#baby de almeida

[northsoulss]

i think i need someone older - elisa de almeida

(a/n: for @moonystoes & @oceangalore , both of you inspired me to write this smutty fic. (that one edit that you two went nuts over lmao.) hope you enjoy some spicy scenes!! <3 xoxo)

inspired by this ->

smut below the cut! minors interact with caution!

a few years ago, as you were sulking in paris having recently been dumped by your ex girlfriend of a few years, you were swiping on tinder when you came across elisa. you immediately intrigued by her the moment you saw her. she was around 6 years older than you, but you didn’t care. she looked gorgeous and had pretty eyes, and hopefully treated you better than your ex. that was all that mattered to you at the time.

when you eventually got to meeting her after a bit of back and forth of texting, you were instantly enamoured by her. after a few months, of casual dates, she finally popped the question and you two have been dating ever since. she treated you like a queen, and you loved everything about her. unlike normal couples, you two were both a bit secretive about your jobs, not fully disclosing the exact details. however, this backfired on you the day you had to head over and meet your new team.

you dated her for a few months, just as you left your previous team to join psg, you came to the awkward realisation in the morning of your first training when you saw her getting dressed as well. this was the result of you never asking her explicitly what she did for a living, and she didn’t ask you. the first training was extremely awkward — you remember fidgeting around, realising that elisa was your coach. you took in her authoritative tone of voice, one that you never heard from her. the elisa you knew was gentle, and goofy. yes, she was serious when she had to be, but never like this.

“hello girls, we have a new addition to our team who came from __. please welcome her with open arms!” you saw a few familiar faces, but that did not help overcome the shock that came with the realisation that elisa was coach.

when training ended, you made sure to leave the last, making sure no one saw you go home with elisa. “babe, you never told me you were a football coach. my football coach!” that was the first thing you said to her the moment you sat in her car, surprised she was so calm about this.

“you never told me you signed on for the team i’m coaching.” she adds, helping you wear you seatbelt. she pauses for a moment, her face inches away from yours, before teasing, “at least i get to see you work out everyday now.” she pecks your cheek and sits back, leaving you flustered.

despite coming with perks of seeing her at work everyday, there were many cons to her being your coach. for one, she has to make sure to not spend all her attention on you. you remember distinctively that she told you once on the way back home, “listen baby, you’re not my girlfriend on the pitch okay? you’re my star player, nothing else, no strings attached.” being the two mature women that you were, you agreed, respecting the player and coach dynamic on the pitch. it was difficult to not call her “babe”, or “amor”, but overtime, you got used to it, even calling her “coach” sometimes at home to mess with her.

today however, was the day where the lines between girlfriend and coach blurred, and you were willing to take a risk with her.

you needed her, so incredibly badly.

you weren’t exactly sure why you did, but you just wanted her to yourself. you had your eyes on her the entire training session, watching her every move, from her arms that flexed when carrying weights for a demo, to her lips, that moved fluidly whenever she spoke about corrections that your team had to make.

“alright, that’s it for today. remember what i told you about your footing!” with that, your team mates began to slowly flood out of the changing room. normally you would follow suit, but today, you lingered behind. you wanted to pounce onto her the moment you two were together, but you had a conscience. you weren’t going to just do it in where everyone could see. so, you decided to do the next best thing.

when you saw her alone in the training room, back facing you just after all your mates left, you walked over quickly to were she was scribbling down some notes for tomorrow’s training. you took a quick glance at her side profile — her brows furrowed with concentration, her tongue slightly poking out at the corner of her lips, eyes narrowed at the note pad. you brace yourself for what you were about to do, expelling a breath of air before performing your trick. walking past her, you drop your towel, walking backwards so that your ass was up against her pelvis.

“what are you-“ her sentence gets cut off when her breath hitches, feeling you against her. bending down, you made sure to linger in that pose for a while, purposefully leaning into her, dragging your body against hers. you felt her hands dig into your hip, a warning glare sent your way when you gave her an innocent shrug.

“what do you think you’re doing.” she asks, her tone anything but nice. the plan is in action.

“sorry coach, i just dropped my towel.” you say with a smirk. her mouth thins into a line, her expression warning.

“mmhm. just meet me in the car, __.” she says, sighing whilst leaving quickly. you were afraid you might have pushed it too far this time, but the excitement that was coursing through you clouded your judgment entirely.

the ride back home was silent, elisa had her eyes trained to the road, her hand practically on your core. the more you squirmed, the harder she pressed her fingers into you, your breathing becoming ragged. the only reason why you pulled that stunt of purposefully bending down in front of her was just so that she would pay attention to you. you knew it wasn’t fair to ask that of her, especially since she was the coach of your team. you just couldn’t help yourself, she was your girlfriend after all.

“what was that little trick you did today?” that was the first thing she said when you two walked through the door, you breath hitching at her authoritative tone. she looks at you, but you refused to meet eyes with her, knowing that if you do, you would fall to your knees, begging for her to fuck you.

“what trick?” you paid no attention to her — you where treading dangerous waters, but you didn’t care. you wanted her riled up. you wanted her to put you in your place.

“oh don’t play dumb. you didn’t think you would get away with it did you?” she inches closer, and you move away, putting away your things in the bedroom.

“oh, but i didn’t do anything wrong, coach elisa. all i did was pick something up.” you batt your eyes at her, looking up at her through your lashes.

“what if someone saw us? i could get fired from my job.” she counters, hand reaching up to grab your chin. you felt a wetness pool in your core; your plan was working.

“then we’ll just be careful. you know how to play it safe, don’t you, coach?”you knew she couldn’t resist any further, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips.

“you’re going to be the death of me.” she states exasperated, and yet she had a smile on her face.

“take your clothes off, now.” she demands, eyes a deeper shade of hazel, every move she made screamed that she was in control. you quickly stripped, leaving you naked, and she fully clothed. she moves closer, each step she took foward, you took one step back, until the back of your knees hit the bed. pushing you onto the mattress, she crawls over to you, taking your knee and pulling you under her. she sat right above your clit, every movement she made caused a groan to rise in your throat.

the eye contact was intense, her eyes the boring into yours, reading your every move, she knew your body better than anyone else, knowing that when your breath hitches or speeds up, she’s doing the right thing.

as her hands trial up your body, her fingers drawings soft lines on your inner thighs, drawing dangerously close to where you need her. she doesn’t give you what you want though, hands moving away from your lower body.

“eli, please.” you whine out, but a strangled noise escapes your lips when you feel her knee pressing against your core. as you try to move to create some friction, her other hand holds your hip down, a sly smile on her face. she

“oh, you’re not in control now.” she leans in, her lips ghosting yours. “i am, mon amor.” her other hand caressing your face, thumb dragging your bottom lip down, causing your mouth to go slack. she loved having you like this, below her and completely dazed, at her disposal.

she trials her fingers up your chest, hands pinching and massaging each breast, causing soft whines to escape your lips. elisa moves at a painfully slow pace, her lips now sucking your nipples, tongue wrapping around each nub, swirling and lapping at it; teeth grasping it lightly, and pulling away with a pop. she looked glorious, her lips were swollen and pink, with a light sheen of saliva on her chin. you pull her by the neck towards you, lips crashing in a way that made you wish you went against her wishes more often.

“i want you, to ride my abs.”she breathed out between sloppy kisses, yanking off her shirt, her upper body only covered in her shorts bra. flipping you two around, she made you sit on top of her abs, your bare body on display for her to see. her eyes grazed your body, stripping you for whatever dignity you had left. you gulped, no words coming out from your mouth at her sudden dominance.

“you’re okay with this?” she quietly asks, eyes softening for a second to scan for any signs of discomfort. you pecked her cheek and nodded, the sweet smile on her face soon replaced with a devilish grin. you began to rock back and forth, every inch of her skin providing delicious friction to your cunt. your moans echoed through the walls of your bedroom, her eyes watching you get off on her. be it from the way your breasts bounced as you rocked yourself against her, to the way your legs trembled ever do slightly whenever she flexed harder beneath you.

god, you were gorgeous. your breath ragged, your skin flushed pink with hickeys littered all over your body, you were hers, all hers.

you could feel yourself on the brink of release, tightness building up at the bottom of your stomach. “i’m coming.” you whimper, hands coming up to grope your breasts to try and make yourself finish faster. you press yourself harder against her, and elisa feels herself become wet.

“do it baby, all for me.” with that, you came, moans spilled from your mouth, causing you to slump against her chest. she brushed your fringe out of your eyes, a gentle hand resting on your back.

“don’t think i’m done with you, miss star player.” she picks up your chin, a knowing look in her eyes.

“what?” you say, slightly disoriented from your orgasm, but from the way she undresses, you knew exactly what she wanted. moving yourself further down her body, you trialed hickeys down her body, sucking harder on the spot next to her cunt. a soft groan left her lips, her eyes closed with pleasure.

you make a silent plea for her to let you give her head, taking her finger and sucking it in your mouth. your tongue swirls around her digit, but stop when she opens your mouth and presses her finger against your tongue and lips. she watches and your eyes droop, you mouth something that sounds like face, but it’s muffled because of her fingers in your mouth. she smirks, removing her fingers from your mouth and using them to circle her clit, watching your eager eyes dance along her folds which are fluttering and wet.

“feeling okay?” she asks quickly, and you nod, heart fluttering at her warmth. you move closer, face practically pressed into her cunt. you lick a fat stripe down her core, feeling her precum coating your face already. she gasps and grabs your head, her fingers digging into your scalp. your hand reaches up to flick her clit, sending waves of pleasure that sent elisa into overdrive. as you continue to give elisa head, her thighs started to slowly clamping against your head, but you force them open, each hand on her inner thighs. she grinds up onto your face, your nose pushing against her clit, her body bouncing against your lips and your tongue moving in and out of her hole mercilessly.

the more you suck on her clit, the harder she grips your hair, causing you to moan into her. “don’t stop.” you needed no more encouragement, sucking roughly on her, your fingers now working on fucking her cunt. she finishes with a soft moan, her cum soaking your face. you were quick to lap her up, watching her come down from her high. you laid your chin on her stomach, looking at the way her chest rose and fell, her face full of fucked out pleasure.

“round two?” she asks while her eyes are still closed, smiling when she feels you press a kiss against her knee. you only grin back, pressing another soft kiss against her lips. “round two.”

©️northsoulss 2024, all rights reserved.

[maxsimagination]

woso 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

SAM KERR

• baby fever

• good girl 18+

STEPH CATLEY

• strawberry kisses

• my person

• miscommunication

CHARLI GRANT

• welcome home

KATRINA GORRY

• second mum

LUCY BRONZE

• that’s my girl

• oblivious

• sexy little number 18+

• silly girl

• bugs

MARY FOWLER

• surprise

KYRA COONEY-CROSS

• finally

MACKENZIE ARNOLD

• brick wall

• countertop 18+

• restraints 18+

ALANNA KENNEDY

• card games

• my protector

• sneaky, sneaky 18+

• we did it

CAITLIN FOORD

• i’m better than him

KATIE MCCABE

• katie mccard

• swapping shirts 18+

HAYLEY RASO

• long time, no see

• don’t touch her

GURO REITEN

• jealousy, jealousy

MAPI LEON

• tourgide I • tourgide II

• love story

• unexpected 18+

• catch me if you can 18+

PATRI GUIJARRO

• what friends are for

ONA BATLLE

• rumour has it

CLAUDIA PINA

• pina colada

• mi bebe

• beach day

ALEXIA PUTELLAS

• la reina

• stop teasing me 18+

LAUREN HEMP

• coming out I • coming out II

ELISA DE ALMEIDA

• celebrations 18+

• pushing limits 18+

AITANA BONMATI

• water fight

SAKINA KARCHAOUI

• hugs and kisses

KIM LITTLE

• secret family

• just a baby

• seven minutes in heaven 18+

IRENE PAREDES

• catch me if you can 18+

• sit back and relax 18+

JESSIE FLEMING

• bad day

• phobia

MILLIE BRIGHT

• first time 18+

LEAH WILLIAMSON

• you belong to me 18+

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[benoftheweekk]

Ben De Almeida: *turns on the screen* “Heyyyy mamas! Welcome back to THE DRAMA MAMA PODCAST! I’m here with my…”

Jazzy Anne: “Girlfriend.”

Ben De Almeida: “WHAT?!”

Jazzy Anne: *laughs* “Yeahhh a ‘girl’ that’s a ‘friend’, bozo.”

Ben De Almeida: *deadpan* "Dude, are you fucking kidding me?" He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his loose messy curls, the corners of his mouth quirking up slightly. "This is what I deal with on a daily basis.”

Jazzy Anne: "What? A little bit of reality thrown into the mix?" She winked playfully. "So, you wanna get started with these Qs or do you need a moment to recover from the shock of me being a 'girl'?"

Ben De Almeida: "Oh, I'm fine. Just keeping the drama meter at a steady 100." He glanced over at Jazzy, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "But yeah, let's kick this off. First question: How tall are we?"

Jazzy Anne: “Dude, I’ll answer for Ben, he’s 4’2.”

Ben De Almeida: *rolls his eyes* "Very funny, Jazzy. But seriously, folks, I'm 6 feet of pure comedy genius. Jazzy’s like 2’3”

Jazzy Anne: She giggled, her dark curly hair bobbing around her shoulders as she leaned closer to the camera. "Okay, okay, let's keep it real. I'm actually 5'4" which is the perfect height to kick Ben's ass”

Ben De Almeida: “I’m pretty sure you’re like 5’1-“

Jazzy Anne: Her laughter was infectious as she swiftly raised a hand to cover Ben’s mouth, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “ANYWAYS!” she exclaimed, cutting him off mid-sentence. The touch was gentle, almost tender, but the message was clear: she was ready to pivot to the next question with the kind of glee that comes from knowing you’re about to stir the pot. “This one’s for you, Mr. De Almeida. It says: ‘Why the flip is Ben so fine? 🔥” “The fuck- that is SO not true.”

Ben De Almeida: *swats her hand away playfully* "Alright, alright, keep it PG-13, Jazzy. Geez." He pretended to be offended, his cheeks flushing slightly, the blush standing out against his fair skin. "But if we're going there, I guess I can't complain." He leaned closer to the camera, adopting a serious tone. "It's all about the genetics, baby. And a strict diet of crazy." His goofy smile returned as he winked at the audience, clearly enjoying the playful banter.

Jazzy Anne: "You guys should be asking me that, not this dude.”

Ben De Almeida: “Oh really? And why’s that?” He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest, a smug look playing on his face.

Jazzy Anne: “Shut up- never mind.”

Ben De Almeida: Ben couldn't help but chuckle at Jazzy's attempt to redirect the compliment. He knew she had a fiery personality and wasn't one to shy away from a good roast, but there was something endearing about her feigned humility that always got to him. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight, and folded his arms across his chest, watching her with a playful smile. "Alright, Jazzy," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Let's hear it. Why are you so fine?"

Jazzy Anne: “Cause I am. Shit that sounded cringe.”

Ben De Almeida: *laughs* "No, no, it's not cringe. It's just... you're adorable when you try to be modest."

Jazzy Anne: *slightly blushes* “quit flirting, there are children watching.”

Ben De Almeida: *laughs* “ok ok. Next question says: Are we dating?”

Jazzy Anne: Jazzy’s cheeks grew a shade darker, the blush spreading like wildfire across her fair skin. She rolled her eyes, but the playful smile remained. "Well… yes, in fact we’re thinking of getting engaged and having 6 kids.”

Ben De Almeida: "Hold up," Ben said, his smile widening into a full-on grin. "Six? That's a lot of little De Almeida's running around." He leaned in closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Jazzy Anne: “No stupid, I’m just faking that dating shit cause I like seeing these kids get their hopes up.” *smirks*

Ben De Almeida: Ben couldn't help but laugh out loud at Jazzy's antics. She had a way of saying things that made even the most absurd situations seem plausible. He leaned in, his eyes dancing with amusement. "You know what they say, Jazzy," he began, "fake it till you make it." His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of something more beneath the surface, something that suggested maybe he wouldn't mind if their friendship turned into something more. He glanced at the next question, his grin never fading. "Alright, next one. What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?"

Jazzy Anne: “Ohhh! I actually know! The first time me and Ben met, I thought he was kinda cute but know I realized that he’s only thinks he’s cute.”

Ben De Almeida: “Hey! now, that's low blow, Jazzy. Besides, I've seen your awkward fan encounters”

Jazzy Anne: *giggles* “I’m kidding, you’re… wellllll cute but not in a weird way but like cute and not cute at the same time but also… I guess cute? B-but not cute in that way!”

Ben De Almeida: Ben couldn't help but laugh at Jazzy's attempt to backpedal. Her cheeks had turned a lovely shade of pink, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through his chest. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Wow, thanks for the clarification, Jazzy," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "But, for real, let's talk about that first meeting. You practically tripped over your own feet when you saw me." He paused, the memory playing out in his mind. "I thought you were going to faceplant right into the floor."

Jazzy Anne: "That's not true!" Jazzy protested, her voice rising an octave. "You're just making that up to make me look bad." She pretended to be offended, her chocolate eyes glaring at Ben, but the smile playing at her lips gave her away. She couldn't help but think back to that fateful encounter, her heart racing as she had tried to play it cool.

Ben De Almeida: "Oh, come on, you know I've got it on video. You can't deny the evidence." Ben chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He leaned back in his chair, his hand hovering over the laptop keyboard. "Should I pull it up for everyone to see?" The tease in his voice was palpable, and he couldn't resist the urge to poke fun at Jazzy's expense.

Jazzy Anne: *jumps on him* “NO! STOP!”

Ben De Almeida: *laughs, caught off guard* "Okay, okay, I'll spare you the embarrassment this time," he said, holding his hands up in surrender. As Jazzy settled back into her chair, he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement from her playful assault. It was moments like these that made their friendship feel like something more. He cleared his throat and moved on to the next question. "Alright, let's keep it moving. Who's your celebrity crush?"

Jazzy Anne: “Me.”

Ben De Almeida: “Very original, Jazzy. But if you had to pick someone else, who would it be?”

Jazzy Anne: “OHHHH! IT’D HAVE to be this one guy I saw on YouTube, his name’s Benoftheweek, I think.”

Ben De Almeida: *rolls his eyes dramatically* "Well, isn't that just the most convenient crush you've ever had?"

Jazzy Anne: *smirk* “why’s that?”

Ben De Almeida: Ben couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled up from his chest. He knew Jazzy was full of surprises, and her unabashed flirting was one of the many things he enjoyed about their dynamic. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering on her playful smirk. "Because he sounds like a real catch," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I mean, he's obviously got great taste in podcasts, so he must be a real keeper." He winked at her, his heart racing just a little bit faster. There was something about the way she could make him feel like the only person in the room that he found utterly captivating. "But seriously, if you're going to crush on someone, at least pick someone who doesn't live in our comment section."

Jazzy Anne: “Honestly…. I don’t think I actually have one.”

Ben De Almeida: Ben's eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening with surprise. "Really?" he said, leaning closer to the camera. "No celebrity crush at all?" He paused, his gaze lingering on Jazzy, watching for any sign that she was joking. Her expression remained steadfast, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. He'd been so sure she'd say something ridiculous, something that would keep the banter going. But instead, she was being... serious? He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the sudden shift in mood. "Well, that's refreshing, I guess." He leaned back in his chair, his mind racing to think of how to keep the energy up. “Mine’s this one hot chick who’s a Youtuber and she’s got this handsome friend called Benjamin De Almeida.”

Jazzy Anne: Jazzy rolled her eyes, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier exchange. "You're so full of it," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Isn’t it Zendaya? You have like a life size cut out.”

Ben De Almeida: Ben's eyes widened in feigned horror. "What? No way!" He leaned closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Jazzy's trying to blow my cover!" He paused for dramatic effect before his grin spread wide again. "But in all seriousness, I think we should focus on the real crushes here." He nodded towards the camera, winking. "Our lovely audience."

Jazzy Anne: “Next question is… Oh come on!” *sigh* “Have you guys kissed?”

Ben De Almeida: *laughs* “Well…”

Jazzy Anne: Jazzy's eyes lit up with mischief as she leaned into the microphone, her voice dropping to a whisper that was barely audible over the sound of her own laughter. "What?”

Ben De Almeida: “Remember when we kissed?” *snickering*

Jazzy Anne: “WHAT?! WE KISSED?!”

Ben De Almeida: “Yeah!” *bursts out laughing*

Jazzy Anne: *swats at him* “You’re such an idiot, Ben!” Her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and amusement. “When?!”

Ben De Almeida: “At-At the Disney after party.” *laughing*

Jazzy Anne: “Oh my god.” *laughs* “Wait that makes sense! Yeahhh.”

Ben De Almeida: “Yeah it was like a peck, you were walking around and going like: hEy cAn i hAvE a fUcKiNg KiSss??” *laughing* “i can’t say it without laughing, I think you were like drunk.”

Jazzy Anne: Jazzy Anne's eyes widened, her laughter turning into a playful gasp as she slapped Ben's arm lightly. "You're terrible!" she exclaimed, trying to keep her composure. The memory of that night at the Disney after party came flooding back, the neon lights. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving Ben's. "Okay, okay," she said, her voice still tinged with laughter. "Maybe I was feeling a little... frisky that night." She bit her lip, the mischief in her gaze growing stronger. "But, if I remember correctly, you didn't exactly push me away."

Ben De Almeida: Ben De Almeida couldn't help but laugh harder at the recollection, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he watched Jazzy's playful reaction. The memory was hazy, admittedly, but he had a pretty good idea of what had transpired that night. The energy between them had been palpable, a dance of flirty glances and accidental touches that had culminated in that one, slightly awkward but undeniably real kiss. He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks reddening. "Well, when a girl like you comes at me with that kind of enthusiasm, what's a guy to do?" He leaned closer to the microphone, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides, I might have had a little bit of liquid courage myself." He winked, the tension in the room thickening just a touch as their eyes met. The air was charged with something more than just friendship, and Ben couldn't ignore the way his heart was racing. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat, focusing on the screen. "Alright, let's get back to it before we get too distracted." He scanned the next question with a grin. "What's the weirdest thing a fan has ever asked you?"

Jazzy Anne: “No kidding, a fan has legit asked me to adopt them and that was some of the weirdest shit I’ve seen.”

Ben De Almeida: Ben's laughter echoed through the room as he slapped the table, his eyes watering. "Adopt them?!" he exclaimed. "What did you say?"

Jazzy Anne: “I didn’t even know what to say so I left them on read.”

Ben De Almeida: *laughing* "You can't just leave a kid hanging like that, Jazzy!"

Jazzy Anne: Jazzy Anne couldn't help but laugh along with Ben, the absurdity of the situation, “Could you imagine me as a mom? It’s gonna start world war 3.”

Ben De Almeida: Ben's laughter subsided, and he wiped the tears from his eyes. "Yeah," he said, his voice still shaking with amusement. "You'd probably forget to feed them or something." His eyes glanced over the next question on the screen, and his expression grew thoughtful. 

Jazzy Anne: “Why does this question say: Hey Ben, big fan but you’re acting kinda sus, in this one video you made called Omegle but in real life, at minute 4:43 when that guy asked have you ever looked at a female with lust in your heart? You  said yes and looked at Jazzy Anne with a creepy ass grin. Luv your videos.”

Ben De Almeida: Ben De Almeida's eyes widened as he stared at the screen, his cheeks growing redder by the second. "Oh, that one," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heart pounding in his chest. “Shit, why are these guys always pointing out this stuff?” He looked over at Jazzy, his eyes darting back and forth as if trying to gauge her reaction. "Okay, so, that was totally taken out of context."

Jazzy Anne: Jazzy's laughter subsided into a knowing smile as she leaned back in her chair, her dark curly hair framing her flushed face. She crossed her arms, tapping her foot against the floor with anticipation. "Tell me more," she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "I'm all ears."

Ben De Almeida: "Okay, okay," Ben began, his own smile growing a bit more nervous. "So, it was just a bit for the video, you know? I was in character." He paused, trying to read the room, his eyes darting to Jazzy's reaction. "It's not like I actually... you know..." His voice trailed off as he realized he was digging himself deeper. “I should just shut up right now, I ain’t getting cancelled today.”

Jazzy Anne: Jazzy Anne’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched Ben squirm. She knew he was just trying to keep the podcast entertaining, but she couldn’t resist poking fun at his discomfort. "Oh, so it's just a character," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She leaned in closer to him, her coarse dark curls brushing against his arm. "So, what does that say about your true feelings, Mr. De Almeida?" Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of actual discomfort, but all she found was his usual playfulness. She leaned back, her own smile never wavering. "I'll take that as a compliment, though."

Ben De Almeida: Ben De Almeida felt a warmth spread through his cheeks as Jazzy's eyes locked onto his. He knew she was just playing along, but the way she said it made his heart skip a beat. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Well, if you want the truth," he began, his voice a little shaky, "I think you're pretty amazing." He paused, watching her reaction closely. "But you already know that," he added with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. He picked up his phone, pretending to scroll through his social media. "Next question. Why is Jazzy Anne so sus?”

Jazzy Anne: “BRO! WHAT DID I DO?!”

Ben De Almeida: *chuckles* “I can answer this, the first time we both met, Jazzy actually had this big fat crush on me and she used to keep stalking me and DMing me.”

Jazzy Anne: “That is a lie! You’re just trying to make yourself seem cooler than you actually are!” She laughs, her cheeks rosy with the playful banter.

Ben De Almeida: “Ohh? So you think I am cool?”

Jazzy Anne: “Well, not anymore, Mr. I-have-a-stalker. You’ve lost all your cool points.”

Ben De Almeida: “Shit… ok guys! That’s gonna be the end of this podcast episode! Now I’m gonna take Jazzy on a date!“

Jazzy Anne: “Wait wha-“

Ben De Almeida: “BYE!”

OH MY GOD THIS IS HISTORIC

[hyperfixationsstation]

I obviously respect her faith in Christianity but there should be a limit when it comes to your beliefs and harming people. Also the fact that she's a TRUMP supporter is what really made me annoyed. Because this isn't about her weird demons crap, it's about the fact this is not only harmful to gay people but for pocs, immigrants, Muslims, WOMEN (like you're a girl what are you doing voting for the man that will literally take your rights).

That whole trans/gay video is crazy, like girl if you have weird beliefs like 'praying out the gay' then keep it to yourself, especially when so many players in her team are gay. I started giggling at the whole 'elisa de almeida' jokes people on Twitter are making right now, but I really wonder what the whole squad is feeling rn.

I don't want to compare but you can look at Sakina, she's Muslim and even when Islam is clearly against homosexuality she doesn't go and repost crazy things like this. I don't know if sakina is 'homophobic', but what matters is that she has respect for her teammates that are gay and obviously doesn't spread hate on other communities that aren't on the same page as her. She even posed and congratulated Picaud on her baby, Korbin didn't even comment on that post and I don't know if she hadn't seen it or is she just disgusted by the gays.

Anyways I just wanted to rant thanks x

yeah this is what i just dont get like you’re just fake as fuck bc she’s like besties with elisa i definitely could not feel comfortable after seeing all of that

[nikos-xfs]

Lasar Segall, Retrato de Baby de Almeida, 1927

[ilovethepayne]

De Almeida, my baby 😭

[ntgospel]

Weslei Santos lança versão em português de ''If I Got Jesus'', de Ben Fuller

Confira a novidade em https://ntgospel.com/musica-gospel/weslei-santos-lanca-versao-em-portugues-de-if-i-got-jesus-de-ben-fuller

Weslei Santos lança versão em português de ''If I Got Jesus'', de Ben Fuller

O cantor e compositor Weslei Santos apresenta a versão em português da música “If I Got Jesus”, sucesso nas redes sociais. A faixa, que já acumula mais de 236 mil criações em plataformas de vídeos curtos no Brasil, foi traduzida e produzida pelo próprio artista. Seguindo a tendência high power, com melodia solar e enérgica, a canção fala sobre ter tudo preciso em Jesus.

“É uma declaração pública da nossa necessidade por Jesus. Não precisamos das outras coisas. Já nos apegamos a caminhos, amigos, bens que não deram certo. Nessa canção, deixamos muito claro que, se temos a Jesus, de nada mais precisamos. É uma música que relata a dependência por Ele”, compartilha Weslei Santos.

“Se Eu Tenho a Jesus” chega na esteira do projeto audiovisual “Doxologia”, que mostrou o talento multifacetado do artista em seis faixas. Registrado no estúdio Sonastério, em Minas Gerais, o trabalho apresentou canções como “O Senhor do Tempo”, com Sarah Beatriz, e a faixa-título, em parceria com o duo AMÉM. O projeto mostrou todos os lados de Weslei: como artista, produtor musical, compositor e músico. Os instrumentos das canções foram todos gravados por ele, exceto as guitarras e os violinos.

Confira o lançamento de Weslei Santos:

Ouça também em sua plataforma de streaming favorita: https://smb.lnk.to/SeEuTenhoAJesus

Weslei Santos

Quem passou a conhecer Weslei Santos a partir de sua participação como um dos vocalistas do projeto Preto no Branco, pode imaginar que o jovem cantor foi apenas mais uma revelação na música gospel dos últimos anos. No entanto, engana-se quem pensa que o mineiro tem pouco tempo de estrada na música. Já aos 16 anos, ingressou no Conservatório Brasileiro de Música, em Manhumirim, Minas Gerais. Antes disso, dedicava-se aos estudos de bateria, seu primeiro instrumento, que logo perdeu espaço para o teclado e, posteriormente, para o canto.

Weslei Santos trabalhou junto a artistas renomados como instrumentista e vocalista, integrando as bandas de nomes como Baby do Brasil, Carlinhos Félix, Marcos Almeida, Lorena Chaves, Fernanda Brum, Kleber Lucas, entre outros. De 2011 a 2014, esteve à frente da banda Horanona e ali começou a se destacar, sendo inclusive convidado a integrar o projeto Preto no Branco, onde esteve de 2014 a 2018. No fim de 2018, passou a seguir carreira solo e assinou contrato com a gravadora Sony Music.

Com o lançamento de seu primeiro projeto solo, em 2019, intitulado “Pra Todo Mundo Cantar”, deu mais um passo seguro em sua carreira de sucesso, além de reconhecimento por parte do público, classe artística, mídia e mercado. O trabalho contou com participações especiais de Gabi Sampaio, Mauro Henrique e Kemuel. Daí para frente, Weslei lançou EPs e singles, culminando em seu mais recente álbum, “Doxologia”.

[onabat11e]

okay baby i'll describe a little about myself 😘 well im about 5 foot tall, just a year younger than you, short hair (think like elisa de almeida's) and im quite extroverted around people im close to but get super shy around strangers.

well lucky for you i like cooking and i love love baking so i'll make cook for you and bake delicious desserts for you 🫶, you can do the cleaning if you want idm

5ft?! tiny 😭 i’m 5ft6.5 (or 169cm, same height as mapi león) but i lowkey wish i was tallerrr. i’ve been growing my hair out from a skinfade for about a year and a half now but im considering getting an undercut because the shorter bits annoy me

i’m the same around new people but if i get comfortable around them, i do not shut up

if you had to choose a signature dish to cook/bake, what would you choose?

[moonystoes]

[northsoulss]

taller than you - elisa de almeida

(a/n: just a short one!!)

you remember when you first met elisa, you were in awe of her height and her overall presence. being a more masculine and taller woman was one of the many traits that drew you to her. however, being the taller one in the relationship, despite it coming with perks — youre always asking her to take things for you, there are some cons, like how she always uses you as an arm rest just to piss you off, or holds an arm on your chest to prevent you from tackling her.

when you were complaining to a friend one day about her antics, she suggested to buy platform heels to give elisa a taste of her own medicine. you agreed almost immediately, face full of glee when your heels came in a parcel the next day. elisa looked at you weirdly as you skipped over to the door like you were receiving a gift on christmas day. you shut the door the moment the parcel landed on your hands, and you made quick work on tearing the box apart.

there in all it’s glory was platform 5 inch pumps that would definitely make your feet ache if you tried walking in it. slipping it on, you crept over to where elisa stood, her back facing you making a cup of tea.

“hi baby.” you leaned against the kitchen entrance like a cheesy romcom lead, winking at her with as much charisma that you could muster.

her jaw drops, taking in your much taller frame. you towered over her, so much so that you could finally place an arm on her shoulder. “how’s the air down there?” you say, pretending you couldn’t find her, which was something she did often to you.

“oh, you did not just pull that on me.” she says, threatening to get rid of the heels if you continued.

“oh you should pick on someone your own size my dear! look at you!” you lean down so that you were face to face with her, a slight sneer on her face. without warning, you picked her up with a groan, placing her on the counter. she lands with a yelp, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed.

“what are you doing.?” she manages out as you kiss down the column of her throat, a gasp escaping her lips as you nibble on her ear.

“doing what you do to me.” you say simply, giving her a blank stare. she only looks back at you, bewildered and silent, mouth slightly agape.

“you are getting rid of those heels.” she whispers against your lips, pulling you close by the waist to give you a kiss.

“don’t lie, you love it.” you purr in her ear, and she slaps your chest, pushing you off her.

“don’t push it, baby.” she says, her tone warning. you only laugh, taking off the heels and placing it back into the box.

“now that’s more like it.”

©️northsoulss 2024, all rights reserved.

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TOM JOBIM - Triste (Guitar arr. TAB sheet music, partitura)

ANTONIO CARLOS "TOM" JOBIM - TRISTE (Guitar arr. TAB SHEET MUSIC, partitura)Lyrics: Best Sheet Music download from our Library. Antonio Carlos Jobim Please, subscribe to our Library. Thank you!Musical influences Discography and compositions

ANTONIO CARLOS "TOM" JOBIM - TRISTE (Guitar arr. TAB SHEET MUSIC, partitura)

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Lyrics: Triste é viver na solidão Na dor cruel de uma paixão Triste é saber que ninguém Pode viver de ilusão Que nunca vai ser nunca vai dar O sonhador tem que acordar Tua beleza é um avião Demais p'rum pobre coração Que pára pra te ver passar Só pra me maltratar Triste é viver na solidão 'Triste' (meaning 'Sad' in English) is a bossa nova song composed in 1966 by Antônio Carlos Jobim, who also wrote the lyrics in English and Portuguese. Background Jobim wrote the song in late 1966 while staying at the Sunset Marquis Hotel in Los Angeles, while waiting for Frank Sinatra to return from a vacation in Barbados to begin recording his album Francis Albert Sinatra & Antônio Carlos Jobim (1967). The first recording of the song was an instrumental version by Jobim for his 1967 Wave album. Sinatra recorded it with Jobim two years later in the sessions for his planned second album, SinatraJobim, which was eventually released as Sinatra & Company's Side A (1971). Jobim recorded an English vocal version in 1980 on the album Terra Brasilis.

Antonio Carlos Jobim

Antônio Carlos Brasileiro de Almeida Jobim (January 25, 1927 – December 8, 1994), also known as Tom Jobim was a Brazilian composer, pianist, composer, arranger, and singer. Considered one of the great exponents of Brazilian music, Jobim internationalized bossa nova and, with the help of leading American artists, fused it with jazz in the 1960s to create a new sound with popular success. As such, he is sometimes referred to as the 'father of bossa nova'. Jobim was a major force behind the creation of the bossa nova style, and his songs have been performed by many singers and instrumentalists internationally. In 1965, the Getz/Gilberto album was the first jazz record to win the Grammy Award for Album of the Year. It also won for Best Jazz Instrumental Album – Individual or Group and for Best Engineered Album, Non-Classical. The album's single 'Garota de Ipanema' ('The Girl from Ipanema'), one of the most recorded songs of all time, won Record of the Year. Jobim composed many songs that are now included in the standard jazz and pop repertoires. The song 'Garota de Ipanema' has been recorded more than 240 times by other artists. His 1967 album with Frank Sinatra, Francis Albert Sinatra and Antônio Carlos Jobim, was nominated for Album of the Year in 1968. Antônio Carlos Jobim was born in the middle-class district of Tijuca in Rio de Janeiro. His father, Jorge de Oliveira Jobim (São Gabriel, Rio Grande do Sul; 1889-1935), was a writer, diplomat, teacher and journalist. He came from a prominent family, being the great-nephew of José Martins da Cruz Jobim, a senator, private councilor, and physician to Emperor Dom Pedro II. While studying medicine in Europe, José Martins added Jobim to his surname, paying homage to the town his family came from in Portugal, the parish of Santa Cruz de Jovim, Porto. His mother, Nilza Brasileiro de Almeida (c. 1910-1989), was of partially indigenous descent from northeastern Brazil. When Antônio was still a baby, his parents separated and his mother moved with her children (Antônio Carlos and his sister Helena Isaura, born February 23, 1931) to Ipanema, the beachside neighborhood that the composer would later would celebrate in their songs. In 1935, when Jobim's elder died, Nilza married Celso da Frota Pessoa (died February 2, 1979), who would encourage the career of her stepson. It was he who gave Jobim his first piano. As a young man of impoverished youth, Jobim made a living playing in nightclubs and bars and later as an arranger for a record label before beginning to achieve success as a songwriter. Musical influences Jobim's musical roots were planted firmly in the work of Pixinguinha, the legendary musician and composer who pioneered modern Brazilian music in the 1930s. His teachers included Lúcia Branco and, beginning in 1941, Hans-Joachim Koellreutter, a German composer who lived in Brazil and introduced atonal and twelve-tone composition in the country. Jobim was also influenced by French composers Claude Debussy and Maurice Ravel, and by Brazilian composers Ary Barroso and Heitor Villa-Lobos, who has been described as 'Jobim's most important musical influence'. Among many topics, his lyrics talked about love, self-discovery, betrayal, joy, and especially about birds and the natural wonders of Brazil, such as the 'Mata Atlântica' forest, characters from Brazilian folklore, and his native city of Rio de Janeiro. In the 1940s, Tom Jobim began playing the piano in bars and nightclubs in Rio de Janeiro, and in the early 1950s, he worked as an arranger at the Continental Studio, where he recorded his first composition, in April 1953, when Brazilian singer Mauricy Moura recorded Incerteza, a Tom Jobim composition with lyrics by Newton Mendonça. Jobim rose to prominence in Brazil when he teamed up with poet and diplomat Vinicius de Moraes to write the music for the play Orfeu da Conceição (1956). The most popular song on the show was 'Se Todos Fossem Iguais A Você' ('If Everyone Were Like You'). Later, when the play was adapted into a film, producer Sacha Gordine did not want to use the play's existing music. Gordine asked De Moraes and Jobim for a new score for the film Orfeu Negro, or Black Orpheus (1959). Moraes was at the time in Montevideo, Uruguay, working for the Itamaraty (the Brazilian Ministry of Foreign Affairs), so Jobim and he were only able to write three songs, mainly by phone ('A felize', 'Frevo' and 'Frevo'). Or nosso love '). This collaboration proved successful, and de Moraes went on to write the lyrics for some of Jobim's most popular songs. In 1958, the Brazilian singer and guitarist João Gilberto recorded his first album with two of Tom Jobim's most famous songs: Desafinado and Chega de Saudade. This album inaugurates the Bossa Nova movement in Brazil. The sophisticated harmonies of his songs caught the attention of jazz musicians in the United States, mainly after Tom Jobim's first performance at Carnegie Hall in 1962. A key event in making Jobim's music known in the English-speaking world was his collaboration with American jazz saxophonist Stan Getz, Brazilian singer João Gilberto, and Gilberto's wife at the time, Astrud Gilberto, resulting in two albums, Getz/Gilberto. (1963) and Getz/Gilberto Vol. 2 (1964). The release of Getz/Gilberto created a bossa nova craze in the United States and later internationally. Getz had previously recorded Jazz Samba with Charlie Byrd (1962) and Jazz Samba Encore! with Luiz Bonfa (1964). Jobim wrote many of the songs on Getz/Gilberto, which became one of the best-selling jazz albums of all time, and turned Astrud Gilberto, who sang on 'Garota de Ipanema' (The Girl from Ipanema) and ' Corcovado', into an international sensation. At the 1965 Grammy Awards, Getz/Gilberto won the Grammy Award for Album of the Year, the Grammy Award for Best Jazz Instrumental Album, Individual or Group, and the Grammy Award for Best Non-Classical Engineered Album. 'The Girl from Ipanema' won the Grammy Award for Record of the Year. Among his later successes is 'Águas de Março' (Waters of March 1972), for which he wrote lyrics in both Portuguese and English, and which was later translated into French by Georges Moustaki (Les Eaux de Mars, 1973 ). In early 1994, after finishing his Antonio Brasileiro album, Jobim complained to his doctor, Roberto Hugo Costa Lima, of urinary problems. He underwent surgery at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York City on December 2, 1994. On December 8, while recovering from an operation, he suffered a cardiac arrest caused by a pulmonary embolism and two hours later, another cardiac arrest, from which he died. . He was survived by his children and grandchildren. His last album, Antonio Brasileiro, was released posthumously three days after his death. His body remained in state until he was duly buried on December 20, 1994. He is buried at the Cemitério São João Batista in Rio de Janeiro. Jobim's Legacy Jobim is widely considered to be one of the most important composers of the 20th century. Many of his songs are jazz standards. American jazz singers Ella Fitzgerald and Frank Sinatra featured Jobim's songs on their albums Ella Abraça Jobim (1981) and Francis Albert Sinatra & Antônio Carlos Jobim (1967), respectively. The 1996 CD Wave: Antonio Carlos Jobim's Songbook included performances of Jobim themes by Oscar Peterson, Herbie Hancock, Chick Corea, and Toots Thielemans. Jobim was an innovator in the use of sophisticated harmonic structures in popular songs. Some of his melodic turns, like the melody that he insists on the major seventh of the chord, became common in jazz after he used them. Brazilian collaborators and performers of Jobim's music include Vinicius de Moraes, João Gilberto (often credited as co-creator or creator of bossa nova), Chico Buarque, Edu Lobo, Gal Costa, Elis Regina, Sérgio Mendes, Astrud Gilberto and Flora Purim, Eumir Deodato and conductor/composer Claus Ogerman arranged many recordings of Jobim's tunes. He won a Lifetime Achievement Award at the 54th Grammy Awards in 2012. As a posthumous tribute, on January 5, 1999, the Municipality of Rio de Janeiro changed the name of Rio's Galeão International Airport, located on Governador Island, to bear the name of the composer. Galeão airport is explicitly mentioned in his composition 'Samba do Avião'. In 2014, Jobim was posthumously inducted into the Latin Songwriters Hall of Fame. In 2015, Billboard named Jobim one of the 30 most influential Latin artists of all time. American contemporary jazz singer Michael Franks dedicated his 1995 album Abandoned Garden to Jobim's memory. English singer-songwriter George Michael frequently acknowledged Jobim's influence. His 1996 album Older was dedicated to Jobim, and he recorded 'Desafinado' on Red Hot + Rio (1996) with Astrud Gilberto. The official mascot of the 2016 Summer Paralympics in Rio de Janeiro, Tom, was named after him.

Discography and compositions

Studio Albums: 1963: El compositor de Desafinado, juega ( Verve )1965: El maravilloso mundo de Antônio Carlos Jobim ( Warner Bros. Records )1966: Amor, cuerdas y Jobim ( Warner Bros. Records )1967: Un cierto señor Jobim ( Warner Bros. Records )1967: Ola ( CTI / A&M )1970: Marea (A&M)1970: Flor de piedra (CTI)1973: Jobim ( MCA )1976: Urubu (Warner Bros.)1980: Terra Brasilis (Warner Bros.)1987: Passarim (Verve)1995: Antônio Brasileiro ( Colombia )1995: Inédito ( Ariola )1997: Minha Alma Canta (Lumiar) Cooperations: - 1954: Sinfonia do Rio de Janeiro (Continental), con Billy Blanco - 1956: Orfeu da Conceição (Odeón), con Vinicius de Moraes - 1957: "O Pequeno Príncipe" (Festa), audiolibro del que Jobim compuso la banda sonora - 1961: Brasilia - Sinfonia Da Alvorada (Colombia), con Vinicius de Moraes - 1964: Getz / Gilberto (Verve) - 1964: Caymmi Visita Tom (Elenco / Polygram / Philips ), con Dorival Caymmi - 1967: Francis Albert Sinatra y Antônio Carlos Jobim (Reprise) - - 1974: Elis & Tom ( Philips ), con Elis Regina - 1977: Miúcha & Antônio Carlos Jobim ( RCA ), con Miúcha - 1979: Miúcha & Tom Jobim ( RCA ), con Miúcha - 1981: Edu & Tom ( Philips ), con Edu Lobo - 1983: Gabriela ( RCA ), banda sonora original de la película "Gabriela, Cravo e Canela" Read the full article

[gazeta24br]

Para celebrar o mês das mulheres, instituições da Secretaria da Cultura e Economia Criativa do Estado de São Paulo prepararam programações especiais, incluindo curso para a criação de histórias em quadrinhos (HQs), oficinas artísticas, crítica literária feminina, declamação de poesia, feira de empreendedorismo e debates sobre liderança. Na capital paulista, a Biblioteca Parque Villa-Lobos promove hoje (10), das 14h às 17h, a oficina Ilustrar com Pincéis, encontro em que os participantes conhecerão a tinta sumi (de fuligem vegetal) e aprenderão a usar essa técnica. A partir da leitura de poemas escrito por mulheres, criarão imagens para ilustrar cada um deles. Na Casa Guilherme de Almeida, uma visita presencial terá como tema a vida de Belkiss Barroso do Amaral, mais conhecida como Baby. Ela foi a primeira pessoa a atuar no processo de musealização da casa onde viveu o poeta Guilherme de Almeida. A visita será no dia 12, das 14h às 15h. Na Biblioteca de São Paulo, o curso Mulheres e Quadrinhos provoca a reflexão sobre os direitos das mulheres e a equidade de gênero. Destinada a participantes de qualquer identidade de gênero, o curso de HQs traz técnicas básicas de produção e roteiro, do rascunho à colorização. Como exercício prático, os participantes vão criar uma HQ contando a história de uma mulher inspiradora, empoderada, que trilhou o caminho da emancipação feminina e que inspira novas gerações a lutarem por seus direitos. Podem participar pessoas a partir de 14 anos. A inscrição pode ser feita a partir de 17/02, e o curso será nos dias 18 e 25 de março, das 13h às 17h. No dia 11, às 16h, a Casa das Rosas recebe o sarau Declama, mulher!. Dividido em dois momentos - o primeiro com apresentações de artistas convidadas e o segundo com o microfone aberto para quem quiser declamar poemas de autoria feminina. No dia 18, às 17h, o Slam das Minas de São Paulo promove uma disputa de poesia falada com autoria feminina e trans. A “batalha” será em três rodadas, duas de competição geral entre participantes e a última apenas de finalistas. No Museu da Língua Portuguesa, o protagonismo das mulheres é o destaque com o sarau Língua Afiada e Plataforma Conexões, nos dias 18 e 24, ainda sem horário definido. No Museu do Futebol, a Feira Ilê-Ifé de Afroempreendedores realiza dia 11, das 10h às 17h, uma edição especial com empreendedoras mulheres, na área externa do Museu do Futebol. As expositoras apresentarão produtos de moda, culinária, artesanato e outras criações independentes. Um grupo de samba formado só por mulheres anima a programação. No Paço das Artes, a exposição NÓS - Arte & Ciência por mulheres traz a trajetória das mulheres na produção do conhecimento, desde a sabedoria ancestral das feiticeiras e curandeiras até a presença das mulheres nas instituições científicas hoje. No Museu das Favelas, o workshop Empreendedoras Negras promove, dia 25, um encontro na semana dedicada à comemoração ao Dia Internacional da Mulher. No Museu das Culturas Indígenas , dia 23 das 10h às 16h, haverá a roda de conversa Os caminhos do protagonismo, propondo a reflexão sobre a presença da mulher indígena, o protagonismo diário, seus lugares, suas frentes - na saúde, na arte, na educação, na política, entre outros. O dia ainda terá Brisa Flow, a vivência política e artística na oficina de confecção de bandeiras, com uma intervenção no prédio do MCI. Em seguida, uma visita ao museu e suas exposições. No Museu da Diversidade Sexual, será exibida a série de vídeos Mulheridades, que trará diferentes formas de intersecionalidades. Mulheres contarão histórias e falarão sobre papéis de gênero, autoidentificação e o que mais acharem importante. O projeto começou no último dia 8. Na Oficina Cultural Juan Serrano, haverá capacitação artística para produção de colares, a partir da linguagem e técnicas da joalheria contemporânea artesanal, com uso de materiais como fios de malha, algodão, aviamentos, botões, pequenos objetos. Os colares produzidos poderão ser levados para casa sem custos.

As inscrições devem ser feitas até o dia 13 e as oficinas ocorrem de 15 a 29, das 14h30 às 17h. A Oficina Cultural Alfredo Volpi traz, no dia 18, às 14h, o sarau e lançamento do livro Travessias, contando com acessibilidade em libras e sendo exibido em live nas redes sociais do projeto @procuromulheresquesonhamfuturo. Com um piquenique, o evento inclui a distribuição gratuita de exemplares do livro Travessias e um sarau com mulheres com mais de 30 anos, que poderão apresentar obras inéditas como incentivo a quem ainda quer começar uma carreira artística. Na Fábrica de Cultura Brasilândia, no dia 24, às 14h, será feita uma reflexão a partir do livro A liberdade é uma luta constante, de Angela Davis, sobre o dia 8 de março, a luta de mulheres negras, qual foi o espaço destinado a elas nesse período histórico e a importância de pensar o feminismo negro e as especificidades do que é ser uma mulher negra. Na Fábrica de Cultura Capão Redondo, o Festival afirma mulher, com o Coletivo Samba Rock Nato, pretende difundir e fomentar essa cultura por meio da dança, e um baile com músicas específicas desse estilo musical. Será no dia 26, das 14h às 18h. Edição: Graça Adjuto - Agência Brasil

[henrifelix]

Samson Flexor

[sftcombat]

Cancelamentos relacionados a lesão forçam ajustes no card do SFT 39 Após 18 meses sem lutar Brendo Bispo, programado para fazer o co-main event do SFT 39, se lesiona e terá que esperar para retornar a lutar. Tyago Buda, Sarah Barwic e Saulo Almeida, também ficarão fora do card por lesionamento. Com pouco mais de duas semanas para o SFT39, as lutas estão sendo repostas e em breve divulgaremos o card atualizado. 👉SFT 39 🗓️ Sábado 11 fevereiro 📌 Ginásio Baby Barione Rua Dona Germaine Buchard, 451 - Água Branca, São Paulo. Ingressos à venda www.DIGITALINGRESSOS.COM @davidhudson_sft #esportedecombate #mma #mmanews #sftnaband #lutasmarciais #sft (at Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn9nnUZOvIQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kvetchlandia]

Lasar Segall     Portrait of Baby de Almeida      1927