#Angel de la Paz

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[angeles-y-demonios-terrenales]

Suelta, porque el tiempo sigue avanzando y es tu decisión, cuánto tiempo desperdicias sujetando cosas que no te hacen bien.

Alejandro Jiménez.

Sinestesia

[wreckedandjealous]

[comunidadanamcara]

Te AYUDARAN muy Rápido los ÁNGELES De La PAZ │TIENES Que CONOCERLOS  🔥RAYO ORO RUBI + DECRETO YO SOY  ► COMUNIDAD ANAM CARA

ESTO ES PARA TI, SEGURAMENTE NO SABES CUANTO TE PUEDEN AYUDAR LOS ÁNGELES DE LA PAZ Y EN CUANTAS SITUACIONES DIFÍCILES TE HAN DE SALVAR ! MIRA ESTE VIDEO ES PARA TI. FINALIZAMOS CON UNA GRAN INVOCACIÓN PODEROSA ORACIÓN - ESTAS LISTO? ESTÁS LISTA ?

✴️  Estos ángeles pertenecen al rayo metafísico oro rubi, es el rayo de Lady Nada y donde se encuentra el ARCÁNGEL URIEL el cual es el director de todos éstos seres de luz angelicales. La fuerza y poder del rayo ayudan a que los ángeles se manifiesten en tu vida. Es momento que te comuniques con los ángeles y recibir su ayuda.✴️

[fragmentos-literarixs]

Hey angel.

Oye ángel, aún sigo procesando el hecho de que te fuiste de este mundo y que ya no volveré a verte. Miro al cielo y no puedo evitar preguntarme si estás bien, si estás en paz, o si estás reflejado en un lindo arcoíris.

Oye ángel, la gente no entiende el dolor que siento. Es cierto que ya no era tan cercana a ti cómo lo era a los 12 años, sin embargo, no hay duda de lo mucho que significaste para mí. En una etapa tan difícil y extraña como lo es la preadolescencia, tú estuviste ahí junto a otros cuatro chicos para hacer que todo en mi vida fuese más bonito.

Oye ángel, aún tengo recuerdos de ti en memoria. Recuerdo que siempre suspiraba por tus lindos ojos. Recuerdo lo mucho que me hizo gracia cuando dijiste que te daban miedo las cucharas. Recuerdo lo mucho que quería ser esa “Georgia Rose”. Recuerdo el dolor que sentí cuando vi al grupo entero desintegrase, pero lo mucho que fui feliz cuando te vi sobre salir por tu cuenta.

Oye ángel, a pesar de que sentí decepción por tus malas acciones del pasado, me duele saber que viviste tus últimos días en este mundo lidiando con una gran ola de odio. En tu última canción reconociste tus malas acciones de la manera más humana y sincera, sin embargo, eso no fue suficiente para la gente.

Oye ángel, lamento mucho que tu partida haya sido de esa manera. Si tan sólo todo hubiese sido mejor para ti, si tan sólo hubieses tenido otra oportunidad, o sin tan sólo te hubieses ido de una manera digna…

Gracias por todo lo que hiciste por mí, y por muchas más personas en el mundo. Tu recuerdo vivirá por siempre en mi corazón. Descansa en paz, Liam.

— Rose Noire.

[cher-rei]

pablo gavi smau [ P.G ]

summary: a documentation of your life as the messi family's adoptive daughter leading up to a surprise relationship reveal

masterlist

notes: posting this like this isn't based on my gavi fic that's in planning... the oc's name is sofía btw (translated spanish!!)

fía.pérez

liked by pablogavi and 2 234 563 others

fía.pérez la vida en este momento con mi chica favorita 💌 (life at the moment with my favourite girl) [tagged: aurorapaezg]

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aurorapaezg 😘 [liked by fía.pérez]

pablogavi dejar a mi hermana en paz desafío: ir (leave my sister alone challenge: go)

→ fía.pérez deja de ser celoso desafío: ve (stop being jealous challenge: go)

user guys I just saw two pretty best friends...

user when are gavi and sofía not arguing though, like can we be fr 😭

user they make it so easy to ship them and I'm so here for it

user it's over once when see antonela or messi in the comments 😔

fía.pérez

liked by anotenelarocuzzo and 1 172 111 others

fía.pérez ciro + fía = <3

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antonelarocuzzo mis bebés ❤️‍🩹 (my babies) [liked by fía.paréz)

leomessi mateo dijo que está mejor 😭 (mateo said that he's better)

→ fía.pérez en sus sueños 🙄 (in his dreams)

pablogavi ¿Y por qué no me invitaron??? (and why wasn't I invited???)

→ fía.pérez bueno, tal vez si hubieras respondido a mi llamada habrías (well maybe if you answered my calls you would've)

pedri los amantes se pelean (lovers quarrel)

→ fía.pérez sal de mis comentarios ahora mismo... (get out of my comments right now)

pablogavi @pedri me das asco. (you disgust me.)

pablogavi

liked by pedri and 897 382 others

pablogavi exponiendo mi angel 🤭 (exposing my angel) [tagged: fía.pérez]

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fía.pérez estás muerto gavira. (you're dead gavira) [liked by pablogavi]

pedri ¿¿subtítulo?? (caption??)

ferrantorres ¿¿tu que?? (your what??)

user excuse me 😃

user HELP?? SOFT LAUNCH??

fía.pérez

liked by leomessi and 1 223 311 others

fía.pérez él realmente está aquí firmando las camisetas de todos mientras yo estoy allí 😒 (he's really out there signing everyone's shirt while I'm right there) [tagged: pablogavi]

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pablogavi puedes tener el mío en su lugar 😉 (you can have mine instead)

→ fía.pérez preferiría morir ☺️ (i'd rather die)

pedri los odio tanto a ambos (I hate you both so much) [liked by fía.pérez]

user I don't even know if I'm delusional anymore

→ user girl I'm just here for the vibes, they're too cute to leave

fía.pérez

liked by pablogavi and 1 722 111 others

fía.pérez el chico en la pantalla es algo lindo 👀 (the guy on the screen is kind of cute)

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aurorapaezg estás bromeando ¿no? (you're joking right?) [liked by fía.pérez]

pablogavi conozco a alguien que es al menos diez veces más lindo (I know someone who's at least ten times cuter)

→ fía.pérez ¿ah, de verdad? (oh really?) [liked by pablogavi]

ferminlopez @pedri hermano, ven aquí (bro get over here)

user we're getting closer!!!

user am I supposed to be screaming or crying rn??

pablogavi

liked by fía.pérez and 891 199 499 others

pablogavi mi vista favorita 👀❤️‍🩹 (my favourite view) [tagged: fía.pérez]

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fía.pérez he visto mejores de cerca (I've seen better upclose)

→ pablogavi imposible mi amor (impossible, my love)

pedri ¿puedo finalmente dormir en paz ahora? (can I finally sleep in peace now?)

→ pablogavi nunca (never)

ferminlopez ¡¡vamos!! (let's gooo!!) [liked by pablogavi)

user screaming, crying, throwing up

user YESSSS!! I'M CONVULSING

fía.pérez

liked by leomessi and 2 321 112 others

fía.pérez mi niño bonito ❤️ (my pretty boy) [tagged: pablogavi)

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pablogavi ¡¡no es justo!! no puedes llamarme tu chico bonito tan casualmente (that's not fair!! you can't call me your pretty boy so casually)

→ fía.pérez por supuesto que puedo (of course I can)

antonelarocuzzo te tomo bastante tiempo (took you long enough)

→ fía.pérez fue un proceso ¿vale? 😭 (it was a process okay?)

pedri yo todavía te odio (I still hate you)

→ pablogavi nada nuevo (nothing new)

user is this what heaven feels like?

[looooochie]

𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸 + 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 | héctor fort

summary: hector fell for his friend's sister.

pairing: hector fort x guiu! reader

y/n your average teenage girl, her life was pretty boring, but there's one part about about it that wasn't boring.

Yeah, she was the younger sister of Marc Guiu. Yes. Marc Guiu Paz.

For some reason, whenever she was seen at the Estadi Olímpic, they always thought of Hector Fort.

Well, if anything, she and Hector were completely DIFFERENT.

You might think, Hector is into the type of girls who wear black, wear short dresses, makeup, yeah.

But, this is how Y/N's style is.

She liked the color pink, liked wearing pants most of the time. Liked Melanie Martinez, liked drawing, and vice versa.

But she was actually Hector's type.

Marc invited his teammates/friends over and everytime this happened, he asked her not to go in his room.

Well, let's see what happens now.

y/n's pov:

I SAT ON my bed, kicking around because my phone was dead, and I wasn't allowed to go in Marc's room.

But as you already know, I wanted to feel like a rebel, and sneak in there. I rolled on the floor, slithering like a snake out of my room and heading to Marc's.

Luckily, the door was slightly open so I could get in there. Without being noticed, actually.

From what I could see, Marc and his friends, were sitting on his bed.

Marc was the one playing the game and one wad sitting on his gaming chair, and the other was sitting on the floor.

I slither on the carpet amd get ready to scare my brother. God, I was gonna get him so good.

I popped up from behind him, practically jumpscaring him, and put my hands on his shoulders.

"BOO!" I say, as Marc gently screamed at dropped the controller, which paused the game.

He stopped for a few seconds before turning to me, looking pissed and he crossed his arms.

"Hermana, ¿no te dije que no entraras en mi habitación cuando mis amigas están cerca? (Sis, did I not tell you not to come in my room when my friends are around?)" he said, still pretty upset.

"Oh, entonces así será, ¿eh? ¿No puedo entrar a la habitación de mi hermano sin su permiso? Sí claro. (Oh, so that's how it's going to be, huh? I can't go in my brother's room without his permission? Yeah, right.)" I responded, putting an arm on his shoulder.

"Aquí hay algunas palabras simples. No entres a mi habitación cuando mis amigos estén aquí. (Here are a few simple words. Don't come into my room when my friends are here.)" Marc replied, slapping my hand off his shoulder.

"Ah, bueno, adiós entonces. (Oh well, bye then.)" I shrugged, and went on my way to my room again.

"Esperar! (Wait!)"

I look back to see Hector, it looked like he tried to get my attention.

"¿Quieres jugar videojuegos con nosotros? (Do you wanna play video games with us?)" Hector asked me, he then scooted up a little on Marc's bed and motioned for me to sit next to him.

Marc had his mouth open in shock. I smile and go to sit next to Hector, then Marc looked at me with an annoyed expression.

"Sólo tienes suerte porque Héctor está aquí. Nunca más volverás a sentarte en mi cama. (You're only lucky because Hector is here. You're never going to sit on my bed again.)" he said, glaring at me.

I simply ignored it, and began playing video games with Lamine, Pau, Hector and Marc.

2nd person's pov:

EVER SINCE THAT day, Hector somehow always managed to convince Marc to let him hang out with you. And you slowly started to develop feelings for Hector, it was a slow process.

I mean, who wouldn't fall in love with him?

He's got the face of a practical angel, brown hair, dark eyes, what else?

You were watching all of Melanie Martinez's music videos, on repeat to be precise. Then you got a text for Hector.

(DA HECK-)

Ey

y/n

sí?

meet me at the park

por qué?

come on, just do it

fine

You ran to the park to see Hector sitting there. You waved at him and he waved back at you and you ran towards him, and laid on the grass with him.

"So, what was so important?" you asked, sitting up on the grass.

"Uh y/n.. I have to tell you something." he replied, taking both your hands, and cupping them together.

You blushed, not having a clue what was happening.

"Look, I've been meaning to tell you this for a really long time. I'm sorry if it's too sudden but, I.. like you Y/N. You don't have to like me back if you don't I understa-" you cut him off by hugging him tightly and then cupping his cheeks.

"Yo también te amo, Héctor." you replied, and began kissing him gently.

You ran your fingers through his hair and his arms around your waist. This felt magical, amazing, good, the list is endless.

Hector and you pull apart, blushing madly.

"If you're wondering 'What am I gonna tell Marc' Don't worry amor, I'll tell him so you won't have to." Hector said.

"Gracias." you reply, and pull him into another hug.

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tagging: @hectorth <3

[projetovelhopoema]

Eu não gosto do meu sorriso, mas eu amo quando ele se abre por simplesmente olhar para ela. É como se a gravidade falhasse, mesmo que só por um instante e tudo o que eu sou começasse a orbitar em sua volta. Nesses momentos não importa o caos ao redor, as conversas que se perdem em barulhos ou vozes agitadas; o relógio que insiste em correr depressa demais, porque há um silêncio doce que paira entre nós e ele faz meu coração respirar devagar, só para acompanhá-la. Os pequenos detalhes que a compõem têm uma magia inexplicável, quase ingênua, angelical, mas que acerta fundo despertando sentimentos e prazeres inigualáveis. O jeito que seus olhos se apertam de leve quando ela sorri de volta ou o modo como seus dedos traçam círculos despreocupados em volta do copo que está segurando ou como ela dança feliz quando come algo que gosta, tudo isso parece mover as paredes invisíveis de gelo que construí ao meu redor. E então, como um reflexo inevitável, o meu sorriso surge. Eu sei que ele é torto e que os dentes não são perfeitos, mas nesse instante ele parece certo, porque é verdadeiro, porque eles vêm da alma... Porque eles são para ela. O amor se revela nas coisas simples, como o instante de um sorriso espontâneo, nascido de um olhar de quem nos entende sem palavras. Talvez esse seja o segredo, eu sorrio porque ao olhar para ela a minha alma encontra um descanso, uma morada, uma paz que não existe em outro lugar. E eu, que nunca gostei do meu sorriso, descubro nele uma beleza sutil e escondida, porque é o rosto dela que o traz e tem sido ela que o faz viver e resistir todos os dias.

— Diego em Relicário dos poetas.

[3ultimoslatidos]

Tu alimentas mi alma y mi paz y motivas mi morbo y locura.

Sabes ser angel que me cuida y me brinda cariño y tambien demonio que sacia mis deseos insitandome a la lujuria, haciéndome pecar con el roce de piel con piel entre locura y pasión...

[lizveroworlds-blog]

Aún guardo el sabor de la pasión en el beso de mis labios

que sin mesura probaron de tu ser

esa savia madura que a mi cordura enloquece.

En cada rincón de mi piel vive el fuego ardiente

que desgrana el instinto brutal de tu ego que se ensaña con mi cuerpo.

Perforas en mi vientre una y otra vez fecundando mi deseo de permanecer siempre perteneciéndote.

Es tu aliento induciendo al mío a vibrar tan alto,

en el silencio donde convergen nuestros sueños de hacer realidad estas fantasías, que tenemos.

Entrega que se vuelve repentinamente adicción, no basta un encuentro para dejar en paz el alma,

abrumador es el sentimiento que se empeña continuamente en que seamos uno siempre.

Pd. Un vivaz encuentro que nos arrastra.

Angel Liz

CorazóndeÁngel

Instinto

[ultravioletqueen]

Me making an au based on the Bible and Adam and Eve? It's more common than you think🤷

I decided to make this self-indulgent au called "graves of eden" based on stories like those of adam and eve and the aus of @evilmenshoe80 and third wife au of @yurnu

Now on to the lore of this au!

After what happened with Adam and Eve, heaven was about to completely abandon the "Eden project", however there was a faction that wanted to give the project of having humans in heaven a second chance and this faction ended up gaining the favor of the elders. , so they began to experiment with creating humans.

Andrew was first created using dust, dirt, red flowers and ashes, he would be the new and "improved" Adam for the project, his duty would be to choose a wife with which to create the divine and unstained version of humanity.

Ashley was created shortly after, they used the same powder they used to create Andrew and added pink poppies and red flowers, she was not created as a partner for Andrew (there is no incest here, gentlemen, only toxicity between sibilings) but as someone who would love him. keep him company so they will create a wife for him, if Ashley behaved well they will create a husband for him.

Julia was created using clay and yellow flowers, she would be a wife option for Andrew (and for the angels she is the best option since she is more wifey material) and possible new mother of humanity, she tries to keep peace between everyone the inhabitants of the garden and hopes to be chosen to be the new Eve, more for the aspect of being loved than for the title.

Nina is the last woman to be created, using clay and leaves, she is the second candidate to be Andrew's wife, she is the most inexperienced as she is recent so she receives a lot of attention from Andrew (much to Ashley's displeasure and worries of Julia).

Xabier would be created years after several unfortunate events related to Nina's death, he would be Julia's new husband and the new father of humanity.

This au would include 3 ships, being ashlia(ashley x julia), andrelia(andrew x julia) and xablia(xabier x julia), with xablia being the endgame.

(Español)

¿Yo haciendo un au basado en la biblia y en adan y eva? Es más común de lo que piensas🤷

Decidi hacer este au autoindulgente llamado "graves of eden" basado en historias como las de adán y eva y de los aus de @evilmenshoe80 en y en third wife au de @yurnu.

¡Ahora vamos con el lore de este au!

Tras lo ocurrido con adan y eva el cielo estuvo a punto de abandonar por completo el "proyecto eden" sin embargo había una facción que quería darle una segunda oportunidad al proyecto de tener humanos en el cielo y esta facción terminó ganándose el favor de los mayores, así que se pusieron a experimentar con la creación de humanos.

Andrew fue creado primero usando polvo,tierra, flores rojas y cenizas, el sería el nuevo y "mejorado" adan para el proyecto, su deber sería escoger una esposa con la cual crear a la versión divina y no manchada de la humanidad

Ashley fue creada poco después, usaron el mismo polvo que usaron para crear a andrew y le agregaron amapolas rosas y flores rojas, ella no fue creada como pareja para andrew(aquí no hay incesto señores, solo toxicidad entre hermanos) sino como alguien que le hiciera compañía en lo que le crearán una esposa, si ashley se portaba bien le crearían un esposo.

Julia fue creada usando arcilla y flores amarillas, ella sería una opción de esposa para andrew(y para los ángeles ella es la mejor opción y que es más wifey material) y posible nueva madre de la humanidad, ella trata de mantener la paz entre todos los habitantes del jardín y espera ser escogida para ser la nueva eva, más por el aspecto de ser amada que por el título.

Nina es la última mujer en ser creada, usando arcilla y hojas, ella es la segunda candidata para ser esposa de andrew, ella es la más inexperta al ser reciente por lo que recibe mucha atención de andrew(para el desagrado de ashley y la preocupación de julia).

Xabier sería creada años después de varios eventos desafortunados relacionados con la muerte de nina, el sería el nuevo esposo de julia y el nuevo padre de la humanidad.

Este au tendrá 3 ships principales, siendo el ashlia(ashley x julia), andrelia(andrew x julia) y el xablia(xabier x julia), xablia será la pareja definitiva.

[garbinge]

Opening Up (3)

Angel Reyes x OC Isabeth ‘Izzy’ Flores 30 Day Fic Challenge (20/30)

Word Count: 3.2k A/N: Sorry I missed uploading two days! I've been in a bit of a mental rut and just haven't opened my laptop but back at it with the rest of these 30 day fics :)

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Angst. Trauma. Bad Thoughts. Series Finale Spoilers. Mentions of blood, violence, abuse, assault, murder. Arguments. Heavy topics discussed.

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie @kmc1989 Continuation from Wanderlust (1) and Library Day Care (2)

Despite the summer months being well and over, the sun hadn’t really gotten that memo. The coastal heat in La Paz was still just as brutal in October as it was in June. Angel spent most of his day outside in that heat, but he didn’t mind the slightest. This job brought him everything he needed. Besides the paycheck, the job gave him a place to live on premise. A modest two bedroom cottage that although could have been toured in less than a minute due to it’s size, was exactly what the two Reyes boys needed. Maverick wasn’t exactly in the market for a huge room being only 2 and with the extra cash Angel was bringing in and using to spoil his young son, it would have soothed the desire anyways. It was much better than the house he had been renting before, and now he only paid a fraction of that, only having to shell out for the utilities, not the space itself. The location of the ranch overall felt like he was in his own planet, so far away from the world he used to be in. It was peaceful, it was beautiful, it was honestly everything he could ask for, but it didn’t stop the memories from sneaking their way in. As he’d work in the field, throwing seeds or harvesting things, his mind would suddenly start to sneak away from the task at hand. At first it’d be peaceful, thinking of Maverick, how his day at the library was going, how big he’d been getting. Then it’d move to dinner, what he planned to make or pick up, then it’d quickly go from there to the kitchen in his childhood home, where he’d remember his mother cooking for them, talking to them about the steps she’d take to make the perfect meal, he’d see himself, as a kid, at that kitchen table watching his mother intently, then see his brother, not far off from Maverick’s age on the seat across from him. It’d be almost instantly where the scene of stabbing the knife into his gut flashed in his mind, which would follow by the gurney with his father being brought out, and his mother on the floor of the carniceria. He’d try and shake the thought, bring himself back to the nature surrounding him and his list of tasks. When it’d be time to move onto the livestock pastures, or repairs, he’d be relieved. Those two tasks tended to keep his mind off his thoughts, it’s why he’d always jump at the mention of them.

As he’d head down to his truck to drop Maverick off at daycare, he’d always stop into the main office to get his list first. The de Valle family had welcomed the Reyes boys with open arms. The matriarch of the family, Paulina, always mentioned how her and her mother would gladly watch the boy if ever needed while Senor de Valle himself even mentioned bringing him to the few school field trips that would come to see the farm. They’d often ask him down to dinner on the weekends, and sometimes he’d oblige and join the family and other farm employees. 

Currently he should have been picking up today’s list and making his way down to his truck with Maverick to drop him off at daycare but, today was a little different. Angel had already woken up early to get started on a few things that were always better to get done before the sun was up. With Maverick asleep, and a baby monitor on full blast at his hip, doing the work in the few fields in his backyard was his way of getting a jump start on his day. Until the thoughts got the best of him and time became nonexistent. Angel stood practically frozen as he remembered the blood all over the floor, it became like a wallpaper in his brain, EZ’s voice echoed in his head. “Tell your boy about me. Tell him about mom.” It was then that the bloodied wallpaper in his head turned to a different one, one with more memories tied to of him as a boy. The shop, where he practically grew up, ruined by one instance. He couldn’t help but to worry that what his mind was, ruined by the instances that he could blame no one but himself for. Selfish worry quickly turned outwards as he thought about his own kin, how would he grow up, would he be ruined by the memories of his past, the memories his father gives him? It was then that the crying from the baby monitor pulled Angel back to the weeding he was currently doing. As he came more to it, he saw the sun rather high and it was at that moment, he realized, he was late. 

Quickly he ran back to his cottage, mere feet away and went to the bedroom where Maverick had woken up rather crankily. “It’s okay, shh, it’s okay, daddy’s here.” Angel quickly bounced the boy up and down in his arms before moving to get him changed and ready for the day. His eyes constantly glanced at the clock now as the minutes passed and the later he became. 

His normal entrance into the library of holding Maverick’s hands and lifting him a couple inches off the ground was not possible in this moment, he replaced it with a quick pace so he could get to the children’s section quicker. 

“You’re late.” A familiar voice spoke up without even looking at Angel. Izzy was heads down into some paperwork at the children’s circulation desk, the sign in sheet still sitting on the counter but looking almost full. 

“I know, I’m sorry, I got–” Angel stopped as he realized what prevented him from being on time. “I lost track of time.” He moved Maverick to one arm as he quickly put his information on the sign up sheet. 

“You know, I pass the ranch on my way into work. We could pick Maverick up for you. Even drop him off.” She still wasn’t looking at him, her focus was on the stuff in front of her as she moved a few stacks of papers around and continued writing things down. 

“I couldn’t ask that.” He shook his head, adjusting Maverick in his grip. 

She smiled at that, “Good thing you didn’t ask.” 

“Izzy.” He said as his head fell to the side begging for her to be serious for a moment. 

That made her look up and almost widen her eyes as she took in the sight of him. He had dirt everywhere, his shirt, his face, his arms, and his eyes looked tired and tormented all at once. 

It was instinctual to ask immediately if he was okay or what happened, but she bit her tongue and just stepped out from behind the desk to take the young boy into her arms. 

“I live in La Huerta, right of 286. I pass El Ranchitos everyday, it’d be no issue to add 5 minutes to my commute to pick Maverick up and drop him off.” Her voice was sincere but serious too. 

Angel clearly didn’t know what to say, so Izzy just kept talking. “Look, you don’t have to make the decision right now, I’ll bring him home tonight and you can let me know then. I’m happy to do it.” 

Angel just nodded, still stuck in whatever frozen state his body was in but just when Izzy was about to ask him if he was okay to drive he was quickly planting a kiss to Maverick’s head and moving right back the way he came in. 

____

Izzy pulled up to the ranch to see Angel waiting at the entrance, leaning on his truck. He pointed to where she should park and jogged over to her driver’s door and opened it for her. 

“What service they have here at El Ranchitos.” She joked as she stepped out of the two decade old Xterra. 

“It’s what they hired me for, welcoming service.” Angel joked back and looked over the car. “Nice ride.” 

“Thanks, it was my dad’s.” She hung off the door frame of the car as she looked at it. “Been through a lot but I keep her as up to date on repairs as I can.” 

Angel peaked in through the open door to see both kids in the backseat and waved. Maverick kicked his feet and giggled, waving back quickly at his dad and then pointing to the girl next to him and saying her name a few times. “Abrielle, Abrielle, Abrielle!” 

Angel let out a chuckle. “You guys have time for a quick tour of the farm?” He turned to ask Izzy. 

“Yea, don’t see why not.” She shrugged and closed the door before opening the back seats to get the kids out. 

“You can let ‘em roam. Maverick kind of knows where to and where not to go, Abrielle will stick close to him anyways.” He said as they began the trek up the dirt road. 

Angel showed them the livestock barns, the open grazing fields, showing the kids horses, goats, and cows. He let them sneak into the garden, and made each one of them promise to not say anything because Senora De Valle took her greenhouse very seriously. And after that, he picked a couple strawberries for the kids as well as Izzy. They ended their tour at the general store, which was closed but Angel had a key. 

“Figured, you could grab whatever you wanted for dinner.” Angel lifted his hands up and pointed around the store. “My treat, as a thank you for today.” 

“I thought that’s what the tour was for.” Izzy was already looking around at what she wanted to grab for dinner for her and her daughter. 

Angel just laughed and shook his head, grabbing his own food and then placing a hundred dollar bill near the cash register, which Tatiana, the store manager would have known was Angel’s doing. 

“We can eat up at my place, it’s a two minute walk from here.” Angel pointed up the hill.

Izzy nodded, giving her young daughter a piece of food to hold and eat as she trekked up the hill. 

“Holy shit.” Izzy mumbled under breath as she reached the top of the hill to see Angel’s small cottage, more open fields, and the most beautiful sky as the sun began to set. 

“Ain’t bad, right?” Angel laughed before nodding his head so the woman would follow into the home. 

It wasn’t long until the kids were passed out on the couch, the remnants of their different dinners all over the bar counter where Izzy was currently sitting sipping the last of her soda while Angel leaned up against the back counter of his kitchen, the fridge directly to his right, and the living further out to his right. 

“You want a drink?” Angel used his foot to kick open the fridge, and leaned forward slightly to look in at what he had. “Have beer, wine, water…” He began to name off. 

“Cerveza, por favor.” She spoke so fluently it took Angel by surprise hearing it, he was so used to talking to her in English. 

He grabbed one for himself and pointed to the sliding door connected to the living room. “Sit outside?” He asked, already walking over. 

Izzy followed him, still in awe of the view he had here. 

“It’s pretty amazing isn’t it?” He plopped down on one of the lawn chairs that sat on the small patio deck. “Hard to believe this is my life sometimes.” 

“I get that feeling.” Izzy was nodding as she slowly moved down to sit in the chair and looked out across the field. 

“I’m sorry about this morning.” Angel brought the beer just shy of his lips before he apologized and then quickly brought it to his mouth right after to stop any other words from coming out. 

“You think anymore about my offer?” As hard as it was to not look at how beautiful the sky was, Izzy pried her eyes away to look at Angel. 

“Feel like all I ever do is think.” Unlike her, Angel couldn’t look over at her, his eyes were still looking out at the field, the very field where everything started this morning. 

“Well maybe you should turn that thinking into talking.” Izzy had a bit of an attitude in her voice, not a harsh one, but more of an obvious one. 

This got Angel’s attention. His head snapped to look at her, a confused frown filling his face, clearly picking up on the tone. 

“All I’m saying is, it’s not good to keep it bottled in. The thoughts. You gotta get them out.” She shrugged, casually bringing her legs up to sit criss crossed in the adirondack chair. 

“And you?” Angel matched the tone she had earlier. “Who do you talk to?” 

“God–sometimes.” She tossed her head back and forth and smiled “Myself.” She nodded so confidently. “I journal.” At those last two words she had pointed her hand with the beer in it like it was a forgotten thought. 

“You tellin’ me I should journal?” His eyebrows were furrowed but also raised. 

“I’m tellin’ you,” she mocked his language before returning to her own, “that you need to do something. Keeping it inside is going to kill you.” 

Angel laughed at that. The idea that now, where he was at in life, his thoughts would be the thing to kill him. Not an enemy, not his club, not the cartel, but his own fucking thoughts. 

“You suggestin’ I talk to you?” His voice had humor in it, it was deflection and Izzy knew it which is why she didn’t give in to it. 

“Doesn’t seem like you have many other options.” She turned her head to sarcastically look around. 

Angel smirked again, deflection still coursing through everything in him. “But you talked to yourself, or God.” He was leaning forward now, his hands resting on his knees, almost as if he was antagonizing the girl. “Oh and your journal.” He pointed to her copying exactly what she did earlier. 

Izzy stood up, finishing the beer in a huge chug before turning around and staring Angel down directly in his eyes. “I did that shit because when I came here, I had no one. It was me and my newborn. So yea, Angel, I made due with what I had.” She broke her eye contact and went back inside, tossing the empty bottle in the recycle bin and moving to grab her daughter from the couch. 

“We’re gonna head home.” She stepped back out onto the patio, her bag on one shoulder, and an asleep child on the other. 

Angel realized he fucked up the minute she was getting up. His head was starting to hurt between the thoughts and what just occurred. And now the headache was filled with regret and stress. 

“Give me a minute, let me just put him in his crib and I’ll walk you to your car.” Angel didn’t let the woman answer, just stepped inside and quickly moved Maverick to his bedroom before meeting Izzy back outside. 

The walk down to the car was silent, only the sounds of the birds and bugs as the night started to settle around them along with the crunches of the dirt below them. As they approached her silver SUV, the sounds escalated to car doors opening and the clicks and snaps of car seats and seatbelts. 

“Hey, look. I’m sorry.” Angel spoke up when Izzy was turning back around from strapping Abrielle in and lightly closing the car door. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Refusing to make eye contact she moved from the back seat to the driver’s door. 

Angel grabbed the door as she opened it, hoping his hand resting on the frame would get her to stop for a minute and look at him. “It’s just hard. I come from a place of not being able to trust anyone, trusting the wrong people, and just keeping a lot internal so it’s just tough for me.” 

Izzy turned around now, her body was inches away from Angel, the tension growing immensely as she stared up into his eyes, trying to fully grasp what he meant and was saying.

“My father was killed by a cartel hit squad, the person that killed him was looking for me, because I was pregnant with his child and planning to run away.” 

It was a sentence that lacked any detail at all, it was simply fact and really only said to make a point. Angel was lost for words, he could tell Izzy had a past, but he hadn’t expected it to be that dark. 

“So when I say I get it, Angel, I get it.” 

It was then Angel realized that she already knew, she knew where Angel came from without him having to say a word. She might not have known the names and the logistics but she could pick out the similarities between them easily.

“I was in an MC–motorcycle club, we had a deal with a cartel–worked for them, it ended bad. Lost my family, everyone except Maverick.” Angel offered up his story, similar to Izzy’s lacking all the detail but just something so she knew he was open to talking to her. 

The silence felt heavy and very apparent to Angel after he spoke up. His thoughts racing a mile a minute, was this the wrong decision, should he not have said anything. But then Izzy cut through that tension. 

“Looks like we have a lot in common.” Her face was still stiff, it was a side of the girl he hadn’t seen but he realized it was likely a part of her that was entirely who she was for a while based on what she told him. 

“If you’re up for it still, I’d love to take you up on what you said, picking Maverick up and dropping him off?” 

“Depends.” Her looked hardened even more. “Are you done?” Angel wasn’t sure what she was asking and apparently his face said that for him because she spoke up again. “Is that part of your life done, Angel? The MC, the cartel?” 

He felt sick thinking about it, all the death, the blood, the loose ends tied up. “It is.” 

“I can’t get involved in that again.” Her face had loosened up from his answer, but she still wanted to make her point clear. 

He nodded and then frowned. “Involved?” 

That’s when a small smirk flashed across her face for a moment when she looked down at the ground but then straightened out when she looked back up at him. “Yea my offer depends on if you plan to actually treat me to a proper dinner on your back patio.”  Angel’s eyebrows raised, a little in shock and the corner of his mouth turned up as he nodded.

“Yea, yea I think we can arrange that.”

[caviarsonoro]

Pēteris Vasks :“Lonely angel”,meditation for violin and strings (Daniel Rowland )

“Lonely Angel” de Pēteris Vasks es una meditación para violín y orquesta de cuerdas que combina una profunda introspección espiritual con una técnica compositiva que bebe tanto del minimalismo como del post-romanticismo contemporáneo. Escrita en 1999 y revisada en 2006, esta obra refleja una marcada dualidad emocional: la búsqueda de consuelo y esperanza frente a la tristeza y el sufrimiento del mundo. Vasks, conocido por su música emocionalmente intensa y conectada con la naturaleza y la espiritualidad, logra crear en esta pieza una atmósfera que parece trascender lo terrenal, como si el oyente acompañara al ángel solitario en su vuelo contemplativo.

La estructura de "Lonely Angel" es fluida y expansiva, careciendo de secciones claramente delimitadas. La obra comienza con un tessitura orquestal estática y delicada, donde las cuerdas despliegan un fondo armónico sereno, construido sobre pedales armónicos sostenidos que recuerdan las texturas del minimalismo. Sobre esta base, el violín solista irrumpe con una melodía lírica y expansiva que se eleva hacia los registros más agudos. El violín, como representación del ángel, canta con un legato puro y expresivo, generando un contraste dinámico y emocional frente a la tranquilidad de las cuerdas. La sencillez de la línea melódica es aparente, pero está cargada de una profunda intensidad emocional que expresa soledad, amor y un deseo de reconciliación.

A medida que la obra progresa, la relación entre el violín solista y la orquesta se vuelve más compleja y emocionalmente tensa. Vasks utiliza recursos como crescendo y diminuendo prolongados, así como momentos de clímax que rompen momentáneamente la calma inicial, introduciendo disonancias suaves y tensiones armónicas que subrayan el conflicto espiritual presente en la narrativa musical. En el clímax, el violín alcanza notas altísimas con un sonido casi etéreo y desgarrador, mientras la orquesta intensifica su acompañamiento con texturas más densas. Hacia el final, la música vuelve a la serenidad inicial, con una coda apacible y contemplativa, donde el violín y las cuerdas se funden suavemente, sugiriendo sanación y esperanza. Esta resolución no es triunfal, sino más bien un susurro de consuelo, como si el ángel finalmente encontrara un espacio de paz en su vuelo solitario.

[cookiepookye]

•|| Fluttershy 💐✨🦋

Aquella pony que con un trueno está nerviosa, también se encuentra con las demás!

Pese a ser temerosa, ella da lo mejor de si dentro del grupo. Permanece dentro del refugio, se niega a salir, lo hará cuando sea necesario. No tiene un rol definido pero apoya a los ponys más pequeños en estar tranquilos, igual que a los animales que han llegado o han sido rescatados desde un inicio, Flurryheart pasa bastante tiempo con ella, se siente en paz y en parte le recuerda a su madre.

Fluttershy está preocupada por su conejo angel y por discord, ninguno la acompaño a este viaje, pero por petición de ella, sabe que discord es capaz de todo pero esta es una situación sumamente más delicada que en ocasiones anteriores.

De todas formas, siempre está para apoyar y consolar a cualquier pony que se sienta igual de abrumado que ella.

[deepinsideyourbeing]

Con todo el contexto de la infancia de Enzo yo haría justicia poética y nombraría a la beba paz o esperanza (dale flaca solta casi angeles)

No vi Casi Ángeles, era team Patito Feo :)

Igualmente un nombre es para la bebé de 2-3 años y otro para el bebé en camino 🤭

[notasfilosoficas]

“La memoria no es lo que recordamos, sino lo que nos recuerda. La memoria es un presente que nunca acaba de pasar”

Octavio Paz

Octavio Irineo Paz Lozano, fue un poeta ensayista y diplomático mexicano, nacido en la ciudad de México en marzo de 1914. Se le considera uno de los mas influyentes autores del siglo XX y uno de los grandes poetas de todos los tiempos.

A los pocos meses de unirse su padre al ejército zapatista, su madre lo llevó a vivir a la casa de su abuelo paterno a Mixcoac, un poblado cercano a la ciudad de México, en donde vivieron un tiempo para posteriormente asilarse en Los Ángeles con la representación de Emiliano Zapata en los Estados Unidos.

Su padre trabajó como escribano y abogado de Emiliano Zapata y estuvo involucrado en la reforma agraria que siguió a la Revolución.

Octavio Paz recuerda su imposibilidad para comunicarse, en Los Angeles, fue víctima de burlas por no hablar inglés y después, cuando regresa a México.

Su padre participó como diputado en el movimiento vasconcelista, y aunque Octavio no participó en él, comulgó con el ideal que lo guiaba. Estudió en las facultades de leyes y de Filosofía y letras de la Universidad Nacional, y en 1937 se casó con la escritora Elena Garro abandonando sus estudios para realizar junto con su esposa, un viaje a Europa en donde entraría en contacto con Cesar Vallejo y Pablo Neruda, y en donde fue invitado al Congreso de Escritores Antifascistas de Valencia.

Hasta finales de 1937, permaneció en España en donde conoció a  Rafael Alberti, Antonio Machado y Nicolas Guillen, así como a importantes poetas de la generación del 27. Escribió numerosos artículos en apoyo a la causa republicana.

En 1938, tras regresar de Paris y Nueva York , Octavio Paz vivió en México, en donde colaboró con los refugiados republicanos españoles, especialmente con los poetas del grupo Hora de España.

A finales de 1943, Octavio Paz recibe una beca Guggenheim para visitar los Estados Unidos, y hasta 1953 residió fuera de su país natal.

Al concluir la Segunda Guerra Mundial en París después de ingresar al servicio exterior mexicano, entra en contacto con Benjamin Péret y establece una gran amistad con André Breton, alejándose del marxismo y el existencialismo, y acercarse al surrealismo.

En la década de los 60, regresa al servicio exterior mexicano y es destinado como funcionario en la embajada mexicana en Paris, y de 1961 a 1968 en la embajada de la India, terminando su carrera diplomática en 1968 cuando renunció como protesta contra la política represiva del gobierno mexicano de Gustavo Diaz Ordaz. 

Durante la década de los 70, ejerció la docencia en universidades americanas y europeas y en Mexico funda diversas revistas como Plural y Vuelta.

En 1990 se le concedió el premio Nobel de Literatura como un reconocimiento a su ejemplar trayectoria a las letras hispanoamericanas, reconocimiento que le haría obtener mas tarde los premios Cervantes en 1981 y El Príncipe de Asturias de Comunicación y Humanidades en 1993.

La vasta producción de Octavio Paz se encuadra en dos géneros: La lírica y el ensayo. Su poesía se adentró en los terrenos del erotismo, la experimentación formal y la reflexion sobre el destino del hombre. En su obra poética, Paz entroncó con la tradición surrealista, el contacto con lo oriental y la alianza entre el erotismo y el conocimiento.

Con el surrealismo descubre el poder liberador de la palabra y con la valoración de lo irracional, la posibilidad de devolverle al lenguaje unas dimensiones míticas.

Octavio Paz muere en abril de 1988 en Coyoacán en la ciudad de México a los 84 años de edad. El escritor había sido trasladado por la presidencia de la República en enero de 1997 ya enfermo, luego de un incendio que destruyó su departamento y parte de su biblioteca en 1996.

Fuente Wikipedia y biografiasyvidas.com