#agallas

[ruthimages]

[justliving-ok]

Aún no tengo las agallas para borrar tu recuerdo.

[nazarethconth]

[frasesenespa-ol]

No podía creer que tuviera las agallas de abandonarte y hacer todo solo. Es una rata, y ese tipo de personas nunca se van si no tienen dónde apoyarse.

Mujeres Audaces (Jennifer Crusie)

[danataikotontekeriak]

[sheila--e]

I find it silly when yanks get so angry over us cuz some dirty Latino had the courage to get angry at the imperial core that destabilizes them. my bad bro I should just be grateful that I got to be GRACED by the freedom squad and now my rent in 200k. lmao.

[tacosdefresa]

qro mamiarla pwro no puedo pq de seguro es menor

[iraixi]

«Nuestro miedo más profundo no es que seamos inadecuados. Nuestro miedo más profundo es que somos inmensamente poderosos.

Es nuestra luz, y no la oscuridad lo que más nos asusta.

Nos preguntamos: ¿Quién soy yo para ser brillante, precioso, lleno de talento?

En realidad, ¿quién eres tú para no serlo?

Eres hijo de Dios. Jugar a ser pequeño no sirve al mundo.

No hay nada iluminador en encogerte para que otras personas cerca de ti no se sientan inseguras.

Nacemos para hacer manifiesta la gloria del Universo que está dentro de nosotros. Esto no está en algunos, sino que está en todos nosotros.

A medida que nos permitimos que nuestra luz se irradie, inconscientemente estamos permitiendo que otras personas hagan lo mismo.

Al liberarnos de nuestro miedo, nuestra sola presencia libera a otros»

Nelson Mandela

[orchidcovs]

El camino no fue muy largo cuando finalmente llegaron a su destino: un antiguo cine muggle. Para Carrow, era una pena ver que el lugar no parecía tener gente en su interior. Mientras más personas pudieran sufrir, mientras más encontraran su final a manos de ella, mejor. Observó a la rubia, que parecía estar experimentando una mezcla de emociones, emociones que Alecto quizás no podía empatizar debido a su falta de conocimiento sobre estas. Asintió con la cabeza ante la pregunta de su compañera y sacó su varita de entre sus bolsillos. La calle también estaba desierta, por lo que no parecía que alguien pudiera notar la presencia de ambas. "Te concedo los honores", alentó Alecto a Travers para que fuera ella quien comenzara el ataque.

Siguió a la muchacha sin decir mucho más, consumida por sus pensamientos. Sabía que no debía hacer esto, que una señorita como ella nunca haría algo igual, pero aún así quería hacerlo. Se sentía emocionada por la idea de poder vengarse de alguna forma, de algo tan propio como su soledad. "¿Aquí?" Susurra una vez observó a la contraria pararse, observando ahora lo que tenían frente a ellas. Lo bueno es que parecía completamente vacío. Scarlett no quería matar a nadie... por ahora.

[themuseofaphrodite]

do you get deja vu? ✧ FC43 / CS55 

summary: you are at a masquerade ball in buenos aires, argentina, and you have garnered the attention of a certain argentinian driver. little does he know that a year ago, you were living a mirror image life with a different spanish driver.

trigger warnings: angst, suggestive content, mentions of alcohol, descriptions of depression, cheating

note: phrases and sentences in the spanish language are utilized throughout; keep a translator accessible

word count: 1.9k

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Buenos Aires, Argentina

Parties were the only thing that quieted the whirlwind in your head. Getting drunk, dressing in fancy attire, pretending to be someone you were not, helped fix your fucked-up mind, even if it was just for a handful of hours. Ever since your break up with Carlos Sainz Jr., you had fallen down a rabbit hole of despair and heartbreak, muting your feelings with Bacchian revelries. Nothing else you did helped – you tried meditating, yoga, spin class, journaling…yet nothing gave you peace like parties did.

You nursed the glass of white wine in your hand, sipping it casually as you perused the ballroom, scanning the crowd for someone worthwhile. Another reason why you enjoyed parties is because it was the best hunting ground for a one-night stand. Most people who went to these festivities were looking to find hook-up partners, which is exactly what you needed. 

Everyone’s face was obscured with masks, and you could tell a lot about someone based off of their disguises. Those who wore fanciful designs were vain and egotistical, those who preferred muted designs were insecure. You needed someone showy but not extravagant – and that’s when you found the perfect mark.

He was already staring at you, his piercing olive eyes honed in on you. His light brown hair sloped in gentle waves over his forehead, his muscular build concealed by a tight-fitting tuxedo. Sun-kissed freckles dotted the lower portion of his face.

He was everything you needed to take your mind off of Carlos. Or so you thought.

“Buenas noches,” you murmured to him when you stood beside him, your head tilted to the side, scouring for details previously missed. He smelled like caramel and sea salt mixed with expensive cologne, and he carried himself like he was a prince. “¿Cómo ha sido tu noche?”

He craned his neck down to look at you, a smirk curling at his top lip. “Mejor ahora que has venido a charlar.”

“Hm,” you hummed under your breath. “Pensaría que un chico lindo como tú tendría las agallas de hablar con una chica.”

“¿Y quién dijo que no?” he inquired, one eyebrow raised.

“My name is Y/N,” you responded, not caring to stay on the same topic of conversation anymore and switching to English, the language you were more fluent in. Carlos had been the one to teach you Spanish so you could understand what his family was saying when you visited them, but you still felt unsure when speaking it. “And yours is?”

He chuckled. “Franco Colapinto.” A soft accent tilted the edges of his vowels, and it sent a spark of electricity racing through your veins. Just like Carlos. You forced yourself to take your mind off of your ex – thinking about him would not do anything. Carlos had someone better, and soon you would too.

Franco’s name sounded vaguely familiar, but you had far too many drinks to remember exactly why. “Ah. You’ve been looking at me all night. Is there something you’d like to tell me?” you  crooned playfully.

“Yes,” he responded, his tone just as mischievous. “And would you like to tell me something as well? Don’t think I haven’t seen you staring at me, hermosa.”

“You first,” you pressed, taking a sip of your white wine.

“I was thinking how surprising it is that una chica impresionante like you would not have a date to such an event,” Franco mused. “Do you have someone?”

You shook your head, swallowing roughly. “No.”

“Then it would be my pleasure to accompany you, querida.” Franco looped his arm through yours, pulling you close to his body. He was warm, toned muscle, and you suppressed a groan at the contact. “¿Te gustaría encontrar un lugar más...privado?”

A private area…just what you needed. You bobbed your head in agreement, and Franco tugged you towards a small alcove, away from the eyes of partygoers. “Tell me why you’re here,” you pushed. “Do you not have a date?”

“No date. I was hoping that I would stumble upon a beautiful girl like you, though,” Franco flirted casually. The way he had with words alerted you to the fact that he honed his charm like a weapon, and it intrigued you. “Gracias a Dios que mis deseos se hicieron realidad.”

“You’re such a smooth talker,” you teased, tugging gently on his mask and causing him to make a disapproving noise at you. “How many girls have you picked up with those same lines?” You appraised him, scanning his stature from head to toe. “Eres un espectador.”

Franco laughed. “Tú también.”

You stepped forward, encasing his shoulders with your arms. Angling your face up, you kissed him deeply on the lips, a moan escaping your lips at the sensation of how soft he was. It was deceiving, the way he looked – strong, hewn stone, but his lips were like a cloud. Franco immediately intensified the kiss, his tongue battling with yours for dominance, his arms snaking down your waist and pulling you flush against him. “Fuck,” you murmured when you broke apart. “Someone knows how to make out.”

Franco grinned and pecked you on your cheek. “I’ll gladly continue, amor. Just give me the word.”

You kissed him again – this time more fervently, like you were trying to etch him into your memory and erase every flashback you had of Carlos.

Madrid, Spain

Carlos Sainz Jr. sucked in a breath as you spun around the room in your lavish pink ballgown. “Fuck, cariña, you look so good.” You beamed back at him. “We have to go to more parties now. You look absolutely stunning.”

“Yeah?” you cocked your head. “Says the sexiest man alive.”

Carlos laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Te amo mucho, Y/N. I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re perfect.”

You scoffed. “If you say so.”

Carlos clucked his tongue, picking you up and setting you down on the edge of the bed. “I know so, amor.”

“Hm.”

He kissed you, making you topple over onto the bed and screech in surprise. “Trust me, cariña, you drive me crazy.” Carlos crawled on top of you, pinning you down and kissing you again passionately. “My fucking ángel sent from the heavens.”

“Except you know I’m anything but an angel,” you retorted, and he quieted you with another kiss. “Carlos, come on, we’re going to be late.” He huffed angrily but extricated himself from you, brushing invisible specks of dust off of his lapel. 

“Do you have your mask, Y/N?”

You nodded, sitting up from where you were lying and pointing at the shiny rose gold masquerade mask that was resting on the vanity table. “That’s mine.”

“OK. Everything else done?” Carlos inquired, and you nodded once more. “Then come here and vamos.”

You were extremely excited to go with Carlos to your first ever masquerade ball. You’d spent weeks agonizing over what color scheme to choose for your dress so that it would match up with your mask, whereas Carlos had selected a simple black-and-white tuxedo with a stormy gray mask. “I want you to stand out, amor. I don’t care what I wear. I want everyone to be looking at my beautiful girlfriend, not me.”

Forty-five minutes later and you were in the ballroom, your jaw gaping open in awe. A large gilded chandelier hung suspended over the crowd, a thousand candles flickering vividly. The floor was a plush red carpet and the walls were filled with ancient portraits. You could swear that some of them were alive, and that they were staring at you.

Hopefully not judging you…

Carlos signaled a waiter over and ordered a glass of wine for the both of you. “I need to use the restroom,” he told you. “Don’t drink my wine, ¿OK, cariña?”

You nodded and gave him a peck on his cheek, watching him disappear through the crowds. A few moments later, your wine appeared and you took a gulp, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for Carlos to return.

Minutes ticked by and still Carlos had not come back. Maybe he got caught up talking to someone, you assured yourself. He’s fine. 

But even after the belltower chimed eleven, Carlos was nowhere to be seen. You began a frenzied search for him, asking people frantically if they knew his whereabouts. Everything was a dead end, until…

The familiar tall, bronzed body with his fingers twisted through another woman’s hair, his lips plastered against hers like they were glued together.

Your breath stuttered in shock, tears pricking your eyes like knives.

Without another second wasted, you turned your back on him and fled the scene where your heart was torn into a million pieces.

Buenos Aires, Argentina

“So, what do you do for a living?” you asked Franco a few hours later as the sun was descending into the horizon. You had left the ball an hour previously, finding your way into a small cafe where you two had been chatting and sipping on green tea. 

“Oh, I drive cars,” Franco responded, his eyes lighting up. “I’m a Formula One driver.”

Your heart spasmed in your chest and you fought to remain still. “Really? What team?”

“Williams,” he specified, one shoulder shrugging nonchalantly. 

The same team Carlos was heading to after the end of this year. God liked to play cruel games on you, that was for sure. “Interesting.” You tapped your fingers against the wooden table. “Do you enjoy it?”

Franco bowed his head. “Very much. I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t.”

“How long have you been racing?” you inquired.

“In Formula One? Since the start of this season. I was pulled in because a different driver wasn’t doing well. Mejor para mi, supongo.”

At least he didn’t have years of experience like Carlos did. Franco was getting newly acquainted with the lifestyle and demands that was Formula One, which was all the more reason that you should stay away. If Carlos could not resist the temptations, Franco would break in an instant. That much you could tell already from the way that he had effortlessly flirted with you, like it was second nature. “I hope you stay longer.” You gave him a smile, suddenly nauseous and desperate to leave. “But I think that I must say goodnight and go home.”

Franco pouted. “Lo siento. I gave you my number. Stay in contact with me, por favor.”

“I will,” you promised, although you did not have any intentions to do so. The ghosts of Formula One had to remain in the past, and you couldn’t move on if you dated a driver from the same future team as your ex. “Goodnight.” “Buenas noches.”

It was so strange how life was. You had never believed in predestination; you always thought that life was constantly changing. There was no such thing as fate or destiny, but the more you thought about it, it seemed like there was only one road for you to travel down. 

Deja vu was everywhere, and God forbid you if you succumbed to its miseries.

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[noticiasarquelogicasjaponesas]

Sean bienvenidos japonistasarqueológicos en esta ocasión no os traigo una noticia de arqueología, hoy dia 8 de julio de 2022 no ha llegado la terrible noticia de que el ex primer ministro Abe fue asesinado en un atentado en la ciudad de Nara por un ex soldado de la marina de autodefensa. Antes que nada me gustaría aclarar que esta publicación no es apta para todo los públicos, ya que puede herir la sensibilidad del espectador dicho esto empezamos.

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¿Quién es Abe Shinzō?, fue Primer ministro (2006-2007, 2012-2020) Nació en Nagano, prefectura de Yamaguchi, región de Chugoku, 21 septiembre 1954. Perteneció al partido Liberal Democrático (Jiminto) y desempeñó la profesión de politólogo.

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Al Sr. Yamagami es despreciable, no se le puede considerar patriótico, tiene la mentalidad fría hay que tener las agallas para realizar dicho acto de salvajismo en pleno acto público eso sí que es caer bajo además de crear una escopeta casera para asesinarlo. Los motivos que le llevó a realizarlo fue por estar en desacuerdo, el mundo está lleno de imperfecciones y no se debe matar a nadie por estar en desacuerdo, espero que le condenen con la máxima crueldad posible.

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Mis más sincero pésame, para japón y los japoneses por esta tragedia que se podía haber evitado yo también estoy conmovido por lo ocurrido. Os deseo una feliz semana y nos vemos en próximas publicaciones de historia, arqueología, geografía y antropología de japón.

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考古学の日本人は歓迎します、この機会に私はあなたに考古学のニュースをお届けしません、今日、2022年7月8日、元首相が奈良市で元兵士による攻撃で暗殺されたという恐ろしいニュースは到着していません-防衛海軍。まず、この出版物は視聴者の感性を損なう可能性があるため、すべての視聴者に適しているわけではないことを明確にしておきたいと思います。

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安倍信三とは？首相（2006-2007、2012-2020）1954年9月21日中口県山口県長野生まれ。自由民主党（じみんと）に所属し、政治家として活躍。科学者。

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山上さんは卑劣で、愛国心が強いとは言えず、冷淡な精神を持っており、公の場で野蛮な行為を行うには勇気が必要です。彼を暗殺するショットガン。彼��それをやった理由は、彼が反対したからであり、世界は不完全さでいっぱいであり、反対したことで誰も殺されるべきではありません。彼らが彼を可能な限りの残酷さで非難することを願っています。

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避けられたはずのこの悲劇について、日本と日本人に心からお悔やみ申し上げます。また、起こったことにも感動しました。皆様のご多幸をお祈り申し上げますとともに、日本の歴史、考古学、地理学、人類学の今後の出版物でお会いしましょう。

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Archaeological Japaneseists welcome, on this occasion I do not bring you archeology news, today, July 8, 2022, the terrible news has not arrived that former Prime Minister Abe was assassinated in an attack in the city of Nara by a former soldier of the self-defense navy. First of all, I would like to clarify that this publication is not suitable for all audiences, since it can hurt the sensitivity of the viewer, having said this, we begin.

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Who is Abe Shinzō? He was Prime Minister (2006-2007, 2012-2020) He was born in Nagano, Yamaguchi prefecture, Chugoku region, September 21, 1954. He belonged to the Liberal Democratic Party (Jiminto) and worked as a political scientist.

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Mr. Yamagami is despicable, he cannot be considered patriotic, he has a cold mentality, you have to have the guts to carry out such an act of savagery in the middle of a public act, that is falling low in addition to creating a homemade shotgun to assassinate him. The reasons that led him to do it was because he disagreed, the world is full of imperfections and no one should be killed for disagreeing, I hope they condemn him with the maximum cruelty possible.

[n444ra]

ante incentivos, la ostara extiende finalmente la mano hasta pequeña cabeza y mueve las yemas entre pelaje, dulce carcajada escapándose cuando observa reacción que le devuelve. ‘ pf, cien por ciento. nunca he salido de california ’ eso revelaba que su primer viaje en avión lo tuvo de camino a la academia en suiza y que todas estas visitas la tenían encantada porque significaban un montón de primeras veces, incluso si es torpe y más bien reservada a la hora de demostrar el entusiasmo. ‘ ¿y te gustaba la villa o más la ciudad? ’ nara pensaba que no podría vivir en el campo porque lo ligaba siempre a la soledad, al silencio y a lo oscura que sentía que era la noche cuando no había faroles y edificios iluminando a toda hora pero su apartamento llegaba a ser igual algunos días, ahora viviendo la experiencia se replantea lo que alguna vez creyó. da un paso hacia atrás, ya no hay más caricias cuando presiente que cabrito está por dormirse. ‘ todo bien, me ha tocado ordenar el gimnasio y preparar la tierra —— ¿qué te pareció la cena? esa también la hemos hecho nosotres ’ no estaba ni cerca de ser considerada chef profesional. ‘ en realidad me acerqué porque, bueno... felicidades por la categoría a ’ no le había visto en la misión pasada pero caleb había dejado una buena impresión en ella el primer día.

incluso a nara se le hace difícil aguantarse la sonrisa ante imagen frente a iris, enternecida por pequeño animal al punto que mejillas son recubiertas por cierto color. ' ¿o sea que si yo no aparecía te la robabas? ' estira algo temerosa su mano como quien busca acariciar pelaje pero no quiere molestar o terminar de despertar al bebé, así que no llega a tocarle aún. ' nunca había visto estos animales tan de cerca ' de verdad eran más adorables en persona, ' ¿cómo te estás llevando con ellos? ' ahora la vista se alza a mayor.

[tinta-y-cometas]

Ojalá tuviera las agallas de lastimarte como tú a mí, pero por desgracia o suerte, somos tan diferentes.

Yo no lastimo a quien amo.

nosequee

[schwppss]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ╱ # 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 ╱ ⠀ dale restraya conmigo, pásate de la raya tú eres la dura dura, tú tienes agallas ⠀ ⠀róbame un beso, apunta y no falla ⠀

[caostalgia]

Me tiene sin cuidado lo que divulgues, amor.

Ambos sabemos a quién le faltaron agallas y le sobraron miedos para estar juntos.

Es, sin duda, un espectáculo imperdible que tu monstruo quiera encontrarle sentido a lo que él mismo invocó.

-Cinthyacabalga

[melancolirio]

Les deseo agallas para desafiarse a si mismos y para desafiar sus destinos.

Les deseo valor para que confíen en sus habilidades y saquen de sí mismos todo su potencial.

Por un 2024, dónde nos irá bonito a cada uno de nosotros 🍃.

Tina Lon