#perals

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[joenateuser]

Nuno Gallego | Strongman era with the boys 😎 (via instagram)

[morgan-n-cheese-91]

People I think would be a part of Master Windu's book club:

● Ponds - whether he likes it or not he's there for the soom (space zoom) calls and he gets the interesting parts read aloud to him (he's the biker bf to Mace's booktok girly gf)

● Cody - joined bc he was bored during his brief stint in the 91st, but has since become invested. has his own secondary club amongst the 212th command staff

○ Obi-Wan - reads over Cody's shoulder, inputs his opinions when stealing Cody's soom call snacks

● Fox - his vibes for a book club are immaculate. was offered a spot soon after posting, has the hottest takes

● Bly - joined after reading over Cody and Fox' shoulders while on leave, begged to join, has some of the most indepth takes on the books, also a hopeless romantic

○ Aalya - simular to Obi-Wan, reads over Bly's shoulder, adds thoughts when relevant

● Master Ti - strong willed booktok girly, is the reason they read "Where the Crawdads Sing" and "The Woman in Cabin 10"

● Master Che - joined for the book recommendations, stayed for the gossip

● Madame Nu - founding member

● Kit - has the same book vibes as Mace but more high energy, brings the best snacks for in person meetings

People banned from Mace Windu's Bookclub:

● Yoda - grandmaster crimes + troll + old = banned

● Anakin - this club is Mace's restbute from that lineage's insanity, he barely tolerates Obi-Wan joining over Cody's shoulder

● Depa - Mace does not want to know what his child thought of "A walk to Remember" or "The Girl with the Pearl Earring"

[sergeantoofy]

Tis is done

To the shrine you go

[justmuscle4u]

Antonio Peral Sánchez 🇲🇽

[clarkkantagain]

juan perales, marti cordero and nuno gallego

[perhapsisuppose]

the fact pearlina made it to 54th on the top 100 ships of tumblr 2024 is an absolute win

[box-dwelling]

I'm in a head canon mood so ace attorney characters and their caffeinated beverages of choice

Phoenix: coffee if he's at work. Energy drinks of he's not.

Miles: tea, obviously, and he's obnoxious about it. I do think he will submit to coffee if he's really really tired though.

Maya: she'd say herbal tea. In reality it's a lot of soda.

Gumshoe: a coffee man of ever I saw one. He puts milk and sugar in though because he doesn't like the taste otherwise

Franziska: she had an insane order with a million specifications and she gets mad if it's wrong in any way at all

Pearl: fancy Starbucks coffee of the season. She has coffee mornings there with Maya and they try them out. That's the only time she's allowed caffeine because she gets hyper

Mia: coffee but she's not picky. Milk no sugar

Godot: do I even have to say?

Apollo: coffee but absolutely no preference beyond that

Trucy: teas, I think Miles taught her how to be snobby about it as well

Ema: that woman shot guns those cold espresso shots and redbull back to back daily

Klavier: frapaccinos. But if he's prepping for a gig it's herbal tea.

Kristoph: takes caffeine pills instead because hes paranoid about his drink being spiked because that's what he would do.

[mrsoharaa]

You steadily place your mahogany heeled foot upon the metallic touch of your highest ranking, and childhood friend's knee cap armor. A curled smile insinuates graciously along your flawless skin, hands gently yet, steadily nestled on the curves of your covered hips.

Watching lidded irises of beautiful mauve carefully, slowly gaze up at you with perked intrigue and coy. Gloved, cold metallic hands delicately fold over the mount of your ankle of your boot, gradually gliding up the valley pathway to the first button. You tilt your head slightly to your right, glimmered eyes pouring down into those glorious pools of entangled infatuation and allure. Studying the careful lean of his body moving forward towards your knee, his right hand softly brushing away the soften material of your silky dress to the side as his lips find purchase at the starting point of your bare knee.

All while holding eye contact with you, his hand that subtly fans your gorgeous dress from your plush skin, tenderly caresses over the exposed delicate flesh of your thigh.

Your breath hitches when you feel the mixed temperatures of his searing, pliable lips and the brisk, brittle touch of his armor seep into your skin with every, careful touch.

You weave your left hand through his long, breath taking raven tresses. Tugging and combing ever so intently and carefully to meet his steady, concentrating gaze.

"My dearest, loyal knight...how is it that you tend to me oh, so softly, hm?" your sweet voice entrances the tenderly engaging knight kneeling before you. Plants his lips one last time against your knee, up to the more supple, softest plump of flesh of your upper thigh. Halting just right at the bridge of your adorable, white laced garter cutely hugging around the soften, inviting flesh. He smiles with a tinge of coy as he breathes lowly, warmly against your trembling, perfect skin.

Both of his armored hands diligently holding around the dainty flesh, eyes intently studying over your beautiful, radiant face. His left hand stays still just beneath the supple skin, holding it close to his warm lips as the right soothes up to the curves of your clothed waist.

"For someone as lovely and as breath takingly beautiful and delicate such as yourself, My lady...I would tend to you as though you were made of the finest of delicacies...flourish and cherish to you like the rarest of flora amongst the land...mend to you like you were the only treasure I desperately acquire..." his smooth, rasp tone lures you in deeper into his captivating allure and longing. Breath hitching more audibly with every subtle glide of his hand and lip placement with every muttered poetry spilling from those intoxicating lips of his.

"S-Suguru..."

His heart plummets fiercely against his solid, armored chest from the breathy sound of his name wafting off from the plush, rose colored lush of lips of yours. Placing yet another ghost like kiss to your skin. His eyes lingering onto your face a bit more longer then intended, weighted palms grasping along your tempting canvas with dire need and security.

[xinganhao]

I think i have a soft spot for your seungcheol works.

i genuinely felt the emotions of the female lead in your new reverse trope content of scoups and omg i folded your a really great writer and i aspire to be you like you one day🥹

In addition to that, I bought fruit tea with cherry popping pearls!!! it was from a store called kurimi (its in the ph so you can try it to!) now all i can think about is how your work really tasted it like the drink you have such magic😵‍💫😵‍💫

hi, mahal! thank you for the kind words re: cherry on top (and my cheol work huhu) ˃̣̣̥ヘ˂̣̣̥ i, too, would fold for mafia boss!cheol. if you're ever so inclined, please don't hesitate to share your writing with me <3 and ahhh i haven't tried kurimi yet hehe i will have to visit the branch nearest me 👀 forda cherry boba~ hope you have a good day!

[wakandama2]

I yeah I support women's rights and all but mostly importantly . . . I support Black women's wrongs 😌😌😌

[joenateuser]

Nuno Gallego & Juan Perales via Gallego’s instagram stories

[rac000000n]

[sthenollagniabull]

Antonio Peral Sánchez

IG: antonio_blueshark

[kafkasapartment]

Stone Gossard & Eddie Vedder, Pearl Jam, A Drop IN the Park, Magnuson Park, Seattle, 9/20/92. Charles Peterson. Pigment print on Baryta Photographique Fine Art paper.

[floweroflaurelin]

is the art gallery piece meant to be in an art gallery in s2, or is it meant to be a later era w/ reincarnation/immortal hermes/something? i think it's probably meant to be s2, but the phrasing of the caption is messing with me a little, so i'm not sure. also that piece is so good and the caption hits the heart, i really like the way the light is implied to be shining on hermes' face

Aw yeah!! Okay so my idea with the painting is that it’s up in a gallery in Sanctuary, and it’s one of the paintings made by my sona—when Pixlriffs put that blue painting of mine up in the Museum he said it was “on loan from the Mythical Sausage collection” and was painted by me. And since my sona is a canon character in Sanctuary, I decided in my own head that they’re a resident artist in Sanctuary and they have a studio where they obsessively paint Santa Perla over and over because, y’know, that’s what I’ve been doing irl 😆

The painting is of Saint Pearl cradling a dying old man and giving him peace. Since Saint Pearl was a religious figure in Sausage’s old kingdom— Sausage said they called her the Sunflower Goddess—I figured that all the lore he dropped about her bringing an old man to the Afterlife (smp) herself would’ve been one of the myths of the old kingdom, something my sona would be familiar with. What they and the other residents of Sanctuary don’t know is that the old man in the myth was, in canon, Sausage in a past life! So in the narrative here, that painting exists because my sona painted a myth about Saint Pearl and ended up painting e1!Sausage without even realizing it.

Hermes, though, is the son of a god, and so he’s connected to the divine already. So when he sees the painting in the gallery he’s taken with it—some part of him recognizes the spark of truth in the myth. The blanket draped on old man Sausage is blue—and so is the sleeve on the arm taking Hermes through the gallery, connecting them. Current Sausage is the one walking with him. Hermes can’t put their finger on it, but the old man in the painting is familiar to him. Cause it’s his papa! :D That’s why the light is shining on him like that—it’s their epiphany, their connection with the divine and their father’s past.

Another fun fact about my sona: they’re older than Sausage by nearly a decade! Someday I will draw them in their studio, hair greying, surrounded by canvases covered in sunflowers.