#para: dani

[wmu-cedes]

Mercedes glanced at Dani for a moment, thinking about some chips and guac. She liked it back home just fine, being in Mexico, Mercedes was sure it'd be 10x better. She licked her lips and nodded, "Hell yeah I'm down, gorgeous." She replied with a giggle, gently moving some of Dani's hair off of her shoulder. "I'm having a rum and cola - is your drink real limey? I'm not a big fan of lime."

"Listen, if there's anything I can do right now, it's drink. Plus, I'm still hungry and thinking about chips and guac. Are you down?" Dani said with a smile, excited to see her friend having fun and relaxing in one of her favorite places on the planet. "I can walk you back to your hut, too. What are you having? I'm living for this lime marg." The brunette murmured with a smile,

[henessy]

dios sí son

[vomichi]

"Descuida, nunca supiste qué hacer con todo el amor que te di, y yo ya no estoy para tus dudas ni tus juegos mentales. Me quedó claro que no soy lo que buscas, y está bien. Te deseo lo mejor, de verdad. Sé la inspiración de alguien más, vive, ama, ríe… que mientras tú encuentres tu felicidad, yo aprenderé a buscar la mía. Pero no es sano seguir aferrándome a un ‘quizás’. Hoy, en silencio, me despido de ti, aunque nunca lo sabrás. Esta será la última vez que escribo pensando en nosotros. Sí, un domingo… como si el universo supiera que tenía que ser hoy. Cuídate mucho, mi Dan. Que tengas un hermoso viaje, una vida llena de amor y risas. Adiós, mi amor, adiós para siempre."

[42bakery]

Dani's career could have ended before it had even started. After he won the Spanish Minimoto championship (1998 prototype category), it was time he moved to 125cc bikes, but unfortunately, his parent couldn't afford it.

They talked about it and Dani accepted it was not possible, so he was going to switch to bikes (also a passion of his). It was a friend of his dad theo one who brought the attention to add for the Movistar Activa Joven Cup, and that changed their life.

Dani wasn't elegible because the minimum age was 14 and Dani didn't had them (half a year away from that age). Apart Dani didn't know how the gearbox worked as the minibikes worked with gas, so actually him going there was going to be a complete disaster according to Antonio. However, Dani was the only one, from the 6000 applicants, that send a press dossier, which impressed Alberto. That made him talk with Carmelo Ezpeleta and they decided that if Dani had caught Puig's eyes, the age shouldn't be a problem. So Dani was included into the pre-selection.

Young Dani and the selection event at the Jarama (Madrid) ahead of the first Movistar Joven Activa Cup.

Dani didn't beleive it at first, and even when he was on the bike for the first time it was so surreal. It was at a big circuit and he felt it was like an highway. Alberto nearly regatead it because Dani was so small, but a look at Dani's face make him continue. Dani really wanted to be there, no one was forcing him.

Dani at the first test for the Movistar Joven Activa Cup

Dani was very small, and they had to help. They needed people who hold the bike for him, and the didn't start from the exit of the pit-lane. Nonetheless, Dani did test the Honda bike for the promotional cup. People where questioning if it was okay for Dani to keep going, but Alberto had no doubt, Dani was going to do the test.

Dani wasn't fast, but he positioned the bike where it needed to be and he was already a smooth rider. Added to that, it was Dani's first time on a big bike and in a big track, but he was showing promise. Dani was included among the participants of the 1999 Movistar Joven Activa Cup and it was mostly Puig's personal bet because Dani wasn't among the best.

One of the things that impressed the most Alberto after he started to coach Dani (among other riders) is that he analyzed everything that was told to him. But he also learned and tried to made things like he was told, like turning or using the gears as suggested.

Source: Dani Pedrosa, elegido para ganar (Dani Pedrosa chosen/handpicked to win) from Teledeportes or MotoGP. It's also in DAZN Spain under the name El origen del samurái (The origin of the samurai)

[pensat-i-fet]

[kevotsuka]

Algunas fotos de Dani cuando corria en la Movistar Activa Joven Cup, luego en el Campeonato de España de Velocidad (CEV, que luego paso a ser el FIM-CEV y actualmente el JuniorGP) y de 125cc y 250cc.

Como ves, Dani corrió de azul con e soporte de Honda y Repsol, pero el sponsor principal del proyecto es Telefonica/Movistar y sus colores son el azul

un jovencito tan apuesto en azul! espera, él es tan lindo que necesito un momento para recuperarme alguna vez 🥺

y los brackets me están asesinado, realmente adoro ver jovenes con brackets jsjsjsjs 💞

gracias por esto, atesoraré estas imagenes con todo mi corazón (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

[wmufranniefabray]

closed starter. 🌴 dani/frannie

date: wednesday 20th march. location: hut no1

Returning from the beach, Frannie made her way inside of the hut while simultaneously running a tangle comb through her wet hair. The sea had caused her hair to go wavy, with small curls forming as it dried. When she spotted Dani in the hut, too, Frannie gave a small smile across at her in greeting. "Hey!" The two of them hadn't properly spoken yet, alone, since they had arrived, and Frannie felt relieved that they had bumped into each other like this when the hut had been empty. "How are you?"

[kircket]

CABALLERIZAS, con @danielletylr

“No sé si es la luz o qué, pero hoy me veo más bonite que de costumbre.”

Su concentración se ve interrumpida por el breve momento en que su compañera suelta el comentario y ella lo recibe, escapándosele una ligera risa como un resoplido por las narices. "Siempre te ves bonita," comenta, de buen humor, permitiéndose la distracción no solo de la tarea, pero de la ansiedad asociada a cumplirla. Era justo el tipo de misiones que deberían dársele bien, dado su propensión al detalle. Palabra clave: debería. "Te veo muy tranquila, también," aunque podía ser solo una ilusión. De todos modos, espera que sea verdad. "¿Crees que sea posible encontrar esos objetos?"

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

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[c-ovarrubias]

[mary9777]

Mensaje sobre de mi seguidora amiga Daniela:

@mary9777 si yo dije qe: hola Dani, ya te vi que lo vistes de los videos de mi amigo Steve Benites @kitcasey177 ella lo dice q: Oh que bueno, un momento eres Marry? yo pensaba que habías muerta y enterada o sea no estás muerta solo sigues viva y tu cuantos años tienes, marry? @mary9777 yo dije que: cuantos que yo tengo? Tengo 26 años y cresi de adulta, No estoy muerta solo tengo vida y estoy viva hasta no tengo cancer, y tu q tienes algo sobre de ti la verdad personal? @kitcasey177 ella dice que: Tengo discapacidad de expeto autista, también tengo 14 años nací en 2010 y tu, marry en que año naces? @mary9777 yo dije qe: Naci en el año 1998 en perú. un momento tienes autismo, a caso soy tu amiga o que? @kitcasey177 ella lo dice de qué: Sí, quieres ser mi nueva amiga y fan? @mary9777 yo dije que: Oh claro que sí, Dani... @kitcasey177 con caras: :D 🥰🥰🥰

[gaussmultimedia]

La Hauss. Curso Online de Especialista en Inteligencia Artificial para Creativos 2023-24. Proyecto final de Daniel Medina Bermúdez: Before Sunrise.

[42bakery]

Rare teen Dani shirtless enjoying Kualalumpur.

And his disgusted face after tasting the cocktail.

[vampiricvenus]

Let's help Fadel heal and evacuate!

Verified! #197 on this spreadsheet.

I was contacted by Fadel, a third-year student in Information Technology. Him and his family have been displaced 5 times already. Not long ago, he and his family were injured in an attack amongst the rubble that used to be their home. They were almost martyred.

Him and his family were transferred in extremely dangerous conditions to a hospital in southern Gaza after that. Once there, the doctors were able to remove some of the shrapnel from Fadel's body, but there' were still shrapnel stuck inside me that they's more they could not remove. The surgery he needs is very complicated and cannot be performed there due to the lack of medical resources.

Now he lives in constant intense pain. He needs to leave Gaza as soon as possible. The cost for travel is €7,000, and then there's €3,000 for the treatment he needs.

We can do this!! Fadel's goal is a lot smaller than most other campaigns and his hasn't surpassed even the first thousand euros!

€538/€10,000

[wmufranniefabray]

“I set up the blanket fort. The password to get in is three words.” (flashback)

july 18th, 2018 -- fabray residence.

The rain had been relentless, hammering; slamming; smashing against the ground in an utterly unforgiving pace. No one had really suspected it. Weather channels had predicted 'a slight chance of rain', but this? This was a lot. It was more than a lot. A dark smudge of a sky was all that Frannie could make out as she stared out of the window, watching each drop fall carelessly. One after the other after the other after the other. She had never liked the rain. Rain symbolised a...restriction, in her mind. Rain meant that going outside, escaping from the four - or millions - of walls inside their home wasn't socially acceptable anymore. Rain meant that her Daddy, Papa Russell Fabray, was furious because it had ruined his favourite jacket. Rain caused irritation, confusion, confrontation, cancelled plans, headaches, car accidents, delays...The list could continue. On and on and on. Just like the rain, as it splashed against Frannie's window. Forget pathetic fallacy, Frannie despised the rain because it ruined everything. Her plans had to be cancelled, obviously. Those plans included a blanket fort, huddled together with Dani. They built one whenever they were alone together. It was their secret attempt at blocking out the noise of the rest of the world so that they can be together. Together in peace. In the stillness and calm of each others gazes. All of the other bullshit - rain, included - could be forgotten about. Except now that couldn't happen. Her Mother had determined, in her opinion, it was unsafe to drive to Dani's house. "Francesca, darling. You have a phone call." Judy called out, interrupting Frannie's thoughts as she stared into the nothingness of the outdoors. "It's Dani." Judy whispered, covering part of the phone as her face frowned, ever so slightly. "She's ever so interested in talking to you, isn't she? Doesn't the girl have any hobbies outside of bothering you?" Her heart had leapt at the news - of course it had, it was Dani. This was the girl who had consumed Frannie's thoughts, prayers, dreams, hopes and diary entries for years. This was the girl for Frannie. Letting her Mother's comments slide, Frannie slipped out of her seat by the window and walked across the room, taking the phone without a word. "Thank you, Momma." She said simply, her attention now fully on gaining a little privacy to speak to her friend. Friend, hah. That's funny. Once the room was empty, Frannie found a small corner of her bedroom to curl into, bringing her knees to her chest as she raised the telephone to her ears. "Dani?" She whispered, her words barely coming out. "Can you hear the rain? Isn't it mad?" Her body felt tense, built up with anticipation. "I'm so sorry we can't see other tonight. All I keep thinking about is how much fun we would have had." Tears threatened to prick at her eyes but she fiercely blinked them away. This wasn't the first time her parents had tried to cancel her plans with Dani out of fear about their increasingly close friendship. It certainly wouldn't be the last time, either. It went on and on and on and on.

[mikuzsoy]

Asiente. “Eso sería interesante. ¿Has ido a lugares así?” preguntó con un poco de curiosidad, queriendo saber un poco de la contraria. “Apuesto que deben realizar un par de misiones en las islas Fiji” bromeó. Para ser alguien con tanto dinero, e imperio detrás de su nombre, no viajaba mucho a lugares de ese estilo, puede ser que él mismo no se dedicaba a descansar y darle un respiro a su cuerpo. “Mhm, puede sonar cliché, pero va con el hecho que somos rusos, tú sabrás problemas del pasado” con eso puede dar por finalizada su conversación. No es mucho hablar de su familia, y menos de sus hermanes, pero no quiere soltar más información. Sus padres son buenos, pero los traumas familiares fueron claros, especialmente cuando Mikhail nació ya no había mucho espacio para criar un niño con tanta energía y sus padres ya andaban en lo máximo de su imperio, pero al final del día sabía que habían tratado de hacer todo lo posible para criarlo. Relamió sus labios, y luego se encogió de hombros. "Eh, bueno. Es que tampoco iba a seguir ahí, con una pierna totalmente hecha de metal" replicó bromeando, ante las palabras ajenas. "Pero, tampoco me puedo quejar. No necesito la jubilación, así que suelo donarla totalmente, porque hay muchos que no reciben demasiado" Mikhail era de una familia de millonarios, el dinero no era el problema y hasta sus seres queridos se habían alegrado cuando dejó todo atrás, porque el pequeño de la familia volvía a los brazos de sus padres. "Pudo haber sido peor, porque algunos terminan hasta con extremidades robóticas y terapia de por vida" le cuenta, ante los documentales y experiencias que vivió. Alzó sus cejas y luego frunció el ceño, cuando escuchó la historia ajena. Aburrida. Esperaba un poco más de acción. "Interesante, creo" fue lo único que pudo soltar. ¿Qué más iba a decir? Pudiera mentir, pero no tenía ganas. "Digo, tu típica historia de caídas" agregó de manera rápida. Suspiro. "¿Una paloma?" sonó extremadamente confundido. "Bueno, eso suena hasta un poco místico, como si lo hubieran sacado de una obra literaria" admitió. @danielletylr

Hizo una mueca de disgusto ante aquello. El ballet era bonito, sí, ¿pero valía la pena el costo que cobraba al cuerpo del bailarín? Supuso que ellos pensaban que sí. Dani estaba de acuerdo con el contrario, que era algo horrible— Bueno, con todo lo que nos hacen viajar con la academia, tal vez pronto nos toque una playa o algo. Ahí podrás ver si las noches cálidas se te dan bien —y supuso que ayudaría a discernir si era algo mental, o una reacción puramente física. Oyó en silencio al contrario, guardando información como llegaba, e intentando ordenarla un poco. Silbó por lo bajo— Tremendo historial traes, eh. ¿Una familia muy estresante? —la suya, al menos la que recordaba, había sido una bendición. Siempre se sentía agradecida por ser parte de los Taylor. Se preguntó si todo ese estrés del contrario había sido en parte causa de su "golpe", o si no había tenido que ver. Una historia jodida, la del contrario, pero Dani se mantenía curiosa aún así. Se le ocurrió pensar que había bastantes ex-militares en la academia. Ah, no recordaba, tampoco. Realmente eran trauma buddies. Pero lo de muchos heridos sí picó más curiosidad, pausando un momento para considerarlo. ¿Habría sido en la milicia? Su salida de ella, tal vez, definida por ese evento que no recordaba. ¿Lo había causado él? ¿O había sido un espectador, o un héroe? Se guardó teorías para sí, pero las tendría muy presentes, a pesar de no cambiar actitud al contrario—. Ah, así que saliste con heridas, traumas de por vida, pero al menos con una buena jubilación temprana. No sé si es un trato tan equitativo —dijo, poniendo gracia en su tono como para no hacerlo algo serio—. ¿Yo? Y es que de accidentes, sólo recuerdo uno, y es el aburrido y sin traumas atados —ah, pero igual se aclaró la garganta y se irguió como si fuese a contar la historia más emocionante—. Imagíname, de diez años, escalando un árbol alto para rescatar una pelota perdida. Tengo puestos esos zapatitos bonitos pero que poco agarre tienen para escalar... —hizo una pausa, antes de sonreír burlona—. La historia acaba con un brazo roto, pero con la pelota salvada de las garras del árbol —todo para distraer de la verdadera historia, aquella que no pensaba contar, con las consecuencias que había llevado a su vida—. ¿Ideas? Pistas, es lo que me gustaría tener. Lo único que sabemos es que apareció una linda paloma sobre el castillo al final. Si eso no es una firma, no sé qué lo es.