#fort Portuguese

[kibagib]

Total blackout in my country, and personally, it has been the most peaceful day I had in months. I saw the stars in the sky, and I did not have to endure my new neighbors and their lack of respect, day and night, because they believe that their apartment is a disco.

[milfbro]

So when they say Guinea in these, they could just mean anywhere between Ivory Coast, Ghana, Togo, Benin, Nigeria, Cameroon, Equatorial Guinea and Gabon, and not even be talking about Guinea, or Guinea-Bissau or anything in Senegambia? But sometimes they are, and fuck you if you need to know which it is I guess

[monkeyssalad-blog]

North American T-6 or Harvard 4 G-BGPB 1747 Taz by Chris Murkin Via Flickr: North American T-6 or Harvard 4 G-BGPB 1747 Taz Constructed at the Canadian Car & Foundry at Fort William Thunder bay Ontario Canada as a T-6J Harvard MkIV c/n CCF4-538 The Aircraft Military career Served with USAF s/n 53-46198, Served with German Air Force Luftwaffe AA+050 and BF+050 and also served with Portuguese Navy Air Force (Forcas Aéreas da Armada) This aircraft was previously painted in the colours of RCAF with 385 but is now painted in the colours of the Portuguese Navy Air Force (Forcas Aéreas da Armada) Photo taken at the Imperial War Museum Duxford Cambridgeshire 6th March 2025 HAA_0462

[icarus-summer]

nunca entendi tanto aquela frase do fernando meirelles do que quando eu escrevo em inglês

mango tree nunca vai ser mangueira e I'll miss you nunca vai ser saudade

[crtter]

Few people know this, but the real reason Daft Punk disbanded is because Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo ditched poor Thomas Bangalter in order to work on a collab with Luís Vaz de Camões. He’s gonna make The Lusiads into a nightclub banger using his Moog harpsichord.

What I like about Daft Punk is that one of the guys that were in it is named Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo, which is like, obviously a surname of Portuguese origin but it’s a VERY old school-sounding one. 16th century seafarer kind of name. He should be in a caravel trying to find the quickest path to the East Indies to obtain spices and dyes, not making electronic music.

[justageekk]

IN WHERE : having sex with the fc barcelona boys.

THIS ONE SHOT IS : fem!reader x fc barcelona boys

INCLUDES : hector fort, fermin lopez, pedri gonzales, ferran torres, alejandro balde, pau cubarsi

note: i don't speak english, only spanish n a little portuguese. any errors are the translator's fault.

w: smut.

request open!

HECTOR FORT:

Hector is pretty easygoing when it comes to sex, well, it depends on the day. If he's tired but also horny, he can go slow and deep while pulling your hair from behind.

But if he comes home angry, it's a different story; he prefers to go fast and rough, making your bodies collide, echoing in your room.

Hector is also a fan of fucking with Anuel's music playing in the background, especially. Hector gets turned on, and if you fuck with Anuel's "Or Nah," ugh, you won't be able to walk tomorrow.

FERMIN LOPEZ:

Fermin does it however you ask: fast, slow, hard, soft, however you want and whenever you want, but his favorite is fucking before and after games.

Before games, it's like good luck; after games, it depends on how the team did. If things go badly, he gets even and fucks you hard. If they win, he does it quickly and with kisses.

PEDRI GONZALES:

Pedri is a madman when it comes to sex. Anywhere, anytime, but with you and only with you.

Tongue, fingers, he knows how to use everything at his disposal.

Pedri likes rough sex, pulling your hair, telling you what to do, controlling your orgasm, or simply anything that involves him dominating you.

FERRAN TORRES:

Ferran is a serious man when it comes to sex. He seeks to take you to the limit, until you even forget your name. He likes a good, hard fuck.

Nothing better than watching your wife squirm for you while you fuck her. He loves it, especially if you moan his name, begging for more of him.

Like Fermin: he fucks you before the games for his good luck. It's a quickie, and after the game, you can continue.

ALEJANDRO BALDE:

Alejandro is playful. He likes to talk during sex and laugh at you. He also controls your orgasm or just lets you want it and that's it.

Could say he likes it when you beg him or tell him how good he feels. He's satisfied with that and loves the little voice you make while you tell him.

PAU CUBARSI:

Cuba is a sweet guy. He likes to kiss you while you're doing it and occasionally laugh at the sounds of pleasure you make.

Pau likes flattery. Fuck him while telling him he's a handsome guy, and he'll do it with even more desire and talent. If you like, you can pull his hair or bite his shoulder; it turns him on because he knows he's doing it right.

If you ask him, he can be rough, but he has a hard time treating you badly or talking dirty to you. He can't; he's too embarrassed.

❝ justageekk, 2025 ❞

[amirasainz]

What about George x Carmen x Hamilton!reader. She shows them the beauty of Brasil, and they all enjoy their time together, being in love with each other. Can you please make her fluent in Portuguese?🇧🇷💚

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💚

Brasil, o quanto eu amo (Brasil, how much I love you)

The Brazilian sun poured golden light over the sands of Praia do Forte, casting a warm glow over the ocean waves. George stretched out on a beach towel, Carmen nestled beside him, and Yn lying on his other side. Carmen’s arm was securely wrapped around Yn’s waist, and George’s hand occasionally brushed over her shoulder, holding her close. They were a perfect picture of relaxation—yet just beneath that was a bubbling excitement, the thrill of experiencing something entirely new together.

"Can you believe this place?" George murmured, his blue eyes scanning the beach before settling on Yn. “You know, I thought Monaco was paradise, but Brazil might just have it beat.”

Yn laughed, the sound bright and infectious. "That’s what I’ve been telling you both! Brazil has its own kind of magic." She shifted, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on George's arm. “And this is only the beginning. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Carmen leaned in, pressing a kiss to Yn’s cheek. "Then we’re in for an unforgettable trip," she whispered, her fingers curling around Yn’s waist just a little tighter. "You always know the best places to take us."

Yn’s cheeks flushed under Carmen’s touch and George’s gaze. She felt her heart skip, warmth blooming in her chest. This vacation had already been wonderful, but getting to show George and Carmen her favorite places in Brazil—her home—was something else entirely.

“Alright, so what’s next on the itinerary, love?” George asked, grinning. “You’ve got us hooked.”

Yn smiled, pulling away just enough to look at them both, her eyes dancing with excitement. “How about a bit of adventure? There’s a hidden waterfall not too far from here that barely anyone knows about. The hike there is through the rainforest—sound good?”

“Absolutely,” Carmen replied eagerly. “Anything you want to show us, we’re game.”

“Then let’s go!” Yn jumped to her feet, holding out her hands for George and Carmen, helping them up as they laughed and gathered their things.

---

The rainforest was alive with the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves, every step taking them deeper into the lush greenery. Yn led the way, effortlessly translating the occasional signs and pointing out the different plants and animals they encountered.

“Do you hear that?” Yn asked, pausing and tilting her head. Faintly, the sound of rushing water echoed through the trees. “We’re close.”

George slipped his hand into Yn’s, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Lead on, princess,” he said softly, brushing his lips over her knuckles.

Yn felt her heart flutter, glancing at Carmen, who had fallen in step on her other side, her hand resting on Yn’s waist as they walked. Carmen gave her a soft, knowing smile before leaning in and pressing a kiss to Yn’s lips.

They emerged from the trail to a breathtaking view. A secluded waterfall tumbled down into a crystal-clear pool surrounded by thick jungle. Sunlight streamed through the canopy above, casting dappled light over everything.

“It’s incredible,” Carmen breathed, her gaze sweeping over the scene before settling on Yn. “Thank you for bringing us here, Yn. I can’t imagine seeing this with anyone else.”

“Yeah,” George agreed, wrapping an arm around Yn’s shoulders. He bent down, brushing his lips against hers in a lingering kiss. “Thank you for sharing this with us. You really know how to make everything feel special.”

Yn smiled between them, feeling the weight of their words and their love all around her. “You’re both so easy to impress,” she teased, her voice soft. “But there’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here with you two.”

Carmen leaned in, resting her forehead against Yn’s, her fingers tracing Yn’s jaw as she murmured, “Then let’s enjoy every moment of it together.”

---

As the afternoon wore on, the three of them lounged beside the pool beneath the waterfall, dipping their feet in the cool water and soaking up the sun. Yn showed them how to greet others in Portuguese, taught them phrases to navigate the markets, and laughed as George tried—and failed—to imitate her accent.

“Como vai, George?” Yn asked, grinning as she tested him on the simple Portuguese phrase for “how are you?”

George furrowed his brows in concentration, repeating, “Como vai?” as he attempted to match her tone.

Yn giggled. “You’re getting better! By the end of this trip, you’ll be speaking like a Brazilian.”

“Only because I have the best teacher,” he replied, leaning forward to brush his lips over hers.

Carmen clapped her hands together. “Alright, my turn!” She smiled at Yn, eager to impress her. “How do you say, ‘I’m falling more in love with you every day’?”

Yn’s heart melted at the request. She took a breath and repeated softly, “Estou me apaixonando mais por você a cada dia.”

Carmen whispered the phrase back, her voice low, and kissed Yn again, sealing her words with her touch. George watched them with a tender smile, his hand resting over Yn’s on the warm rock where they sat.

As they lingered by the waterfall, laughter and kisses flowing freely, Yn thought of how much Brazil had always meant to her—and how much it now meant to share it with the people she loved.

[ltwilliammowett]

The French fleet forcing the entrance of Tagus River. 11 July 1831, by Émile Jean (1789-1863)

Quarterdeck of a ship of the line (the flagship Suffren?) during the Battle of the Tagus.

The Battle of the Tagus was a naval engagement that took place on 11 July 1831 at the mouth of the Tagus river, in Portugal. A French fleet attacked and subdued Portuguese fortifications at the entrance of the Tagus, with the aim to strong-arm the government of Miguel I into recognising the newly established Kingdom of the French. The damage to the forts defending access to the Tagus and the arrival of French warships at Lisbon forced the Portuguese to cave in and comply with French demands.

[inthewaytoamultilinguallife]

#exactly!#and then all the romance languages blend together in a romance language soup and you start saying things like#una pregunta. di dove sei porque eu sunt... aspetto#disculpa; possi terza feira? merci. bonne appetite.#anyways sorry for that but as someone who did a lot of italian; a bunch of french mostly forgotten; some portuguese and some spanish;#and a little bit of esperanto even#my brain is all soup#idk if i'll ever be able to untangle it

DIOS SII

Learning to speak more than one romance language feels like experiencing the world just a little bit different each time. So you have the world a little bit to the left, and the world with a yellow filter, and the world upside down, and the world a tad bigger, etc.

Is the same world, but it isn't at the same time

[thedemonofcat]

Então, nós sabemos que geralt andou pelo Caminho TM por anos e mesmo assim não sabia que ciri precisava de panos para sua menstruação. Estou imaginando um jaskier homem trans ou intersexo que esta menstruado pela primeira vez perto de geralt, então geralt sente o cheiro de sangue do seu bardo que em sua cabeça é um homem cis (ele não é transfobico só não é muito esperto para genero😭😭) mas o sangue é diferente e ele acha que o jaskier esta morrendo, enquanto isso jaskier esta tentando nao rir pois suas colicas estão fortes mas geralt cuidando dele como se ele estivesse com a peste é muito engraçado e fofo.

(unfortunately, I don’t speak Portuguese So I had to put it through a translator. So very sorry if I got anything wrong)

Jaskier struggled not to laugh as he lay sprawled on the bedroll, watching Geralt search him over with all the intensity of a medic mid-battle.

“I don’t see a wound,” Geralt growled, crouching beside him and inspecting his limbs with growing urgency. “Lift your shirt.”

Jaskier groaned. “Geralt, please don’t—”

“Is it internal bleeding? There’s too much blood. How long has this been going on?”

“Oh, since I was about twelve. Happens monthly.”

Geralt froze mid-motion. “You’ve been bleeding internally for twenty years?”

That did it. Jaskier laughed, though the motion made him wince as cramps twisted in his gut.

Geralt stared, completely serious, eyes wide. “This isn’t funny. You could be dying.”

“I’m not dying!” Jaskier wheezed. “I’m menstruating!”

Geralt blinked.

A long pause.

“I don’t know what that means.”

Jaskier groaned and covered his face. “Oh, my gods. You’ve battled leshens, banshees, and djinn, and you’ve never heard of a period?”

“I’ve heard of periods,” Geralt said defensively. “But only in the context of... Ciri needs clothes. I didn’t know you—”

“Because I’m a man?” Jaskier’s tone was gentle now, more amused than offended.

Geralt hesitated. “Because you said you’re a man. And you are. You are.”

“I am. But men like me can still bleed, Geralt. It’s biology, not magic.”

Geralt gave him a long, thoughtful look. Then: “So... you’re not dying?”

“Nope.”

“Do you need herbs? A potion?”

“A hot water bottle and a nap would be nice.”

Geralt stood. “I’ll warm some water. Get yourself fresh clothes. Tea. Potatoes?”

“Potatoes?”

“You always want them when you’re sad.”

Despite everything, Jaskier smiled. “That’s true. Thanks.”

Geralt didn’t answer, already bustling about the campsite with newfound purpose. But as he moved, he muttered under his breath:

“Still feels like he’s dying.”

[whencyclopedia]

Bartholomew Roberts

Bartholomew Roberts, aka 'Black Bart' Roberts (c. 1682-1722), was a Welsh pirate and one of the most successful villains of the Golden Age of Piracy. Roberts plundered over 400 ships on both sides of the Atlantic during his infamous three-year career, far more than any other pirate of the period.

Known for his flashy wardrobe, provocative Jolly Roger flags, and being a stickler for discipline, 'Black Bart' Roberts commanded one of the most powerful of all pirate ships, the Royal Fortune which had at least 40 cannons. Keen to avoid the hangman’s noose so many other pirates had felt tickle their necks, Roberts was shot in the throat resisting capture by the English authorities in 1722.

Early Career

Roberts was born in Pembroke County, Wales, in 1682, his real first name being John. John Roberts went to sea around age 13, and he grew into a tall, deeply-tanned, and weather-worn chap that resulted in his later nickname 'Black Bart' Roberts (or 'Black Barty'). An alternative source of this moniker was that Roberts often tortured his captives - especially French ones - to find out exactly where they kept their valuables. In one notorious episode in October 1720, Roberts ordered his men to cut the ears off a group of Dutch captives, some were hanged and their bodies used for target practice. So, then, either way, 'Black Bart' Roberts certainly lived up to his name.

As a young man, Roberts served as second mate on the Princess of London, a slave ship that plied the route between the coast of West Africa and London. Then, in February 1720, he joined, either by force or voluntarily, the crew of the Welsh pirate Howell Davis who had captured the Princess. It was at this stage that Roberts changed his Christian name to Bartholomew to make it more difficult for the authorities to discover his identity. When Davis died in an engagement with the Portuguese authorities on the Island of Princes (Principe Island) off the West African coast, Roberts was elected by the crew to take over. Captain Roberts swiftly launched a revenge attack on the fort of the Island of Princes and razed it to the ground along with the nearby town.

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[house-of-tales]

"Se ignorância é uma bênção, me pergunto o que seria sua burrice em insistir na bebida desse jeito" a empatia de Alhaitham era algo impressionante, pois fez absolutamente nada para segurar o outro quando o mesmo quase caiu.

— Eu só bebi uma taça. — Quis se apoiar na mesa para parecer que estava tudo bem, mas quase caiu. Agora ficou vermelho de vergonha.

[victusinveritas]

Colonial Portuguese fort. Note that the nearby brush has been cleared, ostensibly to make the fort look bigger.

[tbhimnoteasyonmyself]

15 Day BL Challenge - DAY 43

Buenos dias... Bom dia, Matosinhos. Estamos aqui na praia, espetacular! (Portuguese Meme)

Which Branded Pairing Should Just Get Married Already?

(Question Maker's Note: This is all for fun and giggles, we’re not actually speculating on anyone’s sexuality or relationships)

2 pairings come to mind tbh... Let's see:

FirstKhao & FortPeat

I don't even think I need to speak too much on FirstKhao, I think they're some sort of thousands of year-old souls destined to find each other in every lifetime type shit... Like, regardless of how you look at their relationship and the sort of love it brews from, the facts are: they aren't just connected by the red string of fate, they are covered head to toe in it. It's kinda crazy and it makes me hyper mad, I hate happy couples /j. dksjkdjskdjskdj

FortPeat is that one meme of Harry Styles back in 1D days where he's like "it's not about winners or losers but we won", you know? That's Fort's trajectory. Bc Idk what they have but it IS going on. And Fort's effortful love (whatever type it is of) towards Peat has captivated that man, that much I can tell. They're so *insert that sound Hyunjin made trying to explain Binnie and Chan acting cute towards each other here* these days that it's just... Idk, it makes me happy. Fort has been bewitched body and soul since day one and, in this house, we commend a fellow soldier of the Simp Order for his victory. Salute, brother Fort 🫡.

[probablyasocialecologist]

Since the Portuguese empire clung to the coasts instead of moving inland to colonize territory, it needed to develop a fluid state for governance of its global archipelago of fortified enclaves. To manage some twenty feitorias on the coast of India alone, the crown appointed a viceroy who, after 1530, would rule that country’s Estado da India (State of India) from a capital at Goa lined with impressive stone structures that had the look of Iberia in Asia. That enclave would also serve as headquarters for a Portuguese community scattered across Asia that eventually grew to some fourteen thousand, half of them Catholic clerics and the rest officials, soldiers, and merchants. This geopolitical array of forts linked by fleets proved reasonably capable of absorbing attacks by massed Asian levies—repelling assaults from stone ramparts, drawing support from nearby ports, and evacuating safely if necessary. The result: an imperial juggernaut that allowed the Portuguese to dominate the vast Indian Ocean with a few dozen ships and several thousand soldiers, neutralizing more powerful Asian monarchs whose enormous land armies were drawn from a vast Indian subcontinent with 150 million people.

Alfred W. McCoy, To Govern the Globe: World Orders and Catastrophic Change

[cherryblogss]

heyyy! i dont see if you specified anywhere wether the requests are closed or not, but if theyre not... could we, pleaseeee, get a fernando x reader with established relationship, smut, where they go roughly at it for too long and she has to use her safe word... and hes all panicked and trying to figure out whats wrong with her and some fluff towards the end??? sorry if its too much :) but im excited

I usually use Google translate for this, but this time it just sounded off even for me and I don’t speak the language so I decided to leave this here in English

hello sweetie😘 im always amazed when people from other languages message me😭 like how do you guys even end up here. I feel sorry but i'll write it in portuguese💀 sorry for taking so long to answer😞

aff to rindo da safeword que eu escolhi

O prazer intenso do vai e vem dos quadris do moreno era uma linha tênue entre satisfação e ser demais para aguentar. Já era o terceiro round e sua pele se sentia quente demais, o rosto encharcado pelas lágrimas e suas costas doendo pelas posições inusitadas que Fernando te colocava. Tudo tinha começado quando em uma crise de ciúmes você acabou por falar coisas que não deveria e seu noivo ficou ainda mais enfurecido com seu escândalo. Mas com a raiva crescia também o tesão que culminou em vocês dois se fodendo no chão da sala e Fernando estapeando sua bunda enquanto te comia de quatro, te dando exatamente o que você pedia.

Entretanto, depois de 4 orgasmo seu corpo já estava quase apagando e a forma como o pau grosso dele se enterrava dentro de ti em um ritmo alucinante te fazia perder a consciência as vezes. Apesar de tentar manter a mente funcionando e focar no prazer, só conseguia pensar como os joelhos a quaquer momento cederiam e sua intimidade ardia de tantas atividades.

"Feer-" Choramingou incoerente em meio aos grunhidos e sons estalados dos seus corpos se chocando.

Fernando completamente imerso em seu próprio êxtase, interpreta seus sons como mais um orgasmo iminente até pela forma como suas paredes internas se contraiam intensamente e os líquidos da sua excitação escorria pelas suas coxas, sujando os pelos pubianos do argentino.

Os quadris aceleraram mais o ritmo, te fazendo soltar um grito esganiçado quando a ponta do membro começa a estimular seu ponto g diretamente a cada estocada.

"cowboy." tenta sussurrar mais só sai uma sentença incoerente. "Cowboy!!!!"

No momento que você fala a palavra um pouco mais alto, seu namorado já para de se movimentar, afrouxando o aperto das mãos e agora te segurando cuidadosamente para te virar de frente para ele.

Seus olhos desfocados só são capazes de ver os olhos escuros arregalados e a cabeleira negra se movimentando conforme ele procurava por qualquer machucado.

"Meu deus, princesa, o que foi? Te machuquei? Vou te levar no hospital agora mesmo." Ele questiona nervoso atropelando as palavras e com a voz tremendo em apreensão.

"Não, não. Calma, Fer, só achei que por um minuto eu ia desmaiar." Fala finalmente juntando as palavras e conseguindo recuperar o fôlego.

Fernando arqueia uma sobrancelha, levando as mãos para o seu rosto e limpando as lágrimas, maquiagem escorrida e saliva da sua pele. Imitando-o, move as mãos para a face do mais velho, acariciando a barba grande e as bochechas avermelhadas na tentativa de acalmá-lo já que parecia que a qualquer momento ele iria enfartar com a forma que o peito dele subia e descia muito rápido e os olhos estavam arregalados em desespero.

"Tem certeza que tá tudo bem?" Ele pergunta quase em um sussurro e segurando seu rosto para manterem o contato visual.

"Sim, amor, só acho que tá bom por hoje." Responde sorrindo fraco e relaxando o corpo para se apoiar nos braços fortes que te cercavam.

"Me perdoa, porfa." Ele pede depois de engolir em seco e checar que seu corpo não tinha nenhum machucado.

"Não tem nada de errado, Fer." Fala se inclinando para dar um beijo no queixo dele, em seguida se deitando no peitoral firme.

"Promete?" Ele pergunta com a voz mais autoritária começando a pentear seus cabelos bagunçados.

"Prometo."

"Agora eu vou cuidar de você, princesa, vem." Fernando fala depois de um tempo em silêncio. O moreno entrelaça os braços ao redor das suas coxas e te ergue com uma certa facilidade ao se encaminhar para o banheiro.

"Você já tava cuidando antes." Responde sorrindo maliciosa ao remexer os quadris e se aninhar no pescoço grosso do maior.

"Para com isso, sua safada." Ele responde te dando um tapinha franco na bunda quando finalmente chegam ao banheiro.

Ele te deixa sentadinha na beirada da banheira enquanto abre o registro e mede temperatura para deixar do jeito que você gosta, até colocando as espumas que memorizou serem suas favoritas.

Quando satisfeito, ele volta a te carregar e te coloca na água morna, depois te acompanhando e sentando atrás de você. Ele começa massageando seus ombros, te fazendo suspirar e fechar os olhos relaxada quando o alívio instantâneo tomou conta dos seus músculos. Em seguida, move os dedos largos para pentear seus cabelos e massagear seu couro cabeludo com o shampoo. Ele era tão cuidadoso que seu estômago se contorcia com as borboletas de ter dado sorte em encontrar alguém tão apaixonante como Fernando.

A situação te dando uma sensação nostálgica de quando o viu pela primeira vez. Tão sério e intimidador, mas nas primeiras palavras que trocaram você já estava caidinha pelo jeito encantador do moreno.

"Que foi, linda?" Fernando pergunta quando escuta uma risada baixinha vinda de você.

"Lembra do dia que a gente se conheceu?"

"Claro que lembro." Ele responde indignado que você talvez pensasse que um dia ele seria capaz de esquecer a primeira vez que te viu.

"Eu acho muito engraçada nossa safeword, porque só me lembro como você ficou emburrado com aquela roupa de cowboy combinando com o Kuku." Fala entre gargalhadas e se deitando sobre o corpo do argentino, mas com a cabeça erguida para encarar a feição envergonhada do seu noivo.

Fernando não consegue se conter, se unindo as suas gargalhadas com uma risada rouca ao recordar como Esteban insistiu que eles fossem combinando fantasiados de algum jogo de faroeste para uma festa de halloween e acabou te conhecendo quando você estava vestida como o par romântico do personagem dele.

"Ele me faz passar por cada coisa... mas nunca vou reclamar, porque senão não teria te conhecido, amor." Fernando fala com as íris castanhas brilhando em paixão e se inclinando para dar um selinho demorado nos seus lábios sorridentes.

Sério galera, se alguem não parar quando vc disser não ou estiver indisposta call the police e corra pelo amor