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REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS

This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.

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Thanks @moon-in-nostalgia for tagging me <333

put your tumblr name into Pinterest followed by ‘core’…first nine pics are your aesthetic! (you don’t have to share your name if you don’t want to). created by: @tisthedamnseasns

I love this, it's literally the vibe i give off in person

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do you write for antony santos?

I might, but I really don't know him too well but I can definitely try :)

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Look who's back from the dead 😭😭

I had a really bad writer block and I now have some motivation so please send some requests 😭🙇🏽‍♀️

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Comme Les Fleurs - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Consequences Be Damned

Summary: Left with no other options, Kylian must rehab his newly injured leg at a stranger’s home for the next month and she isn’t at all what he expects. Meanwhile, Aurèle has to deal with easily-irritated and sullen Kylian as she opens her home to him. 

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: cursing, fluff!, barely-there angst, a kiss!

Note: So sorry for the delay in posting! I hope you guys enjoy this one; there might be a few errors in this one, sorrrry. Happy readings! <3

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Guys Ramadan is tomorrow, and I just wanted to say Ramadan Mubarak Karim to my sisters and brothers in Islam, Ramadan is a holy month for us where we get closer to God and strengthen our Iman.

Ramadan is my favorite month of the year and I hope you guys have a great Ramadan ❤

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Wld bladi, I love him sm ❤

Happiest Birthday to the The Wizard himself

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He did <33

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I agree with you 100 percent, people are sick.

tw // death threat.

SOME SPURS FANS, Y'ALL ARE INFINITELY SICK AND DISGUSTING!

richarlison isn't in a good phase, but that's not a reason for saying he deserves to be brutally assassinated and having his body burned with molten iron, as a type of torture.

WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU? HOW INHUMAN THINGS LIKE THESE COULD BE TREATED AS MINIMUM JOKES? IT'S LITERALLY CRIMINAL! and all that because of what richarlison said about conte? SCREW YOU FOREVER!

@/spurskpop on twitter, you're a freaking psycho and this is still such an euphemism!

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GUESS WHO'S BACK ‼️

I finished most my exams so I'm going to start writing now 🤞🏻 I hope y'all missed me 😭✋🏼

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This is so adorable 😭✋🏼I love it sm 💗

Can you write richarlison taking care of pregnant reader? Just to celebrate him coming off the bench. Istg this man deserves everything good in the world

-dh1 anon

taking a time to relax ❪ richarlison x fem! reader ❫

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i almost screamed with the request. i felt so happy receiving this! it's honorable to know that my last work was noticeable enough to give me this "relevance". thank you so much, anon <3

about the news that richy's off the bench: for our party, you bring the drinks and i cook. or you cook and i bring the drinks. anyways, let's just celebrate! i'm rooting for my fav capixaba so bad… i'm already excited to celebrate his premier league first goal! yeah, he deserves everything good in the world, but hey: so do you, sweet anon! this story is for you, then.

dear reader, it took me three days to finish this project that i really, really worked on. yes, i'm not confident about it. yes, it's not perfect. yes, it's revised, but i don't know if it's good. english's not my first language, so please, be kind! i only accept constructive opinions and visions, truly helpful thoughts are more than welcomed. thank you infinitely for reading it! wishing you the best! enjoy <3

SUMMARY: you're cared for richarlison after an emotional spike because of pregnancy hormones.

this includes richy being the pure, random and silly angel he is. if you watched his videos and interviews, i guess you'll get the humor between him and reader.

you're orbited by sacredness. the best version of yourself and your partner is inside you. because of this, life is crazy. there are many comings and goings to medical specialists for examinations and ultrasounds. many pregnancy courses and activities to teach information about the gestational process, childbirth and all prudences that newborns need. many hours buying unimaginable and unknown items: in favor of the babies care, safety and development. however, you couldn't have a better company for these moments. his schedule is significantly tight, but richarlison is there for you. and again, he proves it.

third trimester: the period where your babies find themselves winning the battle that guarantees the possession of as much space as possible between the gravid uterus and your organs. they're getting heavier, compressing your bladder and intestine. it's incontestable that your babies are uniqueness — blessed preciousness that have come directly from the heavens — conveying a connection of unreal grace. nonetheless, the trajectory to have them is being formatted by bittersweet events that affect your body and, consequently, increase the destabilization of your mood. still, you insist on executing your daily tasks normally.

now, your yoga mat is already positioned: being used as the kind of temple in which you communicate with your essence. through the breathing exercises, the bustle of liverpool is on the back burner. the sounds of the birds chirping through the garden, the irrigations bringing life to the grass and the dogs having fun with each other are the perfect soundtrack to your concentration. this audible representation of what makes up your family is simply inestimable and invigorating.

thus, you catch your yoga ball to keep meditating. during the short walk, acerola and layla — the husky and labrador who were belonging only to richarlison, but became yours too — enter the room and get involved in the middle of your legs. laughing, you participate in the little game: enchanted by the canine cuteness in front of you. nevertheless, the joy goes away and you're struck by the frustration of not even being able to squat and, normally, sit on the ball. in the same week, a similar situation had already occurred. you were trying to get the dogs bowls off the ground to fill them, but it didn't work.

"brigadão, hein! é nóis, tamo junto!" suddenly, you hear the familiar voice of richy thanking the driver who always takes and brings him from the trainings. you imagine that little smile aside he must have made, his typical hang loose sign too.

with the house's entrance being unlocked, richarlison's footsteps create direction inside the home. kneeling to caress acerola and layla, he stares at you: almost waiting for the in-joke to come up.

"é nóis! tamo junto!" you imitate one of the quotes that your partner probably says the most: making it more ridiculous with every attempt to reach his tone and his way of speaking it, not forgetting the hand gesture.

"i'm gonna pretend that was a decent impression 'cause i'm a gentle person." the innocent and humorous species of implications between the both of you are conjunctive to your personalities. it's like there's no one who can understand you as he does and vice versa. in this way, he pigments your forehead with a sweet kiss.

"i'm your favorite impressionist and you know it!" you proudly smirk as you wrap him in your arms. closing your eyes, you allow yourself to feel the mixture between richarlison's perfume and the shower's balm that he took, still in tottenham's training centre. subsequently, you kiss his tattoo which says 'he's brazilian'.

"like, duh?! who else would be your biggest fan?" he chuckles, hugging you back.

"just think about it… me as the best impressionist ever and you as dj pombo: o brabo, o terrível, o trem bala. the most powerful couple ever, isn't it?" you dramatically move your hands from side to side, embodying the joke's silliness while referring to the video of your partner displaying his music skills, calling himself 'dj pigeon: the baddest, the furious, the faster'.

"and don't forget to quote my nickname as 'big dog: the karaoke's king'! you saw my abilities in the night of new year's eve. we played pagode, funk. i'm an eclectic sir!" with a hand on his own chest, he boasts about himself.

"i did! you're my favorite, honey. coachella sucks for not recognizing your talent! for me, they're cancelled!" you raise your arms up: comical exaggeration is emblazoned on your facial expressions.

"w-what the fuck is coachella?" silence taints the environment. several seconds of analytical chaos, until the loud noise of you guys laughter explodes all over the place.

if other people saw both of you, they'd think you were the most random idiots. that's who the two of you are, though. and you love it!

"dj pigeon's better than them, anyways."

you ask if his day was good and he's ready to know about your mood when, unexpectedly, your gaze is destabilized like glass shattering into incalculable fragments. the fragility of your temperance, by hormonal ripples, is exposed. richy would realize this in the midst of a huge crowd.

therefore, your disappointments are poured. a flowing stream. richarlison has never been the greatest expert in verbal demonstrations, but he always stands out in the art of providing support, comfort and loyalty. you can't do practically anything on your own anymore and he's present to show that's not a reason to be considered weak. he just wants to be included in the whole thing, even in the unfortunates of pregnancy.

richarlison decides to prepare a bath for you. with your arms around his shoulders, he helps you to sit down against the cold material. the soap bubbles are spread while the shampoo's aromatic liquid is poured and rubbed over your hair strands.

"i'll make a mohawk in your hair, minha princesa. you know i'm pratically a professional at this. vai ficar zika!" he promises it'll be the coolest hairstyle you've ever seen, asking you to close your eyes for a surprise. the mohawk sprawls twice, making him mumble bad words and complain like a grumpy kid.

richy also insists that it's possible to build a soap foam's castel on your tummy. you offer him help and encouragement in the process, but he ends up not getting it and a soft pout radiates his features.

"why is it falling apart? i was almost there!"

"it's a bunch of foam, my one. that's why!"

richy combs your hair, then. using his short nails to leave tingly traces by your scalp, massaging your temples and planting kisses in the area. after dinner — which was your favorite dish, accompanied by dessert and all your wishes — richy decides to give you a massage.

using the moisturizer, richarlison helps you to control the swelling in your lower members, before he start playing with the cream on your belly.

"here, amor… it's like i never failed in arts before. you can even call me the picasso of this generation… but hey, what is the right way to say it? voi… voi– what?"

using the substance to 'paint' on your skin, he makes abstracts forms that, theoretically, shape the portrait of the two of you, the dogs and the babies as a family. your heart is warmed by the infinite purity. your mind already captures the types of similar moments your partner will share with your little miracles. the family is growing and knowing that it won't take long for you to witness and be part of these future nostalgias is the most valuable gift. it's the living proof that a superior force exists. having richarlison in your life is so much more than just being lucky.

"it's 'voilà'! and picasso? he can't hold a candle to you, meu anjo. who's that man, actually? well, i don't know! but i know you're an artist, you're the man!"

"i'm an artist, i'm the man!" richarlison pretends to be waving for an invisible public, as if he was a royalty's member. joining the joke, you clap and whistle while the dogs bark in tune with the kind of celebration for no rational reason. "as a payback, i'd dedicate this masterpiece to the teacher who failed me, but i remembered the teacher was my uncle, so…"

"how about your sassy ass uses all this energy to get the tambourine in the closet and cheer up the babies?" you call him by the nickname that his relatives from nova venécia created.

he plays some brazilian songs to them and you have fun to the point of even trying to dance samba and pagode with richarlison. these little acts promote life changing memories.

"richy, do you think i'd be a good dancer of these brazilian rhythms?"

"hum… actually…"

"i'll take that as a yes!"

10 PM. tiredness is getting closer, but this does not prevent richarlison from doing his fixed routine characterized by communication between him and the babies.

richy lays next to you, his fingerprints evidencing the glorious delight of feeling your structure. the texture of your skin bringing euphoria to his touch. kissing the entire dimension of your face, his hands goes to your stomach: giving you adoration, appreciation.

"richarlison jr. and sophy. sophy and richarlison jr. i never thought i could be attached to people i can't even see or touch. i've never felt a love like this and i don't think i ever will. i don't know everything, but i bet you both are the most expected babies in this world. inexplicably, dad and mom loves you. she's carrying you guys, these two little miracles, with a lot of affection, strength and perseverance. she's inspiring! she's incomparable!"

teardrops are falling on your cheeks and you put the blame on the pregnancy sensitivity. however, you know this is all subjective by the fact that your soul is totally given to richy. so you kiss him. it's like feeling the sacred vividness journeying inside your lungs, for the very first time. it's like feeling you've never been alive until now. too crudely, as if it all depended on that.

"i love you! i love our twins!"

those oaky eyes, with greenish details, observing through your soul. noses touching, breaths intertwined. interlaced fingers, tangled legs. this is what you are: family.

and in one of the ways you call your babies, he replies:

"i love you more and i'm crazy over these little nuggets."

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Hey guys ! I'm taking a little break for now because of my studies but I do tend on writing very soon, in the meantime y'all can ask me anything , or tell me stuff <333

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hey please dont get mad but can u use appropriate tags for your posts? if you dont write abt jb anymore dont take up space in that tag.. sorry if it sounds rude

Oh yes ofc ! You're not rude at all :))

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Summary: your husband is playing in the world cup so you couldn't miss his game <33

You were so happy that richarlison got to play with brazils national football team, it was his first time playing there so you encouraged him as much as you could.

Unfortunately you didn't get to attend his first games because of work, you couldn't just leave work because you were an important person there, and they always needed you, richarlison was comprehensive but felt bad nonetheless, he begged you to go with him but he knew that you couldn't.

You watched every game of his on TV from work, and you showed him off to your friends and the people who work with you because you couldn't help it, especially when he dedicated his goals to you while making your initial with his hands and a heart.

Richarlison on the other hand couldn't stop thinking about you, he always hoped you were watching and supporting him, and he dedicated every goal to you, even his teammates got tired because of how much he talked about you , all his teammates knew you, and had previously met you , they loved you and thought you were the perfect match for richarlison.

The day before the game between Brazil and Siberia, richarlison texted you but you didn't answer, he first thought that you were too busy at work so he brushed it off, but when he called you and texted multiple times and you still didn't answer he got worried, like really worried.

He started pacing around the room , "what's wrong with you dude" vini asked , "she hasn't texted or called yet, I'm starting to worry" he replied honestly, "when did you last text her?" Paquéta asked , "like 4 or 5 hours ago" "she might be busy, or hanging out with her friends" neymar said, "no I don't think so, even when she's very busy she finds time to call or even text, she never didn't have time to answer my text ".

The guys managed to convince him that you were okay and that he doesn't need to let it get into his head because they have an important match tomorrow, but rich couldn't let it go he just prayed to God that you were okay and safe.

On the day of the match they were warming up , and on their break they were talking and laughing to lighten the mood up.

Before the game by like 20 minutes rich and ney were talking when someone tapped richarlison's shoulder "sorry to bother you but I'm such a big fan and I wanted an autograph", it was a girl's voice, he then noticed vini and paquéta smiling while neymar started chuckling a little bit.

"Yes of cour- " that's when he turned around and saw you, you were wearing his jersey with the biggest smile on your face, "SUPRI-" before you could finish your sentence you felt yourself swinging in the air.

"Rich put me down!" you were laughing so hard that your stomach hurt, he put you down and rested his forehead against yours "I was so worried about you meu amor" he managed to say, "sorry love I couldn't answer because I was on the plane" you giggled , he then smashed his lips against yours, you felt like you were on cloud nine, "don't ever do that to me again" he whispered against your lips, "I won't I promise, but aren't you happy that I came?" You said teasingly, "oh you don't know how happy I am anjo".

After you both had your cute moment it was time for the game to start and you were cheering richarlison as hard as you could, and when he scored the scissor kick you yelled on the top of your lungs, and he of course dedicated that goal to you while making a heart and blowing you a kiss.

After the game, you couldn't stop kissing rich because of how happy and proud you were, you of course congratulated the whole team, that's when neymar nudged richarlison "Hey don't thank me it's because of this pombo that we managed to win" he said with a smile on his face.

After that day you promised yourself that you'll attend all of richarlisons games just to see his smile while seeing you there.

Writers note: AAAA I hope this is what you wanted 😭🙏🏼 and I hope you like it, love you sm lovelies 💗

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can you write one during the World Cup and reader is here to support him?

Ooohh yes I have the perfect idea !

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The Death Toll of the Earthquake that hit Turkey and Syria may have reached 20,000 people, and that’s outside of all those who are injured and lost.

If you could donate PLEASE do!!!

Here’s a post full of charities you could donate to, but I’ll add my own trustworthy ones here:

Islamic Relief:  teams are on the ground right now providing emergency food assistance, shelter, medical supplies to hospitals and clinics, as well as blankets and tents for those made homeless by the quake in Turkey and Syria

Molham: The team at Molham are currently on the ground helping displaced families in Turkey and Syria who have been affected by the earthquake   

The White Helmets: The team are on the ground in Northwest Syria searching for survivors and removing the dead from the rubble.

MSF: remaining in close contact with the local authorities in northwestern Syria and with the authorities in Turkey to extend their support where it’s needed. They’re providing essential life kits to displaced people in the region

please PLEASE reblog. Syria and Turkiye need our help!!!

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I need more requests guys !😭❤

Y'all need to send me more requests cuz I'm waiting ✋🏼😭

I'm in my wanting to write as much as I can era 🙇🏽‍♀️ richarlison needs more recognition and I'm here to feed all the richarlison lovers ❤