#andrea tome

[lucieleud]

El hambre lleva a convertirse en una droga.

Andrea Tomé (2014)

[idrislibrary]

Que no te mate no tiene por qué significar que no te vaya a doler.

[didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback]

Montse tome only making 2 changes in a friendly is something to behold

Not even experimenting either.

here's journalists andrea peláez and sandra riquelme:

"yesterday, in a press conference, montse tomé said: “it's time to try out players.” i completely agree. today, in a friendly, there were only two changes (one of whom was jenni!) and in the 75th minute. i don't understand it 🤔"

and of course, it's the debutante martín-prieto who ends up scoring and showing that new players can inject new blood into the system. see, not even montse knows what montse is doing. 😵‍💫

the frustrating thing is that it doesn't have to be that way. we have fantastic players in spain. why aren't we utilising them to the best of their abilities?! 🥴

the canada to benfica pipeline is alive and well! 😮‍💨 and it was alidou's first senior nt goal and only 3rd cap.

but canada is a very solid team and they got the memo on subs!

[phagodyke]

I need to get back into poetry big time ‼️

[nerdsbianhokie]

Reading the World

In 2023, I challenged myself to watch a movie from every country in the world during the year, which I more or less succeeded. At the start of this year I decided to read a book from every country in the world (without the time restraint) and got a map to track my progress along with a challenge on Story Graph.

List of countries and books below the cut

Current count: 46

Afghanistan:

Albania:

Algeria:

American Samoa:

Andorra: Andorra: a play in twelve scenes by Max Frisch

Angola: The Whistler by Ondjaki

Anguilla:

Antigua and Barbuda:

Argentina: Our Share of the Night by Mariana Enríquez

Armenia:

Aruba:

Australia: Growing Up Aboriginal in Australia edited by Alexis West

Austria:

Azerbaijan:

Bahamas:

Bahrain:

Bangladesh:

Barbados:

Belarus:

Belgium:

Belize:

Benin:

Bermuda:

Bhutan: Folktales of Bhutan by Kunzang Choden

Bolivia:

Bosnia and Herzegovina:

Botswana:

Brazil:

British Virgin Islands:

Brunei:

Bulgaria:

Burkina Faso:

Burundi:

Cambodia:

Cameroon: The Impatient by Djaïli Amadou Amal

Canada: The Gift is in the making: Anishinaabeg Stories retold by Amanda Strong and Leanne Betasamosake Simpson

Canary Islands: Dogs of Summer by Andrea Abreu

Cape Verde:

Cayman Islands:

Central African Republic: Co-wives, Co-widows by Adrienne Yabouza

Chad:

Chile: The Twilight Zone by Nona Fernández

China: The Secret Talker by Geling Yan

Christmas Islands:

Cocos Islands:

Colombia:

Comoros:

Cook Islands:

Costa Rica:

Croatia:

Cuba:

Curacao:

Cyprus:

Czech Republic:

Dem. Rep. of Congo:

Denmark:

Djibouti:

Dominica:

Dominican Republic:

Ecuador:

Egypt:

El Salvador:

Equatorial Guinea:

Eritrea:

Estonia:

Eswatini:

Ethiopia:

Falkland Islands:

Faroe Islands:

Fiji:

Finland:

France: The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas

French Guiana:

French Polynesia:

Gabon:

Gambia:

Georgia:

Germany: At the Edge of the Night by Friedo Lampe

Ghana: Wife of the Gods by Kwei Quartey

Gibraltar:

Greece:

Greenland:

Grenada:

Guam:

Guatemala:

Guernsey:

Guinea:

Guinea-Bissau:

Guyana:

Haiti:

Honduras:

Hong Kong:

Hungary:

Iceland:

India: Coming Out as Dalit: A Memoir Of Surviving India's Caste System by Yashica Dutt

Indonesia: Of Bees and Mist by Erick Setiawan

Iran: Darius the Great is Not Okay by Abid Khorram

Iraq: Frankenstein in Baghdad by Ahmed Saadawi

Ireland:

Isle of Man:

Israel:

Italy:

Ivory Coast:

Jamaica: When Life Gives You Mangos by Kereen Getten

Japan:

Jordan:

Kazakhstan:

Kenya:

Kiribati:

Kosovo:

Kuwait:

Kyrgyzstan:

Laos:

Latvia:

Lebanon: Beirut Hellfire Society by Rawi Hage

Lesotho:

Liberia:

Libya: Zodiac of Echoes by Khaled Mattawa

Liechtenstein:

Lithuania:

Luxembourg:

Macedonia:

Madagascar:

Malawi:

Malaysia:

Maldives:

Mali:

Malta:

Marshall Islands:

Mauritania:

Mauritius:

Mexico: Silver Nitrate by Silvia Morena-Garcia

Micronesia:

Moldova:

Monaco:

Mongolia:

Montenegro:

Montserrat:

Morocco:

Mozambique:

Myanmar: Smile as They Bow by Nu Nu Yi

Namibia:

Nauru:

Nepal:

Netherlands: We Had to Remove this Post by Hanna Bervoets

New Caledonia:

New Zealand: Tahuri by Ngahuia Te Awekotuku

Nicaragua:

Niger:

Nigeria: Buried Beneath the Baobab Tree by Adaobi Tricia Nwaubani

Niue:

Norfolk Island:

North Korea: A Thousand Miles to Freedom: My Escape from North Korea by Eunsun Kim

Northern Mariana Islands:

Norway: Blind Goddess by Anne Holt

Oman:

Pakistan: Hijab Butch Blues by Lamya H

Palau:

Palestine: The Skin and Its Girl by Sarah Cypher

Panama:

Papua New Guinea:

Paraguay:

Peru:

Philippines:

Pitcairn Islands:

Poland: Return from the Stars by Stanisław Lem

Portugal: Pardalita by Joana Estrela

Puerto Rico:

Qatar:

Rep. of the Congo:

Romania:

Russia:

Rwanda: Baking Cakes in Kigali by Gaile Parkin

Saint Barthelemy:

Saint Helena, Ascension and Tristan da Cunha:

Saint Kitts and Nevis:

Saint Lucia:

Saint Martin:

Saint Pierre and Miquelon:

Saint Vincent and the Grenadines:

Samoa: Where We Once Belonged by Sia Figiel

San Marino:

Sao Tome and Principe:

Saudi Arabia:

Senegal:

Serbia:

Seychelles:

Sierra Leone:

Singapore:

Sint Maarten:

Slovakia:

Slovenia:

Solomon Islands:

Somalia:

South Africa:

South Korea: The Old Woman with the Knife by Gu Byeong -Mo

South Sudan:

Spain: Mammoth by Eva Baltasar

Sri Lanka: The Seven Moons of Maali Almeida by Shehan Karunatilaka

Sudan: The Translator: A Memoir by Daoud Hari

Suriname:

Sweden: Fire from the Sky by Moa Backe Åstot

Switzerland:

Syria: The Book Collectors: A Band of Syrian Rebels and the Stories That Carried Them Through a War by Delphine Minoui

Taiwan:

Tajikistan: The Sandalwood Box: Folk Tales from Tadzhikistan by Hans Baltzer

Tanzania:

Thailand:

Togo:

Tokelau:

Tonga:

Trinidad and Tobago:

Tunisia:

Turkey:

Turkmenistan:

Turks and Caicos Islands:

Tuvalu:

Uganda:

Ukraine:

United Arab Emirates:

United Kingdom: Poyums by Len Pennie

United States of America: Reclaiming Two-Spirits: Sexuality, Spiritual Renewal & Sovereignty in Native America by Gregory D. Smithers

United States Virgin Islands:

Uruguay:

Uzbekistan:

Vanuatu: Sista, Stanap Strong : A Vanuatu Women's Anthology edited by Mikaela Nyman and Rebecca Tobo Olul-Hossen

Venezuela: Doña Barbara by Rómulo Gallegos

Vietnam:

Wallis and Futuna:

Western Sahara:

Yemen:

Zambia:

Zimbabwe: We Need New Names by NoViolet Bulawayo

[musica-soledad-y-poesia]

Querida Andrea:

Cada vez que conozco a mas personas, cada vez que voy avanzando en esto de abrirme a las personas, más agradezco tenerte en mi vida. En este punto me he topado con personas que intentan invadir mi privacidad, ingresar al mundo que he construido y saber cada detalle mio en semanas, llevo casi dos décadas conociendome y ni yo me hago tantas preguntas sobre un tema, como lo hacen ellos, y está bien, es parte de su personalidad, trato de ser lo mas educado posible y pedir que respeten mi espacio pero eso solo se entiende como que soy el malo de la película, y estas interacciones me han hecho valorarte aún más como mi mejor amiga.

Eres mi mejor amiga por años, y me has entendido, has sabido respetar mis espacios y aún a la distancia, acompañarme, sé que quizá la idealización de un mejor amigo, es una persona que siempre está ahí, en tu vida , en cada paso que tomes, pero sabes -o al menos eso espero- que estoy aquí por si me necesitas, que si te pasa algo bueno, me alegraré por ti y celebraré contigo o en tu honor, y que si algo malo te sucede también estaré ahí para ti, para acompañarte en tu proceso y hacerte ver que sin importar que tan dificiles estén las cosas, solo con resistir y tomar la decisión de seguir adelante, todo mejora, como varias veces lo hiciste conmigo.

Aún recuerdo el día que mi mundo parcialmente se vino abajo, te escribí y llegaste a verme al Mall, a escucharme, normalizar mis emociones -si, me di cuenta- y hacerme ver que debia seguir adelante.

Durante esta época siempre has estado ahí cuando realmente importa, y no me bastarán las palabras ni acciones para mostrarte cuanto eso ha significado -significa- para mi.

Gracias, por acompañarme todo este tiempo, por ser mi amiga, mi mejor amiga, no lo digo muy seguido, pero te quiero.

Agradecido contigo,

Miguel...

[unnaturaldecay]

Campaign with Andrea, my hexblade warlock, super died really fast, but it restarts now with a new cast of players (and me!), so i've decided to draw her again. old pic (on the right obvsl) is from last summer

Times has changed and so did she, and with a new start she's a genie warlock with pact of the tome! Tbh being a nerd forced to be warrior never quite work out for me. Less daring color scheme too, but it's fine she doesn't like to stand out this hard. The only thing that never changes is that her legs look hella awkward with that skirt lol

[zolusbian]

thinking about the tome i tried to come out in college to my best friend at the time i was in love with and she was like andrea you are the straightest person i know. well guess what. now i eat pussy like i have gills. so

[lizzypotter14]

I Will Stand By You - Part II

Sorry that this took so long but as it is my second baby, and a long one to top it all, I was going back and for in many aspects.  Hope you enjoy it!  Thanks @chelseagirl98 for your support

Warnings:  Angst, fluffy

The car ride to the airport was filled with a comfortable silence.  I can feel DeeDee’s eyes on me but no words coming forward.  Dropping me at the departure gate, she rolled the window down… “Just take care of him…and yourself.  Let me know when you arrive and take the time to be with Chris.  But if you need anything, and I mean anything, I’m a call away”,

“I will.  Love you, D”.

“Love you too”, the car moves forward leaving behind to take my flight.  

The waiting was not long but at the same time, long enough for me to browse the social media accounts. The comments towards the Club, the manager and some  specific players were awful and  hurtful. The ones directed at Chris were just spiteful.   My only hope at this point is that he has stopped looking at them; that all the boys are done looking at them.

Finally, I closed all accounts and just waited for the boarding announcement, which came 30 minutes later.   I thanked my lucky stars that DeeDee and I booked my ticket for first class so I could try and sleep throughout the flight, but my mind had other ideas, and after a little more than two hours of tossing and turning, I gave up completely on it.   Instead, I just stared outside the window looking at the endless night in front of me, playing different scenarios on how things could go once Chris and I have an opportunity to talk.

To say that I was exhausted upon arriving will be putting it mildly. Once the plane landed, I turned my phone on and shot a quick text to Andrea, who responded immediately to say that they were waiting for  me at baggage claim.  As I walked in, I got a pleasant surprise.  Waiting for me were Andrea and Kepa, both with identical smiles on their faces.

Andrea was the first one to reach for me and greet me, as Kepa went to retrieve my luggage, after asking which one was mine.  “Hola y/n, como estas?  Me alegra mucho que estes de vuelta con nosotros, aunque detesto las circunstancias en las cuales estas en Londres. (Y/n, hi.  How are you? I’m so glad to have you back with us, even if the reasons for being back in London are not the best), said Andrea giving me one of her trademark hugs.

Suddenly I feel a hug from behind in the form of my favorite goalkeeper.  “Mi turno para saludarla, mi amor.  ¿Como estas, mi niña?  Dormisteis algo en el avión.   Te ves cansada.  Andrea, mi amor, no crees que y/n se ve agotada? (Love, it is my turn to say hi. My little girl, how are you?  Did you take a nap on the plane?  You look tired.  Andrea, love, don’t you think that y/n looks tired?)

But before Andrea could answer him, I just said.  “La verdad? No he podido dormir.   Yo estoy preocupada” (¿“Do you want the truth?  I had not been able to sleep.  I am so worried”)

“Yo sé que estas preocupada, y lo entendemos perfectamente. Pero nosotros estamos preocupados por ti”.  (We understand perfectly well that you are worried.  But we are worried about you too”), said Andrea holding hands with me and guiding me towards the car park with Kepa closed behind.

“Los amo muchísimo.  Gracias a Chris, tengo a los mejores amigos que una chica puede desear.  No importa la distancia, ustedes han sido parte de nuestras vidas desde que empezamos nuestro noviazgo, y todo este tiempo han sido los mejores porristas.  No sé qué haríamos sin ustedes” (“I love you, both, so much.  I gained, thanks to Chris, the best Friends that a girl could ever wish for.   You had been our biggest cheerleaders and had been part of our journey from the start.  No matter the distance”).

“Tú eres especial para nosotros también. Es por esa razón, que te llevaremos a la casa de Chris más tarde. Primero, queremos que descanses, tomes el desayuno con nosotros.  Kai y Sophia se reunirán con nosotros más tarde y después de conversar con ellos, en lo que nos puedes preguntar lo que quieras, te llevaremos a casa de Chris” (“To us, you are special.  And that is why we will take you later to Chris’ house.  First, you will rest, and then eat breakfast with us.  Later, we will meet and talk with Kai and Sophia, during this time you can ask us any questions. After, will drop at Chris”).

“Pero yo quiero ir a verle inmediatamente” (I want to see him now”).

“Lo se.  Pero debes descansar” (“I know, but you need to rest”).

“Kepa, estas ocultando algo?” (“Are you hiding something, Kepa?”)

“Hablaremos en cuanto estemos con Kai y Sophia.  Te lo prometo” (“I promised that we will talk with Kai and Sophia”)

Should I be concerned about it.  Maybe.  But I trust my friends.

“Está bien. Vamos” (“Okay. Let’s go”)

During the drive to Kepa and Andrea’s home, I took the opportunity to send a message to DeeDee and let her know that I arrived fine.  To my surprise, she responded immediately and asked if I was on my way to see Chris for which I responded in the negative.

“What do you mean no?” was the quick reply.

“I looked and felt exhausted due to lack of sleep, so Kepa and Andrea had suggested for me to take some rest at their home before heading to Chris.  That it’s all”.

The dots that appeared on my phone just too quickly disappeared.  When I was about to give the conversation up the dots reappeared and a message followed.

“Y/m…”

“DeeDee…”

“Just rest”.

“Nothing more to say?”

“No.  I promised to butt out and that’s what I am doing.  Just relax, sunshine.  Need you to be in your ‘A’ game”.

“Stop, DeeDee.  You know I value your opinion”.

“And I love you for it, but a promise is a promise.  By the way, do not forget to send a message to your future mother-in-law, and let her know that you are okay”.

“Stop teasing me, and I will.  Also, why are you still awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep either.  But now, that I know you are in safe hands, I will take advantage of this room, and will sleep for a while before heading home”.

“Please sleep well, DeeDee.  Do not drive if you are too tired and send me a message once you get home”.

“Stop worrying about me”.

“Never.  I have to say goodbye for now as we just arrived and need to spend some time with my hosts”.

“Okay but y/n…”                  

“Yes?”

“Nothing.  Just love you”.

“Love you too”.

When I lifted my eyes from the phone, two sets of eyes were staring at me. “Solamente estaba enviándole un mensaje a la hermana de Chris para dejarle saber que llegue bien” (“Just sending Chris’ sister a quick message to let her know of my arrival in one piece”).

“No hay problema.  Vamos a cocinar el desayuno.  Andrea te preparo la recamara de huéspedes.  Toma un baño y ven a buscarnos cuando estes lista” (“No worries. The spare bedroom is set for you so just go ahead and take a shower.  Once you are ready, come and find us as Andrea and I will be getting breakfast ready”).

“Gracias” (Thank you”).

Fifteen minutes later, I was heading to the kitchen.  I arrived quietly and took my time just observing the interactions between the couple.  They were so comfortable with one another and seemed to work in the kitchen like a well-oiled machine.  Andreas’ engagement ring sparkled with the sun streaming through the kitchen window. I always felt drawn to it; daydreaming a little bit about the moment in which will be my hand showing a ring.  A girl can dream.  As they were flipping pancakes and setting some places  on the kitchen island, Andrea noticed my presence at the door.

“Y/n, está lista para desayunar?”  (“Are you ready for breakfast, y/n?”)

“Si, gracias” (“Yes, thank you”), and with that I just sat down next to Andrea as Kepa started dishing the pancakes.

Our conversation flowed as easily as ever. Love that, no matter the distance or the lack of seen each other daily, our friendship was solid.  I normally face time or talk with them once a week.  Christian always finds it so funny that his teammates and partners get a weekly run of my life and that sometimes that cuts his time with him which I simply remind him that isn’t true as our time is more valuable than anything else.

As we were done, I offered to help clean up and do the dishes but was quickly dismissed.

“No.  Solamente ve a descansar.  Te despertaremos en dos horas.  ¿Está bien?” (“Np.  Simply go and rest.  Will wake you in two hours,  Okay?”)

I nodded but before heading to the bedroom, I got on my tippy toes and kissed both Kepa and Andrea.  I knew rest was need it, so it wasn’t a surprise that as soon as my head touched the pillow, I was out.  Next thing I’m aware of is a hand shaking me slightly from my slumber.  I just groaned, “Not now. I just went to sleep. I’m so tired”.

“Mi niña. Es hora de que te despiertes. Sophia, Kai y Andrea están en la sala esperándote’ (“It is time for you to wake up, my little girl. Waiting for us in the living room are Sophia, Kai, and Andrea”)

Stretching, I opened my eyes and simply nodded.  “Dame 10 minutos y allí estaré” (“Just give me 10 minutes and I be right there”).

Kepa just left the room, closing the door behind him.  I took my time and freshened up before heading to see my friends. As I got closer, their conversation seemed to stop altogether.  Sophia and Kai got up from their spots and engulfed me in a heartfelt hug.

“How was your flight?”, ask Sophia.

“It was okay.  My anxiety got the better part of me, and I just want to see Chris.  I’m glad that I had time to rest but I’m ready to go and be with him”.

Kepa and Kai exchanged a quick look between each other, but not quick enough for me not to intercept it.

“Okay boys, what’s with the look?”

“What look? There was no look”, said Kai.

“Kai Lukas Havertz, you are insulting y/n and our intelligence.  We saw the look between Kepa and you.  What going on?”,  said Sophia hitting Kai’s head.

“Ouch, love!  Okay, just hear us out.  Y/n, after your conversation with Kepa, we started observing Chris more closely.  He was extremely quiet and chose to sit down with Hakim on the way back.  At one point, we saw him texting which we assumed was with you, but instead of being his happy self, as he is normally after your calls, he retrieved more into himself. So, we decided to confront  him after we got home”.

“And how it turns out?”

“Well, we went to Chris’ house and talked for a while.  We know he asked you to give him space and…”

“What do you mean Chris asked y/n for space” said Andrea looking between Kai, Kepa and I.

“Mi amor, let Kai finished” said Kepa still looking towards me.

My eyes were down and the hands on my laps kept playing with the hem of my t-shirt .

“Y/n, what are the boys talking about?”, said Andrea sitting next to me and ignoring Kepa.

“H-he said that he doesn’t want to drag anybody with him, especially not me, and that maybe, he needed some space”.

“Are you giving him the space that he is asking for?  Because Kepa and I don’t think that this is what  he really wants or needs”, said Kai kneeling in front of me.

“Well, I just asked him to let me talk with him.  I love him so much and waited so long to be with him to let others dictate things for us.  I know what he is doing and I’m not okay with it”,

“We cannot tell you what to do but we will support you both.  Things are far from great at club level, and I know that the lack of playing time, and the uncertainty of his future at Chelsea is breaking havoc with Chris’ self-esteem.  You don’t have to be a genius to see this.  He is our friend and, if for any reason, he leaves this club, you and he will always be part of us”, said Kai.

“We are not the only ones feeling this way.  Ben, Mason, and Reece are worried and want to be here for you and him. We don’t think that he wants to leave you, he’s just confused and hurt and thinks that he is not good enough, but he is.  He needs you, and you both need to talk, alone, about all this.  Your future, together, depends on it”.

Finally lifting my eyes, I asked to my friends, “can you, please, take me to him?”

“Do you have your key? We don’t have practice today, so you will have all day to talk with him without any interruptions.  We will make sure of it”.

“I do”.                                                                                                                     “Then let’s get your luggage and take you home”.

And with it, my friends took me home.  The girls tried talking with me and offering a distraction but after a while, they gave up completely and just took hold of my hands.  I was scared, nervous , and my anxiety levels were sky high. But above all, I am certain of what needs to be done.  Fighting for us is something that I can do.  We had come a long way, jumped lots of hurdles to be together.  No room for mistakes here.

“Y/n, y/n.  We are here”.

Sure enough, I looked outside, and we parked outside Chris’ house.  Andrea opened her door and we both exited the car. Kai took my luggage from the car’s trunk and handed it to me.

“Do you want any of us to go in with you? I am not 100% sure but he should stills  be asleep”.

“No, Kai.  Thank you. I am okay.  I-I need to do this on my own. Thanks for everything, and just know that that I love you so much.  All of you”

.“Please call us if you need anything or if you need the boys to come and get you” said Sophia holding me tight.

“I will.  I promise, but I am confident that it will not be necessary”.

I waited by the door, luggage in hand, until their car disappeared down the street.  With a deep sigh  I turned the key in and got into the house turning the alarm off in the process.  Leaving my shoes and luggage by the door, I made my way to Chris’ bedroom.

When I opened the door, my  eyes took some time adjusting to the darkness in the bedroom, even if it was noon. During my last  ,  before international break, we installed these new blinds and curtains to block the sunlight. He wanted to get more rest, and these were ideal for him.  Chris was completely wrapped under the blankets, his face the only thing visible. I loved watching Chris sleep because it is the only time in which he is relaxed and at  peace.

Carefully, I made my way into the bedroom, closing the door as quietly as possible.  I laid down facing him and just kept staring at my handsome boyfriend.  Temptation to touch him won over my desire to let him sleep more.  Gently, I move some curls out of his forehead and with featherlike touches, trace the contour of his cheek’s bones, freckles, and lips.  He started twitching and finally his eyes opened, blinking rapidly to adjust.

“I smelled your perfume.  I thought that it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but  you are here”

His voice was raspy, and it was music to my ears.  I love Chris’ voice in the mornings as it is quieter than normal and possesses a hint of sexiness that’s just so him and awakens the butterflies inside me. I continued the exploration of his face before I could find my voice.

“Hi baby”.

“Hi princess”. His right-hand comes from under the duvet and starts tracing my face with his fingers, just like I am doing to him.

“You are not good at following directions, love”

“When it comes to us, I followed my heart, Chris.  You should know that by now”.

He removed his fingers from my face and with both hands rubbed his instead. “What is the time?”

“12:30”

“When did you arrive? Who picked you up from the airport?” asked Chris while fixing the pillows under him, without losing contact with me.

“I took the red eye from La Guardia, and Andrea and Kepa picked me up this morning.  And before you asked, I stayed with them for a few hours to rest prior to coming here”.

“Y/n…”

“Christian…”

Still trying to chase the sleep away from him, Chris sat in bed, back against me.  Slowly he turns and stares at me for a few minutes.  “Why are you here?  I need time to deal with all that is going on and I don’t want you to be a distraction or to be a target for the fans.  Things are out of control at club level, and I don’t need to add more with your presence here”.

Sitting with my legs crossed, I took a deep breath to calm myself before addressing him. I  need to keep myself balanced and my emotions under control.  He is aware of the pain caused by his words, but his demeanor shows no signs of backing away from this.

“Can you listen to me before taking decisions that will affect us deeply, and our possibilities of a future together?”

“Y/n…”

“Can you just listen?  Please”

“Let me take a shower and we can talk in the living room”.

I stared at him and without any further words, removed myself from the bed, opened the bedroom door and exited quietly.  Three steps away from the closed door, I lean against the wall to steady my shaky legs.  I must be stronger than the situation; Chris’ stubbornness is legendary, and I should prepare myself for what is to come.

I headed to the kitchen, and prepared my favorite tea, which was still in the pantry from before.  I lost track of time, simply gazing at the basketball hoop in the backyard, a cup of tea in one hand. But the moment Chris came to the kitchen, I was aware of it. My entire body tingles, it has been like this for a long time, so I just simply turned around and face a showered and cleaned face Christian, leaning slightly against the door frame looking at me like a starve man.

It has been almost two months since we last saw each other face to face. The person in front of me is a shell of the one that was so happy and carefree during the USA matched against El Salvador.  Chris was happy, relaxed, and enjoying the company of teammates, friends, and family. I can’t believe how good he was at covering and hiding things from me.

“Would you like tea or coffee”.

“No, thanks.  I will just get some water”, he said getting into the kitchen and going around me to grab a glass from the cabinet next to me.

“Chris, please talk to me”.

Slowly, he turned around, getting so close to me.  Instead of the warm feeling that I normally associate with it, a coldness took hold of me.

“I don’t want to hurt you or say something that will cause more problems, y/n but I need you to go home.  I need to do this on my own”.

“Let me help you, Chris”.

“How? Do you know how to fix this? Or how can I get more play time on the field? Or to silence the haters?  This club, my childhood dream, is suffocating me.  I don’t need you or my family to help me.  I just need space and time to fix it.  Be worthy again”, and with that he stormed out of the kitchen towards the living room.

My heart shattered.  I gave him a little breathing room before following him.  He was on the couch, head in his hands.  I sat down next to him, trying to put my thoughts in order.

“Christian, I want you to listen.  If, after I talk with you, you still want me gone, I will respect your wishes and give you the space to deal with this situation on your own terms”

.He turns his head around.  I can sense his defenses building up.

“When you asked me to be your girlfriend, a little before the World Cup, our lives were going in opposite directions.  I was worried about the distance, and how things were going to affect us.  I was worried about being hurt by your fans.  But you had an answer for every single one of my fears and concerns.   You told me that together we could do anything, and I believe in that simply because  I believe in you.  I had been in love with Christian, the man, for quite some time, but I am wary of Christian, the footballer”.

“You broke every single one of my walls, and piece by piece made my life a little better, a little brighter.  The night before leaving for your dream of representing your country on the world stage, you took me aside and asked me to trust you, one more time, to give my heart to you with the promise of never break it or cause me pain. You told me that there will be days in which things will get  hard but that together, we could go through them”.

“We had many obstacles, Chris, but that night I made a promise to you. I told you that I will always be there for you, that I will stand by your side, and that together we will navigate the storms that surely will come our way”.

“The more that I am around you, even as we find ourselves separated by distance and our current activities, the more that I love, and the more that my heart is flooded by love for you.  You had made it impossible to live without you”.

Tears started rolling from his and my eyes. I couldn’t continue.  I had laid it all out, and it was his move. I tried to get off the couch, but his hand  was wrapped around my wrist.

“I am so sorry, princess.  I love you so much  and you are right.  We made all those promises, in what feels like a lifetime ago.  I am not a perfect person, but something that I’m sure of is that I have no right to hold you by my side with all the uncertainty that’s surrounding me at this moment.  I will never forgive myself if anything happens to you; that will made the already existing hole inside me, even bigger”.

“Chris, we were friends with no secrets before we started dating. I should not be telling you how important you are, and always will be in my life”.

“As you are mine. In case you didn’t know, you are the reason to keep fighting.  I just feel lost, babe.  I’m falling without a safety net”.

That caused me to catch my breath.  “You are not alone.  But before we can do something about it, I need to ask you an important question.  I will understand and even support, reluctantly, your decision.  What would you like us to do, together, to fix this?  The football part can be revised but your mental health needs to be addressed. I can step away from you if that will help as I want was best for you.

Immediately, Chris shakes his head now.  “I don’t deserve to be with you.  I’m just a complete failure and…

”Kneeling in front of him. I hold his hand, “stop please.  You are not a failure.  Far from it.  Things will get better, and you will silence all your haters. That I know for sure because it is what you do best”.

“And this is one of the many reasons why I love you.  Thank you for believing in me; for being by my side even when I push you away”.

“And that is all that I ask, Chris.  Don’t cast me away. That will destroy me completely.  That will be the fastest way to hurt me”.

Taking me in his arms, he just whispered in my ear “I’m sorry that I hurt you and I making you a solemn promise to be truthful to myself and you for now on.  The best decision I had ever made was the day I listened to my heart and asked you to be mine.  You are my everything, love”.

After a couple of hours talking with one another, we started healing and preparing to tackle the next set of hurdles coming our way.  Chris finally called his parents, assuring them that everything was okay, that I was with him, which his mom already suspected, and that his girlfriend, me, would catch up with them before heading to camp in June for the Nation’s League semi-finals and finals.

Things were not perfect, and his future at Chelsea was still up in the air, but we knew with certainty that working together and talking things out with one another was the key to our success.   

@neverinadream @chelseagirl98 @lovelynikol16 @notsoattractivearenti @thoseboysinblue @swimmingismywholelife @bracedes @pulisicsgirl @mortirolo @masonsrem @masonspulisic

[mynameisquoi]

if death by poison is what her beloved wants, then that’s what he’s going to get! time to hit the books to find an appropriate recipe.

it’s been ages since she actually opened up one of her tomes and had a look-see...and it’s clear why! there’s not a single quality death potion in the whole book. just a bunch of warnings about tampering with the threads of fate and other superstitious gobbledygook.

looks like andrea will have to come up with a potion of her own. she’s not too worried. she managed to build up a thriving magick shoppe without a lick of magic in it. how hard could one silly potion be?

[danganronpa11-desperatehope]

¡Bienvenidos a un nuevo juego!

Welcome to a new game!

¿Qué es Danganronpa 11: Esperanza Desesperada?

Danganronpa 11: Esperanza Desesperada (DR11) es un Danganfic/Fanganronpa hecho por mi y algunos amigos por diversión y en broma, sin ánimos de que se tome en serio. Esta basado en la saga de videojuegos Danganronpa, con la misma sinopsis y base, pero con personajes originales.

¿De que trata DR11?

En cuanto a la sinopsis y el resto es todo igual al Danganronpa original, lo único que cambia es los personajes y un poco la historia en si. En resumen: La historia gira alrededor de 16 estudiantes que se encuentran atrapados en una escuela bajo el control de un robot con forma de oso llamado Monokuma. Para escapar, los estudiantes deben «graduarse» de la escuela. Para ello, tienen que asesinar a un compañero de clase. Los estudiante en este caso son todos de nacionalidad Chilena, hay veces en la que los estudiantes no se toman nada en serio, y hay veces en las que ellos se toman todo seriamente como es debido.

Cast de DR11:

Ester Aguilera - Fan de K-POP Definitiva

Margarita Arias - Tecladista Definitiva

Javi Arriagada - Diseñador de Moda Definitivo

Catalina Badillo - Streamer Definitiva

Alex Bustos - Grafitero Definitivo

Andrea Chandia - Estudiante Definitiva

Maximiliano Contreras - Bocetero Definitivo

Seba Giménez - Entusiasta de Futbol Definitivo

Nivea Huilipán - Gamer Definitiva

Matías Labra - Desafortunado Definitivo

Alexandra Lara - Pintora Definitiva

Andrés Medel - Compositor Definitivo [Protagonista]

Leonor Medina - Leterista (Lettering) Definitiva

Gabriel Meyer - Editor de Videos Definitivo

Jared Montecinos - Cantante Definitivo

Betsabé Reyes - ??? Definitiva

¿Dónde puedo leer DR11?

Planeo subir el fanfic a Ao3, primero en Español y luego en Ingles. Todo será igual al Danganronpa original, un Prologo, 6 capítulos y un Epilogo. Acá subiré avances, las presentaciones, tiempo libre y mucho contenido extra.

Y eso, si tienes alguna duda, puedes mandarla sin problema!<3

(ENG VER under the cut)

What is Danganronpa 11: Desperate Hope?

Danganronpa 11: Desperate Hope (DR11) is a Danganfic/Fanganronpa made by me and some friends for fun and as a joke, without intending to take it seriously. It is based on the Danganronpa video game saga, with the same synopsis and base, but with original characters.

What is DR11 about?

Regarding the synopsis and the rest, everything is the same as the original Danganronpa, the only thing that changes is the characters and the story itself a bit. In summary: The story revolves around 16 students who find themselves trapped in a school under the control of a bear-like robot named Monokuma. In order to escape, the students must "graduate" from school. To do this, they have to murder a classmate. (fountain) The students in this case are all of Chilean nationality, there are times when the students don't take anything seriously, and there are times when they take everything seriously as they should.

Cast of DR11:

Ester Aguilera - Ultimate K-poper / SHSL "K-POP fan"

Margarita Arias - Ultimate Keyboardist / SHSL "Keyboard Player"

Javi Arriagada - Ultimate Fashion Designer / SHSL "Fashion Designer"

Catalina Badillo - Ultimate Streamer / SHSL "Live Broadcast Producer"

Alex Bustos - Ultimate Graffiti Artist / SHSL "Graffiti Artist"

Andrea Chandia - Ultimate Student / SHSL "Student"

Maximiliano Contreras - Ultimate Sketcher / SHSL "Sketcher"

Seba Giménez - Utimate Football Enthusiast / SHSL "Soccer Lover"

Nivea Huilipán - Ultimate Gamer / SHSL "Gamer"

Matías Labra - Ultimate Unlucky / SHSL "Unluck"

Alexandra Lara - Ultimate Painter / SHSL "Painter"

Andrés Medel - Ultimate Composer / SHSL "Composer" [Protagonist]

Leonor Medina - Ultimate Letterist / SHSL "Writer" (Lettering)

Gabriel Meyer - Ultimate Video Editor / SHSL "Video Editor"

Jared Montecinos - Ultimate Singer / SHSL "Singer"

Betsabé Reyes - Ultimate ??? / SHSL "???"

Where can I read DR11?

I plan on uploading the fanfic to Ao3, first in Spanish and then in English. Everything will be the same as the original Danganronpa, a Prologue, 6 chapters and an Epilogue. Here I will upload progress, presentations, free time and a lot of extra content.

And that, if you have any questions, you can send it without problem! <3

[idrislibrary]

La verdad puede dolerte, quemarte la piel como un metal en llamas, pero también te libera; no hay dudas ni pensamientos obsesivos, solo la realidad.

[booklovershouse]

Oieeee, booklovers!

Hj vamos fazer um post um pouquinho diferente: ao invés de falar sobre os nacionais (que inclusive, vou recomendar outros em breve), vamos ter como tema os gringos não traduzidos e que estão na minha lista :)

Lembrando a vcs q n sou bilíngue e que esse post foi feito a base de Google Tradutor e meus humildes conhecimentos de inglês que adquiri assistindo The Flash.

💙| Bookish and the Beast - Ashley Poston

~ Tradução aproximada: A Nerd e a Fera (n faço ideia de como 'Bookish' seria traduzido de uma forma que soasse bem)

Esse é o terceiro livro de Once Upon a Con - vulgo a trilogia cujo primeiro livro é Geekerela -, mas acho que a intrínseca simplesmente esqueceu que eles existem, pq Geekerela foi publicado há uns 6 anos, não tem uma mísera divulgação e eles publicaram O Amor Não Está Morto, da mesma autora, recentemente.

A história é uma releitura de A Bela e a Fera (tá aí uma coisa que não se vê todo dia) e conta a história de Rosie que, além de se preocupar com a faculdade e a morte da mãe, também não consegue parar de pensar num garoto misterioso que conheceu na ExcelciCon.

💜| With a Little Luck - Marissa Meyer

~ Tradução aproximada: Com um Pouco de Sorte

Perceberam que estou meio obcecada com a Marissa Meyer, não é? E o melhor: advinha quem é o prota desse livro? O Jude, irmão da Pru de Instant Karma! ~ melhor que nem lançou ainda e eu de olho no livro kkkkkk

Jude só quer viver a vida dele tranquilamente, mas de repente recebe um "poder sobrenatural" e tudo começa a dar certo em sua vida. Mas será que essa sorte durará para sempre? E porque ele não consegue parar de pensar em Ari, sua melhor amiga, mesmo quando tem a chance de sair com a garota mais popular da escola?

💙| Sunkissed - Kasie West

~ Tradução aproximada: Beijado pelo Sol (não tem nada a ver, mas Beijo de Verão parece melhor na minha cabeça)

Quando li Namorado de Aluguel, não sabia no que estava me metendo. A escrita da Kasie é maravilhosa, mas como as capas meio antiquadas - todos nós combinamos que aquelas fontes são horrorosas, certo? - e as datas de publicação indicam, a Verus se esqueceu da Kasie há muito tempo.

Avery sempre foi muito apegada a música, mas nem mesmo suas playlists podem lhe ajudar quando sua melhor amiga se vira contra ela. Como se não bastasse, sua família resolve ir para acampamento remoto por dois meses durante o verão. Então, Avery conhece Brooks e algo desperta entre eles.

💜| Borrow My Heart - Kasie West

Mais um da Kasie, dessa vez me conquistando pela capa - "Não julgue um livro pela capa", eles disseram...mas e essa capinha super fofa cheia de bichinhos???

Wren é aquele tipo de garota que tem sempre um plano e uma lista pra tudo. Até que ela conhece Asher e seu mundinho milimetricamente planejado começa a sofrer com algumas decisões inesperadas.

💙| The Library of Lost Things - Laura Taylor Namey

Tradução aproximada: A Livraria das Coisas Perdidas

É da mesma autora de Uma Garota Cubana, Chás e Amanhãs - que inclusive eu já deveria ter lido, apesar de que há séculos ouço falar dessa adaptação com a Maia Reficco, acho que deve dar tempo de ler antes de sair 🤡👍

Darcy passa a maior parte do seu tempo no mundo dos livros, onde pode fingir que sua vida é normal. No entanto, ela acaba conhecendo Asher, um ex-piloto adolescente e, pela primeira vez, não consegue encontrar as palavras certas. Asher a faz querer se abrir, mas para isso Darcy terá que parar de se esconder e aceitar sua própria realidadel.

💜| Amor Fingido - Andrea Smith

Você deve ter suspeitado que esse livro era em português até ler o nome da autora, não é? Pois é, caros amigos, aqui temos o "diferentão" da lista, escrito em espanhol.

Amanda finge o tempo todo. Finge que não se importa quando sua mãe pede que tome conta de seu irmão ou que não se magoou depois de sua melhor amiga roubar seu namorado. Nate, por outro lado, sempre teve o que quer, exceto atenção. E é justamente com Amanda que ele se sente especial, enquanto ela pode ser, finalmente,ela mesma.

O problema é que os dois estão apenas fingindo namorar.

Na minha listinha tem mais alguns, mas vamos parar por aqui hoje :) - qm sabe uma parte dois algum dia?

💜| Vcs têm algum livro internacional que querem a tradução pra ontem?

Bjs e boas leituras <3

[ellocat-poemyourpainaway]

My stint on earth, this rotation

Maybe I didn’t come here to be loved

Maybe I came here to leave it.

Maybe I’m a flame lighter

But only you can prevent forest fires

(Smoky the bear voice).

A hole ripper and mender,

A hole digger to plant seeds in.

Maybe I was never meant to have but to give it away.

I wonder what I was in a past life-

But In this one I’m magic.

I’m a lesson you need to learn.

A dream you want to be real in.

I’m here to sit next to a stranger on the beach and make them feel like suddenly life is something different than the trap hamster wheel they were living in,

Because life IS sitting on a beach-

as much as it is the misery mine of tedium you slog through on the daily-

It’s all in your mind.

You’ve been looking down-

Look up.

Inhale deeply

The air is a sweet tea and lemon

It’s billowing lace curtains in a creaky wood veranda

Breathing

Is the airiest

Lightest

Concoction

Ever (but it’s eva, you have to say it breathily)

You’ve been looking down-

Look up,

And Don’t forget to breathe.

There are lilacs along the wet mossy river bed,

Do you smell it?

You just had to remember to breathe,

Deep into your chest.

And somewhere in the dark,

Is someone who loves you, also breathing light to the night in the expansion of rib where the chest of there love is filled with delight

Just imagining you dancing with the lightning bugs and tracing your fingers tips along their thoughts and their hips. softly Curling like the tendrils of all that jungle hair on your free wild head.

All at once all over the world we are all breathing.

Somewhere is a stranger sad and alone.

Somewhere a baby is being born.

Somewhere your ancestors are crunching their bones and watching you live out your tome to add to the catalog of souls we’ve known.

A whimsical fairy tale

Of almosts and could’ve beens

(Is that Tragically beautiful or beautifully tragic?)

A tale with a trail of broken hearts mended and grown broader by a brush with your elusive and twinkling light.

They sat by the fire of your heart

And warmed their hands.

They moved in sway as you danced and prayed irreverence with your worship of life.

“They grew three Sizes that day”

Andrea Gibson once wrote

I said to the the sun
“Tell me about the big bang”
The sun said
“it hurts to become”

It does hurt

I’m sorry for the pain

But becoming was always the aim

I came here to become and transcend-

I would do it again.

I’m not here to live like a marked off Checklist of things to do and attain

I’m here to break again and again

So I can be the most stunningly gorgeous window pane

To let the light flood into your veins

I didn’t come here to be loved

I came here to break it

So that you could realize you were the love and the love was you

This whole entire time

https://on.soundcloud.com/CH4xTqvaGMJpPzeeA

[jendoe]

🖊 for any oc! :)

🖊 the distress ceridwen felt when she realized she'd lost almost everything she'd ever written because of arl howe's betrayal... immense!! it was quite literally her life's work, so it was a huge blow to her already turbulent emotions. between her and andreas, they could only save a few select tomes and she wishes she'd had time to grab more 😔

[hvbris]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 & 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 @multipleoccupancy

Violet was definitely a lot happier too, after their little errands in town. She was excited to have found some spices to try the meal Theo had wanted to taste for weeks, and she knew that Sunny was just as excited to help her cook it. Her counterpart and she now had all the supplies they needed to repair the roof, which would make the house a lot warmer for the winter. Klaus finally had a few books to read and was impatient to start. He had selected a book about the flora and fauna of the Californian mountains (which in this timeline included monsters), a tome about Deep Ones, and a novel.

The mood was light as they carefully made their way onto the estate, using the path the other Violet had created just for that. The manor was not the most welcoming place, but Violet was sure they could turn it into somewhat of a home if they could repair everything and add in their own inventions. And then, once the snows melted, they could head back to New York, hopefully with the Baudelaires.

With the horses safely put in the stables (including a fifth horse they had bought for Klaus, which he had named Melville, after his favorite author), they all walked to the house. Unfortunately, a very bad surprise was waiting for them inside.

Inside the living room, sat there as if they owned the place (which they certainly didn't, especially now), was the infamous troupe both Violets had described to Theo and Andrea. They were all there: the man with hooks for hands, the bald man with a big nose, the two women with painted faces, and the tall henchperson who could either be a man or a woman. And they all stood up, defensively, as soon as they saw the Baudelaires and Beneventis walking inside.

Violet did not waste a second. She immediately pulled her gun and pointed it in their direction. Her counterpart didn't have her shotgun, so she protectively placed herself in front of her. "This is private property," she hissed, "so I'm afraid y'all are trespassin'."

Theo smiled politely as Sheriff Miller addressed 'Mauve' and got the response. He did wonder if she knew and was just choosing not to address it, which he did appreciate if she were. It was a lot to explain otherwise. Theo did not drink but he could bring a bottle of whiskey as a contribution to that meeting. "That's mighty kind of you," he agreed, eager to bounce his ideas off of the other sheriff. "We would be real honoured to come."

With that all somewhat agreed and the sheriff waving them off, Theo stepped outside, tipping his hat to Mr Miller before stepping into the street to look for the shops they needed. Though he was sure to pause and smile as Violet turned to him and thanked him. Touched as more thanks came too. "I am glad to have helped y'all." He smiled, "but I was mainly the muscle," he playfully tensed his arm to show off, "You did all the work." He praised and looked to Klaus especially, "You did real well in there."

But it was time for their shop which was a much more relaxed and enjoyable experience than the bank. They collected some new books for Klaus, some ingredients and spices for Sunny, some additional tools and materials for the Violets and a new pony who this time helped to carry the materials back to the manor.

Much happier, Theo was a little more obvious in his singing to himself as they rode. While the manor was not exactly homely and it carried an uncomfortable feeling with it given who it had belonged to, it was in some ways nice to have something more solid and secure to use as a base for the next few weeks. He was looking forward to being back by the fire and getting dinner started as they walked down the safe path Violet had shown them for the horses towards the house.