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kaermorhenatnight · 2 years

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Maybe I just convinced myself it's love

18+ MDI!! NSFW

lambert x bard!reader, reader is fem, she/her pronouns, no “y/n” used

word count | 3.8k

warnings | smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, spell-vibrator,

A/N | The song used is partly translation of song “Luna Srebrnooka” by Magda Umer (second verse) and partly just inspired by it, can be sang to the tune of that song. I had game Lambert in mind but I don’t specify. Still not very confident about my writing I will accept all feedback!!

You don’t really like the crowd today. They seem to be a bit too prude to enjoy your more spicy lyrics and somehow obscene enough to send you disgustingly lewd looks during the more decent ones. One man even tries to pull up your skirt as you’re passing by, but, fortunately, The Kingfisher Inn is a respectable tavern, where acts like this are punished by a broken nose and a toss into the mud outside.

One last song and you can go upstairs, take a well-deserved bath that is being prepared just now and then fall asleep with a wine glass in your hand. You go through the list of songs in your head, thinking about what you could perform to properly frame your entire performance. You take a sip of mead that's a little bit too weak.

‘Do you take song requests, lass?’ a voice from behind you asks.

‘I’m afraid not, love, I—’ you start, turning around before your mind registers the familiarity of that voice. You can’t withhold a small, happy whimper, when you see Lambert, looking, as always, a little scruffy, his armor covered in dark spots of dried blood. He’s leaning on a table nonchalantly. ‘Good to see you, Wolf.’ You walk up to him, a bit too fast to pretend you’re at least a little bit indifferent to seeing him. You wrap your arms around his neck and feel his big hand cupping your buttcheek. ‘If I knew you were in Novigrad I would have worn a sluttier shirt,’ you whisper in his ear, firmly guiding his hand from your ass to your lower back. You back away a bit to look at his face, but still can’t find it in yourself to take your hands off his shoulders.

‘Yes, this one is hideous, you should definitely take it off,’ Lambert teases, very obviously looking at your breasts, gorgeously accentuated by your favorite corset.

‘I will. Right after this song. In my room.’ You take a step back and take your lute from the table. ‘And you're welcome to join me there,’ you add, smiling seductively at him over your shoulder.

Even though you both traveled a lot, fate always seemed to bring the two of you together at least once a year.

The first time it happened, a few years back in Oxenfurt, you didn't like him very much. He was impolite, self-centered, grouchy and, to be honest, smelled terrible. But he was also handsome and seemed to be impressed by your performance and weirdly infatuated with you, just showing it in his own, rude way. You were bored with sleeping with bards, other artists, and boring nobles and decided to spend a night with Lambert. You feared this might be a mistake. He was a witcher after all. A brute, barely human anymore, and on top of all that, an arsehole. You thought he might just unceremoniously throw you on the bed, screw you and then fall asleep within seconds, never giving a thought to whether you are enjoying it or not. To your surprise, the first thing he did was order a bath in his room because he knew it probably bothered you that he “smells like a fiend's shit”. You spent a long time in the warm water together, him covering your neck and breast with open-mouthed kisses and constantly complimenting your body in an awkward but oddly endearing way. He didn’t let you sleep that night.

The second time it was in a small inn in the middle of nowhere, Nilfgard. You were the last person he expected to meet there and seemed sincerely happy to see you. On that evening, he ate you out like his life depended on it and made you cum four times before he even took his pants off. And then a few more times after he did. The innkeeper knew both of your first names by the morning even though neither of you introduced yourselves when you checked in.

At some point, your body started adding butterflies fluttering in your stomach to the hot yearning in your abdomen you felt every time you saw him. It might have been because of this warm spark in his eyes that welcomed you in the morning or maybe the way he had to adjust to small gestures of gentleness you offered him. Whether it was delicate scratching on the back, scalp massage, or small kisses you littered his chest with, for a long time he seemed startled by them, like no one ever treated him with such tenderness. Maybe it was the way his face lightened up when you wanted to talk to him about poetry or music instead of monsters and death. You even gifted him a small notebook, where you have written down all of your favorite poems and the next time you met, he knew most of them by heart. You couldn't know that he tried real hard to learn them quickly, opening the notebook only for short periods of time, to preserve the smell of your perfume that soaked into the pages. You also couldn't know he searched for you at each inn he stayed at. And felt you in every song he heard. You couldn't know that.

So your romantic soul was regularly being tempered by your pretty practical mind. You knew better than to expect some kind of exclusivity or stability from him.

After all, he was still a witcher.

‘Break a leg!’ he yells as you walk back on the stage. A few guests send him a disapproving look and you can’t help but smile at their discontent. Lambert leans against the wall in the corner and smiles softly at you. You know what song you’re going to sing.

Silver moon slides through the night sky, hearing my voice cry here,

We’re alone between the clouds, still yearning for the dawn

Lay your head down on my lap and let the sleep come, my dear

Both so grateful and so sorry we were ever born

It seems like you finally found a common language with your audience. For a moment you see how many of them are just as tired as you are and just as lonely. A group of men in the corner stopped loudly talking like they did during the entirety of your performance until now, and now sit quietly, aggressively silencing other people who might be as much as whispering something too loud.

Hear a laughter in the darkness, quiet, strange and brittle

Smell the mint and marjoram, smell lilac and wild clove

You can't resist the urge to look at Lambert, feeling that humiliating softness you have for him overflowing you.

On a night like this we all love somebody a little

Or we just convince ourselves that it is in fact love

One lady who kept making comments to her friend while peeking at you and laughing with a mean smirk on her face now stares yearningly at her friend’s red lips and her eyes water a little.

Head already spinning even though it's really early

Fluttering heartbeat loud like a heavy iron bell

Taste of vodka, blood, regret between our two tongues twirling

All the reasons to die, to live, to go or to stay

Your eyes wander between guests. Most of them stare into the distance or lean against each other, a melancholically romantic mood spreading throughout the entire tavern.

The old fountain whispers lies, makes me blush through the curtain

Bit too sure about this or maybe not sure enough

Wonder if that smile is honest, I am not so certain

But I certainly don't want to risk and call your bluff.

Applause is not very loud but it’s okay. Most guests start closing their tabs and preparing to leave. If they’re lucky, with someone. You slowly walk off the stage, not saying anything to officially finish off. No words seem appropriate now.

You look around while slowly walking towards the staircase. Lambert approaches you, a bag on his shoulder.

‘That was a new one, wasn’t it?’ he asks, pointing vaguely in the direction of the stage.

‘Yes, I wrote it last winter.’ Right after our last time together, you don’t dare to say out loud.

‘I like it.’ He puts his arm around you and you both start walking up the stairs towards your room. ‘But I must admit, not as much as I like the way you are all hot and bothered now,’ he adds quietly and then inhales sharply. ‘Fuck, is all that excitement I can smell for me?’

‘Actually,’ you smile mischievously, ‘it was for a lady at the table by the window, but since she left, you will suffice.’

‘Well, I hoped Essi Daven would be performing tonight, but I guess you will do.’

You both chuckle as you reach your room. You got it as a part of your payment for performing so it was not the best room in The Kingfisher Inn but it was enough. The bed was big, a view from the window acceptable and the water in the bath you ordered was warm and nice.

‘Make yourself at home,’ you say and immediately hear a thump of a bag hitting the floor and feel two big hands digging into your hips and pulling you into a hug from behind.

‘I missed you,’ Lambert mumbles already kissing your neck ‘and those delicious thighs of yours.’ His fingers dig deeper into your warm flesh through your skirt and he presses himself against your back more firmly. You can feel his erection against your butt. ‘You make me so hard’ he groans against the skin on your shoulder, pushing your shirt out of the way. His hands start untying your corset to get you naked as soon as possible. As it falls on the floor, you turn around and start working on removing his clothes.

He got a few new scars since the last time you saw him. One really big one right under his collarbone. You trace it with your fingers. He trembles a little.

‘Actually, I think it is a bit too small for both of us to fit in there,’ you say, as Lambert slowly guides you towards the tub.

‘Oh we’ll fit, don’t worry.’

You do, in fact, fit. You have to sit astride on Lamber’s lap but that is one of your favorite ways to enjoy a bath in anyway. His hands explore your chest, massaging your breasts gently, as you wash his hair, trying really hard not to get soap in his eyes. He strokes your breasts, his calloused, hard fingers scraping a little bit against your skin.

‘How come each time I look at you, you get prettier?’

You blush and let out an embarrassingly honest giggle. Drops of water shine on Lambert's muscular shoulders, glistering with the light of candles on the walls. His dick is throbbing at your core, his hands all over you. But sex in the tub this small wouldn't really be comfortable. You both finish washing yourselves and get out, drying yourselves with towels. You keep peeking at him, his muscles tense under the mosaic of scars, the lovely path of coarse hair from his belly button down to his hard cock, the unhinged expression in his cat-like eyes. You can't resist the urge to touch his dick. He moans quietly as you curl your fingers around the shaft.

‘Fuck yes, touch me,’ he mutters, tangling his hand into your hair. ‘Do you want it inside of you?’

‘Yes, so badly.’ You can barely control your lust. Everything about this man makes your insides burn, empty of him. You give him a firm jerk, he closes his eyes and licks his lips. You press your body against his, enjoying every square inch of skin to skin contact. He pulls your face up by the hair, pressing your lips to his, sighing heavily as you smear precum on the tip of his cock. He throbs in your hand.

‘You’re so gorgeous,’ Lambert mumbles. ‘And you smell so fucking good.’ He nudges your hand away and picks you up by your waist. He places you gently on the bed, and leans over you, placing a trail of kisses gently along your leg, covering it with goosebumps. He stops right over your pussy. ‘Do you know what you're doing to me?’ he almost growls, leaving sloppy kisses on the insides of your thighs, pushing your legs wider apart. ‘A mere thought of tasting you on my tongue drives me insane. I can’t focus on anything. All I want is your cunt on my face.’ His mouth gets closer to your pussy but then moves away right before he reaches it, teasing you ruthlessly.

‘Lambert… Lambert, please,’ you whimper, trying to move your pussy closer to him, but he puts his hand on your pelvis and firmly pins you in place.

‘So eager. So needy…’ he mumbles and you feel his hot breath between your legs. ‘Gods, I missed you so much,’ the words leave his mouth right before he dives down into you, going straight for your clit, sucking on it. The intensity of sensations attacking you flashes in white before your eyes. A litany of broken moans and whimpers tumbles from your lips. You mindlessly run your fingers through his hair and push his head even closer to you. He licks down along your slit and thrusts his tongue into your entrance. “Fuck”s and “Gods”s escape your mouth like a heretic prayer.

Suddenly Lambert pulls away but before you lift your head to see what happened, a pleasure you never even imagined strikes you. A vibration travels from your abdomen through your entire body, touching even the tips of your fingers. Your legs shake uncontrollably, your back arches, head digs into the mattress. Before the lingering feeling fully fades away, another wave hits you, vibration absolutely shattering every nerve in your body. Orgasm takes you by surprise, the usually slow build-up happens in a fraction of a second, shaking you to the core. You let out a shriek, one that you would never suspect could be born in your throat. A warm ball of pleasure pulsates in your abdomen, then slowly starts to weaken. You breath heavily, your muscles relaxing after the climax. Vibrations stop. You slowly rise, leaning on your forearms, and see Lambert between your legs with a giant smirk on his face, his chest moving a bit faster than usual.

‘What was that?’ you whisper, trying hard to calm your breath.

‘You like it?’. The question is rude as if he didn't just see you have the most intense orgasm in your life. He strokes your leg lazily.

‘I loved it, but what was it?’

‘I told you about the Signs? Igni, Quen, Aard, y'know?’ He looks at you waiting for confirmation. You nod your head impatiently. ‘So, if I do Aard a few times in a row, very fast, it creates a vibration. And if I'm doing it very lightly, I can not only actually do it a few times in a row and not pass out, but also use it for much more pleasurable activities than fighting.’ He leans down and places a gentle kiss on your thigh. ‘It is still a bit fatiguing since it's a spell and all, but fuck… the way you looked, the way you sounded… it's worth it.’

Before you manage to say something in response, you hear knocking.

‘Um— Miss? Is everything alright?’ a voice from behind the door asks, seems sincerely worried. You recognize the innkeeper. You try to get up, but your body is still processing what just happened to it. ‘Miss? The guests informed me there was a scream—’

‘Yes, I’m alright!’ you say loudly. ‘I just, uh, fell!’ Lambert chokes on a laugh at your ridiculously bad lie.

‘Alright then, miss. Do you need anything?’

‘Nothing, thank you! And sorry for the noise, I will make sure to keep it down.’

‘Thank you, miss.’ You hear footsteps going away from the door.

‘You need to be more careful, miss,’ Lambert giggles, climbing up the bed to level his body with yours and laying next to you. ‘Next time you fall, I might not be there to catch you.’

You cut off his laughter by pulling him closer by his medallion into a sloppy kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips and moan at the memory of the pleasure he gave you.

His hands lazily wander around your body. He tenderly traces stretch marks on your breasts and butt with his fingers. You told him once you don't like them and now he makes sure to always let you know that he absolutely adores them.

‘Lambert?’ you whisper, cupping his cheek and pulling back from the kiss. He smiles.

‘What?’ A strand of his hair tickles his forehead. ‘What does my goddess have to say to her humble yet very handsome servant?’ He smiles at you, enjoying the way you blush at his words.

But you can't say it, can you? I think I love you? That's ridiculous! Or maybe I just convinced myself it's love? ‘Did you really like my song?’ you ask, stroking the scar on his cheek. Maybe he will understand you without needing to say it?

‘I wouldn't be here fucking a bad bard into tomorrow, would I?’ He didn't.

You just smile and pull him into a kiss again. His hand slides down to your pussy and he thrusts a finger into you. Your inside offers no resistance to him, slick dripping from you.

‘Lambert,’ you moan, any melancholic and sad thoughts sinking into oblivion, as the hot ball of excitement fills you again. ‘Your cock. Please.’ He pulls his fingers out. You caress his cheekbones with your thumbs, pulling yourself closer to him, feeling his hard dick against your abdomen. ‘Please—’

‘Since you asked so nicely…’ the witcher grins proudly, his ego boosted by you begging for him, guiding himself to your entrance. He slides into you, forcing a sharp breath out of your lungs, and then firmly grabs your thighs. ‘Hold on,’ he commands as he's rolling onto his back, with you still on his cock, now straddling him.

He tries to pick you up by your hips, but you push his hands away. He obediently puts them behind his head, accidentally – or actually pretty purposefully – showing off the amazing muscles in his arms. He smirks as you start rolling your pelvis, your body like a wave. It makes his hard cock press against your walls in a gentle, yet very satisfying way, both his and your pubic hair tingling the area around your clit lightly.

‘My pretty girl,’ he whispers, reaching to you with one hand and caressing your thigh. ‘I dream about fucking you every night. You're taking me so well.’ He closes his eyes and his hand moves up to your clit. ‘I fucking love you so much and I want you to cum on my cock.’

Before your brain manages to realize what he just said, his fingers form the Aard sign, relax and form Aard again and again. Vibrations hit you, another climax starts building up. You tilt your head back and start moving faster, chasing your high, your mind overflowing with hot waves of pleasure.

‘I am so close, Lambert,’ you whisper, leaning forward, placing your hands on his chest, trying hard with everything you have to last longer, to let this pleasure continue, but you can't. You clench around him as you orgasm, moaning, biting down on your hand to muffle sounds falling from your mouth. He follows just behind you, his hot cum starts dripping from you.

As your muscles relax, you lie down on Lambert's chest. He strokes your back and kisses your forehead. He’s still inside you, sperm slowly drips on your abdomen.

‘Aard just became my favorite sign,’ he says, smirking.

‘Mine too.’

You slowly get up and clean yourselves up. You can't stop thinking about this small sentence he said, trying to convince yourself he didn't really mean that, and your heart beating so fast because of that is, to be honest, a bit pathetic.

‘Your stamina is getting worse, dove,’ Lambert giggles as he pulls up his small clothes. ‘It's been a few minutes and your pulse is still through the roof. You're growing old.’

A burst of drunken laughter, high pitched and soft, slides into the room from the outside.

‘Someone's having a fun night,’ you comment, walking up to the window, pulling your shirt on. You try to change the subject and calm your heart a little. You can't see anyone, the owner of the voice you heard, must have already walked out of view.

You feel a heavy hand on your shoulder and immediately after that Lambert's body heat right behind you. Your heart doesn't even consider beating slower.

‘I like Novigrad,’ Lambert says, stroking your arm lazily. ‘It's so… raw. And honest. And doesn't even stink that much.’

‘You should see Beauclair,’ you sigh and lean on the window frame. ‘It's beautiful. So colorful. So lively.’

‘Maybe we can go there.’ You are pretty sure he looks at you, but you don’t dare to check. ‘You could show me every back alley we can hide in to make love.’ This time you turn. A mischievous smile crosses his face as you blush under his lewd sight.

‘And then we could even make love in prison after we get arrested for public indecency,’ you laugh, trying to not sink into this warm feeling of safety and stability that his presence imitates.

‘I’m serious.’ Lambert gently strokes your jaw with two fingers, turning your face towards him lightly. ‘I just finished a really good contract. I have a lot of money to spend I want to spend it with you. Let’s go to Beauclair. I promise I will try to limit sleeping on the ground on our way there to a minimum.

Oh, I could sleep on the ground all winter if only you were next to me, you think to yourself.

‘Since you asked so nicely… Alright,’ you say after a few moments of silence. ‘Let’s go to Toussaint.’

‘Great!’ Lambert puts his arms around your waist and picks you up, spinning you around a little too excitedly. ‘That’s really great, dove.’ He puts you down and crashes his lips on yours. ‘I can’t believe,’ he mumbles between kisses ‘that I will be able to do this every day.’

‘You will be able to do much more.’ You smile against his mouth, cupping his cock with your hand through the thin fabric of underwear. It is hard again.

Neither of you got any sleep that night. The next few nights didn't really bring you any rest either. Sleeping on the ground turns out to be pretty romantic when you have the right company.

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jeonggukshi · 6 years

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1831 Jan[uar]y Sun[day] 9

7 25/..

F[ahrenheit] 32° at 7 3/4 hard frost and fine morn[in]g – out at 8 35/.. - walk[e]d to the étole bet[ween] the nuette

gate and Boulogne - h[a]d tak[e]n Le Temps - r[ea]d all th[a]t w[a]s interest[in]g – the 1st artic[le] beaut[ifull]y writ[ten] on the

gen[era]l state and feel[in]g of Fr[an]ce - ho[me] at 11 10/.. - br[eak]f[a]st – my apt hon[e]y (miel d’apt) done yest[erday] –

dress[e]d – sat 1/4 h[ou]r talk[in]g to my a[un]t then pap[e]rs at 12 1/2 in 25 min[ute]s – out (alone) at 1 3/4 – sat

1/2 h[ou]r w[i]th Mrs. Hamilton –ask[e]d h[e]r to introd[uce] me to L[ad]y Granville – she s[ai]d I h[a]d bet[ter] leave my card –

then wh[o]m L[ad]y G- [Granville] ask[e]d who I w[a]s she (Mrs. H- [Hamilton]) w[oul]d say, she sh[oul]d be hap[py] to pres[en]t whenev[e]r L[ad]y G- [Granville] lik[e]d –

Mrs. H- [Hamilton] and I are very good friends - then dr[ove] to the de Noés - M[ada]me de N- [Noé] just go[in]g to ch[ur]ch – sat 1/2 h[ou]r w[i]th the

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R- [Rothesay] (r[ue] d’Angoulême n°16) out – left my card - then en pass[an]t left my card for L[ad]y Granville, and

ho[me] at 3 50/.. – my a[un]t ready in 10 min[ute]s - dr[ove] al[on]g the boulev[ar]ds to the Eleph[an]t, and b[a]ck at 5 20/.. –

Cam[ero]n ask[e]d to go and see Mrs. Meakén (L[ad]y S- [Stuart] de R-‘s [Rothesay] m[ai]d) w[oul]d get the porter to go w[i]th h[e]r – asleep till

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and h[e]r niece h[a]d call[e]d - ca[me] in to my a[un]t and s[a]t w[i]th h[e]r 10 min[ute]s or 1/4 h[ou]r – made ver[y] agreeab[le]

and my a[un]t w[a]s m[u]ch pleas[e]d w[i]th th[ei]r vis[i]t – M. Audoin (too) h[a]d call[e]d and left his card and the two first n[umer]os

of Cuviers’ lect[ure]s - speak[in]g of the ex-minist[e]rs today at the de N[oé]s, the c[om]te s[ai]d Polignac expect[e]d to be acquitt[e]d - s[ai]d they w[oul]d send h[i]m out of the count[r]y b[u]t th[a]t w[a]s all they c[oul]d do – his wife and fam[il]y go[in]g to Ham to be w[i]th h[i]m –

I blam[e]d Peyronnet the m[o]st as he w[a]s clev[e]r man – yes! b[u]t they s[ai]d he w[a]s cow[ar]d when he w[oul]d n[o]t sign –

he told the k[in]g th[e]re w[a]s de quoi perdre la tête – the k[in]g s[ai]d j’y mettrai la mienne - w[oul]d gi[ve] his

when they demand[e]d Peyronnets’, and poor P- [Peyronnet] sign[e]d, and Ch[arle]s x g[o]t off as he c[oul]d and nev[e]r exert[e]d an[y]

infl[uen]ce to save his minist[e]rs nor wr[ite] b[u]t th[a]t one let[ter] w[hi]ch the peers w[oul]d n[o]t allow to be r[ea]d for it w[oul]d

on[l]y ha[ve] made matt[e]rs worse – 2 gent[lemen] ca[me] in – one wh[o]se son-in-law h[a]d just h[a]d his large fabrique

manufac[or]y of sucre de betterave burnt d[o]wn by so[me] incend[iar]y at Lyons - part[l]y sav[e]d b[u]t half destroy[e]d and 40000 fr[ancs]

of dam[a]ge done – besides th[i]s 14 houses burnt d[o]wn in Lyons – incend[iare]s th[e]re and in the who[le] of the depart[men]t de l’Aube[rge]

terrible – I wonder when I shall hear more of Lady Granville when she will fix for Mrs. H- [Hamilton] to introduce

me - ask[e]d Messrs. Fiévré et Leclerq th[i]s morn[in]g – they ca[me] th[i]s ev[enin]g at 9 20/.. (I h[a]d h[a]d coff[ee] just bef[ore])

and st[ai]d till 11 3/4 – M. F- [Fiévré] is really a ver[y] clev[e]r clear-head[e]d person – sat up talk[in]g to my a[un]t till

and then ov[e]r the fire warm[in]g my f[ee]t and having my hair curled till ca[me] to my r[oo]m at 12 1/2 at w[hi]ch h[ou]r

F[ahrenheit] 36° and fine night –ver[y] fine day -

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elarea · 2 years

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¡¡Peñarol Campeón Uruguayo 2021!!

En la uruguaya noche de ayer el equipo aurinegro venció 8-7 a Plaza Colonia en los penales después de empatar 1-1 en los 120´ y se consagró campeón del Campeonato Uruguayo de Primera División en el Estadio Centenario.

Cabe destacar que el triunfo de Peñarol en esta semifinal benefició a Nacional, que por no haber finales y ser el segundo en la Tabla Anual fue subcampeón.

Ficha Técnica

Plaza Colonia 1 (7) - 1 (8) Peñarol

Estadio: Centenario

Árbitros: Daniel Fedorczuk, Nicolás Tarán y Horacio Ferreiro. Daniel Rodríguez (cuarto árbitro). Árbitros VAR: Esteban Ostojich y Antonio García.

Plaza Colonia: Santiago Mele; Haibrany Ruiz Díaz, Guilherme Café (m.64, Ezequías Redín), Nicolás Olivera; Álvaro Fernández (m.90, Cristian Rodríguez), Emilio Zeballos, Yvo Calleros, Gonzalo Camargo (m.90, Leandro Suhr), Leonai Souza; Nicolás Dibble (m.96, Juan Cruz Mascia) y Renzo López (m.105, Elías Umeres).

Entrenador: Eduardo Espinel

Peñarol: Kevin Dawson; Giovanni González, Gary Kagelmacher, Carlos Rodríguez (m.69, Ezequiel Busquets), Edgar Elizalde; Jesús Trindade (m.99, Damián Musto), Walter Gargano (m.81, Rubén Bentancourt); Agustín Canobbio, Pablo Ceppelini (m.105, Agustín Álvarez Wallace), Facundo Torres (m.105, Nicolás Gaitán) y Agustín Álvarez Martínez.

Entrenador: Mauricio Larriera

Goles: 34´ Renzo López (PC); 39´ Facundo Torres (P)

Penales

Plaza (7): J.C. Mascia (O), H. Ruiz Díaz (O), E. Umeres (O), Y. Calleros (X), L. Souza (O), L. Suhr (O), E. Redín (O), N. Olivera (O), E. Zeballos (X). Peñarol (8): A. Álvarez Martínez (O), D. Musto (X), A. Canobbio (O), R. Bentancourt (O), A. Álvarez Wallace (O), E. Busquets (O), E. Elizalde (O), G. González (O), N. Gaitán (O).

Amarillas: 35´ Walter Gargano (P); 55´ Nicolás Dibble (PC); 78´ Nicolás Olivera (PC); 116´ Damián Musto (P)

#Uruguay #Primera División #Peñarol #Plaza Colonia #Club Nacional de Football #Nacional de Montevideo #Estadio Centenario #2021

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mrskodzuken · 3 years

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heyyy!! infatuation (but anime) + 1975 !!

Heyyy yourself 🥰

Infatuation: first crush (but anime)?

-> Brock (Pokémon) wait a sec... alin bang naunang umere sa Philippine TV—Pokémon ba o Hunter X Hunter? 🤔

1975: If you could time travel to any time period, what would it be and why?

-> Hmm good question! I would like to time travel to the 1960s-1970s, during my mom’s childhood years. I wanna know everything about the history of our family’s ancestral home/house and the drama 🍿 my mom and her sisters’ stories from their childhood years aren’t enough imo

Pretty Asks ✨

#tumblr ask game #🐱saku.ask #🐱moot.quanxui #🐱saku.game

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budgetingfaithfully · 3 years

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Slave To The Lender

God Speaks About Money More Than 800 Times In The Bible.

Money and our possessions are the 2nd most important topic after God’s Kingdom and how to get there. However, what the Bible teaches is that debt is not good and should be avoided. In fact, the Bible likens it to slavery. We are slave to the lender as long as we owe, owe, owe.

According to Proverbs 22:7 (NIV), “The rich rules over the poor, and the borrower is the slave of the lender.”

This scripture resonated with me, as I grew up thinking that freedom was the ability to buy whatever you wanted whenever you wanted. Then the bills started adding up and along with this I found out that my freedom was quickly disappearing. After years of living this dream it quickly became a nightmare. When you are young and start making money the euphoria of retail therapy is so addictive. We found ourselves working to pay off bills. We were a slave to our lender, just like that. Please note, the Baby Boomer with an average debt of $96,984 and Gen X has $135,841 in debt. Both averages are higher than the national average of $90,460 per Experian 2019 Consumer Debt Study.

According to Proverbs 22:7 (NIV), “The rich rule over the poor, and the borrower is slave to the lender.”

Time To Sit Down With The Hubby

You do not realize you have a spending/debt problem until the bills arrive and after paying your bills there are still more to pay and no money left to pay the rest. To be honest, in one year we got married, had a baby, and then bought our first home. Granted, one of these life events is enough to challenge a budget but three is a recipe for disaster. Also, we each bought to the relationship our own personal debt.

To climb out of the debt we each created we were going to have to make some serious adjustments. The first thing was to create a budget, curb spending, review each bill and determine what needs to be cut. Finally, we would each have to begin to find new jobs that would cover the added expenses. Even, with these steps we were each going to have to truly curb our spending. My husband complained, “but we have to live.” I immediately responded, “we have lived, now we have to pay.” I do not know which is harder, changing your eating habits or changing your spending habits. I have had to do both and believe they are equally hard. Please read Mind over Money where I share how we keep our mind on our money to enable us to manage job loss, recession, and life in general.

Home And Debt

So, we cut here, and we cut there. We began the snowball effect paying off the credit cards with the highest interest rates first. When we were left with the two biggest with the lowest interest rate, we decided to kill two birds with one stone. After years of bi-monthly payments on our home and with the rising prices of the housing market our home the equity in our home had more than tripled. We decided to take out a home equity loan and build a true master bedroom over the garage. The last owner who was a real estate agent told us if we ever had an opportunity to expand the home from a 3 bed and a 3 bath to a 4 bed we should.

Taking out a home equity with an interest lower than our current home mortgage allowed us to maintain the value of our home after the market crashed and to consolidate our debt to a much lower interest rate. Therefore, when we sold the house eight years later, we were able to pay off the 1st mortgage, the home equity loan, and our credit card debt. We walked away with a nice profit to begin working towards our retirement goals. I am in no way suggesting that this is the route you should take as we made a calculated gamble based on the current market and it worked out for us. Others might say we used our home as a true investment as we walked away with less debt and a profit. A win-win situation in my books.

Final Debt To Pay

The next step was to payoff our cars which we both used savings. We were still not completely debt free, so we are still slaves to the lender. We recently purchased our retirement home and are currently aggressively paying down the mortgage. Making an extra payment per month has worked for us in the past so we will continue with this method to pay off this home. In my blog Pay Off the Mortgage we talk about bi-monthly plans to pay off the mortgage faster.

However, the elimination of credit card debt and car notes is a large step towards true financial freedom. It is also a huge step towards becoming less of a slave to the lender.

Let’s budget, spend and live! Sabrina Blogger

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hoytarcheryofficial · 6 years

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Team Hoyt Heads South of the Border, Lands on Top the Podium

Guadalajara, Mexico

Blue skies and warm weather make the Versus MX tournament a favorite for many archers. It is the first outdoor tournament of the season and Team Hoyt wasted no time getting hot, torching the competition and defending the Podium like they owned it.

Steve Anderson shows off perfect form and execution while landing another 10 on his way to a first place finish at the 2018 Versus MX.

Mike Schloesser rocked his custom painted Prevail to the finals match, taking home the Silver medal and making Anderson earn every arrow for the top spot.

Total Hoyt Domination in the Men’s Compound Pro Division: Steve Anderson taking Gold, Mike Schloesser with the Silver and Roberto Hernandez with the Bronze.

Hoyt Pros Ana Umer and Gabriela Bayardo shot their way to Gold and Silver respectively in the Women’s Recruve Pro Division, both shooting their Hoyt Formula Faktor with X Tour limbs.

Hoyt Pro Staff Team Member, Toja Ellison, shot solid all weekend, earning her a trip to the podium and a Silver medal in her first outdoor tournament of the season.

It’s hard not to smile when you are shooting your bow in the sun and owning the podium. Congratulations to all the shooters who competed in Versus.

#Hoyt #compound #target archery #recurve

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ask-pakistan · 4 years

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What would a 2p Pakistan look like?

I don’t have a design for his 2p version and i don’t think i’m going to be making one any time soon. 2p! means the opposite of the original right?

If that’s the case then 2p!Pakistan is definitely going to be downright evil and radicalized xD Yep, no redeeming qualities there. His 2p! would be a violence-addict and an asshole all around. (But that’s how most 2ps are, right?)

#ooc #ask-pakistan #2p pakistan #aph pakistan #answered ask #thanks for asking!#If i were to see any quality overlapping between 1p and 2p Pakistan #would be that both are extremely eextreeemeely emotional idiots #and while 1p Umer doesn't gets ticked off very easily he can also be down to beat you up if he has to #(his anger is more defensive though)#while his 2p's anger would be more outward and invasive #so yeah #whoever his 2p might be #he'd be a bad person #apologies if this was edgy or cringe x'''D

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propertyinpakistan · 4 years

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