#para Eli

[victormalonso]

tú eres la luz que ilumina mi universo \ recámaras del corazón | © víctor m. alonso

para Eli @lilnevile el amor de mi vida

te nombro, mujer, Eli, y al nombrarte, el mar, la noche y el cosmos detienen su movimiento eterno sólo para que tú te hagas presencia y luz en este espacio donde yo te espero cada noche; el orbe se para ante el poder de tu presencia, y el solo hecho de nombrarte me hace entrar a un sueño inédito del que uno no quisiera nunca despertar.

[taritoons]

Tasty!

[yeshihellodani]

They’ve been on my mind lately

Commissions info here

Reference pictures I used under the cut

(If someone knows the name of the author of these pictures pls let me know bc I found them on Pinterest lol)

[justaboymadeofhoneyandglass]

nahhh the parallels between emmeline/daphne/Nick and Evan/Eli/Icarus are going INSANEEEEE

@aesthetic-writer18 HDNSHAJAGRUWIW

[thejax-reed]

Location: The woods, near Jaxon's parents' graves.

When: Lunar New Year

Cool, winter breeze ruffled his dark fur as Jaxon picked his way through the woods. It had been some time coming...but he was finally set on the idea of visiting his parents' resting place. It was what this whole night was about, after all, but the task had proven harder than usual. His mind kept going back to Gwen and the vampires' presence in their woods. The looming threat of those human hunters and the grand old bitch, Artemis, waiting for their perfect chance to pull another one of their numbers. It was in part because of that, that the old beta decided to make it quick and be back before anyone noticed his leave of absence again.

Jaxon was pure instinct and, as he ran, moonlight glinting off of the white in his fur, he couldn’t help but pick up on a familiar scent very close to the spot where his parents laid. The beta did not know whose it was at first but he did know that it clearly didn't belong out here. Incapable of resisting it, it prompted him to slow down, prowling on along a secret path to somehow get ahead of it and it just so happened that he did. Sniffing at the branches around him, the wolf crouched down and waited until the sounds and the scent got there.

What he saw..or rather, who, he saw, did surprise him.. and prompted him to take a step forward. Impressive as he was in his human form, it all paled in comparison to his wolf, strong paws clawing at the mud beneath him. What was Elijah doing there..? Jaxon took a few steps forward and lowered his head as a means to let him know he was in no danger, and wondered if the other would recognize him.

@eremington

[hiidenneiti]

Katarina pelkäsi, että veli purskahtaisi itkuun keskellä kirkasta päivää asemasillalla. Hän tunkeutui siis väliin. "Minä kai olen liian huono?" kysyi hän. "Kaikki naiset ovat huonoja, menkää te vain mukaan. Ja näkemiin sitten vuoden perästä Helsingissä."

OSSI "FUCK EM WOMEN" DAHL

[fletcher-braley]

CLOSED STARTER for @elifalvey

"I couldn't tell you where Reg is, but you're more than welcome to hang and wait for him."

Trying to keep tabs on Reg has always felt near impossible, much like herding cats, but the one thing Fletcher could count on is that he rolls back around. Eventually. And it isn't so simple as to send a text when he's been nefarious for losing his phone.

(Fletcher's found out one too many times a request for him to pick up something on the way home was wishful thinking when he'd hear a text notification signal from the kitchen.)

"I don't mind the company. And I just put on a pot of coffee if you want some."

[swamplatibule]

hello madd tumblr. assuming you have no clue who this is (it’s Eli) will you do me a favor and tell me what details about him you can find in this picture

Brighter version under the cut if needed

[thegillyxliang]

closed - @elixpace

where - their apartment

After leaving work (and eating an edible on the way since she respected her roommate's sobriety) Gillian picked up a pizza along with a pint of ice cream she'd brought from the ice cream shop and she headed home, excited to do nothing but eat and relax and not think about how unsettled she felt since this little slice of paradise she'd found herself in had suddenly become anything but.

But she was choosing to see the bright side of things--like how the whole town was coming together, and how nice everyone was being, empathy all around. It just sucked that it took a natural disaster for some people to be their best selves. Oh well. At least the people already in her life here were decent. Like Elijah. A chance meeting months ago and helping change a flat tire turned into an easy friendship and an apartment she now called home.

"You better be home, dude! Otherwise this whole pie and the pint of double fudge is mine."

[zaman-lordu]

Degersiz bir hayat diye bi kitap var o kadar cok okumak istiyorum ki yani almak icin kuduruyorum ama allah askina bi kitap nasil 200 lira olur ya

[victormalonso]

recámaras del corazón | © víctor m. alonso

[ntgospel]

Marcha Para Jesus do Rio de Janeiro tem data da 17ª edição confirmada

Confira a novidade em https://ntgospel.com/noticias/fe/marcha-para-jesus-do-rio-de-janeiro-tem-data-da-17a-edicao-confirmada

Marcha Para Jesus do Rio de Janeiro tem data da 17ª edição confirmada

Com o slogan “Força da União”, a Marcha Para Jesus do Rio de Janeiro vai acontecer mais cedo em 2024. Diferentes das duas últimas edições, que aconteceram em agosto, a 17ª edição do evento foi antecipada para o dia 25 de maio, a partir das 14h. 

Já o trajeto e o local do show vão manter a tradicional concentração na Avenida Presidente Vargas, na altura da Avenida Passos, em direção à Praça da Apoteose, onde acontecerão mobilizações, orações e shows comandados por grandes nomes da música gospel do Brasil.

Até o momento já estão confirmados Thalles Roberto, Eli Soares, Samuel Messias, DiscoPraise, Valesca Mayssa, Midian Lima, Lukas Agustinho, Bruna Karla, Ministério Gospel Night, Davi Sacer, Stella Laura, Marcus Salles e Arthur Callazans.

Promovida pelo Conselho de Ministros Evangélicos do Rio de Janeiro (Comerj), presidido pelo pastor Cláudio Duarte, a Marcha Para Jesus do Rio de Janeiro foi certificada como Patrimônio Cultural Imaterial do Estado em 2023. Desta forma, o Estado do Rio de Janeiro “assume o compromisso de estimular, apoiar, preservar e divulgar as manifestações culturais, religiosas e expressões artísticas, inclusive as de iniciativas populares”.

A Marcha Para Jesus do Rio de Janeiro foi realizada pela primeira vez em 1998. No dia 03 de setembro de 2009, foi instituído o Dia Nacional da Marcha para Jesus e, dois anos depois, mais precisamente no dia 11 de janeiro de 2011, o evento passou a fazer parte do calendário oficial da cidade do Rio de Janeiro.

SERVIÇO: Marcha Para Jesus – RIO 2024

Data: 25 de maio (sábado)

Horário: 14h

Concentração: Avenida Presidente Vargas

Palco: Praça da Apoteose

Artistas confirmados: Thalles Roberto, Eli Soares, Samuel Messias, DiscoPraise, Valesca Mayssa, Midian Lima, Lukas Agustinho, Bruna Karla, Ministério Gospel Night, Davi Sacer, Stella Laura, Marcus Salles e Arthur Callazans

[lullybaju]

Alô, alô, marciano

Aqui quem fala é da Terra

Pra variar, estamos em guerra

Você não imagina a loucura

O ser humano tá na maior fissura, porque

Tá cada vez mais down the high society

[justaboymadeofhoneyandglass]

YEAH HES A CRIMINAL NO HES NOT A MURDERER NO I CANT TELL YOU WHAT HE DID YES ITS HOT TO ME NO IDC

[arjun-iqbal]

"..Eiji, right?" Elijah's experience could not have been easy and he was picking up on it. The disappointment, the love, the need for some raw affection. The deity made sure he had the latter, pressing his hand gently on his shoulder as they witnessed people getting to their own seats. "I'm sorry about the kidnapping, too. If I had been around I would have intervened in your rescue." he frowned, detecting something else. "With Persy too."

He walked with Arjun to their now adjacent seats, lowering his voice but still talking. In general he was more inclined to trust deities with his troubles, figuring that they had to be doing something right to be both ancient and still around. "Lest we forget, my own child was involved with the recent hacks and jeopardized my coven." Elijah added. "I was also one of the ones the hunters kidnapped and interrupted one of the attacks." It had been enough time that Elijah thought he shouldn't be haunted by it anymore but he still was, though regularly visiting Eiji probably kept it fresh in his mind.

[flemingology]

soft alexia where she always looks for reader after a home game and runs to the stands or dedicates goals to her 🫠🥲🥺

siempre para ti ─ alexia putellas x reader

in which: alexia scores the winner in el clasico. for you.

warnings: none

wc: 1.3k

a/n: 2 posts in 2 days? who am i

Game days. Your worst favourite days. You loved going to watch your girlfriend do what she loves, really, but the nerves that came along with that weren’t as welcomed. Especially with El Clasico.

Alexia went through the motions, as she always did on game days. Had her usual breakfast, did some pre-pre-activation in your home gym and listened to the same 4 songs on repeat like she always did on matchdays. You could cite them all word for word now, but you wouldn’t dare complain and mess up her little routines.

She left you 4 hours before kick-off, a couple lingering kisses that would’ve lead to more if she didn’t have a 90-minute football game to go play, not without your promise that you’d be there and cheer for her if she scored. Alexia knew you’d be there and she knew you’d cheer the loudest of them all if she managed to get the ball in the back of the net, but who minds a little reassurance?

You made your way to the stadium well before the game started, not wanting to get caught in Barcelona’s rush hour traffic. You found your spot in the friends & family box, greeting Eli and Alba with a kiss on the cheek before settling in and glancing over at the Barça team who were already doing their warm-ups.

Alexia scanned the crowd when they were called inside, her gaze lighting up once her eyes found yours. You shot her a wave and an encouraging smile, which she reciprocated quickly – not without having to endure some teasing from Vicky.

The Spanish midfielder would never get used to seeing you in the stands. You probably hadn’t missed a home game yet in the past 4 years of dating each other, but she still felt fuzzy and warm inside when she saw the woman she loved most sitting in the stands of the football club she loved most. You were there for her, to watch her, in her shirt to cheer for her and she wanted to perform for you.

And that’s what she did. Barça took the game by the scruff of its neck, completely dominating and controlling the game from kick-off onwards. Chance after chance, shot after shot, the girls in blaugrana were all over their opponents. Aitana and Caro both had a big chance, but neither could convert. Much to your surprise and the team’s dismay, the 0-0 was still on the board when the referee blew the whistle for half-time.

They’d had the chances to be in front, but they hadn’t been clinical enough. This time, Alexia didn’t search for your eyes before she went into the tunnel, her professional demeanour never wavering a second once she was in game-mode. You hoped she wouldn’t be scolding herself too much over the promising free-kick she wasted.

The teams came back out 15 minutes later, and you finished up chatting to Alba as the game started again. More of the same, as expected, as Barça once again took control of the game. They were playing good football, passing the ball around, making runs in the channels and creating chances, but it felt like they couldn’t cross that final hurdle. Ingrid almost scored from a corner and they were claims for a penalty after a harsh tackle on Ewa, but nothing given.

It wasn’t until stoppage time that they had their best chance of the game. Some combinations at the back to play out of Madrid’s press, Patri was now rushing forward with the ball in midfield. She scanned the pitch, looking for options to lay the ball off to, sending it outside for Caro to chase. She got there first, beat her defender with a simple step over and sent a cross into the box.

It felt like slow motion, really. The final minutes ticking down on the clock, the ball sailing in the air, bodies pushing one another in the penalty area, until someone fell and they were shouts for a foul. You couldn’t make out who it was, who had fallen, but what you did make out was the whistle and the outstretched arm from the referee. Penalty.

Situations in football didn’t get much more pressure-loaded than this. A 93rd minute game-winning penalty in El Clasico. Your heart hammered against your chest, so you could only imagine how the players were feeling on the pitch. You’d been too caught up in a conversation with Eli to see Alexia had stepped up. She was stood near the ball, hands on her hips as she tried to calm her erratic breathing from having ran around the past 45 minutes.

The whistle sounded and Alexia took another couple deep breaths before beginning her run-up. A couple steps back. One to the side. Another deep breath. Short little steps to begin her run-up. A little pause. And then; the back of the net.

The stadium erupted, you cheered and jumped up and down to celebrate what would surely be the winning goal of the game. Alexia took off towards the corner flag to celebrate with the fans, her teammates soon barrelling in and tackling her down to the ground. You hugged Eli and Alba, the remnants of what had been a nerve-wracking game slowly washing away.

Alexia stood back up after a couple moments and her eyes scanned the friends and family box, looking for you. Your gazes locked and a toothy grin formed on her face, pointing her finger at the badge on her chest and then at you. She blew a kiss your way before turning back around and jogging over to her side of the pitch, leaving you with a warm feeling in your chest. No matter how many goals Alexia would dedicate to you, you’d never get tired of the fact it was your eyes she looked for after she made the ball hit the back of the net. It was you she blew a kiss, you she broke her stern captain bravado for.

It was much later when Alexia finally emerged from the changing room and into the friends and family area, surrounded by teammates and their speaker still playing loud music – clearly all very happy with the derby win. She was dressed in a pair of black trousers and a dark green shirt, clearly planning on celebrating the win. You could hear plans were made for a night out from where you were standing a little away from the group of players, as Alexia silently snuck away and walked over to you.

Your face lit up with a smile as the Barçelona captain come up to you with damp, disheveled hair, eyes tired with the exhaustion from running around for 90 minutes. “Hola, winner,” you teased, the brunette engulfing you in a tight hug. “Nice goal, hmm,” you said, lifting your shoulder a little so she would pull back. “Para ti,” Alexia whispered, her forehead resting against yours. “Siempre para ti.” Alexia accentuated her words with a soft kiss against your lips, pouring all her love for you in the short couple seconds of intimacy.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the soft moment, clutching onto the back of her shirt tightly before she’d inevitably be pulled away by her teammates to get their night out going. Alexia’s arms circled around your waist in that ever familiar way, and even though you were here in a friends and family box in a stadium an hour and a half away from where you lived, Alexia’s embrace felt like home.