#Aquella return

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Nine days a little too late💀 but here's Pedri's birthday fic!🎉 also not me inspiring this fic with the quesillo and torta de auyama I helped my mom do last week🤭 also I'm sorry if this is a bit shitty I need to get back into writing ASAP😭😭 Please let me know your thoughts on this one😭😌

Warnings: Spanish swearing, lots of mentions of sweets (?), Pepi is whipped for reader, I didn't revise this so bare with me😭 let me know if there's any grammar mistake pls also it's a bit shitty, sorry😭😭😭

A New Diet - P.G8

Summary: Your love for sweets eventually brings you to the guy of your dreams

You didn't remembered when you started loving sweets so much, maybe you had it in you since you were little or maybe it was when you first got your period, only a big amount of chocolate could calm down your anxiety; maybe it was after watching bake-off TV shows, you didn't knew when but you did knew that you loved sweets and you also loved making them.

You tried your grandma's recipes, your aunt's, your mom's, the ones you find in internet, the ones you find in magazines and eventually you started adding your own "sparkle" into them, mixing random ingredients, taking off some while adding other ones.

It was that much that your parents got you into a course on baking and pastry-making. You loved it and got a certificate for it, one you felt truly proud of and even marked it to put it on your small living room of your new house.

You had recently moved to Barcelona to finish your degree in veterinary medicine and also to achieve your baking dream, you only had some months in your new house but you loved it, even through the rough patches of not knowing anyone in here.

Well... you did met some people and weren't so lonely now and those people were your mates from Uni and your neighbours which were mostly older people but two lovely and funny brothers who you often talk to when the three of you get out of your houses at the same time.

"¡Bienvenida al vecindario!" (welcome to the neighborhood) They had said once you opened your door making you smile

"Soy Fernando, puedes llamarme Fer and he's my brother Pedro but you can call him Pedri" (I'm Fernando but you can call me Fer) The guy next to him smiled and waved at you lightly

"Hola y muchas gracias. I'm Y/N" You replied softly with a smile on

"Un placer, Y/N. We brought this little gift as a welcome. Hope you like it" (It's a pleasure) Pedri extended a small food container with a smile on

"Thanks! What it is?"

"They're croquetas. Family recipe" Fer explained "I made them and I hope you like them"

"Well, they smell incredible so..." Both brothers laughed lightly and you joined them "I'm pretty sure I'll love them"

"Let us know!" You nodded with a smile

"Pues nada, bienvenida, somos tus vecinos, aquella casa de la esquina es la nuestra y nada... Si necesitas algo, estaremos encantados en ayudarte" (And well, welcome; we're your neighbours, the house at the corner is ours and yeah... If you need something, we'll be happy to help you) Pedri said. He's so pretty, you thought.

You smiled nodding "Muchas gracias e igualmente. Si necesitan algo y está a mi alcance pues estaré encantada en ayudarles" (Thank you so much and likewise. If you need something and it's within my reach then I'll be happy to help)

"Thanks" Fer smiled and they started walking away

"Let us know if you like the croquettes!" Pedri yelled and you laughed softly

You remembered your first meeting when you saw both brothers walk towards their house joking around as you were taking out the trash and suddenly realized that was already four months ago.

They waved at you and you waved back with a smile on your face.

You returned inside your house and settled everything up to do your quesillo, you had your period and everything you wanted was something sweet to ease your anxiety and pain.

Turning up your music, you blasted Rosalía, Karol G and some Taylor Swift while you happily made your quesillo, forgetting about everything. However being too into your own world, you didn't realized you did for more people than you were supposed to do.

"Oh fuck" You cursed lightly "What do I do now?" You asked yourself.

As much as you loved sweets, this was a big portion since you basically duplicated the recipe that originally is for 6-7 people, you didn't wanted for it to go to waste.

Your parents weren't in Barcelona and neither was your brother to give them some quesillo. You could give some to your friends and still a big portion will be left.

You closed your eyes groaning and your mind went to the González brothers.

Would they even like it? Would they accept it? You groaned again and your body acted before you could even think straight.

You went around and looked for a food container to give them some quesillo to them when you suddenly saw their food container. The one you forgot to give back because of your Uni and work.

Now you, at least, had a good excuse to give them the sweet.

Preparing yourself mentally you walked over to their house and knocked on their door only for a few minutes later, Pedri to open the door with a pretty smile on his face.

"Y/N! How are you?" You nodded a bit nervous. You were truly hoping for Fernando, to open the door like he always does.

"I'm good, what about you?" He nods

"I'm great! Tell me, what can I do for you?"

"I-mm... I'm actually here because I did this quesillo and I had some problems calculating the ingredients, turns out I did more than usual and I don't want it to go to waste so I was just wondering if you guys would like some?"

Pedri spent a few seconds in silence and those were the worst seconds for you.

"Sure, yes!"

"Perfect!" You pull the food container towards him "And also, sorry I didn't give it back right away. I'm pretty busy with my finals and with work too" He laughs softly grabbing it

"No te preocupes" (No worries) He winked and you felt like instantly dying right there.

"I hope you guys like it. Let me know how is it!"

"Will do! Thank you so much!" Pedri smiled and you waved walking away, he got inside his house and exhaled looking at the sweet in his hands.

It smells divine. He thought softly.

"Was it Y/N?" Fer yelled from the living room

"Yes!"

"Did you ask her out?"

"No"

"And what did you do then?" Fer asked impressed

"She came by to give us a quesillo"

"Joder, increíble" (Fuck, amazing) Fer inmediately said standing up and taking then food container out of Pedri's hands "All for me" He sang quietly

Pedri lamented not being able to eat it, as soon as he saw the quesillo his mouth watered "Puta madre" Pedri cursed as Fer laughed watching his younger brother leave the room.

One month and half later, Pedri was tired of watching the amount of sweets in his refrigerator and not being able to eat a single piece of them. Thanks to Fernando, you have been doing random pastries, cakes, muffins for you and for them, it made you happy knowing people liked your baking and felt on Cloud 9 once Fer exclaimed you could have your own succeful bakery.

Pedri didn't know how much he has resisted to it but he's sure it won't last long and even more when you were once again stood in front of the González brothers house, with a pumpkin cake in your hands.

"I swear this wasn't suppossed to happen. My aunt asked my help for my cousin's birthday but I overdid the recipe once again and I have this small pumpkin cake-"

"I'm pretty sure it's delicious, thank you Y/N" He smiled grabbing the cake from your hands. Pedri shakily opened his mouth to speak "So... How's-" Your phone ringed

"Shoot. I'm sorry I need to leave, I had these muffins on the oven but let me know if you like them!"

"Do you need help?"

"I-uh... I kinda do but no worries I can do it on my own! You might be busy as well and I don't want to interrupt anything"

"Nonsense" Pedri said "Gimme just a quick second to put this in the kitchen and I'll be right back"

True to his word, Pedri was back to you in mere seconds. You both walked to your house

"Make yourself at home" You had said smiling. "Are you a good kitchen assistant?"

"Bueno, que se me ha pasado decirte que soy un poco lento pero que soy un asistente de cocina decente" (Well, I kinda forgot to tell you I'm a bit slow but I'm a decent cooking assistant) You laughed softly at his words

"That's okay. Esos son los mejores" (Those are the best) You replied "I used to be like that and even worse" You giggled softly

"Practice makes a master" You nod agreeing with him "So... What's my job?" You smile starting to explain him what you need help with.

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"I hope your aunt is paying you for this" You laugh at Pedri's words before you looked over at him and found him with his face (and some of his hair) dirty with flour, you couldn't help but laugh harder. "¿Qué?" (What?) He asks with a small smile

"You have some flour in your face" You clean your hands with a towel ", you look funny" you admit softly

"Ah but that's normal. You do as well" You share a laugh

"You want something to drink? I'm about to make me some coffee"

"No bebo café" (I don't drink coffee)

"Really?" You asked impressed "Maybe some tea?" Pedri shook his head "Juice? Water?"

"Those two can do" You smile nodding starting to work on your coffee and on his drink.

"I also have some cheesecake from Monday. You want a bit?"

Pedri's body froze, he hasn't broke his diet, it takes a lot of willpower for him to quietly leave the room his brother's eating in to your baking.

And he also didn't wanted to make you feel bad for saying no.

"I'm not that hungry actually" He hated the fact, his heart hurt him when he saw how your face fell a bit. And without knowing, yours did too a little bit "I'm sorry, I-"

"No worries, that's okay!" You said smiling softly

"No, you know what? I'll accept it"

"If you don't want it, it's okay" You giggled softly to not make him feel pressured

"I want to" He smiled at you "Now... I'm waiting for my slice of cheesecake"

This time, both of your hearts beat strongly at the sight of each others smile.

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"Joder, you're whipped" Fer said shaking his head

"I'm not!"

"You fell so easily into it!"

"I don't think she realized it but she gave me this pout and her eyes dropped, I couldn't watch her like that!"

"Si, hermano. You're whipped"

"Puta madre" Pedri cursed "Now I have to do double session" He said getting ready for his morning training

"Don't overwork yourself, Pedrito"

"Don't call me that!"

"Ask her out already!" Fer laughed watching his brother get out of their house

"¡Cállate" (Shut up!)

Pedri did wanted to ask you out but he was afraid of your answer, he just didn't knew if you liked him in that way and he didn't wanted to make things awkward between you two.

But as if it was something of destiny you were going out of your house with a backpack. You were going to Uni.

Pedri quickly got into his car and started it, to stop in front of your house. "Need a ride, señorita?" (Miss)

"Yes, please. I'm way too late" You smiled and he laughed nodding his head for you to get inside. "Buenos dias" (Good morning) You said leaning forward to hug him "¿Qué tal todo?" (How's everything?) He nods smiling

"¿Tu que tal? ¿Acaso se te han pegado las sábanas el día de hoy?" (How about you? Didn't wanted to get out of the bed?) He joked and you lightly groaned

"I was up all night studying for this exam, it's worth about the 35% of the whole grade and I'm freaking nervous" You admited ", plus, I kinda forgot to set up my alarm so that's the reason I'm looking like a mad woman and I didn't had time to revise my notes" You huff "But let's say I'm good"

"Don't stress so much about it, I know you'll do fine and you'll smash this exam" Pedri reasured you with a smile

"You have a lot of faith in me"

"Que eres muy inteligente, guapa. A veces te subestimas demasiado" (You're very smart, beautiful. Sometimes you underestimate yourself so much)

"I just get really nervous, I've never failed any of my classes and I have this scholarship so I have to be the best of the best"

"And you are. Stop stressing so much, you'll get wrinkles" You blush and laugh shaking your head

The rest of the drive was spent with you talking of random things and listening to the whole "Un Verano Sin Ti" album by Bad Bunny

"Thanks for the ride, Pedrito. You just saved my life" You both hugged each other over the console

"Anytime, Y/N" He smiled watching you pick your things and leave his car. Before you got inside the building, three car honks stopped you. As you turned around you saw Pedri still there and looking at you

You went back to him "What's up?" You said leaning into the drivers window

"Are you free this weekend?"

You nod lightly "I am... why?"

"Wanna go out with me?" You were shocked hearing those words came out of his mouth but at the same time, you were so happy

"Sure, I'd love that" You smiled and he smiled back

"Perfect, I'll text you so we can talk about it" You nod once more

"Good, nos vemos Pepi" (See you)

"Nos vemos, guapa" (See you, beautiful) You blushed once again and separated yourself from his car, turning around you went inside the building

You were walking to your exam when you felt your phone vibrate and saw a text from Pedri

Pedro G: Por cierto, estás muy mona cuando te sonrojas (By the way, you're pretty cute when you blush)

You smile and giggle shaking your head at your phone, replying with a small Sush🙈

And with that you entered with confidence into the classroom

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Two months later

"Estás muy guapa el día de hoy" (You're looking gorgeous today) Your now, boyfriend of one month said looking at you with a smile

"You're exaggerating. I'm covered in eggs and onions"

"Still very guapa" He gave you a small kiss to your lips before entering inside your house "Need help with something?"

"I've got it covered, lindo. Thanks tho" You smiled washing your hands before getting into what you were doing "What are we watching today?"

"Creed?" You think of it for a few seconds and then nod lightly

"Only because we saw Me Before You last week" He laughs softly

"What are you doing?" His arms wrapped themselves around your waist and Pedri brought you into him

"I'm cooking for my brother's date tomorrow night"

"You sure you don't need help?" He kissed your cheek and you smiled resting against him

"I'm almost done, give me just a few minutes and then I'm yours"

"Can I at least do the popcorns?" You smile nodding

"Top left shelf"

A few minutes passed and you finished what you were doing. You wrapped the food and pulled it in a food container into the refrigerator as Pedri was munching on some popcorn

"You will not leave for the movie"

"There are a lot" He brushed off your comment while putting some in front of your mouth

"They're good, baby" Pedri nodded

"I know, I'm the best"

"Oh shut up, come on"

"Amor, do you like football?" He asked out of nowhere as you got the movie ready

"I'm not much into it, to be honest. Why?"

"Would you like to come with me and Fer to a match?"

"Will you teach me every single thing of football so I don't look like a foreign?" He laughs nodding

"Of course" You smiled at each other

"Then sounds good" You nod happy "What are you doing tomorrow, amor?" You ask him

"Nothing important, why?"

"Can you accompany me tomorrow to get some copies I need to get done for Uni?"

"Sure. What time, amor?"

"Maybe around 2pm?"

"I'll be here" Pedri nodded "Shall we start?" You don't say anything but click on the start bottom before you cuddled up to him

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"Hey Fer"

"Y/N!" He said excited hugging you "How are you? My brother has kidnapped you" You blush lightly

"I'm doing well, dear. How about you?"

"Good, good!" He smiled "How can I help you?"

"Is Pedri here? He's supposed to accompany me to do something right now" He shakes his head

"He's in training right now"

"He's training?" Fer nods "For what?"

"This weekend's match"

"What match?"

"Football match?" He asked back confused

"He's playing?" He nods

"He's a football player, Y/N/N" You were confused

"Right, yes, of course!" You said "Well, thanks Fer and sorry the bother!" You jogged back to your house

You instantly went to your phone and searched for Pedri González, to your surprise a photo of your boyfriend came up along with the name of FC Barcelona. Your boyfriend is a FC Barcelona player.

Copies can wait, you decided, Pedri had somethings to explain. And that he did, as soon as he got to your house. You let him know that the door was unlocked and that you'll be waiting for him.

"Amor, I'm sorry, I got caught up on-"

"Pedro "Pedri" González López, is a Spanish professional footballer who plays as a midfielder for La Liga FC Barcelona and the Spain NT" You read from your phone as soon as you see him coming to the living room "And then there's a picture of a guy who looks just like you" You look at him serious "Why didn't you told me that?"

" I can explain that to you"

"Please do"

Pedri sighed "I didn't tell you because I wanted you to like me for me, for Pedri not because of Pedri the football player from Club Barcelona" He sighs "It's not often when I don't have people trying to get my attention just because of fame or money. I'm just a simple guy living his dream and I want for everyone to treat me like that. I liked you from the moment I knew you and when I saw you didn't even recognized me for being Pedri the football player and cared for just Pedri, I wanted to keep that going and protect you from that world. You're my safe space"

"Pedri, I don't really care if you're famous or not and you know that"

"I know and I was eventually going to tell you this weekend after you see me playing" He winces now thinking of his idea "It might not be my best idea but I truly wanted to tell you because I like to think that we can have a long road together ahead of us"

"You're trying to get your way out of this with sweet words" He laughs softly

"I don't. That's what I truly think" you stayed silent for a few minutes

"You have some other secret I should know about?"

"No" He said shaking his head. You smiled and went to him kissing his lips

"Don't lie or hide things from me again, please. I think the same way but I want us to be honest with each other" Pedri nods

"Will do" Pedri smiles leaning down to kiss your lips

"Would you teach me some football right now?" Pedri nods smiling wide

"Let's go, bonita"

"But before that... Wanna have some chocolate muffins?"

Pedri secretly winced before nodding "Not one, not two... give me three of those"

He couldn't break his diet but for you he would.

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"So..." You begin "How do I look?" You turn around with your boyfriend's name on your back

"Gorgeous" That's what he said smiling "The eight looks really good on you" You smile turning to face him with blush covering your cheeks "In fact, everything looks good on you"

"Well, wish I could say the same" He opens his mouth in disbelief.

"I can't believe it" You laugh kissing his cheeks

"Vamos, amor. You are needed" You grab his hand and led him through the door "Hopefully you win tonight 'cus I made a winning cake for you" He laughs

"We will win" Pedri says "But we also know that winning or not, I will eat it" You smile nodding "Let's go to Montjuic!"

You both got into the car and Pedri drove off, it's your first time in a stadium, so you were pretty nervous.

"Call me or Fer. He told me he's already here" You nod taking in Pedri's words. "If you need anything let him know"

"I will" You said smiling "Go ahead and score some goals"

"They'll be for you" You blush and push him lightly for him to start walking

"Go. I'll be fine" with doubts Pedri started walking away only for him to walk back to you and kiss you softly before out of nowhere, leaving you in the hall.

You followed his intructions and soon you were in the yards along with the fans. Your eyes scanned the crowd and quickly divised Fer.

"Hey" You say getting closer to him

"Hey! Happy to see you here!"

"Happy to be here!" You hug

"You know what this match means?"

"Pedri told me something among the lines of El Clásico?" Fer nods

"Our worst rival RMA" You nod lightly

"Yeah, he told me those small things as well"

"Did he told you a fight could break out?" Your eyes widen and you cough

"No! Will he be-?"

"He'll be fine as long as the problem isn't with him. A small fact? It never is"

The tension could be felt in the air, you didn't have any idea what could happen. But you did knew the ones with the blue and red shirt were the ones your boyfriend played for and you were going to yell at everything they do.

Match started and it was already rough some players fouling you guys and the ref said nothing. You were complaining the whole 1st time about that while Fer laughed and maybe even recorded you.

You were stressing out, it was minute 88, four fights already displayed in the spam of the 2nd time and no score. Until he did it. De Jong stole the ball from one of the oponents, you still don't know who it was; when De Jong passed it to Gundo and Gundo to Ferran to start dribbling around players and once he was starting to get close to the net, he shot it to Pedri who scored.

He did his natural signature + a wink to your direction

"That was to me" Fer said

"Sure it was" You laughed and joked around with Fer until the game ended

You receive Pedri by his car with a piece of cake, he hissed when he saw the chocolate and it didn't helped that Ferran made fun of him.

"As I have just the recovery session, you have to take a double one to forget about the calories that cake has, good luck on that, Pepi"

"You're just jealous you don't have a girlfriend who bakes for you" Pedri said hitting the back of Ferran's head while the shark laughed "See you, tiburón"

"See you, Pepi" Ferran waved at you lightly as you waved back with a small smile on your face

"Hola guapa" Pedri said wrapping his arms around your shoulders to bring you close to him. You smile taking in the scent of his soap and shampoo

"Hola guapo" You kissed his cheek before leaning up to kiss his lips "Congrats on the win, you did great"

"I felt motivated tonight" He winks at you and you laugh, blushing "However, I'm starving and this cake looks so good to me right now"

"Ah ah ah!" You push the cake back when he tried to reach it "I found out a little something and I just confirmed it"

"What did you find out?"

"You guys have a very strict diet as I could see" Pedri's heart stopped working for a while "And your friend isn't the most quiet when it comes to talk so... Have you really ate all of the sweets I have made for you this past months?"

Pedri got quiet for a while and before he opened his mouth you beat him to it "Honestly, Pedro"

"I didn't..." He said guilty and he watched how your face fell lightly "But I eventually did that time when I was at yours! And I didn't say any kind of lies when I said that they were the best ones!" You sighed softly

"But you could have told me that before!" You said "Now, I feel guilty"

"Why?"

"I was there making and bringing you guys the most sweet stuffs I could ever made for you to try and you had to suffer seeing your brother eat them without a single regret!" Pedri felt his heart grow warm "If you could have told me I have this strict diet, I could have done something different for you because everything I did was mostly for you, Pepi" You admit and he smiles before kissing you softly

"Now you know, amor. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, you were just really excited for me trying your baking out and I didn't wanted to make you feel bad by saying no"

"You have to do double sessions, I still feel bad" He sent you an apologetic smile as you groaned lightly "That's why this cake is for both of us now" You said

"Hey, it was mine!"

"It was" You agree "That was before I learned about your diet. So I made this one" You said "Half it's especially made for you and the other one is for me, like I usually do"

"Did you seriously just made me a piece of healthy cake for myself?" You nod

"And be prepared because now that I'll try more fitness stuff, you'll be the first one to try them out"

"I can't wait for it" He smiled before grabbing a piece of cake with his fingers and eating it, he groaned in delight "So far, try to make the pumpkin cake for me so I can eat it. That was the best one" He munched the cake once again

"Stop eating it"

"This is so delicious, I just can't!" He shook his head "In fact" He pulled out his car keys out and handed them to you "You drive tonight while I eat this masterpiece my girlfriend made for me, thank you"

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[esuemmanuel]

There are people who are so used to the comfort of the prison they have built for themselves that when they are tempted by freedom, they tend to dare to go out a little, just to deprive themselves of the wonderful discomfort of leaving their comfort zone, and so they return to their prison and avoid going out again. For these people there is no happiness, they do not believe in it. In their minds, there is only comfort as a synonym for pleasure or peace (nothing could be further from reality). In reality, they are cowardly people who are afraid to live, but most of all, they are afraid to experience life and all that it entails. Honestly, I don't like people who are emotionally cowardly; those who are incapable of giving themselves the opportunity to question what is inside them or to analyze themselves through art. In the case of writing, no matter how the word is used, a coward will never be able to get out of himself if he does not dare to break his taboos, his irrational ideas and his denying emotions. It is precisely because of the freedom that writing demands that it is an art, because it is a tool that helps to express the human psyche. So why lock yourself in the prison of denial, of fear and of the poison that destroys the intention to express your inner voice? Why lock yourself up in absolute silence?

Hay personas que están tan acostumbradas a la comodidad de la prisión que se han construido que, cuando se ven tentadas por la libertad, tienden a atreverse a salir un poco, sólo para privarse de la maravillosa incomodidad de salir de su zona de comfort, y así vuelven a su prisión y evitan volver a salir. Para estas personas, la felicidad no existe, no creen en ella. En sus mentes sólo existe la comodidad como sinónimo de placer o paz (nada más lejos de la realidad). En realidad, son personas cobardes que tienen miedo a vivir, pero sobre todo, tienen miedo a experimentar la vida y todo lo que conlleva. Sinceramente, no me gustan las personas que son cobardes emocionalmente hablando; aquellas que son incapaces de darse la oportunidad de cuestionarse lo que llevan dentro o de analizarse a través del arte. En el caso de la escritura, no importa cómo se utilice la palabra, un cobarde nunca podrá salir de sí mismo si no se atreve a romper sus tabúes, sus ideas irracionales y sus emociones negadoras. Es precisamente por la libertad que exige la escritura que es un arte, ya que es una herramienta que ayuda a la expresión de la psique humana. Entonces, ¿por qué encerrarse en la prisión de la negación, del miedo y del veneno que destruye la intención de expresar la voz se lleva dentro? ¿Por qué encerrarse en el silencio absoluto?

[iamsherlocked-1998]

Take care of yourself

Song by: Amaia Montero (spanish singer).

"Detrás del tiempo me instalé. Ya ves, ni me quejo ni me quejaré Mi ser, mis recuerdos y alguna canción Son hoy mi premio de consolación".

"After time I settled. You see, I neither complain nor will I do it. My being, my memories and some song today are my consolation prize".

"Y tú, ¿qué has hecho para olvidar? ¿Qué fue de aquella chica del bar? Lo sé, prohibido preguntar Muy bien, seré sincero/a".

"And You, what have you done to forget? What happened to that girl at the bar? I know, forbidden to ask. Okay, I'll be honest".

"Cubrí mis ojos con mis manos...

Y luego imaginé...Que estabas ahí de pie disimulando. Por mí".

"I covered my eyes with my hands...And then I imagined... That you were standing there pretending. For me."

"Cierra la puerta, ven y siéntate cerca Que tus ojos me cuentan que te han visto llorar. Llena dos copas de recuerdos de historias Que tus manos aún tiemblan si me escuchan hablar".

"Close the door, come and sit close. Your eyes tell me that they have seen you cry. Fill two glasses with memories of stories, That your hands still shake if you hear me speak".

"Sin ti, ya podré escuchar A La Buena Vida más Volver a reírme de aquel final En el que el bueno acaba mal".

"Without you, I won't be able to listen to the Good Life anymore. Laugh again at that ending In which good guys ends badly".

"Sin ti ya no regresaré Al lugar donde te conocí Lo sé, prohibido recordar Muy bien, seré sincero/a".

"Without you I will not return To the place where I met you. I know, forbidden to remember. Okay, I'll be honest".

"Cubrí mis ojos con mis manos...

Y luego imaginé...Que estabas ahí de pie disimulando. Por mí".

"I covered my eyes with my hands. And then I imagined... That you were standing there pretending. For me."

"Cierra la puerta, ven y siéntate cerca Que tus ojos me cuentan que te han visto llorar. Llena dos copas de recuerdos de historias Que tus manos aún tiemblan si me escuchan hablar".

"Close the door, come and sit close. Your eyes tell me that they have seen you cry. Fill two glasses with memories of stories, the hands still shake if you hear me speak".

"Tú cuídate, aquí yo estaré bien Olvídame, yo te recordaré".

Llena dos copas y vamos a bailar tú y yo.

"You take care of yourself, here I will be fine. Forget me, I will remember you".

Fill two glasses and let's dance you and me.

gif by @pedropcl

[sissy-frydda]

Una noche hace algún tiempo, mientras leía mi libro, mi esposa comenzó a preguntarme si me había duchado con mis compañeros del club, es decir... Si los había visto desnudos. Cuando dije que si, se puso enérgicamente a tomar prendas del closet y me las tiró por encima.

"Cariño quiero verte con esto puesto, ahora mismo! Vamos a tener una noche especial!"

Supe inmediatamente que estaba exitada y me intrigada el morbo que la motivaba. Cuando volví al dormitorio con aquellas ajustadas bragas y el baby doll, ella ya jugaba con su vibrador.

"Vamos a jugar un juego cariño, vamos a averiguar cual de tus amigos tiene la verga más hermosa"

No me dejó esconder el bulto, hizo que quedara hacia arriba ajustado por la braga, para que pudiera ponerse duro. Me hizo poner en cuatro y presionando el glande del vibrador contra mi culo comenzó a preguntar: "Quién la tiene más gruesa? Acaso es Jhon?” con su mano libre apoyada en mi verga que comenzaba a ponerse rígida.

“Dime cariño, quien tiene la mejor pija de tus amigos?” Entonces me acorde del Pequeño Bill, y de la poderosa ereccion que tenía mientras miraba desnudo las fotos que tenía Jhon de su esposa en la taquilla. Bill nunca supo que vi aquella verga gruesa y venosa erecta y a plena potencia mientras se masturbaba con la foto de Loly, la mejor amiga de mi esposa. Ahora sus manos iban haciendo a un lado mis bragas y comencé a sentir el grueso glande siliconado forzar mi estrecha entrada, yo quería resistirme pero sabía como terminaba aquello. "Quién es?” y me penetro 🍆🍑, un gemido profundo se me escapó, amaba como hacía aquello." BILL!!! grité, el es quien la tiene más hermosa! Y vi como mi esposa se arqueaba en un poderoso orgasmo. Mi cuerpo entero respondió y explote en leche caliente sobre mi vientre.

"Deberíamos invitar a Bill a cenar algún día cariño"... Me dijo

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One night some time ago, while I was reading my book, my wife started asking me if I had showered with my clubmates, I mean... if I had seen them naked. When I said yes, she energetically grabbed clothes from the closet and threw them over me.

"Honey I want to see you in this, right now! We're going to have a special night!"

I knew immediately that she was excited and I was intrigued by the curiosity that motivated her. When I returned to the bedroom with those tight panties and the baby doll, she was already playing with her vibrator.

"Let's play a game darling, let's find out which of your friends has the prettiest cock" She didn't let me hide the bulge, she made it stick up tight by the panties, so he could get hard. She made me put on all fours and, pressing the glans of the vibrator against my ass, she began to ask: "Who's thicker? Is it Jhon?" with her free hand resting on my cock that was beginning to stiffen,

"Tell me honey, who has the best dick out of your friends?"

Then I thought of Little Bill, and the powerful boner she had while looking at John's naked pictures of his wife in the locker. Bill never knew I saw that thick veiny dick erect and at full power while he masturbated to the picture of Loly, my wife's best friend. Now her hands were pushing my panties aside and I began to feel the thick silicone glans force my tight entrance, I wanted to resist but I knew how that would end.

"Who is it?" and she penetrated me 🍆🍑, a deep moan escaped me, I loved how she did that.

" BILL!!! I screamed, he is the one who has the most beautiful! And I saw how my wife arched in a powerful orgasm. My entire body responded and I exploded in hot milk on my belly.

"We should have Bill over for dinner sometime honey"... She tell me.

[forkingandcountry-if]

"Merivale Room??? Was that Aquella, and does that mean anything, like his return?" Or is the MC like his champion?

I'm keeping schtum on this.

You'll just have to find out, did that feel like a god?

I'd recommend replaying and seeing the differences between a godless mc and a zealot mc on that route, it doesn't provide any clear answers but it gives you more with which to make your own answers.

[jazzandother-blog]

Jaco Pastorius with Jimmy Page at The Lone Star Café, New York City 1985 (audio here)

Jaco Pastorius (bass, vocal, keyboard), Jimmy Page (lead guitar), Kenny Gwyn (guitar), Scott Brown (keyboard), Chris Slade (drums), Jerry Gonzalez (tp, perc) (audio here)

(English / Español)

Led Zeppelin guitarist Jimmy Page recalled a jam session he had back in the '80s with the late Jaco Pastorius, the legendary jazz bassist known for his innovation and use of the fretless bass.

"On this day in 1985, I went to see Jaco Pastorius at The Lone Star Café in New York. ⠀⠀

"Jaco was accompanied by a drummer he'd accessed from The Village Voice Musician's Column. Needless to say, this drummer from the small ads was having a bit of a problem keeping up with the powerhouse Jaco Pastorius, who was illustrating the complete textbook to the various approaches of electric bass.

"Jaco invited me up and I had a jam with him but more importantly, Chris Slade, The Firm's drummer also got up to jam, relegating the current drummer to a table in the club.

"After about four numbers, I returned to our table to witness a tremendous synergy and understanding of Jaco's playing from Chris who remained for the rest of the set. That night I got to understand what an experienced and passionate drummer Chris Slade could be.

"And also what a monster of a player Jaco Pastorius was."

Jaco died on September 21, 1987, at the age of 35 after being severely beaten up by a club owner in Florida.

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Jimmy Page, guitarrista de Led Zeppelin, recuerda una jam session que tuvo en los años 80 con Jaco Pastorius, el legendario bajista de jazz conocido por su innovación y su uso del bajo sin trastes.

"Tal día como hoy de 1985, fui a ver a Jaco Pastorius al Lone Star Café de Nueva York. ⠀⠀

"Jaco estaba acompañado por un batería al que había accedido desde The Village Voice Musician's Column. Huelga decir que este batería de los anuncios pequeños tenía algunos problemas para seguir el ritmo del poderoso Jaco Pastorius, que estaba ilustrando el libro de texto completo a los diversos enfoques del bajo eléctrico.

"Jaco me invitó a subir y tuve una jam con él, pero lo más importante es que Chris Slade, el batería de The Firm también subió a hacer una jam, relegando al batería actual a una mesa del club.

"Después de unos cuatro números, volví a nuestra mesa para presenciar una tremenda sinergia y comprensión de la forma de tocar de Jaco por parte de Chris, que se quedó durante el resto del set. Aquella noche comprendí lo experimentado y apasionado que podía llegar a ser el batería Chris Slade.

"Y también lo monstruoso que era Jaco Pastorius".

Jaco murió el 21 de septiembre de 1987, a los 35 años, tras recibir una fuerte paliza del dueño de un club de Florida.

Text excerpted from: Ultimate Guitar

[broadway-dave]

were heading into breakup szn and you know your homie davey s-moneys got you covered with another banger of an anthem

lyrics (+ translation) under the cut!

El tiempo que pasó se lo llevó la vida Solo queda tu aroma con la cama destendida Recuerdos se apoderan de mi mente Un vaso con un tequila caliente

Y el dolor haciéndonos compañía Y yo que pensaba que no dolía

¿En dónde está tu amor? ¿A dónde se marchó? ¿A dónde se esfumó aquella esperanza de que vuelvas? Y es que solo el sabor de tus besos me llega

Y lo que sucedió que a la gente le asombre Y es que lo que me hiciste, en verdad, que no tiene nombre ¿De qué sirve tu adiós?, si ya no volverás Aquí te esperaré, si piensas regresar

Y, si piensas regresar Aquí te voy a esperar, mi amor

¿En dónde está tu amor? ¿A dónde se marchó? ¿A dónde se esfumó aquella esperanza de que vuelvas? Y es que solo el sabor de tus besos me llega

Y lo que sucedió que a la gente le asombre Y es que lo que me hiciste, en verdad, que no tiene nombre ¿De qué sirve tu adiós?, si ya no volverás Aquí te esperaré, si piensas regresar - The time that passed by was taken away by life,

Only your aroma remains with the bed unmade,

Memories take over my mind

A glass of hot tequila;

And the pain keeping us company,

and here I thought it didn't hurt

Where is your love?

Where did it go?

Where did that hope of you returning disappear?

And only the taste of your kisses reaches me

And what happened that surprised people,

And what you did to me, truly, has no name,

What good is your goodbye, if you're not coming back,

Here, I'll wait for you, if you plan to return

[And, if you plan to return,

I'll wait here for you, my love,]

Where is your love?

Where did it go?

Where did that hope of you returning disappear?

And only the taste of your kisses reaches me

And what happened that surprised people,

And what you did to me, truly, has no name,

What good is your goodbye, if you're not coming back,

Here, I'll wait for you, if you plan to return.

[groriatrevi10xx]

...Ciudad y Pueblos/City and Towns...

✨Mundo Oscuro✨

✨Ciudad Central-Central City:

"Desde el nacimiento del Mundo Oscuro, la ciudad central ha existido... El primer alojamiento de las primeras brujas y donde se encuentra el castillo.../Since the birth of the Mundo Oscuro, the central city has existed... the first accommodation of the first witches and where the castle is located...

También lo llaman el Nido de las Brujas, un lugar luminoso y enorme... Donde todo brilla en la noche eterna, con sus faroles y suelos de cemento.../They also call it the Witches' Nest, a bright and huge place... Where everything shines in the eternal night, with its lanterns and concrete floors..."

🌿Jardín de la Muerte-Garden of Death:

"Un Pueblo apartado que fue creado de la nada, por muchas Brujas pacíficas que preferían la luz y la paz, lejos de la magia y las peleas que siempre se generaban comúnmente con otras Brujas.../A secluded Town that was created out of nothing, by many peaceful Witches who preferred light and peace, far from the magic and fights that were always commonly generated with other Witches...

Los dragones también vivían en este lugar, desde el Reinado de Hela, la ubicación del Pueblo pasó a estar encima de unas montañas, es muy fácil perderse para llegar allí.../Dragons also lived in this place, since the Reign of Hela, the location of the Town became above some mountains, it is very easy to get lost to get there..."

{Es normal que aquí sólo habitan las brujas, relacionadas con la naturaleza.../It is normal that here only witches inhabit here, related to nature...}

🍬Pueblo de Dulce-Town of Sweet:

"Aunque suene loco, este Pueblo creado por Brujas relacionado ya sea con la cocina, la comida o los dulces… Aunque más dulce que cualquier otra cosa… Tómalo como un paraíso loco, con una casa de dulces y suelos comestibles, ríos de almíbares dulces… Fantástico.../Although it sounds crazy, this Town created by Witches related to either cooking, food or sweets... Although sweeter than anything... Take it as a crazy paradise, with a candy house and edible soils, rivers of sweet syrups... Fantastic...

Suena muy loco... Bastante loco, pero la Reina de aquella época no prohibió la creación de tal lugar... Así que si te gustan los dulces, este es tu lugar para una buena visita.../It sounds very crazy... Quite crazy, but the Queen of that time did not prohibit the creation of such a place... So if you like sweets, this is your place for a good visit..."

{Imagínense las cosas más locas.../Imagine the craziest things...}

⛏️Pueblo Minado-Mined Town:

"Cuando se abrieron las primeras minas, estaban tan lejos de Ciudad Central como el Jardín de la Muerte y Pueblo de Dulce... Tardaban tanto en llegar a casa y volver a trabajar otro día, en ese momento todavía no había transporte ni hechizos para teletransportarse...Todo era tan primitivo.../When the first mines were opened, they were as far from Central City as the Garden of Death and Town of Sweet... It took so long to get home and return to work another day, at that time there were still no transportation or spells to teleport ...Everything was so primitive...

Así que muchas Brujas decidieron mudarse a las minas, no hicieron un Pueblo cerca de las minas, sino que crearon un Pueblo dentro de las Minas... Adornado de minerales y piedras preciosas, el Pueblo cubierto de tierra y piedra, bajo la oscuridad de las minas, con una estructura increíble que sólo los faroles iluminan... Caminos pedregosos y llenos de vías de tren, un verdadero espectáculo.../So many Witches decided to move to the mines, they did not make a Town near the mines, but rather they created a Town inside the Mines... Adorned with minerals and precious stones, the Town covered in earth and stone, under darkness of the mines, with an incredible structure that only the lanterns illuminate... Rocky roads and full of railway tracks, a truly spectacle..."

🔥Infierno Negro-Black Inferno:

"Nadie sabe de dónde surgió la idea, pero crear un Pueblo bajo cualquier fardo de tierra, bajar a lo más profundo del abismo donde no existe el oxígeno... No es que las Brujas necesiten oxígeno... Después de todo en este pueblo lo único que no hay es Oxígeno.../No one knows where the idea came from, but creating a Town under any bale of earth, going down to the depths of the abyss where oxygen does not exist... It's not like Witches need oxygen... After all in this town The only thing there is not is Oxygen...

Dice la leyenda que fue por la indiferencia que nació un pueblo... Lleno de oscuridad bajo tierra, bajando y bajando escaleras, faroles colgados por todas partes... Y al final se ve la lava y el agua cruzando canales... Un maravilloso lugar oscuro, lleno de silencio y paz... Un infierno personal, lo único molesto de este Pueblo... Son las escaleras para bajar al centro de la tierra, al menos hay ascensor.../The legend says that it was due to indifference that a town was born... Full of darkness underground, going down and down stairs, lanterns hang everywhere... And in the end you can see the lava and water crossing channels... A wonderful dark place, full of silence and peace... A personal hell, the only annoying thing about this Town... They are the stairs to go down to the core of the earth, at least there is an elevator..."

⏳Cráneos de Arena-Sand Skulls:

"Algunos prefieren vivir entre la arena y el calor normal de un desierto... Al menos para eso se creó este pueblo, lleno de antorchas incesantes, templos y pirámides... Una combinación de muchas culturas a la vez, un lugar hermoso... Además si te gusta el calor y la arena en tus zapatos.../Some prefer to live among the sand and the normal heat of a desert... At least that's why this town was created, full of incessant torches, temples and pyramids... A combination of many cultures at the same time, a beautiful place... Also if you like the heat and sand in your shoes...

Gracias a la creación de este lugar se creó la Primera lengua y escritura del Mundo Oscuro, aunque se rechazaron varias lenguas y escrituras... La reina de aquella época al final eligió una, fueron muchos los creados que fueron difíciles y eran más dibujos que otra cosa; y más sonidos... Eligió números más simples y fáciles de entender y escribir... Hay un libro que guarda todos los idiomas rechazados, suena interesante, aunque está protegido.../Thanks to the creation of this place, the First language and writing of the Mundo Oscuro was created, although several languages and writings were rejected... The queen of that time in the end chose one, there were many created that were difficult and were more drawings than anything else and more sounds... He chose something simpler and easier numbers to understand and write... There is a book that keeps all the rejected languages, it sounds interesting, although it is protected..."

🌋Pueblo Volcán-Volcano Town:

"¿Como un Pueblo en un Volcán?... Ninguna Reina hasta ahora lo entiende, por mucho que pase el tiempo... Ni siquiera Arma misma lo entiende, aunque al fin y al cabo... El Mundo Oscuro es algo loco y extraño, pero maravilloso... Un hogar para cada Bruja.../Like a Town in a Volcano?... No Queen until now understands it, no matter how much time passes... Not even the Arma herself understands, although after all... The Mundo Oscuro is something crazy and strange , but wonderful... A home for every Witch...

La Idea de un pueblo sobre un volcán surgió de un Caballero, que se quedó en las orillas de uno, exactamente hasta la cima del volcán... Todos la miraban como si estuviera loca... Hasta que muchas Brujas simplemente empezaron a hacer lo mismo, uniéndose a él y construyendo casas dentro del Volcán, hasta convertirlo en Pueblo... Donde la luz abrazadora de la lava ilumina las casas, hay caminos hechos con algunas especialidades, casas y comercios flotando sobre piedras en medio de toda la lava... Un espectáculo loco.../The Idea of a town on a volcano came from a Knight, who stayed on the banks of one, exactly up to the top of the volcano... Everyone looked at her like someone crazy... Until many Witches just started doing the same, joining together to him and building houses inside the Volcano, until it became a Town... Where the embracing light of the lava illuminates the houses, there are paths made with some specialties, houses and shops floating on stones in the middle of all the lava... A crazy show..."

❄️Brillo Frío-Cold Shine:

"Si las tormentas de arena no son lo tuyo, puedes disfrutar de las tormentas de nieve aquí... Llenas de un reconfortante, casi inhumano, fuerte frío cero... Pero las Brujas no son humanas, así que no les importa... Mientras caminan por caminos resbaladizos, caminos de hielo, este pueblo fue creado para aquellos que prefieren un invierno eterno..../If sandstorms aren't your thing, you can enjoy snowstorms here... Filled with a comforting, almost inhuman, strong zero cold... But Witches aren't human, so they don't care... While walking along slippery ice roads, this town was created for those who prefer an eternal winter....

Lleno de hielo y nieve, con carámbanos afilados que sobresalen de los techos y del suelo... Está cerca de las colinas, este Pueblo... Lleno de casas de madera e iglús, con pieles en venta y mucho chocolate caliente por todas partes... No nos olvidemos del pescado congelado, es un lugar iluminado por antorchas y velas allá donde esté, las aureolas boreales llenan el paisaje invernal y los cristales de hielo reflejan la luz a lo largo de cualquier camino rocoso lleno de nieve, o simplemente hielo…/Full of ice and snow, with sharp icicles sticking out of roofs and ground... It's close to the hills, this Town... Full of wooden houses and igloos, with furs for sale and lots of hot chocolate everywhere... Don't forget the frozen fish, it is a place illuminated by torches and candles wherever it is, the northern halos fill the winter landscape and the ice crystals reflect the light along any rocky path full of snow, or just ice..."

🥀Valle de Espinas-Valley of Thorns:

"Se puede decir que este pueblo es elegante... Donde aquí reina el glamour, la moda, las costumbres y muchas cosas así... Casas grandes y lugares demasiado exagerados, con luces de un lugar a otro... Aquí está donde se crearon las primeras modas y donde permanece una Familia importante que juró lealtad a todas las Reinas existentes, la Familia Reyes... Juraron con lágrimas y sangre morir por cada una y ser tan fieles.../You can say that this town is elegant... Where glamor lives, fashion, manners and many things like that reign here... Big houses and places that are too exaggerated, with lights from one place to another... Here It is where the first fashions were created and where an important Family remains that swore loyalty to all the existing Queens, the Family Reyes... They swore in tears and blood to die for each one and to be so faithful...

Este lugar con hermosos escaparates, restaurantes, teatros, museos y muchas cosas más... Podrían ser del gusto de alguna Bruja, es un lugar lleno de espinas afiladas y arbustos venenosos, pisos empedrados pero hermosos, por donde circulan las carretas... Donde brilla la riqueza y la elegancia... Cuidado con cada espina, son el reflejo de la crueldad de un ser y de la envidia más poderosa... Aunque es un gran lugar para vivir y demasiado acogedor, quitando las espinas.../This place with beautiful shop windows, restaurants, theaters, museums and many other things... They could be the taste of some Witch, it is a place full of sharp thorns and poisonous bushes, cobbled but beautiful floors, where the carts run... Where wealth and elegance shine... Be careful of each thorn, they are the reflection of the cruelty of a being and the most powerful envy... Although it is a great place to live and too cozy, removing the thorns..."

🪸Pueblo de Algas Verdes-Algae Greens Village:

"En las profundidades de un mar, en algún lugar del Mundo Oscuro... Un pueblo yace bajo el mar, lleno de algas y peces, donde los corales gobiernan las casas y tiendas construidas... Los caminos son de arena y piedra, faroles con extrañas luciérnagas iluminan el lugar en estas aguas oscuras... Mientras los tiburones patrullan, todo es música y risas bajo estas tranquilas aguas.../Within the Depths of a Sea, somewhere in the Mundo Oscuro... A town lies beneath the sea, full of algae and fish, where corals rule over the houses and shops built... The roads are made of sand and stone, lanterns with strange fireflies illuminate the place in these dark waters... While the sharks patrol, everything is music and laughter beneath these calm waters...

Un Pueblo creado por medusas y aprobado por la Reina de aquella época, ahora bajo el agua viven sirenas, tritones y muchos seres más... Un Pueblo creado para Brujas de este tipo de especies, aunque es un gran lugar para visitar... Cualquiera puede entrar, sólo hay que conocer los hechizos correctos.../A Town created by jellyfish and approved by the Queen of that time, now mermaids, mermen and many more beings live under the water... A Town created for Witches of this type of species, although it is a great place to visit... Anyone can enter, you just have to know the right spells..."

☁️Pueblo del Cielo-Town of Heaven:

"En las alturas, entre las nubes... Desde el infinito cielo oscuro que a veces se llena de estrellas brillantes, sobre todo eso... Sobre las nubes, hay un Pueblo construido en el cielo, las nubes cargan su peso como si fuera nada... Los árboles y la fauna crecen por encima de esas nubes, un espectáculo interesante... El agua cae de las nubes hacia abajo en una cascada brillante, ¿cómo es posible?.../In the heights, within the clouds... From the infinite dark sky that is sometimes full of bright stars, above all that... Above the clouds, is a Town built in the sky, the clouds carry their weight as if It was nothing... The trees and fauna grow above those clouds, an interesting spectacle... The water falls from the clouds downwards in a brilliant waterfall, how is it possible?...

Este Pueblo en las Nubes está lleno de pavimentos de concreto y casas de ladrillo, hermosos parques y observatorios especializados para observar las estrellas... Un hermoso lugar, donde puedes ver casas construidas en las nubes, puentes de nubes y escaleras de nubes... Todo iluminado por hermosos cristales que aparecen colgando de las nubes que allí flotan... Que loco es todo esto, es un lugar donde las estrellas son un poema para el corazón de cada Bruja que aquí vive.../This Town in the Clouds is full of concrete pavements and brick houses, beautiful parks and specialized observatories for stargazing... A beautiful place, where you can see houses built in clouds, cloud bridges and cloud stairs... Everything illuminated by beautiful crystals that appear hanging from the clouds that float there... How crazy is all this, it is a place where the stars are a poem for the heart of every Witch who lives here..."

🌲Bosque Profundo-Deep Forest:

"Es difícil encontrar un Pueblo en todo un Bosque, que esté exactamente ubicado en el bosque pero no sabes dónde y es más difícil si el Pueblo está encima de los árboles... Así es este Pueblo, en algún lugar ubicado dentro de los bosques profundos y oscuros, encima de los árboles y nunca en el suelo, se construye un Pueblo... Donde la agricultura se lleva a otro nivel, encima de los árboles y las macetas... Vaya.../It is difficult to find a Town in an entire Forest, which is exactly located in the forest but you do not know where and it is more difficult if the Town is above the trees... That is what this Town is like, somewhere located within the deep dark forests, above the trees and never on the ground, a Town is built... Where agriculture is taken to another level, above trees and pots... Wow...

Las casas de cada Bruja están construidas en los árboles, como una casa en el árbol... Solo que más grande y más acogedora, hay muchas cosas allí... Es un pequeño pueblo de puentes colgantes y mucha madera, con tarros de luciérnagas iluminando cada rincón del lugar, un pueblo muy conocido por tener una gran agricultura… Aunque no ponen un pie en el suelo y prefieren las alturas de un árbol, no dejan de ser unas vistas increíbles…/The homes of each Witch are built in the trees, like a tree house... Only bigger and cozier, there are many things there... It is a small town of hanging bridges and a lot of wood, with jars of fireflies lighting up each corner of the place, a town well known for having great agriculture... Although they do not set foot on the ground and prefer the heights of a tree, they are still incredible views..."

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G: Mucho Texto, pero también habrá algo similar para el Au de Umbra, pero todavía tengo que escribir.../A lot of Text, but there will also be something similar for the Au of Umbra, but I still have to write...

[indigoesssence]

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♱ . . . 🏍️ .ᐟ

𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖾 "𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗽𝗵" 𝖱𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 . . .

﹫ 𝖢𝟦𝖯𝖲𝟣𝖢𝖫𝖤

‹ MOM'S NUT CAKE ›

“The Things that never can come back, are several -

Childhood - some forms of Hope - the Dead -

Though Joys - like Men - may sometimes make a Journey -

And still abide -

We do not mourn for Traveler, or Sailor,

Their Routes are fair -

But think enlarged of all that they will tell us

Returning here -

"Here"! There are typic "Heres" -

Foretold Locations -

The Spirit does not stand -

Himself - at whatsoever Fathom

His Native Land -.” (Dickinson, E.)




Advertencias: angst y alusión al sword.

Desde que Stephanie había llegado a su apartamento en Manhattan, siempre pasaba frente a una panadería cuyo letrero en su puerta indicaba que llevaba varias décadas siendo la panadería del barrio. La rubia nunca se había atrevido a entrar, por la ventana veía que era una pareja ya grande la que llevaba el negocio y a pesar de que no tenían demasiado parecido físico a sus padres, por alguna razón se los recordaban. Tal vez era el aroma que expedía aquel establecimiento el que le regresaba a las noches en las que su madre les recibía a su padre, a su hermano y a ella con postres; y en las cuales sus padres eran una sola unidad que disfrutaba el tiempo con sus hijos. O aquellas tardes en las que Bucky, su mejor amigo, con su pícara sonrisa le convencía de llevarlo a casa para comer aquel delicioso pastel de nuez que tanto adoraba.

¿Acaso era una cobarde por llevar años sin atreverse a entrar por miedo a los recuerdos que inundarían su mente?, seguramente lo era porque lo hacía desde la culpa de no haber visto más a sus padres después de unirse al ejército. Dicha culpa la carcomía por dentro y la privaba de muchas cosas en su día a día, ¿sus padres estarían orgullosos de ella por todo lo que había realizado en ese casi siglo que había pasado desde su fuga de casa?, ¿o sólo le gustaba imaginar que sí para justificar su nula respuesta a las cartas que le enviaron? Desde la muerte de ambos, la "Capitana América" sólo había pisado el cementerio donde se encontraban el día que descubrió estaban muertos.

Rogers llevaba toda la mañana pensando en su madre, era el cumpleaños de esta y la extrañaba. Quería ir a visitarla al cementerio, pero no quería llegar con las manos vacías, fue así como con el corazón en su diestra y sus llaves en la zurda salió de su apartamento Un ramo de nardos estaba en su mente mientras bajaba las escaleras. —¿O será mejor un ramo de gerberas de colores?—, se cuestionó en voz baja mientras salía del edificio antiguo en el que vivía, un edificio con olor a tabaco, cigarro y olvido.

Una ola de recuerdos de aquella mujer dulce y exigente le invadieron, producto de ello la rubia estaba sonriendo con amargura. Con los años había perdonado todo lo malo que sus padres le habían hecho pasar. Como mujer había empatizado con su madre, pero como hija aún había rencor en su corazón. ¿Estaba mal sí después de tantos años había cosas que deseaba hubieran sido diferentes?, tal vez, pero ese no era ni el día ni el lugar para pensarlo. —Aquí tiene, muchas gracias señora Lili.— Su relación de años con aquella mujer se basaba en una compra semanal de flores, aquella semana era la única en la que había ido dos veces, la primera el lunes por su ramo de flores para su hogar y la segunda el martes por las flores favoritas de su madre.

Stephanie salió con el ramo de nardos en su mano y emprendió su regreso a casa. Al pasar por la panadería, por primera vez le fue imposible no entrar al lugar del que tantos años huyó. —Buenas tardes.— Su voz salió algo ronca y por ello se aclaró la garganta mientras observaba los panqués que se encontraban en exhibición cerca de la caja registradora. Sus ojos rápidamente se posaron en aquel pastel de nuez idéntico al que le llevó de la mano por tantos cumpleaños y otoños helados al lado de su familia y su mejor amigo. —¿Me podría dar el pastel de nuez, por favor?— Pidió con una sonrisa nostálgica a la mujer que le observaba detrás del mostrador, el pastel era idéntico al que su madre horneaba y decoraba hace casi un siglo.

—Has hecho una gran elección querida, ¿sabes?, siempre me he preguntado cuánto tiempo más tardarías en entrar. Llevo un par de años viéndote observar la vitrina, mi marido me ha dicho que no me entrometa cada que he querido salir a invitarte a probar nuestra panadería y repostería.— Las palabras de aquella anciana hicieron que Rogers se quedara en silencio unos segundos, jamás había dominado la discreción y prueba de ello eran las observaciones de la mujer. —Oh, lo que pasa es que usted y su esposo me recuerdan mucho a unos seres queridos que ya no están conmigo. Me daba pena entrar y soltarme a llorar, pero hoy es el cumpleaños de mi madre y quería celebrarlo con un pastel, me han dicho que su pastel de nuez es delicioso así que por eso me lo llevo.

Toda aquella verborrea llena de sinceridad se escapó de los labios de la rubia sin que lo pensara y cuando se dió cuenta sólo pudo sonreír avergonzada mientras sacaba su cartera. Sacó un billete y se lo tendió a la mujer que le entregaba su pastel ahora en una caja blanca de cartón y con un moño del mismo color como amarre. —Los nardos son la flor que representa la pureza, la paz y la inocencia.— Mencionó la anciana con un notorio acento irlandés mientras contaba el cambio de aquella mujer joven que había visto infinitas veces por la ventana. —Lo sé, mi madre también es irlandesa y una mujer muy creyente, gracias.— Palabras sin coherencia y trastabilladas fueron lo único que se escapó de los labios de la superheroína en respuesta a las observaciones y la entrega de su vuelto por parte de la mujer tras el mostrador.

—¡Qué tenga buen día!, prometo venir pronto.— Fue lo último que se escuchó en aquel negocio donde ahora sólo quedaba la repostera y aquellos postres con olor embriagador. La rubia caminó hasta su edificio, entró y subió las escaleras corriendo para entrar a su departamento. En este sólo busco las llaves de su moto, una cuchara para comer el pastel y la maleta en la que había metido un par de cosa para limpiar la tumba de la mujer que le había dado la vida. Con todo lo anterior acomodado en su mochila, Stephanie salió de su hogar para bajar y caminar hasta donde se encontraba su motocicleta. Sacó de debajo del asiento su casco y tras ponérselo se montó al ciclomotor para conducir bajo los ardientes rayos del sol primaveral hacia el cementerio.

La moto se detuvo justo en la entrada de aquel lugar sagrado, ¿tenía permitido volver a pisarlo si había dejado de asistir a lugares sagrados veinte años atrás?, la rubia estaba apretando sus manos en puños sobre sus piernas mientras observaba al frente. —¿Vas a entrar o no?— Fueron las palabras del guardia a las que ella sólo asintió para tomar nuevamente el manubrio para avanzar, como si nunca hubiera dejado de ir. Pronto se encontró aparcando la motocicleta a unos metros de la tumba de su madre. Todo tomó un tono solemne desde que el motor dejó de sonar, Rogers se quitó el casco con delicadeza y lo guardó en su lugar, caminó sintiendo grilletes en sus tobillos hasta que se encontró frente a la tumba que tenía escrito “Sarah Rogers, beloved wife, mom and friend”.

—Perdóname mamá.— Sus palabras fueron acompañadas por un llanto desgarrador que hizo a la rubia caer de rodillas frente a la tumba, ¿cómo se atrevía a pedirle perdón después de fallarle de tantas maneras? Era un maldita egocéntrica que sólo pedía perdón a su madre y a Dios por sus ofensas cometidas. —De verdad lo lamento—. Susurró mientras sus manos se aferraban al pasto bajo su cuerpo, el olor a pasto recién cortado inundó las fosas nasales de la descendiente de irlandeses y aquello fue una señal para que intentara calmarse, cosa que no logró. Repetía en susurros cada vez más cadentes y dolorosos aquellas cuatro palabras, buscaba el perdón de alguien que no podía dárselo más y aquello la llevó a llorar desgarradoramente frente a la tumba de su madre.

La imagen era trágica y penosa, el epítome del sueño americano jamás había sido una buena hija y estaba cincuenta años después pidiendo perdón a su madre muerta entre lágrimas y gemidos lastimeros. Poco a poco la rubia logró calmarse y con ello se quitó la mochila de sus hombros y sacó todo lo de su interior. Empezó limpiando la tumba incada y con un poco de agua y un paño. Posteriormente colocó los nardos en el florero junto a un poco de agua y fue en ese instante en que los nardos dieron vida a la tumba de su madre que pudo volver a hablar con pesadez. —No recordaba que tan difíciles eran de conseguir, se los tuve que encargar a la señora Lili, estoy segura de que la amarías, es una mujer muy dulce. Aún recuerdo que solía ir a rogar a la iglesia para que me regalaran unos nardos el día de tu cumpleaños.— Su anécdota escapó de sus labios y con aquello comenzó una conversación con el viento. Era una absurda, estaba hablando con su madre enterrada unos cuantos metros bajo ella. Rogers estaba contando aquello que nunca pudo contestar en aquellas cartas de Cárter había guardado por ella durante sus décadas bajo el hielo.

Sin darse cuenta, pronto Stephanie terminó sentada frente a la tumba con el pastel sobre las piernas. En un momento sus palabras dejaron de escapársele de los labios y se quedó en silencio mientras veía la pequeña caja de cartón como si abrirla fuera a desatar el fin del mundo, ¿y si lo hacía con SU mundo? Negó con la cabeza y dejando escapar un melancólico suspiro desató el moño y quitó la tapa. —Se ve igual que tu pastel, ojalá sepa parecido al menos… Desde que me fui de casa no he podido comer pastel de nuez. Bueno una vez lo intenté y sólo me hizo sentir como traidora porque no sabía remotamente como el tuyo. Lo probé una vez que extrañaba a Bucky, ¿sabes?, él también sigue vivo. Sé que ha sufrido más que yo, pero jamás me he atrevido a preguntarle. No quiero recordarle todo el dolor, tampoco quiero hacerle pensar que podría dejar de amarlo por todo lo que sufrió e hizo. Ya sabes, James siempre ha sido así. A veces me gustaría regresar a ese día en que te lo presenté, fue el día que probó tu pastel. Estaba muy emocionada porque fue mi primer amigo en esa escuela, y de ahí nunca dejó de serlo… Estarías orgullosa de él, ha crecido tanto, por Dios, está feliz, tiene a alguien que lo hace feliz y eso es…, maravilloso.

Sus ojos volvieron a llenarse de lágrimas y su corazón de nostalgia mientras su diestra tanteba el interior de la mochila hasta que encontró la cuchara. Sin pensarlo más, la rubia tomó un pequeño pedazo de aquel esponjoso postre y lo llevó a sus labios. Los recuerdos la teclearon y destrozaron, sabía casi igual que aquel pastel que llevaba décadas anhelando volver a probar. La rubia cerró con fuerza sus ojos y dejó escapar aquellas lágrimas acumuladas nuevamente, ésta vez fue de una manera silenciosa que poco a poco vacío el dolor de su corazón. Los minutos pasaron entre aquellas gotitas saladas que se escapaban de sus ojos y el pastel que lentamente fue acabándose. —James debe probarlo.— Susurró para sí misma en una promesa de acercarse aún más a su amigo, entre todo el caos de vida que llevaban, se había alejado un poco y aquel encuentro con la tumba de su madre le había hecho reflexionar sobre las distancias que solía poner con sus seres amados.

Aquel día, Stephanie Rogers pasó su tarde junto al recuerdo de su madre, el viento primaveral y su corazón desbaratado. El pastel fue acabándose entre recuerdos, risas y lágrimas. No fue hasta que un guardia le pidió que saliera de la tierra sagrada que Stephanie guardó todo. —Vendré pronto, juro que lo haré.— Dejó un beso sobre la fría roca y se levantó del pasto con la mochila en hombros. Su regreso a casa fue rápido y silencioso, y no fue hasta que estuvo en el confort de su hogar que se permitió derrumbarse de nuevo. Esta vez maldiciéndose entre gritos por ser una mala amiga, hija y persona en general. La pesadez de vivir nuevamente le atormentó y le hizo hacerse ovillo contra la puerta de entrada. ¿Por qué tenía que seguir viviendo?, ¿por qué tenía que vivir en un mundo que iba tan rápido que le abrumaba?, ¿por qué tenía que seguir enfrentándose a su imagen todos los días en el espejo?, ¿por qué no podía sólo acabarse para ella?, ¿por qué había aceptado aquel suero?

⠀⠀⠀٬ 🕯️ ’ 𓏲 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 ﹫𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗴𝗼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀thanks for reading !

[hastingsdecadas]

The Washingtons held a meeting and invited all their neighbors. Samantha spent the entire night avoiding her former lover's stricken gaze. It had been Eddie who had ended their relationship and now they were both married to other people, so she didn't understand why he made her feel uncomfortable like that.

Filled with anger, she couldn't contain herself and confronted Eddie. The young man stopped Samantha's accusations and confessed the reason for his attitude. The real reason for that meeting was none other than to inform the heads of the family that what had begun as simple rumors had transformed over the years into a harsh reality: a war was approaching. The news left everyone present in a mixture of concern and dismay, marking the beginning of uncertain times for the community.

That night the return home had been silent. In the privacy of her bedroom, Maggie began to cry uncontrollably. Not again, I couldn't lose him too, I couldn't get over him this time. Theodore tried to restrain his wife, but he knew that his words of encouragement this time would have no effect. He hugged her tightly and listened to her cry until they both fell asleep from exhaustion.

[Texto original en español]

Los Washington celebraron una reunión e invitaron a todos sus vecinos. Samantha se pasó toda la noche evitando la mirada aflijida de su antiguo amante. Había sido Eddie el que había puesto fin a su relación y ahora ambos estaban casados con otras personas, asi que no entendía porqué él la incomodaba de esa manera. 

Llena de enfado, no pudo contenerse y confrontó a Eddie. El joven cesó las acusaciones de Samantha y confesó la causa de actitud. El motivo real de aquel encuentro no era otro que informar a los cabeza de familia de que lo que había comenzado como simples rumores se habían transformado con el paso de los años en una dura realidad: se acercaba una guerra. La noticia dejó a todos los presentes sumidos en una mezcla de preocupación y consternación, marcando el inicio de tiempos inciertos para la comunidad.

Aquella noche la vuelta a casa había sido silenciosa. En la intimidad de su dormitorio, Maggie comenzó a llorar desconsoladamente. Otra vez no, no podía perderlo a él también, no podría superarlo esta vez. Theodore intentó contener a su mujer, pero sabía que sus palabras alentadoras esta vez no surtirían efecto. La abrazó con fuerza y la escuchó llorar hasta que ambos cayeron rendidos por el cansancio.

[esuemmanuel]

Quiero darte tanto que vuelvas a ser capaz de adorarme hasta devolver la razón al tiempo en el que no podía dejarte.. y jurarte, cumpliéndolo a rigor, lo que te musité al oído aquella vez primera en la que hicimos el amor… "Oh, ángel mío, en tu pecho está mi corazón”.

I want to give you so much that you will again be able to adore me until it returns to the time when I could not leave you... and swear to you, fulfilling it to rigor, what I whispered in your ear that first time we made love... "Oh, my angel, in your chest is my heart".

[hdawg1995]

I got board and Ajax decided to bother me so heres a Ajax ficlet.

context: during the reawakening war Ajax tapped into his Thrall form to have a kaiju fight with Remthalas, resulting in him getting knocked out rather than killed.

Ajax watched the water as he helped the other four prepare their tackle and lures. His stomach churned uncomfortably- they weren't near Falconreach Bay where The Locker was, and Scalla had promised he wouldn't encounter *Him* again, but at this point its clear their timelines are drifting apart. After the Reawakening and the nightmares that Remthalas put him though Ajax was sure he and Scalla will begin to see each other less and less. The last time they spoke was after Ajax woke from Remthalas' dream. Scalla had changed, there was this air of resignation about her that made Ajax not recognize her at first. Part of him wonders if she is actually avoiding him, not wanting to know what the "good ending" of her war was.

Remthalas approached and set a hand on his shoulder, bringing him out of his thoughts. "You said fishing is supposed to be relaxing but all you've done is stand here watching the water..."

Ajax glanced at the abys elf- the one who is dead in Scalla's timeline, the one who transformed into a eldritch monster... the one Ajax became a thrall to save- and said "I'm just thinking too much. Surprised you're not nervous too."

Remthalas shrugged with a smile. "I have you, Notha, and the Avatar's champion, what do i have to fear?"

Kathool achoo came to mind. Ajax shivered at the thought.

And then it started to rain. it wasn't a big deal or much of a problem. But then the anglers started to vanish and as Ajax stared down the Johnnyfish, teeth bared and grip tight around his fishing rod, he knew this wasn't going to end well.

Arriving in the Locker he was glad to see everyone safe. Aquella was a welcomed surprise as well!

After hearing about the current state of the abys elves Remthalas seemed to freeze up. the others talked with Aquella about what to do, but still he was silent. Ajax gently took the elf's hand and walked him away from the conversation.

"Talk to me?" ajax asked.

the two were both victims of Kathool's influence- Ajax a bit more willing, but a victim nonetheless. After they both woke from the nightmare Remthalas had been staying with Ajax until he got his footing which... was difficult. He was a abys elf, he was drawn to the water, there were days where he was sick from the heat and air of falconreach, but being in the water for too long or going too deep sent the man gasping into a panic attack. Ajax figured out with Notha's help that if he got Remthalas talking- ranting even- he would start to feel better, start to become grounded.

"They're still alive..." he breathes. Remthalas shudders and starts to ring his hands. "They're a live but there is nothing that can be done. A-All my effort- all my plans- Ajax what i put you and Notha though it was all- and did she just say we could GO and reclaim Abyssal territory? Did i hear her right?" his eyes had gone wide but not wild yet. Ajax patted his shoulder.

"Yeah thats Aquella for ya. strong, independent, and she even got her trident back!" he turned to smile at the water elf. Ash and Thursday growing up was one thing, but seeing the child who saved her people all grown up? He is so proud of her.

Remthalas seemed to catch on to Ajax's affection for the elf. "She was the child you mentioned, yes?"

"Yup!"

"the one you almost brought to Kathool?"

"We're not talking about that anymore."

Remthalas' laugh echoed in the water as Ajax returned to the group.

[thecanvasofmadness]

¿A qué viene al mundo un alma que sólo pide a la nada volver?

Es triste, lo sé. Pero, lo es más dar a luz a un atisbo de Ella que no deseaba arder… y, aun así, aquí está, pidiendo perdón a los que la despertaron, pues no sabe de qué manera vivir. Siente que el alma se le columpia entre dos cuerdas casi rotas y, por debajo, yace el vacío. Y es que es una chispa de incomprensibles maneras que vaga en un espacio matizado de hipocresía, haciéndola pensar que son afortunadas aquellas cuyo fuego de la alegría se basa en chamuscarse con la compañía de falsas luces, mientras ella se quema en una sincera soledad.

What does a soul come into the world for that only asks for nothingness to return to?

It is sad, I know. But it is sadder to give birth to a glimpse of Her who did not wish to burn… and yet, here she is, asking forgiveness from those who woke her up, for she does not know how to live. She feels that her soul swings between two almost broken strings and, underneath, lies emptiness. And it is a spark of incomprehensible ways that wanders in a space tinged with hypocrisy, making her think that those whose fire of joy is based on scorching in the company of false lights, while she burns in a sincere loneliness, are fortunate.

[deathphyros]

Como cada año... ya tenia ganas de volver a mi casi segunda casa que es Galicia. 1000km de carretera me esperan cruzando mi país para 4 días de no parar! Conciertos, buena comida y mucha naturaleza de aquellas tierras. Un año mas de RESU!

Metal, Punk, Rock, Hardcore, y este año incluso DarkWave/Cyberpunk de la mano de Perturbator que ya me moría por verlos!

Nos vemos!

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Like every year… I already wanted to return to my almost second home, which is Galicia. 1000 km of highway await me crossing my country for 4 days of non-stop! Concerts, good food, and a lot of nature from those lands. One more year of RESU!

Metal, Punk, Rock, Hardcore, and this year even DarkWave/Cyberpunk by the hand of Perturbator that I was dying to see!

See you!

[silver-grasp]

They will return, the dark swallows, On your balcony their nests to hang And again with their wings against the glass Playing, they will call

But those that slowed in their flight, Your beauty and my joy to behold The ones that remembered our names, Those… will not return!

They will return, the dense honeysuckles, Of your garden the walls to climb, And again of an evening, still more beautiful Their flowers will unfurl

But those, glittering with dew, Whose droplets trembling we watched To fall like tears of the day, Those… will not return!

They will return, of love in your ears, The ardent words to sound Your heart, deep in its dreaming Perhaps may yet wake

But mute and adoring and kneeling How is worshiped God at his altar How I myself have loved you… be not deceived, Like this… they will not love you!

- Rima LIII, Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

transl. silver-grasp

Volverán las oscuras golondrinas en tu balcón sus nidos a colgar, y otra vez con el ala a sus cristales jugando llamarán.

Pero aquellas que el vuelo refrenaban tu hermosura y mi dicha a contemplar, aquellas que aprendieron nuestros nombres… ¡esas… no volverán!

Volverán las tupidas madreselvas de tu jardín las tapias a escalar, y otra vez a la tarde aún más hermosas sus flores se abrirán.

Pero aquellas, cuajadas de rocío cuyas gotas mirábamos temblar y caer como lágrimas del día… ¡esas… no volverán!

Volverán del amor en tus oídos las palabras ardientes a sonar, tu corazón de su profundo sueño tal vez despertará.

Pero mudo y absorto y de rodillas como se adora a Dios ante su altar, como yo te he querido…; desengáñate, ¡así… no te querrán!

[laguitarradelasmusas]

Kansas. “Portrait (He Knew)”

“Point of Know Return” (1977) es el quinto álbum de estudio de la formación estadounidense Kansas, de quienes ya hemos hablado en dos entradas anteriores dedicadas a los temas “Carry on Way Ward Son” -incluido en su disco anterior (“Leftoverture”, 1976)- y “Dust in the Wind”, quizás la canción más conocida de Kansas, que también formó parte de “Point of Know Return”. En aquellas entradas…