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[Melina urla DONATO! dalla finestra]
Nino: Ma chi è?
Elena: È Melina, non te la ricordi?
Nino: Ma ce l'ha con me?
Elena: Non lo so...
[Melina urla ancora DONATO!]
Nino: Ma perché dice Donato a me?! Pare che assomiglio a mio padre io?
Elena: No...
Nino: Sicura?
Elena: Sì...
Melina: Aspiettame Donà!
Nino: Vabbuò Lenù forse è meglio ca me ne vac
Elena: No, aspetta
[Melina grida Donato, sbracciandosi]
Nino: No no Lenù, m'n vac
Melina, urlando: Sto venendo Donà!
Elena: Sì, forse è meglio che vai
Nino: Promettimi che vieni a Ischia
[Melina chiama ancora Donato dalla finestra]
Nino: *SCAPPA VIA CAMMINANDO ESATTAMENTE COME SUO PADRE*
#quanto aveva ragione lila#e meno male che poi se n'è accorta pure elena anche se molto tardi#non so perché mi è venuto in mente di fare il post in stile chat come si faceva ai vecchi tempi su tumblr#non ho gli strumenti né la pazienza per fare le gif#l'amica geniale#my brilliant friend#storia del nuovo cognome#è stato già detto nino sarratore omm e merd?
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Laurismitty 2024 ©
#fotografía#mi post#fotografía original#fotos tumblr#naturaleza#paisaje#flores silvestres#primavera#verde#lila#my post#photografy#original photographers#nature#landscape#green#lilac#spring#photos tumblr
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Things that scares me: No knowing if I'm pronouncing a character's name the right way.
#like for real#my anxiety when up whenever i had to read a name in the wheel of time#it broke my heart when i knew what was the correct pronunciation for tyril#though idc anymore that was pb fault#and celaena and chaol?#no mi mind was blocked#also managed to read ajay the wrong way through 3 books#plus when there's a spanish name that can be read in 2 ways like lila#i just don't know
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Venga, LA CUARTA CENITA DE NAVIDAD 🥹
Estamos todos igual 😂
#a veces dan ganas de llorar con todas las quedadas y curro que tengo#estoy pendiente del de dam y el de UPC spirits#tengo cuentas a saldar#en lo de dam nadie me verá el pelo hasta el año que viene#Que conste que hay que aparcar cosas en la vida#si Los días tuvieran 70 horas pues lo podría hacer TODO a la vez#🥹😳#el 16 es el cumple de soniaaaa - gran amiga de la infancia#uOOOOOO 🎂#donde no llega una llega la otra#porque TELA 😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀#el Dani Va a tocar en el palacio de la música y no quiere que vaya a verle MANDKWNDKADJJ#Los tauro es para meteros UNA BUENA BFETADAAAAA#Que manía#Que tenéis talento#Que soy vuestra amiga#PUES OS APOYO CO**#LA introvertida me llaman sbs#en fin el chiste se cuenta sólo#yo delante de mis amigos: 😂😳 🤡 (porque siempre se mean de la risa conmigo)#yo ante la sociedad: 🥸#mis amigos se mean tanto conmigo que más de uno se ha vuelto lila (dejan de respirar y lloran De la risa - teletubbies total)#así que :)#lo de introvertida hasta OFENDE#pregunten a Laura Raquel & co. 😳#pero algunos os ois? ridiculOOOOOO#introvertida de que? 😂#mi móvil muestra 10 notificaciones x sec#ridículo x2
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Holis 😋
#mis fotos#yo#mariposas#flores#violeta#púrpura#lila#instagram#filtros#holis#saludo#cosas que escribo
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Opposites Detract AU part 2
I left some things out but here’s a clearer picture of what the rest of the story would have been like.
Pls read the og post right here
https://www.tumblr.com/grilledcheese-savage/763805500110487552/new-au-idea-opposites-detract-i-came-up-with-this
For some reason it won’t let me link it normally
Ok so as you can see in the picture, Marinette is Multimouse… but is that all she is?
For the first “season” or less, she is a civilian. She is free to live her life normally without having to take any unnecessary risks. Until she runs into this old man (master fu) and helps him out. I always thought this would be during feast or a situation like that, where either he’s in turtle hero form and she acts as a shield for him, or helps him like the first episode as a civilian. Either way, Master fu remembers this. He tests her more than he did chat noir and la coccinelle because it turned out pretty poor last time. He has paranoia. But Marinette is a pure soul so he leads her to his shop and reveals the miraculous to her eventually, UNBEKNOWNST TO CHAT NOIR AND LA COCCINELLE. Because while he was hoping the next guardian would have been ladybug, he needed a person he could truely trust. And that turned out to be Marinette. She becomes the guardian for the same reasons in the original, it becomes to dangerous for him to continue and he loses his memory. But Marinette continues to work in his shop (a cover for guardian duties).
Lila and Adrien also “work” at his antique shop but neither of them know she’s the new guardian (yet) I’m not sure if they’d find out immediately after master fu has to quit, or Marinette keeps up the charade a little longer. I think it’s more fun to imagine her knowing more than she let on.
When she meets master fu at first and starts training under him, she doesn’t get to keep a miraculous. She works under a lot more conditions than the others do since her job keeping secrets is incredibly important and fu still struggles to trust her. Eventually she proves herself of course, but the pressure of being guardian is so much to handle.
Adrien was going to be a guardian at first since he gained more of Fu’s trust than Lila, but since he has the Kwami of destruction, just like that other guardian man that I can’t remember the name of, they all have some kind of bias against them. He couldn’t trust him not to take the miraculous of the ladybug and grant a wish, even if he kept that from him. He also just doesn’t get along with La coccinelle at all, so he couldn’t have someone with a bias be guardian (he’s hypocritical).
More about Adrien: As cat noir he doesn’t get to be his flirtatious persona he originally has, instead he takes on a more serious altruistic approach since he is pretty hated unanimously by the public. His persona becomes more of a lie, as he tries to undo all of the hatred that came from the destruction of Paris that first day. Think of goro akechi in persona 5; he learns to distain his constant visual presence, the fact on and off the job he is constantly being watched. There’s not a moment that either one of his selves is on tv. And because he’s being filmed there are quick moments the news capture of him being kind to the public and turning around with a resentful face on. He doesn’t totally get to enjoy his freedom as chat noir since the police always try to capture him. But they fail to, and there’s a still a small few of fans of theirs that defend them.
Basically he gets cancelled a lot. 😅
La coccinelle is allowed to pick a miraculous to help her ONE TIME by Master fu, and she picked Chloe Bougeious with the bee miraculous. Chloe accepted and caused a lot of mayhem. Which was fixed. But after that was when he met Marinette and started planning defense and strategy with her. So the next time they needed help, he sent Marinette as multimouse which pissed Lila off because it made her think master fu still didn’t believe she could handle it. When really it was a mix of both not trusting her, and the fact that Marinette was prepared for a lot longer then she was.
This makes lila have a one-sided beef with multimouse, even though she’s secretly her civilian crush Marinette. Love square? Ehh. What Lila doesn’t realize is behind the scenes Marinette doesn’t hold any ill-will for Coccinelle. In fact, she defends her to master fu and convinces him to give Lila more freedom more often. But of course, doesn’t know this. And the unspoken beef continues.
Now, for Kagami and Luka’s place in this story.
While Marinette is a civilian she meets Luka and they become friends very quickly. Same with Adrien and kagami. But at this point in time, Adrien doesn’t really have a crush on kagami, since the slippery slope of coincidences caused Adrien to have a crush on Marinette first. Kagami however seems to be the only one who sees this darkness brewing in Adrien (emo I know, but I digress) Kagami, does in fact, gain a crush on Adrien because she thinks he’s like her- lost in this world, without a lot of friends to help.
Luka and Marinette however, still get together but after Marinette becomes a guardian. They don’t last very long because of this, because her constant work between the bakery, the antique shop, guardianship etc. makes her late to everything they plan to do together. Luka ends things believing that Marinette only likes him as a friend and that’s why she puts work ahead of him everytime. This breaks Marinette’s heart, even though she understands, so she accidentally ends up saying in front of Adrien that she’s not dating anymore, and is focusing on her career. Marinette is oblivious to the fact that both lila and Adrien have a crush on her.
Marinette sees that Luka is responsible and puts his feelings aside for the greater good and chooses him to have the snake miraculous part time. When she is multimouse, she’s pretty awkward around him since things left off kind of sad, but since Superion doesn’t know that Marinette is multimouse, he just assumes she’s shy or doesn’t like him. This is obviously not true. In fact, Luka becomes the more “chat noir” type in this, teasing the group and very lightly flirting with her. BECAUSE IT WOULD BE FUNNY AND UNPREDICTABLE. I see him being very suave with his harp. Like every musician is lol.
Kagami and Adrien don’t work out either, because deep down, even if he is getting more resentful of being pushed around and molded into a person he doesn’t know, he still is naturally kind hearted and knows that his resentment won’t last….. hopefully. And Kagami only has that, and fencing in common with him, at least in this universe so they stay friends. Plus she meets Felix anyways.
Speaking of Felix. He.. generally stays the same? Here’s the difference, when he say them on the news on day he judged them. Then when he saw/ met more of chat noir, he started to believe that they were like him and saw the world the same way as he did and starts to commit similar atrocities in the show with the peacock miraculous in hopes that since they were the same, they’d leave him be.
Since chat noir is growing increasingly disdainful, he more or less does want to leave him alone, but the part of him that knows it’s his duty wins every time since he is , still, a little more responsible in this than the show.
Also a reminder, Adrien doesn’t start out like this, he’s still the show’s version at the beginning, he just changes with every situation they find themselves in. So when Felix eventually comes to meet him, he assumes Adrien is the same as always- a goody two shoes who does what he’s told. That couldn’t be further from the truth 😂
Adrien is similar to Felix but still mostly tries to act like his old self, since it’s easier and gets him places. But when Felix comes over and is cold, Adrien gets frustrated and his resentful, chat noir self comes to life. Felix was so stunned by the slip up that he just, shut up. And left. Very confused.
Anyways I have many different ways of imagining Felix seeing the more contemptuous Adrien. He becomes much more interested in him. He wants to learn more, because maybe he’s not alone.
Idk what do you guys think? Should Adrien be the guardian? What would Alya’s role be? Pls reblog more ideas and add on to the AU!
Thanks!
#opposites detract au#art#ml#mlb#miraculous powers#miraculous fanart#miraculous ladybug#miraculous#miraculous au#miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir#lila rossi#ml lila#ml marinette#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#kwami#chloe bourgeois#luka couffaine#ml Luka#kagami tsurugi#felix fathom#ml felix#ml fanart#mlb au#ml fanfic#fanart
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Nagyapám a karjaimban halt meg
Éppen elkezdett mesélni egy viccet, aztán hirtelen összeszorult és rámesett. Úgy egy perc múlva már lila volt az egész arca, de emlékszem, hogy nyitott szemeiből már csak a tejes élettelen üresség sugárzott.
Halála annyira azért nem érintett meg; szép kort megélt, és hát valószínűleg ő is pontosan így képzelte a saját végét: egy pillanat és puff, vége.
De most tegnap a gyerekemen láttam ugyanezt az élettelen tekintetet. És mindezt folyamatosan úgy 20 percig mire kiértek a mentők. Hiába tudom már, hogy az ijedtség nagyobb volt - legtöbb lázgörcsnek nem szokott maradandó nyoma maradni - ezt az érzést nem kívánom senkinek. Ellenségnek sem.
Csít köszönöm, gyerkőc már majdnem újra önmaga, remélhetőleg hamar kiderül mi az egész oka (valószínűleg valami bakteriális felfázás), és minden újra mehet a régi kerékvágásban.
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se mantiene atenta a las cartas en todo momento, su mirada inexperta sigue cada una de las que van apareciendo sobre el tapete aunque no son más que dibujos extraños con significado igual de desconocido. es como tener al frente un montón de letras en un idioma extranjero del cual no posees la más mínima noción. sin embargo, al escuchar el segundo nombre empieza a preguntarse si intentar interpretar el destino será buena idea. no es adepta a la magia y la adivinación, pero de todos modos se inquieta por lo que quieren decirles. "hm, no me gusta eso de poner todo de cabeza ¿las tres cartas son un mal conjunto?" es lo que alcanza a preguntar tras escuchar las palabras de la chica. aprieta los labios en una mueca de preocupación, pero culpa a la impresión que dejó en ella el ver tantos cuervos muertos. "¿hace mucho que lees el tarot?" ¿una distracción? tal vez.
Toma el mazo de vuelta y una bocanada de aire entra por la abertura de sus labios. Se enfoca en revolver de nuevo las cartas y, tras un momento, unas cuantas se salen del mazo y las toma como señal del universo. Coloca la primera y frunce la nariz. "La torre," y luego otra. "La muerte," un escalofrío recorre su espalda baja y decide sacar una última. "El colgado," levanta la mirada a contraria y busca dejar su nerviosismo a un lado. "No quiero tomarme el mensaje como algo literal: Habrá caos que dejen muchísimos cambios y que pongan todo de cabeza," mordisquea el interior de su labio, pensando en la situación de los cuervos. ¿Ocurriría algo más?
#conversaciones.#vau0ghty#nooo#ni sé responder del cel akdjad#lo hago de mi computadora#pero como ya está viejita le dan achaques#hace poco la arreglé pero ya está molestando otra vez#que yo responda depende de su humor(?) akjdad#que emoción#me encantan esas cosas aunque estoy igual de clueless que lila#ojalá aprender algún día
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Mi Vida
warnings: Language
pairings: Damian Priest x reader
word count: 3,137
Here you are! Again, I repeat bear with me. I'm still slowly but surely getting back into writing and finding my style. I used Spanish dictionary for the Spanish translations. If any are incorrect, please let me know! Enjoy!
It was beginning to feel like a vicious cycle. This was the second week in a row that you were watching the newly reformed Judgement Day attack Damian. Even though you knew it was part of the long game and that in the end Damian would prevail, it didn’t make it any easier. Watching your boyfriend get jumped by four men always made your skin crawl and your blood boil.
You watched as Finn performed a third and final coup de grace on Damian; you shook your head, your lips pulled in tight in discontent. Being a part of production, you knew there was nothing you could do besides sit and watch and hope he wasn’t extremely injured. You anxiously await the call for the video of Sheamus’ promo to begin playing so you could rush to the gorilla to try to meet Damian. Just so you could at least see if he was walking on his own or if he had medics with him. You watch the countdown for the cameras to cut, and every second feels like an eternity.
Finally the shot dissipates, and you pull your headset down to your neck, looking over at your coworkers. “Don’t even ask, just go. Take your 15 early.” Your co-worker Lila says, waving her hand at you, already knowing you were going to ask if you could go. You mouth a quick thank you to her as she still has her set on and bolt to the gorilla. By the time you get there, Damian is already back; however, he is being supported by Rhea and an official. He’s bent over his abdomen clearly in excruciating pain, judging by the look on his face. “Holy shit, is he okay?!” You direct your questioning to Rhea, as Damian is clearly in too much discomfort to answer, his teeth gritted and groaning with every step he takes.
“I don’t know. We’re taking him to medical to make sure he doesn’t have any broken ribs.” She shakes her head, making eye contact with you clearly out of breath herself after fending off Liv Morgan. “I’m coming with you guys.” You immediately begin to follow alongside them. “No.” You hear in a strained voice coming from your boyfriend.
“D, what do you mean, no?! I need to make sure you’re not hurt!” You look at him, trying to talk some sense into him, your eyes pleading. “I said no.” His voice now is more stern as he finally looks up and makes eye contact with you. “I’ll see you after the show.” He keeps his eyes firm on yours, showing how serious he was. His composure falls as another pain shoots through his body, causing him to fold forward again, moaning.
“Sorry, Y/N, but we gotta hurry. I’ll text you!” Rhea shouts behind her shoulder as they begin to move ahead of you down the long hallway.
You stand there for a second, unsure of what to do. One part of you wanted to ignore everything he said and chase after them. But the other wanted to respect his wishes, even though you didn’t understand them at all. Damian was always okay with you helping him out whenever you could. Helping him stretch before matches if you had time, making his protein shakes before going to the gym, meal prepping for him along with your own, helping wrap or tape any small injuries or sprains he obtained from matches, and many more things you were always happy to do for him. So why now would he not want you to be there for him?
Before your brain could continue to race, you heard noise coming from your headset. “Y/N, come on. We’re down three people tonight; we need you to finish the show.” You sigh, shaking your head. The last thing on your mind was getting back to work, but you knew you had to do it. You begin to wander back to the production suite, your mind still going 1,000 miles a minute.
The last half of the show could’ve been five hours long as far as you were concerned. You were practically jumping out of your skin to run to the stadium exit and wait for Damian. Once you heard the shout of clear and packed your things, you were gone, practically throwing your equipment onto the table in front of you.
Rhea had kept true to her word and let you know that his ribs weren’t broken; no real damage was done, minus most likely some bruising to the ribs. He’d be okay, but definitely would be feeling rough for the next few days. While you were grateful, you knew Priest had to be absolutely livid.
You watch as continuous superstars pass you on their way out, all giving you a smile, a wave, or a hi. You’re polite back, but they can tell you’re anxiously awaiting your man. “Thanks, lass, have a good night.” You’re broken out of your trance by Sheamus passing you. “Thanks.” You softly smile back. Finally the terror twins emerge, Rhea being sure to stay near Damian to watch how he’s walking. He has on a hoodie with the hood up as well as a baseball cap, almost fully hiding his face.
“Rhe, I can’t thank you enough for helping him.” You walk up, giving Rhea a quick side hug, also keeping a close eye on the large man beside you. “Of course, mate, any time. Always gotta be there for my terror twin.” She looks over, hoping to get a response from him, but he keeps his gaze straight ahead. Damian bypasses both of you, his head held down, hiding his already hidden face even further. You watch him duck into your car, wincing as he folds his body down enough to slide into the seat.
“Don’t take it personally, Y/N. Sure, Damian has had his losses. But up until these past few weeks, nothing like this.” She shakes her head disapprovingly. “Thanks; hopefully I can get him to actually speak to me at the hotel.” She scoffs sarcastically, “You have fun with that. I’m out, have a good night!”
You wave your goodbyes and head to your car. Once inside, you see Damian pretending to be asleep in the passenger seat. You could tell he was faking it considering he wasn’t snoring and was stiff as a board. His telltale signs that he was deep asleep. You shake your head and decide to let him have his moment, at least until you reach the hotel.
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You open the door to your room, holding it to let him walk ahead of you. Normally this is something he would wholeheartedly protest. Damian was the kind of guy that, even if you were driving, he would run ahead of you to open your car door. He never let his girl hold the door unless absolutely necessary.
“D?” You ask softly, standing behind him once the door is shut. He remains still as a statue, not turning around to face you. You walk around to the front of his body, coming face to face with him. “Can you talk to me, please? Are you okay?” You put your hands on his hips near his pants, careful not to touch anywhere that might be tender.
“I want to lay down.” He says monotony, still barely making eye contact with you. You look him up and down, debating how to do this without causing him discomfort. Nodding, you step aside slightly, letting him walk towards the bed. “Wait,” you realize before he begins to lay down. “Let’s go ahead and get you out of your clothes. That’s gonna be the worst part.” He appears to snap out of his trance slightly, his brows furrowing as if he’s contemplating it. Eventually he nods in agreement, walking back over towards you.
He looks at you, and you can almost see the struggle on his face. You can tell he wants to ask you, but it’s as if there’s some type of physical block. You’ve never seen him this way. Damian was always the one who, even in the worst scenarios, was strong. Even if he was the one walking away with a black eye or a loss at the end of the night, he always kept on. “You don’t have to ask mi amor. Just stand here.” You reach up, kissing his cheek softly.
“I hate being vulnerable.” He mumbles under his breath, assuming you most likely didn’t hear him. “D, stop. It’s just me.” You grab his hand in yours, causing him to look down at you. “We’re partners, right? You help me when I need it, and I help you when you need it.” You massage the back of his hand gently with your thumb.
“You can always be vulnerable with me. You don’t have to be The Archer of Infamy or the Punisher around me all the time. You’re Damian.”
“And I love Damian Priest. Even in his weakest and strongest versions of himself.” You take your other hand now, putting it on top of his and squeezing to emphasize your point. He halfheartedly smiles at you, reaching your combined hands up to his lips and giving yours a gentle kiss.
Getting him out of his bottoms was easy, but in order to get his hoodie off, considering your height difference was going to be a challenge. “Slide your arms out of your sleeves, and I’ll lift it over your head.” You theorize in order to avoid him having to reach up and stretch his injured abdomen. He does as you ask as you stand there, still contemplating how to now get it over his head. At only 5'4”, there was a 13 inch height difference between you two, so it’s not like you could reach high enough on your own to get it fully over his head.
You settle on climbing onto the bed and going on your knees to give you some extra height. He raises his eyebrows slightly watching you position yourself comfortably so you don’t fall. “Don’t you laugh at me, Priest.” You try to get out seriously, but you end up chuckling at yourself. For the first time since this morning, you see a small, real smile cross his face. You grab the bottom of the hoodie and pull it over his head, tossing it aside on the floor.
You look down, seeing all the athletic tape covering both sides of his ribs and going around his back. In that moment, you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and give him a comforting hug. But you resist knowing it would be excruciating for him. You look up at him to ask if he needed to keep the tape on, but you stop seeing tears in his eyes.
“Did I get your stomach by accident? Shit, I’m sorry.” You apologize, thinking you must’ve bumped something while taking his hoodie off. You take his lack of a response as a no. He begins to sit on the end of the bed next to you. Moving slowly as he finally gets himself in somewhat of a sitting position.
“It still doesn’t feel real. Carlito and JD, I would expect. They were never part of the original Judgement Day. I wouldn't expect them to ever be my family.” He rationalizes to himself. “But Dom? I took that little shit in as my own the second Rhea asked. I protected him; we gave him a title since he couldn’t do anything on his fucking own.” He scoffs, shaking his head. You place your hand on his broad tattooed shoulder, rubbing it gently in an attempt to comfort him.
“And Finn… Of all people, I never thought it would be Finn. He was my best friend, my tag partner; hell, he was my brother.” He emphasizes the last part with his deep voice. “After never having a family, I finally had one. Then they just…” He trails off towards the end.
“Betray me.” His voice almost breaks as he gets the words out. The tear now falling down his cheek, staining his tan skin. You had never seen Damian cry in your nine months of dating. It touched something so deep inside of you, you felt tears begin to prick in your own eyes. You reach out to hug him across his shoulder with your arms locking beside his neck. The best you could really do at the moment squeezing him tight.
Ever since the betrayal, Damian had appeared nothing but angry. Always talking about how he couldn’t believe it, how they could do this to him, and how he couldn’t wait to rip every one of them apart one by one, leaving Finn for last. How at Bad Blood he was going to make every single one of them bleed.
You realize he never truly grieved what he lost. He had lost people he considered his closest confidants. His best friends, his partners in crime, and major contributors to his current persona. You weren’t sure what it was about tonight, whether it was the pain, the exhaustion, or the realization that this was now the third jumping he had taken, but it clearly had hit him.
“Let it out; I’m right here.” You whisper in his ear, pressing your lips to his shoulder as he continues to cry quietly. You continue to rub his shoulders and whisper comforting things to him for the next few minutes.
Eventually you hear his breathing become more regular, his raspy breaths in through his mouth calming down and beginning to sniffle. You raise your head up from his spot on his shoulder, looking at him. He wipes his nose with the back of his hand, and you reach out gently, wiping away some remaining tears with your thumb.
“Can you scoot back and lay down?” He looks back at the headboard and sighs, nodding, and, in an almost backwards army crawl, makes his way there. Laying his head back against it, he closes his eyes, focusing on catching his breath without hurting himself.
You prop yourself up on one arm, laying on your side next to him. “You know I’m so proud of you, right?” You ask, looking him up and down. He chuckles, his eyes still closed. “For what? Setting myself up for an unavoidable beating?” He references intentionally inserting himself into the ring, knowing he was outnumbered.
“Well, maybe not that.” You laugh softly, causing him to also chuckle again as well. “But seriously, you have been so damn strong through this. While they may have gotten over you these past two weeks, you’ve also demolished them just as many times.” He nods, listening to you, silently acknowledging your point.
“While Judgement Day did help raise your popularity, you alone made you who you are today.” You poke his shoulder softly with your finger at the you part. “Your hard work, your dedication, your perseverance, hell, even your damn stubbornness.” He finally lets out the first real laugh you’ve heard the entire day. He quickly reels it in though, grimacing from the pressure it caused.
“I know this is the last thing you wanted or needed. Especially with Bad Blood in just a couple days. But even now,” You grab his chin gently and turn his head towards you, making direct eye contact with him. “I know you’ll destroy Finn.” A slightly wicked smile crosses your face just at the thought of it as you say it. Damian gripping Finn by the neck and performing south of heaven, slamming him to the mat, getting the pin, and having his hand raised in victory by the referee.
“Because now that you’ve faced all the emotions head on, all that’s left is to exact your revenge.” He breaks out into a matching malicious grin.
“Eres malvado mi amor.” He reaches his hand out, touching your cheek to pull you in, catching your lips in a kiss. Your lips mold perfectly against one another as you move together. You pull away, leaving your forehead resting on his, not wanting to get too intense considering his condition. “Me encanta.” He whispers on your lips, giving you one final peck before fully pulling away.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N.” Shaking your head, you reach your hand into his hair and begin massaging his scalp with your nails. “It’s a good thing you’ll never find out then, huh?” You kiss his temple as you continue rubbing his head, knowing it’s his favorite.
“Te quiero tanto.” He practically moans, tilting his head, allowing you more access to his scalp. “You’re like a puppy.” You laugh at his actions but also secretly find it adorable. “Yeah, yeah. If anything, I’m the dog.”
You burst out laughing, “You’re lucky, you’re injured, or I’d pinch you for that one.” “I know,” he breaks out into the cheekiest grin. “Te quiero más.” You lean down, catching his soft lips in yet another kiss. After pulling away, you look over at the nightstand and grab the tv remote off of it.
“What do you say we watch The Shining then get some sleep?” You ask as you turn the tv on. The Shining was the first movie you watched on your first date. The original plan was a fancy dinner, but there was a major tech issue at the very end of the show. You were forced to stay late in order to fix it and ended up missing your dinner reservation. You thought you had completely blown it, and Damian would never ask you out again. However, he was completely cool with it, telling you not to worry and offering different ideas. Together, you finally settled on meeting at your apartment, ordering in Chinese, and watching movies.
“Por supuesto mi vida.” You tilt your head slightly at the new name. Throughout the months you’d picked up a little bit of spanish pet names, but this one you hadn’t heard. “My life.” He takes your hand in his squeezing gently.
Being around Damian, you thought it was impossible to feel more loved than you already did. Yet every single day, he always proved you wrong. You rubbed your free hand up and down his chest, sighing. “You better recover fast. Not just for Bad Blood, but for me too.” He burst out into a deep laugh.
“Will do, baby.” He puckers his lips for another kiss, unable to lean far enough towards you. Happily obliging, you lean down, kissing both fhis cheeks and then his lips. You turn on the movie, lying down on your side with your head resting gently on his shoulder. You continue to rub his chest as you watch, eventually falling asleep together.
#damian priest x female reader#damian priest x you#damian priest x reader#damian priest oneshot#damian priest imagine
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Here are some thoughts on why I think Chloe's character arc makes perfect sense.
Chloe has a real bad hangup about power. She needs to feel it desperately.
she idolizes Ladybug, who is powerful
she wants a Miraculous to feel powerful
she orders her dad around to feel powerful
she mis-names her butler to feel powerful
she bosses Sabrina around to feel powerful
she is cruel to Marinette to feel powerful
she is dismissive of Chat Noir because he is subservient to Ladybug and therefore weak
When Adrien stands up to Chloe regarding her treatment of Marinette, she perceives this as him ordering her to reign in her power. To restrict her power.
In response, she re-asserts her power: she cuts him out of her life. Similarly, Ladybug denies her a Miraculous, so she turns on Ladybug, again lashing out at someone who has diminished her power. She then aligns herself with someone who promises it to her.
Then Zoe shows up, and Zoe gets attention and affection (and therfore power) from Andre, who isn't even her real father! She's spent more time with their mother, which is another form of power.
S3 through S5 is a systematic stripping away of the thing Chloe holds most dear: power. In response to this, she exerts power every opportunity she gets: she tries to take over the movie, she bosses Adrien around, she revels in her cruelty toward Marinette, she aligns herself with Lila (who Chloe recognizes has the power to fool everyone around them), she is cruel to her sister, and eventually she "leads" a fascist takeover of Paris (of course, not realizing that she's fourth banana in the takeover after Evil Gandalf, Slightly Less Evil Elon Musk, and Lila.
Her character arc makes perfect sense.
Uhh, umm, in this powerpoint presentation I will
#chloe bourgeois#miraculous ladybug#miraculous#mlb#mlb fandom#aborted redemption arc#alleged redemption arc#evil gandalf#slightly less evil elon musk#lila rossi#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#gabriel agreste#andre bourgeois#audrey bourgeois#sabrina raincomprix#queen bee
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asiente luego de que contraria se levanta y confirma poder seguir adelante, siente que tienen a los bichos pisándole los talones, esperando un movimiento en falso para clavar sus dientes en ellas. trata de mantener el ritmo apresurado, pero toma en consideración la caída de la chica, no pueden darse el lujo de pasar por ello nuevamente. por eso opta por un paso rápido, pero seguro. la vivienda no está tan lejos y, si continúan así, serán capaces de conseguir refugio. por desgracia, son pocos pasos los que dan antes de que el peligro acreciente, dejándoles sin otra opción más que emprender la carrera hacia la casa. lila corre sin mirar atrás, deseosa de tener un minuto de paz en medio del pandemonio que les dio los buenos días. es así como al llegar a la puerta, se adentra con una sensación de victoria instalada en el pecho. el peligro no ha desaparecido, pero es más sencillo tener algo que les separa de los bichos. no es lo mismo lidiar con ellos desprotegidos en el medio de la calle, que con madera y paredes que les brinden una pizca de resguardo. "¡vamos, vamos! debemos cerrar la puerta." le anima a ingresar, llamándole con su diestra. observa la poca distancia a la que el bicho se encuentra de la casa, pero es imposible que llegue a tiempo. no cuando ellas tienen la ventaja. como si fuera una broma pesada, la ventaja es sólo una ilusión. el ruido de platos y vasos cayendo en la cocina le hacen pegar un brinco. el sitio no está vacío y, los gruñidos que siguen al estruendo, confirman que no se trata de un vecino amigable. "¡creo que hay uno de ellos aquí!" advertencia llega tarde, el monstruo ya se asoma por el pasillo.
el dolor que comienza en su tobillo se esparce por toda su pierna, haciéndole soltar un quejido por lo bajo. un ardor también comienza a cosquillear en sus palmas, en un intento por amortiguar caida es que las ha puesto y los raspones entonces se hacen evidentes en su piel. la imagen de la contraria tendiéndole la mano se siente como una pequeña luz entre la oscuridad que ha nublado esa mañana. entonces su mano se entrelaza con el brazo femenino, haciéndole soltar un nuevo quejido ante el roce de su piel herida pero decide asentir. dentro de lo que cabe está bien, puede seguir ... o eso cree. ' estoy bien, estoy bien. ' asegura, aún si sus pasos se ven un poco torpes a causa de la torcedura. ' vamos. ' anima entonces a seguir, abriéndose paso y viendo el marco de la entrada como si se tratara de la línea de meta. aquel aullido hace que su respiración se detenga y la imagen que le siga solo activa sus alarmas. ¿qué era aquello que les estaba siguendo? la imagen terrorífica le hace alarmarse, incitándole a acelerar el paso. ' ¡corre! ' es una nada lo que les falta para llegar a la entrada y, al mismo tiempo, una nada lo que llevan de ventaja sobre aquella criatura ... ¿lo lograrían? y aún si pudieran adentrarse a tiempo, ¿qué les aseguraba que estarían a salvo una vez dentro?
#conversaciones.#loveiiaz#KAJDKAJKDALD#pobres t-t#es mi deber como madre meter al zombie a la casa#lila puede salvarse de muchas cosas#menos de que yo meta el zombie a la casa#se hizo un intento#si quieres que cambie me dices
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I wonder how much ML would be improved if non-Miraculous powers weren't limited to the specials. The Miraculous were obviously used to fight threats that weren't other mis-used Miraculous, so use that. Introduce other villains after S1 so that HM isn't the only threat and adding some freshness to the formula, making is so that the way to save the day isn't just to grab and break the object, creating new dynamics, forcing team-ups, etc. Similarly, have outside heroes instead of the Miracu-class (an idea which the writers were dragging to the finish line anyway), which would create new dynamics since Marinette isn't just choosing her friends as teammates, the characters learning from/teaching their heroic peers, Ladybug being unable to constantly call on them if they live/have duties elsewhere, etc. And also other magical items that show up (like maybe Lila carrying a charm that makes people easily fall for her lies).
You don't even have to cut the specials. Just make them two-parters that are part of each season and do more to explain why it's better for only Ladybug's team to fight Monarch.
#immaturity of thomas astruc#iota#miraculous ladybug#miraculous ladybug salt#marinette dupain cheng#ladybug#gabriel agreste#hawkmoth#hawk moth#monarch
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“Y yo te seguiría bajo cualquier forma, como polvo o humo o viento. Entraría por tu respiración, por tu sonrisa, por tus tristes deseos de evadirte hacia donde no haya lenguaje sino solamente ojos devorándose, ojos amándose en el peligro de una desnudez absoluta.
La que miraba el mar en noches viejas. Recuerdos de infancia: muros, detonaciones, gritos. El aire es un campo de concentración para una niña minúscula que baila sobre el filo de un cuchillo. Las risas ajenas son un obstáculo. Los veranos también. (…)
Y tú me viste llegar, mendiga hedionda enamorada de su sombrero con flores y plumas. Había un color lila que humeaba y yo estaba de verde dentro de mis harapos. Dancé para que te rieras. Me pinté las uñas de azul. Toqué la guitarra y canté canciones que hablan de pequeños instantes únicos en los que el dolor se aduerme y hay sólo deseos de amar”.
- Alejandra Pizarnik | Fragmento de sus “Diarios”, fechado en 1962
Falleció en Buenos Aires el 25 de septiembre de 1972
Nota: Cuando leemos los “Diarios” de Alejandra Pizarnik lo primero que nos llama la atención es que los concibiera para su uso personal. Porque, al pasar sus páginas, sentimos estar ante una novela experimental de gran belleza que ofrece un sentido literario completo. De hecho, ya desde muy joven muestra allí una intensidad y un talento que muchos autores desearían en sus años de madurez. Por eso leer estos “Diarios” no es solo asomarnos a las costumbres, pesadillas, complejos y amores de Alejandra: es encontrarnos con alta literatura. El fragmento que aquí incluimos, bellísimo, que firmó con 26 años, es uno de nuestros favoritos.
📷 Alejandra Pizarnik retratada por Anatole Saderman
Recuperado de: Revista Hermeneuta
#pensamientos#frases#quotes#sentimientos#escritos#citas#mensajes#textos#amor#notas#alejandra pizarnik#pizarnik#escritores#escritoras#libros#nostalgia#romance#soledad
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Quiero que sepas que aún rota, reflejo las luces y embellezco las noches de quienes pueden verme. Mis pedazos rotos son cada uno de los que pensé que eran tan importantes, pero tan importantes, y hoy ni siquiera están aquí. Con mis pedazos sueltos, no encajaba con sus necesidades, o mi mente diferente y desapegada les hacía tener miedo, les hacía alejarse. Incluso cuando lo necesitaba, me encontré teniendo que reorganizar los fragmentos. Entre cortes y pegamentos, capas y protecciones, construí algo más allá de las visiones de otras personas, dándome sólo lo que quiero que vean. Los recuerdos todavía me causan miedo de dejar entrar a alguien y simplemente saquear lo poco que conservaba de la cordura que alguna vez tuve. Miedo a que se vayan dejándome en llamas y ruina. Reflejo el brillo de las luces lilas del exterior, pero me mantengo a salvo entre las paredes irregulares. Las grietas ya no me molestan, son parte de lo que me hace única, de lo que me hace más fuerte. Lo reconstruyo como una fortaleza, aunque de noche sea como un globo espejado camuflado entre hermosas luces, viviendo de la única compañía en la que confío: La mía.
- Seguen Oríah // Fragmentos de mí.
#personal#tumblr classic#fragmentos#rota#frases#citas#textos#escritos#frases en español#caotizada#seguen#seguen oriah#amor#notas#pensamientos#escritores#sentimientos#en tu orbita#a tu medida#recuerdos#cosas que importan#emociones#enero2024#pub29
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may i request some ex-yu album recommendations? i basically just have ekv on loop all the time
WAHHHH, I see EKV and I melt... 🧡 Here are my 2 cents... (person who is about to pack her soul in a tumblr response - adding one album per artist/band ti limit myself):
bolero - haustor
sunčana strana ulice - azra
prodavnica tajni - bajaga i instruktori
more, more - meri cetinić
odbrana i poslednji dani - idoli
dodirni mi kolena - zana
paket aranžman - idoli/električni orgazam/šarlo akrobata
pjevam pjesnike - arsen dedić
samo par godina za nas - ekatarina velika
program tvog kompjutera - denis & denis
moja posljednja i prva ljubavi - tereza kesovija
bistriji ili tuplji čovek biva kad... - šarlo akrobata
dok čekaš sabah sa šejtanom - zabranjeno pušenje
nađi me - oktobar 1864
godina zmaja - psihomodo pop
magazin - magazin
dnevnik starog momka - đorđe balašević
partibrejkers II - partibrejkers
kako bubanj kaže - električni orgazam
ćiribiribela - bijelo dugme
dnevnik jedne ljubavi - josipa lisac
oprosti što je ljubavna - crvena jabuka
soldatski bal - plavi orkestar
nedovršene priče - novi fosili
pokvarena mašta i prljave strasti - riblja čorba
treba imat dušu - atomsko sklonište
san je jak - jakarta
zeleni zub na planeti dosade - disciplin a kitschme
bonus:
live@tvornica kulture - vlada divljan
muzika za film, tv i muzej - srđan gojković gile
za vašu posljepodnevnu razonodu - darko rundek
and here is a playlist with all of these minus AZRA because branimir štulić pulled a lila cerullo and disappeared, even though, in my humble opinion, AZRA is the pinnacle of music.
#i am a rocker/new wave person at heart#but this isn't entirely limited to that <3#💌letters to winter lady💌#irl elena greco#i am probably missing something crucial this is just off the top of my head
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