#maestres

[savagefunk]

[moradadabeleza]

David Gomez-Maestre

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[voguecovers]

Vogue Spain, January 2025

Spanish singer Amaia Romero, photographed David Gomez-Maestre, styling Alicia Padrón, head of content Ines Lorenzo

Special thanks to, Thompson Madrid Hotel, Barceló Torre de Madrid

[artfulfashion]

Lulu Wood photographed by David Gomez Maestre for Vogue Espana, October 2023

[babkaboy]

i heard targaryens in valyria may have had a custom of having sex on dragonback and now i'm having completely pure thoughts about your game of thrones obikin au...

dude i kid you not that i didn’t know abt this piece of lore but i swear as i was drawing this au i kept thinking about obi-wan getting fucked on the back of a dragon 👀 perhaps it wasn’t anything planned but anakin finally got to drag obi-wan to share the saddle with him and during the flight obi-wan is losing his shit and totally terrified and nothing turns anakin on more like obi-wan crying, suffering or being scared lmao his maestre was asking to be bad touched in the air

[eucanthos]

Rebeka Elizegi

Collage from Géneris series, 2021

Géneris by Rebeka Elizegi + Marisa Maestre + Mar C. Llop The project has been selected, exhibited and awarded the 1st Prize at the II Biennial Exhibition of Visual Arts PLURI-IDENTITATS 2021, organized by the MUA – Museum of the University of Alicante. Creating positive references through art around gender identity as a social theme is the main objective of this project.

https://rbkcollage.com/en/project/generis/

[infinite-movement-fashion]

Elias Monstrey by David Gomez-Maestre for Numéro Netherlands

Styled by Gabriella Norberg

[crystalanddecay]

Your secrets are safe, for now, in the veil of night.

[ofaflower]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄. No, River had learned enough from The Doctor and her own travels across time and space to recognize who the person in front of her had to be. The Master was not someone you ran into just hopping down to the shops for milk after all. It appeared her vacation was cut short --- " you know, I have a very good dentist in the Kasterbos Galaxy if you want to do something about those teeth... " River quipped, lifting her champagne flute to her lips and taking a sip. Mmmm, heavenly, she thought to herself as she tasted the wine. A thought she couldn't share towards the company she had.

" --- if you'd like, I think I even have a coupon in my purse ! " ( @maestrs )

[welshpunches]

the appearance of a familiar yet unfamiliar face , her stomach churned . she could feel the adrenaline run through , the heart thudding violently against bones . she couldn't fathom it . always the unexplainable . always the unbelievable . fingers curl into a fist , her brows falter into a frown , green orbs fixated on him closely inspecting every inch of him . she didn't like this feeling . she was out of weapons and out of luck .

❛ where the hell are my friends ?! what did you do ?! ❜ she growled at him , her welsh dialect harsher than ever before . he might be a threat , but gwen cooper was not to be trifled with .

@maestrs liked for a starter .

[scogito]

La psicologia contorta nella testa dei corrotti.

[pleatedskirt]

Aylah Petersen for Vogue Spain May 2023 by David Gómez Maestre

[nerditudes]

❛  what's so funny? wipe off that smile.  ❜ — simms @ the doctor.

"I'm not smiling." He lied, as a soft amused chuckle slipped past his upturned lips. He made a show of attempting a solemn expression, but he could hardly help himself. The Master looked-- ridiculous. The Doctor held up a phone, peering at his longtime rival through the screen.

"It makes you look like a surly cat." He snapped a photo, turning it around to show his on-again-off-again frenemy the image. There was that face of his [the one he wore currently at least] but the frown the Master oft wore was exaggerated-- with cartoonish cat ears and eyebrows on his face.

"This has got to be a milestone in human innovation-- and you make such a pretty kitty."

[gregor-samsung]

“ La camera era in penombra, anche se ormai Bonaria non pativa più né luce né buio. Il corpo ridotto alle sue funzioni elementari era così minuto che il letto sembrava pronto a inghiottirselo tra le coperte. Andrìa stette un istante sulla soglia, guardò Maria in cerca di un cenno e poi si accostò al capezzale di Bonaria. La ragazza non fece niente per impedirglielo, neppure quando lo vide piegarsi sul cadavere vivo. Andrìa non si sedette accanto al letto, si inginocchiò sul tappeto per farsi più vicino, come a vederla meglio. Maria avvertì l'impulso di lasciarlo solo e uscire, ma lui se ne accorse. – Resta, disse, e a nessuno dei due parve strano che a dare il permesso fosse stato lui. Maria non replicò, e rimase in piedi accanto alla porta, mentre Andrìa in silenzio guardava il volto emaciato dell'accabadora di Soreni. Gli vide chinare le spalle fino a posare il capo sulla coperta senza però abbandonarvelo, come temesse di schiacciare il corpo fragile che c'era sotto, in un gesto di tenerezza che rivelò a Maria la parte di lui che credeva persa. Rimasero così per un tempo necessario e impreciso, lei in piedi a guardare, lui in ginocchio a respirare. Poi Andrìa si alzò, e sfiorò appena la mano inerte della vecchia in coma. Maria aprì la porta, ed entrambi uscirono senza scambiarsi una parola fino alla soglia di casa. – Grazie, disse Andrìa. – Di nulla... si sorprese a dire Maria, disarmata dal tono mite che lui aveva usato. Se vuoi venire, qualche volta. Lui scosse la testa. – No, non serve, mi bastava vederla così. Ma se invece tu hai bisogno di uscire, di prendere aria. si interruppe, con un imbarazzo che gli stava addosso come un guanto. ... insomma, sai dove sono. Lei gli sorrise, e quando tornò in casa si sentiva il cuore molto meno pesante. Per una misteriosa associazione di senso con la visita di Andrìa, il pensiero che da settimane la divorava come un verme aveva bucato la soglia della sua potenzialità, ed era divenuto decisione chiara. Entrando in camera trovò il cuscino in attesa sulla poltrona accanto al letto e lo prese, poi si avvicinò con la certezza che stavolta nessun senso di colpa l'avrebbe fermata. Forse fu il gesto di tenerezza che aveva visto compiere ad Andrìa a spingerla a chinare il capo verso il volto di Bonaria prima di agire, sfiorandole la guancia con le labbra con una levità che non sentiva di aver mai avuto da quando era tornata a casa. Ci sono cose che si sanno e basta, e le prove sono solo conferma; fu con l'ombra netta di una intuizione che Maria Listru seppe con certezza che sua madre Bonaria Urrai era morta. “

Michela Murgia, Accabadora, Einaudi (collana Super ET), 2014; pp. 160-161.

[1ª Edizione originale: Einaudi (collana Supercoralli), 2009]

[bringslife]

❝ i love you! okay?  i’ve been so fucking in love with you for longer than i can remember.  ❞ — huerta!master

“you what?” oh doctor , you really are stupid, aren’t you? for a long moment all he can do is stare , frozen still as he wonders if it’s possible he had misunderstood , perhaps he was imagining this. once he confirms he hasn’t been teleported to some dreamscape the doctor glances at the master then. he eyed him for a moment, hoping this wasn’t a cruel trick. his lips curl into a hesitant smile, before turning teasing. “you love me, huh?” he says throwing caution to the wind and moving closer into his space. he swallows nervously, “i may be an idiot or maybe this is a dream … but i love you too.”