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chlerc · 2 years ago

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keep it low ; joão félix

— summary; in which João’s occasional comments under a certain portuguese model account, vice versa, leaves people wondering about their relationship.

pairing — joão félix x influencer-also-charles-leclerc’s-friend!f. reader

social media au

content — private relationship but it’s really obvious at the same time because damn it’s joão and neither of you can keep it low. they reveal it at the end 😭

NAVIGATION + author’s note: thought this would be funny because joão has a thing for actresses & models obviously, just not a lando girl in this story. wack google translate, forgive me

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ynusername his weekend was as bad as the fall, 26-28 dump 🎞️

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charles_leclerc full-time footballer, part-time driver 😂

ynusername @charles_leclerc worser than chelsea

joaofelix79 @ynusername você tem um jogador do Chelsea seguindo você 😅 (you have a Chelsea player following you)

ynusername @joaofelix79 oops forgot about you 🫣

sharl_leclerc16 caption ruthless but truth

leclerc_fangirl barcelona will be better

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ynusername missing paris 🥐☕

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joaofelix79 beleza absoluta 😍 (absolute beauty)

ynusername @joaofelix79 obrigada!! (thanks)

luvgraci3 joão thirsting in the comments 😂

16leclerc so god damn gorgeous

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joaofelix79 Once a blue, always a blue 💙 Thanks for the support throughout the season.

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kaihavertz29 Will miss you 💙

reecejames forever a blue💙

jpcancelo Sim senhor (Yes sir)

ynusername vamos lá, continue empurrando ❤️‍🔥💪 (let’s go, keep pushing)

joaofelix79 @ynusername obrigado linda 😘(thanks beautiful)

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ynusername when in madrid and barcelona, excited for the weekend 🏎️

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antoinegriezmann looking forward to seeing you more at the games 7️⃣

ynusername @antoinegriezmann see you 🤫😪

charles_leclerc excited for me or for you know who 😉🤣

ynusername @charles_leclerc i know you can’t be talking right now

joaofelixnation 👀👀

m4dridstar @joaofelix79 🤔

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joaofelix79 Good to be back in Madrid with Floki, great match @atleticodemadrid ⚽

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433 STARBOY IS HOME.

joaofelix_girlfriend only with Floki? Who took those pics 🤔

atletico4ever someone else was in Madrid and at the stadium too @ynusername

rodridepaul não sorrateiro, bem-vindo ao lar (not sneaky, welcome home)

joaofelix79 @rodridepaul obrigado, ninguém precisa saber irmão 😒 (thanks, no one needs to know brother)

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ynusername a weekend to forget but love 🤍

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joaofelix79 amor tão lindo, amo as flores e redbull 💋😍 (so gorgeous love, love the flowers and redbull)

ynusername @joaofelix79 te amo muito meu menino lindo ❤️‍🩹 (love you so much my pretty boy)

charles_leclerc wrong team mate, come home

ynusername @charles_leclerc always with you, forza ferrari always!

joaofelix79 @ynusername excuse you, what about my team

ynusername @joaofelix79 you’re sponsored by redbull 😒

433 POWER COUPLE

joaofelixnation LAST PICTURE OMG

felixfanpage7 totally didn’t see this coming, this is so shocking!

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joaofelix79 think she loves the flowers, date in madrid 💐

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ynusername love the flowers and you 🤍 thank you amor

joaofelix79 @ynusername glad you loved them

kaihavertz29 Learning from the best (me)

joaofelix79 @kaihavertz29 😂😂 Miss you

atleticodemadrid Scoring on and off the pitch

bluesdailyupdates sweet 🥹

joaodaily the pictures he takes of her

hugofelix18 💪

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ynusername my 🤍 sweetest boy ever

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joaofelix79 Mi Amor, love you to the moon & back

charles_leclerc redbull boy over me eh

ynusername @charles_leclerc you every weekend with max…

joaofilmsfelix sweetest girlfriend ever, lucky to have you

demadriddaily guess it’s official now

jodiorstar @demadriddaily had been official and obvious for awhile now

atleticodemadrid the way he looks at her 😍

ynusername @atleticodemadrid thanks for the support 😂

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me-chaaann · 3 years ago

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Steven isn't just the identity created to be Marc's little brother.

Steven não é só a identidade criada para ser o irmão mais novo do Marc.

(In English and Portuguese below)

It is important to know that dissociative identity disorder happens to people who suffered abuse during childhood and/or underwent psychological manipulation, that is, this disorder comes from trauma.

Marc's trauma started to form when his younger brother died. Soon after, his mother started blaming him and became an alcoholic - you can see that she is holding an alcoholic drink that she probably used constantly to deal with the pain of having lost her youngest child. The abuse coming from his mother with the guilt he felt over his brother's death caused Steven to be created.

Marc created Steven to have a version of his life where his mother is not abusive, he lives a happy life and—at the same time—Marc sees Steven as a younger brother he couldn't save, but is protecting now. But note that Steven is not a copy of Marc's younger brother, as their accents are different and they don't have the same name, even Steven's keen interest in Egyptian mythology is different from Randall - the younger brother - who only enjoyed watching the movie with his older brother and was a Dr. Steven Grant's fan.

However, even if this is not the case with Steven, know that this can happen to people who suffer from DID, they are called factives, and they are alters that are based off of real people.

But, part of Steven's personality came from Randall as he seemed to be the more reserved and worried brother, plus - through their mother's abusive comments when she said that Marc was always "jealous" of his younger brother - apparently he was a good son and probably had good grades.

And finally, Marc's mind used the name of Dr. Steven Grant, someone who always faces danger close by. Because Steven was always there to live in a situation where he never had a dead younger brother and he never had an abusive mother, and instead, had a happy, normal life, to handle the pressure.

That's why Steven was fronting - controlling the body - when Marc couldn't deal with his mother's death in the Shiva scene (Judaism's 7 day mourning period), because he wanted to live a situation in that he had not suffered and lost his mother and felt the terrible guilt of having "killed his younger brother".

Steven is a mix of someone Marc really liked and looked up to (Dr. Steven Grant + Randall, his little brother) and a version of a son who's loved by his mom.

Em português:

É importante saber que o transtorno dissociativo de identidade acontece com pessoas que sofreram abusos durante a infância e/ou passaram por manipulação psicológica, ou seja, esse transtorno vem do trauma.

O trauma do Marc começou a se formar quando seu irmão mais novo morreu. Logo em seguida sua mãe começou a culpá-lo e se tornou uma alcoólatra - é possível ver que ela está segurando uma bebida alcoólica que provavelmente usava constantemente para lidar com a dor de ter perdido o filho mais novo. O abuso vindo da mãe dele juntamente com a culpa que sentiu pela morte do seu irmão causou a criação o Steven.

Marc criou Steven para ter uma versão de sua vida onde sua mãe não é abusiva, ele vive uma vida feliz e – ao mesmo tempo – Marc vê Steven como um irmão mais novo que ele não conseguiu salvar, mas está protegendo agora. Mas note que o Steven não é uma cópia do irmão do Marc, já que seus sotaques são diferentes e eles não possuem o mesmo nome, até o grande interesse pela mitologia egípcia do Steven é diferente do Randall - o irmão novo - que somente gostava de assistir ao filme com seu irmão mais velho, sendo apenas um fã.

Porém, mesmo que não seja o caso com o Steven, isso pode acontecer com pessoas que sofrem com TDI, são chamados de factives, e são alters(outras identidades) que são baseados em pessoas reais.

Mas, parte da personalidade do Steven veio do Randall já que ele parecia ser o irmão mais reservado e preocupado, além disso - através dos comentários abusivos da mãe deles quando disse que Marc sempre teve "inveja" do irmão mais novo - aparentemente ele era um bom filho e provavelmente tinha boas notas.

E, por fim, a mente de Marc usou o nome do Dr. Steven Grant, alguém que sempre encara o perigo por perto. Porque o Steven sempre estava lá para viver em uma situação em que ele nunca tivesse um irmão mais novo morto e que nunca tivesse uma mãe abusiva, um vida feliz e normal, para aguentar a pressão.

É por isso que o Steven passou a estar no front - controlando o corpo - quando o Marc não aguentava lidar com a morte da mãe dele na cena do Shivá (período de 7 dias de luto do judaísmo), porque ele queria viver uma situação em que ele não sofresse e tivesse perdido a mãe e sentisse a terrível culpa de ter "matado o irmão mais novo".

Steven é uma mistura de alguém que Marc realmente gostava e admirava (Dr. Steven Grant + Randall, seu irmãozinho) e uma versão de um filho que é amado por sua mãe.

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s-ootballs · 3 years ago

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Gaara week 2022

DAY 2 - The Past | Heartache | Light vs. Dark: The Two Faces of Gaara

Trigger warnings: death

em português depois embaixo do corte; portuguese version under the cut

Mother

Gaara never met his mother. Dead by the birth she gave to him, and he asked himself if they had ever even existed in this world at the same time, be it for an instant, or if her life had been the primary condition of his existence. It was possible that the latter was true. Still, Gaara remembered her. Perhaps it was not quite a memory so much as an invention, a thought, a connection, or even a memory that didn’t belong to him, a story he had heard from his older siblings, one that he absorbed and integrated into his own existence, into his own heart.

Despite not knowing what her voice sounded like, and although he had never learned any routinely mannerisms from her, or had ever been graced with the vigilant, warm, protective light of those blue eyes, despite everything, Gaara felt as if she was a part of him. He felt her under his skin, inside every cell of his body, inside his heart. He missed her. And every piece of him, within which she somehow existed, every single little piece ached at the lack of her, at the cold nothingness she had left behind when she parted.

He sometimes thought it had been his fault. Sometimes he thought it was unfair that he could exist in her stead, that he had taken her place in this world. Sometimes he felt that, for his blame, he deserved all of that dense loneliness. He deserved the way people looked at him, full of hatred, veiled, from his father, from his siblings. Other times, he pondered whether she would have loved him. He pondered if she had loved him, or if she would have come to love him if only they had had a bit more time. If only they had had any time at all.

Gaara brought a hand to his chest and squeezed. It didn’t bleed though it hurt so much. It still hurt so much. And he had the suspicion that it would never cease to hurt. That love he could never have, that love he lost before it could ever truly come to be. That lacking. That absence which turned him into the black hole, the somber being he had been for so long, and also turned him into the man he was now. A man who was genuinely good. Or at least that was what he aimed to be.

A man. He had grown into a man. That word scared him from time to time. A man, and yet, he still felt very much like that lonely child who had been left behind. After all, it was still the same pain. It was the same pain he felt even before he was conscious of the fact that he felt at all, that he was able to feel. The pain that had accompanied him from that most tender childhood of his, that had suffocated him in his turbulent teenage years, that had urged for redemption, that had made him into a man. And, deep down, Gaara knew that, without so much as a drop of blood, that pain would accompany him forever. It would accompany him, never alleviating, never subsiding, for each day up until his last. Until the hindmost end. Until he could meet her again. Maybe then, and only then, would the wound cease to hurt.

Mãe

Gaara não conheceu a mãe. Morta no parto em que lhe deu à luz, e ele se perguntava se os dois chegaram a existir no mundo ao mesmo tempo, um instante que fosse, ou se a vida dela havia sido a condição primeira para que ele existisse. Era possível que fosse a segunda opção. Ainda assim, Gaara se lembrava dela. Talvez não fosse exatamente uma memória, podia ser uma invenção, um pensamento, uma conexão, ou podia ser uma memória que não fosse sua, uma história que ele ouviu da boca dos irmãos mais velhos, alguma que ele absorveu e integrou à própria existência, ao próprio coração.

Apesar de não saber como soava a voz dela, ou de nunca ter apreendido dela nenhum maneirismo cotidiano, de não ter tido a graça de existir sob a luz vigilante, cálida, protetora, daqueles olhos azuis, apesar de tudo, Gaara sentia-a como uma parte dele. Sentia-a como se estivesse por debaixo da pele, sentia-a em cada célula do próprio corpo, sentia-a no coração. Sentia saudade dela. E cada pedacinho onde, de alguma forma, ela existia dentro dele, todo e cada pedacinho doía com a falta, com o vazio frio que ela deixara ao partir.

Ele às vezes pensava que fora culpa sua. Às vezes pensava que não era justo que ele existisse e ela não, que ele tivesse tomado o lugar dela no mundo. Às vezes ele acreditava que, por tê-lo feito, ele merecia aquela densa solidão. Merecia que as pessoas olhassem para ele do jeito que olhavam, merecia aquele ódio mudo, velado, do pai, dos irmãos. Outras vezes, ele se perguntava se ela teria chegado a amá-lo. Se perguntava se ela o tinha amado, ou se poderia tê-lo amado se eles tivessem tido mais tempo. Se eles tivessem tido algum tempo.

Gaara levou a mão ao peito e apertou. Não sangrava, mas doía tanto. Ainda doía tanto. E ele suspeitava que não deixaria de doer nunca. Aquele amor que ele nunca pôde ter, aquele amor que ele perdeu antes que ele pudesse realmente existir. Aquela falta. Aquela ausência que transformou-o no ser sombrio, no buraco negro que ele fora por tanto tempo, e que também transformou-o no homem que ele era então. Um homem genuinamente bom. Ou ao menos era o que ele tentava ser.

Um homem. Ele era um homem agora. A palavra às vezes o assustava. Um homem, e, ainda assim, sentia-se tantas vezes como aquela criança solitária que havia sido deixada para trás. Era a mesma dor, afinal. Era a mesma dor que ele sentia mesmo antes de ter consciência do fato que ele sentia, que ele podia sentir. A dor que lhe acompanhava desde a mais tenra infância, que o sufocara na adolescência turbulenta, que impulsionara a redenção, que fizera dele um homem. E, no fundo, Gaara sabia que, sem jamais sangrar, aquela dor o acompanharia sempre. Acompanharia-o, sem anuviar, sem diminuir, por todos os dias até o último. Até o derradeiro fim. Até que ele pudesse reencontrá-la. Talvez aí, e só aí, a ferida parasse de doer.

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owakoblack-portspa · 4 years ago

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(PortSpa Fanfiction) Letters Written in 1808

Disclaimer: This is Hetalia fan fiction. I do not own anything.

Pairing: Portugal/Spain

For convenience, I use human names for nations in this fiction. Portugal is Pedro, Spain is Antonio, Arthur is England, Francis is France, and Miguel is Brazil. The story background is at the beginning of the Peninsular War (1807–1814). These letters are between Antonio, Pedro, and Arthur.

Special thanks to (in alphabetical order):

Portuguese beta reader: Alice

Portuguese and Spanish translator: BA

Spanish beta reader: soyuncalimero

English beta reader: shark

Madrid, 26 de marzo, 1808.

Estimado Pedro:

¿Cómo te va recientemente? Ha sido un tiempo de inquietud, y espero que todo esté bien contigo. Se dice que antes de que el ejército de Bonaparte invadiera Lisboa, ya te habías ido con la familia real portuguesa a Brasil con éxito. Espero que esto sea verdad, porque el lejano Nuevo Mundo es mucho mejor que la península, golpeada por la guerra.

Por favor, perdóname por haber perdido el contacto contigo por tanto tiempo, y cuando recibas esta carta, por favor, no te burles de un tonto como yo. Te escribo esta carta únicamente por dos razones: te ruego perdón, y quiero decirte cuánto te echo de menos. Debes odiarme inmensamente por unirme a Francis para invadir tu país. Éramos vecinos y hermanos, pero ahora nos hemos convertido en extraños y enemigos.

Sin embargo, antes de enfadarte de tal manera que te haga lanzar esta carta al fuego, te suplico que sigas leyendo con paciencia, para que puedas entender el motivo por el cual te traicioné y me uní a Francis Bonnefoy. Tal vez aún recuerdes que hace dos años, en un baile de máscaras celebrado en el Palacio Real de Madrid, a pesar de que sólo tú habías sido invitado, trajiste a Arthur contigo. Ibas vestido como el rey inglés, Carlos II, y él como la princesa portuguesa Catarina de Braganza. Probablemente pienses que en el baile nadie os reconoció, pero ocurrió que yo también me vestí de reina (Isabel de Castilla), así que fui capaz de reconoceros inmediatamente entre la multitud. Sabía que siempre habías querido ser un gallardo caballero, así que me disfracé de mujer para ser tu pareja de baile y, al mismo tiempo, mantener a otras damas lejos de ti. No obstante, para mi gran decepción, fuiste acompañado por Arthur de principio a fin, y bailaste exclusivamente con él, ignorándome por completo. Al ver a mi viejo enemigo pretendiendo ser una chica del mismo modo que yo, con la diferencia de que él era capaz de acercarse a ti mientras yo no podía, me sentí mucho menos que tu "amigo para siempre" del otro lado del mar, aunque siempre había sido tu hermano vecino desde nacimiento.

Esa noche, mi corazón se llenó de celos y frustración, lo que me hizo perder la cabeza. Corrí hacia un jardín, donde me encontré con Francis. Me consoló, criticando la ciega Diosa del Destino que suele elegir los amantes equivocados para las personas, porque tú y yo habíamos sido hechos el uno para el otro. Agregó que como este amante erróneo era su enemigo, él debía ayudarme a alejarte de Arthur. Por un tiempo, Francis fue ciertamente muy amable y fiel a mí. Además de ti, nunca he conocido a nadie que me entendiera tan bien y se preocupara de mi con todo su corazón. Finalmente, atraído por sus dulces palabras, acepté unirme a él.

¡Ay, qué tonto fui! Lloré mi corazón delante de él, porque no podía ganarme tu corazón. Fue la primera vez que mostré mi debilidad a alguien aparte de ti. Aun así, por esta inesperada excepción, acabé aprisionado en la trampa tendida por Francis. Hace dos días, el ejército francés asaltó Madrid; nuestro rey se vio obligado a abdicar, y creo que el hermano de Napoleón pronto llevará la corona española en su lugar. No es hasta ahora que al fin me doy cuenta de que, aunque Francis me había prometido su asistencia en ganar tu cuerpo y alma, lo único que deseba en realidad era la totalidad de la Península Ibérica — quiere una administración unificada del continente, para poder derrotar la nación al otro lado del Canal. Usando España como trampolín, Francia puede obtener Portugal sin mayor obstáculo. Era demasiado tarde para darme cuenta de que Francis no fue realmente amable conmigo, porque sólo tiene a Arthur en mente.

Espero que estés en Brasil ahora. No te culparé aunque el pequeño Miguel esté ahora mismo en tus brazos, porque la situación en toda la Península es realmente terrible: las plagas y los desastres naturales están por todas partes; las personas no tienen alimentos que comer ni ropas que llevar; uno de los ejércitos era tan pobre que ni siquiera podía permitirse el suministro militar más básico, como un conjunto completo de uniformes. ¡A penas puedo imaginar lo difícil que debe ser tu vida si es que sigues en Lisboa! Lo más probable es que actúes como yo: a pesar de que sólo quede un pedazo de pan en casa, cuando veas niños hambrientos pasando por debajo de tu ventana, se lo darás sin dudarlo.

Como naciones, no tenemos más remedio que estar siempre al lado de nuestro pueblo, porque la voluntad de la gente es nuestra propia voluntad. El pueblo español consideró al ejército francés como invasor cuando Murat asaltó Madrid, y creo que pronto las revueltas contra los franceses se extenderán por todo el país. Voy a unirme a mi gente para luchar contra Francis. En lo profundo de mi corazón, sé que me encuentro en un estado miserable para combatir, pero he decidido pelear con mi gente hasta el último suspiro. No te preocupes por mí, Pedro — soy una nación, no caeré fácilmente.

Si realmente has leído mi carta hasta el final, entonces gracias a Dios, espero que ahora hayas entendido las verdaderas razones por las que te he traicionado e invadido Portugal. Sinceramente ruego por tu perdón, si no, me mataré por las tonterías que he hecho. Sabes, la causa de todos estos eventos es porque te quiero tantísimo que no quiero que nadie te aleje de mí. ¿Estás sorprendido por mi repentina confesión? Después de todo, desde el final de la Unión Ibérica, nunca te he llamado mi "hermano", y nunca me has reconocido como tu "irmão". Sin embargo, siempre he sido capaz de sentir el vínculo entre tú y yo que hace que mi vida no pueda prescindir de ti, y en un momento tan vital, me hace extrañarte incluso más.

Mi querido hermano, por favor perdóname.

Cordiales saludos,

Antonio.

P.S. Por favor, envía mis saludos a Miguel y hazle saber que le ruego que te mantenga en Brasil. Puedo manejar la situación en la Península solo.

Lisboa, 3 de Abril de 1808

Caro António,

Acabei de ler a sua carta. Na verdade, eu estive sempre em Lisboa nestes últimos dias. Felizmente, o carteiro é um conhecido meu, caso contrário a sua carta teria circunavegado o mundo antes de me ter alcançado.

É verdade que já não nos contactamos há muito tempo. Não é de admirar que você não saiba muita coisa sobre o meu paradeiro e que eu pouco saiba da sua situação atual. Fiquei surpreendido quando me contou na sua carta o quão miserável está mas já que teve algum tempo para me escrever e mostrar que tem saudades minhas e que sente a minha falta, não acho estará assim tão mal. Tem de aguentar. Encontrarei uma solução.

Infelizmente, não me deu outra alternativa a não ser ter de o perdoar. Nem toda a gente tem a pouca sorte de ter um irmão mais novo tão parvo como você.

Sinceros cumprimentos,

Pedro

Lisbon, April 3rd, 1808.

Dear Arthur,

How are you? Is the weather in England getting better? Spring has arrived earlier than Easter in Lisbon, but I have no mood, or rather, no place for flower appreciation. Last time when you visited me, you told me that you liked the golden daffodils in my backyard, for they reminded you of William Wordsworth’s poem. However, I was unable to keep them for you. This year, shortly before the flowers could come out, I gave the daffodils including their roots to hungry street urchins. Please forgive my messy handwriting, for I cannot resist my hand from shaking when I am writing this letter. I cannot continue describing the terrible situation in Lisbon after it has been occupied by Napoleon’s army. What makes me even more worried is the worse situation in Spain.

Just now, I received a letter from Antonio. Although Antonio and I are brothers and neighbours, out of a misunderstanding, we had lost contact for a long time. Yet now he has got off his high horse to write to me for my forgiveness, which means that the threat is hanging over his head. In his letter, he frankly admitted his faults: he desired me so much that he was caught into cunning Francis’ trap. He finally realized that Francis’ true purpose is not to help him to gain me, but to occupy the whole Iberian Peninsula. Once the whole Continent is under the control of France, Francis will obtain enough power to defeat you. As for the final purpose of Francis, I have never doubted, for, as far as I know, he has been always against you.

And now my little Brother is badly hurt. Last week, Madrid was invaded by the French army, the King was forced to abdicate, and Spain is enslaved by France. Antonio told me that Spain had already been tortured by plagues and natural disasters for many years, economy was severely damaged, people are without food and clothes, and yet what little is left is pillaged by the French army. My Brother stands with his people, trying desperately to fight against their enemy. Nonetheless, they cannot even afford a set of military uniform, let alone guns and cannons.

Arthur, my dear Friend, you have brothers too. Even though frictions could hardly be avoided among family members who live together under the same roof, family members are family members after all. If we do not love our family, we are incapable of loving others too. Antonio and I are not merely brothers, but also twins. Believe it or not, we have telepathy since birth. No matter how far away, I can somehow sense both his pleasure and pain. When we were small children, one day Antonio broke his leg, and I was able to feel his pain from miles away, which made me unable to walk for a whole month. Now my writing hand is shaking again--Antonio must have been injured in the battle of Madrid against the French. He did not tell me about his injury less I might get worried, but he can never conceal anything from me. I have only Antonio as my twin Brother--I am Antonio, he is always in my mind--if I lose him, I will lose my own being.

Even if you do not sympathize with my Brother for the sake of our ‘forever alliance,’ please think about yourself: if the power of France continues to spread all over Europe, it would be too late to sustain him. Since the beginning of this year, the Spaniards all over the country have shown their courage and competence in the fierce battles against French invaders, many of them having witnessed the return of the brave Antonio during the Age of Discovery. Being the brother who understands him best, I believe Antonio will defeat Francis, and turn all the French invaders away from the Peninsula. Such future will surely be realized. What he is in need is just a little help from a foreign friend in the aspects of human resource and finance, for even King Arthur cannot win a battle without the aid of his Knights of the Table Round, and Spain needs help to face such a strong enemy.

Dear Arthur, I know that my little Brother had offended you before, it was all due to his childishness and thoughtlessness. Please, for my own sake, forgive and help my poor little Brother. All he needs is just a little help, and I promise you that he will win the war against France. My dear old Friend, you are the only one that I can rely upon, otherwise I can find no solution for helping him.

I can only send some small gifts to you in a hurry. I will pay your kindness wholeheartedly in the near future.

Looking forward to your reply.

Yours sincerely,

Pedro

London, April 10th, 1808.

My dear Pedro,

Thank you very much for your letter and your gifts. I appreciate Portuguese wine--they are always with high quality. And the painting, titled ‘Allegory to the allegiance between Portugal, England and Spain,’ is stunningly beautiful. Aren’t there three of us in this picture?

The English weather is still bad, not suitable for a stroll on the seaside at all. In London, it was sunny in the early morning, but when I went out, it suddenly hailed, making passers-by scurry into shops--this was quite ridiculous. The English enjoy talking weathers, for the English weather is too bad, and therefore we all long for warm and sunny places. For me, Portugal is the heaven on earth. During the long, cold winter, every time when I think of the soft golden sand in Lagos, my heart will be filled with comfort and pleasure. What makes me miss Portugal even more is the delicious food you usually make for me: I could sail for Portugal anytime only for food.

However, after reading your letter, I suddenly realized that everything is past. I can hardly imagine that my chef and old Friend has nothing to eat, and his beautiful homeland is destroyed by war. It saddens me deeply.

You asked me to help your Brother, which I accept, but I have a condition: you must let me help you first. For I know, your situation is no better than your Brother’s. Your King abandoned you to escape to Brazil, which means the Portuguese administration is shifted from Lisbon to Rio de Janeiro, and you become Miguel’s colony. You asked me to save Antonio instead of worrying yourself--I totally understand how much you love him, even though you always deny it. However, this time, I really worry about you--please let me help liberate Portugal from that villain.

In addition, if England wants to fight battles on the Continent, the English army must have a standing point first. Please allow our army to land on Portugal so that we can proceed to a larger battle.

I am going to discuss the plan further with Duke Wellington. I will write to you later.

Yours faithfully,

Arthur

#hetalia #hetalia portugal #hetalia spain #hetalia england #PortSpa #iberian brothers #aph iberia #APH England #aph portugal #aph spain #hws portugal #hws spain

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marydivamask · 4 years ago

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[ENGLISH]

So…

I convinced my brother to help me to produce a FNF Mod adding Diva (my OC).

I was SO HAPPY, that I started producing the sprites on the same day!

And here they are!

Don’t be so excited about it now, because we haven't tested it yet.

This is just an idea that maaaaaaaybe went too far.

But we’re looking forward to producing this mod!

So if you want to know more about the producion of this mod or about Diva, consider following me on my social media! (the links are in the pinned post)

My brother has a DeviantArt account, but he doesn’t use it too much. But if you want to follow him, feel free to do so!

MrFnafas (my brother)

Who is Diva? Here!

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[PORTUGUESE - BRAZIL]

Então…

Eu convenci meu irmão a me ajudar a produzir um Mod de FNF adicionando a Diva (minha OC).

Eu fiquei TÃO FELIZ, que comecei a produzir os sprites no mesmo dia!

E aqui estão eles!

Não fiquem tão animados com isso agora, porque não testamos nada ainda.

Essa é só uma ideia que talveeeeez tenha ido longe demais.

Mas estamos ansiosos para produzir este mod!

Então, se você quiser saber mais sobre a produção desse mod ou sobre a Diva, considere me seguir nas minhas redes sociais! (os links estão na postagem fixada)

Meu irmão tem uma conta no DeviantArt, mas ele não a usa muito. Mas se você quiser seguir ele, fique à vontade!

MrFnafas (meu irmão)

Quem é Diva? Aqui!

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ma-lemons · 6 years ago

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Ahahaha so my friend @lethiepie had an excellent little thing: Oscar teaching Ruby Portuguese or Spanish, which I adore!! (I kinda imagined him to be Latino sometimes). A little disclaimer: I don’t speak either of these languages so google translate will be my teacher. This takes place at some random point in time. Doesn’t matter too much.

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Ruby couldn’t sleep one night. However, this time it wasn’t due to a nightmare or hearing people’s voices. Someone was... singing.

Her body ached from the position she had thrown herself in last night. She was sharing a room with Weiss and Nora, who were fine roommates. At least, Weiss was. Nora was a loud snorer, and it bothered Ruby most nights. She, on the other hand, liked to argue that Ruby was the loud snorer. Either way, Weiss would shut them up with a pillow to the head before they all returned back to sleep. She stretched out and blinked in the darkness. She could make out the patterns of Weiss on the bed and Nora on the sofa. Once her sight had adjusted, her ears honed in the soft voice.

She heard a voice, one that she had never heard before. It wasn’t a gorgeous voice, but it was one that reminded Ruby of a school choir and a mother’s lullaby. It had been a while since she had listened to music herself, often she forgot what it sounded like. To hear it was refreshing. The voice sounded strangely familiar, like someone she knew. Yet, the voice sang some indecipherable words.

Deciding sleep wasn’t that important, the teen slipped out from her quilt and sneaked out the door. She didn’t bother to tug on her boots, knowing that she might trip and wake everyone up. She passed her uncle’s room that she shared with Oscar and smiled a bit: she was glad that her uncle was starting to confide in her more. She knew that he had lived a long and difficult life, but that didn’t meant she wouldn’t do her best to be there for him.

The young huntress followed the voice until it grew louder and louder. She slid the door open, finding herself outside. It was a windy night, and Ruby felt her cheeks getting nipped out. Hugging herself she moved towards the smallish figure who was seated at the top stair. The lights revealed the figure to be Oscar, who was singing softly to himself.

Ruby grinned to herself and stood there, watching the young boy sing to himself. She wasn’t sure what he was singing, and she had never heard any other language being spoken before. It was beautiful though. It sounded like a rapid fire jumble of letters, but it had to mean something to him. She watched as the young boy swayed side to side, eyes fixtated on the shattered moon before them. A little while later, he had finished, and sat there in silence. Ruby shuffled forward, and propped herself next to him.

“Hey.”

Oscar jumped, further than she had ever seen him before. He was a few feet away from her now, and she could even see the slight pinkish tint his face had taken on. His chest was heaving up and down and Ruby laughed at the sight of it.

“Ruby! You scared me—how long have you been out here?” he asked, his breath shaky. Did she scare him that much?

The huntress bit her lip. “Uh, not that long. I just heard some singing and decided to follow it. That was you, right?”

He nodded, and regained a better posture. He scooted closer to her and nodded. “Yeah... that was me. Pretty embarrassing.”

Ruby shook her head. “Nope. I liked it. I had no clue what you were singing, but I liked it.”

Oscar didn’t meet her eyes. He clasped his hands together and stared at his toes.

“I was singing... a lullaby. My aunt used to sing me to sleep when I was younger, every time I couldn’t sleep. It kind of reminded me of her. Sorry if that’s super childish,” he admitted.

“Oscar, of course not! I think that’s really sweet.” She patted his back. “And I know you miss her. You’ve been so brave and I know you wish you could see you aunt, just to let her know you’re okay. I understand.”

Oscar looked up, giving one of his signature half smiles back to her. “Thanks, Ruby.”

She nodded. “That lullaby was really cute. What language was it in anyway?”

“Uh, Portuguese.”

“Portuguese?”

“Yeah... I’m part Brazilian, so I was taught how to speak Porteguese.”

Ruby had never heard of Brazil nor Portuguese but she decided to smile and nod anyway. She a made a mental note to one day brush up on her geography skills.

“That’s cool. I wish I could speak another language,” she murmured, hugging her knees.

“I... I could teach you. I mean, if wanted of course,” the farmhand rushed out.

Ruby’s face lit up. “Really? Thank you thank you thank you!” she shouted, hugging Oscar.

“Tomorrow then,” she grinned, standing up. Oscar nodded. “Tomorrow.”

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“So, to say ‘My name is Ruby Rose’ you’d say...” Oscar asked.

“Meu nome é Ruby Rose.”

Oscar gave an encouraging smile. She knew the words... but the pronunciation wasn’t too good. In the morning they had started to learn, they had gotten through pronouns and now he was trying to teach her basic sentences.

“Okay, you’re doing good, but it’s meu, not mi. Mi is Spanish. Try to repeat after me. “May-yoh.”

“Like mayo? So mayo?” He could see the frustrating growing on her face.

“Sort of. I mean, you do understand what you’re saying, and we can work on prounociation later. Do you remember how to say “Hello, how are you?”

“Oi... oi... something something...” she mumbled. She threw up her arms and rested her head on the table. “Face it Oscar,” she sighed,“I’m too stupid to learn Porteguese. I can’t think and I don’t understand any of it. I thought it was cool cause I’ve never heard it before, and I thought having a language only you and I could speak would be fun. So we could gossip about Yang behind her back and play pranks on everyone.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. He didn’t know the huntress was so serious about learning the language. He felt bad, when an idea came to him.

“Hey Ruby, let’s stop for today and continue tomorrow.” Before she could get in another word, he ran off. She sighed and sat back. “Meu nome é Ruby Rose.”

“Whaaaat are you doing? I heard you and Oscar speaking all morning,” Yang said, poking her head into the dining room.

Ruby, sulking, faced her sister. There was no point of hiding it. “Oscar was trying to teach me to speak his language and I can’t remember anything. I think he’s mad.”

Yang stifled a laugh. “Ruby, it’s no big deal. You can’t learn a language in a day. It probably takes years to do so. Besides, I imagine he’d never get mad at you.”

Ruby sighed. “I guess you’re right, meu irmão.”

“I think that’s brother.”

“What?”

“I think you said ‘my brother’, not sister,” Yang clarified.

“How... how do you even know that?”

“Oh, when I was at Signal, we had a Portuguese class. We mainly spent the days watching telenovelas. I remember a few things.”

So even her sister could remember a language she learned many years ago? Why was she never aware that Portuguese was a language? Since when did Signal have language classes? Ruby groanerd, slamming her head into her hands.

“Rubes, take it easy. You’ll learn in no time.” Yang grinned and left the room.

You know what made her better when she wasn’t in a good mood? Reading comics. She needed to get her mind focused on something else. And that was how she spent the rest of her day, lying in bed, pretending she wasn’t thinking about learning Portuguese with Oscar.

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The next morning, Ruby woke up pretty early. She sighed and tugged on her boots, before heading downstairs. She figured she could eat some oatmeal (if she didn’t burn it) and practice with Crescent Rose before the inevitable lesson with Oscar.

When she headed downstairs, she was unable to take in the sight in front of her. Wherever she looked, there was a white sticker attached. On the tables, the chairs, the ceiling, the light. Everything had a sticker.

Ruby, in awe, shuffled over to the chair and looked at the sticker. On it, was written “a cadeira”. Below it, “A cadeira é marrom”. She assumed cadeira meant chair. She knew é meant “is”. So marrom....

“A cadeira é marrom. The chair is brown,” Oscar’s voice came from behind her. Ruby turned around, to see Oscar holding a bin of white stickers. He had his dopey smile on his face. “Bom dia!”

“Uh, that means good morning, right?” Oscar nodded. “Yep!”

“Bom dia, then. Oscar, did you do all of this?” she asked incredously. The farmhand nodded. “I spent some of my night doing it. I wanted to surprise you. I...I know how much you wanted to learn Portuguese, and I appreciate it so much. I know it’s hard to learn a new language, so I thought it would make it easier be showing you, instead of just telling you.”

Ruby’s face was blank for a moment and Oscar was scared she was upset. He had worked really hard to make this work. He wanted to see Ruby smile, and he wanted to help her achieve this goal.

Then, her face split into a smile, and she rushed to embrace him. “Thank you,” she murmured in his ear. Oscar’s face grew warm. He had also stickered his room to help her know the bedroom too. He hoped everyone else would be okay with everything being covered for a moment.

“But you know Oscar, Qrow’s gonna have a fit when he sees this. Weiss too.”

“Weiss likes me.” Oscar couldn’t say the same for Qrow. “You think I’ll be okay?”

“We’ll find out later, I guess,” Ruby shrugged. “Onward to the lesson!”

Well, as Oscar found out later, Qrow was furious. He had to dodge um livro e uma caneta being thrown at him.

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Months later, and Ruby was doing excellently. Oscar would record things for him and sing her little songs to help her remember things.

“To say you love someone, you say ‘eu te amo. Eu te amo. Eu te amo. When I say I love you, I mean ‘eu te amo. Eu te amo,” the girl sang to herself, while firing her weapon at a target.

“Hm, seems that someone is getting a little fond of a language,” Yang grinned. “I’ve heard you say “I love you” to Oscar more than you ever have to me. I’m wounded, Rubes, truly wounded.”

Ruby’s eyes widened. “Shut up, Yang!” She fired Crescent Rose at her sister, who easily dodged it. Oscar was sparring with Jaune, and he could’ve heard what she said. She glanced over to him and said, ‘Mantenha o bom trabalho!’” (keep up the good work!).

Oscar nodded back in approval, before striking Jaune in the knee. Team JNPR’s leader fell back but returned, parrying the farmhand’s next attack. Jaune was getting much better, Ruby was proud.

She had finished her trainings and went inside to get water when she found a note that was written completely in Portuguese on her sleeping mat. She translated some of it, and got the basic idea. Oscar wanted her to meet him in the living room for a “final test. She giggled at it. Over the weeks, Oscar had started treating his teaching like real school. He probably got it from Ozpin, and he would scold Ruby teasingly if she was late to lessons. A final test seemed okay. She wasn’t so good with writing, and her pronunciation was a little bad somemtiems. But she had to admit that she couldn’t believe she had made it so far in a matter of months. She’d have to thank Oscar sometime.

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Around 10 pm, Oscar sat on the sofa, waiting for Ruby. He had to admit, the first time he had offered to teach Ruby Portuguese, it was just to spend more time with her. He thought he did a pretty good job of concealing his feelings. But over time, he realized it just made him happy to see Ruby happy. She was doing something new that she started to enjoy, and he was simply glad to be a part of that.

Ruby walked in moments later, no hood and no boots and took a seat next to him. “I’m going to ace this test, by the way.”

Oscar laughed. “I sure hope so. It only has one question.”

“Aw, yes!” she exclaimed. “What is it?”

“Technically it’s not a question. But do you think you could sing the lullaby I sang to you a few months ago?”

Ruby’s eyes widened. She had only heard Oscar sing it a few times and always skipped it on the recordings because it made her want to cry.

“I don’t remember it all,” she admitted, disappointed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll sing it with you.” Oscar gave a supportive smile and started to sing.

A linda rosa juvenil

juvenil, juvenil

a linda Rosa juvenil

juvenil

Ruby started to smile and started to sing along.

A linda rosa juvenil

juvenil, juvenil

a linda Rosa juvenil

juvenil

She glanced at Oscar, and grabbed his hands. “Come on, get your dance on.”

“Yang said you hated dancing,” Oscar laughed, standing up. Despite how he behaved, he was very very nervous. He realized how close he was to her, and he felt the air becoming quite warm then. Ruby shrugged. She took his hands and swung him around, as they sang the song at the top of their lungs.

Vamos fazer a roda assim,

bem assim, bem assim

vamos fazer a roda assim,

bem assim.

“Shut up!” a grumpy voice, most likely Qrow’s came from upstairs. Ruby giggled and lowered he voice, before starting it again.

“This song is about a rose, right?” she asked.

He nodded. It wasn’t a typical lullaby that told children to go sleep, but it helped him as a child.

“Hey Oscar?” Ruby murmured, after twirling him around.

“Yes?”

“Obrigado.” Her voice was warm and sincere and they continued to dance and sing—until her uncle came downstairs, yelled at the sight of the two dancing, and dragged Oscar back to their room.

#soooo this was longer than expected #i hope you enjoyed #ill try to make this shorter cause it reached 100 blocks #rosegarden #rwby #ruby rose #oscar pine #roscar #rosepine #porteguese #is this an au?#sorry for any translation errors #i shouldve done spanish cause i know a bit #i know 0 porteguese so if its wrong forgive me #yay i loved this #please request some more

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goodomensseason2 · 5 years ago

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Algumas notas sobre a tradução de Good Omens/ Some notes about the Good Omens' translation

Agora que eu terminei de ler o livro, queria comentar algumas coisas aqui sobre tradução para o português brasileiro, do meu ponto de vista como leitora.

Good Omens foi lançado aqui em pelos menos duas ou três edições, com o título de Belas Maldições, que se traduzido de novo, ficaria Beautiful Curses, o que eu acho um pouco engraçado porque a história não tem nada a ver com maldições 😅, mas enfim... Na minha opinião "Bons Presságios" teria sido uma melhor tradução, e me parece que em Portugal seja esse o sentido de Bons Augúrios, que foi o título que saiu pra eles (Se alguém puder confirmar isso, eu agradeço).

Na "Dramatis Personae" a gente pode ver as descrições dos personagens principais e secundários. Eu acho interessante o modo como traduziram aquela famosa linha sobre o Crowley: “An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards” aqui ficou como "Um Anjo que mais Perambulou Distraído na Descendente do que Caiu", o que eu achei uma tradução bem feita, porque preserva o sentido original da frase e não fica tão datado por gírias. Não sei se eu realmente li ou vi isso em algum lugar, mas eu acho que o Crowley na versão dublada da série chegava a dizer que ele "Não caiu, que ele só deu um rolê lá embaixo"? Provavelmente eu imaginei isso, mas enfim🤣, gírias são interessantes de serem usadas, mas dependendo tiram a atemporalidade de uma obra de uma forma que quem lesse ou assistisse no futuro ficaria até sem entender uma gíria que não faz mais parte do cotidiano. Algo parecido com o que aconteceu com Evangelion agora, se alguém me entende (sem tempo, irmão) 😂.

Se eu tiver dito alguma bobagem, por favor, pode me esclarecer nos comentários 😉, quero conhecer mais fãs de Good Omens falantes de português!😁

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Now that I've finished the book, I would like to comment on some things here about the translation of GO to Brazilian Portuguese, from my point of view as a reader.

Good Omens was released here in at least two or three editions, with the title of Belas Maldições, which means Beautiful Curses, and I find it a bit funny because the story has nothing to do with curses 😅, but ok ...

In my opinion "Bons Presságio" would have been a better translation, and it seems to me that in Portugal this is the meaning of Bons Augúrios, which was the title that came out for them (If anyone can confirm this, I'd appreciate it).

In the "Dramatis Personae" we can see the descriptions of the main and minor characters. I find it interesting how they translated that famous Crowley line: "An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards" here was like "An Angel Who Wandered More Distracted in the Descendant than Fell," which I found a well done translation, because it preserves the original meaning of the sentence and is not dated by slang. I don't know if I actually read or saw it somewhere, but I think Crowley in the dubbed version of the series said that he "didn't fall, he just hung out down there"? Probably I imagined it🤣, anyway, slangs are interesting to use, but it depends on the context and timelessness of a work, so anyone who reads or watches it in the future wouldn't get confused by a slang that is no longer part of everyday life. Something similar to what happened to Evangelion in the translation, if anyone understands me (here I made a reference to a famous brazilian meme which was used in the dubbed version, "Sem tempo, irmão". It means "got no time, bro". I just think if some years in future , somebody will still grasp at the reference behind it) 😂.

Sorry for my grammar, I'm not fluent in english, so if I wrote something stupid, please tell me in the comments or message 😉

#good omens #good omens book #belas maldições #bons augurios #translation #traduções #bertrand brasil

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(WARNING: VERY SPOILERY VIDEO AND POST!! SPOILERS THAT WE HAVEN'T SEEN IN THE TRAILER!) OKAY people, I have found something VERY spoilery that was leaked in the Brazilian Portuguese version of Voltron Season 6 trailer You guys know when Lance says "How do we know you're the real Keith", right? SO IN THE BRAZILIAN DUB A small part of the phrase wasn't cut off (Sorry for crappy quality of the video btw XD) In the dub he says "Como que a gente vai saber que você é o Keith verdadeiro e não o irmão mais ve[lho]" (he would say "velho" but was cut mid sentence XD) WHICH TRANSLATES TO "How do we know you're the real Keith and not the older brother" ???????????????????? WHAT?! OLDER BROTHER?????? Wait, is this a plot twist? A SPOILER WE SHOULDN'T KNOW? Cause, Keith doesn't have an older brother!!!! What could this mean??! Will a new character appear?! Is this "brother" a clone? WHAT IS HAPPENING???? So what do you guys think???? Any theories? CAUSE OMG, THESE ARE SOME UNEXPECTED NEWS. (Now, I think I know why this happened in the Brazilian version, Lance's voice actor might have spoken so fast that the editors probably couldn't cut the sentence properly XD, so it was an accident) I'M SHOOK

#voltron spoilers #voltron season 6 spoilers #voltron s6 spoilers #voltron #voltron s6 #voltron season 6 #keith #lance #voltron theory #I'M STILL IN SHOCK #my post

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vozdodeserto · 5 years ago

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Blog Update

We were away for six months on a sabbatical. We lived almost all of this time in Mississippi, US of A. I’m not going into detail but you can read below our newsletter during that period. My plan for 2020 is to remain away from social media. So I’ll probably go on writing a monthly newsletter. I’ll keep posting some sermons and texts in this blog but more personal stuff will belong there. If you’re interested, please write to [email protected] telling me so. God bless you & see ya in the pit!

Estivemos fora durante seis meses num sabático. Vivemos quase todo esse tempo no Mississippi, US of A. Não vou entrar em detalhes mas podem ler aí em baixo a newsletter que escrevemos durante esse período. O meu plano para 2020 é continuar longe das redes sociais. Provavelmente vou continuar também uma newsletter mensal. Vou manter-me a publicar neste blogue os sermões e alguns textos mas os assuntos mais pessoais vão ficar lá. Se estiverem interessados, escrevam-me para [email protected] a dar sinal de vida. Deus vos abençoe e see ya in the pit!

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Beloved friends and brothers,

It is the first time we write this kind of message. We are about to enter a new period in our lives and we would like to let you know about it and allow you to be a part of it if you wish to. Two weeks ago, at our own Igreja da Lapa, the presbyterate presented the following statement during Sunday service:

“For the past two years we have been walking beside pastor Tiago in a new and challenging way, which has brought us closer together and closer to God. Two years ago, Tiago started to feel more and more anxiety, due primarily to the high level of stress brought by the pastoral ministry he has been leading for several years. Tiago and Rute have founded a church 12 years ago and for the past decade have dedicated their lives to being servants of the word of God. It is impossible to have an exact notion of the hours they have invested as a family in our church, be it in the form of counseling, planning, meetings, service or sacrificial love. They have been faithful servants, but lately we have watched their anxiety and stress climb to a level that is bordering on unhealthy. This is sometimes called pastoral burnout or stress- induced anxiety.

Tiago and Rute have been working closely with the church preachers and never shied away from seeking the medical help they needed. They have followed our recommendations and the doctors’ orders regarding rest and the creation of new patterns in the ministry, in order to achieve a healthy balance in the future. However, regardless of this external support, we believe that Tiago and Ana Rute are in desperate need of a six-month sabbatical away from the constant demand of ministry, for an extended period of separation that will better prepare them for future service.”

This was very well received by the Church, which will ensure our income for the July-December sabbatical (allowing us to cover our expenses in Portugal, such as rent). To make the most of this opportunity, we have considered travelling to the USA, where we can visit relatives, be encouraged by partners in ministry, and receive special care for our physical and spiritual renewal.

For that to happen, we will need additional financial resources for our family’s journey, to deal with paperwork such as passports, health insurance, and accommodation, and to allow for the American economy, which falls heavier on Portuguese shoulders. These expenses are beyond our reach, hence this message.

The Church, body of Christ, has supported us in the Igreja da Lapa, and we are now extending this challenge to our beloved brothers in Christ in Portugal and throughout the world. We know the Lord watches over us in your faithful company. We thank you for your generous friendship and, if God so touches your heart that you keep blessing us, we will follow-up with news and reports of accountability. In the meantime, while we are away our home will be available should anyone need it.

Please find attached our bank account details:

Love,

Tiago and Rute (and Maria, Marta, Joaquim and Caleb)

Queridos irmãos e amigos!

É a primeira vez que escrevemos uma mensagem como esta. Vivemos um tempo novo na vida da nossa família e queremos dar-vos conhecimento dele e, se acharem bem, a possibilidade de se envolverem.

Há duas semanas a Igreja da Lapa, que servimos, leu durante o culto um comunicado que, entre outras coisas, dizia:

"Ao longo dos últimos dois anos, caminhámos ao lado do pastor Tiago de uma forma nova e desafiante, que nos fez aproximarmo-nos mais uns dos outros e aproximarmo-nos do Pai. O Tiago, há cerca de dois anos, começou a sentir o seu nível de ansiedade a aumentar, provocado, primariamente, pelo elevado stress vindo do seu ministério pastoral, que tem fielmente conduzido ao longo de vários anos. O Tiago e a Rute, há 12 anos, começaram uma igreja à qual, já há mais de uma década, têm entregado as suas vidas ao serviço do evangelho. É praticamente impossível estimar a quantidade de horas que esta família já investiu, ao longo dos anos, em aconselhamento, planeamento, reuniões, serviço e entrega sacrificial pela nossa igreja. Eles têm sido servos fiéis, mas, nos últimos tempos, temos visto a sua ansiedade e stress a subir até a um nível que já não consideramos saudável. Muitas vezes o nome dado a esta circunstância é burnout pastoral ou ansiedade induzida pelo stress.

O Tiago e a Rute têm estado a trabalhar com os pastores da igreja e, também, trabalharam diligentemente para procurar ajuda médica. Seguiram as nossas recomendações, bem como as recomendações dos médicos, no que diz respeito ao descanso e à criação de novos padrões no seu ministério, de forma a construir um equilíbrio saudável para o futuro. No entanto, com todos estes apoios externos, chegámos à conclusão que o Tiago e a Ana Rute precisam desesperadamente de tirar um período sabático de seis meses, para que sejam afastados das exigências constantes do ministério e estejam distantes durante um período alargado que os preparará para o serviço que está por vir."

A Igreja não só recebeu com compreensão a notícia como manterá o nosso salário durante este tempo (que assegurará as despesas que temos em Portugal, como a renda da nossa casa, entre outras), que decorrerá entre Julho e Dezembro. Para usar correctamente este sabático, consideramos a possibilidade de viajarmos até aos Estados Unidos, onde poderemos visitar alguns familiares, receber encorajamento de parceiros do ministério lá, e até receber algum cuidado específico para a nossa revitalização física e espiritual.

Para que assim aconteça, precisamos de levantar recursos financeiros adicionais para as viagens de toda a família, burocracias inerentes que vão desde passaportes, seguros de saúde, alojamento e ainda provisão para uma economia americana, naturalmente mais exigente para portugueses. Estes são custos que se mostram longe do nosso alcance, daí o envio deste mail.

Do mesmo modo como a Igreja, corpo de Cristo, tem sido o nosso sustento na Lapa, estendemos o desafio destes dias a vocês, nossos queridos irmãos na Igreja espalhada por Portugal e todo o mundo. Sabemos que somos cuidados por Deus Pai também através da vossa companhia fiel, ao longo dos anos. Somos gratos pela vossa amizade generosa, e, se Deus tocar o vosso coração para nos continuarem a abençoar, agora deste modo, contem com mais novidades e a nossa prestação de contas.

Um grande abraço,

Tiago e Rute (e Maria, Marta, Joaquim e Caleb)

***

Beloved brothers and sisters,

God willing, the Cavacos will be boarding a plane on a Wednesday morning, July 24th, on our way to the United States. We plan to stop for five days in New York City and then move on to Jackson, Mississippi, where we will rest for a little over four months in communion with our family (Tiago Oliveira – Ana Rute’s brother - his wife Marta and their sons Rúben, David and little Tiago) and the Grace Baptist Church. Our sabbatical is officially on as of yesterday and will last until the first half of January 2020.

Under God’s care, as shown through the generosity with which you have regarded the appeal in our last letter, we are close to gathering all the resources necessary for this adventure. We have been enormously blessed by your response and encouragement. We feel the experiences you have shared with us have helped open a path and shown us clearly the way to go - so, in a way, you will be travelling along with us.

It is our plan to share our news throughout the sabbatical. We are certain that the joy we have with Jesus – our greatest and best place of rest – will be an ever-increasing message that we will want to testify to and share with you. Through the love of God our Father and the help of the Holy Spirit we are always with you.

Our most thankful and heartfelt love,

Tiago and Ana Rute

Queridos irmãos e amigos!

Se Deus quiser, a família Cavaco estará a bordo de um avião na manhã da quarta-feira da próxima semana, dia 24 de Julho, a caminho dos Estados Unidos da América. O plano é fazermos uma paragem de cinco dias em Nova Iorque e depois seguirmos para Jackson, Mississippi, onde teremos base para um pouco mais de quatro meses de descanso, convívio com a nossa família (o Tiago Oliveira - irmão da Ana Rute, a sua esposa Marta e os rapazes Rúben, David e Tiaguinho) e comunhão com a Grace Baptist Church. O nosso período sabático começou oficialmente ontem e irá até à primeira quinzena de Janeiro.

Graças ao cuidado de Deus, evidenciado também na generosidade com que acolheram o nosso apelo na carta anterior, estamos próximos de levantar todos os recursos necessários para esta aventura. Fomos muito abençoados pelas vossas respostas e pelo encorajamento que elas nos deram. Sentimos que se um caminho foi aberto, também foi aberto através de algumas das experiências que connosco partilharam e que nos mostraram com mais nitidez a direcção a tomar. Nesse sentido, não viajamos sem que vocês também viajem connosco.

É nosso plano irmos dando algumas novidades à medida que o sabático prossiga. Estamos convictos de que a alegria que temos em Jesus, o nosso maior e mais eficaz descanso, será uma mensagem crescente durante este tempo e que queremos ir testemunhando junto de vós. Somos amados por Deus Pai e assistidos pelo Espírito Santo e isso coloca-nos também na vossa companhia.

Recebam o nosso mais agradecido abraço,

Tiago e Ana Rute.

***

We are now a little over halfway through our time in America, and God continues to bless our family. The first month and a half was dedicated to actual rest; the wonderful Divine Providence allowed for Mr. Lars Johnson and his wife Bernice to seek information on Lisbon, which they wished to visit toward the end of August, only two weeks before we came here. They met Rute’s brother Tiago over the Internet, and then very generously offered us their Lake Cavalier house in Madison, Jackson, as we were about to arrive in the United States. The Johnsons stayed in our Oeiras home while visiting Lisbon, and we stayed in their own home; God has a sense of humor and proportion.

It was a time for reading (Dickens, Bonhoeffer, Salinger and Marvel are a few examples of our family’s favorites), playing (ball games and an old but still perfectly functional Nintendo), drawing, music (so much gospel on the radio!), and movies to our heart’s content, swimming in the river and some road trips (to the birthplace of rock’n’roll in Memphis and a Baptist conference in Palm Beach, which Tiago attended with his brother in law Tiago and Diego Lopes). Everything about that place was special, not least of which our new companions: two very elegant herons, several ducks, annoying horseflies, threatening wasps, some scared deer, and armadillo and raccoon roadkill. Nature here is exuberant, hot and humid, and we now know that in Portugal even the Summer heat is gentle.

In mid-September, God’s unfailing care brought us to the cabin in the woods we call home for now. We are less than five minutes away from our family (Tiago, Marta, Rúben, David and little Tiago) in Pelahatchie (a lot of Native American names around here). After some days of cleaning, and thanks to Rute’s vision for the future, the cabin is now Pinterest-worthy. We like to lovingly call it our redneck piece of paradise.

Moving to Pelahatchie brought us a new daily routine: we have started the school year with Maria, Marta, Joaquim and Caleb, and our days are now filled with school as well as rest.

One of the things we have learned is that there is a lot to be said about the need for real, actual rest. In the Bible, resting is often harder than working, in that we stop in order to let God do His work in us. The pause feels good, but it encompasses a spiritual requirement to put our faith in God’s hands and let it renew our perspective. The places around us look different, the people around us seem different, we ourselves are different. The only constant is the steady presence of Jesus, which makes itself especially visible in an extended reading of Scripture (we have both been studying the book of Job), in the presence of the local church (we feel like we are a part of Grace Baptist Church in Jackson), and in the care of our family, the Oliveiras, among other very welcome mercies.

We never forget that our presence here and now is due to the work of God through every one of you in different ways. Every day we give thanks for the fact that we lack for nothing, in the knowledge that your prayers sustain us. We ask that you go on praying for us, and we trust that we will come back with renewed strength to better serve our country that we so love.

We will see you soon!

Love, Tiago and Rute

Estamos agora a mais de meio do nosso tempo americano (já temos um pouco mais para trás do que para a frente). Deus tem abençoado a nossa família. O primeiro mês e meio foi dedicado a descansar mesmo: na fantástica providência de Deus, apenas duas semanas antes de chegarmos o Mr. Lars Johnson e a sua esposa Bernice em busca de informações sobre Lisboa, cidade que planeavam visitar no final de Agosto, conheceram pela internet o nosso cunhado Tiago. Esse encontro inesperado proporcionou que, com muita generosidade deles, abrissem uma casa que têm junto ao Lago Cavalier, em Madison, Jackson, para a nossa família, que se preparava para chegar aos Estados Unidos. Quando a Família Johnson visitou Lisboa ficou em nossa casa, em Oeiras, e nós em casa deles. Deus tem sentido de humor e proporcionalidade.

Esse foi um tempo de muitos livros (Dickens, Bonhoeffer, Salinger e Marvel, apenas para alguns exemplos de toda a família), muitos jogos (com bola e numa Nintendo antiga ainda completamente funcional), muitos desenhos, muita música (tanto gospel na rádio!), muitos filmes, muitos banhos no lago e algumas viagens (o berço do rock'n'roll em Memphis e uma conferência baptista em Palm Beach, Florida, que o Tiago foi com o cunhado Tiago e com o Diego Lopes). O espaço era especial também nos vizinhos que nos deu: duas garças elegantíssimas, vários patos, horseflies chatas, vespas ameaçadoras, uns poucos veados assustadiços, muitos armadillos (em Portugal diríamos tatus) e guaxinins atropelados na estrada, e tudo isto numa natureza exuberante também pelo seu calor húmido (agora sabemos que em Portugal até o calor é sereno).

A meio de Setembro, o cuidado infalível de Deus trouxe-nos para a cabana na floresta a que chamamos casa durante estes dias. Estamos a menos de cinco minutos a pé da casa da nossa família, do Tiago, da Marta, do Rúben, do David e do Tiaguinho, em Pelahatchie (os nomes índios aqui são mais do que muitos). Depois de alguns dias de limpezas, e com a visão de futuro da Rute, a cabana podia ser uma estrela do Pinterest. É, como dizemos carinhosamente, o nosso paraíso redneck. Desde a mudança para Pelahatchie que nos encontramos num novo ritmo diário: iniciámos o ano lectivo com a Maria, Marta, Joaquim e Caleb. Agora os dias são feitos de escola, além do descanso.

Uma das coisas que temos aprendido é que a necessidade de realmente descansar tem muito que se lhe diga. Na Bíblia, descansar é frequentemente mais difícil do que trabalhar porque implica que paramos para que Deus faça alguma coisa em nós. Apesar do bem que sentimos por parar, também enfrentamos a exigência espiritual nisso: olhar para tudo com uma perspectiva renovada pela confiança em Deus. Os lugares à nossa volta tornam-se diferentes, as pessoas à nossa volta tornam-se diferentes, nós tornamo-nos diferentes. O que mais se mantém é a companhia constante de Jesus, especialmente visível numa leitura mais prolongada das Escrituras (Job tornou-se um livro estudado pela Ana Rute e por mim), na presença na Igreja local (sentimo-nos parte da Grace Baptist Church em Jackson), pela assistência da nossa família aqui, os Oliveiras, entre outras misericórdias saborosas.

Não esquecemos nunca que, se aqui estamos neste período, foi porque Deus na sua providência usou cada um de vocês de diferentes formas. Agradecemos diariamente o facto de nada nos faltar, sabendo que somos sustentados em oração. Por isso, pedimos que continuem a orar por nós, na confiança de que regressaremos renovados para servir mais e melhor o nosso país que tanto amamos.

Um abraço e até breve,

Tiago e Rute

***

“The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy.” Psalm 126:3

We arrived in Portugal at the beginning of December. We had an extra month to rest after the six-month sabbatical; we were back at Igreja da Lapa - which we had missed so much! - but we did not work for that time period. It was very good to embrace our loved ones again and see how the Lord took care of the community during our absence; not only did it not stagnate, it actually grew larger!

We had never been out of the country for such a long period, so coming back was a whole new experience. On the one hand we were so very homesick, but on the other we were terribly surprised at how the simplest things get to be so complicated in Portugal. It is certainly annoying when outsiders point out the shortcomings of our homeland, but we must concede that the notorious Portuguese fatalism is much greater than we care to admit. It is therefore our job as Christians to live a more hopeful life in our own land.

In early January, after the usual Christmas overindulgence, we settled back into a routine. Rute has been supervising our children's school matters, amid music, basketball and books. We feel encouraged to maintain a healthier pace and believe less and less that it is possible to do everything all the time. When all is said and done, we left Mississippi but hope we have brought a bit of Mississippi back with us. We think back on our American time, from the care bestowed upon us by the Oliveiras and Grace Baptist Church to counseling and our adventures in the Southern outdoors, and find it hard to believe that unique time of our lives actually did happen: God took care of us, in part through your generosity.

I, Tiago, have been back to the pulpit at Lapa for the past three Sundays. Although it is my goal to preach shorter sermons, I haven't been able to contain my joy. We have started to study Acts and studying this book makes us long to be on the go, to see Christ reach even more people in Lapa, in Lisbon and in Portugal. We don't want to be too annoying in selling the benefits of the sabbatical, but it was truly an enormous blessing. If God planned resting so we can say even more emphatically that what He does is good, mission accomplished: God has done very good things with us, and we suspect there is still more to be done in this place where He placed us.

God bless you,

Tiago and Ana Rute (and Maria, Marta, Joaquim and Caleb)

“Grandes coisas fez o Senhor por nós; por isso, estamos alegres.” Salmo 126:3

Chegámos a Portugal no princípio de Dezembro. Tivemos ainda um mês do descanso final do período combinado de seis meses. Apesar de termos voltado à Igreja da Lapa, de que tínhamos tantas saudades!, nesse período estivemos sem qualquer trabalho. Foi muito bom voltarmos a abraçar aqueles que amamos, ao mesmo tempo que observámos o cuidado do Senhor com a nossa comunidade na nossa ausência - não só ela não ficou parada como cresceu!

Como nunca tínhamos passado tanto tempo fora do nosso país, foi uma experiência nova a de regressar. Ao lado de uma saudade enorme, não podemos negar que nos surpreendeu a maneira complicada com que Portugal vive até as coisas mais simples. Reconhecemos que é irritante quando alguém chega de fora a apontar os defeitos do nosso país, mas temos de reconhecer também que o tão badalado fatalismo português é maior do que gostamos de admitir. Logo, cabe-nos, enquanto cristãos, vivermos vidas mais esperançadas na terra a que pertencemos.

No início de Janeiro, e depois de todas as excepcionalidades natalícias, regressámos à rotina. A Rute tem supervisionado a escola dos miúdos, no meio de muita música, basketball e livros. Estamos animados para manter um ritmo mais saudável, menos crente de que é possível fazer tudo a toda a hora. No fundo, viemos do Mississippi mas desejamos que muito do Mississippi fique connosco. Lembramos os tempos americanos, desde o cuidado que recebemos da Família Oliveira e da Grace Baptist Church, passando pelo counseling e pelas aventuras no grande ar-livre sulista, e até nos custa acreditar que vivemos mesmo essa época única nas nossas vidas: Deus cuidou de nós e fê-lo também através da vossa generosidade.

Eu, Tiago, regressei ao púlpito da Lapa há três Domingos. Apesar de desejar pregar sermões mais curtos, não tenho sabido conseguir conter a minha alegria. Começámos um estudo no livros dos Actos dos Apóstolos que aumenta a vontade de estar no ir, de ver Cristo a chegar a mais pessoas na Lapa, em Lisboa e em Portugal. Não queremos ser vendedores demasiado chatos acerca das virtudes do sabático mas a verdade é que ele foi uma bênção imensa. Se Deus planeou o descanso para que digamos com mais convicção que o que ele faz é bom, então missão cumprida: o que Deus tem feito connosco é muito bom e suspeitamos que há mais alguma coisa para ser feita neste lugar onde ele nos pôs.

Recebam o nosso abraço!

Tiago e Ana Rute (e Maria, Marta, Joaquim e Caleb)

#cavacos #newsletter #church #sabbatical

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mypurplescent-blog · 6 years ago

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Sensei Kunshu

Chapters: Until now 13 (Translated into English)

Status: Ongoing

Author: Momoko Koda

Rating: 8.5/10

Synopsis: The story revolved around Ayu, who constantly gets rejected by the person she confessed to. She then met someone whom she madly fell in love with but turns out to be his Teacher (the older brother of Hiromitsu from Heroine Shikkaku). A hilarious rom-com about the struggles of being in a student-teacher relationship. (Via MangaRock)

Review: A cross-over with Heroine Shikkaku, and this story is also hilarious! I really like Koda’s story and artwork! Initially, Ayu knows him at a convenience store, and after this, she find out that he had become the substitute math teacher of her class. Little by little, a beautiful feeling of love blooms in Ayu that unfortunately, happens to be one-sided. Sensei Kunshu is a very beautiful and funny story. Worth following!

By_LadyHannyC

Last update 19/11/2018

Portuguese version/versão em português

Capítulos: 13 até agora (Traduzido para o inglês)

Status: Em andamento

Autor: Momoko Koda

Avaliação: 8.5/10

Sinopse: A história girou em torno de Ayu, que constantemente é rejeitada pela pessoa que ela confessou. Ela então conheceu alguém por quem ela se apaixonou loucamente, mas acabou por ser seu professor (o irmão mais velho de Hiromitsu da heroína Shikkaku). Um hilariante rom-com sobre as lutas de estar em um relacionamento aluno-professor. (Via MangaRock)

Análise: Um cross-over com Heroine Shikkaku, e essa também é hilária! Eu realmente gosto da história e do traço de Koda! Inicialmente, Ayu conhece o professor Hiromitsu em uma loja de conveniência, e depois disso, ela descobre que ele se havia se tornado o professor substituto de matemática de sua classe. Pouco a pouco, um belo sentimento de amor floresce em Ayu que, infelizmente, torna-se unilateral. Sensei Kunshu é uma história muito bonita e engraçada. Vale a pena acompanhar! By_LadyHannyC Última atualização 19/11/2018

#Sensei Kunshu #shoujo #romance #comedy #school #momoko koda

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sailorgreywolf-legacy · 8 years ago

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Legacy - Chapter 4

New Spain took to riding more and more to get his mind off of things. He was avoiding Columbia to the best of his abilities, even though he knew it would only make Columbia more desperate. He rode further and further away from Spain's home each time he went out. He liked the feel of the wind in his hair, which was as long as Spain would allow, and he loved the feeling of the horse between his legs. The woods closed around him and he lost track of where he was.

His mind jumped from subject to subject and it kept coming back to Columbia. How would he tell Columbia to stop thinking about him when he had led him on like that? Steel flashed in front of him. He stopped as quickly as he could and turned to face the man. He was the same height as Spain with slightly darker hair tied back into a medium length ponytail. But most importantly, he had a thin sword to New Spain's throat, and then he spoke with an accent that wasn't quite Spanish "My, my, look what just rode into my territory. Who would think that my brother's prized colony would come so easily within my reach?"

Then New Spain realized who this man must be. Portugal, otherwise known as Phillip, Spain's younger brother. Spain and Portugal hated each other; they also lusted for each other's territories. New Spain knew he must have ridden into Portuguese territory. He tried to form words "I didn't mean to intrude". Portugal flicked his sword slightly, so it left a tiny cut "I didn't give you permission to speak, boy". He put especial emphasis on the last word. Portugal smirked a little and spoke again "You're lucky you have such a pretty little head, or I might remove it from your shoulders, boy".

New Spain was almost shaking; right now he wished he could use a sword. Portugal spoke again, he seemed to be enjoying this "Tell me, boy, do you know how to use a sword?" New Spain was puzzled by the question "No I don't, Antonio doesn't let me". Portugal laughed "That's just like him; he isn't as much of a fool as I thought. Would you like to learn, boy?" New Spain was very confused. Was Portugal offering to teach him? He spoke before Portugal could demand he do so "I would like to learn. But why would you offer to teach me?"

Portugal sheathed his sword "Because you hate Spain almost as much as I do". New Spain replied quickly "How can you know what I feel?" Portugal looked almost exasperated "Antonio killed your mother; I don't think you would forget something like that. I also don't think you could ever forgive him for it". Mexico felt like Portugal read his heart. No one knew that he knew about what Spain had done that day, it was impossible that Portugal did

"My mother died of illness". Portugal laughed again "That's a neat trick, you move your lips and Spain's voice comes out. You know that isn't true, she was too strong for that. Don't try to lie to me, boy". It had been a long time since New Spain had talked about his mother, and it hurt. He tried to push away the pain "What do you think I could possibly do?" He was sure he already knew what Portugal was going to say, but he wanted to hear him say it. Portugal could tell exactly what New Spain wanted to hear "Raise an army, rebel against him, win your freedom".

As much as New Spain knew Portugal was going to say that, he was still shocked to hear it "I wouldn't have a chance, he is a powerful empire". Portugal gave him an exasperated look "If anyone could do it, it's you. He loves you more than his other colonies and wouldn't see it coming from you. And most importantly, you want it more than anyone else, boy". Mexico tried to detect a lie in the offer, it seemed to be too good to be true "And what's in it for you? What would you do if I refused?" Portugal smiled "You have a decent head on your shoulders, boy. Only an idiot would accept a seemingly one-sided offer. I will get Spain's financial ruin, not to mention his shaming. You don't need to accept my offer, that's up to you, boy."

He turned and started to ride away, glancing over his shoulder at New Spain "If you want to learn how to swordfight, then follow me. If you want to stay Antonio's pet then you can go back." New Spain glanced back at Spain's house, and then he glanced back at Portugal's back. He knew he shouldn't follow Portugal, but the idea of being able to fight intrigued him. He had fight in his blood, he couldn't really stop himself. He looked back one more time before he followed Portugal.

Portugal's house was smaller than Spain's, but the decorations were no less lavish. The middle of the biggest room was cleared in the middle. He followed Portugal into the middle of the room; Portugal grabbed a pair of wooden swords on the way. He threw one of the swords to New Spain, who caught it easily. It was much heavier than he expected it to be. Portugal looked at him "You are holding it wrong, boy. It is not a battle ax that needs two hands".

New Spain experimentally took one hand off the grip of the sword and found it hard to hold. He was determined to master sword fighting as well as he had mastered riding. Portugal smiled "Now you are doing it right, boy. Now I want you to try and hit me". New Spain gawked at Portugal "Are you serious?". Portugal shrugged "I need to see what you can do without any training. I don't think you are actually going to land anything". New Spain growled "We will see about that" then he lunged at Portugal.

Portugal parried easly and tapped New Spain lightly in the ribs with the point of his wooden sword "You're dead already". New Spain pulled back and tried a hit from a different direction, he missed again and again Portugal tapped him lightly on the back "Dead again, boy". New Spain was starting to get frustrated, he attacked again. This time Portugal was able to hit the back of New Spain's hand, causing him to drop the sword. Portugal picked up the sword and handed it back to New Spain, saying as he did so "Don't let your anger control your actions, it makes you easy to read. The key to swordplay is that you don't wear your heart on your sleeve". New Spain nodded and attempted to calm himself.

Twenty minutes passed and New Spain actually improved, he managed to not get himself "killed" as much. They were in the middle of a round of heavy dueling when he heard a soft feminine voice "Irmão, why did you bring some Spanish boy here?". New Spain turned to look at the pretty girl standing in the door way, which earned him a smack on the back of the head from Portugal. She was about the same age as New Spain, with long dark curly hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She was very pretty, her dark eyes were clever. The most noticeable thing about her was that she wasn't wearing a dress, instead she was wearing pants and a loose shirt, not unlike what New Spain was wearing.

New Spain attempted to speak "This really isn't my fault, Phillip-". The girl cut him off "I wasn't talking to you, pretty boy. Phillip, we need to talk later". With that she turned and left. New Spain watched her leave and resisted the urge to wolf whistle. Portugal laughed softly "It looks like Brazil has taken a liking to you". New Spain looked over at him incredeusly "Did we just see the same thing or are you just crazy?". Portugal laughed again "Brazil is very defensive, but that's how she shows she cares. Let's continue with practice"

A/N: This was written before there was a canon Brazil or Portugal, and I am keeping my OCs all the way through the story for consistency

#aph mexico #aph portugal #aph spain #hetalia #historical hetalia #aph fanfiction #aph brazil

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scottmcwinchester · 8 years ago

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Okay, so I hope I'm not bothering you, but now I gotta know what some of your favourite JARCELO moments are? :)

You’re not bothering me at all! I love these asks tbh

And I LOVE James and Marcelo. They’re so so so so pure. I feel like they really support one another. They’re the type of friends that if you said you were sad then the other one would come to your house with ice cream and your favorite movie.

So let’s start with probably the (most likely) first James/Marcelo moment:

THE 2014 WORLD CUP *dramatic music* BRAZIL VS COLOMBIA

(i will admit that I didn’t like futbol until late 2015 so I missed all that glory, but luckily the internet and excessive archives and photos and youtube videos exist)

Colombia had been doing well in the World Cup, and then they lost an important game to Brazil and got sent home. James got really famous during the World Cup not only for his extreme talent, but his BIG HEART. After Colombia lost, James was crying and was very visibly upset (he is a cancer after all). And sweet ol’ Brazilian Marcelo came over to make sure he was okay. (ft David Luiz) Marcelo could have immediately started celebrating with his team and just feel good overall about winning, but no, he made time to go check on James. IT’S LIKE HE KNEW THAT THEY WOULD BECOME BEST FRIENDS

Look, he already have that hand under James’ chin.

Marcelo was like ‘future bro, are you okay? do you need a warm blanket, some cuddles? here, have my hand rest affectionately upon your face to take away any pain’

bonus: Marcelo and James teaming up to check on an injured Neymar

I just think that’s so amazing… Even if James didn’t go to Real Madrid, i feel like him and Marcelo would eventually have become good friends.

Secret handshakes = Bff’s 4 lyfe

youtube

~special appearances by Cristiano Ronaldo… turns out he’s in a lot of stuff involving Marcelo and James

youtube

~when your boyfriend and best friend both make fun of you (that little hit at the end I’m dead)

the next singing duo

youtube

(ft keylor) (god james is soooooo pretty)

okay, now time for all the IG posts… Notice how many times they call each other hermano/hermanito aka (little) brother. And how James writes in Portuguese for Marcelo uwu. (irmão= brother)

and they’re so affectionate towards each other! Marcelo is always being sweet to James and calling him ‘parcero’ (Colombian slang for like dude/friend… I think! please correct me if I’m wrong)and all kinds of other sweet things. and like I said earlier, there’s so much support!!! bff goals

^ un besito!

^ otro beso

I’m not really sure what ‘panita’ means (all this slang omg) but from googling, I’m guessing it’s just an affectionate way of saying friend

^ I remember James reposted that and added the brother part

‘great victory today with my sweet friend that I love very much’

So in short, Marcelo and James are the sweetest, purest two puppies that have graciously graced us with their sunshine, happiness, and their friendship.. 2 of my favorite hermanitos tbh. Imagine being as cute as these 2 are

#:))))))))))))))#jarcelo #james rodriguez #marcelo #i love you anon!!#anon #ask #real madrid #futbol

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snsmissionaries · 7 years ago

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10/5/17 -- Sister Makenzie Moss, Brazil, Natal Mission

Conferência Geral!!!

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Pronto! Então antes que eu falo sobre conferência, eu quero compartilhar sobre esta semana! Primeiramente, esta semana foi última semana desta transferência. Eu achei que vai ser bom, vai ser tranquilo. Algo interessante, Presidente ligou e mandou um divisão! Última semana e a gente tem um divisão, foi muito estranha. Mas, divisão foi bom. Sister Da Rosa e eu trabalhamos muito! E a gente fez muitos novos e contatos pra a próximo transferência. Foi bom!

Beleza, então conferência foi tão muito boa!! Eu senti que todos os apóstolos foram falando comigo e só eu! Eu aprendi muito de conferência, e uma bênção, eu assisti em inglês com Sister Phipps e Elder Bradford. Algos de meu discursos preferidos foi de pessoas dos setenta. Eu gosto muito que eles focaram no coisas e simples que nos precisamos para crescer perto de Deus, sentir influência Dele em nossa vidas e seja aperfeiçoado em Cristo. Por exemplo, leia O Livro de Mórmon diariamente, e não só leia mas estuda, pondera e ora sobre essas coisas que nós estudamos. Deixa as coisas do mundo e foca mais nas coisas de Deus e nossa progressão espiritual. As vezes nós sentimos sozinho em nossa vida e durante nossa dificuldades mas por meio do Expiação de Cristo nós podemos superar nossa problemas, pecados e dificuldades. A Expiação de Cristo é infinita! E e ultrapassa todos os limites.

Eu amo conferência geral e eu tó muito feliz para ouvir as palavras de nossa profeta e apóstolos vivos! Eu sei que eles são chamou por Deus, para nos guia em esses últimas dias! Eu tó muito feliz que eles são inspirados por Deus com essas coisas para nos ajuda preparar para encontrar Deus e ajudar nossa irmãos e irmãs fazem a mesmo coisa. Eu sei que esta é a igreja de Cristo e que Joseph Smith restaurou esta igreja aqui na terra. Jesus Cristo é nossa Salvador e ele tá sempre conosco em todos as situações. Ele sofreu por cada um de nos e ele nos conhece melhor que qualquer outra pessoa. Ele nos ama para sempre!

Amo vocês com todo meu coração!!

Sister Moss

English

Alrighty! So before I talk about conference, I want to share about this week! Firstly, this week was the last week of this transfer. I thought it would be good, it'll be quiet. Something interesting, President called and sent a division! Last week and we have a division, it was very strange. But, division was good. Sister Da Rosa and I work hard! And we made a lot of new ones and contacts for the next transfer. Was good!

Conference time!!! Conference was so very good !! I felt that all the apostles were talking to me and just me! I learned a lot from conference, and a blessing, I watched in English with Sister Phipps and Elder Bradford. Some of my favorite speeches were from the Seventies. John C. Pingree Jr, W. Craig Zwick and Stephen W. Owen just to name a few! I really like that they have focused on the simple things we need to grow close to God, to feel His influence in our lives and to be perfected in Christ. For example, read The Book of Mormon daily, and not only read but study, ponder, and pray about these things that we have studied. Leave the things of the world and focus more on the things of God and our spiritual progression. Sometimes we feel alone in our life and during our difficulties but through the Atonement of Christ we can overcome our problems, sins and difficulties. The Atonement of Christ is infinite! And it goes beyond all limits.

I love general conference and I'm so happy to hear the words of our living prophet and apostles! I know they are called by God, to guide us in these last days! I'm very happy that they are inspired by God with these things to help us prepare to meet God and help our brothers and sisters do the same thing. I know this is the church of Christ and that Joseph Smith restored this church here on earth. Jesus Christ is our Savior and he is always with us in all situations. He suffered for each of us and he knows us better than anyone else. He loves us forever!

I love you with all my heart !!

Sister Moss

Questions and Answers

How's the work? Work is a little slow, it's been really hard this transfer.

The language? The language is much much easier, more normal and casual. Sometimes I still have a hard time understanding but its still getting better! What are your thoughts and feelings about your mission and the things you've learned so far? I am beyond thankful for my mission and know with every fiber of my being that this is the work of the Lord. That without Him and His help, I would literally just be a tourist here. Any special music help get you through this week? I really like listening to hymns!

Sister Moss's letter home to Dad

Aww daddy so cool!! Please keep my updated on your missionary work too! Work here has been really hard, no one wants to hear from us and when we find someone who does, my companion is not in the mood to work. It's been a really hard transfer, I'm hoping my next companion can help me find those people that maybe I missed this transfer.. Aww yay, I knew everything would go well with the new kiddos! Did you guys take pictures? I want to see my family! Sounds like so much fun!! I want to go to the aquarium with them all when I get home, ok? thanks! Haha everyone I tell that I have 4 new siblings thinks I'm joking and asks how that's even possible. Haha! It's crazy to think that there are 10 of us, but it seems so natural to tell people that there are 10 kids in the family. I know for a fact that this was always the plan, and I'm so happy that you and mom followed the spirit at just the right times to still have the opportunity recieve the rest of our family!

Conferência e Um Castelo!

Okay, so I heard the translation wasn't super great for y'all back home! So I'm going to try something new. English AND Portuguese!!! Wish me luck! O português está no final, continue lendo!

But this past week, we had Zone conference! I learned so much! We focused a lot on how important the Book of Mormon is in the conversion of our investigators and also did lots of practicing with all the lessons! it was great! I got to hear insight from other missionaries on how they teach different parts of the lessons and it really helped! I feel way more comfortable with the lessons now and have some really cool ways to explain things!

Our investigators are doing well, we have 4 whom are really progressing and could be ready for baptism within the next few weeks! I really want to have a baptism this week during conference weekend but we'll see! Oh also, something really cool! we were teaching an investigator and close to his house there is a literal castle!!! I've known for a while but this time I actually had my camera with me!! Guys it is so cool!! I want to go inside!!

this week I really saw the blessings that come from fasting and praying with a real intent! We fasted this week in hopes that 2 of our investigators who are progressing the most would go to church with us. Within 3 hours of starting our fast we had them both committed to going to church! What a blessing! Sunday afternoon when we went to pick them up neither one of them could go.. or weren't home. We were both so upset, but when we got to church the other sisters came up to us and told us that 2 of our other investigators had come with some recent converts! Not the way we thought our prayers would be answered but hey, God knows more than me. This was perfect!!

I know that God answers all of our prayers, maybe not the way we think or want but in the way that it is really supposed to happen! I know that He loves us so much that he never leaves us alone, that He is always with us helping us and pushing us along the way. I know this is Christ's church, and no matter how hard it is sometimes I am so privileged to be serving in His place, helping my brothers and sisters maybe even just a little more everyday. So happy to wear His name on my chest every day.

I love you all so much!!

With love,

Sister Moss

Português

Então eu ouvi a tradução não era super ótimo para vocês estão em casa! Então vou tentar algo novo. Inglês e português !!! Me deseje sorte!

Mas na semana passada, tivemos uma conferência da Zona! Aprendi muito! Nos concentramos muito em quão importante o livro de mormon é na conversão de nossos pesquisadores e também fizemos muita práticas com todas as lições! foi ótimo! Eu tenho que ouvir a visão de outros missionários sobre como eles ensinam diferentes partes das lições e realmente ajudou! Eu me sinto muito mais confortável com as lições agora e tenho algumas maneiras realmente legais de explicar as coisas!

Nossos pesquisadores estão indo bem, temos 4 que estão realmente progredindo e podem estar preparados para o batismo nas próximas semanas! Eu realmente quero ter um batismo esta semana durante o fim de semana da conferência, mas vamos ver! Ah também, algo realmente legal! nós estávamos ensinando um investigador e perto de sua casa, há um castelo literal !!! Eu conheci por um tempo, mas desta vez eu realmente tive minha câmera comigo !! Gente é tão legal !! Eu quero entrar!

Esta semana eu realmente vi as bênçãos que vêm de jejum e reza com uma verdadeira intenção! Nós jejuamos esta semana com a esperança de que 2 de nossos pesquisadores que estão mais progredindo irão à igreja conosco. Dentro de 3 horas de começar nosso jejum, nós dois nos empenhamos em ir à igreja! Que benção! No domingo à tarde, quando fomos buscá-los, nenhum deles poderia ir ... ou não estava em casa. Nós dois estávamos tão chateados, mas quando chegamos à igreja, as outras irmãs vieram até nós e nos disseram que 2 de nossos outros pesquisadores tinham vindo com alguns conversos recentes! Não da maneira que achamos que nossas orações seriam respondidas, mas oi, Deus sabe mais do que eu. Isso foi perfeito !!

Eu sei que Deus responde todas as nossas orações, talvez não da maneira que pensamos ou desejamos, mas do jeito que realmente deveria acontecer! Eu sei que Ele nos ama tanto que ele nunca nos deixa em paz, que Ele está sempre conosco ajudando-nos e empurrando-nos ao longo do caminho. Eu sei que esta é a igreja de Cristo, e não importa o quão difícil às vezes eu sou tão privilegiada para servir no seu lugar, ajudando meus irmãos e irmãs talvez até um pouco mais todos os dias. Tão feliz em usar seu nome no meu peito todos os dias.

Eu amo todos de vocês!!

Com amor,

Sister Moss

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