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Botanical Nights: Farru, Michel Camilo and Tomatito Cover Photo: Michel Camilo y Tomatito. TERESA FERNANDEZ HERRERA Directora General de Cultura Flamenca. Periodista – Prensa Especializada Primero el recinto. Un lugar de ensueño para conciertos de verano. En plena Ciudad Universitaria de Madrid, en la avenida Complutense, el Real Jardín Botánico Alfonso XIII, es ajeno a la terrible ola de…

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ella es mi fiesta — jude bellingham x hispanic!reader

es la favorita, la mujer más buena / la que más me gusta de todas las nenas / es la mamacita, se me agua la boca / que no más las miro y todo me provoca.

summary: jude has completed his move to madrid, and while you watch him shine, you've got a wedding to plan.

wc: 3.1k

warnings: wedding!! tried not to specify much so it adapts to everything (methinks), good mother/daughter relationship lol, short nsfw but still 18+, brief female masturbation, unprotected sex (not endorsing it!!!), lots and lots of sappy crying, smau at both the beginning and the end, sentences in spanish, a paragraph in spanish will be translated at the end hehe

previous part

A bigger, brighter spotlight started to shine on your fiancé. 

You knew Jude deserved that and more, and you were more than satisfied with his success. If college wasn’t occupying your nights, you saw him at the Bernabeu whenever you could, preferring to sit outside than inside the VIP boxes to feel la afición you grew up with. Feel that passion and support surrounding you, coursing through your veins. 

Nothing had really changed; you still supported him through thick and thin. You cried when he scored a brace against Barcelona, and held him close after the endless recovery hours when he was injured. The fact he was physically closer only improved your relationship further. 

You never knew how much you needed to have him close by. 

But being at Real Madrid had its disadvantages. You barely got to hang out around campus to avoid people asking too many questions, wanting to know more about your relationship with the golden boy. But most of this chatter wasn't even questions about you or him, they were directed towards your relationship. 

The same comments you’d read on Twitter and his Instagram Posts— not yours, considering you decided to keep your account private for the time being. Things ranging from your age, the time you’ve been dating before the proposal to downright wishing you wouldn’t even make it to the wedding and just cancel the engagement. 

You’d discussed these comments with Jude, and his reassurance was more than enough to keep you at peace about your relationship. But the criticism only made your body burn with the necessity to prove everyone wrong. So you kept your head down, concentrating on your studies and planning the wedding on the side. You had bimonthly reports to Jude about the progress of everything, though Denise had been a godsend this whole time. Any decision you needed an opinion on, she was there to provide the most helpful insight when Jude wasn’t able.  

As he settled into the team, the teammates he grew closer to got to meet you, all of them absolutely adoring you and the pair you made with the englishman. 

“When are we getting our wedding party ask? Cama here wants to be the flower man.” Tchouameni joked, elbowing his fellow french national on the ribs as the group exploded with laughter. 

During one of the international breaks Jude surprised you with his return by joining you during a cake tasting. He wasn’t fully recovered from the injury and was sent back, having taken a few hours off to be with his ‘best girl’— he said himself. 

“Shoo, or I’m going to report to the mister that you’re playing hooky.” You stuck your tongue out while dropping him off at Ciudad Real Madrid for his recovery training. The truth was, you had a dress fitting that afternoon. Your mom, Denise, your cousin and your best friend were in attendance. 

You’d find your dream dress at a boutique in the city center, the streets crowded enough for people to recognize you and snap a few blurry pictures entering the shop. None of those wearing the dress, thank goodness, but by the time you found out people started to realize you and Jude were actually getting married that year, you were too elated to care. The dress fit like a glove, and your mom couldn’t help but sob by seeing you in it. She bought it on the spot without much consideration, and considering you were the only girl in your nuclear home, your mother was going all out for her little girl’s wedding. 

As the temperatures dropped, the planning became more frantic. You had fifty calls to make every single day confirming everything, keeping Jude updated and checking one last time for the RSVPs. As November edged in, you only felt more and more nervous. 

“Are we too insane for this? We should’ve waited for two years from now maybe…” You wondered out loud to Jude as you finished the engagement photoshoot. Brunch was your thing, so it was a playful twist on the theme. 

“Look at me,” He incited, taking your face in his hand. His eyes were full of reassurance, and it always surprised you to see how he never doubted anything for a second. “I’ll do whatever you ask of me. If you want to delay it for fifteen years I’ll wait patiently.” The photographer was already packing up his things, but perked up when he noticed the intimate moment going on. He didn’t interrupt, just taking a few candids. 

His understanding just melted away any doubts instead of reinforcing them. You scooted closer in your chair. “I’m not moving anything. The wedding’s in a month, and I couldn’t be happier.” You cooed, your fiancé humming happily as he kissed your forehead. 

When you received the pictures you came to notice those candids turned out to be your favorites. Not that the others looked bad— on the contrary, you both looked stunning— but they transported you back into that moment full of reassurance and love. 

Before you knew it, the last game of the season transpired, along with your last class before exam season took place in January after your Winter vacations. 

After your wedding. 

For your bachelor and bachelorette parties respectively the two of you decided to celebrate during the day so that night the rehearsal dinner could take place at the same cozy chateau the wedding was taking place the next day. It was more of a mixer than anything else, considering Jude had guests come from all over to the event. All of them you knew, since you both agreed to keep it tight knit on both sides. There had also been a sworn secrecy, you’ve giggled for hours reading Twitter threads speculating when your wedding was taking place when it was literally happening right under their noses. 

It had been an hour or so since the last of the guests either drove home or crossed over to stay at the boutique hotel nearby. Both of your families were sleeping in the other rooms in the venue, but the matrimonial bedroom was left for your solitude. 

“Can’t sleep either, eh?” You turned to Jude’s husky voice from the bedroom door. You got up with a nod, watching as he closed the door behind you. “Anxious?” 

“Definitely.” You agreed, pulling him down and into a hug. “Young bride was not something I ever pictured in my resume but that was before I met you.” You muttered, cupping his face and kissing his forehead. 

Jude observed your movements slowly, feeling the cold white gold against his cheek. He turned his face and kissed your palm before taking it in his hand, kissing your fingers, never breaking eye contact. He inched in, nose brushing against you and you knew well enough his intentions. 

“In twenty-four hours we’ll consummate the marriage, Belli-bear; don’t.” You warned him with a playful smile, noticing how he leaned down and kissed your neck slowly. You couldn’t resist, tilting your head back. With all the planning involved, you barely got to see anything of each other, even less intimately. 

“I don’t care.” He grumbled, sliding his hands on your thighs as you stumbled over to the edge of the bed. He sat first, drawing you over to his lap. “I’ve barely seen you in the last two months.” Jude linked your lips together, and you melted right into his lap. It was slow, taking your time. He pulled down the straps of the soft cotton pajamas, letting the top roll down and pool at your waist. 

Your bare chest heaved against his clothed one, and he removed the shirt before his hands cupped your breasts. The tension building up in the room was something you’ve never experienced before; it was mind numbing, almost. 

“I love you.” You muttered something you’ve said so many times previously, but it felt like the first time. You noticed how he swallowed hard, his eyes looking up at you with utter admiration. Instead of replying right away, his hand sneaked under the matching shorts, past your underwear. Your breath hitched, his middle fingers drawing circles slowly. 

“Yo también te amo.” He replied, licking his lips. You slightly raised your brows in surprise; it was usually the other way around. You said it in Spanish and he replied in English. Now his tongue spoke your language with ease each day. Your mouth twitched lightly into a smile, interrupted by a moan as he gathered the slick pooling around his fingers. 

“Let me take you, please.” His begging was sincere, knowing you could easily decline and follow traditions. Not that you hadn’t done it before, but maybe right before your wedding was pushing it. “I’m too eager… I don’t think I can wait until tomorrow. 

You have been feeling his boner pressing against your thigh for a while now, yet again adding to his honesty. Your thoughts were racing a hundred miles per hour, but you concluded there was nothing traditional about this in the first place. The two of you were bending the rules over backwards from the day you met. A smile still rose to your lips, pulling him into a kiss and pushing him onto the bed. 

“Take me now. Tomorrow you’ll do it forever.” You brushed your nose against his, and he switched places to lay on top of you. Without wasting any time he pulled your pajama shorts and underwear down, his own following soon after. 

“Uh, fuck— I forgot,” He looked around the room, trying to figure out if you’d brought any condoms. You pulled his face towards yours, cupping his jaw in your fingers. 

“I’ll take a pill tomorrow.” You noticed how his eyes shone in a way you’d never noticed before, and he caught your lips in his once more, brushing his tip against your entrance. You mewled, feeling the stretch and embracing it warmly. Your fiancé held you against his chest, kissing the top of your head. 

“You feel so warm,” He practically whined, starting to draw out long thrusts. You could barely reply to the praise, trying to keep your moans muffled by hiding your face in his neck. “So perfect for me, my girl.” 

He knew those strained moans like the back of his hand, the kind where you seemed to be choking on air. The way your cunt squeezed him was enough indication. “Yes, baby. Do it, cum for me.” You exhaled in a way it was apparent the permission lifted a weight off your shoulders. He held you closer to his body, allowing your moans to leave your mouth more freely without escaping those four walls. 

The stutter of his hips that came soon after, followed by a string of curses gave away that Jude was close too. You kissed his strong shoulders, giving him words of encouragement as he perched your legs over his shoulders and started a painful pace to find his release. Still, he looked down at you with a fondness that made your heart melt, leaning down for a final kiss as he pulled out and shot ropes of white to cover your lower tummy. 

“How about a warm bath?” He proposed tenderly, and you couldn’t have said no, even if you wanted to. Without even noticing you fell asleep curled up in his chest, the light steam surrounding your bodies. 

You woke up the next day to the empty bed, haven’t felt so well rested in a while. There was some chatter going on downstairs, and you peaked from the bedroom window to notice staff being led by your mother and soon to be mother-in-law assembling the ceremony venue in the vast backyard. The reality soon dawned upon you, and you wanted to throw up from the nerves and scream in glee. 

But that was the last time you were left alone with your thoughts, as a soft knock rang through the room. “Coming! Denme dos minutos!” You sprung up from the bed, quickly fixing the bed and slipping into the silk slip dress you bought for the whole ‘getting ready’ part of it. The house had a great heating system from the dropping temperatures, but you still got a matching bolero in cashmere. Upon opening the door you were greeted by your small wedding party, consisting of your cousin and best friend. Your other female family members were getting ready with you with the same team of hair and makeup. 

The greeting hugs everyone gave you were so different. They were full of warmth, positivity. You had to hold back tears when your mom hugged you, easing up all your nerves. It was as if they were confirming to you that they were there for you, sending all the well wishes for the years to come with a simple embrace. 

You had your favorite breakfast with mimosas before getting ready. Music was blasting, everyone was chatting it up and helping each other. It felt as though you were getting ready for a regular party, until your brother came knocking at the door. “Delivery for the bride.” He smiled, and the room full of women squealed. You were done with your hair already but you were going to be the last to get your makeup done. 

With a smile you kissed your brother on the cheek before ushering him out the door, taking a hold of the large box and placing it on the bed. Upon removing the lid, you gasped at the delicately placed bouquet, the one you were going to be walking down the aisle with. 

“You like it? I helped him choose. He assembled it himself last night after everyone was gone.” Denise came up to you with a warm smile, and you couldn’t help but give her a tearful nod, setting the flowers aside to give her a tight hug. You figured this whole thing was a big change for her, considering how much of a mama’s boy Jude was. 

But that embrace felt just like the others; full of support and well wishes. 

In no time your makeup started and the women got dressed, only leaving your mum to help you with the dress and the veil. “Ay mi princesa.” She exhaled, fanning her eyes as you took a step back to look at yourself in front of the mirror. You took a deep breath in, having to hold back the need to start crying. Your dream wedding dress fit you as perfectly as it did on the first fitting, and the lacy veil was as perfect as it was on your mother all those years back. 

“I think we should head downstairs. Get some pictures of our family together. Jude should be waiting outside already, so there would be no peeking.” She laughed, carefully cleaning away the tears right at the edge of her eyes. 

The following reactions were similar. Your father looked as though he was about to pass out, and your brother was left speechless. But you only cared about one reaction, and you stood perfect for the family pictures as you could only imagine how Jude would react. 

Still the anticipation couldn’t have prepared you to see him shedding real tears as you walked down the garden, unable to stop looking at you. And for a second there, you swore it was just you and him in the entire planet. 

You couldn’t stop looking at each other throughout the whole thing, no matter if you were supposed to look at the officiant. You said your vows first, eyes brimming with tears. “Most importantly, I love how you make me think I’m the brightest star in the world, no matter how bad either of us are feeling. And I promise I’ll drive you everywhere for the rest of our lives, don’t get that license, amor.” You finished with a bitter sweet chuckle. But you couldn’t have expected what Jude had to say next. 

“Uh, I’ve been practicing my vows for the past six months. If there’s any mistakes, just… keep it to yourselves.” The audience chuckled lightly, but they were as intrigued as you were. He started out by saying your name, almost breathless, “Siempre te he dicho que eres la razón por la que creo en el amor a primera vista.” You choked out a sob, as people in the audience gasped. 

Jude had written and learned his vows in Spanish. Without telling a soul. 

He apparently grew more confident, sucking a big breath in. “Y hoy, puedo decir con toda certeza que creo en el amor sincero y eterno. Todo por ti, preciosa,” His bottom lip quivered, noticing how you were made a mess, eyes full of tears. 

“Eres la estrella que alumbra mis días. Mi chauffeur que me lleva a todos los lugares sin que se lo pida.” He cleared his throat, inhaling the tears in. “Gracias por confiar en mí y en nuestro amor para llegar aquí hoy. Te amo.” 

You smiled at him warmly, and knew he would tease you later for having matching vows without knowing. The rest of the ceremony flew by, and Jude really took the ‘you may kiss the bride’ part too seriously. 

“I can’t believe you copied me…” He huffed as you made way inside the mansion, waiting in a separate room for your entrance. “…Mrs. Bellingham.” He practically giggled, and you laughed from the mirror as you were retouching your makeup.

“You’re the one that copied me! I said my vows first, idiot!” You joked, finishing the lip combo before getting to his side, holding his hand to do your entrance to the dining hall. The nerves filled you up and he noticed from the way you shifted your weight from one side to another. 

He kissed your hand and winked, and you knew everything was going to be alright. 

You found out that night most of your guests were hefty drinkers, or at least they had decided to be so for that particular occasion. But you also found out later that night that thank God you ‘consummated your marriage’ the previous night, considering you had to ask for a few of his fellow athlete friends to carry him up to the newlywed couple’s bedroom. You later laid there staring at the ceiling, stomach churning from… anticipation? The drinks? 

But even as Jude was snoring right next to you, you knew deep down everything was going to be alright. 

For the rest of your lives together.

judebellingham mr. and mrs. b 🤍

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A/N: my bf still says we can't get married so enjoyyy this delusion i'm using to cope KFDSKLSDFKLV lowk did my dream wedding here but it wasn't at the same time. hope everyone enjoyed this sappy sappy short series !! the translation to jude’s wedding vows are in that lil note in the smau !!!

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Could you writr smt with Vicky and maybe reader bit older than her trying to teach her to drive and pass the test and it being absolutely chaos for them two? Maybe like as chaos that they need try get Irene or Marta to help (Basicly anyone of the elder but not Alexia thanks)

𝙁𝘼𝙎𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙊𝙎 - platonic vicky Lopez x reader x Irene Paredes

Summary: You and vicky cause havoc when you had to get your drivers license, but else to stop both of other than the mother of the group Irene.

Contains: cursing, funny banter, going back and forth in English and Spainsh, hate comments, also pictures used in the instagram acc doesn't not represent readers only there for aesthetic reasons so feel free to use your own description. 2y age gap as vicky is 18 and reader 20, if the age gap makes anyone uncomfortable plz let me know and I'll change it

A/n: apologizes that it took me a long time to reply and get this done but here it's and I hope that you enjoyed reading this cause it was a lot of fun writing this 💕 and I found it funny how you didn't want a alexia mention 😭 there's only a small mention of her in the social media part. There's also going to be 2 more parts cause who doesn't want there love to continue.

Anyways don't forget to like,reblog and comments as they help my page and motivate me 🫶🏿

It was during an away game where you had overheard vicky talking about how she was getting ready for her driving license.

and she was talking about how she needed someone who already knew how to drive to teach her, so she doesn't look like a fool whe she get to the center for her practices.

You being the experienced driver yourself and had recently gotten yours. decided to offer your help to her in which you received a laughing vicky in your face.

"Usted es un conductor experimentado, ¿en qué ciudad?" She said while laughing

"This one belive it or not my driving is exceptional". You tried convincing her.

"Si eres excepcional, no me gustaría saber cuáles son las habilidades de conducción de Salma".

"Salma?who can barely drive herself outside of her own parking lot is who you're comparing me too I fear you've lost it."

"Por favor Salma, conducir es como una brisa".

"brisa sure a one way tickets to a real madrid game in which you guys crash before you get there". You said to her.

By now both of you where going back and forth on which one of you had bad driving.

"Está bien, dejaré que me enseñes porque nadie más se ofreció".

"Meet me after our game on Friday."

Friday came around pretty quickly, and you found yourself in a free area to help vicky practice. The first few days went pretty calmly as she already knew the basics.

It was around your one week mark of teaching her that things to a turn for worse.

you had decided that you both would take turns driving out. distance being from your place to a near by cafe, going and returning.

Vicky had done perfectly fine, fine being hitting a few stuff but she got her act right. It finally was your turn until one asshole decided to pass your light speeding and almost hitting your car as you we're in front.

But you weren't one of those drivers who would let it slide.

You rolled down your cars windows and started cursing out the guy in your broken spanish as your blood was boiling when you saw his car infront of you. The audacity of reckless drivers now are days.

"¿Tu cerebro está tan dañado que necesitabas chocar mi auto?." You yelled out from your window

"Estás jodidamente atónito de que no puedas hablar. Pensé que estábamos conduciendo y no teníamos como objetivo quitar vidas". You said to the driver who stil hasn't responded by now a few people where coming out to see what was going on.

The driver was at least 5'0 when he came outside of his car coming your way. Seeing him from your rare light you also decided to get out because there was no way he was going to intimate your ass.

"Vicky just stay here and keep the door closed this Canadian driver is about to go bonkers".

"¿Seguro que quieres salir allí?" She asked you

"The last thing I'm having is that guy thinking he can hit my car and think he can get out of it". You said to her.

"Aye don't be worry I'll just go out there take a picture the damage and his drivers plates so I can get it insured". grabbing her hands as you could tell she was getting worried.

"solo que nada mas". She said

"Can't promise you no trouble though". You told her as you got out of the car. Thank God for athleticism because the moment the guys saw a tall women coming out the car he had change directions of where he was going.

Who was intimidating who now?. You did what you told vicky taking pictures of the damages and drivers plates. All of a sudden your felt someone tap your shoulders but you where quick to catch there hands due to fast reflase.

Looking up and seeing your Barcelona teammates and mother figure Irene starring at you.

"¿Qué está pasando?" preguntó ella".

"Some asshole started It and aye being tall has it privileges". You told her half joking.

"Por favor dime que Vicky no está en tu auto".

"Well she is cause I was teaching her how to drive until this mess". You said pointing to your car and the dumb driver.

"Bueno, ustedes necesitarían un auto nuevo porque el suyo necesita una reparación total." She said to you instead of whatever speech you thought she'll had given you on.

"I'll have to rent one ugh speaking of renting one this one isn't even mine to being with". You told her now remember this was a car the club had gotten you so your transportation could be easier.

"No te preocupes, ellos lo entenderán, además, claramente no es tu culpa". She said

From then on she came to every single practice she could make it to so that she could monitor your teaching and Vicky's driving.

Thankfully the club was able to understand the situation and you got a new one.

The day of Vicky's finally test came pleased to say she passed with flying marks and now has her drivers license. As she told you over the phone the moment she found out

"Told you I was an expectation all driver and teacher". You said to her playfully hitting her arm

"No eras tan malo como pensaba". She told you

"So your accepting the fact that I'm a great driver".you told her

Bueno, no genial, no te adelantes". She said but this time around her tone was very much different to the teasing one she normally use on a close friends.

After your call with vicky you had decided to drive to her place.

she did deserve a celebration for passing her test wasn't everyday people pass it, so you told yourself, but it was more of a excuse for you to just see her.

She was quite flustered to see at her place considering both of your just off the phone. You took her out to her favorite snack shop and told her she could pick as much stuff she wanted that it was all on you.

She brought some ice cream and a bag if snack filled with both your favorites for away games.

You found yourself starring at vicky in a i wanna be more than friends way, the way her lips would touch on the ice cream leaving a traces of it on her cheeks, the chil wind slowly blowing through her bouncing curlys.

You felt like grabbing a pices of her curlys but held yourself back

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@Woso_fan are they dating?

@Ona.batlle what are we celebrating that the whole gang isn't there

》yourreplied vicky passing her drivers test thanks to my amazing teaching

》vickylopezreplied Estábamos de acuerdo en que bueno ¿de dónde salió lo asombroso?

@Salmaparalluelo ese beso parece un poco antipático mantén tus gérmenes lejos de mi hermana pequeña

《Youreplied calm down I haven't taken your sister from you yet

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《You replied calm down we're just having fun

@cattta.coll feeling a little disappointed on not being invited

@Claudiapina La primera foto es romántica creo @vickylopez @yourusernamee

《Youreplied worry about fans suspecting you and @patriguijarro being together

《@Claudiapina sí, solo somos mejores amigas

《Youreplied Bestfriend who spend the whole summer together

@viickylopez the best teacher 😄

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@vickyandyournamesupremacy I knew something was going on with them after that el classico

《@Wosoloveseveryone replied don't spread misinformation like vicky would date a thing like that

《@allaboutwoso replied wait what

《@wosoloveseveryone replied you can check my page I've posted the moments between these and it quite obvious they're more than friends or want to be more than friends

@alexiaputellass ¿qué es esto?

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Translations

"You are an experienced driver, in which city?" - "Usted es un conductor experimentado, ¿en qué ciudad?"

"If you are exceptional, I wouldn't like to know what Salma's driving skills are - "Si eres excepcional, no me gustaría saber cuáles son las habilidades de conducción de Salma".

"Please Salma, driving is like a breeze." - "Por favor Salma, conducir es como una brisa".

"Okay, I'll let you teach me since no one else volunteered." - "Está bien, dejaré que me enseñes porque nadie más se ofreció".

"What's going on?" - "¿Qué está pasando?"

"Is your brain so damaged that you needed to crash my car?" - "¿Tu cerebro está tan dañado que necesitabas chocar mi auto?."

"You're fucking stunned that you can't talk. I thought we were driving and not aiming to take lives."- "Estás jodidamente atónito de que no puedas hablar. Pensé que estábamos conduciendo y no teníamos como objetivo quitar vidas".

"Are you sure you want to go out there?" - "¿Seguro que quieres salir allí?"

"just nothing more." - "solo que nada mas".

"Please tell me Vicky isn't in your car." - "Por favor dime que Vicky no está en tu auto".

"Well, you'd need a new car because yours needs a complete repairing." - "Bueno, ustedes necesitarían un auto nuevo porque el suyo necesita una reparación total."

"Don't worry, they'll understand, besides, it's clearly not your fault."- "No te preocupes, ellos lo entenderán, además, claramente no es tu culpa".

"You weren't as bad as I thought."- "No eras tan malo como pensaba".

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— bother II / jude bellingham.

summary: after a long tortuous night, jude finally decides to apologize. (part 1 here)

special thanks to @stephiii29 for the inspiration 🤍

warnings: none

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jude was not the type of person to be confrontational, and so were you. the night was cold and aloof, it felt heavy and suffocating to say the least.

jude couldn’t sleep knowing he messed up real big, which was letting his anger out on you. he knew that he shouldn’t project his anger out on you, but your question made him snap, losing his consciousness and not thinking straight. all night he twisted and turned, hoping the sun rose soon to apologize to you.

he knew it’d be difficult to apologize, knowing you were not the person to express feelings. so he put his mind to think on ways to make you forgive him.

meanwhile in the comfort of the living room, you laid in the couch, still sad over the mini “argument” you and jude had earlier. you knew it wasn’t your fault, but you still felt a guilt in your stomach for causing him to snap at you. you really missed his touch, his scent, everything. it was like you were deprived for his touch. when you and him slept together, you felt like he protected you,

like your personal bodyguard.

you shook your thoughts away and checked your phone. you looked at the time and realized it was still early for your liking.

3:49 am

jude usually gets ready at 7, so you forced yourself to sleep, taking meletonin. you knew you were being a brat by trying to avoid jude, but it was the best decision you could make at the moment. you didn’t want to anger jude more, so you thought it’d be better to leave him alone to marinate in his thoughts and go to sleep.

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7:15 am

jude was awoken from his short slumber with an obnoxious alarm, signaling it was time to get ready. he did his usual routine which was showering, changing, brushing his teeth, and combing his gorgeous locks. during his whole routine he couldn’t stop and think how he left you last night, he deeply regretted what he said knowing it hurt you more than him.

he left your shared apartment disappointed. before he left he stopped by the living room and noticed you knocked out. he noticed the little details in your face, especially the dried tears on your face. his heart shattered seeing you broken, all because of his words.

on the way to the ciudad deportiva del real madrid, jude stopped by a local flower shop, placing an order of your favorite flowers to give to you when he came back from practice.

thoughout the training session, his teammates couldn’t help but notice the way he was training. this wasn’t like the jude they knew, did the loss in the bernabéu last night really affect him?

“tío, are you still angered over the loss yesterday?”, asked modric.

jude couldn’t help but stare deeply into the croatian’s eyes, shaking his head, signaling it wasn’t about that.

the croatian took it as a sign to not further bother the british.

as practice finally ended, jude quickly got ready and stopped by the flower shop to pick up the flowers he got you. he couldn’t also forget to stop by your favorite fast food restaurant. he knew you like the back of his palm, he knew every nook and cranny about you that it felt like you two have known each other since birth.

1:05 pm

apon arriving at your shared apartment, jude prepared his apology, making sure to not forget why he’s apologizing.

he fixed his shirt nervously, slowly opening the door to your shared apartment, trying not to make any noise.

you were in the kitchen, cleaning up the remaining mess you left from last night, forgetting to clean the dishes up from when dinner was served. you heard his footsteps behind you, your heart beating faster than ever.

“hi my love.”, jude said softly. you couldn’t help but mentally fold because he called you my love, you always fell more in love with him when he used that pet name.

“hey..”, you said softly, copying his tone, trying to sound put together. upon your words, jude immediately hugged you.

“please forgive me for what i caused you last night y/n. i let my emotions get to me, i never meant to make you feel sad or guilty over what happened last night. please just forgive me…”, he said nervously. you couldn’t help but smile at his apology. immediately accepting it by giving him a kiss.

“apology accepted.”, you said sheepishly. he immediately gave you a kiss, later then showing you what he bought you.

you couldn’t lie, he was such a sweet person when it came to apologizing. you could apologize to him right on the spot because of his gorgeous looks.

after all you weren’t a bother to him..

a/n: ty guys so much for the support on my first fic! i really appreciate it 😞❤️!! also this is really rushed bc im kinda busy 🥲

[misettemisette]

Starting over in Madrid

Hey, I'm back after having my account terminated. I'm starting to repost my fanfic Starting over in Madrid episode by episode. I've done minor corrections, mostly vocabulary, scenario temporality and pictures that weren't working well.

Feel free to read or reread it and gave me your feedback. We can't say it enough but we, writers, love feedback <3

Chapter 1 ➺  A harder job than I thought

Summary : After moving to Madrid as Real Madrid's new photographer, Nicky can’t seem to take her eyes off the pretty face Misa Rodríguez. But how will she handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her contract strictly forbids dating players? WC: 1K words TW : None PS : French autor

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I had never been particularly interested in football until I was employed by Real Madrid. Of course, I occasionally watched a few games on TV during the major championships. Still, I had never planned to work for a football club — let alone one in Spain. Yet here I was, in my late twenties, knowing only a few words of Spanish, stepping into the Ciudad Real Madrid for my first day as the new official photographer.

The introductions went smoothly and the staff was friendly. The work seemed interesting, with plenty to do on the creative side. I felt optimistic. My office was on the second floor, on the west side of the building, a bit apart from the training grounds. I took a few minutes to settle into my chair, gazing out the window at the Alfredo di Stéfano stadium, where I could see the tiny silhouettes of the footballers training. My manager, Ana, came by to introduce me to the team, and I quickly grabbed my camera to follow her to the pitch. 

The winter sun, cold yet bright, momentary blinded me as I stepped outside. My eyes took a moment to adjust as the shouts of trainers and players echoed all around me. There were far more people than I had expected, and I felt intimidated, but Ana didn’t give me any time to relax. She spoke to a few staff member to pause the training, and the players slowly came toward us. They gathered around us, some still panting, as Ana spoke again. 

"Hello everyone, let me introduce you to our new photographer Y/N. But you can call her Nicky as she likes it better." 

"Hi, I’ve never liked my name", I said nervously. 

The players stared at me, some smiling warmly. I couldn’t help but notice their muscular arms and thighs, the sheer strength radiating from their bodies. There were some strikingly pretty faces among them as well. Ana introduced each player to me. The last one, a deeply tanned girl, stood slightly apart, looking a bit bored.

"And finally, this is Misa", she said pointing toward her. Misa glanced at me, her dark eyes meeting mine for just a moment. She quickly waved in a polite, welcoming gesture before looking away again. Her charismatic attitude, paired with her pretty face, made my face grow hot. I reminded myself that I was a professional photographer. Moreover, my employment contract explicitly prohibited dating team members, so I quickly shook off my inappropriate thoughts as the introductions came to an end.

A few days passed as I settled into my new life. I had found a tiny apartment in Lavapiés, furnished it with everything I needed, and was quite happy to start over. I had recently ended a toxic relationship with my ex-girlfriend and left a boring previous job behind. Each day, I went to the pitch to film the team arriving and take pictures of the footballers training, which I shared on social media. They were mostly friendly, though some seemed bothered by being photographed all the time. Linda, Naomi, Sofie, and Hayley clearly enjoyed being in front of the camera, while Ivana, Olga, and Misa tended to avoid it as much as possible. We spoke very little, each person focused on their own work.

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Then came the day of the big photoshoot for the brand-new kits. It was a very busy day. Adidas had designed a set with a moss background and real plants surrounding the area. It was a bit overwhelming for my taste, but I didn’t have a say as the campaign was managed by the brand. I was assisting the Adidas photographer by giving pose instructions to the girls and taking some shots myself.

We had been shooting for nearly five hours when it was Misa’s turn. I couldn’t help but notice how striking she looked in her new pale purple kit. Her tanned skin contrasted sharply with the fabric. She had a piercing on her left nostril that I hadn’t seen before. Her long hair was let down, falling on her broad shoulders. She took her place, clearly comfortable and used to being a model.

"Misa, face the camera", I said. Her dark eyes crossed mine briefly before she looked straight at the camera and composed a smile. I could tell she was feeling confident, but I wasn’t entirely sure she was truly enjoying it. "Now, switch to profile, please". "Strike a pose". "Put your gloves on". Misa obediently followed my instructions, moving smoothly from one pose to the next. 

"Are we done yet?" she asked, looking at me patiently. 

"I think we are. Thank you. Thanks God you’re the last one !" 

"I already find it tiring, so I can’t imagine how it must be for you." She said, her brows frowning. She stepped aside from the set as I started putting away the equipment next to her. 

"It’s okay, I like my job. Today is just a bit repetitive"

"Are we cool models ?" I looked up at her. Her face had relaxed since the photoshoot ended. A shy smile appeared on her lips as she suddenly seemed to think her question was embarrassing. 

"In fact yes, indeed. As a photographer, there is so much to adjust. When you’re training, you’re moving fast, so I have to increase the shutter speed. When you’re posing like today, the shutter can be slower but you need good exposure…" My voice trailed off when I noticed her perplex expression. "Sorry I’ve never known how to explain my job. You see, technical aspects play a huge part in photography." 

"Don’t worry, I haven’t a clue what you’re taking about, but it actually got me interested." She was smiling frankly now and that made her even more beautiful. I tried to focus on folding the spotlights back into their bags. "These lights make you very warm and sweaty" she said. "I’ll go change. See you, Nicky." 

“Bye Misa.”

I was feeling both disappointed by her departure and relieved to finally finish tidying things up in peace when I heard Misa’s embarrassed voice rise from the backroom. 

"Hum… can someone help me?"

I dropped the camera I was packing and headed over, thinking this day would never end. I suppressed a laugh when I saw Misa struggling with her jersey, which was stuck halfway over her head. The collar was bunched up somewhere around her nose. I forced myself to look away from her toned abs and the glimpse of her low-cut sports bra.

"Misa, it’s Nicky, what’s going on?" 

"The jersey… it’s caught in my nose ring. I can’t get it off !"

"Hold still. I’do it."

I stepped closer to her and gently took hold of the jersey collar, searching for where her piercing had snagged. A stray thread had somehow gotten tangled in the small golden ring. I tried my best to focus. Her mouth twitched nervously, and I was so close I could feel her breath as I worked. She pursed her soft lips, and I finally managed to free the string. She let out a relieved sigh as the jersey slipped off, our eyes meeting again as I stepped back. 

"Thanks, I thought I’d lose my nose over this one…" 

"You did well to ask for help, you could’ve hurt yourself." 

"I’m glad it was you and not some random Adidas guy. All my friends are gone by now." 

"Anytime!" I shrugged, feeling a little flustered red again. 

She gathered her clothes and began taking off her shorts. Footballers really weren’t shy. I quickly turned around, ready to leave, knowing I couldn’t handle another glance at Misa’s body parts.

"Bye then" I said softy.

"Bye, and Nicky? I paused and turned back to her. She had already changed into her trousers and T-shirt. “You definitely have to teach me some photo stuff! I’m serious.”

"Sure… after tomorrow’s training, if you’d like." 

"Yeah, count on me."

She gathered her things, waved goodbye, and left. 

My job was turning out to be a lot harder than I’d expected.

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[notasfilosoficas]

“Lo mucho se vuelve poco con desear otro poco más”

Francisco de Quevedo

Fue un noble, político y escritor español nacido en Madrid en septiembre de 1580, reconocido como uno de los más notables poetas de la literatura española del siglo de oro.

Nació en el seno de una familia de hidalgos en las montañas de Cantabria. Nació cojo, con ambos pies deformes y una severa miopía, por lo que pasó una niñez solitaria y triste, soportaba la burlas de otros niños y se entregó compulsivamente a la lectura.

Entre 1596 y 1600, fue llevado al colegio imperial, en donde estudió lenguas clásicas, francés, italiano, filosofía, física, matemáticas y teología en la Universidad de Alcalá.

Entre 1601 y 1605 estudia en la Universidad de Valladolid en donde circularon los primeros poemas de Quevedo que imitaban o parodiaban los de Luis de Góngora el poeta y dramaturgo español.

En 1605 se publica en Valladolid la antología poética de Pedro Espinosa titulado “Flores de poetas ilustres” en donde se publican 18 composiciones de Quevedo.

Durante su vida estudiantil escribió opúsculos desvergonzados y de mal gusto, de los cuales el mismo desdeñaría y que al tiempo el mismo se vio obligado a denunciarles a la inquisición para evitar que se hicieran ricos los impresores que comenzaron a publicarlas por medios impresos.

Entre 1606 y 1611 entregado a las letras escribe 4 de sus sueños, comenzando por el “Sueño del juicio final”, a quien el duque de Osuna le niega la autorización para imprimirlo, y por lo cual debe trasladarse a Toledo. En ese tiempo se gana la amistad de Félix Lope de Vega, uno de los poetas y dramaturgos más importantes del Siglo de Oro español, así como de Miguel de Cervantes, célebre autor de la novela “El ingenioso hidalgo Don Quijote de la Mancha”.

Quevedo atacó sin piedad a dramaturgos como Juan Ruiz de Alarcón y dirigió severas criticas a Luis de Góngora, acusándolo de ser un sacerdote indigno, homosexual, escritor sucio y oscuro.

En 1616, recibió el hábito de Caballero de la orden de Santiago y al parecer falsamente acusado de haber participado en la conjuración de Venecia, entre 1619 y 1621, es desterrado a una comunidad autónoma de Castilla-La mancha llamada Ciudad Real, en donde aislado de las tormentosas intrigas cortesanas escribirá algunas de sus mejores poesías y hallará consuelo a sus ambiciones cortesanas en la doctrina estoica de Séneca, y es en ese tiempo que obra su lectura, traducción y asimilación del estoico “Manual de Epicteto”.

En 1639 bajo oscuras acusaciones por problemas de corrupción, Quevedo es encarcelado en el convento de San Marcos, se confiscaron sus libros y fue llevado a la fría y minúscula celda en donde permaneció hasta 1643. Cuando salió en libertad, su salud estaba muy quebrantada por lo que decidió retirarse definitivamente a la Torre Juan Abad.

Francisco de Quevedo murió en el convento de los padres dominicos de Villanueva de los Infantes en septiembre de 1645.

Fuentes: Wikipedia y biografiasyvidas.com

[viejospellejos]

La habitación que ha preparado el Real Madrid para Kylian Mbappé en la Ciudad Deportiva en Valdebebas:

QUÉ BARBARIDAD

[felipeandletizia]

Felipe and Letizia retrospective: February 20th

2005: Voted in the referendum on the EU Constitution in the public college of Monte del Pardo in El Prado, near Madrid.

2007: Inauguration of the new Mango design center

2013: Inauguration of the Employment Forum 2013 “Innovation and entrepreneurship, drivers of employment” (20th edition) in San Sebastián

2014: ARCO 2014 opening.

2017: Event commemorating the 75th anniversary of the third epoch of the General Military Academy

2018: Inauguration of FIMA 2018

2019: Closing session of the “World Law Congress (WLC)” of the “World Jurist Association (WJA)”. (1, 2, 3) & Lunch with the President of Portugal, Marcelo Rebelo de Sousa at la Zarzuela.

2020: Handed the Bullfighting and University Awards of the Real Maestranza de Caballería de Sevilla

2023: Inauguration of the Mobility Museum “Mobility City”; Announcement of the 2023 Social Award of the Princess of Girona Foundation & National Culture Awards 2021

2024: Visit to the SHAPE in Belgium; Presentation of the “Ciudad del español” (City of the Spanish) project and visit to the exhibition of the legacy of Carmen Martín Gaite & Announcement of the winner of the “Art 2024” award from the Princess of Girona Foundation

F&L Through the Years: 1354/??

[ccovarrubias]

@requiemhqsact

TAREA 002: LOS INMORTALES NO SUEÑAN.

PERSONAJE: DANI COVARRUBIAS

PRIMER PÁGINA DEL SUPLEMENTO DEPORTIVO DEL PERIÓDICO ESPAÑOL EL PAÍS.

𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐑��𝐃 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐔 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐒, 𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐃𝐀.

10.00 HORAS, MADRID. — El Real Madrid celebró hace instantes su última victoria. Finalistas en el Mundial de Clubes de dos mil veinticinco, vencieron al Manchester United dos goles sobre cero y se coronaron ganadores máximos del torneo más importante de las primeras ligas del fútbol internacional.

12.43 HORAS, MADRID. — Fotografías compartidas en redes sociales oficiales del capitán y del mediocampista del Real Madrid muestran al equipo sosteniendo la copa del Mundial de Clubes en un festejo privado. Se cerraron las puertas de la discoteca Opium de la capital española para que el equipo de la primera división del club más ganador de la historia del futbol internacional festeje en las instalaciones junto con un puñado de invitados V.I.P, entre los que se destacan figuras de la actuación y el modelaje y de otros tipos de deporte.

04.15 HORAS, MADRID. — El diario El País informa que, pasadas las tres horas de la madrugada, el defensor central del Real Madrid, dorsal número cuatro, de veinticinco años, Daniel Covarrubias hijo, conocido como Dani Covarrubias, perdió el control de su auto Audi en la zona del Puente de Vallecas. Un testigo, que se encontraba en la calle junto con amigos, testificó verlo impactar de lleno contra el muro de un negocio, cuya pared se desmoronó sobre el coche. Ya hay cámaras y reporteros afuera de la clínica privada en la que el estado de Covarrubias se califica como reservado.

06.33 HORAS, MADRID. — El defensor central de veinticinco años ha salido de cirugía con un estado reservado y ha entrado en el ala de terapia intensiva.

07.05 HORAS, MADRID. — Siendo las 7.00 horas tras la final del Mundial de Clubes y el accidente vial de Dani Covarrubias, el Real Madrid ha colgado un comunicado oficial en su página y redes sociales, el cual dice;

"Es con inmensa tristeza y un corazón roto que debemos despedirnos de Dani Covarrubias, nuestro número 4. Dani llegó a la cantera del Real Madrid a los seis años, edad en la que ya no sólo soñaba sino que se empecinaba en convertirse en futbolista. Habiendo jugado partidos amistosos en nuestra primera división desde los quince años, subiendo oficialmente a la misma a los dieciocho, nos dio logros, victorias y gloria con su temple y estrategia técnica. Esperamos que, dónde esté, también siga coronándose. "

En la publicación se indica que habrá una vigilia por Covarrubias en las inmediaciones de la Ciudad Real Madrid en el barrio de Bernabéu, Madrid, a las 14.00 horas del día de hoy.

SECCIÓN DE ESPECTÁCULOS Y CULTURA DEL PERIÓDICO ESPAÑOL EL PAÍS

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐒: ¿𝐐𝐔𝐈É𝐍 𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐃?

Dani Covarrubias quizá sea un nombre conocido en la ciudad de Madrid, pero no tanto para aquellos que no siguen el futbol ni conocen de las personalidades madrileñas de antaño: futbolista de toda la vida, Dani era hijo de Daniel Covarrubias, heredero de la familia Covarrubias, provenientes del pueblo homónimo hace ya cinco generaciones, según documentos, alguna vez dueños de las tierras en las zonas de Salamanca y hasta el Museo del Prado. La familia Covarrubias históricamente ha donado tierras, arte y objetos relevantes a los museos y a la alcaldía de Madrid, teniendo una placa en su honor en la entrada del Ayuntamiento Municipal.

A pesar de la genealogía aristocrática, Dani fue desheredado a los dieciocho y nació en la Clínica de la Trinidad de Madrid sufriendo de cuadro de abstinencia neonatal, lo cual lo mantuvo en la incubadora durante dos semanas. Según registros, su madre está anotada en la partida de nacimiento, pero nunca la conoció.

Los allegados dicen que Covarrubias siempre fue un adolescente complicado, que incluso escapaba de niño de su casa en el inaccessible barrio de Salamanca para terminar en Carabanchel, pero también fue sumamente querido por los fanáticos de su equipo. Sin embargo, registros de la prensa local de Madrid critican actos de vandalismo, peleas y noches en comisarías, juzgando al Real Madrid por encubrir los actos de Covarrubias y pagar su libertad. No tenía hermanos ni más parientes vivos.

Dani llevó al Bernabéu a tres victorias en la UEFA Champions League, terminando finalistas una cuarta vez, y a una reciente victoria en el Mundial de Clubes.

NOTA: El diario El País trató de acercarse al padre de Dani para recibir comentarios con respecto a su hijo y para dar aviso de esta nota, pero no se obtuvo respuesta.

[errico-malatesta]

(Eng below)

Se ha montado la acampada por palestina en Madrid, en la UCM (Universidad Complutense)

El manifiesto y las demandas:

"Animados por el ejemplo internacionalista de los estudiantes de otros países y la resistencia heroica del pueblo palestino, siguiendo las acciones pioneras en la Universidad de Valencia, así como su extensión en Euskal Herria y Barcelona, estudiantes de Madrid hemos decidido unirnos en solidaridad con Palestina. No nos guía un mero afán de imitación, sino la necesidad de organizar la creciente conciencia de rechazo al genocidio perpetrado por israel y la responsabilidad de nuestros gobiernos y de nuestras universidades en el mismo.

Es nuestro deber señalar la complicidad de nuestras universidades, el gobierno español y el conjunto de partidos parlamentarios que lo sostienen con el genocidio que está teniendo lugar en Gaza. Las universidades, dentro de las lógicas imperialistas impuestas por las burguesías nacionales, mantienen convenios de investigación e intercambio de alumnos con universidades israelís, blanqueando de esta forma el genocidio. Además, las universidades públicas están financiadas y tienen en sus consejos sociales a grandes empresas que participan de la venta de armas y colaboran de distintas formas con el sionismo.

En cuanto a nuestras instituciones, mientras se deshacen en declaraciones hipócritas, el estado español siguen aceptando la venta de armas a israel y plegándose a los dictados asesinos de la OTAN. Los gobiernos occidentales en su totalidad -incluyendo aquellos liderados por la socialdemocracia u otras fuerzas progresistas- son cómplices, no solo de las masacres recientes, sino de la continuada existencia del aparato israelí de dominación y apartheid y de la represión contra quienes señalan esta complicidad. Muestra de ello son los continuos bloqueos estadounidenses a las resoluciones de alto el fuego o condenas a Israel en la ONU.

Un conflicto que, repetimos, aunque pueda estar atravesado por intereses de diferentes potencias imperialistas y potencias regionales, no es meramente una guerra por delegación, sino uno de los pocos casos actuales de colonialismo de asentamiento. Israel es un Estado colonial y genocida que constituye la punta de lanza del imperialismo occidental en Oriente Medio. Mientras el Estado colonial exista, Palestina jamás podrá ser libre. La única solución real a este conflicto pasa por la organización de la solidaridad de clase internacional contra el Estado sionista y contra nuestras respectivas burguesías nacionales que sostienen el orden bélico imperialista. Quebrar los intereses capitalistas de nuestros Estados y asegurar el final de las guerras del capital.

Por todo ello, las estudiantes organizadas en las agrupaciones y colectivos del Bloque Interuniversitario por Palestina de Madrid hemos convocado una acampada en solidaridad con Palestina en Ciudad Universitaria, centro simbólico de la universidad madrileña, con el fin de denunciar el genocidio que está llevando a cabo israel con la complicidad de nuestras universidades, la UE y el gobierno de España. Con esta acción exigimos al gobierno una ruptura total de relaciones con israel, y que ponga fin de inmediato al comercio de armas. Así mismo, denunciamos la persecución y criminalización que sufren los movimientos de solidaridad con el pueblo palestino y exigimos la derogación de la ley mordaza, de la ley de extranjería y de la LCU, que permite la represión del movimiento propalestino en las universidades.

Mediante esta acción, exigimos también a los rectores de todas las universidades madrileñas que rompan sus vínculos con el genocidio. Lo que se traduce en una ruptura de convenios de investigación, programas de intercambio de alumnos y el fin de las relaciones económicas y sociales con toda empresa que financie a israel."

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ENGLISH->

We just set up the Palestinian solidarity encampment in Madrid's Complutense university.

The manifest and demands are as follows:

"Encouraged by the internationalist example of students from other countries and the heroic resistance of the Palestinian people, following the pioneering actions at the University of Valencia, as well as its extension in Euskal Herria and Barcelona, students from Madrid have decided to unite in solidarity with Palestine. We are not guided by a mere desire for imitation, but by the need to organize the growing awareness of rejection of the genocide perpetrated by Israel and the responsibility of our governments and our universities in it.

It is our duty to point out the complicity of our universities, the Spanish government and the set of parliamentary parties that support it with the genocide that is taking place in Gaza. The universities, within the imperialist logic imposed by the national bourgeoisies, maintain research and student exchange agreements with Israeli universities, thus whitewashing the genocide. Furthermore, public universities are financed and have on their social councils large companies that participate in the sale of weapons and collaborate in different ways with Zionism.

As for our institutions, while they make hypocritical statements, the Spanish state continues to accept the sale of weapons to Israel and bow to the murderous dictates of NATO. Western governments as a whole - including those led by social democracy or other progressive forces - are complicit, not only in the recent massacres, but in the continued existence of the Israeli apparatus of domination and apartheid and in the repression against those who point out this complicity. Proof of this are the continuous US blockades of ceasefire resolutions or condemnations of Israel at the UN.

A conflict that, we repeat, although it may be crossed by the interests of different imperialist powers and regional powers, is not merely a proxy war, but one of the few current cases of settler colonialism. Israel is a colonial and genocidal state that constitutes the spearhead of Western imperialism in the Middle East. As long as the colonial State exists, Palestine can never be free. The only real solution to this conflict is through the organization of international class solidarity against the Zionist State and against our respective national bourgeoisies that support the imperialist war order. Break the capitalist interests of our States and ensure the end of capital's wars.

For all these reasons, the students organized in the groups and collectives of the Interuniversity Block for Palestine of Madrid have called for a camp in solidarity with Palestine in Ciudad Universitaria, the symbolic center of the Madrid university, in order to denounce the genocide that is being carried out. Israel with the complicity of our universities, the EU and the government of Spain. With this action we demand that the government completely sever relations with Israel, and immediately put an end to the arms trade. Likewise, we denounce the persecution and criminalization suffered by movements of solidarity with the Palestinian people and demand the repeal of the gag law, the immigration law and the LCU, which allows the repression of the pro-Palestinian movement in universities.

Through this action, we also demand that the rectors of all Madrid universities break their links with the genocide. Which translates into a breaking of research agreements, student exchange programs and the end of economic and social relations with any company that finances Israel."

(sorry abt my shitty English I'm too tired to translate all that by hand)

[dakota-zen]

Angel Gonzalez📚

Poeta, catedrático y ensayista español nacido en Oviedo en 1922.

Su poesía, llena de contrastes, discurre entre lo efímero y lo eterno, características que llevan al lector

a divagar y soñar en los temas del amor y de la vida.

Fue maestro nacional, licenciado en Derecho por la Universidad de Oviedo y periodista por la Escuela Oficial

de Periodismo de Madrid. Enseñó Literatura Española Contemporánea en la Universidad de Alburquerque, USA,

habiendo sido profesor visitante en las de Nuevo México, Utah, Maryland y Texas.

Miembro de la Real Academia Española, fue galardonado, entre otros, con el Premio Antonio Machado en 1962,

el Premio Príncipe de

Asturias en 1985, el Reina Sofía de Poesía Iberoamericana en 1996 y el Primer Premio

Internacional de Poesía Ciudad de Granada en el año 2004.

De su obra se destacan los títulos: "Áspero mundo" 1955 , "Sin esperanza, con convencimiento"1961, "Grado elemental"

en 1961, "Tratado de urbanismo" 1967, "Breves acotaciones para unabiografía" 1971, "Prosemas o menos" 1983,

"Deixis de un fantasma" 1992 y su último libro,"Otoño y otras luces" 2001.

Falleció en Madrid el 12 de enero de 2008©

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SOBRE LA APERTURA DE RESERVAS:

Les dejamos aquí la lista de las reservas y los personajes canon: Reservas | Dorne - Dominio - Valle - Occidente - Islas del Hierro - El Norte - Coronas - Los Ríos - Tormentas ¡Hola a todos! Pasamos a recordarles que hoy, domingo 11, se abren las reservas. Consideramos 1 personaje canon y 1 Casa máximo por usuario, es decir; Aunque no vayan a usar personajes canon, no pueden reservar dos Casas. Respecto a los PB, son máximo 2 por usuario. El formato es: PBs + Personaje canon + Casa + Alias + Contraseña. En el foro aceptaremos PB's hechos con IA siempre que cumplan con nuestro estándar de realismo. En este caso, pueden elegir: Reservar un PB que vayan a editar con IA, o no reservar un PB porque no usarán ninguno como base. En caso de lo segundo, les pedimos lo consideren bien ya que gráficas con IA que se parezcan demasiado al rostro de un PB real ya ocupado o reservado, no serán aceptadas. (No se preocupen, estaremos hablando más sobre esto cuando les compartamos las normas de gráficos) Solo aceptamos reservas por ask de tumblr, sin anónimo, con un máximo de dos reservas por cuenta. Si van a utilizar su cuenta para reservar por un amigo, pueden utilizar una de estas dos reservas. Es decir: Uno tendría que reservar un canon, y el otro una Casa. No aceptamos que una cuenta tenga más de este cupo, porque buscamos evitar el acaparamiento. Las reservas tienen que ser de reinos diferentes, no pueden reservar un canon de Las Islas y una Casa de Las Islas. Argentina: 15:00

México (Ciudad de México): 12:00

Chile: 14:00

España (Madrid): 20:00

Colombia: 12:00 ¡Mucha suerte a todos! Esperamos que consigan reservar lo que quieren. ❤️