#Stop tortura

[ultramarine-spirit]

This is very random but I have always imagined that Diana dances like Shakira. It's just that Shakira has a very happy, elegant and attractive dance, also since they are both blondes I couldn't help but relate them

Boy do I have the fanart for you, anon. And a version with music!

[wileys-russo]

Alexia Putellas, “just let me in and accept I’m not going anywhere”, reader’s kitchen

a.putellas II cross the line

you grunted as you worked the dough, sleeves rolled up to your elbows and sweatshirt dotted with flour as you punched, rolled and kneaded it across the board.

with a sigh you grabbed your rolling pin, flattening it before repeating the actions all over again, oven chiming to alert you that it had finally pre heated.

repeating the routine twice over you picked it up and dropped it into a shallow pan, sprinkling the foccacia with oil and massaging it in, gently prodding in holes and finishing it off with some rosemary and seasalt.

you sighed with relief as you carefully closed the oven door, rolling your shoulders and neck which were heavy with tension, making a mental note to con your girlfriend into giving you a massage later not that it often took much to convince her to get her hands on you.

a hot shower helped to melt away a little of the tension, and a thorough washing of your hair helped you to feel like a human being again and not a bag of flour.

you left your skin care for before bed and got changed into a pair of your girlfriends national team shorts and a shirt so large the two of you could have fit into it.

you were happy with how the bread was progressing, your first timer going off as you set multiple other alarms, knowing this next block of time was the most crucial.

baking had always been an escape for you, something taught to you by your grandma and passed down, your sundays spent at her house learning all her tips and tricks while your mum worked her second job to keep a roof over your head.

you'd first met alexia when she was in london for a nike shoot, the photographer a close friend you were temping for while on break from university.

there was a miscommunication from her team which lead to a somewhat heated conversation you could see she felt uncomfortable about, hanging awkwardly to the side while her agent lead the charge.

you'd stepped in and asked if she'd liked a coffee, assuring you were doing a run anyway and that it was no bother to grab her one on the way. she'd accepted but bargained she had to come with you, a little reserved at first but eventually the two of you got to talking.

and as everyone says, the rest was history.

you heard alexia's keys jimmy with the lock, front door popping open as her footsteps sounded in the hall, a small grunt as she wrestled off her trainers and a gentle thump of her gym bag hitting the floor.

"hola mi amor." you greeted with a warm smile, meeting her halfway in a tight hug, laughing as she exhaled tiredly into your neck making you squirm and poke at her sides.

"are you baking?" she mumbled into your shoulder, hunched over as you hummed and slipped a hand down the collar of her top, scratching gently at the base of her neck.

"stop that!" you laughed as once more she exhaled, pushing her away and ignoring her whine of annoyance as you did so. "i have not seen you all day." your girlfriend complained with a slight pout, hands tugging at the back of your shirt.

"you've been gone for three hours!" you rolled your eyes playfully, spinning away from her grabby hands and back into the kitchen. "exactly! tal tortura." alexia huffed, lips still turned downward into an annoyed pout.

"pobre bebé." you mocked as her eyes narrowed but once again you dodged her reaching for you. "i'm baking." you warned with a coy smile, your girlfriend throwing her head back with a dramatic groan as if she'd just been shot.

"the bread does not need your attention princesa, i do." alexia tried to follow after you but grunted as your hand shot out stopping her in her tracks. "nice try putellas, you know the rules." you warned, booping her nose making her scowl.

"this line-" you trailed your finger from the counter to the stove. "-is not to be crossed." you wagged your finger at her. "esta es una regla estúpida!" the footballer argued, still hovering right on the line.

"it isn't a stupid rule when you cook and i am not allowed past it, is it?" you challenged, hands on hips and raised eyebrows. early on in your relationship you and alexia established you both adored the use of the kitchen, only there was just one small problem.

you both hated sharing that space with someone else, even one another.

so the line rule was implemented to save future arguments, and most of the time it worked a charm. however your girlfriend was a passionate woman and fiercely stubborn, and when she wanted something there wasn't much that could stand successfully in her way.

"ale please i spent so long working on this bread i really need it to be perfect!" you sighed as her hand shot out and grabbed your top pulling you over the line, nose tucking into your neck as gentle kisses were fanned across the skin.

"such a perfectionist." your girlfriend teased quietly, silencing your quip back as she pressed her lips properly against yours, the timer going off in the background.

"no no not yet, little more cariño por favor." alexia purred, strong toned arms wrapping around your hips as she held your body captive, back pressed to her front and lips peppering kisses across your neck.

"ale!" you sighed, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she kissed a little less sweetly, teeth grazing your shoulder. "mm?" she hummed, large hands squeezing your hips as your eyes opened and you spotted the oven, brought back down to earth.

"no!" you groaned, pushing against her and catching her off guard as she stumbled and you darted back into the kitchen. you ignored her complaining about a lack of attention as you sprayed the top of your bread with a spray bottle of oil.

"vale you fussed over your bread, my turn." alexia stomped her foot not unlike a child throwing a tantrum making you smile in amusement. "later, the bread is almost done amor be patient." you winked, bending down to peer through the glass of your oven.

"so i cannot cross the line, sí?" alexia clarified as you hummed, not thinking much of it. though as you turned around, that all changed. "alexia!" you laughed in disbelief seeing her pulling herself up onto the counter.

you watched on as she spun her body and shuffled forward slightly, dropping to the ground with a wolfish grin. "did not cross the line." she took a deep bow as you rolled your eyes. "you are so-" you started to lecture as her grin grew.

"no no." her finger pushed against your lips silencing you as you raised an eyebrow. "just let me in and accept i'm not going anywhere princesa." your girlfriend smiled cockily, drawing your body closer into hers.

"that is because you are so stubb-" you started, words swallowed by the rosy pink lips which pressed against yours, breath hitching as her hands slid around your hips and cheekily squeezed at your ass, alexia using this to slip her tongue into your mouth.

you resisted the urge to moan as her hands pinched and squeezed, paying all of your body just as much attention as your mouth and sending your head into a spin.

but then, you smelled it and pushed away, spinning around and dropping to the oven.

"putellas if this bread is burnt you're sleeping outside for a week!"

[flan-tasma]

Wait for him (Neuvillette, Wanderer & Aether)

💖~ When they can't be with you because they have to fulfill their responsibilities, these men really try to come back to you.

Warning: Nope now💖, GN!Reader | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

Neuvillette no demuestra su tristeza, sino que algo más te lo advierte. Es involuntario, a pesar de que él es bien consciente de ello, no es capaz de solo detener sus sollozos cuando tiene que quedarse hasta tarde por su trabajo. Mientras que él está revisando detenidamente cada documento en sus manos, escribiendo de manera clara cada cosa y manteniendo su mente lo más alejada de ti que puede, tú sabes que él no quiere nada más que mandar al diablo los metros de distancia que está de ti.

Siente que su piel arde porque no estás a su lado, no soporta la idea y lo considera una tortura. Lo sabes, puedes verlo en sus sollozos y en sus maldiciones mudas, puedes verlo en el viento que da golpes en la ventana de tu habitación, la lluvia torrencial era igual a ver a Neuvillette sufrir por ti. Las gotas de lluvia dejan de golpear violentamente las calles de Fontaine cuando por fin ha terminado su trabajo y se dispone a volver a su hogar, dejando caer mínimos lamentos del Dragón Hydro que solo cesan cuando te tiene entre sus brazos.

Wanderer tiene cosas que hacer: está ocupado estudiando, quejándose y cumpliendo las misiones que Nahida le da muy amablemente. Balancear todo eso junto a ti siempre es una molestia, pero lo logra de alguna forma que le permite darse un buen y merecido descanso contigo al final del día, si es que no se queda despierto revisando notas y tesis nuevas.

No es el más emocionado por las veces en las que el cielo despejado se burla de él, la luna alta está riéndose de él mientras que le recuerda que probablemente ya estás en cama, sin siquiera pensar en que él está viajando a casa para dormir por fin. Odia todo. Maldice a la noche, a los árboles y a las casas que debe rodear hasta que decide pasar por encima, maldice a la Shogun Raiden, a Inazuma, a Sumeru y a los arcontes. Simplemente ya no aguanta más y si tiene algún problema, aunque sea el menos molesto Hilichurl que se le ocurra mirarlo y decidir que lo atacará, lo mandará a conocer Celestia.

No le podría importar menos si hay un grupo de ladrones de tesoros planeando robarle, los mandará a volar a la primera que se acerquen. No piensa en nada más que llegar a casa y lanzarse a tu lado en la cama. No importa si no necesita dormir tampoco, solo necesita que el mundo entero cierre la boca y lo deje mirarte hasta caer dormido.

Aether es un aventurero nato, está acostumbrado a realizar campamentos y dormir a la intemperie en sus viajes, pero desde que sabe que puede irse a dormir tan a gusto por la maravillosa relajatetera fue bienvenido cuando descubrió el invento adéptico. Hay varias veces en las que prefiere quedarse mirando el cielo de Tayvat antes de entrar a su casa portátil, pero son más las ocasiones en las que quiere realizar el viaje de noche lo más rápido posible antes de descansar. Quiere llegar rápido a la siguiente nación, pero cuando Paimon y él ya están cansados, deciden que es mejor acompañarte por fin a dormir.

Es más fácil transportarte así, te quedas dormida más temprano en su habitación y cuando por fin entra, después de saludar a Gordi, estás durmiendo tranquilamente. Confías en él, que te llevará mientras puedes tomarte un descanso de los duelos y peleas dentro del hogar que creó para ti. Y él está feliz de poder tenerte a su lado. Mañana pueden seguir explorando, ahora solo piensa en dormir.

English:

Neuvillette does not show his sadness, but rather something else warns you. It's involuntarily, even though he is well aware of it, he is not able to just stop his sobbing when he has to stay late for his work. While he is poring over every document in his hands, clearly writing everything down and keeping his mind as far away from you as he can, you know that he wants nothing more than to say to hell with it all for how many meters he is away from you.

He feels like his skin is burning because you're not next to him, he can't stand the idea and considers it torture. You know it, you can see it in his sobs and his silent curses, you can see it in the wind that hits your bedroom window, the pouring rain was the same as watching Neuvillette suffer for you. The raindrops stop violently hitting the streets of Fontaine when he has finally finished his work and is preparing to return to his home, letting out minimal cries from the Hydro Dragon that only cease when he has you in his arms.

Wanderer has things to do, he is busy studying, complaining, and completing the quests that Nahida very kindly gives him. Balancing all of that with you is always a pain, but he manages it in a way that allows him to have a good, well-deserved rest with you at the end of the day, if he doesn't stay up reviewing notes and new theses.

He's not the most excited about the times when the clear sky is mocking him, the high moon is laughing at him while reminding him that you're probably already in bed, without even thinking about the fact that he's traveling home to sleep for the end of night. He hates everything. He curses the night, the trees and the houses that he must surround until he decides to pass over them, he curses Shogun Raiden, Inazuma, Sumeru and the archons. He just can't take it anymore, and if he has any problem, even the least annoying Hilichurl who can think of to look at him and decide that he will attack him, he will send him to meet Celestia.

He couldn't care less if there's a group of treasure hoarders planning to rob him, he will blow them away if they get close. He doesn't think about anything other than getting home and throwing himself into bed next to you. It doesn't matter if he doesn't need to sleep either, he just needs the whole world to shut up and let him stare at you until he falls asleep.

Aether is a born adventurer, he is used to camping and sleeping outdoors on his trips. But since he knows that he can go to sleep so comfortable in the wonderful serenitea pot, it was welcomed when he discovered the adeptic invention. There are several times when he prefers to watch at the Tayvat sky before entering his portable house, but there are more times when he wants to make the night trip as quickly as possible before resting. He wants to get to the next nation quickly, and when he and Paimon are already tired, they decide that it is better to finally accompany you to sleep.

It's easier to transport yourself like this, you fall asleep earlier in his room and when he finally enters, after greeting Tubby, you are sleeping peacefully. You trust him to carry you while you can take a break from the duels and fights within the home he created for you. And he is happy to have you by his side. Tomorrow you can continue exploring, now he only thinks about sleeping.

[beautiful-basque-country]

In September 2001, the Guardia Civil entered the house of Unai Romano's parents - where he lived - in the middle of the night. He was accused of being an ETA memeber, arrested, and brought to the Guardia Civil headquarters in Gasteiz.

For two days, he was tortured to get more presumed member names out of him. Here's how Unai recently recalled the abuse he was subjected to:

Another question session, more questions. And they started throwing different practices into the mix, one called "the elevator", that consisted in standing up, go down to a deep squat, standing up, up and down, questions, do you know this person? no, you're hit, up and down again. They also threatened me with electrodes. I remember I got them on my testicles, penis, my earlobe. It wasn't a very high intensity, my fear of what it could be was bigger. They kept mixing methods: [choking] bag, electrodes, the infamous elevator, and beatings. There came a moment when I was physically exhausted and when I was on the verge of losing consciousness and fall to the geound they reanimated me and started all over again. But I reached a state I couldn't go on anymore, and they sit me down on a chair; and started telling me they had arrested my mother. I refused to believe it, how can they arrest a 70y/o woman? They were saying this at a distance, pretending they were talking on the phone with the officers of the Gasteiz reservoir, and between guardia civiles, screaming: we're torturing your mother, we're making her go through the elevator, while I kept sitting down on the chair. One of them came to me from behind and told me she has died and it stopped there. I refused to believe, I refused, but I was kept there for a while until they brought me down to my cell [forced to stand up there]. Due to the beatings they gave me, my head begin to swell, so much that I had a hard time at keeping my eyes open, I had to do this gesture continously to keep them open. My face and head burnt, everything was very swollen. So I decided I had to sit, until I heard somebody opened the spyhole and although I got up very quickly and tried to cover it up, he saw me, entered and slapped me hard.

He was left like this :

After enduring all this, Unai Romano was absolved.

He started a crusade to get some justice and has brought his case to the Human Rights Court after the Spanish justice failed him. The judge considered Unai wasn't subjected to torture.

That judge is the current Minister of Justice of Spain, Fernando Grande-Marlaska. Member of a presumed progressive government.

Also, a presumed progressive newspaper like El País, wondered in 2006 - Unai's case had happened 5 years before - if there was torture in Euskadi or was ETA-supporting propaganda.

ONU and the Committe for the Prevention of Torture have expressed in several occasions their concern regarding torture in EH and the total lack of investigation by the Spanish justice system.

There are tens of people in prison due to what they said while being tortured.

Unai, just like many other torture survivors, is still fighting, court after court.

[ghostlyloversworld]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙤 𝙭 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

✒- 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙇𝙚𝙜𝙤 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 ' 𝘽𝙪𝙨𝙮' 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝙎𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚> 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝘼/𝙣↪️ 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝙎𝙤 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.

𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜- 𝙀𝙡 𝙟𝙚𝙁𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙩 𝙁𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙯𝙖 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙙𝙖!

7:30, ha sonado la alarma Yo con ganas de estar en la cama Pero no se puede Llevo a los niño' a las nueve El mismo café, la misma cocina Lo mismo de siempre, la misma rutina Otro día de mierda Otro día en la oficina.

(7:30 the alarm has sounded I want to be in the bed but you can't I take the kids at 9 the same coffee, the same kitchen the same always, the same routine another shitty day, another day at the office)

She sighs as she was ready to give up she had asked Annabeth for help but she had let her down gently by saying ' Sorry.. I promised Mr d I'd help him today'. So she asked Grover and he had told her ' Sorry.. I told Juniper I would hang out with her today.. I haven't been able to hang out with my girlfriend since I was trying to find Pan to prove I was right..'

She drags her feet she stopped to ask Percy " hey can you help me.. Uh build um.. A Lego flower set?... " Percy who was helping a little kid practice with a sword " oh! Hi!.. Um.. After I'm done helping this kid " he smiles sheepish. Which would take up to hours before he finished she sighs and nodded "alright "

She kept walking looking down. It was like no one had time to do something so small with her. Until she heard behind her " what's got you so down? " she turned around to be face to face with the boy who's barely there at camp who people know him as the loner boy with only a few friends she sighs " it's nothing " he rolls his eyes " It's Something if it's bothering you that bad" Nico shoved his hands into his pockets

Tengo un jefe de mierda que no me paga bien Yo llego caminando y él en Mercedes-Benz Me tiene de recluta El muy hijo de puta, yeah.

( I have a shitty boss who doesn't pay me well, I arrive walking and he Mercedes Benz, he has me. As a recruit, The son of a bitch, yeah)

Estás soñando con irte del barrio Tienes todo pa' ser millonario Gustos caros, la mentalidad Solo te falta el salario.

( You are dreaming of leaving the neighborhood, you have to be a millionaire, expensive tastes, mentality, you only need the salary)

Nico grabbed the little clear shell like Lego snapping it on the other Lego he was careful as he does so ".. " a for minutes go by ".. So uh.. How is.. Yours and uh.. What's his name?.. " "who? " she asked

" the boy who.. Controls water.. Uh.. The son of p-" " Percy? " she cuts Nico off and he nodded causing his Raven hair covers his eyes " yes "

"Ohh.. We aren't dating" she laughs Nico looks shocked at this news " oh?.. But every Aphrodite kid thinks you two are perfect for each other "

She snorted " a boy who controls water and a girl who can manipulate and create flowers " she laughs ".. I don't see it to be honest" Nico said She shrugged " eh I don't either "

Se acumulan las facturas, ser pobre es una basura Mamá siempre me decía que estudiar todo asegura Estudié y nada pasó, maldita vida tan dura Trabajo más que un cabrón, pero follo menos que un cura Qué ironía, qué locura, esto sí, es una tortura Te matas de sol a sol y no tienes ni una escritura Dicen por ahí que no hay mal que más de cien años dura Pero ahí sigue mi ex-suegro que no pisa sepultura.

Tengo un jefe de mierda que no me paga bien Yo llego caminando y él en Mercedes-Benz Me tiene de recluta (te tienen de recluta) El muy hijo de puta (el muy hijo de puta)

( Bills accumulate being poor is rubbish mom always told me that studying everything ensures I studied and nothing happened damm hard life, I work harder than a bastard but I fuck less than a priest, how ironic, how crazy this is torture you kill yourself from dawn to dusk and no you don't even have a writing they say there is no evil that last more than a hundred years but my ex-father-in-law is still there that does not step on a grave)

She sighs after two hours they finally finished the cute Lego flowers sat on the coffee table in the cabin her hands hurting so is his " this is worth the pain " she said with a stupid grin being held proudly on her face making the Raven hair boy laugh his first actual laugh

Tengo un jefe de mierda que no me paga bien Yo llego caminando y él en Mercedes-Benz Me tiene de recluta (te tienen de recluta) El muy hijo de puta (el muy hijo de puta).

( I have a shitty boss who doesn't it pay me well, I arrive walking and he in Mercedes-Benz he has me as a recruit (he has me as a recruit ) the very son of a bitch (the very son of a bitch) )

Estás soñando con irte del barrio Tienes todo pa' ser millonario Gustos caros, la mentalidad Solo te falta el salario.

( You are dreaming of leaving neighborhood, you have everything to be a millionaire Expensive tastes, mentality you only need the salary)

She held her hand up for a high five and he laughs before giving her a week high five " you could do better then that " she teased he rolls his eyes and gave her another high five this time a little more stronger she grins " yeah "

Tienes un jefe de mierda que no te paga bien Tú llegas caminando y él en Mercedes-Benz Te tiene de recluta el muy hijo de p- 'Toy soñando con irme del barrio Tengo todo pa' ser millonario Gustos caros, la mentalidad Solo me falta el salario Lili Melgar Para ti esta canción, que no te pagaron la indemnización Otro pedo, como siempre, a la ve-

( you have a shitty boss who doesn't pay you well, you arrive walking and he in Mercedes-Benz, he has me as a recruit the very son of a p-)

As they laugh the door to the Demeter's cabin open and Percy looks at the two " oh??. " he ran his hand through his Raven hair that was wet both Nico and her look at each other before laughing she asked Percy " did you fall into the pond or something " he grins " no.. I slipped and fall in the water " they all laugh together

Estás soñando con irte del barrio Tienes todo pa' ser millonario Gustos caros, la mentalidad Solo me falta el salario.

( toy dreaming of leaving neighborhood, I have everything to be a millionaire Expensive tastes, Mentality I only need the salary)

[sisqueenin]

PEDRI- La Tortura

Pairing : Pedri x black!ofc

Themes: Crush, one-sided love and jealousy.

Warnings: Grammatical Errors. This is my first fanfiction that i am publishing and my english is not perfect . I don`t own any of the FC Barcelona Players and their friends.

Why does he have to be attracted?

Why does he have to be so attracted and appealed to by her?

Those questions that are placed on the midfielders are really putting over the edge. Sitting on his teammate`s sofa,  Pedri is trying to keep his composure and is really trying to not stare at the girl that’s in front of him.

He is actually at Alejandro Baldes's house celebrating the defender's birthday along with Gavi and his girlfriend Ana, Ansu, Baldes's brother, and three other people who are the teammate's close friends outside of football.

There was one person in that friend group that caught Pedri`s attention in particular. Eniola Kamara. Because the women is outnumbered by the men in this get-together, Eniola, Ana and another girl he doesn’t know are standing in the corner talking and laughing amongst themselves. The boys prefer to chill on the sofa and play FIFA.

While waiting for his turn to play on the PlayStation since there are only two controllers, Pedri is trying to keep himself busy by talking with Gavi. Well, it`s his friend who is talking while he`s pretending to be listening. His eyes can`t stop gazing attentively and appreciatively at Miss Kamara, because her loud but pleasant giggling is being heard all through the living room. She and the girls are currently dancing to a Tyla song and while the two other ladies seem embarrassed to dance when there are a lot of dudes watching, Eniola doesn’t care. With confidence and gracefulness, the young woman shakes her hips to the Ampiano rhythm and does the famous singer`s signature dance moves perfectly. Pedri watches affectionately how the African girl moves and how joyful she looks. Her radiant smile and laughter show how she`s having a great time. Also, Eniola`s beauty was different from any woman Pedri had ever fancied. He`s dazzled by how her skin is glowing and finds her kinky hair very charming.  The Canarian needs to stop starring though, seeing as his Barcelona college is looking around and searching what`s making him so distracted.

“ You okay bro? ‘’ Gavi asks  Pedri cause he finally noticed that the 21-year-old man wasn’t really paying attention to his stories.

‘’ Yeah, I’m fine’’ Pedri answers, sighing loudly. He puts his head on the sofa and spreads his legs a little bit while running his hand through his hair. ‘’ I`m just tired’’.

Gavi nods his head in agreement. This week has been challenging and the team worked really hard beating three big teams in a row; FC Sevilla, Bayern Munich, and Real Madrid. Their big wins were proof that the club is getting stronger and the disaster of last season is behind them.

Suddenly, nearly all of the boys decide to stand up and they march to the dancefloor. Pablo Gavi follows them so he can be next to his significant other. Pedri watches Alejandro who goes to Eniola and the Spaniard almost shows a grudge . He doesn’t deny his attraction towards the curly-haired one and it really wrecks him that that these two have something going on. The first time Pedri ever met Eniola, he saw her at the Lluis Companys Stadium after a match. She was sitting next to Ale in the stadium's chairs and they were immersed in their conversation, away from the rest of the crowd. Even though her face immediately put an interest to the 21-year-old man, he knew better than to not let the entrancement grow, as it was wrong to feel something for a teammate's companion.

However, Pedri can`t help but think that these two might not be together. It could be possible. When she walked into the room, Alejandro introduced her to the Barca Players who didn`t know her as her friend. She also didn`t seem offended much as most girls would if their boyfriend's friend zoned them in front of his homeboys. Furthermore, seeing how Alejandro can`t stop making fun of her outfit and make-up shows they might have brother-sister type of relationship. No boyfriend would ever make of fun his girlfriend in public right? Even if the girl is cracking up and throws insults back at him. For him, they have a very sibling dynamic going on.  

Aaargh! Those are just minor alternatives that his whole being is seeking to be completely true. He of course wishes to be in Alejandro`s place. To be the one to make her laugh and be near with. The Canarian can push some narratives all he wants, but it doesn’t deny the fact that Balde has more chance of being with her, and while he may try to converse with her and let her get to know him better than the serious and reserved Pedri she only sees, he fears that the girl will never feel for him the way he does for her.

 It seems like he just has to keep his deep attachment to himself and suffer in silence.

[leftistfeminista]

Former Iran 3037 Torture Center: The persistence of memory, the resistance of the scar

It is a tremendously important step that, after many years, the survivors of the former Iran 3037 Torture Center - wrongly known as Venda Sexy - take possession of the facility located in the commune of Macul.

By Camila Donato , councilor of Macul . Comunista y Feminista

History should not be forgotten just because it is horrible. On the contrary, memory is a fundamental guarantee that that horror - whatever it may be - does not happen again. It seems obvious, but experience has taught us that in Chile nothing should be taken for granted, even more so when it involves systematic violations of human rights.

This is why it is a tremendously important step that, after many years, the survivors of the former Iran 3037 Torture Center - wrongly known as Venda Sexy - take possession of the facility located in the commune of Macul.

The pain that is enclosed within those walls, the misery of the torturers, the dignity of the victims must permanently remind the community, the neighbors, the entire country, that Chile was subjected for 17 years to a bloody tyranny that did not forgive those who dared to question and confront it. And that tyranny was not only embodied in La Moneda, but also in different neighborhoods of the country, there, in the house next door, one block to the east, in the big house behind. There, where one also lives, there could have been an extermination center, a place of hatred, a human carnage: another headquarters of the dictatorship. The commune of Macul was no exception.

And it turns out that in that beautiful and spacious house, flanked by a huge square, sexual violence was an everyday occurrence. The eyes of those who were tortured there were blindfolded by the iron hands of the executioners. Unable to look, the captives were subjected to brutal humiliation, the captives were abused and raped by humans… and a dog.

Yes. It sounds incredible, of an ineffable but true evil. That dog was called Volodia, and his owner Ingrid Olderöck. Ingrid, a Carabinieri officer and descendant of Nazis, died with impunity in 2001. It is precisely for things like these that memory is so urgent.

Decades after these horrendous crimes, we cannot allow them to happen again. I insist: it sounds like common sense, but reality slaps us hard in the face. Today, the extreme right has advanced in an alarming way, and the concern is not exaggerated, since they do not shrink from defending the crimes of the civil-military dictatorship, and they do not even deny that they would be willing to do the same if their privileges were threatened.

That is why we are in decisive moments, that is why the recovery of Iran 3037 is a necessary step to crystallize the lessons of history, and why the extreme right - led by the Republican Party - does not turn Chile into a long and narrow concentration camp again.

The struggle that the victims of Iran 3037 have waged does not end with them, on the contrary, it begins with them so that no one else has to go through the same thing, so that our daughters can think freely without the threat of being abused, tortured and raped for that reason. It is hard, yes, but the terrible thing is that it was real, it happened in the middle of the 20th century in the commune of Macul.

Now the mansion that was one of the settings chosen by the DINA to direct the tragedy to the Chilean people changes its stage and curtain; the one who was the director of the play lies in the darkest depths of history and those who were once in captivity are freed. Today the cast shows their wounds in the form of scars, the house itself is a large scar that breaks the homogeneous skin of the city.

Let us not stop caring for the scars of history, as the poet Piedad Bonnett writes, they are “the way that time finds to ensure that we never forget the wounds.”

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Brazil: Lula bans official commemorations of the 60th anniversary of the coup d'état

The organizations that work to preserve the memory of the crimes of the military dictatorship are outraged by the former opponent's decision, which is also causing a stir within Lula's political party.

"Lamentable and dangerous!" A dejected Joana D'arc Fernandes Ferraz didn't mince her words when it came to describing Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva's attitude. Ferraz, a sociologist and left-wing activist, is a member of the organization Tortura Nunca Mais ("Torture never again"), which fights to preserve the memory of the crimes committed by Brazil's military dictatorship (1964-1985). But the president's recent statements on the subject have disgusted her. "How can he say such a thing when Brazil is going through such a critical period?" she asked.

Her anger stems from Lula's decision to ban any official commemoration of the coup d'état that took place 60 years ago, on March 31 and April 1, 1964. The head of state has forbidden members of his government to speak publicly on the subject, even when it comes to the victims of the dictatorship. However, the human rights minister, Silvio Almeida, had planned an awareness-raising campaign on the subject, entitled "Without memory, there is no future." It has been shelved.

"I'm not going to continually rehash [the past]," Lula said firmly on February 27 in an interview with the RedeTV! channel. He said he was "more concerned about the January 2023 putsch," which saw thousands of far-right militants ransack Brasilia's institutions, "than about the one in 1964." The latter "is part of history, it has already caused the suffering it caused. The people have already won the right to democratize this country," he concluded.

Lula has not stopped at banning official ceremonies. He has also abandoned the idea of a museum of memory and human rights, focusing on the dictatorship. Furthermore, he has not reinstated the Special Commission on Political Deaths and Disappearances, abolished by his predecessor Jair Bolsonaro, a former captain nostalgic for the dictatorship who had no qualms about celebrating the 1964 putsch. Yet this measure was one of the left-wing president's campaign promises.

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[deskgoblin]

Munch Miguel (1)

Became inspired by another user and decided to make my own spinoff version. Munch Miguel and Dominate Reader!~

NSFW Warnings: Dominitrix, oral stimulation, rude name calling, forced.

You perched upon the stool of an empty laboratory with your recent munch boy at your feet, licking up your inner thigh begging for a taste of the slick pending down your core. His half lidded eyes only tempting further down closed as your slender fingers interlace in his hair with a rough force against your leg. “So desperate today, go back down and up until your zipper pops open.” Miguel whimpers as you push him back down your leg only to start again, tempting his senses with your scent and your warmth on his tongue. His lips shaking as he kisses down your calf and lifts up your foot to his shoulder, peaking at the reward to be had at the end of this session. “Mi amor, please.. me torturas así~”. A smirk breaks out on your face as the heel of your shoe digs into his shoulder, forcing a whimper out of his reddened lips. “Patience is key, and you won’t be getting a treat if you’re so eager..” Miguel places your leg softly down onto the floor and looks up at you with winced eyes. “My calculus worksheet will be done tonight, munch.” “Yes, of course.” Your voice dropped to a seductive whisper with a tinge of frustration after checking the clock on the wall. “Don’t have much time..” You stand up from the stool and press the fatty flesh of your backside against it to prop yourself up as Miguel rises to his knees. He looks for permission in your shark-like eyes before you push the back of his head up to meet your bundle of nerves cohesively. His tongue immediately outstretches and his expression softens into bliss as his taste buds reverberate in excitement from your juices. His thumbs seem to find the plush parts of your thighs and he imprints into your skin just to sink in further, deepening his journey from lips to lips. “No, no~” His eagerness sends a shudder down your back but the power still remains in the ribbons of hair entangled in your fingers. You pull him back to roll his head backward, his neck fully exposed. Your breath grazes his sensitive spots as you bite down on his throat, a soft groan escaping his lips and the fabric around his waist tightens with ferocity that makes his dick pulsate with pain and pleasure. You let go of him roughly before abruptly standing from the stool completely and pulling down your skirt back into order. “Don’t disappoint with the upcoming assignments, dear~” As you leave the room, Miguel collapses to all fours panting heavily before quickly unzipping and pulling apart his pants. The release of pressure alone had ribbons of white excerpt from his body, pushing him to begin panting and trembling while whispering your name like a chant. His hips don’t stop slighting bucking as he rides out his orgasm, fogging his glasses and spattering the floor mixed with sweat, saliva, and his dedicated energy spilled on the floor. Your red bottom heels click on the floor as you enter your next class, not a single continued thought about the desperate man you edged.

[angelofverdum]

Shakira - El Jefe

My thoughts after listening to the song 100 times:

1. It shouldn't have been a feat. She needs to stop doing collabs (Unless is Beyoncé ofc). Ozuna, Rauw Alejandro, Manuel Turizo, BEP.

2. Shak should have made the song hers. Use her sound like she did with La tortura, te aviso te anuncio, addicted to You, etc.

3. The first time I heard Shakira saying a bad word in a song.

4. The song is not that good, but it's catchy. Shakira's verse is good.

5. I wish she'd create an album with a clear concept. After she wolf, it feels like she is releasing a bunch of songs without connection. You know that Beyoncé video where she is saying "People don't make albums anymore". She was right.

6. She looks beautiful.

7. She can sing in any genre, and that's why I love her because she is not afraid to explore. I just wish She would stop worrying about numbers and trends so much.

8. The video wasn't directed by Jaume de Laiguana. Thank God for that.

9. Shakira should go to the studio, lock herself up in there, bare her heart and soul and put that into songs.

10. Shakira's voice and lyrics in Spanish are superior.

[jc-jeicy-top]

🕸 Introducing ARACNIKILLER (my most broken arachnid OC), He is a murderer who seeks revenge after losing his Aunt May when she saw her being tortured and raped in front of his eyes, along with his Uncle Ben who died with her in a fire caused by the "Elf Mafia." Patrick will not stop until he finishes off that mafia and its contributors, and until he himself finishes off the head of the organization that ended his quiet and peaceful life.

🕷His powers come from the classic spider bite, this one was bitten by a Nephila inaurata/golden silk spider, which was genetically modified by the mafia's clandestine scientists; They put it together with a Japanese spider to end the lives of those it bit, but when Patrick was bitten the spider ended up drying up when injected with its venom, stopping the boy's heart, but he started beating again when he smelled an unusual smoke, his best friend. who was passing by managed to rescue him since Patrick was too weak to move. Patrick took refuge in his friend Martin's house to save him to launch his revenge, discovering his powers in the process.

🕸Their saliva is poisonous, which led to a device being devised where a certain amount of it was integrated so that when shooting their cobwebs or creating their weapons, they would be impregnated with the poison and with just one touch they could poison the victim, the poison takes time. It takes 5 minutes to take effect and has a cure that can be easily created, but if it is not injected into the victim within that time, the subject will die.

🕷His best friend and the one who rescued him from the fire is called Martín James and he is a systems engineer. He was also the one who took care of him and helped him when he was injured by the torture that the "elf mafia" did to them. He gives him information and tells him from his room where the objectives will be and where he must go, being the "friend of the chair" who assists him so that he is not alone and can continue taking care of him.

🕸lots of text, forgive me xd, I still hope you like it^^ and maybe I'll keep posting a little more of my spider-man. universe 250303😎🕸

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🕸 Presentando a ARACNIKILLER (mi OC aracnido más roto), Es un asecino que busca venganza al perder a su tía May al verla ser torturada y violada frente a sus ojos ,junto a su tío ben que falleció con ella en un incendio provocado por la "Mafia del duende". Patrick no se detendrá hasta acabada con esa mafia y sus contribuyentes , y hasta él mismo acabar con la cabeza de la organizacion que termino con su tranquila y pacífica vida.

🕷Sus poderes vienen de la clásica mordida de araña , a este lo mordió una Nephila inaurata/ araña de seda dorada , la cual fue modificada genéticamente por los científicos clandestinos de la mafia ; la juntarin con una araña japonesa para acabar con la vida de quienes mordiera , pero al Patrick ser mordido la araña se termino secando al inyectarle su veneno ,deteniendo el corazón del chico , pero este volvió a latir al oler un humo inusual , su mejor amigo que por alli pasaba logro rescatarlo ya que patrick estaba muy debil para moverse . patrick se resguardó en la casa de su amigo martin al este salvarlo para poner en marcha su venganza descubriendo sus poderes en el proceso.

🕸Su saliva es venenosa lo que hizo que se ideara un dispositivo donde integraba cierta cantidad de ella para que así al disparar sus telarañas o crear sus armas estas estuvieran impregnadas con el veneno y a tan solo un roce poder envenenar a la víctima, el veneno tarda 5 minutos en hacer efecto y tiene una cura que la pueden crear facilmente pero si no se le es inyectada a la victima en entre ese tiempo ,el sujeto fallecera.

🕷Su mejor amigo y el que lo rescató del incendio se llama Martín james y es un ingeniero en sistemas tambien fue quien lo cuidó y ayudó al estar herido por la tortura que les hizo la "mafia del duende" este le da informacion y le indica desde su cuarto donde estarán los objetivos y a donde debe ir siendo el "amigo de la silla" que lo asiste para que no esté solo y poder seguir cuidandolo.

🕸mucho texto , perdóneme xd ,igual espero que les guste^^ y tal vez siga suviendo un poco más de mi hombre araña. universo 250303😎🕸

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[liarist]

“El hombre sano no tortura a otros, por lo general es el torturado el que se convierte en torturador. Eso dijo Carl Gustav Jung” respondí “Yo trabajo para detener a aquellos torturadores y para evitar que otros nazcan”

“The healthy man does not torture others; it is usually the tortured who becomes the torturer. That's what Carl Gustav Jung said,” I replied. “I work to stop those torturers and prevent others from being born.”

Fanfic: Walls

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[myslodsiewniav]

Niech ten styczeń się już skończy.

xD

Mój chłop pojechał realizować swoją pasję z kuzynem. Na weekend, na 3 dni, ale właściwie dwie doby, od piątku rano go nie widziałam. 

Dziś zamarł nam kontakt około 12 - po jego stronie. Cztery godziny później zadzwonił zastając mnie podczas obiadu z przyjaciółką. Wyjaśnił, że nie dawał znać, bo trochę się u niego działo. Włamano im się do samochodu. Ukradziono jego zimową kurtkę sportową, dokumenty i plecak kuzyna wraz z zawartością.

Od 14 teren bada policja, potem specjaliści z CSI Miami xD zabezpieczali ślady na miejscu przestępstwa (cytuję “To na prawdę wygląda jak na filmach” xD), a potem do 19:30 chłopaki siedzieli na komisariacie składając dokładne zeznania.

Super.

U mnie natomiast miły, ale wyczerpujący dzień. Dobre jedzoko +f ajnie spotkanie + dużo rozmów + wypad na wystawę w muzeum + wypad na ciuchland (wróciłam z marynarką 100% wełny i fajnym wełnianym crop-topem z merino i wełny yaka, oraz z kombinezonem z reserved z zeszłego sezonu, którego zabrakło w moim rozmiarze podczas, gdy się już na zakup zdecydowałam). Wyczerpana jestem, bo dostałam miesiączkę na pełnej - przeciekałam, bolało, czułam się nabrzmiała i ogólnie słaba.  

Było gorzej po prostu. Trudny dzień na uważność na dialog z przyjaciółką i bycie aktywnym słuchaczem, na pałanie entuzjazmem z którym tak naprawdę jechałam na to spotkanie. 

Nie mam wciąż dowodu osobistego, więc nie mogłam pojechać i wrócić tanim połączeniem, którym planowałam jechać w dzisiejszą podróż.  W dodatku bilety powrotne były wyprzedane - ale tak zupełnie. Przy próbie zakupu w sieci wywalało mi jakiś błąd, w automatach też, a przy okienku okazało się, że mogę kupić bilety wyłącznie stojące, korytarzowe xD i to wyłącznie takie na stanie w 1 klasie. Za 70zł. I zapłaciłam te 70zł, bo nie miałam jak inaczej do domu wrócić. Chory kraj! 

Anyway - konduktor mnie zaprosił do stania w 1 klasie, bo na 1 klasę mam bilet. Musiałam przejść przejść pół pociągu, bo okazało się, że wagon 1 klasy jest na końcu, ale nawet nie zauważyłam, że jestem w 1 klasie, bo ludu wciąż było masę. Doszłam do końca pociągu i szukałam oznaczeń wagonu. Nie było. Więc zapytałam gościa, który tam koczował “czy to wagon pierwszej klasy?”, a on ze śmiechem - takim z absurdalności tej sytuacji - wyznał, że owszem.

Stanęłam więc sobie w korytarzu między wózkami i walizkami nie mieszczącymi się podróżnym w przedziałach i czytałam książkę. Tamten Pan z końca też wszedł z końcówki pociągu na korytarz i sobie co jakiś czas komentowaliśmy: opóżnienie, panikę ludków, tego chłopca, który przecisnął się obok nas wraz ze swoim tatem stojąc w kolejce do kibla, a który grał non stop na flecie prosty “jedzie pociąg z daleka!” xD co brzmiało jak upiorność, jak chińca tortura: kropla drążąca skałę. Do tego z najbliższego przedziału łypała na mnie Pani. Było dziwnie. Pod jej spojrzeniem czułam ocenę, ale też trudno było przeoczyć, że patrzy na mnie z zainteresowaniem. Obcinała mnie takim spojrzeniem, które kojarzę z zainteresowanymi moją drogą mężczyznami. Było to dziwne. Potem wyszła z przedziału i stała obok mnie, próbowała mi się patrzeć w ekran telefonu. To było bardzo niekomfortowe. Gdy zmieniłam miejsce w korytarzu próbując się po prostu od tej kobiety oddalić - przesunęła się za mną. Bardzo rozpaczliwie próbowała zwrócić na siebie moją uwagę. Cały czas próbowała nawiązać rozmowę. Jakby domagała się uwagi. 

W rezultacie nie odezwałam się do niej, ale dziwne uczucie - jakby mnie podrywała osoba orientacji w stronę homo lub bi. To było zaskakujące dla mnie. I krypne zarazem. Bardzo niekomfortowe. Chciałam, aby ta kobieta się odczepiła, więc przez trwającą dłuższą chwilę jej stania obok mnie, albo wszelkich westchnień, machania szyby, poprawiania włósów swojego odbicia w lustrze i mimowolnych prób odczytania mi przez ramię o czym piszę do swojego chłopaka (!!) - ignorowałam ją ostentacyjnie i to chyba dało rezultat.

A kiedy przemieszczałam się już na swojej stacji do wyjścia z wagonu Pan od heheszków nad absurdem sytuacji zapewnianej mi i jemu przez bilet na stojące miejsce w zatłoczonej 1 klasie - wręczył mi karteczkę i rzucił “do zobaczenia”. Wszytsko działo się bardzo szybko. Wysiadając obczaiłam co było na karteczce - jego (chyba) numer telefonu. 

Co za dziwny dzień! 

Karteczkę wyrzuciłam. Ale ciągle mimo to zaskakuję, że pomimo worów pod oczami i okresowej opuchlizny całego ciała, ogólnie złego samopoczucia i życia w bólu - dwie osoby się ze mną zainteresowały.... 

[falsafangirly]

I was listening to old Shakira songs while cooking this morning and I can't stop thinking about a break up scenario where idol!Vash is singing a cover of La Tortura directed at CEO!Nai

No solo de pan vive el hombre Y no de excusas vivo yo (Man cannot live on bread alone And I cannot live off of excuses)

Mejor te guardas todo eso A otro perro con ese hueso Y nos decimos adiós (It's best if you save all that Throw that bone to another dog And we'll say goodbye)

Yo... yo no voy

A llorar hoy por ti

(But I'm not going to cry for you today)

[blueskipper-photography]

Stop Torturas ©blueskipper

[lukezar]

Jason Todd What if [fic] After his Dead

Listen when you read! (Recomiendo escucharla mientras lees esto) Pd: Más abajo está la historia en español, poner de fondo la música, fue de ella que me inspire para escribir esto, junto con su animatic!)

I open my eyes and get up slowly as I feel my legs shake, I try to remember everything, and my head just starts to ache to be followed by several quick memories. I remember how the joker captured me, how he tortured me to the point of wishing for my death and telling him everything that stupid clown wanted to know…. Yes, I remember every damn torture, every anguish, and every part of me wanting Bruce to show up and save me from that madman. So long feeling tormented that I felt it for an eternity while I was tied to that chair.

I stop wandering in those memories for a while to focus on my present, and that's where I realize that I see a woman in front of me, I don't give myself time to recognize who she is, so I start to run, where I pass a large door that seems to lead out outside and that's where I see Batman; Despite all the confusion in my brain and ignoring my surroundings I start running towards him with a stupid smile and hopeful eyes until I reach him and I pounce. Without realizing it, tears come to my eyes, and as soon as I come into contact with the bat I can feel that it is true, I close my eyes tightly as if I wanted to never be separated and even fearing that all this is a lie, clinging even more to he. Then everything turns black again, but with a spark of light, and I feel relaxed when I focus only on that white light. Apparently I fall from Bruce's arms, but before I hit the ground he holds me too.

I didn't know it could be so warm to be next to him and I wonder how much longer I can be like this, I wonder how much longer this tranquility can last for my mind. I decide to stop thinking and enjoy the short time until I find myself waking up in a new place.

WELL, I must admit this is just an old idea, I guess this is not a new thing but I don't find any stories like this so yeah why don't I go in and create my own fic about this? And yes, if you see, my language is not english, so I literally used a translator. I could try the translation by myself, but I'm lazy and didn't want to.

Now about this little writing that I wrote . . . I have planned to turn it into a more concise and complete story, but there is also the option of just continuing it from here, being the starting point already and writing short ideas from different points of view in the batfamily and in this form (more easy) complete the story.

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Jason Todd Que pasaría si [fic] Después de su muerte

Abro mis ojos y me levanto lentamente mientras siento mis piernas temblar, trato de recordar todo, y simplemente me comienza a doler la cabeza para seguido de eso ser llenado por varios recuerdos rápidos. Recuerdo cómo me capturó el guasón, como me torturo hasta el punto de desear mi muerte y decirle todo lo que quisiera saber aquel estúpido payaso…. Si, recuerdo cada maldita tortura, cada angustia, y cada parte de mi queriendo que Bruce apareciera y me salvara de aquel desquiciado. Tanto tiempo sintiéndome atormentado que lo sentí una eternidad mientras estaba amarrado a esa silla.

Dejo de divagar en aquellos recuerdos por un rato para fijarme en mi presente, y es ahí donde me percato que delante mío veo a una mujer, no me doy tiempo para reconocer quien es pues comienzo a correr, donde paso una gran puerta que pareciera sacar al exterior y es ahí donde veo a Batman; a pesar de toda la confusión en mi cerebro e ignorando mi entorno empiezo a correr hacia el con una sonrisa estúpida y con ojos esperanzadores hasta llegar con el y me abalanzo. Sin darme cuenta se me asoman lagrimas por mis ojos, y tan pronto que entro en contacto con el murciélago puedo sentir que es verdad, cierro los ojos con fuerza como si buscara nunca separarme y aun temiendo que todo esto sea mentira, aferrándome aún más a él. Luego todo se torna de nuevo negro, pero con una chispa de luz, y siento relajarme cuando me fijo solo en aquella luz blanca. Al parecer caigo de los brazos de Bruce, pero el antes de que toque el suelo me sujeta también.

No sabía que podía ser tan cálido estar a su lado y me pregunto cuanta más poder estar así, me pregunto cuanto más podrá durar esta tranquilidad para mi mente. Decido dejar de pensar y disfrutar el corto tiempo hasta que me encuentro despertando en un nuevo lugar.

BUENO, debo admitir que esto es solo una vieja idea, supongo que esto no es algo nuevo, pero no encuentro ninguna historia como esta, así que sí, ¿por qué no entro y creo mi propio fic sobre esto? Y sí, si ven, mi idioma no es el inglés, así que literalmente usé un traductor. Podría intentar la traducción por mí mismo, pero soy alguien un pco floj@ y no quería hacerlo.

Ahora sobre este pequeño escrito que escribí. . . He planeado convertirlo en una historia más concisa y completa (juntarlo todo en una), pero también existe la opción de simplemente de continuar desde aquí, siendo el punto de partida ya y escribiendo ideas cortas desde diferentes puntos de vista en la batfamily, y de esta forma (más fácil) completar la historia.