#de queiros

[aitan]

Non avere paura di pensare in modo diverso dagli altri, abbi paura di pensare come gli altri per poi scoprire che state tutti sbagliando.

[pruskita]

Oh that's gore of my comfort character

Te quiero mucho Kirby <3

[itsmerachael5]

Cuando tú y tú jefe va a beso (no gay)

when you and your boss are going to kiss (not gay)

[malditapesadilla]

No hay tiempo suficiente en el mundo para uno conocerse a sí mismo y aún así nos topamos con personas que dicen conocernos bien, el ser humano es lo mas cambiante que existe y nunca terminamos de conocer a alguien, así que no te preocupes por algo negativo que te encuentres, todo cambiará sea de parte de la otra persona o parte de ti.

[te-esperare-por-siempre]

Método científico

Desde que lo vi, usted me causa curiosidad

Pero no solo siento curiosidad,

Quiero investigarlo por completo y descubrir cada uno de sus detalles,

Plantear una hipótesis sobre nosotros,

Experimentar una y otra vez con usted,

Analizar sus pensamientos,

Y llegar a las mejores conclusiones de un futuro juntos

Y no, no piense que quiero comparar resultados,

Porque nunca he querido usar este método con nadie

Le propongo que al principio lo guardemos en secreto y pasado un tiempo lo hacemos público

Y pierda cuidado porque esto solo quiero hacerlo con usted

Y nunca, nunca, nunca me cansaré de usted,

Nunca me cansaré de descubrirlo, de investigarlo y de experimentar cosas usted.

Aimí

[mate-y-viajecito]

wacho llevo como 10 años acá, como es posible que no sepa como bloquear un tag

[velvet-red-void]

anyone have good ref pics of starbobby ^-^ or vids, I want to draw it :3

[ueda-kibikino]

¡Soy una chica bastante complicada, pero... No te vas a arrepentir!

[geekpopnews]

De Volta Aos 15 | Última temporada da série estrelada por Maisa ganha teaser

A Netflix divulgou um teaser da 3ª temporada de 'De Volta Aos 15'. No novo ano da série, o público vai acompanhar Anita em uma nova fase: com 18 anos e na faculdade. #DeVoltaAos15 #Netflix #serienacional #Maisa

A Netflix divulgou nesta terça-feira (28) um teaser da 3ª temporada de De Volta Aos 15. Neste novo ano da série nacional protagonizada por Maisa, vamos acompanhar Anita em um novo ambiente: de volta aos 18 e à faculdade. Confira o teaser: Como podemos ver no teaser, trata-se de um tour inédito pelo novo lar da protagonista Anita, que deixou a casa dos pais e agora vive em uma república…

[wisegardenbluebird]

UN CLÁSICO PARA EL VERANO: EÇA DE QUEIROS

VIGENCIA DE EÇA DE QUEIRÓS Una nueva edición de “El primo Basilio” rescata la figura y la obra del gran escritor portugués del XIX Francisco R. Pastoriza          En Literatura se suele utilizar el calificativo decimonónico para desacreditar una obra, calificarla de anacrónica, situarla fuera de las corrientes contemporáneas, al margen de las vanguardias. Personalmente vuelvo con frecuencia a…

[boycritter]

GRRRRR TENGO HAMBRE pero tambien...... tengo los desordenes

[eccentricwritingbaby]

hard life or wag life?

carlos sainz jr x reader

summary - reader and carlos are in a fresh romance, but the comments online are starting to drive her crazy, questioning if the relationship is even worth all of the hate she receives. 

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it was sunday, race day. you despised race day. you were constantly on edge, worried about your boyfriend, worried about your appearance, worried about the fans. sunday was hard. but monday was worse. you were usually fighting a hangover, celebrations from the previous night going a bit too far. but it all came with twitter. and instagram. and the comments. 

as much as carlos kept telling you not to look, that the hate didn’t mean anything, you couldn’t help yourself. you would scroll as you woke up, seeing how many fans would comment on your relationship, your looks, your support. anything they could find to criticize, they would. 

you knew it was because your relationship was so fresh and that once the fans got to know you better, it would die down. but you were tired.

so here you were, hidden in the back of the garage, attempting not to draw too much attention to yourself as you watch your boyfriend. he’s currently talking to his engineer, eyes drifting every so often to meet your own. excusing himself from the conversation, he begins to make his way in your direction. 

“que haces?” what are you doing? he asks you, hands finding your hips to pull you closer, “no quieres pasar el rato con alexandra?” you don’t want to hang with alexandra?

“está cerca de los fans en la hospitalidad,” she’s around the fans in hospitality you shrug, looking up at him, his eyes laced with concern. 

“mi amor-” he starts, shaking his head.

“no, no,” you cut him off with a smile, “i’m alright,” assuring him further as he continues to watch you, “plus i get to see you more,” you giggle, poking his stomach to get a laugh. 

“muy cierto, mi amor,” very true, my love he leans in to press a quick kiss to your lips, “i love when you’re around,”

“i love being around,” a smile plastered on your face at his reassurance. 

“i have to get in the car soon,” he sighs, pulling you into a quick hug before starting his departure, “te quiero mucho, cariño,” i love you so much

“te queiro, carlos, buena suerte,” i love you, carlos, good luck you kiss him on the cheek and begin to move out of the garage in order to give the team their space. 

as you’re walking along, you hear your name called out and whip around to find the voice. coming face to face with carlos’ dad, you hug him and give your greetings while proceeding to walk with him to hospitality. 

“como estas, y/n?” how are you, y/n carlos senior asks you, holding an arm out for you to grab onto during your walk. 

you take his arm with a smile, “bueno, bueno,” good, good, “y usted?” and you?

“bueno,” he laughs as you arrive at hospitality, “listen, y/n, carlos told me about the online comments,” he starts with a sigh, pulling a chair out for you to sit.

as he takes the seat across from you, you can’t help but widen your eyes in shock that he knows, “what?”

“he’s worried about you, y/n,” carlos senior pushes, “and i just want to know if you’re okay,”

“i appreciate that, i really do,” you sigh, rubbing your palms over your thighs a few times, an anxious tick you have started to exhibit, “i’m okay, i’m alright, it just gets exhausting,”

“i’m sure,” he agrees, “just know that we don’t feel that way about you,” he reaches over to give you a reassuring pat on the shoulder, “and my son really doesn’t,” you both laugh at his last comment as he continues to mock how carlos loves you. a few moments later and the race had begun, carlos senior excusing himself to go watch from the garage. 

you sat and thought for a minute, hyper aware of the cameras and your appearance on the television. you could already hear the comments starting about how you weren’t in the garage, or how carlos’ dad had left you alone in hospitality, or how you and carlos weren’t around each other that much today, or how you arrived separately. it was making your brain itch. you couldn’t even focus on the race, too caught up in your own thoughts for a while. 

carlos having to retire his car brought you out of your fog, hearing the announcement had you getting up quickly and starting your own race to his garage. once entering into the madness, you spot your boyfriend in a heated discussion with his father and cousin, then overhearing them tell him to cool off. 

you attempt to walk up to him, but his cousin gets to you first. 

“not right now, y/n,” he shakes his head, “he’s too heated, you’ll want to give him a few minutes of space,”

“is he okay?” you ask with a nod of your head. 

“he’s fine, just pissed off,” you both share a knowing look, understanding that when carlos was mad, all he needs is his space, “give him five minutes and you should be good,”

“got it,” you nod your head again, “i’ll just wait in his drivers room,”

“okay, i’ll let him know,” with that, you walk to his room and sit down, patiently waiting to console your boyfriend. 

after minutes had passed, you were bored and needed a distraction from the thoughts clouding your mind. pulling out your phone and jumping onto twitter, you instantly regret your actions. 

‘why is carlos walking through the paddock alone? where tf is his girlfriend??’

‘y/n being a bad luck charm, what's new’

‘kika really showed out with her outfit today, and there was y/n…giving us nothing’

‘i���d ditch her like carlos’ dad too’

‘carlos and y/n didn’t even arrive together, he def is ab to breakup w her’

you sigh and throw your phone down, tears threatening to escape your eyes as the words continue to replay. the door creaks open, carlos spotting you in the corner and he lets out a breath. 

“amor…” you start, wiping your face and getting up to meet him in a hug. 

“y/n…” he wraps his arms around you, holding you and rocking you - letting you stabilize him and his emotions. 

“i’m so sorry, love,” you try to help, “so sorry,”

“it’s alright,” he shakes off, pulling away slightly to give you a kiss, “i just want to get out of here and go back to the hotel, but i have to stay,”

“hm,” you hum, attempting to think of something to help, “why don’t i head back early, i’ll order us some food, i’ll start a bath-”

“i love the sound of that,” carlos sighs, kissing you again, “i should be able to leave in about an hour,”

“okay, i’ll see you in an hour,” you peck him quickly, moving to grab your things from around the room. 

“thank you, cariño, i appreciate it,” 

“always, baby, always,” you smile at carlos, him smiling back and your mind finally quiets. the words and tweets disappear. your fears gone, your mind at ease, the only thing you can think is how much you love the man in front of you. and that’s all that matters. 

-

“i can’t do this any longer,” you cry to your friend, sophia, as she continues to rub your back, “it’s so fucking hard, i mean, i-i love him so much, but-”

“i know, honey, i know,” she speaks softly to you. after you had left early from the race, the fans got worse. calling you all sorts of names and terrible things because you ‘abandoned’ your boyfriend. you were going crazy. sophia had made you delete the socials off your phone, worried that your mental health would spiral even worse since you were constantly checking them. she was currently at your house, after you had called her in shambles, trying to make you feel better, “have you talked to carlos?”

“no,” you shake off in a sob, “i don’t want to keep bothering him with this,”

“y/n, he loves you,” grabbing you another tissue for you to wipe your eyes, she continues, “he’ll want to know what's bothering you and hurting you, you wouldn’t be burdening him,”

“i would be, soph,” you cry again, “i’ve bugged him about this so many times, he’s probably over it,”

“stop, y/n, he won’t be like that. he’ll want to know,”

“i don’t think i can do this anymore,”

“ugh good,” she laughs, “i was waiting for all this crying to finally give you a headache so we can get the alcohol started,”

“i’m not talking about my little pity party,” you’re serious tone causes her to stop laughing, realizing you weren’t joking around, “i’m talking about the relationship,”

“y/n…” she trails off, her eyes holding so much concern as they stare at you. 

“i’m serious, soph,” you shake your head, tears now drying, “all the love doesn’t outweigh the hurt,”

“don’t do this, y/n. not until you at least tell carlos how you feel,”

“tell carlos how you feel about what?” your boyfriend asks with a laugh as he walks into your home. his laughter dies down in seconds, noticing your puffy face and red eyes along with sophia’s solemn expression, “what’s going on?”

“that’s my queue to leave,” your friend stands up, gathering her things. she kisses you lightly on top of the head and whispers quietly, “call if you need anything,” you nod at her suggestion and watch her leave. she passes by carlos with a pat to the shoulder, and his confusion only grows stronger at the pity on her face as she looks at him. 

“y/n?” carlos questions, now moving towards where you were sitting on the couch, perching himself on the coffee table across from you.

“i can’t do this anymore,” you whisper out, your eyes meet his and immediately well up again. 

“what do you mean, y/n?” carlos pushes sternly, “you want to break up with me?”

“i’m sorry, carlos-”

“no, no,” he stops you, “no, we’re not breaking up,”

“carlos,” you sigh, your eyes wandering in the direction of his stuff you had packed into a box next to the couch.

“you’re serious?” he whispers out, “why?” he gets up and sits next to you, his eyes now tearing up the same as yours. 

“i just can’t do this,” you shake your head, fresh tears falling yet again, “i mean, i can’t do anything right in the eyes of your fans-”

“but you do everything right in my eyes,” he cuts you off to emphasize, “please, mi amor, don’t let them break us up because of a few comments-”

“it’s not ‘a few comments’ carlos,” now it’s your turn to cut him off with a sob, “it’s all of your fans, all of the time, and you’re fans are who you are-”

“okay, okay,” he wraps his arms around you, trying to control your crying as well as his own, “te entiendo, mi amor,” i understand

“lo siento, carlos, te quierdo mucho pero-” i’m sorry, carlos, i love you so much but-

“but what? but what, y/n? if you love me, please let’s try and work this out, porfa, cariño,” 

“i don’t know-”

“y/n, please. you could stop coming to races, o-or i could put out a statement or-”

“it won’t work-”

“it will, i promise you,” carlos begs, his hold on you only getting tighter, “give us one more chance, please,” you stared up at him, through the tears the both of you have shared, and see his pleading look. the eyes you see are the eyes that have brought you peace and quiet in the storm of hate. the eyes you love, the eyes that are worth it.

“bueno,” good you whisper, “one more chance,” carlos’ eyes light up and his smile appears wide and bright. 

“you won’t regret this, y/n, i promise you,” 

“i love you, carlos,” you give him a weak smile through the tears and his lips land on your forehead. 

“i love you so much, mi amor, so so much,” he whispers into your hair, “now can i please unpack that box it’s giving me anxiety,”

“yes,” you laugh out, standing up to grab it. he stops you curtly, pulling you back into him and grabbing your face in a kiss. you melt into it, and him, remembering why this has all been worth it. because of him.

-

it was three weeks later on a race day, and you had gotten bolder with your decisions. you were now strutting around the paddock, confident in how you looked or what you wore, and spoke to whoever, whenever. yours and carlos’ conversation had led to your idea that it shouldn’t matter what people say, as long as you both love each other. the deletion of your social medias had also been a large help to your personality adjustment and your newfound confidence. 

the race had finished and you were waiting for your boyfriend to finish up a few interviews before the both of you left together. as you waited off to the side you could slightly overhear the interviewer asking about the race, and then, then, they asked about you. 

“and what do you have to say about your girlfriend and her receiving so much hate the past few months?” 

“honestly it’s very rude and annoying,” carlos starts with a sigh, “what happens on the track can be talked about because you get all the information, but my personal life is private. what happens is between me and her, for it to be so loudly commented on with no information is insulting - especially that it comes from people who call themselves my fans,” 

you smile to yourself at him defending you, knowing that you made the right decision three weeks ago to give him another chance. 

“she’s a great person - beautiful, kind, funny, smart. if people would take the time to see that, they would see the fantastic person i see. bottom line is if you love and support me, you should also love and respect the people i love,”

you’re now grinning so wide you’re cheeks hurt, the confidence in you growing as much as your love for carlos. he was worth it. he would always be worth it. and the lack of hate directed towards you after his little speech would also be totally worth it.

-

[harrrystyles-writing]

Amiga um com o número 20, ele não está bem emocionalmente para relacionamento e ela ama ele, fala que tudo bem e se afasta um pouco dele. Depois de uns meses, Ele fica louco quando descobre que ela está saindo com outra pessoa e percebe que ama ela.

Final feliz com Hot 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

NotaAutora: Amigaaa me perdoa mas eu não vi que era com hot no final 😁 aí fiz todo o pedido, mas peça outro que farei hot, me desculpe mesmo só vi agora.

Frase: Não me ame, por favor! Não faça isso.

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Harry Concept # 29

Harry estava parado à sua frente, seus olhos que tantas vezes você admirou estavam vermelhos e inchados.

— Não me ame, por favor! Não faça isso.

Aquelas palavras atingiram seu peito como se o ar tivesse sido arrancado, você piscou rapidamente, tentando organizar seus pensamentos.

Como ele podia pedir algo assim? Depois de meses juntos fingindo que não sentiam nada um pelo outro enquanto se envolviam cada vez mais, não era sua culpa que ele parecia feito sob medida para você, não era sua culpa que, mesmo sem esforço, ele havia conquistado cada parte de você.

— Harry...

— Eu não estou bem, você sabe disso, sabe que nunca quis nada sério com você porque eu não estou pronto ainda, não depois do que aconteceu entre mim e Lory, eu não consigo te dar o que você merece, S/n.

Talvez ele ainda amasse Lory e isso doía.

Mas você era forte.

Você deveria ser forte.

— Tudo bem. — Não estava nada bem. — Eu não vou te forçar a nada, Harry, só cuida de você, tá bom?

Deixando as lágrimas caírem, virou-se e foi embora, deixando-o ali.

...

Meses haviam passado desde aquela noite, você tentou se reconstruir, um pedaço de cada vez, algumas partes de você ainda pertenciam a ele, mas você sabia que precisava seguir em frente, foi então que Johnny apareceu, ele não era Harry, não havia uma intensidade avassaladora entre vocês, mas talvez fosse isso que você precisasse.

Harry obviamente descobriu sobre Johnny, afinal vocês tinham amigos em comum, ele tentou fingir que não se importava, mas não conseguiu, ele havia pedido para você não amá-lo, mas nunca imaginou que isso significaria ver você amar outra pessoa.

Só então percebeu o quanto sentia falta de você, ele tentou preencher as horas com trabalho, amigos e qualquer distração que o mantivesse longe de pensar em você, mas era uma tarefa impossível quando o som da sua risada ainda ecoava na cabeça dele e seu queiro estava impregnado em seu apartamento como uma lembrança cruel do que ele havia deixado escapar.

Ele sabia que não tinha o direito de procurá-la, mas não conseguiu evitar, ele sabia que você costumava ir à livraria no centro da cidade, aquela que tinha o café que você amava e o cheiro de livros velhos que te fazia sorrir.

Foi lá que ele a viu pela primeira vez em meses, enquanto ele te observa do outro lado da rua, ele viu algo que gostaria de apagar, Johnny beijando seus lábios, os lábios que só ele deveria beijar, Harry sabia que você estava saindo com outra pessoa, mas ver era completamente diferente de ouvir sobre isso, ele desviou o olhar, sentindo-se enojado.

Ele sabia que era isso que acontecia quando se deixa escapar alguém que ama, ele realmente a ama e demorou demais para perceber, as duas da manhã, Harry estava parado diante da sua porta, ele sabia que era loucura aparecer ali sem avisar, ainda mais naquela hora, mas ele não conseguiu dormir, porque só o que passava na mente dele era seu beijo com outro homem e agora ele precisava dizer tudo o que estava preso em sua garganta desde o dia em que pediu para você não amá-lo.

— Harry? O que você está fazendo aqui? — Você ainda sonolenta.

Ele notou que você estava descalça, usando um moletom grande demais, o moletom que era dele.

— Eu precisava te ver.

— A essa hora? Por quê?

— Eu vi você hoje com Johnny, eu não sabia que seria tão difícil ver você com outra pessoa. — Ele deu um passo à frente e você deu um passo para trás.

— Eu sabia que você estava saindo com ele, mas ver você com ele acabou comigo.

— E o que você quer agora, Harry? Você me pediu para não te amar, foi você que me afastou.

— Eu sei que fui um idiota, eu te empurrei para longe porque estava com medo, medo de amar de novo, mas perder você sem nem tentar foi muito pior.

— Harry, eu realmente não sei o que dizer.

Ele sabia que tinha errado, que havia te magoado profundamente, mas também sabia que precisava tentar, mesmo que fosse tarde demais.

— Você e Johnny é sério? — Sua voz vacilou.

— Não sei, Harry, só saímos algumas vezes.

— E é como era entre nós?

— Harry... — Respirou fundo. — Nada vai ser como era entre nós, mas isso não quer dizer que foi bom, você me magoou muito, eu não sei se consigo confiar em você de novo.

— Eu sei que te magoei, também sei que não posso apagar isso, mas eu quero provar que sou capaz de ser diferente agora e reconquistar sua confiança.

— Eu não sei se posso fazer isso...

— Você disse que não é sério com aquele cara e não precisa decidir agora. — Harry ousou se aproximar e segurar sua mão. — Só me deixe tentar, eu não estou pedindo para você voltar comigo, só quero a chance de começar de novo, só te peço um encontro.

— Um encontro?

Vocês nunca haviam tido um encontro de verdade.

— Sim, sem pressão, só eu e você, como deveria ter sido desde o início, só me deixe tentar.

— Tudo bem, um encontro e mais nada.

— Obrigado por me dar essa chance. — Ele disse suavemente. Então, para sua surpresa, ele inclinou e deixou um beijo leve em sua bochecha, arrancando um sorriso tímido de seus lábios.

— Boa noite, Harry.

— Boa noite.

Você ficou parada à porta, observando enquanto ele desaparecia, meu coração estava uma confusão de sentimentos, mas uma coisa era clara pela primeira vez, Harry estava disposto a lutar por você e talvez isso fosse o suficiente para recomeçar.

[srtruth]

Hoy no dibuje nada, pero escribi un poco :')

Solo queiro decir que los trabajos en grupo son una mierda, en vez de alivianar cargas me hacen sentir de la mierda.

Cambiando de tema, miren su espalda toda chueca <3

[gautierprotectionsquad]

The non english version based on the notes of the other poll (translations are not mine. Apologies for any inaccuracies)

Update: I realize after i made it i put the same Don Quixote quote twice but i cant edit polls so 4 and 9 are the same. oops

update 2: I accidentally put the first line of ch 1 instead of the first line of the prologue for Posthumous Memoirs. the correct quote is "Ao verme que primeiro roeu as frias carnes do meu cadáver dedico como saudosa lembrança estas memórias póstumas".

Translations and sources:

– Iliade by Homer. (“Sing, goddess, of the anger of Achilles, son of Peleus”)

Anna Karenina by Lev Tolstoy ("All happy families resemble one another; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.")

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. ("Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.")

Cervantes from Somewhere in La Mancha by Don Quixote, (“In a place whose name I do not care to remember")

The Aeneid. ("I sing of arms and men")

The Metamorphosis by Kafka ("As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.")

the Inferno by Dante ("When halfway through the journey of our life")

The Stranger by Albert Camus. (Mother died today. Or, maybe, yesterday; I can’t be sure”.)

Miguel de Cervantes by Don Quixote (“Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing.”)

the Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas by Machado de Assis ("to the worm who first gnawed on the cold flesh of my corpse, I dedicate with fond remembrance these Posthumous Memoirs")

[laluna-ytrespunetas]

Me recuerdo cuando me quise afeitar las piernas por primera vez. Tenía 12 años. Una chamaca en mi escuela me estaba contando que su mamá la llevaba a hacerse láser. Después le pregunté a mi mamá que cuando me podía afeitar y me afeitó por primera vez. (Tengo fotos de ello.)

A mi siempre me daba tanta pereza afeitarme, pero me gustaba como mis piernas se sentían. Llegó la pandemia y me di cuenta que no tenía que afeitarme si no quería, total, nadie me iba a ver. Me sentí cómoda. Tal vez muy cómoda. Después con el tiempo volví y decidí afeitarme solo cuando quisiera. Ahora me dejo crecer el vello hasta cuando quiero y de vez en cuando (cuando queiro) me afeito. La libertad de escoger que quiero hacer con mi cuerpo es tan gratificante. El sentirme cómoda sin que me importe lo que los demás piensen es un power move.

Hoy día hago lo mismo con todo mi cuerpo. Dentro de todas las cosas que estoy insegura, estar segura de mi cuerpo es algo que sí estoy segura.