#para is friends with them friendship is beautiful

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Spin The Bottle

PAIRING ⇒ College Student!Robert Downey Jr. x College Student!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT ⇒ 3.2K

SUMMARY ⇒ Robert has been your best friend for a few years, and the sexual tension between both of you has only grown stronger. When, after an innocent game of Spin The Bottle, the small, flickering fire officially bursts out into a sea of flames, you experience the most satisfying, gentle, and perfect first time together you could have wished for.

RATING ⇒ Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS ⇒ RPF, best friends to lovers, references to alcohol/drinking, use of nickname (Gorgeous, Babygirl)

SMUT ⇒ Referenced masturbation, daddy kink, teasing, begging, dirty talk, dry humping, thigh riding, hair pulling, nipple play, oral (F receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), pull-out method, cum eating, multiple orgasms, implied aftercare

A/N ⇒ This is officially the first time I'm turning a dream I had recently into a fic, but it was too good not to turn it into a story! This beautiful story is dedicated to @ccbsrmsf1. Carol, quero te agradecer por tudo que você faz por mim. Não há palavras suficientes no mundo para dizer o quanto você é especial para mim e o quanto estou orgulhosa de você! eu te amo 3000 💙

A/N 2.0 ⇒ This is not proofread; any and all mistakes are my own. My requests are open again! Please feel free to send them for each person or character I write for, and I can't wait to see what amazing ideas you'll all come up with!

EVENTS Masterlist ⇒ @flufftober Flufftober '23 ⇒ "Oh no, you're a morning person!" Masterlist ⇒ @fandom-free-bingo ⇒ "What do you want?" Masterlist ⇒ @slumberpartybingo ⇒ Never have I ever... Said I love you

Banners: Yours truly ⇒ Divider: @firefly-graphics ⇒ Photo: Source

Main Masterlist ⇒ Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist

You and Lana - your best friend and roommate - have just arrived at one of the biggest college parties of the year. Even though you were hesitant to go initially, she convinced you to trade in your book for a few drinks and a fun night. It wasn't without the promise of your crush being there, but now you're glad you have decided to go.

"Let's get some drinks, shall we?" Lana asks as she grabs your hand, not waiting for your answer. She pulls you into the kitchen, where all the bottles and cups are strewn on the counters. She puts a red cup into your hands, and you turn around to grab a bottle of rum and Coca-Cola.

As soon as you put the bottle of rum down, you feel a pair of big, strong hands on your waist, making you smile widely. Before the person says anything, you can smell their cologne, feel their breath ghosting over your neck, and feel their long, thick fingers gently squeezing your waist.

"There should be cops around there, Gorgeous, because it's illegal for you to look this beautiful tonight," the person behind you tells you in their deep voice, and the goosebumps in your neck show how much you're enjoying their voice. You turn around and look into the deep, dark brown eyes of the man you've had a crush on since you first laid eyes on him.

"Hi, Robert," you tell him before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug that he happily reciprocates. You're a little reluctant to move away from the warmth of his body, but you do it eventually, taking a small sniff of his cologne in the process. When you are standing in front of him, he can fully take in your outfit, and you're glad that Lana helped you to pick it out.

"What're you having?" he asks as a smile tugs on the corners of his lips, the butterflies in both your stomachs going crazy. It is evident to everyone around you that you have feelings for one another, but your friendship is much too important to give into those for both of you. The sexual tension is thick enough to cut with a knife, but it never goes any further than flirting and innocent touches.

"The usual, what about you?" you ask as you pick up the bottle of Coca-Cola in front of you, pour it into the cup, and hand it to Robert as you both usually drink the same. The second cup is quickly made before you follow Robert outside, and you take the time to take in his outfit.

He's decided to wear his leather jacket, which is starting to get some wear and tear from all the times he's worn it, and the few times he's lent it to you, you could smell his cologne in it, and the warmth of him enveloped you completely, making you feel like you're on cloud nine.

The moment you step outside, you feel the air hitting your face, and it calms down your body a little as it was pretty heated from when Robert laid his hands on your waist. Taking a few deep breaths, you follow Robert out, only to discover one seat left. Robert takes a seat, tapping his thigh to instruct you to sit down, the corner of his mouth curled up into a mischievous smirk.

"C'mere, Gorgeous, I saved the best seat of the party just for you," he says with a slight rumble to his voice, and the heat you felt earlier is back, but only ten times worse. You walk over to him, however, stepping between his thighs and making yourself comfortable on his lap, his arm protectively wrapped around your back, his fingers digging softly into your side.

Robert keeps whispering sweet nothings into your ear, and you giggle softly. To everyone who glances your way, it looks like any other couple enjoying time together, but nothing could be further from the truth. Just when you're about to tell him you're getting cold, Lana comes running outside to greet you.

"Babe, come on! We're playing Spin the Bottle, so you and Robert must join!" she says excitedly, bouncing back and forth on her feet as she waits for the two of you to get up and join her inside. You give Robert a look of ''why not?" and not long after, you're sitting amongst the other people who have joined, most of whom you don't know, but that's fine.

Robert is sitting on your left, his knee touching yours as you're both cross-legged on the floor, and Lana is sitting on your right side with another drink in her hand. You're still on your first as you never drink much, but it's clear most other people at the party are already starting to get tipsy or are very drunk.

You're one of the last people to be spinning the bottle, though it has landed on you a few times, and you have given out many short pecks to both boys and girls, usually followed by some awkward laughter.

Now, it's your turn to spin the bottle, and you lean forward to spin it, the bottle turning quite a few times as your heart starts beating faster as the glass slows down. Much to your surprise, it lands on someone you've daydreamed about kissing many times, his plump, pink lips often being the topic of your dreams. Robert.

One look over at Robert reveals that he's excited it landed on him, and he stands up swiftly, his hand stretched out for yours. "What do you say, Gorgeous? Shall we make it a night to never forget?"

Before you know it, you're standing before Robert, closer than ever. His chest is touching yours, and his long fingers and large hands are cupping your cheeks ever so gently as his eyes flick from your eyes to your lips and back as if he's giving you one last way out.

You don't take it as you lean forward, your hands wrapped loosely around his neck as your lips touch his for the first time. Your fingers slide into the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as your lips glide together effortlessly. As if they'd done this a thousand times before.

His tongue swipes over your bottom lip to ask for access, which you happily grant, your tongues gliding together effortlessly as you taste the rum and coke, as well as something so distinctly Robert, and it has you drunk on his taste. Not in the same way as alcohol makes you feel, but different in the best possible way. He makes you feel like you're floating, and you never want to come down.

Robert's fingers have slid into your hair, gripping it gently as his lips move in unison with yours, never wanting the kiss to end. Every second together has led up to this point, and now that you've had your slice of heaven, you never want anything else. As you pull yourself away from his lips, you look up at Robert, who's smiling broadly at you.

"God, I can't believe we didn't do that sooner," you whisper to him, and he nods in response.

"What do you say, shall we leave and continue what we started? I don't think I'll ever get enough of your lips, Gorgeous," Robert tells you, and you nod in response before turning to Lana, who shoots you an approving wink. You decide to text her later, but right now, all you want is Robert and to be wrapped up in his arms.

Robert took you to his apartment because he lives alone, meaning you won't get interrupted at night. When the door swings open, Robert lets you walk in first, and you take in his apartment. You have been there a few times before but never to spend the night, and ever since your kiss, the dynamic between both of you has shifted positively.

"Can I offer you something to drink, Gorgeous?" Robert walks into the kitchen, ready to grab a bottle of water for himself and your drink. You decide to go for a bottle of water, too, and he throws it to you before twisting his cap and taking a few long sips of the ice-cold liquid. He's trying to calm his nerves down because as many times as he may have thought about you with his hand wrapped around his dick, this was very different and very real.

You're leaning against the edge of his kitchen island as you twist the cap back onto the bottle, your eyes following Robert's every move. The anticipation in your body ensures that you're senses are heightened and your pupils are dilated as lust starts to take over. When Robert gathers every last bit of his courage, he walks over to you, caging you between the island and himself with his arms.

"Look at you, Gorgeous, such a beautiful sight," he tells you, a smile dancing on his lips as he takes in your features while leaning in for a kiss. When your lips are ghosting over one another, you press yourself against him, needing him more than you've ever needed anyone in your life.

A soft moan escapes your lips as Robert's thigh wedges its way between yours, pressing against your needy, weeping pussy as you feel the arousal flooding your panties. Out of sheer instinct, you start gliding over his thigh, and he flexes it just enough to give you the pleasure you're so desperately wanting without giving it to you just yet.

"What do you want, Gorgeous? You have to tell me what you want; otherwise, I won't know how to help you," he says teasingly, a moan tumbling from your lips again as he flexes his thigh again. Your head falls back in pleasure, and you work yourself over his thigh harder in an effort to fall over the edge and cum for him.

"R-Robert, please," you beg, but it's not enough; he wants to hear you ask for what you want, as he can't get enough of hearing your sweet voice begging for your release.

"Please, what, Gorgeous?" "Please, make me cum!" you tell him while you keep working yourself on his thigh. His lips make contact with your pulse point, and this time, he flexes just enough to have you crying out shortly after, your panties completely ruined now that you've cum for him, and this will be the first of the night.

"Good girl, Gorgeous, how about we move this to the bedroom? I can't fucking wait to see my girl completely bare for me," he growls, and you nod before letting him grab your hand and lead you to his bedroom. Once there, your clothes are slowly removed, every item of clothing sliding down your body, followed by an array of kisses, not a single inch of your skin untouched.

"Hmm, look at that, Gorgeous. You look like an angel with this white lace on your beautiful curves, but like I said, I want to see my girl bare for me," he says before ripping your bra and panties apart, not caring about it right now. He's getting impatient and desperate to taste your sweet release.

"Lay on your back for me, and spread these delicious thighs while I undress for you, Gorgeous," he gently orders, and you do as he asks. When your head hits the pillows, you spread your thighs for him so he can have a perfect view of your dripping pussy, and his mouth is watering at the sight in front of him. Before you know it, he's completely bare, too, and lying between your legs.

His tongue glides through your folds effortlessly as he licks up every drop of your sweet nectar, groaning as the taste of it hits his tongue. His eyes are trained on your face, and he revels in the way your brows are knitted together as your fingers are playing with your nipples. They've been pebbled since the moment you first set foot in his apartment, and now they only add to your pleasure as you roll and tug them gently, just the way you like.

Robert's tongue switches from stimulating your clit to dipping into your entrance before flattening and licking a few broad stripes along your folds, making your hips buck up as your orgasm creeps closer. Once he adds his fingers into the mix as well, thrusting them in and out of you at a rapid pace, you fall over the edge with a loud moan of his name, your thighs shaking uncontrollably.

"That's it, Gorgeous, cum for Daddy! Such a good girl for me," he says, and he feels himself harden even more as he calls himself Daddy. It's not something he's ever done before, but with you, it feels natural, and he said it before he could even comprehend what was happening.

"Hmmm, I love you, Daddy," you say as you come down from your high, and it's the first time you've ever told someone you love them. Though it's something you've always felt for him, it never felt quite right to say to him until now, when you're just over the peak of your pleasure.

"What did you say, Gorgeous? I could've sworn you told me that you love me," he says as he noses your neck gently, leaving soft kisses and sucking minor bruises there too.

"I did, Daddy; I love you so much," you tell him, and a deep blush covers Robert's cheeks. He's never been told someone loves him - apart from his family -though he can never get enough of hearing you say it.

"Love you too, Gorgeous, love you so fucking much, and I'm an absolute idiot for not telling you sooner," Robert says before lining up with your entrance, every thought about protection long gone. The tip of his cock is already a stretch in your tight pussy, and after a few careful, shallow thrusts, he slides in, both of you moaning loudly at the feeling.

"D-Daddy! Feels so b-big," you whine softly as tears appear in the corners of your eyes from the stretch. He stills for a while to let you adjust to him, wanting nothing more than to make it pleasurable. He doesn't want to hurt you, after all.

"Ssh, it's okay, Gorgeous. Take your time. I'm here with you; nothing can happen to you as long as I take care of you,'' Robert whispers before sliding in further, keeping his gaze trained on your face until he bottoms out, another loud moan escaping from you both.

The look on Robert's face is filled with nothing short of love, and with a few small kisses on your lips and cheeks, he starts sliding out before sliding back in again, all while holding you as close as he can. Having sex with someone has never felt this intimate, and you wrap your arms around his chest and your legs around his waist to feel him even closer.

"Feels so good, Daddy, you stretch me so good," you whisper in his ear while Robert keeps a slow, gentle pace, taking his time with you. He has you completely, and he never plans on letting you go. You seek out his soft lips, his taste invading your mouth instantly as you feel like you float. As long as you're in Robert's arms, nothing can happen to you, and he will protect you.

"Don't know how I got so lucky to have you, Gorgeous; I must've been a saint in a past life to deserve someone as amazing as you," he whispers, a blush now creeping over your cheeks at his sweet words.

Robert managed to keep the pace for a long time, sometimes switching to speeding up before letting it slow down again until both your orgasms were on the brink of exploding. A thin layer of sweat adorns your bodies, and love-filled glances are exchanged between endless love confessions.

"Cum for me, Gorgeous, then I'll give you all my cum too," Robert pants as his pace picks back up, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot repeatedly until you cum with a scream of his name, your back arching into him and your legs trembling from pleasure. Your brows are once again knitted together, and Robert will never get enough of the perfect 'o' your lips make as you cum.

"Oh, fuck! Going to cum for you, Gorgeous, balls are so heavy for you, I'm fucking desperate to cum for you, Babygirl, want to fuck a baby into you so badly!" he groans, and just before he cums inside you, he pulls out, his fist wrapping around his cock before jerking himself off, his warm seed landing on your pussy and the sheets.

"Hmm, look at that, Gorgeous, we made a beautiful mess together," he says before moving down and licking it from your pussy, overstimulation threatening to take over your body before he stops just in time. You're lying there completely boneless but deeply in love with the man you've been crushing on for a few years.

After a few cuddles, Robert ran you both a relaxing bath, massaging your sore muscles in the warm water between gentle kisses and soft praises; your mouth now constantly turned into a content smile.

"I love you, Gorgeous, and thank you for allowing me to make this evening so special," he whispers in your ear. And with those words, you fall asleep in the bath, not even noticing when Robert transfers you to the bed. That night, you sleep happily in his arms, a dreamless sleep taking you through the night.

The following day, you wake up in a large bed but alone. Once you open your eyes, you see that you're dressed in one of Robert's old football jerseys, practically a dress on you. When you get up, you walk to the lifesize mirror, taking in your appearance.

Your hair is brushed and hanging beautifully around your shoulders, but your neck is littered with minor purple bruises. When you turn around, you see a large number 7 on your back, under the word "Downey," which you could get used to. Wearing his name proudly, you strut into the kitchen, though you're still waking up as you see Robert making breakfast for the both of you and dancing to the music he put on.

"Good morning, Gorgeous!" he says enthusiastically. Still, all you do is groan, "Oh no, you're a morning person!" allowing yourself to sink into the oversized chair standing by the kitchen island.

"Yes, I am Gorgeous, and I have to say, you look magnificent with my jersey on. Though I prefer you with nothing on this amazing body of yours," he says as he gently squeezes your side, making you giggle.

"I love you, Robert, and thank you for everything last night," you tell him as you lean in for a kiss. Last night was the first of many and the most fantastic start to the rest of your lives together. Though it took you longer to get together than you had hoped, you still wouldn't trade it for the world. Telling people you got together after a game of Spin The Bottle is a unique story.

"I love you too, Gorgeous, now eat up because I have a lot more planned for today!" he tells you, followed by a kiss, and you can't wait to see what else he has in store for you today. Though as long as you're in his hands, you know it will be perfect for every second.

[gleefuldarrencrissfan]

Alright, I’ve seen several articles and posts lately asking what it is about straight woman shipping gay male couples, and I have to say I’m guilty. I’m going to try to explain.

It’s not a gay porn thing or even about sex at all. It’s many things, but I think it boils down to the relationships and how they are with each other. I realized there are straight ships (like Monica and Chandler and Leslie and Ben are the two that pop into my head) that I have too, and I love them for the same reason. Support & friendship.

These couples are not just a couple. They support each other completely. They are each other’s best friend. They make each other better. It’s a true partnership. They truly look out for each other and have their back.

I think most of the stories I seek out show this. I believe that many past movies and films like to depict guys as masculine and tough, and although a woman appreciates this quality in a man, I think what she really craves is a man who can share his feelings and show vulnerability occasionally. Not all the time. But as a woman, I know safety is so much more than just feeling like my significant other can protect me if there’s a break-in. I want to feel safe if I have a break down. I want to feel safe to express or share when I’m not feeling strong, but I want him to do the same. I want my partner to talk to me, hold me, hug me, and that be enough. I don’t want to be propositioned for sex afterward. Lol.

I think what I love about these characters is that they talk about the hard stuff and they’ve made it clear that they are going to love each other through all of it. They are going to support their other half with the things that maybe others have found unloveable or maybe even things they are insecure about regarding themselves.

To me, these relationships are beautiful. They are not perfect. The characters are flawed, and I like them that way. Blaine has depression as does Charlie. TK is a former addict. Kurt has major anxiety. Nick and Carlos both have insecurities about their identities and struggle with self acceptance. But they share these struggles. They allow one another to fall apart and support them when they need it most, like Carlos calling TK’s sponsor when he realized he wasn’t the person TK needed. Kurt pushed Blaine to talk about when he was insecure about his weight gain. And Charlie never pushed Nick to come out. I think that’s what I find beautiful. Nick does the same for Charlie in season 2, but I’m not posting spoilers. Lol

My favorite fics about these couples are not the ones that are pure smut. They go deeper. Ok, that sounds dirty. Lol. My favorite stories let them talk, hold one another’s hand, and just be there when the other needs it. Don’t get me wrong. I won’t pretend I skip over all the smut. Lol. I used to when I first started reading it. But I think what I started to realize was it’s true when they say that what women really crave is not sex but intimacy. There’s a difference.

I like reading about those couples that share that connection. That can have a conversation without saying a word (but they don’t rely on that.) Those conversations have happened and these characters will continue to talk through insecurities and feelings in their relationship. Because that’s what they have is a real relationship; a true connection; real intimacy.

You may say it’s a fetish. But maybe it’s deeper than that. Maybe we’re craving this. I love the touches, the looks, the hugs, the reassurance. It’s not about the kisses or sex. It’s the connection.

[gifseafins]

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Análise Parte 1 / Analysis Part 1

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Essa pérola ☝ foi postada no grupo do Discord e eu PRECISO falar sobre o que eu percebi / alucinei sobre esse vídeo.

This pearl ☝ was posted on the Discord group and I MUST talk about what I realized / hallucinated about this video.

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👇 Sorriso nervoso detectado, respire Ram, respire...

👇 Nervous smile detected, breathe Ram, breathe...

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👇 Primeiro contato visual realizado com sucesso !

👇 First successful eye contact !

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👇 Quem é esse cara levantando o Tarak nos braços ? Será que ele ainda consegue fazer isso ?

👇 Who is this guy lifting Tarak in his arms ? Can he still do that ?

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👇 Olhar intenso, e aquela olhada de canto de olho clássica do Ram, que eu já vi ele usar em várias entrevistas !

👇 Intense look, and that classic Ram look from the corner of the eye, which I've seen him use in several interviews !

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👇 A câmera focada no cara de branco fazendo alongamentos, e eu tentando ver a linda amizade desses dois nascendo, bem ali, em 2° plano do vídeo.

👇 The camera focused on the guy in white stretching, and I'm trying to see the beautiful friendship between these two being born, right there, in the background of the video.

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👇 "Uma alma gêmea é como um melhor amigo, mas mais que isso. É a pessoa que te conhece melhor que qualquer outra. Que faz de você alguém melhor. Na verdade, é você mesma que se torna uma pessoa melhor, porque ela é uma inspiração. A alma gêmea é alguém que você carrega consigo sempre. É a unica pessoa que conhecia e aceitou você e que acreditou em você antes dos outros ou quando os outros não acreditavam. E aconteça o que acontecer, você sempre vai amá-la. Nada pode mudar isso." (Dawson Leery)

👇 "A soulmate is like a best friend, but more than that. It's the person who knows you better than anyone else. That makes you a better person. In fact, it's you who makes yourself a better person, because she's a better person. inspiration. A soulmate is someone you carry with you always. They are the only person who knew and accepted you and who believed in you before others or when others did not. And no matter what happens, you will always love them. Nothing can change that." (Dawson Leery)

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👇 Essa imagem me mata, o olhar sério do Tarak direcionado para o canto da arquibancada onde seu pai estava sentado, e eu não consigo deixar de pensar "Será que ele foi repreendido por essa nova amizade ?"

👇 This image kills me, Tarak's serious gaze directed to the corner of the bleachers where his father was sitting, and I can't help but think "I wonder if he was scolded for this new friendship ?"

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👇 Nem tenho o que dizer sobre essas fotos. A postura tranquila do Ram na 3° imagem já diz tudo o que precisa ser dito.

👇 I don't even have anything to say about these photos. Ram's calm posture in the 3rd image says everything that needs to be said.

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👇 Um pouco do jogo, eu acho, não entendo nada de críquete, tudo o que eu sei, é que eu sou péssima para fazer captura de imagens com cenas em movimento.

👇 A bit of the game I guess, I don't know anything about cricket, all I know is that I'm terrible at capturing footage with moving scenes.

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[churchofthesluttyknee]

A Series of Firsts: Chapter 3 - Primer Amanecer (First Sunrise)

Author(s): A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee

Pairing(s): Pedro x Oscar

Rating: E18+ MDNI

Word Count: 6,346

Series Warnings: explicit sexual content, including, but not limited to BDSM, choking, anal, oral, masturbation (self/mutual), toys, public sex

Chapter Summary: After spending their first night together, Pedro and Oscar begin to explore their new relationship and their new dynamic.

[Oscar narrates] “Los rayos de sol entran por la ventana calentando la piel e invitando a abrir los ojos. Se siente como un llamado para sentir algo nuevo e inesperado. Hay una sensación de ya haber experimentado este sentimiento, sin embargo, se siente como una deliciosa primera vez.” (The rays of the sun come through the window, warming the skin and inviting you to open your eyes. It feels like a call to feel something new and unexpected. There is a sense of having already experienced this feeling, yet it feels like a delicious first time.)

In Pedro’s bedroom, morning sunlight is streaming in from the floor to ceiling glass walls. Soft music plays through speakers set deep in the ceiling, scattered throughout the house. As Oscar awakens, he slowly becomes aware that he’s waking up in a strange bed. Memories of the previous night flood his mind and he reaches across the bed for his Pedrito, wanting to pull him close to his chest just the way they had fallen asleep together.

No Pedro. Hmm.

Oscar sits up and looks around the room, noticing their clothing tossed hastily onto the floor. A quick scan of the room makes it painfully obvious that he is alone, and the adjoining bathroom door is open. A jolt of panic arises in his chest as he wonders if his friend is having regrets about the previous night and fled. Oscar starts mentally rehearsing how he will try to reassure Pedro that nothing has changed, this doesn’t have to ruin their friendship. Biting his lip, Oscar starts getting out of bed when he hears the bedroom door open.

“¡Buenos días, mi sol!” (Good morning, my sun!) Pedro says as he bursts into the room with a huge grin on his face, which Oscar quickly matches. Pedro has on grey sweatpants and nothing else, hair fluffy and messy, beautiful brown eyes twinkling as his grin turns mischievous. He dives into bed next to Oscar, finding his favorite spot with his head on Oscar’s chest. Pedro looks up at him with a carefree smile that makes Oscar’s heart sing. Oscar wraps his arms around Pedro as a wave of relief washes over him, and he kisses Pedro deeply.

“Well good morning to you too, sunshine. Since when do you wake up early?” Oscar’s asks with amusement.

“Cariño, I hate to tell you this… but it’s almost noon.”

“What? Well, I guess we did stay up half the night.”

“Up… yeah… “ Pedro replies cheekily, his hand making its way down Oscar’s chest to brush against his pubic hair, making his meaning abundantly clear. Oscar chuckles in response.

“What, I didn’t tire you out last night?” Oscar smirks.

“Not even close…” Pedro says with a mischievous grin.

They kiss deeply, hands starting to explore each others’ bodies, when-DING! A loud chime goes off in the other room, startling them both. Pedro laughs.

“Toast! I made eggs and coffee already, and that’s the toast. Come on.” Pedro jumps up and watches Oscar getting out of his bed, gloriously naked. Catching himself staring, Pedro offers, “I have some extra sweatpants on the dresser. Come find me when you’re ready.”

Pedro is pouring a second cup of steaming hot coffee in the kitchen when Oscar enters. Coming up behind him, he wraps his arms around Pedro’s bare chest, pulling him close.

“There you are. You’ve been busy.” Pedro turns around and puts his hands on Oscar’s hips, pulling him in for a brief kiss.

“Mmm…, but coffee first,” Pedro says with a smirk. They both grab their coffees and sit at the kitchen bar, where Pedro has put down two plates with eggs and toast. He starts eating, stealing glances at Oscar to see if he likes the breakfast he made.

“This is good, thank you. Hang on, is that Grogu?” Oscar asks as he’s eying the toast, which has the outline of Grogu burned into the bread. Pedro smiles to himself, pleased.

“Yeah, I got this toaster thingy as a promotional gift for The Mandalorian. Is it too cheesy?” he asks, a light blush creeping up his neck and cheeks.

“No, it’s so you and I love it,” Oscar answers, gently brushing Pedros cheek.

They finish eating in comfortable silence.

“So… what now?” Pedro turns to Oscar expectantly as he collects their plates and puts them in the sink.

“Well… at some point I’ll have to go get ready for that fundraiser tonight at the Getty.”

Pedro sighs disappointedly, “Ah, I forgot you have to go to that. But we have a little time, right?”

Oscar smiles and walks over to rest his hands on Pedro’s hips. “I know that look. What did you have in mind, Pedrito?”

“I mean… you’ll have to shower before tonight, right? Want some… help?” he offers shyly, running his fingers along the waistband of the sweatpants Oscar borrowed and looks so tempting in. Oscar grins at this blatant suggestion.

“Always wanting more, hm? Alright, well first, let’s get clean,” Oscar says as Pedro takes his hand, leading him to the master bathroom.

As Pedro leads Oscar down the hall Oscar playfully pinches Pedro’s ass, causing him to jump and break out in nervous laughter.

“This is nice,” Oscar says, kissing the tip of Pedro’s nose as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of Pedro’s sweatpants. He tugs at them gently before slowly sliding them down his hips. Pedro mimics Oscar’s movements, right down to the butterfly kiss on Oscar’s nose.

Pedro steps into a large glass shower. Turning on the tap he places his hand under the steady stream to gauge the temperature.

“How hot do you like it?” he asks, looking over his shoulder.

To his surprise Oscar has quietly come up behind him, stepping into the shower. Putting his hands on Pedro’s shoulders he hums softly into his ear. “I like it very hot. How about you?”

A shudder of delight runs through Pedro as Oscars hand glides down his back, then gently squeezes his ass.

“I…” Pedro breathes heavily as steam quickly fills the shower, “me too. I like it hot, too.”

“Can you stand it to be a little hotter, mi Pedrito?” Oscar asks, his voice laced with desire.

“Uh, me or the water?” Pedro asks, another shiver running through him.

“Yes,” Oscar answers as he peppers sweet kisses across the expanse of Pedro’s broad shoulders. Pedro bites his lip and moans softly as Oscar closes the shower door, his lips still exploring Pedro’s back.

“Turn around,” Oscar says as he leans in to kiss Pedro’s neck, his growing erection poking into Pedro’s hip. Pedro obeys, turning to face the wall opposite the shower. “Let’s wash this beautiful head of hair, mi tigre,” he says, moving to stand behind Pedro while water runs through Pedro’s hair. Pedro tilts his head back as Oscar massages it with shampoo.

“Mmm, that feels so good papi. You’ve got magic fingers,” Pedro purrs, reaching behind himself to grab Oscar’s hips, pulling him closer, so Oscar’s erection presses against his ass. Oscar begins to slowly rock back and forth as the shampoo rolls down Pedro’s back. Oscar massages Pedro’s scalp for several minutes, delighting in the purrs escaping his lovers lips.

“Your turn,” Pedro says, moving behind Oscar and pushing him under the stream.

After washing Oscar’s hair Pedro collects one of the shower poofs hanging from a hook, and turns his attention to Oscar’s back, sucking and licking the clean water away ever so often as it washes away the suds. Oscar moans at the feel of Pedro’s lips and tongue against his skin. He begins to stroke his cock while Pedro continues to work on his back.

“Hmm, that looks fun,” Pedro says as he steps around to face Oscar after several more moments of kissing and licking his neck, shoulders and back. “Mind if I try?” he asks playfully.

“How about you take over here, and I’ll start here…” Oscar says as he releases his hold on his own cock and starts stroking Pedro’s. “Slower Pedrito, we’ve still got several hours to enjoy each other before I have to leave. And when it’s over, I’ll come back. We can spend the night snuggling and put on a movie we’ll both ignore.”

“That sounds like an amazing way to end an amazing day. What time do you think you’ll be back?” Pedro grins as Oscar starts to moan under his languid touch.

Oscar kisses Pedro deeply, burying his free fingers in Pedro’s wet hair. “I’ll try to duck out early, but I’m hoping by 10?”

“That’s a long time for me to be without you, mi luna,” Pedro pouts playfully.

Pedro removes his hand from Oscar’s cock long enough to apply copious amounts of shower gel onto his poof, working up a rich, fragrant lather. One hand returns its attention back to Oscar’s twitching cock while the other washes Oscar’s chest. Oscar does the same, and they continue to get clean.

As they continue to stoke each other Pedro opens his hand, gently pulling Oscars cock forward so that Oscar’s knuckles graze his own sensitive skin. Oscar groans loudly at the duality of the sensation. Opening his own hand he pulls Pedro’s cock towards his own, so that the only thing between them are soap suds. Oscar bites Pedro’s shoulder with surprising intensity, causing Pedro to shudder with delight and wince slightly at the pleasant pain.

Oscar cups Pedro’s face in his soapy hands. Leaning in slowly, his lips press urgently against Pedro’s. “Tuyo” begins to play as the kiss deepens and hands begin a new, greedy exploration. Oscar breaks the kiss, his lips trailing kisses over Pedro’s face, down his neck.

“Quiero ser el fuego que arde tu piel,” (I want to be the fire that burns your skin) he whispers against Pedro’s neck as he continues to touch every inch of his lover his fingers can find.

Pedro moans, “Y quiero ser el agua que mata tu sed” (And I want to be the water that quenches your thirst), Pedro responds softly.

“Let me wash your back before I get too distracted by you, and that gorgeous cock of yours,” Oscar says as he turns Pedro back around so he’s facing the far wall again. “I want you to stroke your cock for me, to make those delicious sounds as you get closer to cumming, but I don’t want you to cum just yet. Put your feet closer together for me, mi amor. Yeah, that’s it,” Oscar says as he slides his cock between Pedro’s cheeks, pumping slowly as he washes Pedro’s back. Pedro moans at the combined sensations and starts stroking himself faster. “No, mi tigre, slow down,” he instructs as he finishes washing Pedro’s back.

”That feels so fucking good,” Pedro says between moans.

“Fuck… eso es... tan... agradable.” (that’s... so... nice) Oscar moans heavily, bucking his hips forward again and again. His arm comes up around Pedros neck as he pushes Pedro against the shower wall with more force than he intended. Caught up in the moment Oscar doesn’t realize Pedro’s neck is twisted a bit too far at an awkward angle. Everything else that was happening felt too good to stop. Pedro whimpers softly, causing Oscar to moan in response and thrust against him more vigorously.

The slick, soapy sensations and Oscar's increasingly intense moaning, are too much. Though Pedro feels sure that his neck will probably be sore for days from being forced into this angle, but he’s committed to seeing it through until the end. Pedro strokes himself to a quick release, his cum shooting in hot spurts against the glass. Oscar rests his head on Pedro’s shoulder, biting him hard. He continues thrusting his hips forcefully against Pedro, over and over again, until he finally cums. He groans loudly into Pedro’s ear, his cum spilling down Pedro’s legs.

Once Oscar releases his grip on Pedro's neck, Pedro slowly pushes himself upright, rinsing himself off and stretching his neck from side to side.

“Fuck, that was—“ Oscar pants heavily, stopping short when he realizes Pedro is looking uncomfortable and not meeting his eyes. “Pedro, mi tigre, are you ok?” he asks, his voice heavy with concern, touching his shoulder. He can feel the soft indentation his teeth left on Pedro’s skin under his fingers.

Pedro doesn’t answer right away, but when he finally speaks, his voice is small and timid. “Yeah... I think so?”

Without another word, or even a backwards glance, Pedro opens the shower door, steps onto the marble floor, and walks away, leaving a trail of water behind him.

Oscar turns the water off and gets out of the shower. Standing in a growing puddle of water, he stares at the empty doorway, wondering what went wrong. Grabbing a towel, he quickly dries himself off, wraps it around his waist, and goes to look for Pedro, a dry towel in hand. It doesn’t take long to find him. Pedro is sitting on the edge of his bed, left hand massaging the back of his neck. He is still naked, water droplets glistening on his skin.

“Pedro, talk to me, baby. Where did you go?" Oscar drapes the dry towel over Pedro’s wet frame and sits down right next to him, searching his face for clues. Pedro sighs and turns toward him, pulling the towel tightly around him.

“I didn't want to say anything in the moment because it felt so good, but I think my neck may have gotten a little bent out of shape pushed against the glass like that," Pedro admits sheepishly.

“Ahh mi tigre, why didn't you speak up? You know I would never want to hurt you." Oscar's voice is soft with affection.

“I know, I know. I just didn't want to spoil the moment. I really didn't want you to stop! It felt so fucking good... I don't know,” he sighs in exasperation.

Oscar pauses and looks at him for a moment. "My Pedrito..." he sighs, "I want to do some truly depraved and brutal things with you, and I think you want that too... yes?" His voice turns darker, lower, coaxing.

“Mmm, absolutely!" Pedro agrees enthusiastically. "I do want that. I shouldn't have said anything, I'm sorry." Pedro shakes his head, looking down again.

“No, no, that's my point!" Oscar says passionately, "I NEED you to speak up if something isn't working, or I'm hurting you in a way that you don't like. I can't go as hard as I want to with you if I'm not SURE that you will let me know when you need a break. Do you understand?"

“I think so. You mean like a safe word? I feel like I should just be able to 'use my words' like a grown-up and tell you if I need something. This is all just... very new to me," Pedro admits shyly.

“Hmm. Sometimes when you're so lost... in THIS..." Oscar reaches over and places a hand gently around Pedro's throat, not squeezing, but commanding every ounce of Pedro's attention. They stare at each other, delicious tension uncoiling between them. Pedro's breathing deepens and he finds himself lost in Oscar's unerring gaze. Oscar finally blinks and pulls back, moving his hand from Pedro's throat to the back of his neck. He starts massaging gently, and Pedro leans into his touch like a satisfied cat.

“Sometimes you need a safe word to reach for. Maybe even a few of them - one that means 'Yes, I love it, keep going,' one that means 'Take a break and check in,' and one that means 'Stop everything and let's snuggle.'"

“Yeah... I think I could do that," Pedro agrees. His voice is soft, but not timid. "That feels good."

“Corazón, I want to help work this kink out of your neck, why don't you lay down for me, right here." Pedro obeys, lying chest down on the bed with his head cradled on his arms. Oscar drapes the towel over Pedro’s wet torso and continues his gentle neck massage, running the fingers of his free hand through Pedro’s hair. “¿Te gusta, mi vida?” (Do you like it, my life?)

“Sigue, no pares,” he purrs softly. (go on, don't stop)

“Why don't you think about what you want them to be, and we can talk more tonight after the event. Okay?"

Pedro whispers, “Can you get away tonight and come back here? Please?"

"Yes, my love. This is important to me. I want to do this right." Oscar folds the towel down, leans in and plants soft kisses along Pedro's spine, making him shiver with delight.

"Thank you, Daddy."

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

[weirdo09]

wheelclair<3 modern au cuz why not?

when lucas first met mike, he didn’t know many english words to describe him so he used the ones he was native to. ‘el es hermoso’(he’s beautiful) as they became friends, he started to realize his feelings for him but, kept them out of the way.

when their friendship progressed with age, lucas finally figured out the perfect way to tell him, through his native language, español.

he asked mike to hang out alone, he said yes now, he’s in his room looking for the right clothes to wear. his papa comes by his door to find him looking through clothes. “¿tienes alguien especial para quien te estás vistiendo?”(got a special someone you’re dressing up for?) “sí, papa pero, no se que ponerme.”(yes, dad but i don’t know what to wear) “espera aqui, te traeré algo.” his dad said as he left his place at the doorframe.

as mr. sinclair came back, in his arms, a vintage looking outfit. “papá, ¿dónde conseguiste eso?”(dad, where did you get that) “me puse esto en mi primera cita con tu madre.”(I wore this on my first date with your mom) his father said with a hint of happiness in his tone “no tienes que ponértelo, solo date prisa que llega tu cita”(you don’t have to wear it, just hurry up before your date gets here)”está bien, papà.(ok, dad)

lucas ponders on wearing the outfit a little longer but then decides to put it on. it was a red shirt with blue gap jeans and a blazer to go with it. “estoy listo” he said quietly. as he was leaving, he heard a knock on the door and started to sprint to the door “i’ll get it!” he shouted to his family. once he opened the door, there stands michael, all dolled up to the nines, a little makeup’s on his face and his outfit is cute. lucas looks him up and down and says softly “eres lo mas hermoso que he visto.”

mike gently smiles at him and says “are you ready to go?” “yea” lucas says “adiós!” he yells at his familia. he takes mike’s hand in his and they’re off to their date. after that, they approach mike’s porch and exchange goodbyes. “bye, luc.” mike says “bye, hermoso.” lucas says and gives him a little peck on the cheek. “see you later.” he says as he leaves the porch. while mike’s still reeling from the peck, he slowly goes in his house.

@adoremaxmayfield

[amescastaignede]

SELF PARA - SOMETIMES, IT’S NICE TO NOT BE QUIET.

Summary: Amélie has hidden in the library to read and hide from Felicity for the day when a librarian named Kipper finds her and makes it his sole mission to find out more about her. A sweet tale of friendship. 

The first time Kipper ever saw Amélie was in the darkest part of the library, where hardly anyone ventured. She was curled up, book in hand and a look of such deep sorrow he’d wondered what novel was taring her heart apart. 

He adored books, had found his own comfort in the written word when his entire world felt like it was falling apart. However, there was something about the woman that caused him to pause mid-shift, books stacked in his arms and he watched. Just for a moment, and wondered. There was something about readers that always had him asking the question --- why.

Why did they read? To escape, to learn....to feel? Kipper knew he had to find out. Placing the books down carefully, he wandered over, a look of intrigue, while hands were delved deep into pockets of his suit pants.

‘‘I’ve never seen someone read so intensely.’‘

She jumped, eyes wide, looking up at the stranger that had found her. Heart thumping, she shrunk into her oversized brown leather chair. Did she want to talk to anyone? Always finding the quietest place so she could read undisturbed. Mostly because Felicity knew where she lived. 

And being found was not on today’s agenda.

‘‘Oh. Me? You’re talking to me?’’ She looked flustered, startled that someone had approached her, and instantly he was taking a step back with hands lifted. His own version of telling her she was safe. That there was nothing to fear.  ‘’D-Do you watch everyone?’‘

‘‘No..’‘ Kipper chuckled, bemused at such a question. 

Then silence followed, like she’d completely tuned him out instantly. Kipper didn’t even realise he rolled his jaw to stop the smile spreading across his lips, turning and falling into the chair beside her. It took no time for her to jump, slamming the book closed between her hands. 

Kipper may have been a quiet soul himself, but he had no issues in attempting to make friends with the girl that obviously wanted him to leave her alone. He saw it as a challenge, as always.

‘‘I read that particular book a few times myself.’‘ Kipper continued. 

Amélie’s brows furrowed for a moment, peering down at the book that was practically falling apart at the seams. It’d been read, more than a few times and for a moment she wondered about the strange boy who’d found need to talk to a girl who so obviously wanted to be left alone. 

The book was littered with little annotations, underlining's and scribblings, even the odd doodle of flowers. She’d often found herself reading over the markings, wondering who’d found such passion for words, waiting for the next. One, however, had stuck out. 

‘‘Page 134.’‘ The words had read ‘Sometimes to be human means to feel the most uncomfortable of feelings and still love that we have the capacity to feel them.’ --- written in such beautiful cursive she’d found her fingers running over the small indents wondering who had thought those intense words and found the need to leave them for the next reader. 

‘‘Yeah---’’ He reached up to scratch the back of his head, a light laugh falling from his lips. ‘’That was me.’‘ There was also pride in his words,  to which he turned in his seat with a shit eating grin. Oh, so he was cocky, she thought. 

‘‘Don’t you think annotating books is like defacing art?’‘ Amélie asked meekly, she held the book up in her hand, towards him. Worry etched into that sweet face.

He retorted almost instantly. ‘‘I mean---’’ He leant forward, forearms rested upon his knees ‘’--- Don’t you think not letting the world see the inner workings of the brain is to spit in humanity’s face?’‘ 

And she fell silent, running her hands over the book before she opened it and began to once again read. Maybe he’d leave her alone, allow her the peace she was so badly craving. However, that seemed like a tall dream when he once again began to speak.

‘‘What you listening to?’‘ Kipper asked, chin in hand. She’d never felt more uncomfortable

‘‘I-- look...I come here to read and be alone..’‘

‘‘And I came here to talk to you.’’ He challenged.

‘‘Y-You what?’‘ Amélie stuttered.

‘‘I don’t mean I literally came here to talk to you. Jeez, I’m not a creep.’‘

‘‘...’‘ Would he not go away?!

‘‘Well?’‘ He pushed.

‘‘Radiohead --- Talk Show Host.’‘ She barely managed to get above a whisper, shrinking in his company at this prodding energy she wasn’t used to. Why was he talking to her? She knew she repelled people; so who was he? Why was he here?

And why would he not freaking leave.

‘‘And here I was expecting you to be listening to Taylor Swift.’‘

She snorted instantly, an unattractive trait, she was aware. 

‘‘I...I definitely think you’ve got what kind of girl I am mixed up with someone else.’‘ 

Little did she know, he’d become one of her all time favourite people. 

[bnavmo]

ray of color

i'm just an actor playing a character in this series called life

i'm an observer, creating a reality in this illusion called living

i understand that just because you can't explain it doesn't mean it isn't real

the same way that just because you can see it and touch it doesn't mean it really exists

ignorando los pensamientos que gravitan este eje ilusorio

abrazo la almohada y simulo el calor de otro espíritu junto al mío

intento enfocar mi energía solo en lo positivo

pero es difícil sentir como si lo que más anhelo para mí está prohibido

and at times, i find myself wondering

will i ever get the answers to the questions that wander through me?

and will this path ever take me somewhere i can just smile and be free?

i've programmed myself to think of the low points as high peaks

but i don't even know if that actually helps or if it's just lies i'm telling me

trying to grasp the concept of freedom

and at the same time, trying to be okay with feeling lonely

the music and the poetry are my family

the silence of the night is my lover

and the sun and the moon are my only real friends

and sure, sometimes i wish they were real people

but at least i have them, and for that i'm extremely grateful

esta historia es una sinfonía inconclusa

y yo soy super vulnerable, pero a la vez indestructible

eso me digo a mí mismo cuando veo el reflejo de mis lágrimas en el espejo

maybe it isn't my fate to experience certain things

such as genuine friendship, companionship and love

and maybe my purpose is different than that of most people i know

all i know is, this is a riddle i haven't been able to solve

and maybe it can't or shouldn't be solved

and though i've changed and evolved over time, i guess some things are just the way they are

i must pay attention to the signs and respect the natural laws of the universe

and i swear i don't wanna surrender, but i'm tired of trying and trying and seeing no results

my efforts are so big that they become no effort at all

and something tells me that perhaps i should just stop

take a deep breath, detach from the situation and just let go

accept the course of my circumstance and rely exclusively on myself

learn to love deeply, never-endlessly, and unconditionally myself

as the night unravels

i just wanna cry, i just wanna scream

i feel so happy, i'm on cloud nine

but i'm also hurting because of things no one knows, no one cares about

and that's okay, because nobody else can save me anyway

that's okay, because we all got problems and not everything's about me anyway

that's okay, because just like me, many others suffer alone when nobody's around

and i can't remember when it was the last time someone counted me in

someone said they love me or that they're proud of me

but that's okay, because despite this excruciating pain, i still and forever have me

and i just hope that's enough

una lloradita más, un respiro largo y lento, me pongo la máscara y a seguir el juego

otra curita más al corazón y aquí vamos de nuevo

fuertes y sonrientes como siempre

agradeciendo por lo que está bien y aún más por lo que no

nunca renegando ni victimizándome

porque todo tiene un propósito, todo siempre pasa por una razón

a mí mismo y a todos los que he dañado les pido perdón

here i am

stretching the limits of my mind

fighting the voices in my head

my younger self wouldn't have ever thought we'd make it this far

and today i can say i'm proud of us

for seeing the light despite the darkness

for understanding that thanks to all the pain we've felt, together we've become a beautiful ray of color

no somos perfectos, somos solo humanos

[sophys-mind]

Cloudy at touch ⭐️

-210121 2:36 am-. 

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.

.

I don't even know where to start. 

Although I'm not surprised either, I never seem to know after all.

I don't even know when I met you for the first time... I don't know if it was that day you picked up 🌙 near unicentro, or if it was some day at her house... I only know that you are interesting. Your existence catches my attention. In a way I know I've felt this way before, with other people, with other existences. But, the truth is that my senses tell me that I am wrong and that it may not be so, that maybe your existence can be combined with mine in a different way than how I have dreamed it before, a better one perhaps... But, no. I can't just say that I am wrong. But, no. I can't just say that, as I'm afraid and I don't want, nor do I believe you want, that to happen. Hah. That's not going to happen...

It's funny how I can't even use "maybe "s in this case, because if maybe you didn't know 🌙 I wouldn't have even seen you for the first time in my life. If maybe she hadn't liked you, you would have just been an acquaintance at the time. If maybe you hadn't had this beautiful bond you have, you wouldn't be you now and she wouldn't be her. And... that, that wouldn't be right... I like the way you are now. I like the way you are with each other. I like that I know you for her, and know that she's happy about that. I like that I'm considered a good friend... However, in this case, I'm constantly struggling to be one, and I'm afraid I'm losing the battle... but it just makes me feel so good and loved, you make me feel wanted and that's just with simple words, with simple games and simple actions. All involuntary. All unintentional. All honest. All so unnecessarily so you. 

And even so, "this" (if I can even call it like that) must end, and as soon as possible so it doesn't take down our friendship as well. And, the thing is that I see how she looks at you, so absorbed in your existence and so amazed by your light, but I'm afraid that I also will come to look at you in the same way, or even worse: that I already do…

Briefly putting it,  

Debo apagar esta llama 

(I must extinguish this flame)

Antes de que se vuelva incendio 

(Before it becomes a fire) 

O incluso peor, el mismo infierno,

(Or even worse, the very hell itself,)

Para así poder mirar

(So that I may look)

De cerca y más cerca

(From close and closer)

La luz y calidez de tu alma junto a la nuestra,

(The light and warmth of your soul next to ours,)

Evitando así el duro destierro

(Thus avoiding the harsh exile)

Que me creará el deseo de probar tus besos.

(That will bring the desire to taste your kisses.)

I tried to capture for the first time in a poem what I feel since you like them... I feel that in some way it's the only thing I can do to feel connected to you, even if I know you will never read this.

[palavraseminglesbr]

120 Frases em Inglês para o Dia das Mães com Tradução

Confira nossa lista de frases em inglês para o dia das mães traduzidas em português para aumentar nosso vocabulário em inglês, veja esses textos com tradução para nosso idioma, e deseja um abençoado dia de quem nunca nos abandona de maneira divertida.

Frases em inglês para iniciantes com tradução

120 Frases em inglês traduzida em português para desejar um feliz dia das mães com tradução

“A mother is your first friend, your best friend, your forever friend.” — Unknown

“When you are looking at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.” —Charley Benetto

“Mother is the heartbeat in the home; and without her, there seems to be no heart throb.” —Leroy Brownlow

“Mothers are like glue. Even when you can’t see them, they’re still holding the family together.” —Susan Gale

“My Mother: She is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her. ” —Jodi Picoult

“Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.” —William Makepeace Thackeray

“The influence of a mother in the lives of her children is beyond calculation.” —James E. Faust

“It may be possible to gild pure gold, but who can make his mother more beautiful?” —Mahatma Gandhi

“There is no role in life that is more essential than that of motherhood.” —Elder M. Russell Ballard

“Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.” —Oliver Wendell Holmes

“Motherhood is the exquisite inconvenience of being another person’s everything.” —Unknown

“Only mothers can think of the future because they give birth to it in their children.” —Maxim Grosky

“My mother was my role model before I even knew what that word was.” —Lisa Leslie

“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.” —Maya Angelou

“Motherhood is the biggest gamble in the world. It is the glorious life force. It’s huge and scary – it’s an act of infinite optimism.” —Gilda Radner

“My mother is a walking miracle.” —Leonardo DiCaprio

“A mother understands what a child does not say.” —Jewish proverb

“The world needs our mothers.” —Liya Kebede

“A mother’s hug lasts long after she lets go.” —Unknown

“There is nothing as sincere as a mother’s kiss.” —Saleem Sharma

“Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.” —George Eliot

“A mother is always the beginning. She is how things begin.” —Unknown

“We are born of love; love is our mother.” —Rumi

“Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.” —Kahil Gibran

“There is no influence so powerful as that of the mother.” —Sara Josepha Hale

“A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.” —Princess Diana

“All that I am, or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” —Abraham Lincoln

“A mother is the one who fills your heart in the first place.” —Amy Tan

“Mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.” —Emily Dickinson

“A mother’s love is more beautiful than any fresh flower.” —Debasish Mridha

“A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.” —Victor Hugo

“A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take.” —Cardinal Mermillod

“A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.” —Honore de Balzac

“The art of mothering is to teach the art of living to children.” —Elaine Heffner

“In the mother’s eyes, her smile, her stroking touch, the child reads the message: ‘You are there!’” —Adrienne Rich

“If love is as sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.” —Stevie Wonder

“Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.” —Unknown

“Mother’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.” —Erich Fromm

“Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs since the payment is pure love.” —Mildred B. Vermont

“When you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.” —Mitch Albom

“There is no way to be a perfect mother, and a million ways to be a good one.” —Jill Churchill

“There is no velvet so soft as a mother’s lap, no rose as lovely as her smile, no path so flowery as that imprinted with her footsteps.” —Archibald Thompson

“A mother’s love is everything. It is what brings a child into this world. It is what molds their entire being. When a mother sees her child in danger, she is literally capable of anything. Mothers have lifted cars off of their children, and destroyed entire dynasties. A mother’s love is the strongest energy known to man.” —Jamie McGuire

“A mother is clothed with strength and dignity, laughs without fear of the future. When she speaks her words are wise and she gives instructions with kindness.” —Proverbs

“Motherhood: All love begins and ends there. ” —Robert Browning

“Any mother could perform the jobs of several air-traffic controllers with ease.” —Lisa Alther

“A mother is a person who, seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.” —Tenneva Jordan

“An ounce of mother is worth a ton of priest.” —Spanish Proverb

“A mom forgives us all our faults, not to mention one or two we don’t even have.” —Robert Brault

“In the end, mothers are always right. No one else tells the truth.” —Randy Susan Meyers

“God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.” —Rudyard Kipling

“We have a secret in our culture, and it’s not that birth is painful. It’s that women are strong.” —Laura Stavoe Harm

“It’s not easy being a mother. If it were, fathers would do it.” —The Golden Girls

“When your mother asks, ‘Do you want a piece of advice?’ it’s a mere formality. It doesn’t matter if you answer yes or no. You’re going to get it anyway.” —Erma Bombeck

“The phrase ’working mother’ is redundant.” —Jane Sellman

“I want my children to have all the things I couldn’t afford. Then, I want to move in with them.” —Phyllis Diller

“Any mother could do the jobs of several air traffic controllers with ease” —Lisa Alther

“If evolution really works, how come mothers have only two hands?” —Milton Berle

“There is only one pretty child in the world, and every mother has it.” —Chinese Proverb

“Mom, I love you, even though I’ll never accept your friend request.” —Unknown

“The mother’s heart is the child’s school-room.” —Henry Ward Beecher

“To the world you are a mother, but to your family you are the world.” —Unknown

“The loveliest masterpiece of the heart of God is the the heart of a mother.” —St. Therese of Lisieux

“Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.” —Marion C. Garretty

“Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.” —Lady Gaga

“To a child’s ear, ‘mother’ is magic in any language.” —Arlene Benedict

“A mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive.” —Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“I can imagine no heroism greater than motherhood.” —Lance Conrad

“Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother.” —Lin Yutang

“Mothers can look through a child’s eyes and see tomorrow.” —Reed Markham

“Mother—that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries.” —T. Dewitt Talmage

“My mother is my root, my foundation. She planted the seed that I base my life on, and that is the belief that the ability to achieve starts in your mind.” —Michael Jordan

“Being a mother is learning about strengths you didn’t know you had.” —Linda Wooten

“Mothers possess a power beyond that of a king on his throne.” —Mabel Hale

“No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother’s love.” —Edwin Chapin

“It’s such a grand thing to be a mother of a mother—that’s why the world calls her grandmother.” —Unknown

“Life doesn’t come with a manual, it comes with a grandmother.” —Unknown

“As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her.” —Kristin Hannah

“Everything I am, you helped me to be.” —Unknown

“Grandmothers are the people who take delight in hearing babies breathing into the telephone.” —Unknown

“Grandmas are short on criticism and long on love.” —Unknown

“A grandmother is a little bit parent, a little bit teacher, and a little bit best friend.” —Unknown

“Grandmothers always have time to talk and make you feel special. ” —Catherine Pulsifer

“Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while…but our hearts forever. ” —Unknown

“If nothing is going well, call your grandmother.” —Italian Proverb

“My grandmother is my angel on earth. ” —Catherine Pulsifer

“Grandma always made you feel she had been waiting to see just you all day and now the day was complete.” —Marcy DeMaree

“I know what it is like to be brought up with unconditional love. In my life that came from my grandmother.” —Andre Leon Talley

“There’s no place like home except Grandma’s.” —Unknown

“Only an aunt can give hugs like a mother, can keep secrets like a sister and share love like a friend.” —Unknown

“An aunt is someone special to remember with warmth, think of with pride, and cherish with love.” —Unknown

“Aunt: A cherished friend and personal cheerleader who will always see you through rose colored glasses.” —Unknown

“Aunt; like a mom only cooler.” —Unknown

“The best aunts aren’t substitute parents, they’re co-conspirators. ” —Daryl Gregory

“Aunt ― a double blessing. You love like a parent and act like a friend.” —Unknown

“I smile because you’re my aunt. I laugh because there’s nothing you can do about it.” —Unknown

“An aunt makes life a little sweeter.” —Unknown

“An aunt grows more treasured as time goes by.” —Unknown

“An aunt is always there for all the times when you need a second mom.” —Unknown

“God couldn’t be everywhere so he created aunts.” —Unknown

“An aunt is a safe haven for a child. Someone who will keep your secrets and is always on your side.” —Sara Sheridan

“Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother.” —Oprah Winfrey

“Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.” —Barbara Kingsolver

“Great sisters get promoted to aunt.” —Unknown

“A mother is not a person to lean on, but a person to make leaning unnecessary.” —Dorothy Canfield Fisher

“Nothing is really lost until your mom can’t find it.” —Unknown

“Mom: a title just above queen.” —Unknown

“I have so much of you in my heart.” —John Keats

“An older sister is a friend and defender — a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too.” —Pam Brown

“The best thing about having a sister was that I always had a friend.” —Cali Rae Turner

“Time passes quickly but one thing always lasts – the love and support found in you. ” —Catherine Pulsifer

“Your sisters are the only people in the world who know what it’s like to have been brought up the way you were.” —Betsy Cohen

“To have a loving relationship with a sister is not simply to have a buddy or a confident – it is to have a soulmate for life.” —Victoria Secunda

“A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life. ” —Isadora James

“Mother is a verb. It’s something you do. Not just who you are.” —Cheryl Lacey Donovan

“By being yourself, you put something wonderful in the world that was not there before.” —Edwin Elliot

“You are far more precious than jewels.” —Proverbs

“You are a gift from God a friend that I can count on and a wonderful model of a mother.” —Unknown

“There will be so many times you feel like you failed. But in the eyes, heart and mind of your child you are super mom.” —Stephanie Precourt

“It’s not that diamonds are a girl’s best friend, but it’s your best friends who are your diamonds.” —Gina Barreca

“Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.” —Eleanor Roosevelt

“There are friends, there is family, and then there are friends that become family.” —Unknown

“The love and compassion you’ve always carried in your heart makes you a wonderful mother and a beloved friend.” —Unknown

“It’s not what we have in life, but who we have in our life that matters.” —Unknown

Confira como são as frases traduzidas para o português logo abaixo:

“Uma mãe é sua primeira amiga, sua melhor amiga, sua amiga eterna.” – Desconhecida

“Quando você está olhando para sua mãe, você está olhando para o amor mais puro que você jamais conhecerá.” —Charley Benetto

“Mãe é o batimento cardíaco a casa; e sem ela, parece não haver pulsação cardíaca. ”- Looy Brownlow

“ Mães são como cola. Mesmo quando você não consegue vê-los, eles ainda mantêm a família unida. ”—Susan Gale

“ Minha mãe: Ela é linda, suavizada nas bordas e temperada com uma espinha de aço. Eu quero envelhecer e ser como ela. ”—Jodi Picoult

“ Mãe é o nome de Deus nos lábios e nos corações das criancinhas. ”—William Makepeace Thackeray

“ A influência de uma mãe na vida de seus filhos está além do cálculo. ”—James E. Faust

“Pode ser possível dourar ouro puro, mas quem pode tornar sua mãe mais bonita?” – Mahatma Gandhi

“Não há papel na vida que seja mais essencial do que o da maternidade.” – Élder M. Russell Ballard

“A juventude desaparece; amor inclina-se; as folhas da amizade caem; A esperança secreta de uma mãe sobrevive a todos eles. ”—Oliver Wendell Holmes

“ A maternidade é a extraordinária inconveniência de ser o ser de outra pessoa. ”- Desconhecido

“ Apenas as mães podem pensar no futuro porque dão à luz em seus filhos. ”- Maxim Grosky

“Minha mãe era o meu modelo antes que eu soubesse o que era essa palavra.” –Lisa Leslie

“Descrever minha mãe seria escrever sobre um furacão em seu poder perfeito.” —Maya Angelou

“A maternidade é a maior aposta do mundo. É a força da vida gloriosa. É enorme e assustador – é um ato de otimismo infinito. ”—Gilda Radner

“ Minha mãe é um milagre ambulante. ”—Leonardo DiCaprio

“ A mãe entende o que uma criança não diz. ”- Provérbio judaico

“ O mundo precisa de nossas mães. ”-Liya Kebede

‘abraço de uma mãe dura muito tempo depois que ela deixa ir.’-Desconhecido

‘Não há nada tão sincero quanto o beijo de uma mãe.’-Saleem Sharma

‘a vida começou com acordar e amar o rosto da minha mãe.’-George Eliot

“ Uma mãe é sempre o começo. Ela é como as coisas começam. ”—Desconhecido

“ Nascemos do amor; o amor é a nossa mãe. ”—Rumi

“ Mãe: a mais bela palavra nos lábios da humanidade. ”—Kahil Gibran

“Não há influência tão poderosa quanto a da mãe.” – Sara Josepha Hale

“Os braços de uma mãe são mais reconfortantes do que os de qualquer outra pessoa.” – Princesa Diana

“Tudo o que sou, ou espero ser, devo ao meu anjo. mãe. ”- Abraham Lincoln

“ Uma mãe é quem preenche seu coração em primeiro lugar. ”—Amy Tan

“ Mãe é uma pessoa com quem você se apressa quando está com problemas. ”- Emily Dickinson

“ O amor de uma mãe é mais bonito do que qualquer flor fresca. ”—Debasish Mridha

“ Os braços de uma mãe são feitos de ternura e as crianças dormem profundamente nelas. ”—Victor Hugo

“ Uma mãe é ela que pode tomar o lugar de todas as outras, mas cujo lugar ninguém mais pode tomar. ” – Cardinal Mermillod

“A felicidade de uma mãe é como um farol, iluminando o futuro, mas refletindo também no passado, sob o disfarce de boas lembranças.” —Honore de Balzac

“A arte de ser mãe é ensinar a arte de viver para as crianças.” —Elaine Heffner

“Nos olhos da mãe, seu sorriso, seu toque carinhoso, a criança lê a mensagem: ‘Você está aí!’” – Adrienne Rich

“Se o amor é tão doce quanto uma flor, então minha mãe é aquela doce flor de amor.” —Stevie Wonder

“As mães seguram as mãos de seus filhos por pouco tempo, mas seus corações para sempre.” —Desconhecido

“O amor de mãe é paz. Não precisa ser adquirido, não precisa ser merecido. ”—Erich Fromm

“ Ser mãe em tempo integral é um dos trabalhos assalariados mais altos, já que o pagamento é puro amor. ”—Mildred B. Vermont

“Quando você olha para sua mãe, você está olhando para o amor mais puro que você jamais conhecerá.” – Mitch Albom

“Não há como ser uma mãe perfeita e um milhão de maneiras de ser uma boa mãe.” —Jill Churchill

“ Não há veludo tão macio como o colo de uma mãe, nem uma rosa tão adorável quanto seu sorriso, nenhum caminho tão florido como aquele impresso com seus passos. ”- Archibald Thompson

“ O amor de uma mãe é tudo. É o que traz uma criança para este mundo. É o que molda todo o seu ser. Quando uma mãe vê seu filho em perigo, ela é literalmente capaz de qualquer coisa. As mães tiraram carros de seus filhos e destruíram dinastias inteiras. O amor de uma mãe é a energia mais forte conhecida pelo homem. ”—Jamie McGuire

“A mãe é revestida de força e dignidade, ri sem medo do futuro. Quando ela fala, suas palavras são sábias e ela dá instruções com bondade. ”- Provérbios

“ Maternidade: Todo amor começa e termina aí. ”—Robert Browning

“ Qualquer mãe poderia realizar os trabalhos de vários controladores de tráfego aéreo com facilidade. ”—Lisa Alther

“ Uma mãe é uma pessoa que, vendo que há apenas quatro pedaços de torta para cinco pessoas, prontamente anuncia que nunca se importou. para torta. ”—Tenneva Jordan

“ Uma onça de mãe vale uma tonelada de padre. ”- Provérbio espanhol

“ Uma mãe nos perdoa todas as nossas falhas, sem mencionar uma ou duas que nem sequer temos. ”—Robert Brault

“ No final, as mães estão sempre certas. Ninguém mais diz a verdade. ”- Randy Susan Meyers

“Deus não poderia estar em toda parte e, portanto, ele fez as mães.” – Rudyard Kipling

“Temos um segredo em nossa cultura, e não é que o parto seja doloroso. É que as mulheres são fortes. ”—Laura Stavoe Harm

“ Não é fácil ser mãe. Se fosse, os pais fariam isso. ”- The Golden Girls

“ Quando sua mãe pergunta: ‘Você quer um conselho?’ é uma mera formalidade. Não importa se você responde sim ou não. Você vai conseguir de qualquer maneira. ”- Erma Bombeck

“ A expressão ‘mãe que trabalha’ é redundante. ”—Jane Sellman

“ Eu quero que meus filhos tenham todas as coisas que eu não poderia pagar. Então, quero morar com eles. ”—Phyllis Diller

“ Qualquer mãe poderia fazer os trabalhos de vários controladores de tráfego aéreo com facilidade ”- Lisa Alther

“Se a evolução realmente funciona, por que as mães têm apenas duas mãos?” – Milton Berle

“Há apenas uma criança bonita no mundo, e toda mãe tem isso.” – Provérbio Chinês

“Mãe, eu te amo, mesmo que eu” Nunca aceitará seu pedido de amizade. ”—Desconhecido

“ O coração da mãe é o quarto da escola da criança. ”—Henry Ward Beecher

“ Para o mundo você é uma mãe, mas para sua família você é o mundo. ”—Desconhecido

“ O mais adorável obra-prima do coração de Deus é o coração de uma mãe. ”—St. Therese de Lisieux

“O amor materno é o combustível que permite que um ser humano normal faça o impossível.” – Marion C. Garretty

“Aceitação, tolerância, bravura, compaixão. Estas são as coisas que minha mãe me ensinou. ”—Lady Gaga

“Para o ouvido de uma criança, ‘mãe’ é magia em qualquer língua.” – Arlene Benedict

“Uma mãe ainda é uma mãe, a coisa mais sagrada viva.” – Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“Não consigo imaginar um heroísmo maior que a maternidade”. Conrad

“De todos os direitos das mulheres, o maior é ser mãe.” —Lin Yutang

“As mães podem olhar nos olhos de uma criança e ver o amanhã.” —Reed Markham

“Mãe — esse foi o banco onde depositamos todas as nossas dores e preocupações. ”—T. Dewitt Talmage

“Minha mãe é minha raiz, minha fundação. Ela plantou a semente na qual baseio minha vida, e essa é a crença de que a capacidade de alcançar começa em sua mente. ”—Michael Jordan

“ Ser mãe é aprender sobre pontos fortes que você não sabia que tinha. ”—Linda Wooten

“As mães possuem um poder além do de um rei em seu trono.” —Mabel Hale

“Nenhuma língua pode expressar o poder, a beleza e o heroísmo do amor de uma mãe.” —Edwin Chapin

“É uma coisa tão grandiosa ser mãe de um mãe – é por isso que o mundo chama a avó dela. ”—Desconhecido

“ A vida não vem com um manual, ele vem com uma avó. ”—Desconhecido

“ Como mães e filhas, estamos conectados uns com os outros. Minha mãe é os ossos da minha coluna, mantendo-me em linha reta e verdadeira. Ela é meu sangue, certificando-se de que ele seja rico e forte. Ela é a batida do meu coração. Não posso agora imaginar uma vida sem ela. ”—Kristin Hannah

“ Tudo o que sou, você me ajudou a ser. ”—Desconhecido

“ As avós são as pessoas que se deleitam em ouvir os bebês respirando ao telefone. ”- Desconhecido

“As avós têm poucas críticas e muito amor.” —Desconhecido

“Uma avó é um pouco pai, um professor e um pouco melhor amigo.” —Desconhecido

“As avós sempre têm tempo para conversar e fazer você se sentir especial . ”—Catherine Pulsifer

“ Vovós seguram nossas mãozinhas por apenas um pouquinho… mas nossos corações para sempre. ”—Desconhecido

“ Se nada estiver indo bem, ligue para sua avó. ”- Provérbio Italiano

“ Minha avó é meu anjo na terra. ”—Catherine Pulsifer

“ A avó sempre fazia você sentir que estava esperando para vê-la o dia todo e agora o dia estava completo. ”- Marcy DeMaree

“ Eu sei o que é ser educado com amor incondicional. Na minha vida que veio da minha avó. ”—Andre Leon Talley

“Não há lugar como o lar, exceto o da vovó.” – Desconhecido

“Apenas uma tia pode dar abraços como uma mãe, pode guardar segredos como uma irmã e compartilhar o amor como um amigo.” —Desconhecido

“Uma tia é alguém especial para se lembrar com calor. pense com orgulho e aprecie com amor. ”—Desconhecido

“ Tia: Uma amiga querida e uma animadora de torcida pessoal que sempre te verá por entre óculos cor-de-rosa. ”—Desconhecido

“ Tia; como uma mãe apenas mais legal. ”—Desconhecido

“ As melhores tias não são pais substitutos, são co-conspiradores. ”—Daryl Gregory

“ Tia – uma bênção dupla. Você ama como um pai e age como um amigo. ”—Desconhecido

“ Eu sorrio porque você é minha tia. Eu rio porque não há nada que você possa fazer sobre isso. ”—Desconhecido

“ Uma tia torna a vida um pouco mais doce. ”—Desconhecido

“Uma tia cresce mais valorizada com o passar do tempo.” —Desconhecido

“Uma tia está sempre presente para todas as vezes em que você precisa de uma segunda mãe.” —Desconhecido

“Deus não podia estar em todos os lugares, então criou tias.” —Desconhecido

“ Uma tia é um refúgio seguro para uma criança. Alguém que manterá seus segredos e está sempre do seu lado. ”—Sara Sheridan

“ A biologia é o menor do que faz de alguém uma mãe. ”—Oprah Winfrey

“ Às vezes, a força da maternidade é maior que as leis naturais. ”Barbara Kingsolver

“ Grandes irmãs são promovidas a tia. ”—Desconhecido

“ Uma mãe não é uma pessoa para se apoiar, mas uma pessoa para tornar a inclinação desnecessária. ”—Dorothy Canfield Fisher

“ Nada está realmente perdido até que sua mãe não consiga encontrá-la. ”- Desconhecido

“Mãe: um título logo acima da rainha”.

“Eu tenho muito de você em meu coração.” – John Keats

“Uma irmã mais velha é amiga e defensora – ouvinte, conspiradora, conselheira e compartilha de prazeres. E tristezas também. ”—Pam Brown

“ A melhor coisa sobre ter uma irmã é que sempre tive um amigo. ”—Cali Rae Turner

“ O tempo passa rapidamente, mas sempre dura uma coisa – o amor e o apoio encontrados em você. ”—Catherine Pulsifer

“ Suas irmãs são as únicas pessoas no mundo que sabem o que é ter sido criado do jeito que você era. ”- Betsey Cohen

“ Ter um relacionamento amoroso com uma irmã não é simplesmente ter um amigo ou um confiante – é ter uma alma gêmea para a vida. ”—Victoria Secunda

“ Uma irmã é um presente para o coração, um amigo para o espírito, um fio de ouro para o significado da vida. ”- Isadora James

“Mãe é um verbo. É algo que você faz. Não apenas quem você é. ”—Cheryl Lacey Donovan

“ Por ser você mesmo, você coloca algo maravilhoso no mundo que não existia antes. ”—Edwin Elliot

“ Você é muito mais precioso do que jóias. ”- Provérbios

“ Você é um presente de Deus um amigo com quem posso contar e um maravilhoso modelo de mãe. ”—Desconhecido

“ Haverá tantas vezes que você sente que falhou. Mas nos olhos, coração e mente do seu filho você é super mãe. ”—Stephanie Precourt

“ Não é que os diamantes sejam os melhores amigos de uma menina, mas são seus melhores amigos que são seus diamantes. ”—Gina Barreca

“ Muitas pessoas vão andar Dentro e fora de sua vida, mas apenas amigos verdadeiros deixarão pegadas em seu coração. ”—Eleanor Roosevelt

“Há amigos, há família e há amigos que se tornam família.” —Desconhecido

“O amor e a compaixão que você sempre carregou em seu coração fazem de você uma mãe maravilhosa e uma amiga querida.” —Desconhecido

“Não é o que temos na vida, mas quem nós temos na vida que importa”—Desconhecido

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La Primera Clase Prostitute

Scene:  1

He was the most handsome man I ever met.  He was with a umbrella hombre ella is the code.  He is like like a fish with butter and lemon.  And his sarap y taste.  Very Very tempting with british accent. A sophisticated man for a change. No I meet a lot of sophisticated men all my professor.  He is like a glimpse of what might happen if only I take chances.  Before the meeting I went to the powder room and pretty myself.  I will meet sir Henry your professor.  I told elaine but before that thing happen I am chin chin an actress.  So talino St. Scholastican  Maria Clara ha-ha-ha naloka tuloy sya.  Its almost night time on the way  home.  Home is where your heart is and its about to be taken to my family.  I graduate Masteral so we had a party with friends.  I was happy and I cant believe my dream every walk is a way to get to there.  I chose to be a nun so I can help poverty we are trying to fight it even in our family.  Heaven gives chances.  This is the second scene.

Dialogue

Elaine:  Margaritte please help me with this subject.  Its sociology interaction to other classmate

Margaritte: Yes I would do your assignment. 

Narrator:  I would try to do this assignment is a good subject and I learn a lot from it.

Scene 2

My bestfriend since Highschool asked me to be with her and try to groom ok.  This is our first meeting I don’t know what is with the umbrella I decode it in scene 1.  Doctorate in Spanish too who perfected her worksheet.  So what stop you for going to him my ambition so he code me ambisyosa.  Hoy sir priest ang hirap sa atin mga filipino wala tayong ambisyon kaya tao iniiwan ng dayukyok na aeta para para social at rich sila at yung ipapanganak nila eh totoo ba.

Narrator:  She told herself being a handsome is a temptation to their student then how do we interact to men if there is no men there its sociology hmmm we did not talk to each other but how do we learn the language of men and its action.  He is so white and his face is like heaven.  She tried to imagine this feeling like a feather pillow.  And the dimension changes.  I heard my classmate being so tense.  The intuition of the mother superior or hunches are maybe right.

Scene 4

Narrator

My friends are like a younger sister.  Always happy to see me and I go shower and slumber party with her but not without group study or my father will kill me.  I know him so well.  For payment because I am a professional, she treated me with my favorite food with protein diet because I am so thin.  I love eating so much aside from its being delicious that we had a beautiful restauranter.  Its sumptuous and very very delicious a foreigner maybe like me.  My friend course is HRM but in short course so we try to be there often.  At talagang Espanyol to I eat with gusto pero sosyal.  We met osang she a friend of us and she knew I would like to give money so she gave her kaya share kami dun.  Kitam mabait talaga ko ayaw nyo maniwala.  My friend makes me laugh often in the convent she makes me laugh and we seated in a chair in pergola near the church.  I know what her test why she keep on praying.

Dialogue:  Halika na magchapel na tayo. 

Narrate:

And we prayed together to keep too our friendship.  So we prayed our need and we kneel in the chapel.

I don’t know what I prayed to God maybe blessings.

Scene 5

I got my ambition when? after community in PVI.  No Highschool third year CEO of McDonalds.  I pass the interview which is my resume.  Working student in Easycall I set up the call center.  Where we transmit message.  First Christmas that I was not with them I look at the table all full of foods and I almost I need to be strong so I should not be crying.  Christmas is not Christmas without my family.  So miss it.  Did not eat.  There is this long queue and I tried to beat the clock and all the managers to cheer me.  I am doing good with job exemplary par excellence.  All the money goes to my family so I was saving up for heaven.  My family is my heaven.  You know heaven comfort and love with mixture of color that is very Daddy.  I am always proud of him with pride and honor I told him.  I became a banker when I was in elementary in Bangko Filipino where the China Bank is now.  So I need to study in Business School Harvard Scene 3 not 4

I became the Chief Executive Officer of Bengued Mining my practicum in Makati.  So this is Makati I told myself they said this is the riches city.  People are working and they are not eating food.  I was in the pool of secretary at that time.  I paid them my lunch and my father went to Palawan to pay mining and the company of PAL.

Scene 5

My friend elaine always makes me  to go to God she would usher me to the church and pray for dreams and penance for our sin.  Then we go in another scene in altar the prayer room. 

Dialogue

Elaine inaantok na ako dito sa kandilang to and she prayed for his future husband while convent school. They went to student lounge.  Its smells feet and try to rest. 

Dialogue

The nun says parang pagud na pagod pati sa library natutulog kasi masteral nya pagiging librarian kasi natulog sya therefore I  cannot sleep there but there are pillow.

Dialogue

The Librarian said parating  Parating gutom code nila to sa fraternity brotherhood to. 

This is my favorite food white spaghetti and corn dog jumbo hotdog kaya mo bato kaya bato.  Creature of habits will eventually die maybe not routine is when they will try to kill you.  Masteral nga.

Scene 6

I took up Rizal in UP and Ateneo.  Doctorate of Filipino language at the young age of 11.  After the module I saw my professor briefing us on how to flunk the subject.  First second third late you will have an F.  Second late the traffic is causing my heartbeat so loud I about to had a heart attack.  Maybe this is a hint from the cosmic universe that I will fall in love with Filipino. So when I enter the premises my exhaustion is causing me to fall.  So I ran so fast when I saw the professor so I wont fail Rizal.  I was looking for subject I was in line going to the registry.  Anthropology the study of race.  When I first met anthropology in the classroom of God, the male specie is nice to look at.  There anatomy is well proportioned the height is tall and I forgot because of his handsomeness everything that I learned.  Maybe A love spell cast on us which race believe in sorcery and witches and magician.  I tried to have a remedial studying in Australia for the 4 kind of races.  Jose Rizal we are spying men on who will be reincarnated as Jose Rizal. Opps I just came from the book of Noli Me Tangere when the souls played your playwright.  Is it reincarnation?  Dejavu or the belief like synchronicity, serendipity and the likes.

Scene 7

She was holding the paper and she get humanities as a subject.  Well humanity is about saving lives and not doing things that will hurt human.  Why do we go on war?  So many will not be enslave.

Dialogue

Margaritte:  Syempre elaine para di ma slave

Elaine:  Bahala ka nilalabanan mo na naman ang lipunan eto eh kung ikaw naging slave hindi kaba nalulungkot eto kasi makatao nga ako. At saka yun nga yung subject. And to learn that they can stop perversion by the use of ART. 

Narrate

I studied Van Gogh the painter who has a problem with his ear,matisse,gaugin,Michael Angelo which is last supper,studied mona liza and her nerve problem in the convent.  For humanitarian reason they said why we save criminal so they tried so what is the logic prolonging the agony.   Impressionalism, Renaissance,Cubism,Baroque, Modern Art, Abstract Art and Pop Art like Warhol.

Logic and Philosophy 8

Doctorate in Law and Philosophy

There are question before you reach your dream how can you help humanity.  If I study and philosophize what there culture belief and the things that makes them alive. 

Scene 9

Women Studies, Computer Lecture, Computer Lab, Chemistry Lecture and Lab

So we study about woman today.  Do you know yourself that well as you bathe and touches your breast your navel your pussy to get sanitize.  What do you think is your threat.  Kidnapping with ransome,rape ,humantrafficking,bioterrorism.  Where did you learn it the Scholastican Newspaper and what are you lobbying Anti-Terrorism.  Does the means justify the end depending on how you use  the money.  In the Computer laboratory.  We discover Einstein because she chat the Ms.  She told her in the coded message radiation with Heat will kill us.  Heat wave and radiation that is why we are droopy eyed.  Pleas save us we are sporadic we can breathe what should be your answer changing temperature the aircon should be increase.

Dialogue:  Bruha you would learn to behave.

Scene 10

She was in the canteen or cafeteria her schoolmate told

Dialogue in the ESP

Pagikaw nakidnapped bahala that is the first transmission.  How to stop radiation eat a lot protein food.

[luoism]

self para ⁰ ¹  ⸝⸝ une barque sur l'ocean. location: sua campus music building. time: set a few weeks ago, 2:58am note: luo's pov of this self para by @huitians

the moon's generosity is the first thing luo notices upon stepping out of his room. his steps are soft and hesitant, quiet like the little sparks of anxiety that have no issue finding their usual place at the bottom of his stomach. it takes him a second to adjust to his surroundings, to fully pull himself out of the bad dream he was drowning in a little under an hour ago.

the decision that a walk through the empty halls of his school should fix it can only be blamed on his drowsiness.

rays of the moon's light peek through the large windows and luo takes his time to observe it all - from the way it reflects on his skin, to the way little specks of dust turn into a semblance of magic, almost, within it. . . and maybe his appreciation is a mere result of him stalling. maybe all there is to this moment is a boy who is desperate to find beauty in everything he sees.

and so if luo wants to stand in the middle of a hallway and stare at how the moonlight reflects on the ground, he deems it okay to do so.

the night is his - those have been the rules for as long as he could remember: from the time he spent at the orphanage when night time had been imposed on him to the comfort he grew to discover within it. he prefers it that way as well - he always has. there have been lessons the boy learnt within the shadows of venice, lessons that shaped him to be who he is. he made friends in the darkness of the ragged attic too and affinities he would never dare to forget. . . and while the term friend in itself is often questioned on the topic of his connections, the apparitions were all luo had.

though if one travels through astral planes only to see you, wouldn't that alone be considered a testament of one's friendship? and if the absence of them triggers nightmare after nightmare, shouldn't that count for something?

luo thinks of the moonlight and wonders if his friends used to see it, too.

he doesn't notice where he is until he is met with a door taller than him, ajar. as if it's waiting for him, like the sign he has been seeking all night. he doesn't come here often but he is familiar with his surroundings - the music department is, after all, a place that is known and beloved by many who attend the school.

and beloved by luo - it so is.

his steps are light, almost non-existent against the polished floors: in a way that pushes luo to ponder on the reality of his surroundings and in a way that makes him wonder if he is still trapped within the confines of his dreams. it wouldn't be the first time something of the sort happened, and the boy knows better than to assume it would be the last.

he sees the light before he hears the music, and that fact alone will be something he will spend hours thinking of later on, when the sun will rise, when he will feel too exhausted to follow. but for now all he knows is the light: soft and inviting, like a whisper - like an entity of its own with the influence to lead luo inside yet another room.

and he truly assumes the music he hears is nothing but a figment of his imagination, one that is known to be overreactive and suffocating. one that is known for its lack of mercy, for the rejection of any kind of solace luo might find along the way of his adventures. a mind which he surrenders to every night when he closes his eyes.

though he stands by the edge of it, his head merely peeking over at the inside of the room, luo notes that it is as cold as his own; especially when occupied by the pleasure of a haunting. the edge of the doorway offers him safety, like a semblance of the protection he constantly seeks.

he recognizes the song instantly, having heard it over and over again back home in settings similar to this one. when he couldn't sleep, when his friends would play for him between the four walls of his attic. une barque sur l'océan, like his own - the one he stole to explore the waters of venice.

but there is a boy - one he has never seen before, one so cold it pushes luo to conclude that it can only be a ghost. . . one who has the talent to make the song sound like a new one, with a new meaning and a new purpose. with a beauty and riveting the same way that it is unnerving. it shakes luo to his core, it feels like looking away from the pianist would curse the next few years of his life. the gathering in his head comes to an end, the voices go to sleep. it's just luo and the boy, wide-eyed, with his heartbeat crawling up his throat.

nothing in the world belongs to him, but for the time being, he decides that the melody that lingers in the air they both share does.

he is out of breath without even knowing why - he starts to worry about things that hold little to no significance under normal circumstances. like his hair, does his hair look okay? does he look okay? the staring will amount to nothing in the end, and yet luo finds it impossible to tear his wide eyes away from the white of the boy's hair, the delicacy of his features.

whether he is real of not, luo knows he is someone he could never get close to - no matter the stakes. and how cruel the fates have to make him speak? to prove that he is as mortal as luo, to introduce new possibilities that he realistically could never follow.

the boy speaks and luo wishes that he doesn't: because he isn't an illusion anymore, or an apparition. because he is real, and that alone is a lot more terrifying than any ghost he has encountered in the past, and will proceed to encounter in the future.

though similar to an encounter of the sort, luo knows that he will wake up with the pianist fresh on his mind up until they meet again.

[blush-and-books]

high school au, luke pining for julie, friendship on the cusp of something more?, dahlias

ahh got carried away with this one too would you look at that. this is another combo drabble -- @ the anon who sent the request “high school au, fluff, confession, the chain on luke’s jeans.” this one doesn’t have a precise confession, but... I think you’ll still enjoy it. both of you, hopefully!! thank you guys so much for the amazing requests.

Luke would buy Julie flowers for a wide variety of reasons. 

Their friends thought it was almost ridiculous how often Luke would show up at school or band practice or even Julie’s house with a bouquet of dahlias with some reason behind it that wasn’t the fact that he was in love with her and giving her flowers was his romantic love language. 

(Yes, we all know his primary love language is touch, but he will hug a stranger he met on the street, so it carries significantly less weight.)

He knows that dahlias are her favorite flower, and he knows how important it is that there are always dahlias in the house to keep the spirit of her mom around in a symbolic way. Wherever there are dahlias, there is Rose -- and Luke understood that almost better than any of their friends. 

Which is why he would come up with excuses to give Julie flowers all of the time. 

The night of a show? Flowers. Her birthday? Flowers. A good grade on a test, she’s having a bad week, or just him noticing that the current bouquet is dying? Flowers.

You get the picture.

On the anniversary of her mom’s passing, the dark date falls on a school day. Julie doesn’t show, which is expected from their friend group -- and when she ignores text messages, they all assume she’s taking the day to herself. 

In hopes of making her smile, Luke drops by the store on the way back from school and picks up a bouquet to bring by the Molina household before heading home. 

(Or sticking around to hang out with Julie. He would painfully prefer the second option, but also is well aware that this is a day that she needs to be alone.)

Ray Molina wears a grim smile when he sees Luke on the other side of the threshold. 

“You’re sweet, mijo. I would let you go say hi, but she woke up sick, and she could barely stand. We were going to go visit her mom today, but we want to make sure she’s there so we are postponing it for a few days. She’s pretty upset.”

Hearing that she’s sick, and likely very depressed, only makes Luke more tempted to respectfully push past her father and run up to her room to comfort her. 

“Oh,” he says instead, shoulders slumping. He holds out the bouquet of dahlias. “Okay, well, can you give these to her for me? I’m sure she’s been having a rough day, and-”

A handful of distinct thumps cut him off, and both him and Ray turn to look at the source of the sound: The staircase, where Julie is stumbling step by step, wrapped up in a blanket. 

“Julie!” 

Without hesitation, Luke crosses the threshold and darts into the house to check on Julie, alongside Ray. She’s hardly standing, and her eyes are almost fully shut as she clutches the blanket and murmurs to herself in Spanish. 

“Papa, estoy lista,” she hums into the air as they grip her arms and try to get her to sit down. “¿Por que Luke está aqui? No quiero le verme así este.” 

Luckily, Luke’s known her long enough to be able to make out what she’s saying, and finds himself running his hand over her forehead -- God, she’s burning up -- and over her hair. 

“Traje unas flores para ti. Sentarte, por favor, y no preocuparte por tu apariencia. Eres siempre hermosa.”

His Spanish is definitely average, but he knows enough to talk her down to the floor and get her resting against him as Ray looks between them with wide eyes. Luke feels himself blushing and his skin is so warm that he wonders if it could pass for a fever of his own. While her dad clearly wants to have a conversation later that Luke had been dreading  -- even though they were literally friends -- there is more focus on getting Julie back up to her room. 

“I’ll carry her back up,” Ray decides, grunting as he stands. He leans back down to tap on his daughter’s shoulders and coax her off of Luke, but she only presses farther into the boy; clutching onto his arm for dear life. Both Luke and Ray know that this means. 

“I’ll get her upstairs.” Ray nods at Luke, staring down at his daughter in the guitarist’s arms, wondering how the two of them happened right before his eyes and how Luke could never conceive how Julie adores him.

“Gracias, mijo.”

Julie is already close to his side, so all it takes is a strategic shift for him to be able to slip his right arm under her legs and tighten his arm around her back. “Okay, mi mariposita enferma, let’s get you back to bed.”

“Quiero ver a mi mamá,” she mumbles lucidly into his neck. Luke feels his heart throb under his ribs, because he knows how hard this is for her, and he just wants to make everything better for her even though no one has that kind of power. 

(Except for Julie herself. She can always make everything better for him.)

“Yo se,” he whispers back, almost at the top of the stairs. “Te traería si yo pudiera te traer.”

She doesn’t say any more, but she presses herself even closer and he worries that she may be on the verge of tears. Refusing to look down at her for fear his heart will shatter, he gently slips through her bedroom door and lays her on the mattress; pulling the covers back over her in an instant because she started shivering the second he put her down. 

She murmurs “quiero mi mama” a handful of times, and Ray brings up a cup of steaming tea, and Luke finds himself sitting on the edge of her bed trying to get her to drink some of it. 

Eventually, she gives in, grumbling more Spanish that was so quick and quiet and run together that Luke couldn’t even attempt to decipher it. 

“You should probably go home, mijo,” Ray says after a few moments. “Go take a shower and pop some Vitamin C. I didn’t mean to put you at risk.”

“No, Sir, it’s okay. I needed to make sure Julie was alright.” Gazing down at the half-asleep girl who is curled in bed with a mountain of blankets and a teddy bear pressed into her chest, Luke remembers the bouquet downstairs. “Do you mind if I put the flowers in a vase before I go?”

Who would Ray be to deny him that?

With a head nod towards the door, he gives the teenager a small grin. “Go for it, mijo. You know where the vases are by now.”

He does. And he makes quick work of a nice light pink one, tucking the bundle inside after filling it with water. After scribbling down a note on a nearby piece of paper, he is skipping every other step as he rushes up the stairs. He finds Ray hovering by the doorway, keeping watch over Julie.

The vase is positioned on her nightstand, with the note tucked under the base. Luke tries to stay as quiet as possible, because he doesn’t know if she’s asleep or awake when-

There’s an insistent pull against the chain on his jeans. 

Julie has reached out from under the covers and hooked two fingers around it to keep him close. Without opening her eyes, a small smile forms on her face: “Gracias para las flores.” And if Luke listens even closer: “Te amo.”

Julie’s dad is six feet away, but Luke forgets all about that when he unlatches her hand from the chain and presses her palm against his lips. 

“Cualquier cosa para ti, mariposa.” Quietly, murmured against her palm like a promise, “te amo.”

Her grin impossibly widens, which is the most emotion she’s shown the whole time he’s been there. It makes his chest ache a little that he managed to make her smile, even a little bit, even in this state. 

He would do just about anything to keep her smiling. 

--

The next morning is a Saturday, so he sleeps in, and plans to go over to see Julie again. He doesn’t have to wonder long if she’s still in the same state, because he wakes up to a text from her on his phone: Dad says you were killing the Spanish game yesterday. Bravo. 

And BTW, thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful.

And once again, Julie is the one making him smile.

TRANSLATIONS (not my four years of Spanish finally popping in):

- Papa, estoy lista. ¿Por que Luke está aqui? No quiero le verme así este = Dad, I’m ready... Why is Luke here? I don’t want him to see me like this.

- Traje unas flores para ti. Sentarte, por favor, y no preocuparte por tu apariencia. Eres siempre hermosa. = I brought flowers for you, Sit down, please, and don’t worry about your appearance. You’re always beautiful.

- mi mariposita enferma = my little sick butterfly

- quiero ver a mi mama = i want to see my mom

- yo se, te traería si yo pudiera te traer =  I know, I would bring you if I could bring you

- gracias para las flores, te amo = thank you for the flowers, I love you.

- cualquier cosa para ti, mariposa. te amo = anything for you, butterfly. i love you.

[lebrookestore]

Thank You and Presents?

Welcome to this semi-chaotic, passive aggressive post. I spent a good hour on this, so you mfs better read.

I've decided to combine these two posts, considering they go hand in hand, so bear with me.

I've been here for a month, and I've made so many new friends, read some amazing fics, and actually made friends with some of my writing inspirations themselves, which I cant even begin to comprehend so I won't try.

I've released four fics, two were shorter, but the ones I'm really proud of- Little Princess and Poison and Petals-i still can't believe I sat my ass down and started writing. This year has been a shit one, but never would I have thought I would start writing fanfiction. Let alone the long ass fics I write please.

So hitting 100 followers is even more of a foreign concept, but thank you so much! I'm bewildered that people actually ready my shit and the fact some want to be tagged in stuff, and the fact it's only been a month? What is reality-

And some of y'all see my shit posts and deal with me- to that I say God bless you and your patience. You have to be some sort of heavenly being amen.

Honestly, some of y'all actually helped me through a lot of shit, and some even encouraged me with my first fic, which was the start of these shenanigans( whether this was a good idea or not, we shall never know)

Basically, thank you so much, it means a lot to me, it really makes my day when I see w new follow, or a reblog, or someone liking my shit posts about simping (I am sorry my dude) .

Now, since the year is ending, thank god, I've decided to give my moots presents, since I've seen a lot of people do this (originality went ✨yeet✨) and it's also like a thank you and appreciation message of sorts. Also because I'm nice.

Let the chaos begin:

@alicanta77 my first moot, and literally one of my biggest inspirations fir writing, she was with me when I was writing Poison and Petals, and encouraged me with everytime I hit a roadblock, or was feeling tired with it. She's such a talented writer, and her series are very well thought out. They deserve so much more love, because the effort, the plot, everything is immaculate, and felix, babe, I love you to death.

@danishmiilk my second moot on this hellhole and I hate you but I love you so I guess pemdas cancels that out. She is an amazing writer, her fics too deserve more attention. I honestly don't know what I would do without this bitch, we run the culture cafe together, and I'm such a dumbass at coding, but she does it(even if she does forget to add the https, but we won't talk about that okay) and she matches my chaotic energy perfectly. She's definitely not annoying (I wrote that with a straight face my dude, be proud), and I would do anything for her so yeah ily bye

@astroboy-lele furOU THE 40 YEAR OLD MAN ON FACEBOOK- I'm sorry, not really, oh well. Another underrated writer, her fics are really good too, and she was the one who encouraged me to start the net, and gave me the idea of a dark cafe aesthetic. She helped me with a lot of shit there too, and is a really good listener.

@orange-nimon-cross I scared as fuck of yunha, but I also love her. Shes honest and blunt af and I love that about her. She always gives me honest, actually helpful feedback a d if probably the first person I'd go to for said feedback. She deserves way more credit for her writing, its amazing, and her poetry? They're beautiful and deep and ineish I could write like that.

@rouiyan MISS REE ANOTHER WRITING INSPO AND A GREAT FRIEND honestly I met her and we just vibed tbh. She too helped me with my first fic by encouraging me, and I love her to death too. Very happy ahes back from hiatus, all my fists of love for you babe!

@yvezs mila I have no fucking clue what your posts mean half the time, but I love you anyways okay, you already know so I'm not gonna bother writing a long ass para, I'll annoy you later

@heartyyjeno ALESHA! honestly, she's so sweet, and her asks literally brighten up my day. Her writing is also amazing and just ugh, I love you and get very happy everytime I see you.

@moonbeamsung HANNAH BBY YOU'RE SO CUTE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OMG you're the sweetest bean ever and your writing is the bomb.com. I hope we can get closer, because you never fail to make me feel better, or brighten up my day with a message or an ask.

@radiorenjun angie my fellow simp and hard stan letS GO- I know she's not always online, but she's always there when I need to simp, or when I need help with important descisions (what pic I should chose fir my lockcreen, for example) she's always there to simp for ten with me and our convos are questionable (she's seen my dark dark gallery man. If that's not friendship idk what it) . If you do want to summon her though, I suggest typing renjun or ten in a message, all caps.

@channoticedmeuwu kai. *heavy sigh* this bitch is honestly one of the best people, like she deals with ny shit posts, replIES TO THEM and even deals with my excessive simping like damn what angel are you (the fallen one, jK-) she also likes simping with me, even called for help once(it failed, but it's the thought that counts. She even tried helping me when my laptop fucked me over, which, surprise, it still is, but we barely even knew each other at the time?? How amazing is that?? But bitch stay the fuck away from taeyong thanks hyuck is the waiting.

@loonacitys I MET YOU TWO DAYS AGO BUT I ALREADY LOVE YOU WE LIVE I'M THE SAME DAMN CITY BYE OMG and she matches my crack head humour *cough* tHe gRoUp *cough* so yes another amazing hooman bean.

@sweetlyjaem she SIMPED WITH ME AMEN-

@ppangjae literally one of my biggest inspos for writing, I read seven letters and was inspired to pick up little princess again after it was sitting dying in a dark corner of google Docs for three days. Alex is so sweet, she didn't mind my chaotic awkward ass, and dealt with the long ass asks and the dozen of messages I sent her.

@kdongyoung ro is so sweet and chaotic I love it. Her edits are *chefs kiss* and she made my beautiful header which I will flex everytime I get the chance. We've not talked that much, but I still love you okay.

Moots I wanna know better-@jungwooisms @du0tine @moonttaeil @fruityutas @ooyoungs

I LOVE YOU ALL AND THANK YOU BYE

[ladyonfire28]

Noémie Merlant: "I remember very well the pride I felt on the red carpet."

One year ago, Portrait of a Lady on Fire, by Céline Sciamma, won the Best Screenplay Award at the Cannes Film Festival. The actress, who gives the lines to Adèle Haenel, looks back on the events that accompanied her contribution in this sensual, feminist film, made of glances, painting and flames. To be seen this Tuesday, May 19 on Canal+

Noémie Merlant remembers precisely July 14, 2018. That day, she went to her third audition for Portrait of a Lady on Fire, the new film of Céline Sciamma, in the presence of the director. At the end of her audition, the director said, "it's for you.” “My mind was so confused that I couldn't understand what she was telling me," said Noémie Merlant laughing. “I felt both a tremendous pressure and a tremendous desire because I measured the importance of the film and the role.”

The actress, who’s now 31 years old, seen in Curiosa, Heaven Will Wait and Paper Flags was thus chosen to be Marianne in Portrait of a Lady on Fire, and to play, with Adèle Haenel, two of the most beautiful film heroines of 2019, and certainly the most beautiful couple of women. Marianne, the painter in the carmine red dress who must secretly capture from memory the features of Heloise, who was promised to an arranged marriage.

In the staging of this incandescent lesbian love in the middle of the 18th century, the two actresses have irradiated the Cannes Film Festival. Contacted by phone while she was confined in her apartment in the 15th arrondissement of Paris ("in the street where I was born!") Noémie Merlant looks back on the few months that separated her from the ascent of the staircase, and the fever that gripped the Croisette after the film viewing.

"When I discovered the film, I couldn't talk. I felt dizzy from what I'd seen."

From the filming, which took place between Quiberon and la Chapelle-Gauthier, in Seine-et-Marne, Noémie Merlant keeps the memory of a special moment, suspended in time, "very cocooning. The atmosphere was very much like the one in the movie. We lived in a benevolent cocoon created by Celine Sciamma, a mixture of strong friendships that were beginning to emerge, of creation and artistic exchanges. I quickly felt a very strong sense of cohesion in the team." After seven weeks of shooting and several others of editing, Noémie Merlant discovers the result of their efforts. "I knew what we had done was going to make a great film, but when I found out, I couldn't speak, I felt dizzy from what I'd seen, what I'd participated in. A very strong sensation, which I could express later by walking down the street with Celine for a long time afterwards.”

In April, the team learns about the selection of Portrait of a Lady on Fire in competition at the Festival of Cannes, the first time for the director, who is a regular on the Croisette, after Water Lilies at Un certain regard (2007), Girlhood at La Quinzaine des Directeurs (2014) and My life as a Courgette, an animated film by Claude Barras that she co-wrote, also selected for La Quinzaine in 2016.

Looking back, Noémie Merlant realizes how "lucky" she was to be surrounded by people who knew the ins and outs of the world's biggest film festival, where all eyes would be on them. "Adèle is used to it, she was my guide. She keeps a certain distance from the event and its "big masquerade" side. If Cannes is also a place to have fun, we kept in mind why we were there. We knew what was at stake and the importance of this selection, and the fact that we were very close to each other made it easier for me to meet the Festival.”

"There was a burning feeling abroad about the film, a great expectation from the audience"

On May 19, 2019, the film crew, a magnificent band of women dressed in black or navy blue, walks the steps on the exhilarating female chorus that can be heard in one scene, composed by Celine Sciamma's lifelong friend, Para One, with Arthur Simonini. A moment of great intensity for Noémie Merlant. "I remember very well the pride I felt on the red carpet. The pride of having contributed to a film that speaks so well of love and sorority.”

At the end of the screening, the film was greeted by nearly ten minutes of applause, notably in front of Marina Foïs and Claire Denis. Noémie Merlant, her eyes filled with tears, embraces Adèle and savors this moment that will become unforgettable. "When the whole Grand Théâtre Lumière stands up and applauds, it's impressive, and I might only experience it once in my life," she whispers. Then comes the time of the party given for the film, and several hours of meetings with the press from all over the world. "Intense days. I'd never done interviews before, with a lot of small formats that tire you out before the longer meetings." The film was awarded the Screenplay Prize, a small disappointment for the director. "Céline made us come back to Cannes so we could live things together until the end. Of course, we would have liked to get more, especially in terms of directing. That's what struck me the most when I discovered the film. Its sobriety and elegance. But the trophy for the screenplay remains, of course, a very nice prize."

Portrait of a Lady on Fire was released in France four months after its screening in Cannes, and achieved an average score in theaters: it drew a little over 310,000 spectators, but was a real hit internationally, with more than 1.3 million admissions in 36 countries. 

“There was something burning around the film abroad, a great expectation from the audience, seized by this love story. This film carries a different voice, and allows it to be heard. Before working with Celine Sciamma, I had never heard of "male gaze" and "female gaze". Portrait of a Lady on Fire allows these important discussions, without any violence, only as an invitation to an another point of view." The film has particularly ignited the lesbian community, which has finally been able to identify with an other imaginary, different from what is usually represented on screen.

On Adèle Haenel's speech to Mediapart in November or the last evening of the César awards, Noémie Merlant prefers not to express herself, even if she stills says that she "admires her courage", and thinks back on this evening as "a movement, a renewal, a reconstruction". Of which the actress is certainly a part.

[jadenthehybrid]

Time to Go || Self-Para

Jaden casually strolled through his empty villa for perhaps the fourth time, doing one last sweep of the property to ensure he’d collected all his most valuable belongings. He’d leave behind the furniture for whoever decided to live here next. He had no need for it, already owning more than enough in any other home he had and the capacity to buy new, if he had to. 

He’d managed to fit his extensive wardrobe into one suitcase, thanks to a little magic, along with a few other possessions he didn’t want to leave behind. “Looks like that’s everything,” he mused to himself. 

The hybrid couldn’t believe he was finally leaving Krovs. Finally returning to normal life. He’d dreamed of this day since he’d first landed himself in slavery almost four years ago exactly. And now...

Why did it feel so bittersweet? 

It seemed ironic to admit that Jaden would miss Krovs. He definitely wouldn’t miss going from upperclass businessman to a powerless slave. No, he’d miss some of the people here, the friendships and relationships he’d built. He felt terrible leaving Artagan behind, but he knew the other fae had Lovell and Eris. New friends, like Asha and Conall, he’d certainly miss. The hardest one to say goodbye to had been Hunter. What had started as a casual friends with benefits scenario had turned into something much more over the recent years. God damn it, he’d miss him the most, but he knew they’d visit each other soon. It always seemed the two of them started moving into the territory of more than friends just when they had to separate. One day they’d get their timing right. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he quickly whipped it out, smiling at the familiar flutter of butterflies in his stomach from the notification. His old master, Bjorn, was looking for him, wondering when he’d be arriving. He couldn’t wait to see him again, he’d missed him dearly since he’d left the castle. Sometimes he wondered why he hadn’t left with Bjorn; he’d gained the freedom to do so a little over a year ago. 

Jaden swiped the screen to unlock it, answering him right away: Leaving soon. Be there in a few.

Sweden, of course, was only first on his many stops outside of Krovs. He owed his dear friend Kang a surprise proper visit in Paris. And his parents in New York would be happy to see him as well. For someone who enjoyed a grand and luxurious adventure, he couldn’t wait to go home again. 

He’d said his goodbyes to the people he’d wanted, and wrapped up everything at Illuminations – within Krovs anyway. His magic shop would now become a well-known chain for all magic users and supernaturals around the world as he expanded his business across the globe. He had nothing else left to do except summon the portal out of here. 

Jaden grabbed his single suitcase and headed outside, taking one last look at the castle on the mountains in the distance. Funny how a place meant to breed fear, horror, and trauma had such a beautiful view. It felt strange to say he’d miss this place. But he knew he needed to leave for the sake of his own happiness. He had so much left to do and see in the world rather than resign himself to the place he’d been held prisoner for years. 

A flick of his wrist and a flash of gold summoned a shimmering magic portal before him. Jaden glanced back at the view of the castle against the setting sun again and smiled small to himself. “So long, Krovs,” he said, his smile fading ever so slightly. 

Gripping his luggage tight, Jaden looked through the portal and grinned at what awaited him on the other side. He stepped through and disappeared from the street of Krovs Town, the portal sealing shut behind him.