#georgina rodriguez

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۶ৎ WAG ROYALTY: THE GEORGINA RODRIGUEZ SCRIPTING & MANIFESTATION PACK ˙⋆.˚

This is for the lovely person who requested this (@liyauwuw) and for the people who want to manifest stuff about themselves or script this in their shifting script! this pack is a georgina rodriguez theme ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ enjoy!

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⋆ You carry yourself like a woman who has walked through every door as if it was built for her—poised, effortless, commanding without needing to demand.

⋆ Your beauty is not just seen; it is felt. It lingers in the air like the scent of expensive perfume—rich, intoxicating, impossible to ignore.

⋆ There is an unshakable confidence in the way you move, as if you were born to be admired, yet never waiting for permission to shine.

⋆ Your presence is a quiet luxury, not loud nor ostentatious—just undeniably rare, like silk draped over golden skin, like diamonds catching the light in just the right way.

⋆ When you enter a room, the atmosphere shifts—not with chaos, but with something steadier, something magnetic. Eyes don’t just glance; they follow.

⋆ Your beauty is sculpted yet soft, refined yet effortless—as if the world itself shaped you with careful hands, knowing you would be nothing less than captivating.

⋆ There is something undeniably regal in your stillness—the way you hold your chin slightly higher, the way your gaze never wavers, the way you make silence feel powerful.

⋆ Your hair falls in waves like liquid dusk, cascading in effortless perfection, catching the light as if even the sun craves to touch it.

⋆ Your lips, full and knowing, never reveal too much, yet always seem to hold the weight of a thousand unspoken secrets.

⋆ Your hands are adorned with elegance—rings catching the glow of chandeliers, bracelets clinking softly, each movement a statement of refinement.

⋆ You dress not to impress, but to claim your space—luxury tailored to your form, heels that were made for marble floors, silhouettes that whisper of exclusivity.

⋆ Your voice is smooth, measured—a melody of soft confidence, of knowing exactly what to say and when to say nothing at all.

⋆ When you smile, it is not careless—it is deliberate, controlled, a rare glimpse behind the veil of a woman who has mastered the art of allure.

⋆ Your laughter is low, rich, unforced—like the sound of champagne being poured into a crystal glass, like something reserved for only the most exquisite moments.

⋆ You do not chase, you attract. Not by force, but by presence. There is no need to beg for attention when the world naturally gravitates toward you.

⋆ Your gaze holds something deeper than beauty—it holds knowledge, experience, the understanding that true power is quiet, that real elegance does not need to be spoken.

⋆ You exist in a world of private jets and city lights, yet you remain untouched by excess. Wealth does not define you—it merely follows you, as if it, too, is enchanted.

⋆ There is something untouchable about you—not in distance, but in essence. The closer one gets, the more they realize you are not just beautiful—you are rare.

⋆ You leave behind the scent of something expensive, something unforgettable. Long after you’ve walked away, your presence still lingers—an echo of elegance, a trace of power.

⋆ You do not try to fit in. You do not try to stand out. You simply exist in a way that makes both inevitable.

⋆ Your softness is intentional, your kindness selective—you know that not all deserve access to the world you have built.

⋆ To be admired is expected, but to be remembered—that is what sets you apart.

⋆ You move like a woman who has never had to ask for space—every step measured, every glance intentional, as if the world rearranges itself around you.

⋆ Your beauty is not just seen, but felt—like the lingering scent of luxurious aroma in the night air, like the hush that falls when something truly mesmerizing enters the room.

⋆ There is a kind of opulence in your presence—never forced, never flaunted, but woven into your essence, like gold threaded through silk.

⋆ You wear confidence like a signature piece—timeless, refined, always the final touch that makes everything else fall into place.

⋆ The light bends for you, catching in the gloss of your lips, the gleam of diamonds at your wrists, the impossibly perfect glow of your skin.

⋆ You are the embodiment of quiet power—never rushed, never frantic, because you know that everything meant for you will come in its time.

⋆ Your elegance is effortless, not because it was given, but because it was cultivated—layered in discipline, sharpened by experience, softened only by choice.

⋆ You do not demand attention. You command it by simply existing—by the way you hold yourself, by the way your silence speaks louder than words.

⋆ Your laughter is a privilege—not given freely, but bestowed upon those who earn it, like a rare vintage poured into waiting glasses.

⋆ There is something untouchable about you—not in distance, but in exclusivity. You are a world not everyone is invited into.

⋆ Your style is a lesson in precision—every fabric tailored to perfection, every shade chosen to accentuate, every accessory placed with intention.

⋆ Your beauty is not just in your features, but in the way you carry them—like a woman who knows her worth and has no need to prove it.

⋆ Your hands are adorned, but never weighed down. The diamonds you wear do not define you; they merely highlight what was already luminous.

⋆ You speak with purpose—never filling silence with empty words, never offering more than necessary. Mystery is a language you speak fluently.

⋆ When you enter a space, people don’t just turn—they pause, as if instinctively aware they are in the presence of something rare.

⋆ You do not need validation. You do not chase approval. Your existence alone is enough to unsettle those who have not yet learned their own power.

⋆ The world is drawn to you not because you seek attention, but because you move like a secret waiting to be discovered.

⋆ You are adorned in luxury, but never consumed by it. Wealth is an accessory, not your identity.

⋆ Your beauty is the kind that lingers—subtle yet unforgettable, like the final note of a song that stays long after the music has ended.

⋆ Your grace is deliberate—never wasted, never given where it is undeserved. You are warm, but not naïve; generous, but not reckless.

⋆ You understand the power of presence—how a single glance can shift the energy in a room, how a well-placed silence can say more than words ever could.

⋆ Your aura is velvet and steel—soft to the touch, but impossible to break.

⋆ You are a woman of dualities—warm yet distant, inviting yet exclusive, a dream wrapped in reality.

⋆ You exist in a world of champagne toasts and whispered conversations, where luxury is not just a lifestyle, but a language. And you are fluent in it.

⋆ Your softness is never weakness. It is a choice—a reminder that true strength does not always need to roar.

⋆ You do not simply wear beauty. You embody it, redefine it, make it something that exists beyond the surface.

⋆ Your elegance is timeless—never dictated by trends, never swayed by fleeting moments. You are a classic in a world of passing fads.

⋆ You are a woman who does not seek the world’s favor, yet somehow, the world finds itself at your feet.

⋆ Your presence is a luxury—not everyone can afford it.

[arabellanextdoor]

she’s a future

football/soccer wag

[plentifulpronstar]

Georgina Rodriguez

[redcarpet-streetstyle]

[idolsgeneration]

[bellzsq]

“Your angry bird”

Y/n and Pablo are new to dating in 2021 and the second game she goes to against PSG gavi gets sent off

Warnings: none just aggression

Y/ns pov

It was 6:30, Pablo had just left his house and got off FaceTime with me.

Yesterday he had bought me his own Barca jersey for me to wear at an important game tonight against PSG.

If you ask Pablo some of his favorite teams to go against he would say PSG in a heartbeat.

I put my gavi Barca jersey with some dark blue American eagle skinny jeans with some leather boots that ended where my calf muscle started on my leg.

Mikky and Anna were coming to pick me up at around 6:45 so I put on another layer of my lipgloss before popping it into my Gucci purse my sister let me borrow.

I made sure I had everything I needed. Pads, tampons, money, lipgloss, house keys, a portable charger and my AirPods.

(Sorry about the pads and tampons part but let’s be realistic 🤷🏻‍♀️🤣)

Once I made sure I had everything I went downstairs to check in the body mirror I had in the hall way.

I made sure nothing was wrong with my outfit before heading outside as I heard a BMW honk.

I locked my doors and walked to the car and got in the backseat.

“Hey girl! You ready for your second game as Pablo’s Girlfriend?” Mikky said as she looked at me from the passenger seat.

My face heated up as I got the label as “Pablo’s girlfriend” but that’s who I was.

“Yeah, people say these matches are chaotic sometimes?” I asked with a hint of question in my tone.

“Mostly. It’s because the biggest players are on these teams so they compete with eachother in a friendly yet enemy way. It’s the fun of the game.” Anna says as she drove out of the drive way.

I nodded “now I understand… they must have good competition then,”

Anna scoffed “oh please, don’t get me wrong those French players are very charming and good but they never compare.”

I laughed softly at her statement.

“And your boyfriend always happens to have beef with hakimi, the team made up a joke that gavi always wants to go for the bigger dude…” mikky says making us all laugh.

(I know gavi probably doesn’t have beef with hakimi but it’s for the joke)

“I can just imagine 5’8 pablo going up against 6 foot Hakimi..” I laughed.

I decided to post on my instagram

Y/n y/l/nnnnn

Y/n y/l/nnnnn His good Good luck charm at tonight match 😉💗 @pablogavi

Mikkykiemeney, siramartinezc & 7,982 others liked.

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Once we arrived at camp Nou Anna parked the car and all three of us got out and entered the stadium.

We got our passes and paid before heading to our seats in row 12. Anna was on the end and I was next to Anna with mikky next to me.

20 minutes later the whistle blew and the match started.

I kept thinking of what they told me about Pablo’s fights and deep down it gave me anxiety.

At the middle of the 2nd half Pablo bumped Hakimi and Hakimi got up and pushed him starting up a fight.

Pablo swung at his nose while hakimi got his eye.

Lewandowski. Ferrán Torres and Mbappe broke up the fight as the teams started swarming them and the red blew his whistle as he stuck up a red card for both of them.

They were both sent off and gavi was pissed so he threw his jersey off at Xavi as he hit the seat infront of him in the bench.

“Oh no…” I mumbled as I fiddled with my fingers.

“He is not happy…” mikky whispered to me as she watched the game.

I seen raphinha trying to talk to gavi but I seen him hitting his leg out of frustration and anger.

I was looking at him trying to get eye contact but every time our eyes met for like 1 second he would look away.

I looked over at mikky and said “he’s ignoring me”

“Just give it time frenkie does it all the time he should just need like 20 minutes to like a couple hours to calm down” mikky tells me.

Once the match was over I met Pablo at his car and he was still mad with his head down and we got in the car silently.

“I’m so sorry y/n you shouldn’t have seen any of that… I’m sorry I did that infront of you…” Pablo apologized as he held my hand.

“Pablo it’s okay… is your eye okay? It looks pretty swollen…” I rub my thumb over his swollen eye.

“Yeah, it’s just throbbing right now… I’ll be okay I’m a footballer this is what I signed up for.” He reassured me.

“Can you drive all the way back to your house? You can sleep at mine and I can help take care of you…” I offered and he smirked.

“Yeah, I don’t think I can make it back to my home…” he said in a fake disappointed tone making me laugh.

We started driving and one of my favorite physical touches he did as he turned was put his big hand on my thigh.

Once we got to my home he took a shower in the downstairs shower and I took a shower in my room.

“I think one of your neighbors seen me,” Pablo’s voice said, startling me.

“Pablo,” I breathed out as I put my hand over my heart.

“Sorry I thought you were already changed.” He covered his eyes and turned around getting out of the room shutting the door behind him making me smile at his Cheesiness.

I changed into a random Italy grey crew neck with with loose black shorts and let him in as he was still waiting patiently outside the room waiting for me.

He changed into some pajamas he had here. Pablo wasn’t the kind of man to wear a “onesie” to sleep and have childish pajamas he had sweats and a white shirt and that’s as it.

I got into bed after putting on some moisturizer and brushing my wet hair.

He jumped into my bed with me and grabbed the remote.

“Minions like we talked about?” He raised his eyebrows up and down repeatedly making me laugh and nod.

He turned it on and put the volume up a little.

“Why wouldn’t you look at me when you were on the bench?” I broke the silence.

“I was embarrassed… this is your second match as my girl and I got punched in the eye…” he confessed.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. I was worried…” I told him as I rubbed my thumb over his hands.

“I know but I wanted your first few games as mine to be memorable and smile when you think about it. I forced Xavi have me in the line up for the next 3 more games just to show off to you..”

My heart melted and my lip quivered as he told me what he felt.

“Pabs… your so cute. You will always impress me and I’ll always be happy with your performance. Even if you just shoot a single penalty and I wouldn’t even care if you would miss. Seeing you do your thing that you love makes me smile.” I explained to him.

I seen him tear up a little as he blinked a few quick 3 times as he looked up at me.

“You really mean that?..” his voice cracked a little.

“Yes, even in 20 years. Together or not I’ll just be like ‘oh remember his first 2 games, Achraf Hakimi and him got into a fight’ that makes me smile. You being you. I don’t care if you don’t play the last 20 minutes of a game…” I rubbed his cheek as we stared into eachothers eyes.

He wiped the tear dripping from his left eye as he sniffled.

“That’s the most meaningful, most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me…” he told me.

“It’s true Pablo. I’ll always support you and a little yellow card doesn’t disappoint me and it shouldn’t disappoint you either because you did your best.” I kissed him on his pink plump lips.

He squeezed my waist a little as we pulled away.

“I think You are by far the nicest person I’ve ever met in my 17 years of living…” he hugged me against my bed.

“I’m glad… your the cutest and nicest I’ve ever met in my 16 years.” I kissed him.

He smiled softly as our noses touched and we had eye contact.

“My little angry bird, pablito…” I winked at him as I rubbed his sides.

“Your angry bird.” He repeated.

“MY, angry bird.” I kissed him one more time.

[drexmwomxn]

[celebsinlingerie]

Georgina Rodriguez

[judesbelligoal]

Could just be me being delusional but junior always seems completely bored out of his mind or slightly annoyed whenever i see him with gio. I first noticed it when i watched the 1st season of her Netflix show. Btw this could also just be him being a teenager who doesn’t like cameras so dont take this too serious

[imsovoguesblog]

Georgina Rodriguez sizzles in GUESS’ holiday 2024 campaign, teaming up with the iconic brand for the third time. The star of Netflix’s I Am Georgina serves up some holiday style

[flightlessloxe]

[loveoftia]

[desvela2]

Georgina Rodriguez vía X. 📷

[idolsgeneration]

[wtflife01]

Abu Dhabi GP looks ‘23 2/3

[drexmwomxn]