#Lopéz

[oknews]

Enrique Peñalosa arremetió contra Claudia López por el “trancón monumental” en la autopista Norte, ¿por qué?

Las intensas lluvias registradas el pasado miércoles desataron emergencias en distintos sectores de Bogotá. Uno de los lugares más afectados fue la autopista Norte, donde el aguacero provocó un colapso en el tráfico, dejando a numerosos conductores varados e incapaces de avanzar. Tras más de 20 horas, el corredor vial, finalmente, fue habilitado en ambos sentidos en la tarde del jueves. Luego de…

[redteam-shenanigans]

[shows everyone(who’s in a relationship) fan art of them and their partner.]

On a scale of 1-10 how cursed is it?

Red Oktoberfest/Heavy x Medic:

Medic: 10/10! I love it!

Heavy: 6/10. I just don't like seeing art of myself.

FlashFire/Pyro x Scout:

Pyro: Huddah/10! [No one knows. It seems like good feedback.]

Scout: Uh.../10. [Refused to answer. It was good art he's just a fucking coward.]

Batting Rivals/Scout x 2nd Scout:

Scout: 600/10. [No further comment given. Fucking simp.]

2nd Scout: 9/10. [Panicked slightly, but ACTUALLY gave a score.]

[punkeropercyjackson]

Blooddragon core

Summer is the one in the dress but Vicia is the one leading <3

[isak-og-even]

THE CORNETTO SCENE!! ❤️

[squintsintwink]

I miss my townie makeovers

[valiantranchcreatorsuitcase]

[beneficiostracsa]

●10% Pago tarjeta o efectivo en Campamento de Verano sobre precio vigente en cada Centro.

●15% pago efectivo y 10% pago con tarjeta:

A) En Fiestas de Cumpleaños Kidzparty (paquete temático – paquete mediano y grande).

B) En entradas, precios vigentes de taquilla en cada “Centro”. Máx. 4

C)En Boletos de Noches de Amigos.

[jaylatinroll]

Zaragoza se prepara para la 2a edición del Vive Latino España

Vive Latino, el festival iberoamericano de cultura musical por excelencia, regresará a Zaragoza en su segunda edición española con un cartel repleto de artistas nacionales e internacionales.  El variado cartel incluye grandes nombres de la música iberoamericana y primeras figuras españolas y nombres relevantes, como Andrés Calamaro, Jorge Drexler, Juanes, Julieta Venegas, Loquillo, Lori Meyers,…

[s6lars]

⋆ ˚｡⋆ 📂 pedri crashes an interview…

slightly suggestive, a little pedri x reporter!reader moment. inspired by this moment between iker casillas and his then gf after spain won the world cup. let's pretend barca wins the cl. enjoy!

"Can we get one more player to interview?"

Your producer's voice rings through the earpiece, prompting you to push it deeper to hear better.

The thunderous roars from the humongous crowd bleeds through the tunnels of Wembley Stadium, still persisting hours after the full-time whistle blew the moment Barcelona became champions of Europe.

"Come again?" you reply.

"One more player. Get them in front of the mic."

Jules Koundé and Fermin Lopéz had stopped by for an interview earlier, but clearly that wasn't enough for your producer or the show. Standing on your tiptoes, you scan the busy yet lively atmosphere of the tunnels — crowded, upbeat, slightly cramped, and filled with a persistent tone of chatter from the tens of reporters present.

It doesn’t look like any new players would emerge from the dressing rooms, at least not for a while. You were just about to inform your producer about it when you see your boyfriend walking into the room, nudging his way through the crowd.

Pedri González in all his glory, sporting the signature blue and red kit, beads of sweat in his hair and the rosey blush splayed across his face. The calls of reporters grew as they tried to get his attention, but once his honey brown eyes met yours, it was only you who he was drawn to.

He makes the proud walk to your booth, the shiny Champions League medal dangling on his neck, gleaming under the lights. Pedri's smile grows with every step, happily ignoring the twenty or so other reporters calling his name.

"Hey baby," Pedri coos, hands naturally wrapping around your figure. Your body tenses for a moment at the PDA — it doesn't go unnoticed by him, swiftly releasing you from his embrace.

Although your relationship had been long public by now, this the first time your worlds have crossed professionally (ironic, given that you were a sports reporter, and Pedri was an athlete). There were several conversations about this and it usually ended the same way — as long as there was a camera pointed in your direction, there could be no signs that you were a couple.

"You're working right now?" Pedri asks. You nod in response.

"I need you for an interview. It won't be long, I promise." You signal at your cameraman to prepare the interview, turning back to Pedri.

"I wouldn't mind either way." There's that smile again, the smile that only draws one out of you as well. "Hey, I didn't see you during the celebrations earlier.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I had to get ready for this,” you recall, taking off as soon as the Blaugranas lifted the trophy. It pained your heart to not run up to Pedri and jump into his arms, instead, you ran the other way to touch up your makeup underground.

“But hey, we can take pictures later. When it’s less crowded. And a lot quieter.”

“I can think of several things we can do where it’s less crowded. Dunno about quiet, though,” Pedri teases, low enough so only you could hear.

No amount of Patrick Ta blush could replicate the growing heat painted on your cheeks. You shove him playfully, watching as he bites the inside of his cheek to stifle a laugh.

Pedri looks devilishly handsome tonight — he always does, but something about his boosted confidence from the win only amplified it. His tongue darts out to lave over his bottom lip, taking it between his teeth as he drinks in your figure.

Were the tunnels always this hot?

“Guys,” your cameraman calls, signaling for you to get ready. You shake off all the unholy thoughts in your mind reserved for the comfort of Pedri’s hotel room later that night, fix your hair, and bring the mic up to your chest.

One, two, three, your cameraman mouths, and you’re live on air to millions.

“Welcome back to Wembley! Most of the players are still celebrating by now, but I’m joined by Pedri here.” The camera pans, now fitting you both into the frame.

“Is there anything you’d like to say?” You hope the sound system doesn’t catch the unusual giddiness in your voice as you address him.

“What is there to say? What should I tell you that you already don’t know?” Pedri’s eyes don’t leave yours for a second, completely disregarding the lens, speaking like you’re the only person in the room.

“Well, tell us how you feel,” you respond through giggles, instinctively taking a step closer to him.

“You’ve caught me in a true moment of happiness, not just from me, but from the rest of the club. It’s been a season full of ups and downs and we truly feel like we’ve deserved for it to end this way,” Pedri explains.

“… and I just want to thank all the people that have supported me throughout all this. My parents, my brother…”

Pedri’s voice breaks as he reaches the end of his sentence, his finger reaching up to swipe any stray tears spilling onto his cheeks. You wanted nothing more than to drop the microphone and pull his head into the crook of your neck, but you stood your ground.

Watching the love of your life speak so highly of his loved ones, pouring his heart out with the world watching, it’s why you fell in love with him in the first place. And you feel like it’s happening all over again.

“It’s fine, we can just talk about other things for now…” You try to diffuse the situation, watching as Pedri regains composure in front of you.

“No,” he suddenly blurts, waving his finger.

“No?” you barely manage to squeak out before Pedri leans in — and he’s kissing you.

One arm around your shoulders and his free hand gripping your chin, Pedri moulds his lips against yours. All sense of professionalism had evaporated from your body, drunk on the way he tasted.

He pulls away before you could kiss back, landing one last sneaky peck on your forehead before making a run for it. “I’m leaving! See you later!” he says in between giggles.

You watch him disappear into the stairwell when the sound of applause fills your ears, and you only then realize what position you’re in — putting on a show for the crowd of reports.

“My my, Pedri. What a man he is.”

A voice rings through your earpiece. You also put on a show for the crowd of millions at home.

Your face is heated once more, your words tripping over themselves as you try to think of a closing statement. Part of you wants to scold Pedri and teach him a lesson for messing with you at work — the other wants him to kiss you senseless again, letting the world know you belong to each other.

“When Pedri comes back to Spain, tell him I want to give him a kiss as well!”

[oknews]

Manuel López Meléndez o Fidel Calderón podría presidir Morena

Morelia, Michoacán A unos meses de que se renueve la dirigencia estatal de Morena, suenan los nombres de los experredistas Manuel López Meléndez y Fidel Calderón para relevar a Juan Pablo Celis. Al menos de parte de uno de los dos bloques principales. “Que quede muy claro, en este partido hay dos bloques, uno representado por el gobernador y otro por los actores políticos que te menciono y son…

[redteam-shenanigans]

This little goober shows up out of nowhere. What you doing?

Pyro is immediately going to try and play with it, and the 2nd Medic is going to pick it up and take it to the infirmary to make sure that it won't hurt anyone. Everyone else is watching, waiting for something to happen. Medic and Spy already have popcorn.

The 2nd Medic is going to be caught cuddling with it, and is going to try and deny it.

[waru-chan8]

That would be great, except Alonso and Pedro are keeping tabs on the other and all their track encounters plus Pedro is always 2 seconds away from punching Alonso

#Alonso saw Fermin getting okay with Pedro and decided he needed to spoil him and make him remember who's the best for him

Same Anna, same here

and this is me deciding a ship

It would be so much easier if they just decided to do a 3-way thing like no fighting, no stress, nothing but nooo they're competitive as fuck

[kurtbusiek]

Promo poster, drawn by Jose Luis Garcia-Lopéz, for TWILIGHT, a science-fiction series written by Howard Chaykin, published in 1990 by DC Comics, and featuring updated, mature-readers takes on various of their SF characters from the 1950s and 60s.

[donfermin]

FERMÍN LOPÉZ, EUROPEAN AND OLYMPIC CHAMPION

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F1 MASTERLIST.

𝖕𝖊𝖉𝖗𝖎

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

: ̗̀➛ the three times you said yes and the one time you didn’t ❀

𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

: ̗̀➛ unless he puts a label on it he’s single ✩

: ̗̀➛ mine ღ

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬

: ̗̀➛ devotion ✩

: ̗̀➛ only you ✩

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

: ̗̀➛ body worship ✩

𝖌𝖆𝖛𝖎

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

: ̗̀➛ envolver ✩

: ̗̀➛ taking all the pressure away ✩ ღ ❀

𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

: ̗̀➛ congratulations ✩

: ̗̀➛ santa maria ✩

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬

: ̗̀➛ rough carpets ✩

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

: ̗̀➛ 3some ft. pablo torre ✩

: ̗̀➛ chulos ft. fermín lópez ✩

𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

: ̗̀➛ fiebre (fermín lopéz ft. fran garcía) ✩

: ̗̀➛ euro 2024 masterlist

: ̗̀➛ copa america 2024 masterlist

𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

: ̗̀➛ an1mal (alejandro balde ft. pablo torre) ✩

: ̗̀➛ 721 (rodrigo de paul ft. paulo dybala) ✩

: ̗̀➛ toner – gio reyna ღ

: ̗̀➛ trust – rodrigo riquelme ✩

: ̗̀➛ bota niña – enzo vogrincic

: ̗̀➛ una foto – enzo vogrincic + felipe otaño

: ̗̀➛ mercadona – simón hempe

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬

n/a

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

: ̗̀➛ chulos (gavi ft. fermín lópez) ✩