#GRACIA PAPÁ DIOS

[moviestarmartini]

[nuevasformas]

no paro de pensar en las bandas de ska que tienen "ska" en el mismo nombre de la banda. hice una lista de hipoteticos nombres de bandas de ska y cada vez que se me ocurría uno al buscarlo ya existía al menos una banda o cancion

[mysunshinetemptress]

Patience

Alexia putellas x equestrian!reader

Warnings:rushed shitty writing, not proofread

“Vamos!” You shout arms outstretched above your head in relief and excitement as you watch the Spanish girls dance around the pitch hugging one another and thanking their Japanese opponents, your mamí wraps her arms around you tightly pulling you into a hug “Oh, Potro, eso fue increíble” You let out a small laugh hugging her tighter “Conozco a Mamí y esto es solo el principio, VAMOS ESPAÑA”

You smile watching the team happily talk to each other about the match that has just taken place before deciding to call it a night, you had one final training session before you would have to take part in the first round of the eventing on the 27th.

Your least favourite event was dressage, you hated how meticulous it was how precise, everything had to be on point, one wrong stride and you would be falling down the table, the bid for a medal slipping further away. But dressage was like a dance, a dance where your dance partner is your horse Once fuertes, you lead and he follows in time to the music.

When it’s over and you see your name sitting in first place and you don’t seem to dislike it as much, you are happy with your dance partner, with the precision of his hooves through the sand his strides perfect, of course it is you who cause the fault only a slight one but still you have raked up 16.00 penalty points.

1.5 penalty points less than your closest opponent but it’s not enough.

“Lo siento, mamá, debería haber sido mejor” you fall into your mothers arms “Potro, it was perfect, parada being so hard on yourself, tienes razón donde necesitas ser un potro, llegarás allí, solo espera.” All you can do is let out a grunt as you push off her and turn to follow your grooming team.

You don’t get a day to relax, to process your recent accomplishments instead your sitting on Once fuertes in a forest in Versailles getting ready to take part in the cross country trail for both Spain and yourself just like yesterday.

Only today is not a dance, today is a race against a nine point two minute clock and twenty eight fences/obstacles in the way. Once fuertes is big at 17.5 hands these obstacles will be nothing for him the time trial a minuscule thought for such a long strided horse like him, but it’s up to you to get him there.

You do so perfectly, you trust in him to leap over every obstacle and land ready to race towards the next and he does it without hesitation yet you don’t stop talking to him pushing him forward edging him to go faster to jump higher and it pays off. You hold your lead. You’re still number one, still in position for gold. Your first gold.

Your happier this time around, your mother can tell just from the way your hunched over Once talking to him happily “ Oh, mi chico, eres increíble, eres perfecto, podríamos hacer esto, yo y tú, once, yo y podrías ganarlo todo, oh, ese es mi sueño para ti y para mí.” Your mother pats Once happily “Bien hecho once, gracias por cuidar de mi potro” you beam down at your mother before swinging your leg over and jumping down from the thoroughbred laughing happily as your mamí pulls you in for another bone crushing hug “Dios mío, mamá I think we might actually have a chance, we might actually place on the podium me and Spain, me and Once.” Tears spring to your mothers eyes, happy tears at your growing excitement, at your accomplishments so far “I don’t think you’ll just place Potro, you will win it all, you and España and Once, you will win the gold.” You shake your head not wanting to get your hopes up just yet “Paciencia, es todo lo que tengo en este deporte.” Your mother squeezed your arms before letting you stand back as you got ready to follow your groomers again “you sound just like your Papá.”

It’s not over, far from it, you still have the eventing show jumping tomorrow, the team final and the individual qualifiers but tonight you can relax, tonight you get to watch La Rojas face off against Nigeria, tonight you get to focus back on a different race for a podium and your happy to get to switch off even just for an hour.

You sit happily in the Olympic village with your team around a table as you watch the girls battle it out, fighting for a point that never seems to come. “Uhh, no van a anotar, quiero decir, vamos, quedan diez minutos.” Your teammate Carlos shakes his head, you simply smile and shake your head “Paciencia Carlos, they will strike when they are good and ready. She will strike when she is good and ready.” The team laugh at your faith in the Spanish girls, your faith in your favourite player La Reina herself, but it is you who is laughing five minutes later when Alexia scores the only goal of the match “Mira, te lo dije, when she is good and ready.”

You look out at the castle the next morning getting ready to walk the course with your teammates insuring you know your route, your strides, when to push Once on more with your leg and when to let off, to losen the reins, this is it, you could win your first gold medal today with Spain, your first gold medal as an individual, you just have to be patient.

You must qualify in the top twenty five to reach the individual qualifiers, you must be in the top twenty five to win, you have to jump a clear round all while staying within the eighty second time period. Once has to stay calm, so you have to stay calm, Once must keep his strides precise, he can’t over stretch, he might knock a pole if he does, he might knock more than one and the penalties you have been working so hard to keep down could wrack up suddenly, but again your against the clock a time trial, you have to do this fast, he has to do this fast, you both have to do this fast and clean together, it’s the only way you will keep your spot.

And you do. You jump last for Spain, you jump clear for Spain, for your self, to qualify for the individual medal, not a single pole rocked within the cups and you stayed five seconds under the time limit, for Spain, for you and Once, you were perfect, he was perfect, now it’s a waiting game as the last five jumpers get ready to try and knock Spain off the gold position.

None of your other teammates scores are as perfect as yours but they aren’t the worst, not even middle, they are comfortably in the top twenty and so you stand in the stands to watch the final rider with bated breath.

Great Britain sit second, France sit third and with Tom McEwans for Great Britain four faults in his round he seals the deal on all three podium spots, you have done it, you’ve won a gold medal, Spain have won a gold medal, Once has won you both a gold medal and now you have to refocus to win your individual one.

Your jumping last out of the twenty five riders, you sit in first and you can’t do anything except watch how the riders ahead of you take this new course, their turns, their leg sheathed it’s on or off, how their horses react, you watch the screen as the names move up and down below the top four, the top four, four faults sit between you all, four faults is all it will take for you to drop off the podium altogether, for this to be all for nothing and as your time comes closer it seems to be the only thing swimming around your head.

But it clears, it clears as you swing your leg over Once and as your mamí squeezes your leg before turning to the thoroughbred “Enciérdala por mí, cuida a mi pequeño potro.”

Sixty seconds till your gold medal, sixty seconds till you hold a gold medal, till you and Once become Olympic champions sixty seconds and a clear round.

You don’t remember the course, you don’t remember starting the course, but the roar as Once touches the ground on the far side of the final fence, clear, two seconds under the time giving, clear, clear, he jumped clear, you jumped clear both of you together jumped clear, your an Olympic champion, Once is an Olympic champion, Spain are Olympic champions and all you can do is look towards the sky and shout.

You arrive back to the village beaming, two gold medals around your neck, a team and an individual, you won’t have time to celebrate it, not yet, the games aren’t over but for now you beam and let out quite thanks you’d as athletes pass you in the village congratulating you as they pass.

You freeze as a certain athlete stands in front of you “Guau, hace tres días y ya tienes dos medallas de oro, debes ser bueno.” Your frozen unable speak, unable to think, unable to breath. She’s gorgeous, she’s breathtaking and she’s standing right in front of you. “No, No not really.” She smiles holding out her hand to you “I’m Alexia.” You look at her hand before taking it gently, scared your hand might pass through hers “I-I am Y/n.” Alexia beams happily holding your hand for far longer than she expected but she thinks you’re gorgeous, that you’re breathtaking and so she doesn’t mind “I was going to get a go coffee, would you like to join me.” You nod before finding your words “Sí, me encantaría.”

You let out a laugh as Alexia tells you of her younger sister Alba stating that the only role she wanted in the Olympics was that of a WAG or singing in the opening ceremony.

You sit happily listening to her talk about her family, talks about them like you have known her and them forever, you want to ask about her father but decide that if she isn’t happy mentioning him to you, a complete stranger she met mere hours ago then you weren’t going to ask.

“I am here for Fútbol.” You nodded “Sí, I-I am a fan.” Alexia doesn’t react like you thought she would, her smile seems to grow “a fan, of Spain?, of Barcelona?, of me?.” You laugh “De todos ustedes, de España, de Barcelona de ustedes, la Reina- I have been in love with fútbol my entire life, I have been a culers my entire life, and I have been a fan of you since you started playing.” Alexia lets out a sigh, a content sigh. “That is good, because I don’t think I could give my phone number to a Real Madrid supporter.” You laugh again this time sliding your phone over to the older girl.

Alexia watch’s you as she types in her number, adding emojis to her name. “So you never told me what sport you’re so great at that you won both of your medals for.” You blush as the conversation turns to you, you were quite content listening to Alexia talk and now she had switched to you. “Ecuestre, this one is from the team eventing so Yo y otros tres ciclistas ganamos este.” You hold out your team gold medal for Alexia to inspect “Y entonces this one is my individual medal, but really I couldn’t have done it without Once.” You hold out your individual medal as Alexia’s eyebrows raise “what is your horses name.” You smile “Once fuertes” Alexia nods approving “eleven is a strong number alright.” You let out a giggle taking back your medals “so what does Once get.” You go to take your phone out to show her pictures of the thoroughbred “he gets a rosette, and carrots, lots of carrots.” Alexia let’s out a small oh “well that’s not fair.” You pause as you go to hand over your phone “what do you mean.” Alexia shrugs “well your job is easy, the horse does all the work, so shouldn’t he get a better prize.” You feel your face heat up and turn bright red from embarrassment, as you smile sheepishly putting your phone back in your pocket, you push your chair to get up from the table and Alexia can tell she’s said the wrong thing “Y/n.” You ignore her as you stand “Good luck for the rest of the games.” You leave immediately as Alexia shakes her head “Joder.”

Alexia tried texting you but your not answering and so she decides to see if you have any social media, with a quick google of your name Alexia feels her guilt increase ten fold “Y/n Ferré Balagueró dedicates her Olympic wins to her father.” “MIERDA”

[cuarzorosita]

amo como escribess, te puedo pedir un one shot también medio doméstico pero de enzo y su hijo? donde su esposa espera otro bebé 😭😭😭

por favorr y amo tu one shot lo leo cada cinco minutos 💘💘💘💘

💐 ˚. ࣪ ⊹ UN RECUERDO . . . enzo vogrincic

♫ play beautiful boy by john lennon

⠀⠀⠀𐙚 ˚. ࣪ ⊹ . . . pairing : enzo vogrincic x fem!reader.

⠀⠀⠀𐙚 ˚. ࣪ ⊹ . . . warning(s) : enzo siendo un poco ⠀⠀⠀sobreprotector, embarazo, mucho fluff.

⠀⠀⠀𐙚 ˚. ࣪ ⊹ . . . summary : dejar un recuerdo familiar es ⠀⠀⠀todo lo que necesitas para llenar el corazón de tu ⠀⠀⠀esposo.

⠀⠀⠀𐙚 ˚. ࣪ ⊹ . . . emi's note : muchas gracias mi niñaa, me ⠀⠀⠀alegro mucho que te haya gustado y espero este ⠀⠀⠀también. esta es la referencia que use para que se ⠀⠀⠀hagan una idea del cuadrito y dios mio enzo papá ⠀⠀⠀me mata. gracias por el apoyo <3.

sonreíste cuando escuchaste la puerta de entrada abrirse y los pasos apresurados de su hijo.

enzo había ido a comprar un pequeño lienzo junto a su hijo, y tú, que no podías hacer mucho esfuerzo, te quedaste en casa.

habían escogido los colores desde antes, buscando tres de ellos que combinaran perfectamente, los habías ordenado ya en la mesa a la espera de los dos hombres.

¿y para que lo querían? pues bien, habías visto una tonelada de vídeos donde los padres con sus hijos marcaban sus manos en un cuadro, dejándolo como un recuerdo.

y no pudiste evitar querer lo mismo.

así que se lo contaste a enzo, tu esposo, que ante tu emoción y ojos estrellados, claramente no iba a decir que no.

"llegamos, chiquita" escuchaste a enzo antes de ver su figura atravesar el pasillo hasta la sala.

"¡mami!" eloy, tu hijo, apareció detrás de su padre, saltando al sillón donde estabas. reíste levemente cuando viste los ojos de enzo abrirse por la preocupación.

"ten cuidado, hijo" le dijo, acercándose y arrodillandose frente a ti. su mano cálida acarició tu vientre abultado con una sonrisa.

"¿y vos?, ¿te portaste bien?" acercó sus labios hasta tu vientre; dejaste un beso en la cabeza de tu hijo cuando este la apoyo en tu hombro y acariciaste el pelo de enzo.

"siempre se porta bien" respondiste por tú bebé por obvias razones, enzo subió sus ojos hasta tu rostro, observandote con una sonrisa.

"me alegro mucho, mi gordita" sus dos manos viajaron a los costados de tu vientre, acariciandolo mientras seguía dejando besos.

por mucho que amabas las caricias de enzo, tenías muchas ganas de hacer el cuadro, así que te estiraste con la intención de ponerte de pie. enzo bufó, demasiado concentrado en darle besos a su bebé.

"dale, gordita. déjame ayudarte" se puso de pie rápidamente, tomando una de tus manos y poniendo la suya en tu espalda baja.

te reíste de lo preocupado que era enzo en tu embarazo. no te sorprendió, el era exactamente igual en tu primer embarazo.

siempre queriendo cuidarte de lo más insignificante para ti, pero para él, todo era un peligro. no podía arriesgarse a que algo les pasará.

después de todo, eran su familia.

su hogar.

entrelazaste tus dedos con los de enzo y con los de eloy, caminando hacía la mesa donde anteriormente ya habías ordenado todo.

enzo frunció levemente su ceño cuando vio las cosas ordenadas "gorda, no tenías que ordenarlo todo" te dijo al oído, dejando un beso en el costado de tu cabeza.

sonreíste "pero quería hacer algo también" enzo asintió resignado.

te entrego el lienzo que le habías pedido. uno pequeño pero lo suficientemente grande para que sus manos entraran.

"muchas gracias, amor" con tu mano unida, lo atrajiste hasta ti, besándolo suavemente.

sentiste como enzo sonreía en medio del beso, llevo su mano hacía tu cintura, donde acarició y apretó suavemente.

no podía evitar tener sus manos fuera de tu cuerpo cuando, sobretodo ahora, que estabas embarazada. la idea de que ten��as a su hijo dentro, cuidándolo y protegiéndolo hacía que sus ojos se llenaran de lágrimas.

"¡wakala!" escuchaste a tu hijo gritar y no pudiste evitar reírte justo en la boca de enzo, que de igual manera se reía.

"boe, cuando vos tengas novia no vas a decir lo mismo" lo señaló con su dedo, mostrando sus blancos dientes cuando su hijo negó con la cabeza.

"mentira" respondió eloy cruzándose de brazos. mientras enzo discutía con un niño de 4 años, te encargaste de desenvolver el lienzo, tiraste el plástico a la basura y te giraste a los dos vogrincic.

"dejen de discutir, bobos" llamaste su atención "vengan" enzo tomo a su hijo entre sus brazos, dejándolo sentado con cuidado sobre la mesa.

su brazo se posó en tu cintura mientras él se deslizaba a tu lado. dejo descansar su cabeza en tu hombro, haciendo un camino de besos hasta tu mejilla.

río levemente cuando observó tus movimientos nerviosos por sus besos. llevaban más de 10 años juntos y aún lograba ponerte nerviosa.

era su simple presencia la que te hacía tener una respiración acelerada.

le pegaste un codazo leve en el estómago, logrando llenar el pincel con pintura "vení, elo" tu hijo se acercó lo suficiente a ti, dejando su pequeña mano sobre tu palma.

deslizaste el pincel sobre su manito y sonreíste cuando lo escuchaste reír.

"me da cosquillas, mami" dijo el niño, dejando que guiaras su mano hasta el centro del lienzo.

su pequeña mano quedo pintada, destacando sobre el blanco del fondo. sentiste a enzo ajustarse a tu alrededor, sonriendo ante la marca.

la manito era tan pequeña, que te entristeció pensar que algún día dejaría de ser así.

un beso reconfortante llego a tu mejilla, al igual que las caricias en tu cintura. enzo entendía que a veces las hormonas golpeaban tus sentimientos más sensibles.

"¡te toca, mami!" sonrió eloy. enzo tomo el pincel de entre tus dedos y lo sumergió en el agua, buscando quitarle el color anterior.

lo saco y secó, colocándole el color que tu habías elegido; con la mano que tenía en tu cintura, tomo tu mano delicadamente, llevándola hasta sus labios antes de pasar el pincel desde la punta de tus dedos hasta la palma.

trazó tu mano con agilidad como si fuera un pintor, pero con delicadeza como si te fueras a romper.

cuando terminó, dejaste caer tu mano sobre la marca que la mano de tu hijo había dejado, haciendo presión para que quedara completamente marcada.

la quitaste, apreciando como la marca había quedado justo con la mano de tu hijo en medio, completando tu mano.

"es precioso" enzo juro casi derretirse en tu hombro ante la imagen.

eran las manos de aquellos que más amaba. las manos que se deslizaban por su cabello en las noches o por su rostro cuando querías un beso.

las manos que se estiraban hacía él para ser tomado en brazos o para envolverse en su cuello en busca de un abrazo.

enzo había formado un sentimiento de amor tan profundo y desorbitante por ti, por tu hijo, que podía dar su vida por la de ustedes.

y por último, fue el turno de la suya.

repetiste el proceso de limpiarla y llenarla de pintura, lo pasaste por su mano y la acomodaste para que quedara perfectamente centrada.

dejo caer su mano en el lienzo, haciendo la misma presión para que no sea su mano la que arruinará el lienzo.

cuando la quito, el recuerdo estaba terminado.

su mano era mucho más grande que la tuya o que la de tu hijo, pero parecía que las tres encajaban como piezas de rompecabezas.

una mano sobre la otra, sellando un vínculo como lo es la familia.

"me encanta" susurraste, acercando a tu hijo en un abrazo. enzo no tardó en envolver sus brazos alrededor de los dos.

bueno, tres.

los mecio de lado a lado, sintiendo un sentimiento de protección en su pecho. es aquí donde él pertenece. en ningún otro lugar más que con ustedes en sus brazos.

"te amo, gordita, mucho" susurró en tu oído.

© CUARZOROSITA | do not copy, steal, adapt or translate my works.

[baby-ana1]

CHIQUISSSS! ESTOY MUY FELIZZZZ

Mi papá me compró una báscula y adivinen qué

PESO 47 KILOSSSSS AHHHHHH! SOLO 1 KILO PARA MI PRIMER OBJETIVOOOO

Ay dios que felicidad! Nunca Había progresado tanto!

Estoy tan feliz y agradecida con Ana y toda su comunidad! 💕 los amo, y gracias por estar a mi lado. Nunca me había sentido tan parte de algo, estoy muy feliz, les prometo que nunca voy a parar y que cumpliré con las órdenes de Ana al pie de la letra!

Actualmente mi MCI es de 20.1 ♡

YO SE QUE SE PUEDE, CAMINEMOS HACIA DELANTE MIRANDO HACIA EL FUTURO Y EL FUTURO ES LA PERFECCIÓN ✨️

Es tu elección...

[ferrstappen]

Hello! Your writing style is amazing!!!

I was wondering if you could write about bf carlos and y/n on a little summer getaway with his family during summer break. With soft prompts like hugs from behind

Thankss

paella en mallorca l Carlos Sainz blurb

Palma de Mallorca was just one of those places; pristine waters, breathtaking scenery, great night life and even better food.

But that was before you met Carlos. Now it meant family game nights with his family, hushed whimpers in the middle of the night to not wake anyone up, laughter that made your cheeks hurt, stolen kisses when his parents weren't watching as if you were teenagers, mornings with dogs barking and waves crashing.

For some reason, days like this with your boyfriend's family were just as good as when you got him to yourself in your shared apartment, because seeing him with his family and being incorporated so easily in the dynamic was one of the best feelings ever.

Especially now when you were easily discussing the latest MET Gala looks with Ana and Blanca, sipping white wine, wearing bikini tops and a light cover-up, protecting your eyes from the sun as the boys discussed motorsports.

Nobody really wanted to be too close to the open fire where lunch was being cooked, the sun already too blinding and weather too warm for anyone's liking, but for some reason your boyfriend placed the charcuterie board near the paellera, forcing you to get up.

"Why are you giving my sisters more attention than me?"

You weren't even startled by the voice of your boyfriend as he placed his chin on your shoulder, forcing you to turn around and find his brown eyes shining and full lips trying to mimic a pout, but it wasn't really working, making you giggle while fixing a loose strand of his hair.

"You're welcome to the conversation, mi amor," you smiled at him, but the answer wasn't exactly what he wanted.

"No, it's my break and you are supposed to be with me," Carlos complained and turned you around, circling his arms on your bare torso and again placing his chin on your shoulder, stealing kisses on your cheek. "Come on, cariño. Let's eat and then we can go for a walk with Piñón, just the three of us,"

Of course you agreed, nothing got better than lazy days walking around with Carlos and Piñón, enjoying the sun and stopping for some good gelato or a cold beer on the way.

"Amor, why did you leave the board so close to the fire? The cheese is melting," you accused your voice using a tender voice, but that wasn't what got his attention.

He let go of your waist and walked towards his dad who was overlooking what he called su especialidad and didn't take kindly to anyone who told him what to do or how to do it.

"Papá, venga que se va a recocer esto," Carlos told his dad. Dad, come on, this is going to be overcooked.

His senior was outraged, trying to prove to his son that everything was cooking perfectly and to not mess with his paella, and of course your boyfriend retaliated, telling his dad he didn't want to eat something that was overcooked, because everyone knew Carlos Sainz Jr. was not going to stop until he proved his argument, even over something as silly as this.

He was in the middle of saying something about the right point of the squid or some ingredient when it was your time to wrap your arms around his middle and kiss the nape of his neck, his hands immediately finding yours and growing quiet, an automatic smile decorating his features with your touch.

"Gracias a Dios por mi nuera, pa' que cierres la boca un rato!" Thank God for my daughter-in-law so you can shut up for a while!

[mobox87]

¿Y el resto de los chamacos Afton si fueron planeados; o Michael tuvo con sus compas una conversación tipo "Mis papás me dijeron que fuí un accidente, y o sea, yo se los digo a mis hermanos pero yo se los digo con gracia"?

REMEMBER THAT WHITE SYMBOLIZES DEATH BY LOSS OF BLOOD, children are no longer alive.

JAJAJAJA LO RESUMO CON QUE

A michael lo hicieron en un Autocinema

A kenny en el campo de golf (Dios, Afton ADORA jugar Golf)

Elizabeth: Noche de juegos en casa de Afton

y Brandy ya se saben la historia JAJAJAJJA

Y EN TODAS SIEMPRE LLEVAVA EL GLOBO ROTO JAJAJAJ

[latinotiktok]

Propaganda:

Shrek & Burro

-Shrek - realmente se necesita explicación?

-Shrek, él es completamente un latino que tiene que vivir en gringolandia (sólo tenés que ver la segunda película para entender esto) Además la versión latino es muchísimo mejor que la original o cualquier otra, vos decís una frase de cualquiera de las pelis a otro latino y va a saber que viene de Shrek, en otros lugares no es así. Como nacionalidad no estoy seguro de donde pero latino si o si

-Veo. Nadie mencionó a Burro de Shrek? Nadie??? NADIE??? BURRO DOBLADO POR EUGENIO DERBEZ Y QUE GRACIAS AL MALPARIDO TUVIMOS A OBRA MAESTRA, LA JOYA, EL REGALO A LA HUMANIDAD QUE ES SHREK EN ESPAÑOL????????

-si puedo ofrecer a otro personaje, el burrito de Shrek. siento que le debemos demasiado como cultura como para negarle un puesto. el original podrá ser Eddie Murphy pero el doblaje de Eugenio Derbez todos nos lo sabemos de memoria.

-BURRO DE SHREK NO SE PQ NO LO DIJE ANGMTES EUGENIO DERBEZ TE ODIO PERO QUE GOD

Jojo's

-Todos los Jojos son latinos

-Los Jojo's. Porque son familia numerosa, tienen un desmadre, nadie tiene papá y así. Además hay un chorro de edits de los personajes en situaciones tercermundistas, busca Jotaro comiendo takis afuera del oxxo. Je

-Todos los Jojos pero en especial Jotaro que embarca en una aventura a través del mundo para salvar a su mamá, empieza algo macho pero luego se deconstruye (lo más hombre latino que puedes ser) (fuente: los ángeles me entregaron este mensaje)

-Joseph Joestar, hace lo que se le canta el ojete y vive en un cumpleañito, ama a su madre y cuernió a su mujer

-Paco Laburantes de Jojo's es argentino pq es insufrible, tiene papá alcohólico, se llama laburante y encima es chorro

-Jotaro Kujo is literally chicano

-Los jojos son un huevo, la mita no tiene padres. el pais no importa, caben en cualquiera pero si hay que elegir uno México por tequila joseph

-Joseph Joestar, conozco a varias personas que se comportan como el (ruidosos, creidos, quieren mucho a los abuelos, se quieren pelear con tipos que les sacan 50 kilos de músculo y ver cada culo que pueden), más cuando estan borrachos. Además, tequila Joseph Joseph Joestar, I know several people who behave like him (loud, arrogant, they love their grandparents a lot, they want to fight with guys who have 50 kilos of muscle on them and check out every ass they can), especially when they are drunk. Plus, tequila Joseph

-narancia ghirga from jojos bizarre adventure. just cuz

-DIO BRANDO de jjb

Guido Mista (jojo). Su suéter es celeste y blanco ARGENTINA CAMPEON DEL MUNDOO

-Narancia Ghirga porque él es mi causa, yo sé que su mamá al menos fue peruana, me lo dijo Araki

-Sheila E. de la novela de JoJo's Purple Haze Feedback tiene que ser latina si o si, y tengo evidencia; en primera su nombre viene de una mujer de descendencia latinoamericana, mas especifica mexicana, ademas que su nombre de nacimiento (Capezzuto) recuerda a los apellidos que llevamos varios latinos que tienen descendencia italiana. creció en el campo y en ocasiones se menciona que creció jugando en los ríos y afuera en la naturaleza, como buena latinoamericana 💪 también lleva ropa que (deliberadamente!) recuerda a diseños nativos Americanos, la novela es bastante bruta en cuanto culturas nativas pero Araki, que hizo el diseño de Sheila, lleva un entendimiento por lo menos estético de los pueblos nativo. es religiosa en una forma muy latina, no se como explicarlo pero hace sentido 💪💪 no puede pelear contra alguien que siente que hace mas bien que ella, y siente que su vida no vale mucho, entonces se la pasa tratando de sacrificarse por la gente que piensa vale mas que ella. paso un cuarto de su vida buscando a un tipo que mato a su hermana Clara, y se unio a un cartel para matarlo. cuando tenia 10 años. es bien perra nunca inperra, en la novela casi se agarra a piñas con 2 viejos distintos encima de todo eso, se la pasa sirviendo concha absoluta💅💅💅 tiene un sentido del olfato mega desarrollado, es tortillera y trava, tiene problemas mentales, y como todo latino al final se quizo agarrar a piñas con alguien y acabo echa pija. perdón mods de latinotiktok. tengo problemas y esta morra es 6 de ellos.

-un personaje de jojos recientemente introducido llamado Paco. En resumen es un tipo alto y musculoso que anda por la calle sin remera y con los ojos todos manchados con delineador. Es un forro y encima medio pelotudo pero en el fondo es buen tipo. Le encanta afanar cosas y es mejor amigo de un chico de quince años que lo ayuda a vender droga. Su superpoder es que puede agarrar cosas con la espalda. En mi humilde opinión este tipo es argentino porque su apellido es literalmente Laburantes y también porque es muy gracioso y lo amo.

-Dio brando as argentine. he's a rugbier and also in an alternative universe his name is confirmed to be a shortening of diego. i rest my case

-guido mista bc literally just look at him.

-Si puedo nominar dos veces, quiero añadir otra nominación para los JoJos. Criados por mamás solteras, con papás que solo se aparecen cuando ya están grandes para causar problemas. Tiene mucho énfasis en la música que es algo con lo que cualquier latino se identifica. La masculinidad tóxica abunda a veces pero la lección siempre es que ser campy le salva a uno la vida, lo cual es una lucha de todos los días acá en Latinoamérica.

Yo tambien vengo a nominar a los jojo. Siempre traen desmadre a donde sea que vayan y estoy segura que si alguna vez se hace reunión familiar, van a terminar en puras broncas por los terrenos/ofensas personales que ni al caso. Aparte se ven como que por cualquier cumple tiran cohetes 💁‍♀️

Todos los Jojos son Latines agreed pero creo que con los Pillar Men en cuenta deberían ser Mexicanos. Jotaro salió del Conalep y ustedes bien que lo saben

-bueno mira yo tengo un AU en mi cabeza de los jojos parte 5 que son italianos bueno en mi AU son argentinos descendientes te inmigrantes italianos-- *lo pisa un camion*

-Yukako Yamagishi de jojos recontra latina

-Dio Brando argentino súper argentino es inexplicable

[artmiabynana]

Disserte sobre o Enzo casado com uma atriz famosa pf✨

Química (Enzo Vongrincic)

Vongrincicenzo

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"... Queridos, gracias por darme la oportunidad de interpretar a Lucca (o papá Lu☺️). Rodar esta película fue increíble, ya que nunca me imaginé actuando en un drama, pero ahora me he apegado tanto a su vida que es difícil decirle adiós.

En particular gracias a ti ___ por ser mi esposa durante estos 8 meses de rodaje. Lo mejor de la película fue ganarse su amistad, su confianza y su admiración. Te amo y lo sabes."

Comentários:

Useralidkwoa: "Eu te amo e você sabe" ENZO????? QUE???

Delluxa230: "Amizade" Ata, vai avisando

— Simonhempe: ¡Toda la suerte para ti! Eu amo os dois! 💞🇧🇷

- Hombre, dios mio 🤦🤦

‐ SeuUser: A qual é, Simon! Não era pra contar agora 😡

Simonhempe: Gente desculpa 🥹🥹

— SeuUser: 🥹🥹 Eu também te amo, cariño!

User21: NÃO ERA PRA CONTAR O QUE???? O QUE SIMON HEMPE SABE E NÓS NÃO?!

— Simonhempe: 🫢🤫

— Enzo nunca imaginava que voltaria a se apaixonar tão intensamente quando te viu. Vocês se encontraram pela primeira vez durante as primeiras filmagens do novo filme de drama, e de início o diretor do filme elogiou a química de vocês dois, como se fossem namorados na vida real.

— Ele é um ator reconhecido pelos filmes que havia feito, principalmente A Sociedade da neve, e você e conhecida por atuar em algumas séries famosas e ser filha de um casal de atores brasileiros famosos.

— Quando a notícia foi divulgada, os comentários foram divididos ao meio. Metade comemorou e levou a Internet aos gritos, e a outra julgou, já que nenhum dos dois eram aptos pro trabalho de drama familiar.

— O filme retratava um casal divorciado lidando com o primeiro filho, quando descobrem que a criança tem uma doença rara e precisam lidar juntos para cuidar do pequeno. Vocês trabalharam por meses na conexão que iriam ter que criar, virando melhores amigos durante os meses de gravação.

— Quando o filme finalmente foi lançado, ninguém esperava que ele seria tão aclamado. As críticas foram excelentes, elogiando as atuações, a trilha sonora, a trama e a química dos atores.

"A relação entre os dois atores, já amplamente documentada pela mídia, transcende o tabloide e se transforma em uma performance tocante na tela. É como se suas histórias pessoais e profissionais se entrelaçassem, elevando o filme a um nível emocional que poucas produções contemporâneas conseguem alcançar. Não é apenas a história de uma família lidando com a adversidade, mas uma reflexão sobre o que significa ser pai, mãe e ex-cônjuges tentando se reconectar em nome de algo maior."

— No festival de Cannes, a foto de vocês dois foi uma das mais comentadas da noite. Enzo usava o típico terno preto com gravata borboleta, enquanto um dos braços estava em sua cintura, e você sorria abertamente para ele, com os cabelos esvoaçantes e o vestido vermelho em destaque. O olhar trocado foi o alvo, com comentários dizendo que somente um casal de verdade se encarava daquela forma.

— Alguns dias após o festival, durante a promoção de divulgação, alguns paparazzis fotografaram você e Enzo em um passeio de barco sozinhos. Em clima de casal, a foto circulou em todo lugar e como Simon Hempe já havia deixado escapar, o rumor aumentou ainda mais quando o namoro foi confirmado através de uma foto de você e de Enzo usando alianças iguais.

— A declaração veio a público, com vocês dois contando que estavam juntos antes mesmo do filme ser divulgado a mídia, durante uma entrevista para um jornalista. Novamente foram ovacionados pelo público, mas o legal era que o namoro não era nenhum pouco afetado com as declarações.

— Você e Enzo eram tão um do outro, que o namoro era muito tranquilo e maduro. Apesar da diferença de idade, não era algo que atrapalhava. Viviam fazendo homenagens um pro outro, e apesar da rotina corrida, sempre apareciam juntos quando o filme ou série acabavam sendo gravado em outros países.

— Dois anos de namoro depois, postaram uma foto que haviam casado as escondidas, somente com os amigos próximos e apesar da alma de fofoqueiro, Hempe conseguiu ser contido e se segurou pra não contar.

— Foi uma cerimônia simples, na praia de La Paloma. Uma festa somente para os mais íntimos do casal, o que virou um alvo de fofoca, já que muitos fãs sentiram falta de "alguns" amigos no local.

— As fotos foram publicadas por ambos, mostrando o que tinham conseguido registrar, mas é claro que o Enzo tinha um carrossel no feed do Instagram com fotos somente suas.

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Sé que digo te amo todos los días, y que te amo en todas tus versiones, pero te amo aún más como mi esposa. 🤍

Comentários:

Recaltmatias: Tá chega, a gente já entendeu que a química de vocês passou da tela 🙄 queremos saber quando que os bebês vão vir ao mundo.

Delluxa230: Não aguento ele todo apaixonadinho 😭😭 que lindinhos!! 💞

Simonhempe: Agora posso comentar que já sabia antes que todo mundo? Porque eu sabia 🫢

Seuuser: Eu te amo pra sempre, marido. 🤍

Eu espero que tenha agradado, pq eu adorei escrever ela e em breve quero detalhar ela ainda mais ☝🏻🤓

[xjulixred45x]

If in dead royalty au hades is dead that means melinoe never born?

Yes and no.

I mean, Melinoe is not born as Zagreus' sister for obvious reasons in this AU. But she could be born as the DAUGHTER of Zagreus for example.

Let's say that Melinoe is the daughter of Zagreus with Consort in this AU (because 1-consort can have any appearance we want and 2- so we don't change Melinoe's cool design much), the firstborn, the current princess of the Underworld and the heir of Zagreus.

She would probably still be trained by Hecate, although I can definitely see Zagreus insisting that someone like Odysseus, Patroclus or some hero like Pentisilea train her and have more experience outside of magic.

Melinoe definitely changes her personality in this AU as Cronos does not happen (at least not that type of enemy, I will see in another post what the villain of the second game would be), here Melinoe is still focused and determined, yes, but it is a lot more relaxed and calm as there is no constant threat.

Zagreus, as I said in another Post, would love his children very much and would try to be the father that he could not have in Hades. Therefore, Melinoe holds her father and mother/dad/parent in high esteem, she loves them very much.

but it doesn't mean that they don't have problems like in everything. Zagreus becomes tougher as he ages, especially when it comes to the safety of his family, so he tends to be a little too protective. which leads him to be aggressive towards anyone he considers a threat to the Underworld and/or his family.

Melinoe thinks this is excessive and sometimes it leads them to argue. but hey. nothing that cannot be solved (let's say she only accepts certain measures when it comes to Consort since they is not a god by birth, but the rest? overwhelming)

I think that thanks to this Melinoe is more likely to tell things to Consort first, because they are not as overprotective as Zag, but it doesn't really mean that she doesn't trust him, she just doesn't want to worry him.

Overall, they are a pretty cute father and daughter duo.

Can you imagine that just as Melinoe can control the Shades, she could also see the "ghost" of Hades when she was little? Zagreus' reaction would be interesting.

_____

Si y no.

osea, Melinoe no nace como hermana de Zagreus por obvias razones en este AU. pero si podria llegar a nacer como la HIJA de Zagreus por ejemplo.

digamos que Melinoe es la hija de Zagreus con Consorte en este AU(porque 1-consorte puede tener cualquier apariencia que queramos y 2- asi no cambiamos mucho el diseño chingon de Melinoe), la primogénita, la actual princesa del Inframundo y la heredera de Zagreus.

probablemente seguiria siendo entrenada por Hécate, aunque definitivamente puedo ver a Zagreus insistiendo en que alguien como Odiseo, Patroclo o algun heroe como Pentisilea la entrene y tener mas experiencia aparte de la magia.

Definitivamente Melinoe cambia de personalidad en este AU al no ocurrir lo de Cronos(al menos no ese tipo de enemigo, lo vere en otro post cual seria el villano del segundo juego), aqui Melinoe sigue siendl centrada y determinada, si, pero es mucho mas relajda y tranquila al no haber amenaza constante.

Zagreus, como dije en otro Post, amaria mucho a sus hijos y trataria de ser el padre que no pudo tener en Hades. por lo que Melinoe tiene a su padre y madre/papá/progenitor en alta estima, los quiere mucho.

peeeero no quiere decir que no tengan problemas como en todo. Zagreus mientras envejece se hace mas duro, especialmente cuando se trata de la seguridad de su familia, por lo que tiende a ser un poquito muy protector. lo que lleva a que sea agresivo con quien considere una amenaza para el Inframundo y/o su familia.

Melinoe cree que esto es excesivo y a veces eso los lleva a discutir. pero hey. nada que no se pueda solucionar(digamos que solo acepta ciertas medidas cuando se tratan de Consorte al no ser dios de nacimiento, pero el resto? sobrecojedor)

creo que gracias a esto Melinoe es mas propensa a decirle las cosas primero a Consorte, porque no son tan sobreprotectores como Zag, pero realmente no significa que no confíe en el, solo no quiere preocuparlo.

en general, son un duo padre e hija bastante lindo.

¿se imaginan que al igual que Melinoe puede controlar las Shades, tambien pudiera ver cuando era pequeña al "fantasma" de Hades? la reaccion de Zagreus seria interesante.

[xochiquetza3autora]

Este es nuestro primer día de acción de gracias desde el divorcio porque papá se dio cuenta de que mamá y yo somos amantes y que el bebé que había tenido no era suyo, tal vez papá no era el tipo más brillante pero el hecho de que se hubiera hecho la vasectomía debió haber sido su primera pista ¿No?... Mamá siempre había querido tener más hijos, y cuando papá se fue, nos pusimos manos a la obra para formar otra familia propia. Estaba lista para tener gemelas y ya estaba en contacto con varias clínicas de fertilidad para madres maduras incestuosas de "Jocasta Fertility Clinics" dirigidas por una pequeña secta llamada "los Testigos de Edipo".

Por la forma en que habló en la mesa, radiante con una mano sobre su vientre, sonaba como si quisiera quedar embarazada hasta que mi pequeño hijo/hermano se graduara.

[letras-de-maye]

Porque en medio de todo lo que estás viviendo llega Dios y te dice: Aquí estoy, nunca Te he dejado, Tengo cuidado de ti.

Gracias Padre Bueno, porque tienes detalles con tus hijos, estás ahí pendiente de cada uno y los bendices con amor.

Me diste asimismo el escudo de tu salvación; Tu diestra me sustentó,

Y tu benignidad me ha engrandecido.

Ensanchaste mis pasos debajo de mí, Y mis pies no han resbalado.

Salmos 18:35-36

Hoy miro al cielo y confiadamente puedo decir: Fuiste Tú Papá 💛

No dejes de creer, Dios está tan cerca de ti como no lo imaginas, si tan solo cierras tus ojos y abres tu corazón sentirás Su calor, Su abrazo, Su inigualable presencia y podrás entender que no estás solo, que Él cuida de ti y no duerme, nunca te dejará, Te ama, no descansa el que te guarda.

—𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓮

[andreakedavra]

argentina is in the semifinals... GRACIAS PAPÁ DIOS!!! 🇦🇷🧉🥩💃

[inspiredwriter]

Stefany 2018, Anastasia 2018 and April 2018 :*entra a la habitación*

Stefany 2018 : Raph, ya llegamos recibimos tu mensaje de emergencias😕📱⛑️ ¿Qué sucedió los chicos ? 😟🤨

Raph 2018 :*acostado en la pared* bueno lo llamé para que cuidan mis hermanos están enfermos 🙄🤒Gracias a mi papá Qué es contagió y tiene siete etapas de la gripe😔🤧

Anastasia 2018 : enserio Raph no creemos que esa fiebre sea muy grave de contagiarnos 😟🤨(pensamientos💭) Oh espero que Mikey no estoy demasiado enfermo tendré que cuidado bien Con cariño para que sane😤🥺💓💞💗🩷

Raph 2018 :*abre la cortina* no realmente Ellos están protegidos en su cuarto de cuarentena para que no se contagien 😁😉🚪 Oh y también hay que echar le desinfectante para que se recupere😏😊🧴⛑️

Leo 2018, Mikey 2018 and Donnie 2018 :*rociando el desinfectante* Raph ya nos echaste mucho Nos hace demasiado calor 🤒🤧🥵💦

April 2018 : Oh dios se ven completamente enfermos😲😟🤒 ¿desde cuándo van a recuperarse? 🤔🤨

Raph 2018 : no lose, Donnie dijo que la enfermedad de la grité se debe quitarse sola🤔😌 Solo quiero que ustedes no lo saquen de sus habitacion de cuarentena si no las contagiarnos 😬🤒💦*sale de la habitación * si me disculpas tengo que ir a mi papá y encontrarlo para que no enferme a nadie😤😒🚫🤒

Stefany 2018 :*se acerca a Leo* Oh mi pobre tortuguita está muy enfermita 🥺😚💗💖💞💘¿cómo te siente Lee? 😟💗💕🩷

Leo 2018 :*se limpia la nariz con el pañuelo* Hola mi amor No te preocupes por mí Estoy bien 🤧😁💓💕❣️¿Por qué no me sacas de ahí para que puedas darte un lindo abrazo? 😙🤗🩷💞💗💝

Stefany 2018 :*se sonroja* Me encantaría mucho pero Raph dijo que no te puedo sacar sino me enfermaras 🥰😅🚫🤒💞💗💖💕

Mikey 2018 :*se acerca a Anastasia* Achu~😫🤧💦Anastasia, por favor quiero que me saques de aquí para estar contigo y dame tus Besos para que me sienta mejor 🥺😚💖💘💓💕

Anastasia :*pone su mano en la puerta protectora* mi querido príncipe sí estás tan enfermo como lo pensé😟😱💖💞💝❣️ No te preocupes yo te voy a cuidar de bien 🥰😉💗💝💘💞

April 2018 :*revisa su teléfono* bueno, Raph nos mandó la información del efecto de la gripe🫤😕📱 que ya los chicos superon una etapa 1 etapa 2 y están en la etapa 3 capitán abracitos 🤔🤒

Donnie 2018 :*golpea la puerta Proctera* Así es cielo y tú sabes que los abrazos podrían curarme y sentirme mejor con tu gran amor 😏😍💗💘💖¡¡Achu!! 😩🤧💦

April 2018: I'm terribly sorry, Don Bon, but I can't go into your protective room and hug you now🥺💓💘🩷💞 Just wait until you get better and I will hug you as much as you want😉🥰💗💖💝💕

Mikey 2018: *Knocks hands on security door* But we need hugs right now!😫💓❣️💖💕 We've never asked you for anything, girls, but we really really need you!!🥺😩💘💗💞

Leo 2018: Stefany, if you don’t want to come to me to hug me, then I’ll get to you myself😞😤🗡💓💞💘💝 *Takes out a sword, cuts the security door and runs outside*

Stefany 2018: Leo, what are you doing?!😨😱 You are still very weak, you cannot leave the room😰🚫🏃‍♂️😷🤒💝💗❤💕

April 2018: *Steps back* Ohh, this is the beginning of the fourth stage of the flu, it is called “Ninja Supreme”, when the patient begins to track down his partner and hunt him like a ninja😰💦🥷✨

Anastasia 2018: Seriously?!😱 In that case, there must be a stage where a poor turtle with a sore throat starts singing karaoke?!😠😤👨‍🎤🎶

April 2018: How did you guess about this, sis?😲🤨 This is the fifth stage of the flu...🤔😐😷🦠

Stefany 2018: Ehh, girls, it seems to me that we will soon need gauze masks...😥😷

Mikey 2018 and Donnie 2018: *Cuts the security doors with their weapons and goes outside* Let's start the hunt~😈😈💓💘💖💞

@swagreecrow

[leclercsredhelmet]

Invisible String 𓍼 Julián Álvarez pt.2

A/N: I'm back with part two of Invsible String! I hope you enjoy reading it <3

“One single thread of gold tied me to you,” 

“I think my parents are going to lose their shit when we arrive,” Julian says and you chuckle. “What exactly did you tell them Juli?” you ask while keeping your focus on the road ahead. “Just that you were in town and we ran into each other yesterday and then Mom said I should bring you to the house for breakfast,” he says and smiles widely.

You giggle, “My parents still love you by the way, they wonder about you guys all the time,” he adds. “We missed all of you too, I can give her my mom’s number so they can get in contact again,” you say. “She’d love that a lot,” he replies. 

Julián finishes giving you the directions to his parent's new house and a few minutes later you’ve arrived. After parking, you exit the car and let him lead the way. Before opening the door Julián smiles at you and presses a tender kiss to your cheeks. Twisting the key he unlocks the door and leads you inside. 

It smells delicious and your mouth waters, “Mamá, Papá ya llegamos!” Julián yells announcing your arrival. (Mom, Dad we’re here!) You hear some rushed whispers and you stifle a laugh.  Julián stands next to you and discreetly places his hand around your waist making you blush. Gustavo and Mariana Alvarez appear a few feet in front of you and once their sights land on you, they smile. 

“Dios mío cariño,te ves radiante!” she gushes and you laugh. (My god, darling you look amazing!)

Instantly she wraps you in a tight hug, “Gracias Mariana,” you croak out, and after a bone-crushing hug she lets you go. (Thank you, Mariana) “Ya estás hecha toda una mujer, es un gusto volverte a ver,” Gustavo says and hugs you. (You’re all grown up it’s a pleasure to see you again)

You laugh, “Los extrañaba tanto, me alegra verlos. “La casa se ve hermosa,” you say and they smile. (I missed you so much, it makes me really glad to see you. The house looks amazing) “Bueno la comida ya está lista, así que vengan,” Mariana says. (The food is ready so please come over)

Julián winks at you and you follow his parents to the kitchen. His hand is on the small of your back and you smile at the feeling. 

The table is full of food and you grin once you see all the traditional foods you missed. “Huele increíble!”, you comment. (It smells amazing!) “Y con hambre va a saber mejor,” Julián adds and you all laugh. (It’s gonna taste better because we’re hungry)

Being the gentleman he was raised to be, Julián pulls out the chair for you, sitting down you look up at him and smile. His cheeks have a slight tint of red and he takes the chair next to you. You spot the pancakes with dulce de leche and grin. 

Mariana smiles fondly, “Me imagino que aún te gustan los panqueques,” she says and you nod. (I suppose that you still like pancakes) “Claro! Cada vez que me quedaba con ustedes todo lo que te pedía era esto”, you say and she laughs. (Of course! Every time I stayed over all I asked for was pancakes)

“Me acuerdo que tan pronto llegabas era lo primero que me pedías” she says. (I remember that once you arrived the first thing you asked for was pancakes)

Taking some pancakes from the plate you take a sip from your mate and pass the plate with pancakes to Julián. The four of you chat over breakfast, “¿Cuánto tiempo piensas quedarte?” Gustavo asks. (How long are you planning on staying?)

“Por el resto del mes, luego tengo que regresar a Londres,” you reply. (For the remainder of the month,I have to head back to London right after) “Cómo encuentras la vida en Londres?” he asks you. (How do you find life in London?) “Interesante, me gusta la ciudad y siempre encuentro algo nuevo que hacer,” you reply. (Interesting, I enjoy the city and I always find something new to do)

“Y el trabajo va bien?” Mariana asks you. (Is work going well?) “Muy bien, ya he editado varias piezas pero aún no me ha tocado un libro. Por ahora trabajo con periódicos, revistas y cuentos cortos” you tell her. (Very good, I’ve already edited a few pieces but I haven’t been assigned a book. For now, I’m working with newspapers, magazines, and short stories.)  

“Estoy segura que has estado muy contenta con el trabajo, siempre estabas con un libro,” She says fondly and you chuckle. (I’m sure you’re very happy with it, you always had a book with you.) “Mateo y Laura siguen en Miami?” she asks.  (Are Mateo and Laura still in Miami?) “Sí, tienen viajes de trabajo ahora mismo, pero aún siguen en Miami,” you tell her. (Yes, they have work trips right now but they’re still in Miami.) 

“Deberíamos visitarlos cuando regresemos a Miami,” Gustavo suggests. (We should visit them next time we’re in Miami) “

Les voy a dar la dirección y sus números nuevos, de seguro se van a poner muy contentos cuando sepan de ustedes,” you tell them (I’m going to give you their numbers and address, surely they’ll be thrilled to hear about you.)

You carry on talking and you feel Julián’s hand on your thigh, you shift a little and try to not smile. “Bueno ya te tengo que preguntar porque no me aguanto,”Mariana says. (Well, I have to ask this now because I can’t wait any longer) Her statement makes you laugh and Julián sighs. 

 “Mamá por favor! Apenas lleva medio día con nosotros,” he says and you giggle. (Mom please! She’s barely spent half a day with us) You know what Mariana is going to ask and you rest your chin on your palm. “Tienes novio cariño?” she asks. (Do you have a boyfriend darling?) 

You laugh and shake your head, “Nop,” you say. “No lo puedo creer, tan bonita y sin novio!” she exclaims. (I can’t believe it, you’re so pretty and without a boyfriend!) 

“Quizás es el momento perfecto para decirte que Juli no tiene a nadie,” she candidly says.(Perhaps this is the perfect moment to tell you that Julián is single) 

Gustavo laughs as you and Julián blush, his hand is still on your thigh and he squeezes a little. “Bueno pero que es este silencio? Acaso dije algo malo?” Mariana says and you laugh. (Well, what’s with this silence? Did I say something wrong?) 

Next to you, Julian is shaking his head as he smiles a little. “Ya me imaginaba que saldrías con algo,” he says. (I was already imagining you’d pull something like this) “Bueno pero vos sos amigos desde pequeños, no vendría mal salir con alguien conocido y son grandes ya,” she says. (Well you’ve both been friends since little, it wouldn’t go wrong hanging out with someone familiar and you’re adults now)

“Has ido a un partido del Manchester City ya?” Gustavo asks, changing the topic. (Have you been to a Manchester City game already?) “No he podido pero ayer le prometí a Juli que voy a ir,” you reply. (No I haven’t, but I promised Juli I’ll go to one) “Ojalá y volvamos a coincidir allá,” he says and you grin. (Hopefully we can meet again over there)

You’re in the kitchen with Mariana helping her clean. “Ahora que el Juli no está aprovecho y te digo algo,” she says and you giggle. (Now that Juli isn’t here, I’ll take the opportunity to tell you something)

“Dime,” (Tell me) you say and she laughs. “Yo creo que Juli no ha salido con ninguna mina porque estaba esperando a encontrarse contigo de alguna forma.” (I think Juli hasn’t gone out with any girl because he was waiting to run into you somehow)

Oh if only she knew what happened last night. As much as you loved Gustavo and Mariana, last night you and Julián decided not to tell them anything yet because you wanted to spend this month exploring your relationship. 

“Ah si, no ha salido con nadie?” you ask her. (Oh yeah, he hasn’t gone out with anyone?) She shakes her head, “No, pasa el tiempo libre trancado y no habla con ninguna. Siempre le dije a Gustavo que ustedes acabarían juntos,” she says with a smile. (No, he spends his free time locked inside and doesn’t talk to any girls. I always told Gustavo you’d end up together) 

You giggle, “Todo puede pasar verdad, ya veremos” you say and she kisses your cheek. (Everything can happen, we’ll see)

“Me encantaría que termines con Juli porque ya eres familia pero todo puede pasar,” she says and winks at you. (I’d love for you to end up with Juli because you’re already family but everything can happen)

Deep down you feel like Mariana knows because she’s always been very perceptive and just like your mother she avidly believes you and her son were meant to end up together. The day is spent at the Álvarez household chatting and watching football. 

After dinner, you say goodbye to the family and of course, Mariana sends you both home with leftovers. “That was a little intense,” Julián says as you exit the driveway. Laughing you wave him off, “I missed it honestly, and your mom is not wrong Juli, I feel like she knows,” you say. “Me too, but she still might be mostly clueless and she’s nudging us towards each other,” he says.

 “And it’s working because when you said you had no boyfriend I wanted to ask you on the spot,” he adds with a laugh. “Were you now?” you tease and he laughs. “Mariposa come on, you know I would. But I want to do it like we agreed last night, we still have to keep knowing our grown-up versions,” he says. 

“We do and believe me I want everything with you but I would hate for us to rush into this and have everything go wrong,” your voice has an edge and Julián can sense your worry. “We won’t go wrong, trust me,” he says and you smile.

“Speaking of doing it right. What do you say to spending the day together in Buenos Aires tomorrow?” he asks. Grinning, you nod before focusing on the road again. “Absolutely, I would love that Juli,” you say. 

“Great, I’ll pick you up tomorrow bright and early,” he says. “At what time?” you ask.” “Four am, we can get there early,” he says. “Okay, I can call my dad and see if the apartment is empty. We can stay there and crash for a few days,” you say. “Great, it’s a date then,” he says grinning. “You got yourself a date Juli,” you say blushing. 

You drop Julian off at his apartment and he kisses you sweetly before getting out of the car. Once he’s inside you drive for another ten minutes before getting home. While packing a bag for the next few days you text your parents and go to bed early to get some sleep since you need to be up at four in the morning. 

You’ve been in Buenos Aires for a full week and it has been amazing. Both of you missed the city so you did not miss the opportunity to visit all of your favorite places. This week has been a great opportunity to explore your relationship which was growing comfortably.

As individuals you’d both matured immensely but the core of your identities and your dynamic was still untouched. Being with Julián is familiar, it feels safe and fun. It truly feels as if time hasn’t passed between you. 

Walking out of the restaurant you feel the humidity in the air. “Do you want to walk around or head back to the apartment?” Julián asks you. “We can walk for a bit and then head back,” you say.

“Good we can walk all this food off,” he jokes. Throwing your head back you laugh, “It’s the only wise choice after stuffing our faces. Julián laughs at your statement and swings your interlaced hands making you laugh a little. 

Walking through the streets you smile at the lively atmosphere, music can be heard from nearby and you turn to Julián with a grin on your face. He laughs as you pull him in the direction the music comes from.

There’s a crowd gathered in the street and people are singing and dancing. You and Julián end up dancing for most of the night and by the time you get to the apartment, you’re both tired and with sore feet but extremely happy.

Julián sits on the driver’s side of your car, since the trip back is eight hours you’d driven one half and he was driving the other. Lifting your head you rub your eyes and turn to look at him. Music plays softly and you sip some water from your cup. “Hola Juli,” you say and he chuckles. “Dormiste bien?” he asks you. (Did you sleep well?) “Mhm, cuanto falta para llegar?” you ask him.(Mhm, how long until we arrive?)

 “Hora y media,” he says. (An hour and a half) “Podemos cambiar si quieres,” you say and he waves you off. (We can switch if you want)  “Estoy bien no te preocupes,” he replies. (I’m fine. Don’t worry)

Conversation falls easy between you and you talk about whatever is on your mind. Back in the city, you decide to spend the rest of the evening at his apartment watching movies. Your head is resting on his chest as he traces lazy patterns on your arms. 

Since it’s starting to get dark the city lights get brighter and from the window, they look like little specks scattered all over. 

Julián presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head and you look up at him. Winking, you kiss his jaw and he smiles at you. “I’m so glad we found each other again,” he says and you smile. “Me too, this time we should avoid losing each other,” you say with a small laugh. 

Julián chuckles, “I’m not counting on losing you again, you’ll probably be stuck with me from now on.” “Juli, there’s no one else I would probably be stuck with, no one is like you,” you honestly reply. “And no one is like you, mariposa,” he replies. He kisses you softly and you snuggle closer to him, your eyes are still trained on the screen but you feel him reach for your hand and give it a light squeeze. 

(all photo credits go to the respective owners)