#Rozas

[missemymorales]

Carta a un deportado

Si emigrar no es fácil, regresar no lo es menos. Si emigras con miedos y expectativas en el equipaje, regresas con más de lo mismo, miedos y expectativas. Si en el proceso de adaptación hay decepciones, regresar a casa tiene sus propias decepciones que se agravan porque piensas que regresas a lo conocido. Pero lo conocido eso es solo una ilusión. Tú has cambiado. Alejado de la supervisión de los…

[agustivm]

9ª Etapa. De Barbadelo a Gonzar. 26 km. 17 de abril de 2022.

[sunfortune]

women with mommy issues should get $50,000 from the government every year they don’t kill themself

[atiredmuslimah]

اللْهُمَّ إِنَّكَ عَفُوٌّ تُحِبُّ الْعَفْوَ فَاعْفُ عَنِّي

allahumma innaka afuwwun tuhibbul afwa fa'fu anni

"O Allah, Indeed You are Forgiving and love forgiveness, so forgive me”

the best dua to recite in the last 10 days of ramadan. may allah accept our repentance.

[gay]

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH gentlebeard ⚔︎ physical touch

[hugetitlover415]

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

could i request a mob nat oneshot from that universe seeing nat as a mom to her kid? it says we have a kid and it doesn’t need to be overly fluffy or anything… just curious what this badass mob boss looks like as a mom

HAPPINESS

WARNINGS: a bit of violence, gunshots, cute family moments, brief angst, fluff

RELATIONSHIP: natasha romanoff x f!reader

a/n: lol me after not posting for months 😅

AU: Darkest Nights

You wake up to the sounds of laughter in the bedroom, turning, you notice the side beside yours on the bed is empty. Where were the noises coming from? You sat up on the bed to see Natasha on the floor, a batman action figure in her hand and a toy car in the other. Her red hair was up in a loose braid and you could barely see the front of her face properly, but the one face you did see was a baby boy. Well – not really a baby more like a toddler. Except he wasn’t turning two for another few months. His chubby, rose-tinted cheeks were puffed up and small but loud giggles erupted from him. Natasha heard rustling from the bedsheets and looked up at you to see that you were already up. “Did we wake you up, babe?” she asked, her eyes were on you but she still kept her focus on the baby, making sure he wasn’t putting anything he wasn’t supposed to in his mouth. Some toys they make for babies are too small, Alex was teething and liked chewing on his toys sometimes. 

The corners of your lips curled into a smile, “No,” you chuckled, moving your hair strands away from your face. “It’s past 10, I was bound to wake up by now.” You reassure her. “Oh, good – I mean, it’s just you looked peaceful. For once.” you narrow your eyes as you throw the blanket that was draped over your body off yourself. “And who’s fault is it that I’m never at peace?” you retorted, getting up from the bed. She winced, “sorry, krasivaya.” you laughed at the sarcasm that lied beneath her words and lightly threw a smaller pillow from the bed towards her. “Jerk.” she caught the pillow and set it next to her, “c’mere, baby.” her arms were long enough to reach up to your hips while you were folding the blankets. Alex squealed, his stubby little hands moved up and down in agreement. “See, even our son wants mommy to play with us.” Natasha said, her hands grabbed onto your hips and pulled you to the carpet on the floor. “Natasha!” you shouted, playfully shoving her hand away, as she burst out laughing, the baby didn’t know any better and laughed along with her. 

“You’re unbelievable. I hope you know that.” she smirked at what you had said before responding, “I think I’m believable enough, how else is–” you interrupt her, “whatever you’re going to say, don’t say it. I’m positive it isn’t appropriate.” Natasha’s hand rested on your shoulder, “Okay, I’m not that bad.” she paused, “maybe.” 

“Momyy!!” Alex mustered up a word, sliding his mini spiderman toy over to you. “You want mommy and mama to play with you, lovebug?” you smile, grabbing the toy and giving it back to him. He nodded. “Alright, you can be little spiderman, mama will be batman and –” you turn to Natasha, “what will I be?” you ask. “And mommy’s barbie!” she excitedly says to the boy as she hands you a barbie doll. “A happy family, aren’t we?” she cupped your face before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I’m barbie? Seriously?” she grinned without a thought, “no, you’re prettier than barbie, baby.” 

“You’re such a sweet talker, darling.” you turned your attention back to Alex, dramatically gasping before speaking once more. “Oh my goodness, where's spiderman’s car?” the baby gasped as if he was missing a car, “oh look! There it is!” you gave the car to Natasha before Alex got the chance to grab it from you. 

“Oh, no! Batman stole your car, spiderman. Go steal it back from him!” you accused Natasha and pointed at her, immediately, Alex crawled over to her and started to lightly punch her, in a poor attempt to get his car back. Which of course, didn’t do much to her at all. “You can’t have this car, it’s mine now, spiderman!” Natasha took the car in her hand and raised it up in the air to where the boy couldn’t reach. 

The sound of glass shattering pulled both you and Natasha away from playtime. “Natasha, wh—” you heard it again, except this time you saw the window beside your nightstand break. “Get the gun under the bed and take Alex.” her voice was stern, as if she was ordering you. Your eyes widened as fear crept up your spine, “Natasha, what was that?” you heard it again, but this time there wasn’t any glass to stop the noise, it was clear that it was a gunshot. You pulled a box from under the bed and took a pistol out, grabbing Alex into your arms, you slowly stood up to not gain attention from movement in the bedroom. “Darling, I– where will we go?” unshed tears pooled in your eyes as your bottom lip quivered, “as of now, go to the bar. Look for Yelena, and she’ll know where to take you.” 

You gently touched her arm, “Are you not coming with us?” she shook her head, “it’ll cause too much commotion, they’ll know you’re with me. I’ll find you. I’ll find you both. Don’t worry, baby.” you blinked back the tears to stop them from dropping, “Nat. you said this wouldn’t happen, you promised that they weren’t going to find us… I thought we were finally getting back to our normal lives!” she pulled the both of you close, kissing your forehead, cheeks, the top of the baby’s head. “I know, I’m sorry, baby, I’ll fix this. I’m so sorry, I love you both, so much. Trust me, I’ll deal with them and we’ll come back together before you can blink, krasivaya.” Natasha kissed your lips once more, “I love you.” she wiped away your tears, “don’t die.” the smile you had faltered for a moment when you said that, knowing that there could be a possibility that for an instance something could go completely, and terribly wrong. “I won’t. C’mon, you know me better than that, baby.” you let out a dry chuckle at her trying to lighten the mood. “Go. I’ll be back.” Natasha’s protective hold was gone, you simply nodded. Another gunshot could be heard from the other side of the house, you didn’t want Alex to cry so you covered his ears. “I love you too.”

[dani-dear]

outfit breakdown thingy for my first ever ttrpg character ;u;

Her name is Roza and she’s a monk!

[kingatomicdog]

[selin-n]

Bu Azeri şarkıyı ilk dinlediğimde erkek şarkıcı söylüyor galiba diye düşündüm... 🤭😊

Meğer____?!🤭

Böyle sessiz ayrılıklarda__

 Her şey önceden belli olur__

 En güzel zamanında, aşkın ve hayatın__

 İnsan deli olur…!

[comporsilencios]

~ Livia Garcia-Roza

[rinadragomir]

GUYS IT BROUGHT ME BACK FROM THE DEAD😭LitJoy posted VAMPIRE ACADEMY arts, no I'm not hallucinating, we actually have 9 new art pieces

Tip-in Art by @laura_sava_art

Endpaper Reveal by @niru.sky

Tip-in Art by @gonzalom.art

[germanpostwarmodern]

Fainman Residence (1973) in Winnipeg, Canada, by Gustavo Da Roza

[ozgur-ce]

ŞAİR Sezai Karakoç’un meşhur "Mona Roza" şiirinde, Türk edebiyatının en mahrem akrostişi gizlidir. (Belki bilmeyenler hala vardır.)

Şiirin her kıtasının başındaki harfleri yan yana getirdiğinizde "Muazzez Akkayam" çıkar.

Karakoç, 1950’de Mülkiye’de öğrenciyken yazmıştır bu şiiri. Ancak aşkına karşılık bulamayan Karakoç 2002 yılına kadar hiç yayınlamamıştır, ve hiç evlenmemiştir.

Bu efsane şiir, bir aşk acısının yürek burkan sesidir.

Şöyle başlar:

"Mona Roza siyah güller ak güller / Geyve’nin gülleri ve beyaz yatak / Kanadı kırık kuş merhamet ister / Ah senin yüzünden kana batacak / Mona roza siyah güller ak güller."

Muazzez Hanım’ın Mülkiye’de okurken "pingpong şampiyonu" olduğunu öğrenince...

Hemen aklıma okul arkadaşı Sezai Karakoç’un "Ping-Pong Masası" adlı başka bir şiiri geldi.

Şiiri bulup okudum...

Şu dizelere dikkat kesildim:

"Ha Sezai ha ping-pong masası / Ha ping-pong masası ha boş tüfek / Bir el işareti eyvallah ve tak tak / Gözlerin ne kadar güzel ne kadar iyi / Ne kadar güzel ne kadar sıcak / Tak tak tak tak tak."

Gözümün önüne şöyle bir görüntü geldi:

Onurlu Ergani çocuğu Sezai, uzak bir köşeden Muazzez’in pingpong oynamasını izlemektedir. Muazzez topa şımarık bir edayla vurdukça "Ha Sezai ha ping-pong masası" diye içlenmektedir.

Ne dokunaklı değil mi?

Hadi girin internete ve bu çok eski devirlere aitmiş gibi gözüken dokunaklı aşka nüfuz etmek için "Mona Roza" şiirini bulup okuyun.

Bir büyük aşkın hatırına...

Bir parça kederlenip aşka olan imanınızı tazeleyin...

[gay]

get to know the members of @gay! ↳ favourite headcanon character by roza ⋆ kara danvers “for a friend like you, there are no boundaries.”

[draw-you-coward]

painted Him