#d'or

[postcard-from-the-past]

Villa in Champagne-au-Mont-d'Or, northern suburbs of Lyon, France

French vintage postcard

[negreabsolut]

Dimoni daurat, per blackroselover. [font]

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Jean-Pierre Talbot as Tintin (1961)

[teritelnirbenothing]

Activity without rest

It's nothing but a closed cesspool.

Sleep my little friend, sleep,

Your sleep is golden.

[chpalyana]

I'm nostalgic for my 2018

[muffinpink02]

The aura this girl posses is insane. And that fucking tongue, erghhh. On my knees 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

[repulsiveliquidation]

I just wanna know how Olga functions properly around her

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Ceremony 🕶🥇

Alexia Putellas x blind!reader

warning : disability 🕶🦻

(my first language isn't english nor spanish, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)

Summary :

It's the first time a prestigious football ceremony invites a blind footballer to an award ceremony. During the night, you meet many incredible athletes, one in particular catch your interest.

The night was filled with anticipation. The grand football awards ceremony was abuzz with chatter, the clink of glasses, and soft laughter. It was your first time being invited, and, for the first time in history, a blind footballer like you was recognized at such a prestigious event. The nerves were hard to shake, but you held your head high, fingers lightly tracing the cane in your hand as you navigated through the space.

You'd met some incredible female footballers that night, each more welcoming than the last. Lucy Bronze had given you a warm greeting, Millie Bright had joked about your shared love for the sport, and even Sam Kerr had exchanged a few words with you. But there was a presence that lingered close, someone who seemed to always be nearby, watching, but never intruding.

As the night wore on, you found yourself seated at a quieter corner, enjoying the soft hum of music in the background when you heard a voice, gentle, warm, and distinctly Catalan.

- Holà, mind if I join you?

You tilted your head toward the voice and smiled.

- Not at all.

- Alexia Putellas

She said, her voice as smooth as silk. You could hear the soft clink of her glass being set down.

- I’ve been wanting to meet you all night.

Your heart skipped a beat. Alexia Putellas, the two-time Ballon d'Or winner, was sitting with you, wanting to talk to you of all people. You shifted slightly, trying to compose yourself, but your nervousness must’ve shown because she chuckled lightly.

- You’re doing amazing things. Breaking barriers in football like this, it’s inspiring.

You smiled, touched by her words.

- Thank you. It's surreal being here. I never thought I’d get the chance to attend something like this.

- You deserve to be here as much as anyone. More, even, football is for everyone.

Her voice warm and sincere. The conversation flowed easily. She asked you about your experience in blind football, about your journey, and you found yourself opening up to her. You talked about the challenges, the moments of triumph, and how much you loved the sport. Alexia was an attentive listener, never interrupting, her voice soft and encouraging whenever she spoke.

- I’ve seen clips of your matches

Alexia said at one point.

- The way you move, the way you read the game, it's… incredible. You see the pitch in ways most of us can't.

You laughed softly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

- I guess I do, in my own way.

The hours passed like minutes. Her attention was unwavering, making you feel like the only person in the room. By the end of the night, you found yourself drawn to her in a way you hadn’t expected.

As the event began to wind down, you both stood up, ready to part ways. But before you could walk away, Alexia reached out, gently brushing her fingers against your arm.

- I hope this isn’t the last time we talk.

There was something unspoken in her words, something hopeful. You smiled, nodding.

- I’d like that.

And with that, she slipped her hand into yours, giving it a soft, reassuring squeeze before guiding you toward the exit. You felt the connection between you grow stronger with every word, every shared laugh, and every step you took together into the night.

[imverits]

[reminiscingtonight]

The queen has spoken, everyone can go home now

[postcard-from-the-past]

Beach scene in Sables-d'Or-les-Pins, Brittany region of France

French vintage postcard

[negreabsolut]

En Sanguinius, primarca dels Àngels de Sang, un dels capítols dels Marines Espacials.

[gabbysthoughts4thots]

Hugging ruben before anything else and Ruben holding his crutches for him IM SOBBING

[ceesimz]

So the women win an award, and they ask them about... the men. 🤨

[planetpedri]

hiiii, please can you do something with pau cubarsi where the reader accompanies him to the ballon dor awards and it’s super sweet xxx

Heavy focus — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader.

Summary: It was Pau’s first Ballon D’or, and he had successfully gotten you to agree to go (not that it took that much convincing). You had never been so proud in your life, and he was just happy you were there with him.

Word count: 470+

Disclaimer/s: Allll fluff !!

A/N: I’m nauseous, I tried to search for a specific pic of him there but why did like. nobody fucking post pics of him there ???

The black dress felt far too tight on you. Maybe it was your nerves or it was just tight, either way, you were uncomfortable. You had agreed to go with Pau when he asked without hesitation, but you seemed to have forgotten that you would have to spend hours in the dress you’d boughten. Not to mention, the heels? They were digging onto the soles of your feet the more you walked.

But! All that aside, it was an amazing experience. You’d arrived, walked the carpet with him and his family, taken pictures, and it all went smoothly.

Pau was a bundle of jittery nerves, he couldn’t keep a smile off his face at all times, except for maybe when he asked how you were doing.

The whole night, he’d turned to you every ten to twenty minutes to ask, “are you alright?” or “are you having fun?” oh, and your favorite, “you’ll tell me if you need a break, right?”

Each time, you gave him a reassuring smile, and if you could, a quick squeeze of the hand. Pau would smile back, a hint of relief on his face every time. When he could, he would give you a quick peck. Whether that was on the lips, cheek, forehead, or just anywhere on your head and face in general.

When Lamine won an award, you glanced at Pau, your lips forming a pout at how adorable he looked. He held not jealousy or envy toward his friend, just adoration. Pau was always so proud of his teammates, and it was very clear in his expression just how proud he felt.

You wore the same expression the whole night, but it wasn’t just for all the other players, it was especially for Pau. Your boyfriend. Your stomach hurt with how proud you were of him and how far he had come. He was all you could focus on the whole night, in fact.

Leaning over, after the awards were over and everyone began to leave, you whisper in Pau’s ear. “I’m so proud of you.” He glanced down at you, his ears turning a light shade of maroon.

��I didn’t win anything?” He chuckles, standing up and lending you a hand.

You shrug, “that doesn’t mean anything. You still made it here, thats a big accomplishment. I’m proud of you, always.”

Using the grip he had on your hand, he pulls you closer to him. “Thank you.” He cheeses, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips, which you greet happily. “I love you.”

“Of course.” You hum against his lips. “And, I love you too.” You pull back with a grin, “now, i’m sure you have people to meander around and talk with, yeah?”

Pau sighs, tangling his fingers through yours. “Unfortunately, you are right.”

likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future posts for Pau or for any specific people i write for in general.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[aetaoidy]

October will be missed.