Pablo Gavi, Aparcamiento
Estaba en los camerinos, esperando a Pablo para recogerlo y volver a casa. El partido de esta noche se acabó con un empate contra el Athletic Club Bilbao. Fue un partido bastante equilibrado. Bilbao siempre fue un equipo difícil de jugar contra.
Estaba hablando con su hermana y el hermano de Pedri, Fernando cuando recibí un mensaje.
“Puedes bajar al coche. Llego en diez minutos”
Al ver el mensaje, comprendí que le pesaba el empate de hoy. El resultado no afectaba el liderazgo del Barça en la Liga, pero la diferencia de puntos entre ellos y el Real disminuia. Yo bien sabía que no iba a ser el más feliz cuando lo iba a encontrar en pocos minutos.
Jugó bien, hizo una asistencia para Ferran, pero sabía que no iba a celebrar un empate.
Tenía un carácter de lo más competitivo que le costaba peleas en la cancha, varias faltas y tarjetas amarillas. Cada vez que lo veía al suelo, no podía evitar estar estresada si le había ocurrido algo serio o que iba a ser expulsado por su exceso de compromiso en el juego.
Me despedí de mis amigos para bajar a recoger el coche y esperar a Pablo aca.
Todavía había aficionados en el aparcamiento, pero fui discreta para llegar a mi coche. No habíamos oficializado nada, porque pensamos que nuestra relación no le debería importar a otros, sino a nosotros y a nuestros parientes.
Fue Pedri quien lo llevó al estadio porque deberían llegar más temprano que nosotros los espectadores para el discurso del mister, el calentamiento y toda la preparación que se requiere para jugar un partido en el Camp Nou.
Entré en mi coche, y le avisé con un mensaje, pero sabía que no lo iba a leer porque lo vi en el aparcamiento llegando solito. Pero no fue tan solo porque fue seguido por aficionados que querían una foto o autógrafo en una camiseta. Me vio e intentó acelerar el movimiento pero fue sin contar con las personas cada vez más numerosas que se acercaban de él. Vi el cambio en su cara, porque tanto a él como yo, no le gustaba estar rodeado por gente, sobre todo al momento de irse y con las cámaras delante de su carita y en mi dirección. Pablo pasó mucho tiempo con los aficionados, pero ahora supe que prefería que no fuera el caso. Le vi disculparse y dirigiéndose hacia el coche.
Me preparé y ya había arrancado el coche, para huir lo más rápido posible.
Entró, puso sus cosas detrás y me beso la mejilla brevemente, pero todavía tuve el tiempo de inspirar y oler a su perfume, lo que subió mucho mi ansiedad frente a los fans.
Cuando vimos a toda la gente que se acercaba del coche, móvil en la mano, me asusté y Pablo lo entendí de pronto.
“ Vamos, salimos de aquí. Pero antes voy a hacer algo"
"Qué ?"
No tuvo el tiempo de contestar porque bajó la ventanilla y dijo
“ Mi novia y yo queremos un poco de respeto. Gracias”
Lo miré con una cara, una mezcla de admiración, de orgullo y de amor infinito por este chico.
“ Voy un poco lento porque no quiero matar a alguien y porque sigo siendo bajo el shock de tu declaración " dije con una sonrisa
"Me enfadaron y sé que te causa ansiedad cuando hacen esto. Pero ahora, todo estará bien amor, dijo, una mano en mi rodilla”
Disfruté de la oportunidad de una luz roja para darme la vuelta y mirarle
“ ¿Estás seguro ? Ahora van a tener fotos y saber que tienes una novia "
"Claro que estoy seguro. No me gusta cuando invaden nuestra intimidad pero ahora no podrían inventar relaciones con princesas o modelos. Porque ya tengo a mi reina", dijo con un guiño.
Ríe y nos miramos con tanto amor que mi corazón casi exploto.
“ ¡Qué romántico !” Quise continuar pero un claxon me sacó de la mirada y deje un “oops” antes de arrancar rápidamente
“ Sabes, verte conducir no me da la gana de conducir yo mismo"
"Y eso por qué ? "
"Eres muy guapa y sexy cuando conduces, una mano en el volante y la otra en mi pierna o entrelazada con mi mano"
"Voy a llevarte todos los días al entrenamiento entonces jaja. No trabajo y voy a ser tu chofer oficial"
"Me parece bien “
Su móvil sonó y la cara de Pedri apareció en la pantalla riendo como un loco
“ ¿Qué te pasa hermano ?" Dijo Pablo, desconcertado
"No sabia que te convirtió en un árbitro en el aparcamiento "
"¿Qué dices por dios ?"
"Ya se encuentra en las redes tu cara enojada pidiendo respeto para tu novia"
"Alla vamos", dije
"No me estoy burlando de él Y/N"
Pablo se mofó de él enseguida pero Pedri no le dio la oportunidad de contestar
"En serio, no soy de broma, Pablo es tu caballero para defenderte cuando la gente puede ser invasiva. Solo para decir enhorabuena niños y ahora podré mostrar como eres con tu chica “
No nos dejó el tiempo de contestar y colgó el teléfono sin avisar.
"Es terrible él no ?”
Asiente mientras aparcaba el coche frente a nuestra casa.
En camino por entrar me dijo
“ No tenias frio así ? "Dijo, mostrando mi abrigo
"No y además tenía una manta , mira la cara que teníamos con Sira, le dije mostrando la foto que la novia de Ferran y yo sacamos durante el partido. Sabes que nunca íbamos a ver el partido adentro." Sonrió un poco, pero vi que estaba pensando en el partido
"Amor, jugaste bien y el equipo también. Ven aquí Golden Boy” dijo, mis manos ya en su talla para atraerle contra mi.
Se relajo un poco
"Créeme amor. Ya seguimos líder de la liga, nunca los madridistas van a doblarnos "
"¿Nos ? ¿Juegas también ? "
"No me viste ? Con mi super numero ?"
Dijo mientras abría mi abrigo para que se pudiera ver la camiseta blaugrana. Me hizo dar la vuelta para ver, lo que sabía de antemano, su nombre y el número 30.
Mi tentativa funciono al oír su risa justo antes de sentir sus labios sobre las mías, dándome un beso que recibí con placer. Nunca me cansaría de estar en sus brazos y besarle.
“ Vamos adentro amor o nos vamos a congelar” Me tomo la mano y entramos en la casa, muy felices de estar juntos.
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OH ALSO THAT GINGER FREDERICK EDIT I MENTIONED A WHILE BACK (sorry i lost the og post rip) i forgor to LINK THE ACTUAL THING!! go check out our own beloved greenstorms edits on pinterest while you're at it because they are EXTREMELY cool and good
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Salma Paralluelo: la atleta que hace exactamente un año y un mes se decantó por el balón ya es historia del fútbol
En treinta y cinco segundos la historia pasa del posible 1-2 de Países Bajos al gol definitivo que dará el pase de España a semifinales del Mundial. Salma Paralluelo emuló sus años como atleta con una carrera para el recuerdo, un recorte puramente de extremo y un golazo para la historia de la selección española de fútbol ante Países Bajos en los cuartos del Mundial femenino 2023. La zaragozana fue la gran heroína del partido que mete a España por primera vez en las semifinales de un Mundial haciendo gala de unas habilidades aprendidas en sus primeros años, cuando no estaba tan pegada al balón.
11 de julio de 2022. Exactamente un año y un mes antes de este 11 de agosto en que ha modificado el rumbo de la historia, Salma cambió la suya: firma su contrato como jugadora del Fútbol Club Barcelona y con ello anuncia que abandona el atletismo definitivamente. Llevaba desde los 7 años compaginando sus dos pasiones: atletismo y fútbol. Dos deportes que le han acompañado allí donde ha viajado. La jugadora destacó en la selección sub-17 con la fue parte del histórico equipo que logró el doblete Europeo-Mundial en 2018.
"Doble fichaje" con el Villarreal y sus primeros oros en atletismo
En el mismo año en el que ganó todo con la sub-17 de fútbol, Paralluelo tuvo tiempo de establecer la mejor marca mundial del año en categoría sub-16 en 300 metros vallas y 300 metros lisos.
A finales del 2019 realizó un 'doble fichaje' por el Villarreal para jugar al fútbol con el submarino amarillo, llevarle hasta Primera Divisón y competir contra el crono con el Playas de Castellón, club con el que logró la medalla de oro en 400m vallas y en relevo medley en el Festival Olímpico de la Juventud Europea.
Con 15 años se convirtió en la atleta más joven en participar en un Campeonato de Europa absoluto y recibió el galardón Premio Princesa de Asturias a la mejor deportista menor de 18 años.
Con el Villarreal, Salma anotó 15 goles antes de lesionarse de gravedad en la rodilla izquierda y se perdió la celebración del histórico ascenso de su club, habiendo sido pieza fundamental, el europeo sub-20 de fútbol y el Campeonato del Mundo de relevos absolutos en Polonia.
La decisión final, el año pasado, en el FC Barcelona
La jugadora regresó ya con 18 años para ser MVP del Mundial que ganó España en la categoría sub-20 una de las mejores jugadoras de la temporada 21/22 y llamar a las puertas del FC Barcelona. Sin embargo, el fichaje, realizado el año pasado, conllevaba una decisión crucial: elegir entre el fútbol o el atletismo. La aragonesa sólo podía elegir por uno. Y se decantó por el balón.
En su primera temporada con el Barça, Salma se consagró campeona de Liga, Supercopa de España y Champions. Su actuación con las azulgrana le llevó hasta la absoluta, con un debut dorado el 12 de noviembre de 2022 donde le marcó un hat-trick a Argentina en un amistoso. No podía empezar mejor la historia de Salma con la selección de fútbol. La misma que quedará ya marcada para siempre por su gol en Wellington a Países Bajos.
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Sacado de el webtoon "El club de las princesas hechizadas"
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Gwendolyn X Frederick 💖🥰💞
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tengo fuertes deseos de que yuu les explique a pomefiore todo sobre barbie inclusive vean las películas juntos, porque siento que la amarian kdndkd y otro escenario que tengo es que yuu para audicionar de manera random en el club de vil, se ponga a actuar la escena de la princesa y la plebeya XDD
NOOO PARA EMPEZE A CARCAJEAR que buena audicion, si vil no acepta a yuu para entonces el no sabe que esta haciendo (y lo digo con amor, a veces) pero tenes toda la razon, a pomefiore les encantaria la pelicula <3
#💜.answers#🤍.batohalelove#NO TE HE VISTO EN BASTANTE TIEMPO COMO ESTAS#estuve hablando con mis amigas y una de ellas hizo los otros miembros de nrc con uniformes rosados#a ignihyde si que les quedaron bien y tambien a savanclaw y diasomnia
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name: evan louis ferdinand albéric napoleón.
faceclaim: lorenzo zurzolo.
age: 23 anos.
zodiac sign: pisces.
place of birth: saint-raphaël, var, france.
occupation: prince of france & student of ppe (philosophy, politics and economics) at oxford university.
aesthetic: kind smiles, fancy cars, sad eyes with dark circles around them, sleepless nights, lousy memory, fidgeting, knees bouncing up and down.
i.
evan louis ferdinand albéric napoleón é o filho único do príncipe charles napoleón (descendente direto de napoleón buonaparte) com sua primeira esposa, a princesa beatrice de rosier, e herdeiro da casa imperial da frança. príncipe de lugar nenhum, no final da linha de absolutamente nenhum trono, nasceu numa das comunas mais luxuosas de toda frança, um país em que a monarquia havia sido abolida três vezes. não é difícil de se imaginar que ele ficou esquecido (mas melhor esquecido do que odiado).
ii.
cresceu frequentando os melhores internatos do mundo, tendo os melhores professores de instrumentos clássicos, geopolítica, economia, cálculo, além é claro, das aulas de etiqueta e postura. aos doze anos, sabia conduzir uma conversa com qualquer pessoa como ninguém. e no fim das contas, com ninguém, afinal, tinha algo no pequeno evan que era simplesmente… triste. e ninguém quer ficar perto do garotinho triste. a melancolia só aumentava com os anos, e na adolescência, evan ficava mais tempo trancado nos dormitórios dos institutos que frequentava do que respirando ar puro. tinha alguns amigos, trocava mensagens e algumas ligações, mas era solitário. solitário e triste.
iii.
oxford veio como um respiro de ar fresco. lugar novo, pessoas novas, alguns rostos conhecidos para enturmá-lo. e como mágica, funcionou. evan louis ferdinand albéric napoleón não era mais o solitário pequeno príncipe. agora ele era evan rosier, o francês charmoso, membro do slytherin club, o garoto novo que andava com os melhores e mais proeminentes rapazes da inglaterra.
iv.
é claro que ele sabia que seus amigos eram um bando de idiotas. mas eles eram seu bando de idiotas, e evan nunca havia tido um bando antes. então… que fossem idiotas, mesmo. de qualquer forma, ele sempre estaria lá para dar a volta em cada crise, reduzir cada dano. consertar a catástrofe era mais fácil do que impedí-la.
v.
de temperamento doce, evan não é de brigas. alguns diriam que ele é um covarde, e ele anda tão apático que aceitaria a ofensa sem reclamar. a melancolia da infância havia se tornado uma falta de reação que constante. estava sempre cansado demais para agir, cansado demais para mudar alguma coisa, e satisfeito o suficiente só por estar longe da frança. normalmente, sua programação favorita é passar tempo com seus amigos, tomando uma cerveja na santa paz. infelizmente, o passatempo predileto deles é arrumar encrenca, e que tipo de amigo evan seria se os deixasse sozinhos?
vi.
a banda? ah, a banda. evan não se importa muito com eles. aliás, seu melhor amigo os odeia tanto que ele não entende muito bem porque seu grupo está sempre orbitando ao redor daqueles quatro. o som é bom, pelo menos.
TRIVIA
suas notas na faculdade estão beirando o desesperador. as saídas frequentes com seus amigos misturadas a apatia paralisante levaram o rendimento de evan para o fundo do poço.
evan é uma pessoa extremamente alérgica. é alérgico a animais, que fazem sua rinite atacar, e frutos do mar, amendoim e morangos, que causam erupções na sua pele.
asmático, carrega sempre uma bombinha de asma em sua mochila ou no bolso.
ama doces ultraprocessados e industrializados, e está sempre mastigando algum. seus favoritos são alcaçuz ou pirulitos.
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( * ) CONTENIDO DESBLOQUEADO : CONEXIONES.
hola hola hola por aquí de nuevo bluey uniéndose al club de los tres personajes con otro tonto: 𝐭𝐤 𝐲𝐮𝐧. no me lo cancelen, el si se sabe todas las películas de shrek al derecho y al revés. la dinámica ya la conocen, abajito pueden encontrar un poco ( mucho ) de información sobre su vida y personalidad, junto con las dinámicas que le andamos buscando. cualquier cosita que gusten denle al corazoncito y yo voy corriendo a molestarles.
* STATS GENERALES:
nombre completo: es un secreto nacional.
apodos: tk. así le dice todo el mundo. si ustedes son personas cool que entienden la referencia felicidades, se ganaron todo mi amor.
edad: veintidós años ( abril 15, 2000 ).
status actual: trabaja en el circo de sus papis como maestro de ceremonias de lunes a jueves en las funciones de la tarde y noche.
esqueleto: e1.
* SOBRE SU VIDA:
♡ es el menor de cinco hijes. de papis inmigrantes, todos trabajan en el negocio familiar: un circo. su papi es básicamente el pt barnum de hugh jackman. un señor que llegó al país con muchísimas deudas y muchas bocas que alimentar, pero invirtió todo el dinero que tenía en un terreno a las afueras de la ciudad.
♡ de poco a poco el circo comienza a crecer con actos de comedia y magia libres de todo maltrato animal hasta llegar a convertirse en toda una atracción de la ciudad. toda la familia es parte del show, recibiendo también a talentos externos que buscaban un lugarcito para presentarse. a tk intentaron incluirlo de alguna forma en todos los actos pero el pendejo siempre dejaba todo a medias, hasta que descubren que pueden hacer mucho dinero con la boca floja que se carga.
♡ es literalmente una bocina con patas, siempre diciendo lo que piensa, cosa que mas de una vez le habrá metido en problemas por andar de bocón. también es super temerario, si quieren que haga algo díganle que no puede hacerlo. su personalidad es medio pesadita pero les prometo que es buen chavo cuando no está intentando prenderle fuego a algo.
* SOBRE SU PERSONALIDAD:
( + ) entusiasta » ambicioso » persuasivo » decidido.
( - ) imprudente » perezoso » testarudo » apático.
* DATOS CURIOSOS:
tiene un hurón de mascota llamado champiñón el cual lleva consigo a casi todas partes.
el rojo es su color favorito.
barbie la princesa y la plebeya es su película favorita.
lleva el mismo nombre que su padre pero nunca le ha gustado. desde chiquito le decían tk para no confundirles, mismo apodo que lleva consigo hasta la fecha.
es vegetariano.
* CONEXIONES Y DINÁMICAS:
estamos abiertos a cualquier cosita, pero aquí abajito les dejo escenarios/dinámicas con las que podemos comenzar a soltar headcanons para llegar a una conexión.
se conocieron después de una presentación en el circo.
TK casi le arrolla con su motocicleta paseando por la ciudad.
estaban en el mismo equipo de soccer/béisbol de niñes.
salieron en alguna cita.
compartieron un cigarro en alguna fiesta.
TK le dio pases gratis para el circo.
(*) encontró a champiñón paseando solito por ahí.
despertaron en la misma después de una borrachera.
(*) testificó para ayudar a TK después de que la policía lo atrapó intentando trepar un poste de luz para ganar una apuesta.
TK le debe un favor.
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