#in brazil ofc

[cadillacjohnf1]

Highkey they are not beating the 'Ollie murdered Kmag' rumours

[cepheusgalaxy]

Ok, so, well:

A very long ago, when the trees still used to walk, the animals still used to talk, and there weren't any humans yet, the tortoises had even, shiny shells.

A tortoise among them was very petty and very full of herself. She bragged to all animals about how her shell was beautiful and they had nothing like her.

She bragged to the monkeys, she bragged to the frogs and she bragged to the birds, until one day, fed up, the heron snapped back at her:

"Well, good for you, but nonetheless, at least I have my wings, for the Creator invited all birds and animals with wings for his Party in the Sky!"

That shut up the tortoise immediatelly. "A party in the sky? When? Why was I not invited?"

"For the when, that is none of your concern, but it is a seven days from now. For why you were not invited, that's quite obvious!"

Then, the Heron flied away, leaving the Tortoise contemplative where they had been talking.

"That's true", the Tortoise thought to herself. "I do not have wings like the Heron. Therefore I cannot go to the Party in the Sky."

Now, if the Tortoise was perhaps a bit more humble, she'd have quit and followed on with her life and her beautiful shell, but, as petty as she was, the Tortoise soon crafted a plan to be allowed on the Party on the Sky.

"If I cannot go because I do not have wings... then all I have to do is to get some!"

The Tortoise then, for the seven following days, walked around asking all of the feathered birds she met with for a single feather. Some of them declined, but oh well. She still had about a lot of feathers, or better yet, she has feathers enough.

With a lot of care, the Tortoise made a beautiful pair of wings with feathers of all different colors glued with wax on a very steady tree branch.

"With this, I will be able to get in the Party of the Sky!"

However, when the Tortoise tried to fly with her new wings, she found that she could not go very far away. She was getting very frustrated, until she saw the Vulture, who was carrying a guitar and seemed to be getting some packages ready.

Curious, the Tortoise approached him.

"Oh Vulture! Long time no see, how are you?"

The Vulture turned his gaze to the Tortoise. Well, lowered it, actually.

"Oh, Tortoise! Long time no see indeed. I am very well today, and very content indeed, for I am heading for the Party on the Sky!" He then gave her an apologetic look, seeing her handmade wings that did not go very far. "Well— unfortunately, you cannot go, Tortoise, for only winged animals were invited. That's very unfortunate."

The Tortoise, of course already crafting another plan, lied and brushed his worry off. "Oh, my friend! You need not to worry. I am perfectly fine here at the ground. I wish you all the fun today!"

As soon as she and the Vulture said goodbye to each other and he turned away his view, the Tortoise crawled back to him without his notice and entered the cavity on his guitar.

"Well!" She thought, comfy inside the instrument. "Fortunately, this thing is big enough to carry me! And I'm sure the Vulture won't mind me taking a little ride with him. Now I can go to the Party in the Sky!"

A few moments later, when the Vulture finished packing his things for the fight, he picked up his guitar—how weird. Was it always this heavy?—and took flight into the Sky.

The ride took a while, and the Tortoise was starting to feel really sleepy inside there, and the Vulture was starting to feel really tired as well, with all the extra weight, but not long after, they arrived at the Sky, and the Tortoise snapped awake, not wanting to lose a single detail.

The Sky had a floor made of clouds, and over them sat a huge amount of tables, each with a variety of gorgeous and amazing-smelling food, that made the Tortoise's mouth water. There was music playing, and when the Vulture realized that—oh, no, I'm late already!—the Tortoise furtively crawled out of the guitar. Well, it was a bit tricky, because of the wings she didn't mind to take off, and because she was all sore, but it had been worth it. She'd made it to the Party in the Sky!

As she wandered around, the music playing on the background (now with a melodious guitar added to the sound) she attempted to take a closer look on the tables, using her wings for support (she might be over clouds but they were very light and she really needed them not to fall) when she encountered with the Heron.

"Tortoise?" She seemed surprised. "What are you doing here? You were not even invited!"

Proudly and cheekyly, the Tortoise pointed to her multicolored wings. "Well, dear Heron, as you can see, I now have wings as well! Of course I'd get invited!"

The Heron didn't know if she believed her, but decided talking with the Tortoise any more was not really worth it, so she just decided to leave and enjoy the Party.

"But this Party in the Sky is really great!" The Tortoise thought to herself. "I also need to taste that delitious food, of course!"

Meanwhile, all the birds were gathering around a little plataform in the center, so they didn't notice the Tortoise sneaking in the food tables.

They were gathering because the Creator was going to give a little speech.

"Lovely creatures", His voice rumbled like a thunder, strong but kind, when the animals reunired around Him. "I throw this Party today as a thank you to all of you. As winged animals, you are all the closer to me in all the Creation, and bless the sky with your colors and the earth with your melodies", he said. "Therefore, I, as your Creator, reward you with this feast. Enjoy!"

As the birds all cheered and moved to the tables, something odd happened.

"Where is all the food?"

"Wait, there was a feast over that table earlier!"

"What happened?"

"Is it possible the Creator is playing a trick on us?"

Amongst the loud and worried chatter, the Heron catched a little sillouette on the corner of her eye. She got closer to see it, and found nobody less than the Tortoise, with a satisfied gaze and crumbs of food in her mouth and in the floor around her. She looked very full.

"You!" The Heron screamed out loud, catching the attention of the other birds, who turned their heads—some, like the Owl, quite literally—to see what was the matter.

"Me?" The Tortoise pointed to herself lazily, sleepy because of all the good food.

"You ate the entire feast!" The Heron accused. "There is almost nothing left!"

All the birds got closer to her, towering over the small Turtle with their long legs, sharp beaks and big wings. Their eyes widened in surprise when they recognized her.

"It's you!"

"But how?"

"Was it for that you asked us for all of those feathers?"

"I cannot believe that!"

The Tortoise, with her belly full and her mind fuzzy with pleasure, tried to push them over, but the animals, furious, each picked their feathers back.

"I'm taking mine! After the favour we'd done to you!"

"If it were to be so selfish, you shouldn't even have asked!"

"I don't mind sharinf feathers, but you've gone too far!"

One by one, the feathers on her wing started getting plucked and yanked out, until her wings were so light and so weak they couldn't beatr her weight anymore, and the Tortoise started to fall.

"Oh, no!" She screamed. "What do I do? What do I do?"

"Use that hard and shiny shell you always brag so much about, you selfish Tortoise!" A bird screamed annoyed from up the clouds.

And said and done, when the Tortoise fell, thankfully not very harmed, her shell had taken most of the fall. She was atordoated ("I was in the Party on the Sky! But what did I do? What have I done? What do I do?"), but eventually got up—a little sore on the legs because of the fall—and walked around.

She soon met a lake, and as she was very vain and loved seeing her own reflection, the Tortoise took a look on her beautiful, beautiful shell that was amazingly—

—Shattered?

When the Tortoise saw her reflection, her usually shiny and polished shell was not shiny and polished anymore. It was divided into millions of little pieces, like dried clay that did not dry properly.

For a moment she did not believe it. "It must be a trembling in the water!" The Tortoise thought, but certainly, the lake was very and perfectly still.

When the Tortoise fell and her shell protected her, its shiny surface shattered and made a pattern like so, and that's why, to this day, all tortoises (*cough cough* nevermind this was kind of mean) have shattered shells

Do you guys know about the myth of why tortoises have a shattered shell

[fairylando]

i literally just came back home from watching venom 3 (gayest shit ever) AND ALL OF THIS HAPPENED??? and brasil house got kind of confirmed too?????👀

also im begging give me this photo in hd my 555 rights ��😭 the two eras of me loving f1... 5 numbered guys

[tmeowniisfk]

[GRAVITY FALLS, HELL YEAH]

[PT/BR]:

TRABALHO DE ESCOLA MEU POVO, APRECIEM💥💥💥💥

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[EN]:

SCHOOLWORK MY PPL, ENJOY🔥🔥🔥🔥

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[mystiquill]

brazil hinata !! ☀️

[pierrespuli]

Btw anyones that surprised Brazil is playing well knows nothing about footie. USWNT midfield is completely gone which is on us but is also bc Brazil is doing an insane job lol. Two things can be true at once.

[hotchfiles]

also. please. dont look at trump as the sole enemy. bolsonaro is not nearly as strong as he once was here, but the far right is still going strong. beware of all fascists in suits supporting his campaings, of all republicans and democrats alike voting in favor of his policies, because 4 years will pass, and even with a 2nd term, 8 years will pass. trump wont be forever, but fascism is always just around the corner, waiting for the slight opening to become as powerful as it once was

[ln4lvr]

AHHH HES GONNA COOK SO HARD I KNOW IT!!!!

[crepegosette]

I cant believe Arg would cheat on Brazil like that, being an archenemies isn't something to be taken lightly, im crying and shaking rn fr fr 😭😭

there's only a right answer

[lys-9-10]

New KGHN post-timeskip fic

Read on AO3 (preview below image)

Preview:

Four. That was how many texts Tobio had received from Hinata since he’d left for Brazil. 

Four texts, all clustered within the first few weeks of Hinata’s arrival . . . An arrival that had taken place almost two years ago.

Tobio doesn’t know what he had been expecting. 

Daily Facetimes? Good morning and good night texts? “How’s your day going?” check-ins every afternoon? 

Whatever he’d been expecting though, it wasn’t this. This: sitting on his bed, staring at their scant message thread on his phone, tapping his screen every time it threatened to go dark, waiting, waiting . . . for something. 

When Tobio had said “See you later,” to Hinata after their grad ceremony, he knew it would be a while before they did indeed see each other later. Tobio didn’t know how long Hinata was planning on training in Brazil—even Hinata didn’t know that—but it was sure to be at least a year, possibly several. 

And yet even then—even with the prospect of almost 20,000 km separating them for an indefinite period—it honestly never occurred to Tobio that there would be a time when his days wouldn’t be filled with Hinata.

They were the infamous 9/10 duo, after all. One of those names that you only ever hear in conjunction with the other—“Hinata and Kageyama.” “Kageyama and Hinata.” They simply didn’t exist without each other. . . 

Except now they do. 

Now Tobio wakes every day—trims and files his nails—eats breakfast—packs his bento—leaves for practice—practises… and comes home. 

And at no point in his day is there Hinata. 

Tobio knows it’s natural. People going abroad and eventually forgetting about their friends from back home. But . . . somehow he’d thought . . . 

Tobio squeezes his eyes shut and presses the heel of his palm to the splitting ache in his head. 

Hinata and Kageyama. Kageyama and Hinata. 

They simply don’t exist without each other. 

Except now they do. 

----- Hoshiumi is quick. 

Too quick. 

The first time Coach Suzaku asks them to do it—“Try that quick attack you used to do with your ginger in high school”—Tobio just smirks. Because there’s no way Hoshiumi will be able to connect, he’s sure. 

But when the ball slams into the ground on the opposite side of the net rather than dropping listlessly at Hoshiumi’s feet . . . Tobio feels something inside his chest shrivel up. 

“No,” he says instantly, and his voice feels like it’s squeezing out of his compressed lungs. “That wasn’t right.” 

It absolutely was right—the timing, the technique, the power—it was exactly right. 

But it was also wrong. Incredibly, horribly wrong. 

“Huh?!?” Hoshiumi sputters, indignant. “What are you talking about, that was perfect!” 

“No,” Tobio says again, sharper than before. “It was—”

Wrong, a betrayal, a hole being ripped through his core . . .

“—It didn’t feel the same.” 

And at least Tobio isn’t lying. Because it didn’t feel the same. It never could, no matter how technically flawless. 

“You’re full of bull!” Hoshiumi shouts, really riled up now. “That was better than with your second-stringer Little Giant and you know it!” 

Tobio’s eyes narrow. And when he speaks, his voice is low and dangerous. “Second-stringer?” 

Hoshiumi glares back. “Yeah, second-stringer! As I recall, I came out on top in the Little Giant showdown in high school!” 

“Hinata got a fever.” 

“Because he wasn’t strong enough! And because he’s an idiot who doesn’t know how to take care of himself!” 

Tobio steps toward Hoshiumi—one short, heavy step. He feels the fingers in his right hand clench and release. His nostrils flare as he tries to remind himself to breathe, breathe, don’t do anything stupid that will get him suspended from the team . . . 

“Don’t call Hinata an idiot,” he rasps at last. And it’s hypocritical—outrageously hypocritical—but right now Tobio can’t see past the angry red haze in his eyes to care. 

Hoshiumi is silent for a moment, gaze scraping slowly over Tobio’s face. Then, he scoffs. A low, disbelieving scoff.

“That’s what this is about. This is some asinine loyalty stunt for your subpar shortie.” 

Tobio has never left practice early before. He’s never even left practice on time before. He’s always the last one in the gym, well after the others are gone. (The very last one. Because on this team, no one stays behind with him, begging for “one more toss”.) 

But right now—only fifteen minutes into the Schneider Adlers’ practice—Tobio turns on his heels and quickly strides away, off the court. 

He has to move quickly. Because no one is allowed to see the tears that are forming in his eyes. 

Hoshiumi yells after him, just before he pushes his way through the doors. “PUT THAT SHIT AWAY KAGEYAMA! YOU’RE IN PROS, THIS IS YOUR JOB! DON’T BRING YOUR EMOTIONAL CRAP ONTO THE COURT!” Read more on AO3

[sorvete-de-pacoca]

Olá! You were discussing a while back the fact that Alfred gets upset because he doesn't know of a world without Arthur, but Arthur had centuries of history without him in it.

What about Luciano?

Both he and Alfred are similar in a lot of things and this is one of those. Luciano with time realizes that what he knew about Afonso was only a fraction of his life. He knew about Antonio and Arthur but what do you mean you lived with Japan for a while? Who is Malacca?! He did what in India?!?

Afonso was his caretaker his whole childhood and teenage years. To learn he was only an episode in his life made he feel small. And, in bitter moments, he would look around and see the architecture and cultural influences he left, and think how unfair that Afonso was so impactful in his life while he was just a interesting experience.

[bat-the-misfit]

i literally saw an ad written "white man in his 50s looking for a thin, black woman in her 40s" and i'm shocket

[cepheusgalaxy]

Random brazilian fellas on my dash. I agree. And rb.

[tmeowniisfk]

[ROBO FORTUNE]💥💥💥💥

[PT/BR]:

— Eu tô MUITO viciado em skullgirls, e eu só queria mostrar a minha fav 🫶

Favor ignorar o ritual abaixo

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[EN]:

I'm just so SOO INTO SKULLGIRLS RN and that's my fave character🫶

Ignore the ritual down bellow

ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE ROBO FORTUNE

AAAAAAAAAAAA

[sabrinasfadingmoon]

ARE WE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS ??? Because at this point I’m so- LIKE IS IT HAPPENING OR ??? I’m so-

i have no words. My brain is rotting, I am a pile of mushy confusion grabbing at strings to put myself back together again but I just end up falling right back through the strings.

BECAUSE BROS ARE WE WINNING OR ARE WE LOSING HELLO

[skitskatdacat63]

I was racking my brain trying to think of who this would be, first thought being that it would be one of the top teams, but then I remembered ITS FUCKING HAAS!!!!! What an insane stat, wow.