#QUE NO TIENE NI IDEA

[thewildfl0wer]

( Aecha ): — Tío Kain ¿Crees que el Jefe Dan se enoje si traigo a alguien a la organización? — preguntó, no estaba segura si era correcto llevar a la tía Freya a visitar a la organización pero tampoco quería que estuviera muy sola en casa aunque era su invitada. Dificil, Aecha estaba en un conflicto.

—Mi pequeña Aecha—Le acarició el cabello con calidez. —¿Qué cosas dices?¿Cómo se va a enojar si eres una de las más queridas de la organización? Yo me enojaría con el Jefe Dan si se enoja contigo, te conocí siendo una infante...Debes tener unas buenas razones para llevar a una persona a la organización, por lo que podría acompañarte a hablar con el para que te dé un paso para esa personita ¿Es un amiguito o amiguita tuya que te hiciste en la universidad? —

[minglana]

bro the tags on the tortilla de patata poll...

WHAT DO YOU MEAN "PEAS" IN YOUR TORTILLA DE PATATA????????

also these tags are very funny bc i know this person is calling me out just bc i said que me gusta sin cuajar. pues un bloqueo te estas gananado a pulso

[elbiotipo]

no me acuerdo en que post pero me acuerdo que en uno puse ese meme de "ASÍ SE FESTEJA EN EL OBELISCO", esta

y alguien de los que hace las captions de las imágenes lo describió algo así como

[PICTURE ID: A huge group of people celebrating in a city alongside a huge white structure/sculpture]

recontra siniestro

bueno es Buenos Aires

[malkaviian]

Uuuu esto es medio Problematique pero tengo que admitir que sí me gusta un poco Apollo/Elliot.........

[ariadnaltos]

aquí estoy, atreviéndome en mucho tiempo a volver a crear una historia, soltando palabras a un documento de texto que sé que no tienen que ser definitivas, story beats que no hace falta que ocurran, esforzándome sin saber a dónde va a llegar

esto es lo que me gusta y quiero ser más consistente, intencionada y consciente con lo que hago (no solo en el arte)

llevo desde que era pequeña queriendo contar historias y hacer cómics, tengo que esforzarme para hacerlo, aunque al principio nadie confiase en mí, ni yo misma

[catsatopmydesk]

Mmmmmm cuernito bimbo...

[artist-heart83]

Igual no entiendo porque hay dos versiones del español para los juegos de Mario

O sea, porque ya ubican a Fawful? En una traducción si le dicen así, pero hay otra en donde se llama Grácovitz

[glimpseofsanity]

El realismo mágico de mi país es increíble. 😂

[full-thro4]

Finalmente capto porque la gente menciona mv de lxl JSJSJ

[elbiotipo]

no sé para que puse Velez si no hay uno solo que votó por eso gsjklfjsdgfjsg que está bien, el único hincha de Velez que conozco es un pecho frío

[malkaviian]

nada que ver pero me imaginé al pequeño damian en la escuela y que le den la clásica tarea de hacer un árbol genealógico y de inocente/por pensarla mucho termine preguntando "cuál de las dos tengo que poner??" confundiendo a sus compañeritos y maestra(??

[alebrijediscordico]

hhghghohhghg fruta vida me acabo de acordar q tengo que hacer varias cosas... unas bastante faciles pero 'toy procrastinando...

quiero seguir taggeando mi blog tbh...

[dioneq]

#  ALREDEDORES : para un starter donde william & dione se encuentren en los alrededores del campus.

paso que amaina en lo que alcanzan la zona de descanso periférica a los edificios académicos, de esas donde los arboles han crecido un poco de más junto con las hierbas silvestres, elegantes bancas esparcidos al rededor, área para pasar el rato al aire libre, de esas que no solía frecuentar hasta que hizo el cambio a la especialidad en ciencias. “¿en serio no te estoy generando inconvenientes al pedirte que me acompañes, will?” tono culposo, tirando al desconsuelo, por siempre una damisela en apuros “quiero decir, imagino que tendrás muchas citas agendadas para estas fechas” .

[multishipper-baby]

Este es un pensamiento muy pero muy triste, pero... Me preguntó si la edad avanzada y todo eso habrá llevado a qué Ray y Spring hayan perdido un embarazo o dos.

[onsomenewsht]

now playing: Colorado

< track 2 || track 4 >

》 Alexia Putellas x Reader

》 words count: +1k

》 I'd choose the devil I know over the heaven I don't

The end starts with you finding the ring.

“Alexia, I swear to your good knee, if you’re not ready I’m gonna sell your Ballon d’Or”, your announcement resonating through the rooms. 

You’ve been ready for an entire hour now, beaming and excited for the opportunity to present with your teammates a special award named after your captain. The only thing missing is your perfectionist girlfriend still hidden in the bathroom.

When you open the door, you cannot believe your eyes.

Alexia’s tattooed back is exposed in the criminally low backless dress she’s in, sure, but her hair is still dripping wet and she’s fighting with a makeup brush. Clearly losing, her frown is a well known hint for you. 

She’s not ready and now you have to find your way on the black market.

“Need help?”

“No”

“Yes, vamos a llegar tarde” (we’re late)

“No voy a llegar tarde si ni quiero ir” (I can’t be late if I don’t wanna go in the first place)

Your chuckle filling the room is enough to make the blonde smirk, but you know her well enough to read the subtle lines on her face. Her worries are clear, the reasons to be discovered and a solution to be found.

Taking place behind her figure, you set your hands on her sides and plant a couple of strategically placed kisses on her back and shoulders. Her fitted form relaxes right away under your lips.

When your eyes meet in the mirror it's like a story is being narrated, an understanding of each other that goes beyond big words and great gestures but holds the deep love shared.

Your fingers move to untangle the blonde’s wet hair, taking the time to dry and straighten each lock just as she likes.

“Lo siento” (I’m sorry)

Shy Alexia is a version of her few people meet, her stance a lot less intimidating than the one she portrays on the field or in front of hundreds of cameras. 

“No tienes nada de que arrepentirte, mi corazón” (Nothing to be sorry for)

“I lost time in the gym and I lost time in the shower and I guess I just don’t wanna go”, the English sentence giving away how much thought she put into it. 

The catalan turns to look directly into your eyes for the first time all day, you realise. She really doesn’t want to go to this event, but your excitement and anticipation must have helped hide it throughout the week.

“Eres preciosa, mi amor” (You’re beautiful), she simply states, taking in the perfectly ironed black dress you’re wearing and the meticulously braided hair framing your face.

You smile at her, you love her.

“I know you don’t like the idea of this award, I know you don’t want us handing it to you with a carefully drafted speech”

“¡Lo escribiste!” (You wrote it, didn’t you?)

“Jana helped, all the team did”

Alexia’s eyebrow rises and you don't miss the fact she has a little bit more makeup on than usual, a sight she’s putting an effort.

“I supervised, don’t worry”

“No es reconfortante” (It’s no reassuring)

But her shoulders are relaxed, her frown no longer creasing her beautiful face. The blonde is calmer now and you take it as a victory she never actually asked you to ditch the all thing and hide together under a blanket with a mindless dating show in the background.

“Lo leerás?” (Will you read it?)

“Banned me to even come close to a microphone”, to be fair, it was a single accident and they should’ve not let the anchor’s line open when you just won a championship and your girlfriend’s literally glowing.

She bursts out laughing and you know she’s ready.

Almost ready.

“Take me the white heels while I finish esto”, her fingers moving somehow awkwardly around her mouth, “Y estamos listos!” (And we’re ready to go).

You place a soft but firm kiss on her lips, leaving for her shoes rack.

You’re looking for a pair of heels, one she hates to wear but well designed and a perfect fit with her dress. One she doesn’t wear much so it’s probably hidden in a box in the back of the closet.

That’s why you’re looking for a hidden box of shoes.

That’s where you notice a velvet little box.

That’s how you find the ring.

It’s a beautiful ring. Stunning cut, your precise size. A modest but expertly crafted gem complementing the simple band. It’s the perfect ring.

You don’t like shiny thing, Alexia could ask you to marry her with paper or grass from Camp Nou and you’re gonna say yes regardless.

But that’s exactly the problem.

You love her, you really do. You love her so much you gladly do whatever she asks, if she wants it enough to ask. You keep her love above your own and that’s fine, you’re happy with it. What she loves comes before what you love, naturally following immediately after anyway. 

And what she loves the most is usually you, so you never questioned it. 

However, when her love starts coming despite yours, you realise you can’t keep doing it.

The shift is difficult to perceive, coming at such a silent but excruciating pace that’s impossible to predict and devastating to take in.

The bomb dropped on you in the form of a tiny jewellery box that detonated when opened, shining ring inside.

“Està Narnia?” (You found Narnia?)

Closing the box and effectively concealing the ring from your gaze it’s a switch off. The silence that usually preempts a devastating explosion is coming after it, this one time.

“I’m ready!”

When she walks out of the bathroom, stunning as ever, you just stare. You never loved someone as much as you love her, that is obvious for a while now. 

You never loved and you will never love someone as much as you love her. 

Not even yourself.

“Estás bien?” (Are you okay?)

“T’estimo” (I love you)

Shining eyes almost give away all the meaning behind your words, but the captain fondly kisses you and it’s all good again.

Alexia takes the heels from your hands, when you manage to find them is not clear in your head, and sits on the bed. Your fingers intertwine as you bend on your knees and carefully tie the long white laces around her ankles.

“You good?”, she holds one of your hands and her stare is searching straight through your soul.

She has a ring hidden in a box, how long ago did she buy it?

“Let’s get you this award, mi corazón”

She wants to marry you, when will she ask?

Both your holds are firm and kind, she is calmed and ready. Now, somehow, she’s even happy to go to this event if you keep holding her hand like that.

If she asks, you will say yes.

[malkaviian]

bueno nada ahora me agarró lo horny y me puse a pensar en un escenario en el que tyler y skyler tengan sexo lpmqmrp