#abrazare

[varanusniloticus]

I need some help identifying the book where these came from. The illustrations are pretty sweet! EDIT: it's "The Martial Arts of Medieval Europe by Ryuta Osada" 中世ヨーロッパの武術 (by 長田 龍太) https://www.amazon.co.jp/-/en/%E9%95%B7%E7%94%B0-%E9%BE%8D%E5%A4%AA/e/B08JVK5R9W/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1

[desorden-en-letras]

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[ya-no-la-quiero]

"Al fin lo entendí". / Camilo Villanueva

[serendipia03]

Y cuando no sepas que me sucede, solo abrázame fuerte.

[mewsshiny]

Necesito un abrazo de esos en donde cerramos nuestros ojos y nos dejamos columpiar sobre nuestros pies mientras los brazos se enredan en nuestros cuerpos con las palmas de las manos abiertas de par en par en nuestras espaldas, como palpando algo de mucho cuidado y valor.

No un abrazo cualquiera, sino un abrazo con amor, uno sincero.

[viejospellejos]

Pensó que Topuria lo iba a abrazar:

Enviado por: Carmen

[oh-phoenixx]

"Albus Dumbledore" (this one got away from me a little bit and isn't massively alligned with the prompt) - @into-the-jeggyverse - 897 words

@abductedhiko

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Harry wrote home to James one day in his sixth year, saying that he and Dumbledore had attempted to find one of Voldemort’s Horcruxes, but that he’d discovered it was a fake. He wrote as well of Dumbledore’s death at Snape’s hand. It didn’t even occur to James at first, to be angry at Snape, or to grieve the loss of his old headmaster. No, James’s first instinct was the rage that burned in the pit of his stomach, that made his hands shake and drop the letter, that made everything but Dumbledore’s manipulation irrelevant to him. His sixteen-year-old had been dragged along, into a situation where he could have very possibly lost his life. Some very quiet, almost cruel part of James, was glad that Dumbledore had died. 

James had already known that the Horcrux was fake, and yet was not even consulted before his son was put in that position. He had known it was fake, and known every detail of that god-forsaken cave as though he had been there himself. He had known it like a dull ache consuming his body since he was nineteen years old. Since his ex-boyfriend had sent him a letter which he’d very nearly thrown in the fire. But James could never have ignored Regulus, no matter how long it had been since they’d broken up and no matter how much he was disgusted by Regulus’s choices. 

My dear Jamie,

I know that long ago now you will have given up on me. I know that the things I have done, you would consider repulsive. This is no confession of coercion. I had a choice and I made it. That is not to say that I have not regretted it every day since. I chose my family over you, I chose the Dark Lord, and I wish I hadn’t. 

I understand that you will never forgive me for becoming a Death Eater. I do not expect you to. But I couldn’t die knowing you thought me your enemy until the very end. There has not been a day since I took that mark that I have not wished I took your hand instead. My love, if there are alternate universes, I will fight in every single other to be yours, to make up for the cruelty I have chosen in this one. 

I intend to have Kreacher deliver you this letter, only once I have accomplished my goal. If you think to come and save me, I promise you it is not possible. I am making this choice as I made the last. I only hope this one would make you prouder. 

If this goes wrong, as I suspect it will, Kreacher will tell you what I have done when he delivers this. I am sending a letter to you, and only you. Please do not tell Sirius. Let him think I died the spitting image of our parents. It will hurt him less.

I leave no will. I care nothing for my worldly possessions. Just know that I am yours; body, soul, all of it.

Goodbye, James.

R. A. B.

James had read and reread this letter. It didn’t matter that he had memorised it, that he knew every word. He would read it regardless, if only to see Regulus’s handwriting, if only to know that in his last moments he still thought of James. 

And, of course, James had moved on. He loved Lily, loved Harry even more. But his dreams still played like altered memories; James and Regulus curled up, Regulus’s calming voice reading poetry aloud to him; or, James and Regulus stargazing in the Astronomy tower, Regulus naming every star while James was only concerned with looking at him, the only one that ever mattered. James knew these moments had really happened, but in the dreams they were…different. James could see wrinkles on Regulus’ forehead and cheeks, flecks of grey amidst the man’s black hair. In these dreams, Regulus had never taken the mark, he had never felt that he had anything to make up for, he had never tried to play the hero. He had lived, and that would always be enough for James.

James thought of Regulus every single day. He yearned for this dream-Regulus, this soft and older version of the boy he had loved and continued to love. And he felt guilty every day, too, for wanting this when he already had a perfect family. Why could he not feel entirely content with that?

When Harry came home that summer, looking more broken and exhausted than ever before, James sat him down and told him of who R. A. B. really was. Lily, though she looked conflicted, rubbed his back comfortingly as he spoke. 

“You…You knew that the real Horcrux was gone?” Was the first thing that Harry asked. 

“Not just gone, Harry,” James said softly. “Destroyed. Regulus…Regulus destroyed it before he died.”

James hid his bitterness, hid his anger towards Dumbledore. He was dead now, and there was nothing James could do about it anymore. Which of the two dead men ‘he’ was, James was unsure. 

Neither James or Harry ended the conversation feeling any lighter. If anything, James’s grief and wrath seemed to crowd the room as he spoke of them. James was happy about this, in some twisted way. All around them was where Regulus deserved to be.

[de-letras-somos]

Abrazo: un encastre humano que tiene el poder de (re)construir.

Emilia R.B

[solo-alguien-pensativo]

Me gustan tus abrazos.

[irontragedyreview]

Algunos dicen que algunos de estos arrepentidos son fake y dios espero que lo sean, porque no podes votar a este tipo siendo ambientalista, no podes ser tan pelotud@, sus votantes no pueden tener tan manifiestas deficiencias cognitivas. Por favor Dios, el pais esta en manos de un hdp gracias a un montón de soretes sin neuronas.

[ignorvnte]

Adoro los domingos que parecen descolgarse del tiempo y sentir que algo interno se renueva para bien.

[noxes-de-ciudad]

Si me ves ordenando mi pieza y limpiando minuciosamente la casa, estoy en mi punto mas bajo, en la zona de quiebre. Cuando me veas así, por favor abrázame.

[aricastmblr]

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jm a jk te abrazare fuertemente para que no pases frió al dormir

[chrismrqz]

Cómo quisiera estar cerquita de tu pecho para escuchar tu corazón latir.

- Christian Mrqz

[lapazdelmar]

Hay veces que he pensado en no amarte para que duela menos, como se ama un amanecer o una noche de luna, pero no puedo dejar de hacerlo.

Un día llegaste tú sin querer para que yo cambiase todos los verbos, y ya no sé si abrazar es tocar o mirarte es romperme… no lo sé.

Un beso con amor

[yoestuveaquiunavezfrases21]

1667- UN DÍA ME IRÉ DE AQUÍ. Un día me iré de aquí, y entonces dejaré de abrazar a los que amo y también dejaré de pelearme con lo que no amo tanto. Un día ya no volveré a probar café, ni beber vino, ni comer mis comidas favoritas, dejaré de contemplar mis atardeceres y dejaré también de escribir mis reflexiones. Dejaré de cantar las canciones que amo, las que, aunque desafinada, canto con el alma. Un día será la última vez que vea esa película que tanto amo. Que lea esos libros que nutrieron profundamente mi alma; y dejaré de existir en este cuerpo. Simplemente todo un día habrá terminado y eso estará bien, pues el simple hecho de, en esta encarnación, haber saboreado la vida, haber despertado mi conciencia, habrá sido suficiente. Un día que desconozco, pero ya existe, este viaje habrá terminado y poco habrán importado mis creencias, mis miedos, mis errores, pero mucho habrán valido mis abrazos, mis caricias, mi amor. Esta vida me ha dado más de lo que pude haber imaginado y eso es más que suficiente para vivir agradecida lo que me resta de vida. Esta vida me ha dado lo más preciado, la oportunidad de amar y saberme amada. Gracias vida, por mi vida y por la vida en esta tierra.