#andres deja

[thosewildcharms]

not to over-indulge in my own tags and this extremely hyperspecific au but walk with me for a minute. it's this scene from the series finale of LOST except make it rick and michonne. and instead of it being them reuniting in the afterlife it's them reuniting after the poof! no apocalypse timeline reset and they're getting flashbacks of the original zombie apocalypse timeline. do you see my vision.

[desorden-en-letras]

Pensar demasiado a veces no me deja dormir.

Andre.

[verso-abstracto]

Deja de lastimarte a ti mismo imaginando cosas que nunca van a pasar.

-Andre.

[sinfonia-relativa]

No sabes qué hay detrás de las cicatrices de cada persona, así que mejor deja de juzgar.

-Andre.

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort in Making a Home

Summary - Part 57 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess, Sam x Eileen

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N: Wanted to give you guys a bit of a fun one this week. I also tried to make it a bit longer than the past few. 1. In honour of Jensen’s birthday! And 2. Because I’m not sure if I’ll get a chance to write and publish a chapter next week as I’m going to my first-ever SPN convention, SUPER EXCITED, I’m finally gonna meet J2!! But as such, I’m gonna be a little busy, so sorry in advance if I don’t get a chance to upload next week.

Feeling reassured that the threat of other hunters coming after your little girl or the presence of other monsters in town was all an overreaction, you and Dean spend the rest of the week cleaning, furnishing and decorating your new home. You let Destiny choose the colour for her room, a pastel violet. Her room is the quickest and easiest as you just set it up similar to how it was at the bunker. While the process seems like Deja Vu as you move the same furniture you only just bought and set up, it feels more natural and permanent here.

The rest of the house proves to be a more extensive project. Though Dean grumbles about taking measurements, the weight of furniture, and the hassle of shopping, his complaints are laced with a certain satisfaction. You can tell Dean enjoys the change of pace. It’s still hard, tiring work, but it’s free of blood and death and he gets to spend time with you in a place where he knows you’re safe. No demons, no angels, just the ordinary challenges of making a house a home.

Your shared bedroom comes together quite quickly with Dean insisting that you keep your bed, as the memory foam remembers you both. You chuckle at his childish antics but agree nonetheless. Neither of you owns a lot of clothes either, so it’s a simple task for you to arrange them in the walk-in wardrobe while he paints Destiny’s room. Multitasking and working together proves a breeze after years of doing so on hunts.

Destiny plays in her new room, arranging her toys while you and Dean focus on the rest of the house. As you work together to arrange the living room, Dean teases you about the throw pillows and blankets, but there is a lightness in his eyes and tone that speaks volumes. The simple moments of shared laughter and playful banter feel like a luxury compared to the life you’re leaving behind.

“I still think this is too many pillows, but if it makes you happy…”

You roll your eyes, playfully swatting his arm with a pillow. “It's called decorating, Dean. You'll get used to it.”

“I’m sure they’re good for something…” Dean muses as he picks one up and swats your bum with it. You retaliate until you’re both lying on the couch laughing and out of breath.

Dean grins, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close, his eyes scan the room with a sense of accomplishment. The house quickly transforms into a home, a safe haven where the threat of other hunters and monsters feels like a distant memory.

As the day turns into night, the glow of a lamp illuminates the living room. Feeling the exhaustion of the day's work, you sigh.

He kisses your head and then says, “Not bad, huh? Maybe suburban life ain't so bad after all.”

You lean into him, the sense of security in his embrace making the sacrifices of the hunting life seem worth it. “Definitely not bad. Not that it’s suburban up here in the mountains…”

Dean rolls his eyes at you and pinches your side softly. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah. It's nice to have a place where we can just be... us.”

And in the quiet of your new home, surrounded by the echoes of laughter and the promise of a peaceful future, you know that this change of pace is exactly what your family needs. And as you and Dean sit on the couch in the living room, exhaustion replaced by contentment, you know you've found something rare and precious—a place where you can truly be safe and happy.

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Early morning sunlight spills through the curtains of your new bedroom, casting a warm glow over your bed and the hardwood floors. Not used to having windows, the feeling is a little surreal to begin with, almost like waking up in a motel room. Dean yawns as he stretches and pulls you closer to his bare chest.

He kisses your forehead, “Morning, Beautiful.”

You smile as you snuggle into his embrace. “Morning, Handsome. It still doesn’t feel real, you know? Our own place…”

“We haven’t Christened the house yet, you know…And there’s no annoying little brother here to interrupt us!”

“Ah, true…But there is a little girl that could wake up any minute. And she had a bit of a rough night…not sure if you noticed me get up about five times. You, on the other hand, seemed to have the best sleep of your life. So much for man-of-the-house protecting us…I had to go protect her from the tree branches and animals in the woods.”

Dean slips his fingers under the hem of your sleep shirt, dragging them lightly along your stomach to trace the swell of your breasts. He trails kisses over your face towards your neck. “You’re my sexy, strong, badass protector. Let me show my appreciation.”

You playfully groan, “Dean…”

He takes your hand in one of his and guides it over his stiffening dick. “You feel that? I’m getting blue balls with all this waiting and stopping…They’re going to explode and kill me. You’re literally going to be the death of me.”

You let out a light chuckle as you shake your head. “You’re so melodramatic! You and I both know that’s a myth. I promise it won’t kill you. Plus, I heard you jerking it in the shower the other day.”

“Which is no substitute for the real thing, I’ll have you know.”

“I know. I also know I’m hungry and need coffee and we have yet to stock the kitchen here or buy a coffee machine…So, come on, Honey. Stow your blue balls and get up.”

He groans loudly as he flops back down on the bed in defeat. “This is like the chastity vow all over again! All I want to do is make love to my wife, is that really too much to ask?”

You lean over and kiss his lips. “What we need is a proper date night. Leave it with me. We got plenty of friends, I’m sure I can find a babysitter for one night…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The sun is casting a beautiful pink and orange hue over the forest when your family finally returns from another long day shopping, dining out and picking up a few more belongings from the Bunker. Dean, clad in a worn-out plaid shirt and his trademark smirk, takes charge of arranging pots and pans, his culinary expertise evident despite his continued grumbling.

“I can't believe I spent another full day shopping and now am voluntarily ending it in the kitchen. This better be worth it.”

You shake your head and chuckle. Destiny, a bundle of energy despite the long day, eagerly pulls colourful bowls and plates out of the bags, her eyes wide with excitement. The kitchen buzzes with laughter as you and Dean share a glance, appreciating the normalcy of domestic tasks. With her arms overflowing, Destiny waddles into the kitchen as if trying to help. Dean notices her looking lost and rather than chastising her for being in the way or taking the bowls off her, he picks her up so she can reach the overhead cupboards and place the colourful wares inside. 

With all the new purchases in their new home and the kitchen looking more homely, Dean sets about preparing everything he needs to cook up a delicious feast for your first official meal in your new home. He ties on an apron before producing a matching one in a much smaller size. Destiny beams.

Wearing her miniature apron, she stands on a step stool, helping with stirring and mixing the gravy. Dean, despite his initial protests, enjoys the rhythm of chopping vegetables and sizzling pans, surrounded by the warmth of his family. You go about setting the new wooden table on the patio with the colourful plates, cups and cutlery Destiny helped to choose. It looks bright and welcoming, the opposite of everything you’re used to. The one piece of normality is the shotgun Dean leaned up against the corner of the patio, a single line of defence to make him feel more secure in the open space.

Just as Dean’s preparing to bring the food out to you the doorbell rings. Destiny jumps off the stool and pulls off the apron to show off the fancy new dress Dean bought her. It’s long sleeve with flannel designs and a frilly skirt that matches. He thought it was so cute that he couldn’t not buy it. Truly, it surprised you after his earlier whines about the lack of privacy and sex, he really sees Destiny as his little partner in crime during the day and revels in the way she looks up to him (both literally and figuratively).

“Can I get it!” Destiny asks brightly.

Despite being 99% certain of who’s at the door, you insist on going with her just in case. So, while Dean finishes delivering the food to the table you go downstairs with Destiny to get the door.

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[beingliverpool]

Why Old Trafford deja vu??

Manager Jurgen Klopp and his players will wonder how they failed to avenge the FA Cup quarter-final loss here last month as they paid the price for missing numerous chances, having overrun the hosts for long periods.

Liverpool only had a Luis Diaz strike to show for almost total first-half superiority in which they had 15 shots to none from United, whose manager Erik ten Hag was thankful for the visitors' wastefulness and saves from keeper Andre Onana.

[megustaelfutbol2013]

Hablemos de factos

bancan o no bancan ?  💪  💪  💪  Messi = CR7

No hay una respuesta definitiva a quién es mejor Messi o Cristiano Ronaldo, pues depende de los criterios que se usen para compararlos. A nivel deportivo, Messi tiene más capacidad goleadora, más títulos y hace mejores a sus compañeros, mientras que Cristiano Ronaldo es una máquina goleadora, con potencia y velocidad. A nivel económico, Messi tiene una fortuna mayor que Cristiano Ronaldo. A nivel de premios individuales, Cristiano Ronaldo ha ganado dos veces el The Best al mejor jugador, mientras que Messi solo una. Un estudio basado en el valor VAEP, que mide el aporte de cada jugador al resultado del partido, concluyó que Messi es mejor futbolista que Cristiano Ronaldo, queda claro que ambos jugadores han marcado un antes y un después en el futbol, su gran rivalidad ha llevado a cabo un sin fin de estudios polémicas, etc. Aunque los dos han tenido grandes temporadas unas mejores que otras, sin embargo, Lionel Andrés Messi tiene más títulos a nivel individual mientras que el bicho también tiene una gran cantidad de títulos individuales que querría tener cualquier jugador, ninguna estadística deja claro quién es mejor, pero si queda claro de que esta fue y será la mejor rivalidad de la historia del futbol. Like para más Me gusta el bicho en mi opinión personal

Miguel Gallego Andres Cardona

[elijones94]

🐾🦁 Much of my drawings of Scar are based on original drawings by Andres Deja, Scar’s supervising animator. What I find interesting and challenging about drawing Scar is how his overall design is largely based on the physical features of actor Jeremy Irons. Plus, his face is longer and narrower than Mufasa’s. Interestingly, during the movie’s development process, Scar was initially intended to be a rogue lion and be unrelated to Mufasa and Simba.

http://andreasdeja.blogspot.com/2013/07/drawing-lions.html?m=1

[lahija-del-molinero]

republicanos, demócratas, lo mismo 🤦

[nightsidewrestling]

Moodboards 4 the MLB & NWA

(Face Claim: Salma Hayek) Aza De Angel / Azahar Gutiérez: "Tour. Get new outfits. Get better game."

(Face Claim: Theresa Randle / Ronin Givens / Maia Campbell) DJ Deja / Deja Dickson: "Everyone in my life seems to run away, I'm looking for people who'll stay."

(Face Claim: Kellie Williams / Tatyana Ali) Hutch / Esther Hutchinson: "Three things. rage, music and fashion, baby."

(Face Claim: Cameron Diaz / Drew Barrymore) Krystal / Kristine Cobb: "Music is my life. I make it, i sell it, I use it as my emotional release.

(Face Claim: Vanessa Williams / Denise Vasi) Mz Lola / Dolores Park: "Your Skin is your armour, whether it's bronze, porcelain, silver, silver, onyx or golden."

Ice Cube / O'Shea Jackson: "Westside for life, Californian 'till I die."

Dr Dre / Andre Young: "Isn't it funny how everyone who wasn't born in California, wants to be in California?"

Eazy E / Eric Wright: "All these motherfuckers see a million fuckin' postcards and don't see the reality of the world."

MC Ren / Lorenzo Patterson: "Live the high life while you can, fame easily slips away."

DJ Yella / Antoine Carraby: "California is a non-Californian's paradise, and hell for the Californians."

[javidleon]

LOCATION — Deja Brew.

WHO — Maya ( @mayxlee ).

Cradling a sugary coffee that most certainly wasn't helping Javi's headache from the night before, the man sat in one of the corner tables at Deja Brew and prayed for time to slow down. Andres had spent the night with the babysitter, which meant that Javi had taken it upon himself to hit up one of the local bars — which really was a bad idea that he should have seen coming, because now he only had less than an hour before he had to pick his son up again and he was running on cheap tequila, very little sleep and whatever concoction he had in his hand. He was just considering going outside for a cigarette, as if that'd make matters any better, before the bell above the door rang signaling someone's entrance into the café and he instead found himself momentarily glued to his seat. Stunned, just like he had been the first time, he saw Maya approaching the counter to order. There was really no internal debate within himself because once again, before he could put any amount of rational thought into it, he was getting up from his seat and walking over to the counter by the time she was reaching for her wallet to pay. "I got it," he interjected her conversation with the barista. "I'll pay for whatever she's having."

[uterostudio]

"Tu no te detengas ante ningún reto. Y no pases a formar parte de ningún gremio. Que nunca te puedan definir ni encasillar. Que nadie sepa tu nombre y que nadie amparo te dé. Que no accedas a los tejamnes de la celebridad. Si dejas obra, muere tranquilo, confiando en unos pocos amigos. Nunca permitas que te vuelvan persona mayor, hombre respetable. Nunca dejes de ser niño, aunque tengas los ojos en la nuca y se te empiecen a caer los dientes. Tus padres te tuvieron. Que tus padres te alimenten siempre, y págales con mala moneda. A mí qué. Jamás ahorres. Nunca te vuelvas una persona seria. Haz de la irreflexión y de la contradicción tu norma de conducta. Elimina las treguas, recoge tu hogar en el daño, el exceso y la tembladera. Todo es tuyo. A todo tienes derecho y cóbralo caro. No te sientas llanecita nunca Aprende a no perder la vista, a no sucumbir ante la miopía del que vive en la ciudad. Ármate de los sueños para no perder la vista. Olvídate que podrás alcanzar alguna vez lo que llaman “normalidad sexual”, ni esperes que el amor te traiga paz. El sexo es el acto de las tinieblas y el enamoramiento la reunión con los tormentos. Nunca esperes que lograras comprensión con el sexo opuesto. No hay nada más disímil ni menos dado a reconciliación. Tú, practica el miedo, el rapto, la pugna, la violencia, la perversión y la vía anal, si crees que la satisfacción depende de la estrechez y la posición predominante. Si deseas sustraerte a todo comercio sexual, aún mejor. Para el odio que te ha infectado el censor, no hay remedio mejor que el asesinato. Para la timidez, la autodestrucción. A donde mejor se practica el ritmo de la soledad es en los cines. Aprende a sabotear los cines. No accedas al arrepentimiento, ni a la envidia ni al arribismo social. Es preferible bajar, desclasarse; alcanzar, al término de una carrera que no conoció esplendor, la anónima decadencia. Para endurecer la unidad sellada, ensaya dándote contra las tapias. Ni hay momento mas intenso ni angustioso que el despertar de un hombre que madruga. Complica y prolonga este momento, consúmete en el. Agonizaras lentamente y de berrido en berrido enfrentaras los nuevos días Es prudente oír música antes del desayuno. Tú, disimula el olvido. Aprende a contemplar inconmovible toda génesis. Si te tienta la maldad, sucumbe: terminaréis por rodar juntas del mismo brazo. Come de todo lo que sea malo para el hígado: mango viche y hongos y pura sal, y acostúmbrate a amanecer con los gusanos. Créete Ceiba, que también cría parásitos. Tú no te preocupes. Muérete antes que tus padres para librarlos de la espantosa visión de tu vejez. Y encuéntrame allí donde todo es gris y no se sufre. Somos muchas incomunica el dato." ANDRES CAICEDO Que viva la música

[desorden-en-letras]

Deja ese complejo de mecánico, queriendo arreglar siempre a los demás.

-Andre.🎈

[verso-abstracto]

La tristeza no me deja dormir.

-Andre.

[sietemapas]

Cuánto debo alejarme de un elefante | Andre

Ordeno los implementos

de mi espacio de costura

dejo la cinta métrica sobre la mesa

creo necesitarla para medir

cuánto debo alejarme  

para que este elefante que deja caer sus patas 

amenazando con aplastar mi pecho

Desaparezca

Dos metros de distancia, 

     diez metros

cien metros para que parezca sólo un caballo

cien metros más para que parezca un perro

mil metros y es una hormiga

ml metros más una mota de polvo

mil metros 

El vacío 

A veces sólo me alejo demasiado

[kelsijax]

No Words Said 🌻

It was fall, the red, orange and yellow leaves fell from the the brittle trees as a subtle gust of wind blew pass. At the Jung household Soleil, Solaris, Yo-han and the twins Kwasi and Kai all ranging from ages six to ten laughed and giggled as they played in the leaves that Haja and Haru's dad had just racked up earlier that day, played tag and climbed the tree in the backyard.

"Yo-han's it!" Solaris shouted as all the kids ran from the brown haired boy.

"Oh no far!" Yo-han ran trying to tag one of his cousin's or his sister Solaris.

"Yo-han i didn't know you were this slow" Soleil teased the boy, making him come running toward her.

But their games were interrupted by Yo-han and Solaris' mom.

"Kids grandpa's here." Mae shouted, causing all the kids to stop playing and run into the house removing their shoes as they frantically ran through the house looking for their grandpa.

"I found him!" The twins, Kai and Kwasi yelled in unison. Causing them to run toward the front door where they were met with him grinning and kneeling down prepared for their endless cuddles.

"Papa Hope."

"Gramp Jung"

"Grandpa Hobi"

"Papere"

They all shouted as they ran into his arms covering him in hugs and kisses causing him to do the same.

"Nice to see you guys too." He laughed at his adorable grandchildren. "Have you guys been good for your parents?"

"Yes!" They shouted again.

"No you haven't Kai.'' Kwasi said, angering the little boy.

"You haven't either." Kai clapped back at his brother

"Neither of you have, so stop fighting." Their older sister Soleil said making both the boys stop fighting and look at their sister with their arms crossed.

"It's crazy how much they're like Kwan, it's like having two little Kwan's" Mae said to Kwan's wife, Deja who giggles at her sister-in laws comment as.

"Hello Mr. Jung it's nice to finally see you again." Deja said, giving her father in law a long loving hug, as the rest of the in-laws came following behind her.

"Likewise it is a pleasure to see you again, Miss. Deja."

"It has been a while Mr. Jung, how's everything going?" Mason, Mae's husband, added, shaking Hoseok's hand.

"It's been going." Hoseok shook Mason's hand.

"Did I hear that Mr. Jung was in the house?" Andre, Hye-mi's husband, said coming out of the kitchen with a huge smile on his face.

"The one and only," Hoseok laughed.

"When do we get in on some of this action?" Mae asked

"Right he turned to mister popular and just kicked us to the curb." Hye-mi joked.

"Oh you know I would never. How are my princesses doing?" He opened his arms as his daughters came up hugging him.

"Good, how was it traveling by yourself you know with mom gone and everything, did you make it around okay?" Hye-mi asked.

"It was fine. I got a little lost and confused along the way but I made it." Hoseok answered.

"See, I knew we should have gotten you a chaperon when buying your ticket." Hye-mi said looking over at her husband who told her not to.

"Hye-mi your dad was fine he made it all in one piece, no harm done, because he's a rock" Andre said making Hoseok chuckle a little. "Without anyone's help."

"But you know you should have called, we could have came and got you from the airport." Deja said to which his daughters and son in laws agreed to.

"You guys act like I'm old and brittle, I can take care of myself like Andre said I'm a rock."

"Fine, I'll let it pass this once but next time I'm taking control." Hye-mi said, crossing her arms.

"Hye-mi why do you have to always take control, I'm fine taking care of myself." Hoseok argued.

"Because with mom not around someone has to look after you." Hye-mi said.

"Speaking of mom, I can't believe she's not here" Mason said.

"Yeah it's really sad, I was looking forward to seeing her" Deja agreed.

"I can't believe this is gonna be our first Thanksgiving without her," Mae said with a sad tone.

"Oh stop it, you know she wouldn't want you moping around like that. It's Thanksgiving we're supposed to be happy and thankful." Hoseok said. "Now where's the food? And your brother? It's been offly quiet" He said, trying to lighten the mood and not think about his wife.

"The food isn't done yet. Hye-Mi, Deja and I were just finishing up everything and Kwan and I just left." Mae said.

"What do you mean he left?" Hoseok asked.

"He just dropped us off saying he had to do something then he left." Deja said. "He got a call and said it was urgent.".

"Well that just gives me more time to spend with my wonderful grandkids." Hoseok smiled, finally turning his attention back to the children, picking up Kai and Kwasi, the youngest of the group.

"Yay," they all said as the others followed their grandfather into the family room along with Mason and Andre. "So what do you guys wanna do?" Hoseok asked them as he sat in the lounge chair with Kai and Kwasi sat on his lap and the kids sat around him.

"Let's watch a movie!" Soleil suggested.

"No hide n seek." Kwasi

"No, let's play Jegichagi!" Kai shouted.

"No, one wants to play Jegichagi" Kwasi said causing Kai to pinch him.

"If you guys keep fighting or I'm telling mom." Soleil said, making the boy instantly stop. "Be big kids."

"Seems like you have to break up a lot of fights." Hoseok chuckled at the control she had over her brother's, reminding him of his own sister.

"Yeah, it's ridiculous." The nine year old girl said, making Mason and Andre laugh slightly at her comment.

"Papa Hope I have an idea," Yo-han said, bringing everyone's attention back to the main point.

"Spill it." Hoseok ushered the boy.

"Can you tell us about grandma since she is not here. We should celebrate her." Yo-han said.

"That's a great idea Yo-han." Said the oldest grandchildren, Haru, as his sister Haja followed behind him as they came into the family room. "You've never told us about how you met grandma."

"So y'all have finally decided to make your grand appearance." Their dad Andre said.

"Well if somebody would have told us Hal-abeoji Jung was here we would have come down a long time ago." Haja said, walking over to hug her grandpa with Haru following in suit. Hoseok hugged them as they hugged him tightly. "Do you guys really wanna know about me and grandma's youth?"

"Yeah." The kids, including Mason and Andre, said wanting to know how the Jung family came to be.

"But I wanted to play Jegichagi." Kai pouted.

"We still can after the others hear the story." Hoseok said.

"You promise?" Kai

"Of course bug," Hoseok confirmed, slightly pinching Kai's cheek making him smile.

"But I wanted to play hide n seek" Kwasi said feeling a little jealous about how much attention his brother was getting.

"We can play that too." Hoseok kissed the boy's forehead. "So where should I start?"

"How did you guys meet? Was it love at first sight? Enemies to lovers? Or was it like a love triangle type of thing?" Haja asked.

"Haja you really need to stop reading fanfiction. This is real life." Haru said bring Haja back into reality.

"Can't a girl dream." Haja said irritated.

"Well I can tell you there wasn't a love triangle and we weren't enemies but as for the love at first sight I guess you could say that but it was all one sided." House interrupted.

"What do you mean?" Solaris asked.

"Your grandmother worked at the library with her Aunt Mae and I was captivated by your grandmother's beauty before I knew anything about her.

"Eww" Kai and Kwasi commented, making Soleil glare at them.

"You guys met in a library?" Yo-han asked.

"Wait but why did you even get to America?" Soleil asked.

"You guys are asking for a lot so get comfortable because this is gonna be a long." Hoseok said getting comfortable in the chair.

"See your grandmother was a complicated soul, she craved freedom but wanted security. Her unorthodox personality is what was special about her. She could light up any room she stepped in and all would be captivated. It all started in the year 1969..........."