#BARCELONA

[danilixouz]

She says she chooses based on “performance”. Montse makes it very clear that this is not for sports reasons. She knows she cannot take out Alexia and Aitana as they are the best. She decides to remove Irene Paredes??? She’s been our captain for many years and has given us so much! Irene is also currently one of the best center backs in the world rn. Jennifer Hermoso not being called up either is fucking bs. She sends a clear message to the players “Be quiet.”. She’s gradually removing players who spoke out.

Irene Paredes Out

Jenni Hermoso out

Lola Gallardo out

Esther González out

Sandra Paños out

Mapi Leon out

Do you see a pattern?

These amazing players could win everything but wouldn’t be called up because they annoy RFEF.

Mapi Leon: “I have a way of life and VALUES…I cannot go back if the situation doesn’t change.” - RAC1 (12/6/2023)

Montse Tomé: “Mapi still feels she doesn’t want to join the national team, and we respect her decision.”

Ana Crnogorcevic and Vero speaking up about this.

Translation: “being a starter in the best club... it must be because of performance, right?

(I ask for a friend)”

Gracias por todo Leyendas siempre serán capitanas. ❤️

[httpsdana]

Could you do pau x Olympic gymnast reader fluff? Could she also be Brazilian plsss

Thank you!

Gold for Gold~Pau Cubarsi

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

The crowd in the arena roared as y/n stood at the edge of the balance beam, her heart pounding in time with the cheers. The Brazilian flag waved in every corner, and she took a deep breath, centering herself. Out of all the faces in the audience, her eyes found Pau, sitting near the front row, his hands gripping the railing tightly, his expression a mixture of nerves and awe.

He caught her gaze and mouthed "You’ve got this"

And she believed him.

The routine felt like a dream. Every flip, leap, and landing came together in perfect harmony. As she stuck her dismount, the applause was deafening. She stood there, chest heaving, as the scoreboard updated.

15.966.

She did it.

Gold.

Her teammates swarmed her, their excitement matching her own, but her mind was elsewhere. Breaking free, she ran toward the stands, ignoring the cameras and the flashing lights. Pau was already standing, his arms wide open, and she leaped over the small barrier, landing right in his embrace.

"You did it!" he exclaimed, hugging her tightly as the crowd cheered even louder.

Tears streamed down her face as she pulled back just enough to press her lips to his, the world fading away in that moment. When she finally pulled apart, his hands cupped her face, his smile brighter than any medal.

"You’re incredible, meu amor. I’m so proud of you," he whispered.

"I couldn’t have done it without you," she replied, her fingers brushing against his jaw.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of celebrations, but as y/n fell asleep that night, Pau’s arms wrapped around her, she couldn’t stop smiling. Tomorrow, it would be his turn.

The following day, y/n sat in the stadium, nerves replacing the euphoria from her win. The Spanish flag was draped over her shoulders as she watched Pau and his teammates battle through the final match. Every pass, every shot, every save felt like a lifetime, but when the whistle blew, and the scoreboard confirmed their victory, she was on her feet, cheering louder than anyone.

Pau fell to his knees on the field, overcome with emotion, before his teammates piled on him in celebration. Her heart swelled with pride, tears gathering in her eyes as she watched him soak in the moment. But then his eyes found hers, and he broke away, running straight toward the stands.

"Pau!" she called out, leaning over the railing just as he reached her.

He jumped up, his arms wrapping around her waist as she leaned down to meet him. His lips crashed against hers, his sweat-soaked jersey and the salty tang of his tears making the moment raw and real.

"You’re a champion," she whispered against his lips, her fingers threading through his damp hair.

"And so are you," he replied, his forehead resting against her. "Gold for gold, yeah?"

She laughed softly, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. "Gold for gold."

The cameras captured the moment, but neither of them cared. This was for her and him—a promise fulfilled, a dream realized, and a love that shone brighter than the medals around their necks.

[useless-catalanfacts]

A page in the Book of the Eramprunyà Barony showing the donzel* Eimeric de Cunit paying homage to Jaume Marc, baron and lord of the Castle of Eramprunyà (Gavà, Barcelona Metropolitan Ambit, Catalonia).

One of the other documents in this book was written by Jaume Marc himself, narrating in first person and with all kinds of details how he was invested as a knight by the king Peter the Cerimonious in the Pedralbes Monastery (Barcelona, Catalonia) in presence of the queen Elisenda de Montcada on December 8th 1360. He explains the process and the ceremony, which took place in the church and palace of the monastery.

*A donzel is the son of a noble family who has not yet been armed as a knight.

Source: Centre d'Història de la Ciutat de Gavà / Monestir de Pedralbes.

[petitworld]

Barcelona, Spain by Natalie

[heavensdoorways]

Casa Pàdua, Barcelona, Spain,

Designed by Jeroni Granel y Manresa,

Photo by Miguel Borrell

[kafkasdiariies]

Carmen de los Mártires, Granada, Andalusia, España

[steampunktendencies]

Dragon on a fireplace

[allthingseurope]

Barcelona Cathedral Courtyard (by R Boed)

[danilixouz]

they’re so cute omg

source: @fearvless89

[arcdiris]

The Miku trend but I've been on a Gaudí kick this summer so! Gaudí Miku! Icon artist of Barcelona!

Second pic ft. @/maki_godd's Catalan Miku design on insta ❤

[thunderstruck9]

Nicolau Raurich (Catalan/Spanish, 1871-1945), Barcelona, 1914. Oil on panel

[illustratus]

Full moon behind the Temple Expiatori del Sagrat Cor, on the summit of Mount Tibidabo in Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain.

[httpsdana]

19 from comfort from your prompt list with gavi about her scars on her body???

Faded Lines~Pablo Gavi

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

⚠ tw: mentions of scars and self-harm ⚠

19. “You don’t have to hide anything from me. I want to know every part of you.”

The soft afternoon glow filtered through the drapes as y/n pulled her shirt over her head, the familiar fabric of her comfortable clothes settling against her skin.

She had been looking forward to a quiet night with Gavi—no plans, no interruptions, just the two of them. But as she stood in front of the mirror, her stomach tightened. She glanced down at the scarred skin of her abdomen, the old, jagged lines that ran across her stomach. They were a part of her, but they were also a reminder of things she’d rather forget.

The scars were numerous, each one carrying its own painful story. Some faded, others still dark against her skin, but none of them could be erased. They weren’t the kind of thing she liked to talk about. They were the remnants of a past she wanted to leave behind—a time when she felt out of control, when she used to hurt herself in silence, trying to numb the emotional pain with physical ones. She had made a lot of mistakes back then, and these scars were the physical evidence of a version of herself that she didn’t want anyone to know.

She hadn't realized Gavi had come into the room while she was lost in thought, adjusting the hem of her shirt. But then she felt his presence behind her—his gaze, gentle yet intense, focused on her.

“Mi amor,” he said softly, his voice full of concern. “Are you okay?”

y/n stiffened, suddenly aware that he had seen her pause, her fingers still resting near her stomach. A quick, panicked glance over her shoulder told her that, despite her best efforts to pull her shirt low, Gavi had already noticed.

Her heart raced. “I’m fine,” she lied, trying to turn away from him, to cover the scars. She didn’t want him to see them, not like this, not before she had the chance to explain. But Pablo was too quick, stepping forward and gently lifting her hand away from her stomach.

“No, no,” he whispered, his fingers brushing over her waist. “I saw. What’s this?”

y/n felt the tears welling up before she could stop them. His touch, so tender, was already starting to unravel the walls she had built up to protect herself. She shook her head, her voice tight with fear. “You don’t need to see this.”

“Why?” he asked quietly, taking another step closer, his eyes soft but filled with a quiet intensity. “Why do you think you need to hide it?”

“I…” she swallowed hard, trying to push down the lump in her throat. “I don’t want you to see me like this. It’s… it’s not something I want anyone to know about. It’s from… a time in my life I’d rather forget.”

Pablo’s expression softened, his hands moving to cup her face. “You don’t have to hide it from me. You don’t have to be ashamed of it.”

She pulled back slightly, trying to create distance, but it was clear that Gavi wasn’t going to let her hide from him. He reached down, gently lifting the edge of her shirt, his eyes focused on the scars as they were finally revealed.

They weren’t just one or two; they were scattered across her abdomen in a patchwork of old, faded lines. She felt exposed in a way she hadn’t in years, but as his gaze lingered over them, she couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. There was no judgment in his eyes, just tenderness.

“I’ve been hurt before too,” he said softly, his fingers grazing over the lines of her scars with a gentle touch. “But these? These don’t make you broken. They don’t make you less than anyone else. They’re a part of your story, mi amor.”

y/n felt a tremble in her chest at the way he spoke, his voice steady, filled with understanding. His words were exactly what she needed to hear, but the vulnerability still made her feel small.

“I don’t want you to see me as damaged,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Pablo lifted his hand to her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “I see you as perfect,” he said firmly, his eyes locking onto hers. “Every part of you. The parts you think are broken and the parts you think are beautiful. You are perfect to me. I’ll never see you as damaged. These scars, they don’t define you.”

Tears filled her eyes, and before she could stop them, they began to fall, her breath hitching as he gently wiped them away with his thumb. His touch was so warm, so soothing, and it was enough to make her feel like she wasn’t carrying this burden alone anymore.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, ashamed of the tears she couldn’t hold back. “I’ve been hiding this from everyone. I’ve been hiding from you.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I want to know all of you, all of you. The scars, the fears, the past. I want to love every part of you. And I will.”

He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment, and then he hugged her tightly, as if trying to show her that her past didn’t matter to him. Only the present did.

“I love you,” he murmured. “And I love you like this. You don’t have to hide anything from me. I want to know every part of you.”

y/n clung to him tightly, the weight of years of hiding and pretending slowly starting to lift. For the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to believe that she didn’t have to be ashamed of what had happened in the past. She didn’t have to be perfect. All Pablo cared about was loving her—all of her.

[useless-catalanfacts]

The University of Barcelona's Medicine Faculty has temporarily installed a giant heart made by the Catalan artist Jaume Plensa, with the building's columns acting as the ribcage.

The objective of this work of art is to raise awareness about cardiovascular illnesses, which are the leading cause of death worldwide.

The work is titled El cor secret (The Secret Heart). The heart measures 13 metres tall and 10 metres wide, and weighs 150 kg. It's made of synthetic materials and painted by hand. It had previously been shown in Germany in 2014 and was supposed to arrive to Plensa's home city sooner, but it was delayed because of covid. Instead, in 2020, Plensa donated one of his famous head sculptures to this same building, to thank medicine professionals and students for their work during the pandemic.

[livesunique]

Casa Comalat, Barcelona, Cataluña, España