#Pombos

[insiderzx]

About hating pigeons

[androgynousthingnacho]

Patagioenas picazuro

Known in Brazil as Pombo da asa branca (white wing pigeon) is a pretty big guy that sounds like an owl. They're beautiful and commonly found in many countries of South America.

[lorenadecastro]

Um post dedicado aos meus amigos pombos que fizeram uma participação especial nas fotos kkkkkkkk 🤣🤣🤣🕊️ . . . #porainorio #pombos #museudoamanha #riodejaneiro #pigeon #retrato #retratosfemininos #rio (em Museu do Amanhã) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpz3YrxgoFJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[claryfig]

Queria ter um pássaro

[litlle-bits-of-everything]

A Guerra das Caganitas

Numa tranquila manhã de primavera, um casal de pombos audaciosos e um tanto inconvenientes decidiu transformar a varanda aqui da Patrícia na sua casa de sonho, instalando-se num vaso preto esquecido, que há tempos não via a luz do sol, muito menos uma única erva. Como uma defensora da natureza (embora relutante), decidi deixá-los ficar, afinal, pensei, "são só uns pombinhos".

À medida que os dias se transformaram em semanas, percebi que os pombos eram tudo, menos um casal pequeno e inofensivo. A população de penudinhos cresceu, multiplicando-se como gremlins após um banho nocturno. Logo, além do casal original, havia agora dois irmãos barulhentos, gorduchos e com um apetite insaciável por tudo que os pais lhe trouxessem, só não comiam os pais porque não podiam.

Começei a sentir-me assim como uma mãe à força de uma família de pássaros desgrenhados, e a minha varanda, outrora um local de relaxamento,tornara-se numa espécie de estação central de tráfego aéreo para pombos. Num vai vem constante de ru-rus. Passei a maior parte do tempo a observar gaganitas monstruosas a acumular-se e exclamando, "Como é que isto aconteceu?". (Dah...)

Decidida a restaurar a ordem, aqui a Patrícia, vai uma bela manhã munida de máscara protetora (que afinal para pandemia já chegou) e de espádua em riste, entrei em ação. Encarei a minha tarefa com a resolução de um herói de ação, antes de filme série b mergulhando de cabeça (às vezes literalmente) no campo de batalha de penas e porcaria. Enquanto lutava para limpar a varanda, os pombos observavam-me de forma imperturbável, quase de gozo, como se já planessem algum tipo de contra-ataque engenhoso, tipo drones inimigos em stand by.

Depois de algumas horas de trabalho árduo e muitas risadas amareladas, sem contar com os olhares fluminantes que lançava aos culpados, finalmente consegui transformar (relativamente) a varanda de volta a um espaço digno para humanos. Estava exausta, mas deveras orgulhosa da minha vitória contra a merdeja instaurada pela invasão alada.

No entanto, o que aconteceu a seguir foi uma reviravolta completamente inesperada, ou até não. Apenas dois dias depois, descobri com horror que os belos dos pombos, como se estivessem competindo num concurso de gagamerdeira em ritmo acelerado, tinham enchido a varanda novamente de bostinhas... Uma situação de comédia absurda, num ciclo interminável de limpeza e porcalhice.

Olhei para os pombos desavergonhados e gritei aos céus em tom de desespero: "Oh. Valha-me os deuses do real pagode, estes maladrecos têm um rabo mais solto do que um pião!" Entre risos e frustração, achei que precisava tomar medidas drásticas.

Estou decidida em recuperar a minha varanda, "pombalhada" preparem-se para a batalha final. Na minha mente já doente nasce um plano maquiavélico que envolve espelhos, balões e até uma gravação de uma águia, milhafre ou do Zé Cabra a cantar para assustar os inquilinos abusadores. Estou determinada a defender o meu território. "This is the 6 floor!" Pombinhos!

Isto agora é a batalha final cósmica e intergaláctica entre a raça humana e a aviária, uma guerra épica pelo domínio da varanda. A minha varanda!

Por mais frustrantes que possam ser, estes pombos invasores trouxeram consigo uma certa dose extra de humor à vida. E, quem sabe, talvez decida que partilhar o espaço com esta família de penudinhos não seja assim tão mau. desde que eles aprendam a limpar o "real si senhor" por si mesmos!

#Pombos #GuerradasGaganitas #Comédia #asasindomável #varandaéminha

[mymilovesfashion]

[2024 year in review ~ Harper's Bazaar España]

JAN - Nathy Peluso

FEB - Sharon Stone; María Pombo (digital)

MAR - Jessica Chastain

APR - Sydney Sweeney

MAY - Tita Thyssen, Carmen Thyssen

JUN - Aitana

JUL/AUG - Eva Herzigova

SEP - Manu Rios, Úrsula Corberó

OCT - Caroline de Maigret

NOV - Constance Jablonski

DEC - Camille Miceli, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Jerry Hall

[necrofauna]

[nightscat]

Summary: your husband is playing in the world cup so you couldn't miss his game <33

You were so happy that richarlison got to play with brazils national football team, it was his first time playing there so you encouraged him as much as you could.

Unfortunately you didn't get to attend his first games because of work, you couldn't just leave work because you were an important person there, and they always needed you, richarlison was comprehensive but felt bad nonetheless, he begged you to go with him but he knew that you couldn't.

You watched every game of his on TV from work, and you showed him off to your friends and the people who work with you because you couldn't help it, especially when he dedicated his goals to you while making your initial with his hands and a heart.

Richarlison on the other hand couldn't stop thinking about you, he always hoped you were watching and supporting him, and he dedicated every goal to you, even his teammates got tired because of how much he talked about you , all his teammates knew you, and had previously met you , they loved you and thought you were the perfect match for richarlison.

The day before the game between Brazil and Siberia, richarlison texted you but you didn't answer, he first thought that you were too busy at work so he brushed it off, but when he called you and texted multiple times and you still didn't answer he got worried, like really worried.

He started pacing around the room , "what's wrong with you dude" vini asked , "she hasn't texted or called yet, I'm starting to worry" he replied honestly, "when did you last text her?" Paquéta asked , "like 4 or 5 hours ago" "she might be busy, or hanging out with her friends" neymar said, "no I don't think so, even when she's very busy she finds time to call or even text, she never didn't have time to answer my text ".

The guys managed to convince him that you were okay and that he doesn't need to let it get into his head because they have an important match tomorrow, but rich couldn't let it go he just prayed to God that you were okay and safe.

On the day of the match they were warming up , and on their break they were talking and laughing to lighten the mood up.

Before the game by like 20 minutes rich and ney were talking when someone tapped richarlison's shoulder "sorry to bother you but I'm such a big fan and I wanted an autograph", it was a girl's voice, he then noticed vini and paquéta smiling while neymar started chuckling a little bit.

"Yes of cour- " that's when he turned around and saw you, you were wearing his jersey with the biggest smile on your face, "SUPRI-" before you could finish your sentence you felt yourself swinging in the air.

"Rich put me down!" you were laughing so hard that your stomach hurt, he put you down and rested his forehead against yours "I was so worried about you meu amor" he managed to say, "sorry love I couldn't answer because I was on the plane" you giggled , he then smashed his lips against yours, you felt like you were on cloud nine, "don't ever do that to me again" he whispered against your lips, "I won't I promise, but aren't you happy that I came?" You said teasingly, "oh you don't know how happy I am anjo".

After you both had your cute moment it was time for the game to start and you were cheering richarlison as hard as you could, and when he scored the scissor kick you yelled on the top of your lungs, and he of course dedicated that goal to you while making a heart and blowing you a kiss.

After the game, you couldn't stop kissing rich because of how happy and proud you were, you of course congratulated the whole team, that's when neymar nudged richarlison "Hey don't thank me it's because of this pombo that we managed to win" he said with a smile on his face.

After that day you promised yourself that you'll attend all of richarlisons games just to see his smile while seeing you there.

Writers note: AAAA I hope this is what you wanted 😭🙏🏼 and I hope you like it, love you sm lovelies 💗

[realmadridfamily]

Tibo and Mishel at the Birthday Party of their friend :)

[kevotsuka]

who are pablo and maria?

Their areAlex and Marc madrid friends !! Maria Pombo works with them in vertical group (she's a kind of influencer? Model? I think) and i don't actually know what are really Pablo Castellano job, but they have two¿ kids and they give me Alex (and sometimes, Marc) content soo. i don't think to much in them. I don't know to much actually because I'm not from Spain

Here Alex playing padel with Pablo and other friends

And marc with Martin (Tintin), Maria and Pablo son

Also my favorite pic of marc (because he looks small and hsshshshshsm)

(Maybe @42bakery knows more about them, I'm not really into what happen in spain asides of sports (?)

[insiderzx]

Pigeon 💗

[ollieflopkins]

my fiancé and I in stitches over this sexy little freak

[viecome]

Álvaro Pombo: "Vivir sólo a través de los libros es de una tristeza insoportable"

El escritor Álvaro Pombo la semana pasada en su casa de Madrid. Tras explorar el pasado familiar en ‘Santander, 1936’, último Premio Umbral, el escritor ahonda con maestría en los misterios de la fe, el amor y la venganza en ‘El exclaustrado’. “Los españoles eludimos cada vez más la responsabilidad” Origen: ELMUNDO

[graneymar]

hate fuck with richy

#1. RICHARLISON: "SHUT UP" - "MAKE ME"

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: smut

PAIRING: Richarlison x fem!reader

"What? What are you saying? I can’t hear you", I shouted back at my best friend, who was trying to tell me something. The music was too loud, I couldn’t hear anything but the loud, brazilian funk beats. "Ney and I are leaving for a minute, we'll be back soon", she screamed right into my ear. I rolled my eyes at her in annoyance, "Do you really have to do this now?" She shrugged and laughed, Neymar was already standing beside her and tried to drag her away from me by grabbing her waist. "Just go talk to… I don't know, Rafaella maybe? I'll hurry up", she said and was gone in a matter of seconds. I knew exactly what those two dirty little freaks were about to do and I was nothing but mad at her for leaving me alone at a party I barely knew anyone at.

My best friend and Neymar have been dating for a while now. It was his birthday and he decided to celebrate it in Brazil. I got invited as well and of course I was super happy and grateful about being there since it wasn’t my first time in Brazil with them, so I knew most of Neymars close friends, but looking around now, I didn’t see one similar face. The house was absolutely crowded and I simply stood there, looking around and sipping on my drink.

"Y/N, come here”, I heard someone exclaim behind me. I turned around to see Antony sitting on a couch, waving me over to him. "Thank God", I thought to myself and quickly walked up to him, a sigh of relief escaping my lips. Thanks to Neymar I already met all the Brazilian national players; Antony was one of them that I got greatly along with. I sat down next to him and greeted the rest of the team. I looked up to see Richarlison standing right in front of us. "Okay, I have another one", he dragged all the attention on himself and started telling a joke. While everyone was laughing, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him. I honestly didn’t like Richarlison that much, he seemed full of himself and was an attention seeker. His jokes weren’t even funny to be honest. But he felt the same way about me. We didn’t like each other and we never tried to hide it. He noticed I wasn’t as amused as the others were and his face froze. "Are you here to drag everyone’s mood down again?", he asked. I provocatively smiled at him and tilted my head to the side. "Nice to see you again too. How’s life going?"

"Better when you’re not in it", he said, raising his eyebrows at me. "What a kind and beautiful soul you are", I replied before the faked smiled disappeared from my face. He repeatedly shook his head from left to right before placing himself next to Paquetá again. I tried to distract myself by talking to Antony, but Richarlisons simple presence was enough to annoy the hell out of me. When I heard him keep making jokes and his laugh echoing through the room, I felt like I needed to slap someone’s face. I threw him one pissed look before I got up and walked out of the house. I was alone on the terrace, most of the guests went inside or have been in the backyard at the other side of the house. "Why do you always have to act like that?", I heard that maddening voice from right behind me. "Are you following me now?", I asked as I was turning around. "Surely not, but if I'm being honest, I'm wondering why you dislike me so much", Richarlison answered. "Hm, maybe because you are damn conceited and an attention whore?"

"Oh and you’re not seeking for attention every time you're acting like a little bitch, like in this very moment?" I gasped. He slowly made some moves towards me, my eyes going up and down his body. "Did you just call me a bitch?"

"There’s a difference between being a bitch and acting like one", he tried to explain, "Or are you on your period everytime we happen to see each other? Everyone’s enjoying my jokes, people love to be around me. It’s always only you thats behaving so disgustingly." Now that he was standing just a few centimetres away from me, I felt a weird unknown tingle building up in me. "I'm not laughing because you're not funny. They all are being polite while you are embarrassing yourself with senseless jokes." Richarlison shook his head at my response, taking two steps away from me again. "Oh shut up", he said. "Make me", I sassed. He looked me directly in the eyes for a short second, that felt like an eternity though, before he quickly walked up to me, cupped my head in his large hands and placed a long kiss onto my lips. Not even thinking about it that much, I returned the kiss, quickly realising who it was that I was kissing. "What the fuck do you think you’re doing?", I shouted as I pushed him away from me. A wide grin formed in his face. "Don’t act like you didn’t like it", he smirked before crashing his lips onto mine once more. Sadly, he was right. Feeling his lips on my skin felt too fucking good, even though the anger at myself was building up in my body as well. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but our little make out session started getting wilder and more heated while our tongues found their own rhythm. His hands were on my butt, giving it a soft squeeze. "Let’s go inside", he whispered as he pulled away. I waited for him to go in first hoping no one would notice what was going on. Following him, we entered Neymars guest bedroom. As soon as I locked the door, Richarlison turned me around, pushing my back against the door, finally locking his lips with mine once again. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let out a few noises of pleasure the moment his lips found their way to my neck. He picked me up and carefully threw me onto the bed, quickly getting his shirt off before he got on top me. I bit my lip when he massaged my breasts and placed another few kisses on my neck. I threw my head back, my breath getting heavier as I felt his fingertips on my thighs underneath my tight black dress. I watched his hands roaming up and down my body, feeling myself getting wetter by feeling his hot breath on my thighs while he was placing sloppy kisses onto them. "Fuck", I groaned and slightly pushed him down from me before getting myself on top of him. His surprised face quickly turned into a wide smirk, he tilted his head up to give me another kiss, one of his hands squeezing my butt - the other one making my body twitch by slapping it every now and then. I kissed his neck, my hands going down, tugging on his joggers. He quickly got out of them, throwing them onto the floor together with his shorts. I gasped, the excitement and nervousness rising realising how big he actually is. Richarlison laid on his back again, the massive grin on his face not disappearing for a second. I instantly climbed on top, kissing his lips and grinding on to him. His hands ran up and down my back until he softly started pulling on my hair while we were groaning into each other mouths. I pulled away to pull my panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off, I just needed to feel him now. Richarlison watched me take action, his hands cupping my breasts that were still covered by my dress. I lift myself up, my brows furrowed as I grabbed him and teased the two of us by taking the tip in a little too slowly. Once I lowered myself onto him, I let out a loud whine, needing a moment to adjust him. His lust filled eyes observed me losing all control of my body as I gently moved my hips up and down, crying out every time I fully took him in. "Shut the fuck up or they’ll hear you", he said inbetween his moans. I completely ignored him, I couldn’t stay silent even if I wanted to. "Shut up I said", he hissed, grabbing my waist. "I- I can’t", I somehow managed to answer.

He lift my hip up and sat straight up so we were face to face, repeatedly thrusting his huge hard cock in and out my throbbing pussy. I gasped for air while my moans got even louder than they’ve been before. "Oh fuck I hate you so much", I shouted out before his hand covered my mouth attempting to diminish my whines. His facial expression started changing the moment I felt his thrusts got out of rhythm, letting me know he was close. I threw my head back, the tingling sensation also happening in my body as he placed some wet kisses on my neck. We couldn’t stop ourselves from meaning out loudly while riding out our climax. I climbed off his sweaty body, fixing my hair and outfit. Turning around, I saw Richarlison still laying in bed naked, out of breath and watching me. I looked at him questioning, earning a chuckle from him. "What are you laughing at? This never happened, okay?", I jokingly, yet seriously threatened him. He jumped out of the bed, picking up his clothes and quickly got into them. "Didn’t know having sex with someone you hate from the bottom of your heart would be that good", he snickered as I finally opened the bedroom door to get out of there. My eyes widened as I saw my best friend and Neymar getting out of the opposite room. "What the- Y/N, what the fuck? Richarlison?", she shouted out while Neymar bursted out into laughter. "I don’t know. I don’t know how it happened. Forget about it", I hissed back. Neymar raised his eyebrows, the enormous smile still on his face, "I knew this would happen sooner or later." I begged them to not talk about it for the rest of the night. Richarlison, though, couldn’t stop grinning from ear to ear and - what a surprise - immediately told a joke the moment we sat inbetween the Brazilian national team again. My best friend stared at me in shock, realising that I was actually laughing about Richarlisons joke. Something I have indeed never done before. "So, either you’ve been sexually frustrated whenever you’ve seen him before or you’re now developing a crush on him", she whispered to me, making me laugh out even louder.

[schemelin]

watching the same hours-long popular creepypasta documentaries over and over. like oh my god ohh it's The Father!? call Ben Drowned, shit is about to get NASTY !!!!!!

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

Ph Jorge Pombo, Portugal