#principe de base

[observatoiredumensonge]

Parlons franchement !

« Le principe de base de la Macronie c’est de nous rendre pauvres pour mieux nous contrôler. » + BONUS Par Sam Suffi Continue reading Untitled

[dietetique-et-delices]

Bruschetta Chaude Asperge-Emmental : Quand Plaisir et Ligne ne font qu'un

😍 Bruschetta Chaude Asperge - Emmental - Béchamel au Parmesan 😍 #bruschetta #asperges #bechamel #parmesan #mangerleger #pertedepoidsdurable #prendsoindetoi #jeveuxmaigrir #mincirensemble #mincirsansregime #kcal #mangersainetbon #perdredeskilos

Bonjour à toutes les gourmandes soucieuses de leur ligne ! Aujourd’hui, je vous propose une recette printanière originale : la Bruschetta chaude asperges, emmental. Imaginez une délicieuse tartine gratinée au four, garnie d’asperges croquantes, d’une béchamel onctueuse au parmesan et d’une couche de fromage fondant. La Bruschetta est une spécialité italienne facile à préparer. Elle se déguste…

[itblackggirl]

Dicas para ajudar você a criar um s/p ou s/o do zero! / Tips to help you create an s/p or s/o from scratch! ♡

pt-br - eng!

"Oh, i love this view! Which view? Your eyes!"

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Olá a todos!!

Vou dividir essa thread nas seguintes partes:

1‐ Físico.

2- Mental.

3- Relacionamento.

4– Hobbies.

5 - Dicas extras.

s/p: specific person ( "cr" )

s/o: significant other ( dr )

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1 - FÍSICO..

Eu acho que uma das partes mais "complicadas" de fazer um s/o / s/p do zero e pensar no seu físico! Isso inclui, aparência, porte físico, altura e etc. Minha dica para isso é: Use personagens de desenhos ou livros!!! Sério, isso ajuda tanto no físico quanto no mental e no relacionamento de vocês (próximo tópico).

Eu por exemplo, usei o Príncipe Naveen como base principal para criar meu s/p! Eu não tinha uma fc 100% igual a ele mas tem um ator que no momento que eu vi, já sabia que era o meu s/p e desde desse dia eu uso ele de fc única do meu s/p.

A parte de porte físico e altura vai de pessoa para pessoa! Meu sp é jogador de basquete profissional, por isso que eu coloquei que ele é alto e tem um porte atlético! Mas você pode mudar e pôr do jeito que quiser, não existem limitações para isso! 😉

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2 - MENTAL..

Chegamos no tópico que para mim, é muito importante!! A parte mental, é de grande importância que você pense bastante em como você quer seu parceiro, não adianta dizer "Ele/a/u é obcecado/a/e por mim e me ama muito!!" Você tem que especificar! Depois que aparece um doido stalker, vem dizer que a culpa é minha!!!

Agora é sério, criem pessoas saudáveis, compreensivas, calmas, pacientes, de preferência que tenham maturidade o suficiente para estar em relacionamento! Alguém mentalmente estável!! Dependência emocional não é bonito, viu? Nada de por que ele/a/u "não vive sem mim", tenham consciência!!

Eu, por exemplo, fiquei bastante tempo nessa parte porque coisas que eu achava "saudáveis" na verdade eram bem problemáticas, recomendo vocês fazerem uma profunda auto investigação antes de criarem seus amores!! Uma relação para funcionar, precisa de duas pessoas 100% mentalmente saudáveis! ☝🏻☝🏻

Outra coisa importante, idade!! Escolham uma idade de boa para vocês se conhecem, onde você já tenha mentalidade e maturidade para estar em um relacionamento, eu como exemplo, vou conhecer o meu sp quando eu tiver 19 e ele 21, porque eu sei que lá eu estarei 100% bem para estar em um relacionamento e ele também.

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3 - RELACIONAMENTO...

Agora vem a parte bonita, como vai ser o relacionamento de vocês??? Como é a dinâmica??? Quem é mais o que??? Tudo isso é importante na hora de produzir essa parte!! Dica: usem casais de desenhos, filmes, séries, livros ou até mesmo músicas (eu fiz e recomendo!!) Eles são os melhores modelos que vocês podem usar se não tiverem em mente como querem o relacionamento de vocês! (Usem casais e músicas com relações saudáveis, pelo amor!)

Minha dinâmica com meu sp é Tiana e Naveen, um pouco de Lara Jean e Peter Kavinsky, Love Maze do BTS, Serendipity do Jimin, Trivia: Love do Namjoon, BTBT do B.I e entre outras!! Nossa relação é algo leve e calmo, algumas vezes é agitada mas não é algo cansativo, eu sempre quis algo calmo então estou satisfeita com a nossa dinâmica!! :(

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4 - Hobbies...

Essa parte é tranquila, se tiver seguido minhas dicas, a personalidade dele já deixa claro os hobbies, você pode colocar que ele/a/u tem os mesmos hobbies que o seu ou diferentes! Vou deixar alguns exemplos aqui:

– Esporte (natação, futebol, tênis...)

– Leitura.

– Jogos digitais.

– Fazer algo artesanal.

– Karaoke (meu hobbie com meu sp ♡)

– Pintura e desenho.

– Culinária.

– Jardinagem.

E entre outros! Fica tudo a sua escolha!! 😉

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5 - Dicas Extras..

– Situação financeira e emprego são coisas para serem colocadas e pensadas!

– Relação entre a família de vocês, se aprovam o relacionamento ou se eles gostam de vocês!

– Relação entre os amigos é SUPER IMPORTANTE! Seus amigos gostam dele/a/u ??? Gostam em que nível?? Se ele curtir alguma foto de alguém do deu grupo, eles vão ficar tirando print e mandando no grupo de vocês para dizer que seu s/p ou s/o não presta?? 🤔 (específico, eu sei! Mas pense em tudo!) 

– Higiene pessoal é de EXTREMA IMPORTÂNCIA!! Você pode pensar que não é necessário, mas anjo kkk é sim. Você não quer ficar perto e nem se relacionar com alguém que não sabe ter higiene básica, não é?

– A fidelidade do seu s/p é importante sim!! Construa alguém com bom caráter e que nunca iria fazer coisas assim.

– Respeite as decisões de ambos quando o assunto for construir uma família!! Apenas mude se tiver certeza disso!

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English Version!

Tips to help you create an s/p or s/o from scratch! ♡

"Oh, I love this view! Which view? Your eyes!"

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Hello everyone!!

I'm going to divide this thread into the following parts:

1- Physical.

2- Mental.

3- Relationship.

4- Hobbies.

5 - Extra tips.

s/p: specific person ( "cr" )

s/o: significant other ( dr )

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1 - PHYSICAL..

I think one of the most "complicated" parts of making a s/o / s/p from scratch is thinking about their physical appearance! This includes appearance, physical build, height, etc. My tip for this is: Use characters from cartoons or books!!! Seriously, this helps both physically and mentally and in your relationship (next topic).

For example, I used Prince Naveen as the main basis to create my s/p! I didn't have a 100% identical FC to him, but there's an actor who, the moment I saw him, I knew he was my s/p and since that day I've used him as my s/p's only FC.

The physical build and height part varies from person to person! My sp is a professional basketball player, that's why I said he's tall and has an athletic build! But you can change it and put it however you want, there are no limits to that! 😉

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2 - MENTAL..

We have reached the topic that is very important to me!! The mental part is very important for you to think carefully about how you want your partner. There is no point in saying "He/she is obsessed with me and loves me very much!!" You have to be specific! After a crazy stalker appears, he/she comes to say that it is my fault!!!

Now seriously, raise healthy, understanding, calm, patient people, preferably those who are mature enough to be in a relationship! Someone who is mentally stable!! Emotional dependence is not nice, you know? There is no reason why he/she "can't live without me", be aware!!

I, for example, spent a lot of time on this part because things that I thought were "healthy" were actually quite problematic. I recommend that you do a deep self-investigation before creating your loves!! For a relationship to work, it needs two people who are 100% mentally healthy! ☝🏻☝🏻

Another important thing, age!! Choose a good age for you to meet each other, where you already have the mentality and maturity to be in a relationship. For example, I'm going to meet my partner when I'm 19 and he's 21, because I know that by then I'll be 100% ready to be in a relationship and so will he.

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3 - RELATIONSHIP…

Now comes the good part, what will your relationship be like??? What is the dynamic like??? Who is more what??? All of this is important when producing this part!! Tip: use couples from cartoons, movies, series, books or even songs (I did it and I recommend it!!). They are the best models you can use if you don't have in mind how you want your relationship to be! (Use couples and songs with healthy relationships, for the love of God!)

My dynamic with my partner is Tiana and Naveen, a bit of Lara Jean and Peter Kavinsky, BTS's Love Maze, Jimin's Serendipity, Namjoon's Trivia: Love, B.I's BTBT and many others!! Our relationship is something light and calm, sometimes it is hectic but it is not tiring, I always wanted something calm so I am satisfied with our dynamic!! :(

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4 - Hobbies…

This part is easy, if you followed my tips, his/her personality already makes his/her hobbies clear, you can say that he/she has the same hobbies as you or different ones! I'll give you some examples here:

– Sports (swimming, soccer, tennis…)

– Reading.

– Digital games.

– Doing something crafty.

– Karaoke (my hobby with my s/p ♡)

– Painting and drawing.

– Cooking.

– Gardening.

And so on! It's all up to you!! 😉

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5 - Extra Tips..

– Sexuality and gender of the person are parts to be thought about too, don't ignore who YOU ​​ARE for someone!

– Financial situation and employment are things to be considered and thought about!

– Relationship between your family, if they approve of the relationship or if they like you!

– Relationship between friends is SUPER IMPORTANT! Do your friends like him/her??? Do they like him/her to what extent?? If he likes a photo of someone in your group, will they take a screenshot and send it to your group to say that your s/o or s/o is no good?? 🤔 (specific, I know! But think about everything!)

– Personal hygiene is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT!! You may think it's not necessary, but angel, lol, it is. You don't want to be around or have a relationship with someone who doesn't know how to maintain basic hygiene, do you?

– Your s/o's loyalty is important!! Build someone with good character and who would never do things like that.

– Respect both of your decisions when it comes to building a family!! Only change if you're sure about it!

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We've reached the end of the thread! I hope you enjoyed it, if you have any questions or suggestions, please send them to me, sorry if there are any errors in the translation! Until next time, kisses!!

Chegamos ao fim da thread! Eu espero que tenham gostado, qualquer dúvida ou sugestão, podem me mandar, perdão se houver algum erro de tradução! Até a próxima, beijinhos!!

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[vacz]

HSJAJAJAJAJAN MUCHÍSIMAS GRACIAS JSKSJAJA

Quería hacer un pequeño contenido extra para explorar un poco mejor el concepto, y dibujar toma mucho más tiempo, así que decidí hacer un one-shot para la ocasión. Muchas gracias por tus palabras, me alegra saber que la pequeña historia te emocionó tanto, SIGNIFICA MUCHÍSIMO ;;;

Le hubiera agregado dibujitos también pero estuve como hasta las 4 de la mañana y ya ese es mí límite- jsjsj. También temia que la narración no fuera la mejor dado a qué mí inglés es medio básico y normalmente no entiendo casi nada en los fanfic en inglés jsjsjs

En fin, ME ALEGRA MUCHÍSIMO que mí narración a pesar de todo te hizo sentir muchas emociones, muchas gracias por tomarte el tiempo de escribir todo eso 🫂💕

"Crazy" || The Hunter AU (ONE-SHOT)

Somewhere lost in the back of time, there is a place where all forgotten histories are told, a mysterious place called "The Unknown"

The days were as lovely as a gradmas's kiss on the cheek, warm and cozy, yet nostalgic and old as you could walk between the trees in almost an eternal autumn

Nights, didn't keep the unknown's majestic nature, but rather the coldness of the darkness itself. Walking through the leaves is not a safe act, as creatures and devils hide in the dark waiting for the next souls to find. Those who grow with the unknown's nature knows that like their own names, but those who don't...

"Excuse me?.... Sir?" They don't know anything.

A person asked a mysterious figure, who was cutting a tree with a axe, and had a lantern on his other hand. As a response, the mysterious one decided to look at them. They lost their words when they felt red and tired eyes looking directly at their soul. Now the person could see clearly how this stranger looked just... Wrong, pretty young but... wrong

"Yes?..." Their voice, it sounded so weak... Like after being destroyed by a tragedy

The state of the boy was deplorable, the person can't just not feel petty for him, his dark eye bags and their dirty clothes warms other's hearts. Despite the situation, this stranger makes their sympathy to wake up

"Do you know how to get back to Massachusetts?"

"Massachusetts?' it seems he never heard about it before

'You know, the state? I-I'm not sure where I am but I know these aren't the forests of Massachusetts" They got a tiny bit nervous "You know, you don't need to know where it is, I just wanna know where I am exactly"

"Oh, well..." He stopped for a moment to think, as a little smile appeared on his face "It may sound a little... Weird... but this place is called... The Unknown."

"The- The unknown? Like the unknown itself?'

The stranger affirmed

"But- The unknown is an abstract concept! that's impossible"

He laughed a little "Oh believe me... In the unknown, the possibilities are endless..." Soon after he said that, he started to pet a lantern so dearly with his palm "Anything can happen in the unknown! Like blessings... And tragedies"

He sounded quite sad in the last sentence, the person tried to change the subject "So this place is basically like a fairytale?"

"I don't think this is that kind of story..." but before the person could say something, he already spoke "But I know how to bring you back home"

"You- you do? I thought you didn't know what Massachusetts even is"

"Oh no, I know about Massachusetts, but I know how to send you right to your home! No pressure no hurry... Fast and easy!" He sounded confident, it was kinda playful from his part

A helpful answer with a charismatic act is enough for a person to be enchanted "Okay okay then, which route should I take?'

"Well... hehe, there are two ways"

"What do you mean two ways?"

He was kind "You can choose one or another, but... If you have problems deciding I can choose one for you"

"I would like to go back home as soon as possible, you could even come with me if you want"

His smile disappeared "... What?"

"Yeah, why not? Sorry but You don't seem very... well or healthy, not to offend of course! But I see you also need some help"

"I need some help?..." It seems it was so shocking to him... And yet, in seconds he made a grin, but his eyes were almost crying "Hah, sure I need help... But I... I can't."

The person looked worried "Why- Why not?"

"Because..." He acted ashamed "Ahg, it's embarrassing to tell you this!"

"No, it's fine! You can tell me whatever you want, I won't judge you..."

"You won't?"

"Of course not! You seem to really need this, man"

"Okay, if you insist..." He clear his throat, it felt like it was something so private for him. Carefully, he gets closer to the person "Did you know... Trees can feel pain?"

The person didn't understand what he was saying "Eh... No?"

He chuckled "That's because it isn't true..." Suddenly, from the disaster of hair he possesses, trapped between the strands he pulled out a rock, with a few hairs left. With a wide grin on his face he got face to face with the person, and screamed "ITS A ROCK FACT!"

And so, he laughed and laughed like a completely maniac in front of their face. The person didn't know what to say, but in their eyes they were regretting all loud. Confused and shocked they remain silent as slowly trying to get away from there, as long the boy kept laughing like a completely lunatic

In one second he looked into their eyes, and his smile dropped

His look feel like a chain back to their interaction, the person couldn't hide that fact. The boy looked at him, his eyes were wide open, the pinkish color on them was almost as bright as the lantern on his hand. The person didn't know what to say, or what even to do, all they did was to remain silent

Suddenly "You said you wouldn't judge me." He didn't sound happy

Even if their mind were white, they tried to at least say something "I don't-" he interrupted

"And you did, in fact, you are judging me right now in this exact instant."

Again, they didn't know what to responde. In that moment the only thing they wanted to do was to leave as soon as possible but, they couldn't just leave... That would be too rude

"Do you know what makes you? A lier, a manipulator"

Finally, that made them actually react "Hey, hold onI was trying to be kind-"

"Tell me, what would you want from me? Going back home of course, you sure were honest with that, and yet you dared to tell me I need some help, and offered me to go with you, but the truth is, you never really care about me, you were just trying to be polite because society teaches you to do so, do you? Not because you are a good person who cares about strangers in deplorable states, but because someone teaches you to do so"

"Hey! Hey! Calm down, I am a good person! I'm just not used to finding people with some mental issues- NO! I mean-"

"Now you call me crazy..."

"No! No like that! You have problems like everyone else and-"

"Ha! Problems like anyone else, yeah sure... you know nothing about me"

"Well it's true that I don't know what happened to you but- hey... I didn't ask your name yet"

"... You wanna know who I am?"

"Uhm.. maybe? I guess I should'

His smiled returned "... Heh, you know... If you have found others before me, once you know who you are talking to, all will make sense!... Promise"

They didn't know where this was going, the person was getting nervous "Rea- really? Are you famous around here?"

He laughed "Well~ when you chase people with an axe you sure make some fame..."

It was just until this moment when the person realized the big axe he had been holding all this time. He noticed, and smiled even more

"Yes, that axe"

The person looked at him for one second, and then just ran

He saw them running away, that really annoyed him "Ahg! I hate when they run." And proceed to chase after them.

Desperation is their guide and their only salvation. They don't know where to go, or even where they are going, just run as fast as their legs allowed them in hopes to get lost from the size of the hunter behind them. His footsteps can be heard clearly from their back, and the light of the lantern exposed both presenses to one another. He hasn't stopped at any moment, while with another new footstep, they feel more and more weak, until they could even collapse. Tears, tears of frustration, fear and more pass through their face and fly away for the wild wind on the running, the desire to scream is powerful but their throat already had enough since moments ago. How long has they been running? It felt like a torture, where time only makes it worse, the intent starts feels useless as is like they are trying to avoid the inevitable

Then, for a moment they dared to look back

Soon the urge to scream came back. They feel something jumping from behind, it pushes them down to the dirt. The pain of the fall is nothing compared to the fear of who is over them now. He was grabbing their wrists with unspeakable force, no matter what they tried, they couldn't come off. The constant intents were starting to make him angry

"Stop! Just STOP please! It's useless now! I know it's horrible but you are only making this harder for both of us!" He tried to calm them down, while trying to find a way to immobilized them completely "Look! I told you to get back home, right? well this is the way! For going back home you need to perish in this forest! Huh!?"

"I'm not that stupid!"

That broke him off

"YES YOU ARE."

Without any warning, they felt a sudden pain in their face. It wasn't that bad, compared to the others that came after that. Cuts, to their arms and legs, torso, neck and face, he would not listen to the screams, crying or the begging, no matter the echo they made through the trees, he knows no one would even dare to come closer, no one would come to save them and that was a relief. Blindly, penetrating their skin with the edge of metal, over and over again, in any place and any zone of their body, no part to waste until he makes sure they are no longer breathing... Or until he feels better

Once the deed was done, Red was the only thing they left in this world. He had some red over him, and an awful lot in the axe. Wirt found himself breathless

"Ah... Ah... Ha... Haha! Hahahaha! HAHAHAHAHA!"

A twisted laugh came from his mouth, yes, but in his eyes were tears falling all over his face.

For all the running they did, Wirt had the fortune to found a river with clean water. Now he was washing his hands, the red abandoning his fingers to paint the water as he watched out for the lantern as his side, making sure it doesn't fall into the river

Wirt always avoids looking at his reflection, mirror or water, he can't imagine how gruesome he must look right now, and doesn't wanna know. He feels foolishness from crying, because he was told 'Humans are trees meant for the oil, and the oil is meant for Greg' The Beast teaches him to avoid all human contact and relationships, so he doesn't get hurt by the petty feelings of sympathy and guilt

It wasn't the first time he did that to someone, sadly he knows it wouldn't be the last, and that person wasn't the most pleasant either... Yet, he needed to apologize

"Sorry for that Greg, you should see that kind of stuff" When he was finishing the hunting, Wirts left Greg in the roots of a tree... In front of everything. Wirt feels so irresponsible. However Greg doesn't seem to be upset with him "'Its okay Wirt, just please be more careful next time!'" and Greg being a supportive brother, maybe a little too much for someone like Hunter. The words of that person are still trapped inside his mind and it won't leave alone his thoughts "yeah you are right, I mean who is this guy to tell me if I, you know, crazy! Ha..."

"Greg, do you think I'm crazy?" Wirt was genuinely worried, he didn't want to admit in front of someone else but he could no longer deny it, it really got him this time. And once again, Greg thinks his answer "Mmmm I don't think so Wirt, but hey! Many geniuses were called crazy too! Like Albert Einstein, Edgar Allan Poe, Nikola Tesla and more! If someone tells you that you are crazy then it's a compliment!"

"Ah compliment, huh?" He didn't though it like that before...

"So Guess they were right..." He is done washing his hands

'I am crazy"

The end.

[shadowdaddies]

Pas de Deux

Azriel x Reader

Summary: As the principal ballerina at Starlight Ballet Theatre, you never expected to enter into a romantic relationship with the Spymaster of the Night Court, or how it would change your life.

Word Count: 2.6k

Based on this ask. 🩶

Warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of blood

You hissed at the pain of peeling off your pointe shoes, feet bloodied and aching from tonight’s performance. The holiday season leading up to Solstice was always a popular time for the people of Velaris to visit the ballet. As principal dancer of the Starlight Ballet Theatre, you’d been dancing two shows a day during this season, your aching muscles protesting your every step as you bid everyone a good night.

Shoving through the back door, you stumbled into the snowy street. The icy cold against your sore feet sent a jolt of pain through your body, and you stumbled, slipping along the icy cobblestone street. Your feet flew in the air, your back headed for the pavement when strong, warm arms caught you.

You huffed a nervous breath, trying to register what had just happened when you looked up to see the most beautiful male you had ever seen. Hazel eyes focused on you in concern, onyx waves of hair falling in the winged male’s face as he held you.

You blushed under his intense gaze, interrupting the trance the both of you seemed to be in in that moment. Clearing his throat, the male returned your blush as he set you back on your feet.

“Thank you, for that,” you laughed nervously, glancing up through your lashes at the intimidating male before you, his kind eyes at contrast with his guarded demeanor, the dark shadows that seemed to follow him. With a startling realization, you recognized him as the Spymaster of the Night Court.

He cracked a small smile, nodding in acknowledgment. “My name is Azriel. You were wonderful tonight,” he admitted, the blush deepening on his cheeks as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

“You watched the show?” you asked, surprised that the famed shadowsinger would visit the ballet.

A small laugh left his lips, a sound more beautiful than any music you had danced to in your life. “I did. I quite enjoy the symphony and the ballet as well.” 

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his words, the thought of commanding Azriel’s attention like this. The thought was apparently too distracting, a gasp escaping you as your feet slipped on the ice once more. Azriel’s arm wrapped comfortably around your waist, holding you up as you regained your footing. Only this time, he didn’t let go. 

You allowed Azriel to walk you home, falling into easy conversation as you found his company to be that of a soft breeze, calm and refreshing. 

Months passed as you got to know Azriel better, growing more attached and drawn to his presence every day. You enjoyed the excitement and stories he brought from his role as Spymaster, and he enjoyed your calm, relaxed personality, which always brought him peace after a trying day. You looked forward to seeing his face in the crowd at your shows, those hazel eyes keeping you grounded and secure.

Today was the weekend matinee for the Spring show, and you inhaled a shaky breath - your nerves growing as the time until curtain call shrank. Peering around the curtain, you looked to Azriel’s regular seat towards the front in search of his comforting presence, but your eyes locked with a different pair that made your heartbeat stutter.

The violet eyes of High Lord of the Night Court met yours, Rhysand lounged comfortably in his seat next to a tense looking Azriel. Your High Lord gave you a small, encouraging nod that soothed your nerves slightly. With a curtsy, you hid back behind the curtains, wondering what this could mean. 

Azriel was yet to introduce you to his family, and now was one Hel of a time to do so. The orchestra struck up their tune, drawing you from your spiraling thoughts as they signaled the beginning of the show. 

As the show came to a close, you mentally thanked the Mother that you miraculously made it through the performance without a mistake. What was Azriel thinking, bringing Rhysand here without a warning?

Gritting your teeth as you bandaged your hurting feet, you shrugged on pants and scowled as you stormed out the side door with a huff. Two faces greeted you, once with an amused smile and glittering violet eyes, the other grinding his jaw as Azriel glanced between you and Rhysand, anger and shame written on his face.

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you,” Rhysand purred, pressing a kiss to your knuckles as he watched you with a feline grin. “Azriel said that we are going for dinner now?”

A low growl sounded in Azriel’s throat, the spymaster practically shaking in anger, fists clenched at his sides. “I said that we,” he paused, gesturing between you and himself, “were going to dinner, Rhys.”

Rhys seemed completely unbothered by Azriel’s ire, shrugging as he picked a piece of lint from his jacket. “Well, Azriel, as you know, I have important matters to discuss with your lovely lady here.”

Your eyes widened in shock, swallowing as you turned to Azriel. He simply sighed in defeat, sending you an apologetic look. “I am sorry that I didn’t have the opportunity to tell you earlier. Rhys has something to ask of you. But you can say no.” Azriel ground out the last words with a near-threatening tone, looking at Rhys as he spoke them.

Again, Rhys maintained his casual composure as he led you into a small restaurant. The space might have felt cozy, with its small interior and green and gold decoration, but as you looked around to find yourselves the only ones inside, worry twisted in your stomach.

Rhys looked over your shoulder, flashing an impossibly charming smile at the female behind you. “Hello, Sevenda. Thank you again for allowing us to dine here this evening.” 

The woman blushed slightly, nodding as she sang her praises to the High Lord, how grateful she was for the honor to serve him. Plates of food were brought out for all of you, the inviting smell at odds with the unease in your stomach.

Azriel’s hand reached for yours under the table, giving a reassuring squeeze before his focus turned to Rhysand. “Alright Rhys, get on with it. Tell her what you want from her, and we’ll be on our way.”

Rhys breathed out a low chuckle, his posture as casual as ever while he scooped generous helpings of food onto his plate, and yours. He leaned back in his seat, swirling a goblet of wine in his hand, studying you for a brief moment.

“The Night Court would like your assistance with an upcoming meeting of the High Lords,” he drawled, carefully watching your reaction. You were frozen in your chair, mind reeling with the possibilities of what place you would have in a High Lords’ meeting.

Rhys continued, setting down his drink as his tone shifted to one more serious. “I will leave it to Azriel’s discretion to fill you in on any details that I decide to leave out of my proposition, but I would like to use your extraordinary talent. You are, arguably, the most talented dancer in Prythian, and I need someone to provide a... distraction, at a gathering soon in the Day Court.”

You nodded, willing your heart to calm as you tried to focus on Rhysand’s words. “A distraction?” you repeated.

The High Lord nodded, taking a sip of his wine. He set it down, swirling his finger along the edge of the glass as he continued. “If you would agree to be the evening’s entertainment for a night, I believe that your talent would captivate our guests while we attend to... other responsibilities.” 

That didn’t sound terrible. It would be considered an honor by many to be able to perform for all the High Lords and Ladies, but the unusual request still made you uncertain. 

You swirled your own wine glass by the stem, making a show of contemplating his proposal. “And why me? Surely, there are many other possible entertainers, or forms of distraction,” you mused.

Rhys gave you a conspiratorial smirk, eyes shining with approval at your questioning. Leaning back in his seat, the male crossed his arms as he nodded to the Spymaster next to you. “Simple. Azriel trusts you. I have seen your skill, how captivating you can be, and that appeals to the person we need to distract. You are the best option for us to accomplish our goal without rousing suspicion. And you are one of very few whom my spymaster trusts.”

Azriel’s shadows swirled protectively around you, the tension visible in his shoulders as the male merely nodded. Turning to you, Azriel held your hand tightly in his. “Please do not feel pressured at all. You do not need to do anything that you do not want to.”

Azriel’s words and the tenderness with which he spoke them were all you needed to hear. Turning to Rhys, you gave a firm nod. “I’m in.”

Two days later, you found yourself in a private room at the Day Court Palace, slipping on your shoes as Azriel paced anxiously by the door. 

“Beron will be seated front and center during your performance. The Autumn Court has an affinity for dance, so he should be especially interested in you.” Azriel practically growled those last words, his temper rising at the mere mention of the High Lord of Autumn. 

Hazel eyes turned towards you, long legs striding towards where you sat on the floor. Azriel crouched down, a scarred hand brushing the side of your cheek, his soft touch at odds with the visible tension he carried. “You just need to distract Beron long enough for Eris to leave the room unnoticed so that he can meet Cassian for the exchange.”

You nodded, giving Azriel an encouraging smile as he helped you to your feet. “I will never let anyone harm you,” he swore, his voice sharp enough that he might as well have carved the promise in stone. 

You leaned up, kissing him softly as you swore, “I’ll be fine.” A knock sounded on the door, interrupting the moment as Rhysand and Feyre passed through the threshold. 

“Are you ready?” Rhys asked, the pure authority in his tone as he addressed you so different from how he’d been the night you met. Smoothing your skirts, you gestured for him to lead the way.

The setup was simple, but the semicircle of chairs in which the High Lords and Ladies were seated so close to you had your heart pumping. Taking your spot on the dance floor in front of them, you gave Beron a shy, alluring smile as you curtsied.

The orchestra began to play, and your body moved effortlessly to the music. Soft wisps of air twirled with you, giving you comfort that Azriel was close by and watching. Your flowing layers of skirts twirled through the air, flaring out like blooming flower petals as you glowed underneath the faelights. 

The entire room was enraptured by your grace, the siren call of your dance. The musical crescendo built, and with it so did your movements, tears building in the eyes of many in the room as you embodied the emotions of the music through movement. 

You had not even noticed Eris’s departure, a realization that brought a slight smile to your face as the plan seemed to be working. Then the violinist struck a wrong chord, the musicians suddenly in disarray as the melody was lost to the wind. 

You continued to push through, dancing in the silence, but as the audience turned to see what was amiss in the orchestra, the air quickly grew thick with tension. Before you could blink, fire encased your ankles, your wrists, your neck, restraining you in place on the floor.

Beron appeared in front of you, a curious look on his face, as the fire grew hotter around your neck. “Would you happen to know where my son is, Little Diversion?” 

Tears stung your eyes at the burn only for a moment before a blast of blue light knocked Beron halfway across the room. 

“Do not touch my mate,” Azriel growled, siphons glowing as he stalked towards the High Lord. You hardly had time to register Az’s words before an Autumn Court guard stepped out from the side, drawing his sword as it cut through the air towards Azriel.

Finding the slit in your skirt, you drew a throwing knife, piercing directly through the center of the male’s wrist. He dropped his sword with a hiss, the male crumbling to the ground as Azriel turned. The Illyrian’s mouth was ajar as he watched you remove another knife from your thigh holster, flicking it into the throat of another approaching guard. 

Hysteria broke out, High Lords and Ladies fighting alongside their allies, Prythian’s political leaders at each others’ throats in front of your eyes. You picked up the sword from the male you’d cut down, standing back to back with Azriel as you battled off the remaining attackers.

As you tried to catch your breath, strong hands spun you around, Azriel’s eyes intense as they searched your blood-stained outfit for any signs of damage. You let the sword drop to the ground - blood splattering as it clinked against the cold floor - and wrapped your arms around Azriel as you pulled him in for a kiss. 

He held you there, arms wound tightly around you as Azriel rested his forehead against yours. “When did you learn to fight like that?” he breathed.

Laughing softly against his lips, you gave him an incredulous look. “You think I could spend my life with a Spymaster without learning how to defend myself?”

Azriel gasped at your words, drawing back as his brow narrowed in confusion. “You knew we were mates?”

You shook your head, the peacefulness you felt at odds with the chaos surrounding you. “I didn’t have to know that we were mates, to know that I am yours. Always.”

Azriel’s eyes lined with tears, your mate pulling you in for another heated kiss when the sound of a throat clearing beside you interrupted the moment. 

Rhysand stood there with Helion, the two High Lords of Day and Night exuding an intimidating amount of power before you. 

“Beron did initiate an attack during an agreed time of peace by his interruption during this meeting, so he will be dealt with accordingly,” Helion announced, granting Azriel a small, reassuring nod. 

“Cassian confirmed the missive exchange went smoothly,” Rhys paused, looking around the wreckage of the room. “Well, it went smoothly on their end.” Violet eyes flicked to you, approval and kindness clear within them. Rhys took Feyre’s hand, his other coming to lightly clap your shoulder as he leaned in to whisper, “good night, sister.”

You blushed, bidding Rhys and Feyre good night before turning back to Helion and Azriel. Helion took your hand in his, pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles, his eyes sparkling. “Azriel knows where my room is, if the two of you find yourselves in need... of anything,” he purred with a wink before striding through the doors.

Azriel groaned, pulling you into his chest. Laying your head there, you allowed yourself to savor his warmth for a moment before taking his hand in yours. With a sly smile, you guided Az out the door. Gesturing to your soiled attire, you winked at Azriel. “I think I could use a bath, if you care to join me, mate.”

In a blink, Azriel had scooped you up bridal style, peppering kisses to your face while he raced to the bath. You laughed, clinging tightly to him as you looked forward to your life with the Spymaster.

[hawkatana]

So, given everything that's happened in recent hours, I thought I might give people who don't know about Gundam some stuff to learn about. Hopefully I can give a balanced and not-racist take like some people.

What is Gundam?

Created by Yoshiyuki Tomino with help by Yoshikazu Yasuhiko and animated by the studio Sunrise (currently Bandai Namco Animation, though I refuse to call them that), the original Mobile Suit Gundam released in 1979 to initially-limited success, though would gain popularity through a combination of fujoshis shipping the characters, the sale of plastic model kits referred to as "Gunpla" and a recut of the series into three compilation movies throughout the early 80's. And as of 2024 is the 66th highest-grossing media franchise of all time, beating out Scooby Doo, Minecraft and the Simpsons.

Also, I'm pretty sure it's what sparked Japanese sci-fi's obsession with O'Neill Cylinders.

The original anime takes place in the year 0079 of the Universal Century, where the Principality of Zeon: a nation composed of orbital space colonies declares a war of independence against the Earth Federation. This "One Year War" has already claimed half the human population by series start and is waged through the use of "Mobile Suits": bipedal mecha powered by a fusion reactor capable of effectively fighting out in the reaches of space.

Main character Amuro Ray is the son of a Federation engineer who lives in an out-of-the-way space colony, though soon finds his home under attack by a Zeon infiltration. After finding the secret Mobile Suit project his father was working on: the RX-78-2 Gundam, he fights off the Zeon invaders, though finds himself and a bunch of other kids conscripted by the Federation to fight the forces of Zeon aboard the ship the White Base. Throughout his journey, Amuro and the Gundam fight many battles against Zeon, including against their mysterious masked ace pilot Char Aznable.

The series was responsible for the codification (but not creation, people get this wrong all the time) of the "Real Robot" subgenre of mecha, where the robots were relatively more realistic and used as weapons of war as opposed to the more fantastical "Super Robot" subgenre pioneered by Mazinger Z and Getter Robo.

A major theme of the show, and the franchise as a whole is "War is bad", as demonstrated through this meme:

Yes, this is the original version of this meme format.

Anyway, Tomino, a renowned pacifist who grew up in the shadow of Japan's involvement in WW2 tried to use his platform as an anime director to try and tell a story that would get people to realise war's futility and brutality.

So I hear you asking, "That's nice and all, but what about the space lesbians who beat Destiel on their home turf?" Well, let's get into that.

What is the Witch From Mercury?

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury, or "G-Witch" for short is one of the more recent entries in the Gundam Franchise and a (very) loose adaptation of William Shakespeare's The Tempest. Set in the year 122 Ad Stella, the solar system is under the de facto control of the Benerit Group: a megacorporation with borderline-medieval internal politics that maintains a system of capitalism that benefits Spacians at the expense of those who live on Earth.

Main heroine Suletta Mercury enrolls at Asticassia School of Technology owned by the Benrit Group at the behest of her mother: CEO Prospera Mercury of the Mercury-based Shin Sei Development Corporation, and wins a Mobile Suit duel against a bully in her own MS: the Gundam Aerial. This however means she has now won the hand in marriage of daughter of the Benerit Group CEO: Miorine Rembran, beginning a series of consequences that shape the very political landscape of the solar system.

G-Witch was a massive hit, both critically and commercially. The first episode: the Witch and the Bride attracting record numbers for the studio and the Gunpla kit for the Aerial is currently the best-selling Gunpla kit ever.

Contrary to popular belief, G-Witch is not the first piece of Gundam media to feature a female protagonist. That honour would go to the 2002 Japan-only manga École du Ciel, nor would it have the first queer main character, which goes to 1999's Turn-A Gundam (and if you were to ask any fan of the series, they'd so it goes back to the very beginning). But it became notable for its lesbian representation in anime (in spite of Sunrise's attempts to downplay it, to the anger of the director, writer, producer, artists, animators, cast, fans and even their own parent company Bandai Namco who forced them to back off).

One thing I need to clarify: You don't need to have watched the original series to enjoy G-Witch. They're not even in the same continuity.

So if you're interested in the series and you've only watched G-Witch, I'll give out three recommendations for you all to enjoy:

Mobile Suit Gundam 00

Gundam 00 takes place in the year 2307 (the only series to use our own calendar), where the world is divided between three global superpowers: The Union of Free & Solar Nations (The Americas, Australia, New Zealand and Japan), the Human Reform League (China, South, East, Southeast and Central Asia) and the Advanced European Union (all of Europe, including all of Russia west of the Urals) who each control a space elevator near the equator and wage proxy-wars in Africa and the Middle-East over Earth's dwindling resources. This eventually culminates in the emergence of Celestial Being: a terrorist group consisting of Setsuna F. Seiei, Lockon Stratos, Allelujah Haptism and Tierria Erde, all of whom use powerful "Gundam" Mobile Suits and try to forcefully impose global peace on the Earth.

00 is pretty slow-paced and is more about the world than the individual characters, but said characters are really well-written, especially the characters from the three power blocs who are the de facto protagonists as they try to stop what are in their eyes a bunch of crazed terrorists preaching a hypocritical and incoherent ideology of "peace through force".

And to address the elephant in the room, this series is VERY post-9/11. Constant talks about terrorism, proxy-conflicts in the global south (especially the Middle-East), religious extremism, dwindling resources and the wars fought over them. While the franchise has always been political and of-its-time, you can just tell 00 was made in the mid-2000's. Again, it's good. But just something to keep in mind.

Turn-A Gundam

Turn-A Gundam is one of the weirder elements of the franchise for a myriad of reasons. Not the least of which being its unique setting taking inspiration from the famous sci-fi novel War of the Worlds.

In the Year 2345 of the Correct Century, human civilisation is at a level of technology reminiscent of the late-19th/early 20th centuries, save for the Moonrace on... well, the moon. As part of their queen Diana Soreil's plan to reintegrate both Lunar and Terran societies, several scouts are sent to the planet to set up their return to the planet. One such scout: Loran Cehack integrates into Terran society as a driver for the wealthy Heim family, though at a coming of age ceremony for the family's second daughter, a member of the Moonrace attacks the technologically-inferior Terrans. However, a mysterious mustached statue breaks apart to reveal a "White Doll": the Turn-A Gundam, allowing Loran to fend off the invaders. rest of the series becomes more of a mystery to how the supposedly-peace loving Moonrace could allow of such brutality.

The setting of the Correct Century timeline alone is one of the draws of Turn-A, though its excellent characters and compelling mystery also help a lot.

I do however have two warnings for people interested in watching it. The first is that this series was never dubbed. While it did receive an official sub in 2015, there still isn't a dub for the series. So if that bothers you, there's your warning.

The other is that there's a pretty big twist in the latter part of the series that while I will not spoil it here, it's such a big deal that I can't not mention it. It doesn't make any sense, and it actively detracts from not just the series, but the whole franchise. You'll know it when you see it. It doesn't ruin my enjoyment, but a lot of people don't like Turn-A for that alone.

Mobile Fighter G Gundam

Favourite entry. Don't care. It's peak.

In the Year 60 of the Future Century, war has been abandoned by the nations of humanity in favour of the Gundam fight: a quad-annual fighting tournament between Gundams representative of the countries of the world where the winner rules space until the next Gundam fight, all while leaving the Earth ecologically devastated in the fighting. Neo-Japan's Gundam Fighter: Domon Kasshu arrives on Earth seeking information on his older brother Kyoji, who killed their mother and led to their father's arrest before stealing the experimental Devil Gundam to Earth, beating up every Gundam Fighter in his way. However, he eventually learns of far more dangerous revelations about the incident.

G Gundam is to put it bluntly: bat-shit insane. And I love it. It basically took a look at the then-stagnating franchise in the wake of the wet fart that was Victory Gundam and said "I know what can save this franchise, Bruce Lee movies!" And it somehow worked.

Word of advice: watch it dubbed. Mark Gatha absolutely kills it as Domon every time, and puts just the right amount of ham into every line.

So yeah, that's some stuff on Gundam. This was a long post to write out. I'm gonna take a break now.

[luminalunii97]

tw: suic*de, harassment

An iranian highschool student took her own life after receiving relentless harassment by the school staff over hijab dress code. School system in Iran is as awful as you can imagine. the harassment, the belittlings, the use of misogynistic language to keep girls in line, and the physical and verbal abuse. The principal and management staff in iranian schools are normally students' first bullies.

Things I've personally experienced at school, first hand (happened to me) or second hand (happened to my friends), are: getting slapped (x2), getting your hair pulled violently, getting your uniform ripped, getting suspended for three days because you dared to wear makeup/pluck your eyebrows/dye your hair, getting permanently expelled because you brought a cellphone to school (electronic devices are forbidden at school), getting called a wh*re by school principal because they found a love note from your boyfriend in your bag (the school has the right to check students belongings including looking into their bags and doing body checks to see if they have illegal things on them), and using fear inducing tactics to threaten you into following their backward rules (for example in my highschool they used to force us into watching "educational" videos about girls who got r*ped because they didn't have hijab and talked to boys, or video simulations of what hell looks like for women who don't wear hijab. In both instances, some of my classmates got so sick that they spent the rest of the hours crying, and one of my best friends literally threw up)

These are pretty common experiences for many iranian girls at school. Needless to say, many iranian teen girls hate school, have very low self esteem and a lot of mental health issues. Society is already pretty unsafe and hateful towards woman, school as an extention of the regime is the cherry on cake for us.

Of course the school experience is different from person to person based on the city/region/environment, but the difference is in the degree of how bad it was.

[Tweet made by Iranian journalist and human rights activist, Masih Alinejad, Nov 5, 2024:

Forced Hijab Claims Another Life: 16-Year-Old Arezoo Khavari Takes Her Life After School Harassment Over Dress Code Violations💔

A 16-year-old schoolgirl named #ArezooKhavari tragically took her own life by jumping from a building after being sent back from a school trip for violating the dress code by wearing jeans instead of the prescribed uniform.

Her grieving father revealed that this was not an isolated incident; Arezoo had faced repeated harassment from the school for her attire and her non-compliance with the mandatory hijab policy. Last year school almost refused to enroll her.

Following her death, her father lodged a formal complaint against the school authorities, accusing them of negligence and insensitivity, especially for their failure to offer any condolences or follow up after the incident.

A reliable source told me, that she was threatened with expulsion after the school’s vice principal handed over a video of her dancing without hijab to the principal for disciplinary action.

This case echoes a broader issue in Iran where in 2023, nearly 1,000 schoolgirls were victims of poisoning attacks, believed to be linked to the enforcement of discriminatory hijab laws in gender-segregated schools.

The responsibility for Arezoo’s death falls squarely on the shoulders of the Islamic Regime in Iran. /End of tweet]

#woman life freedom

[molter-writes]

pleeeasssee miller i know you let the work stand on it's own but please tell us jsut a tad bit more about the valyerian sex magic!!!!

i meannnn

on valyrian sex magic

i am not the person to ask for the true asoiaf lore, of course; but there is obviously a pervasive source of magic across Planetos — accessible by many cultures in many different forms — and the "flavour" of the magic of each is very much a reflection, i think, of what GRRM wants us to glean about each. the Starks are themselves effectively the oldest singular consistent human organisation, if you will, that we actually meet in the books, and their magic is extremely rudimentary and primordial—they turn into animals and talk to trees. It's giving primordial man, it's giving Lucy—humanity as a symbiotic participant in (rather than an editor of) the natural world.

fast forward almost five thousand years: the valyrians are not tree hugging hunter-gatherers. they are the roman empire if the roman empire were composed of evil wizards. Their magic is dark, rooted in blood and fire—it was a tool of mind control, of asymmetric warfare, of wroth destruction. It required blood sacrifice and whips and horns and knives. It mated slave women to animals to produce grotesque chimeras. The entire thing is about the subjugation, not the embrace, of nature. Obviously until we have WoW or (lol) aDoS, we won't know—and maybe not even then—but the best prevailing theory in my view is that blood of the dragon is literal. Planetos has wyverns and, more importantly, firewyrms (flightless, firebreathing lizards) that the Valyrians almost certainly combined with human beings in some ritualistic hellcurse to produce the first dragons. this explains (1) the psychogenic bond between rider and dragon; (2) why nobody without valyrian blood can ride one; (3) the decline of the dragons correlating near-perfectly with the Andalisation (read: de-magifying) of the Targaryens; and perhaps most importantly, (4) why an animal that can fly hundreds of miles in a day would for some reason be found only on a single small isle in some random corner of a massive content that has volcanos and mountains and hot weather elsewhere. only one culture having dragons is like only one airport having planes.

much like the american NRA often asserts about guns, dragons are something of a sexual equaliser. part of why rhaenyra is so much freer than alicent when they're young is not merely because of her elevated social station (which is a principal part of it, yes) but also because she is in sole possession of one of the only six nukes in the world. At fifteen Rhaenyra possesses the power to go burn Riverrun to its foundation. I mean, if you thought Daenerys had firepower—regardless of D&D's absolute boneheaded visual mistakes in the show—Syrax is bigger than Drogon.

in any case i digress; i bring this up to make the point that while we do know valyria was a patriarchy of sorts, you can imagine a world in which a valyrian noble house would be headed (on occasion) by a woman because she is the most powerful imperial military leader because she is in command of the largest dragon. as a result, you can imagine a culture that embraces less patriarchal sexual and gender politics than do the Andals, and when take this inference a step further with the chimeras and the dragon-making and all the other frankensteinian blood magic, i just don't think it's that much of a leap to imagine that some dragon-wielding all-powerful female ruthless blood wizard in ancient Valyria decided—based on blood purity or necessity or ego or whatever—to impregnate some other woman. some maesters recorded that dragons appeared to change their sex—becoming able and unable to lay and fertilise eggs. Anyway, I just don't put genderbending and fempreg past the people who—if the theory is right—invented fucking dragons. It seems easier to do magic pregnancy than to do dragons. idk. melisandre gave birth to a shadow. nearly every ancient tradition on the planet can explore the miracle of virgin conception but we can't have lesbo baby?? why?? thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

[cokoakeostuff]

Qué veo acá un linksmeet de otra persona que habla español? 👀

Amo los diseños, super interesado en ver más y saber qué onda cómo va la historia. Seguirá TOTK pero con los otros Links? O la base es TOTK pero tenerlos a todos ahí hace que no sigan el juego tanto? 👀

Un saludo, espero tengas un buen día! 💜

Answer in English below

Se seguirá la historia de TOTK con todos ellos. Tenerlos alli, obviamente, va a modificar cómo sucedan las cosas, y algunos detalles de la historia cambiarán. Sin embargo, para resolver la trama principal de mi AU, será fundamental que ellos también resuelvan la historia principal del juego. Después de todo, Hyrule está en peligro!

Eng

The story of TOTK will be followed. The presence of different Links will obviously change how things happen, and some events of the story will be different. However, to solve the main plot of my AU, it will be essential to also solve the main story of the game. After all, Hyrule is in danger!

Meme image lol, gracias ten un lindo dia tambien

[goodstuffhappenedtoday]

It seemed like it should be an easy win for Des Moines Superintendent Ian Roberts to dust off his racing shoes and compete against a team of elementary schoolers.

The 47-year-old Guyanese runner's skills had taken him around the globe, after all, even competing in the 2000 Summer Olympic Games in Sydney.

"I showed up to the school, and I'm waiting there. And I saw the principal and teachers and they brought the entire school out to the track. And I'm thinking, 'oh,'" Roberts recalled with a laugh.

What was initially going to be a race between Roberts and Everett Clark, a lucky second-grader who won the chance to race Roberts in a raffle, had grown as more students decided to join. Soon the student body flanked the track.

Roberts keeps himself in shape, running several miles, five to six days a week. Before the race, he ran drills with the students, teaching them how to stretch and showing them proper running form.

The day of the event, Roberts was in a maroon three-piece suit and a matching pair of tennis shoes. Roeder said the suit might have been a handicap, but the sneakers should have covered the gap.

As Roberts, the superintendent, sheepishly put it: "I decided, you know, I can do this in my suit. Why not? So here I am in my suit and my bow tie and some Nike Air Force One tennis shoes, and I felt that would be sufficient."

Instead, when the 100 meter dash began, Roberts saw how committed the students were to the race – and his eventual loss was all but decided.

It was fifth-grader Amayah Vilmael who sailed to victory, crossing the finish line with her eyes straight ahead as her former Olympian competition trailed steps behind.

"All of those students, especially Amayah, who – based on her form, based on her stride length – she definitely has a really promising career in track and field if she so chooses," Roberts said.

The superintendent has had a chance to speak with the parents of Amayah and Everett, and he said both of them are overjoyed to have gotten to race the former track and field star.

"Everett, for example, yesterday and even today, he is still walking around the house talking about his race. Amayah is still on cloud nine because she beat an Olympian," Roberts said.

"I am humbled and I stand proud in defeat to elementary school students, all of whom have very promising careers academically and athletically. And I will do it all over again if I can."

[ferrstappen]

mónaco l Carlos Sainz

(a/n): this is a very short piece based on one of my favorite songs of all time which, by coincidence, is called Mónaco by Lagos and Danny Ocean. If you listen to it you can picture yourself having a summer romance with Carlos, true story. I'd love to dive deeper into it, but idk I just needed to get it out fast for some reason. hope you like it, feedback is always welcomed<3

summary: pero si algo que nos quedó es todo lo que pasó en Mónaco (but if there’s something left in us then it’s everything that happened in Monaco)

no sé si te acuerdes, de la vez que nos perdimos en septiembre

she'd never forget the warm september night when Carlos took her to the casino for the first time. He still wasn't very familiar with the principality and she was just a fleeting person for a couple of weeks, months, and he couldn't count on her of all people to know the streets of the heavenly Monaco.

As the flutes of Don Perignon continued to flow, he became more and more animated, trying his best to explain the intricate science behind poker and the true meaning behind each card. But despite his best efforts, she found herself unable to concentrate on his words. Instead, she was deeply lost in his eyes, taking in every detail of his sparkling hazel hue.

As she continued to stare, he finally noticed the piercing gaze, causing a warm flush to rise in his cheeks. A shy smile appeared on his lips, and she couldn't resist the urge to lean in and place a gentle kiss on them and when she pulled away, his smile grew wider making her fall deeper and deeper in this announced tragedy.

Everything was good until Carlos realized he was drunk, couldn't drive and didn't remember his address, eyes growing comically large as he came to terms that his alcohol-consumed brain really couldn't remember the name of his street, meaning someone had to drive him and his companion through the beautifully and carefully lit streets until one of you started to recognize his complex and as unusual and absurd of a situation they were in, she couldn't stop giggling as the streets kept passing by in a blur and watched Carlos still trying his best to remember.

tantas veces que tomé tres escalas para verte, creo que me acostumbré a tenerte como si no fuera a acabar.

her time in Monaco was over and Carlos' career in Toro Rosso was steadily climbing, he couldn't afford to take his mind off the track and she understood, she was willing to fly over just to see him.

but it started to fade away.

she was still willing to deal with three layovers to see Carlos, and his caramel eyes still sparkled when he saw her, but there was something missing, this wasn't like their late nights in strolling around Monaco, drinking cheap wine even if they could afford a way nicer bottle.

they weren't stupid, this wasn't meant to last any longer than a couple weeks in autumn, a simple memory, one of those people you can close your eyes and feel their scent, mind playing tricks that maybe if they closed their eyes long enough they might get a feel of the soft skin of each other, running her thumb through his cheek while he tried to fall asleep.

yo sé que para volver ya es tarde, y nuestro plan nunca fue quedarse, no sé si habrá una segunda parte, pero si hay algo que nos quedó es todo lo que pasó en Mónaco.

she stopped flying over, Carlos stopped asking her to spend the weekends off in his apartment, just the two of them

Both reminded themselves this wasn't meant to last, wasn't supposed to create one single string, but they both failed.

chances were, they would find each other again maybe on another holiday, another masters degree, PhD, Grand Prix; a part two, a proper goodbye to te September walks in heels she couldn't take off in order to not get a fine, pouting so Carlos would carry her on his back, as if they knew each other their entire lives.

it wasn't important now.

all they had left was what happened in Monaco.

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translations <3

no sé si te acuerdes, de la vez que nos perdimos en septiembre: i don't know if you remember about the time we got lost in September.

tantas veces que tomé tres escalas para verte, creo que me acostumbré a tenerte como si no fuera a acabar: so many times i took three layovers just to see you, I think I got used to having you as if it was never gonna end.

yo sé que para volver ya es tarde, y nuestro plan nunca fue quedarse, no sé si habrá una segunda parte, pero si hay algo que nos quedó es todo lo que pasó en Mónaco: i know it's too late to come back and staying wasn't our plan, i don't know if there's gonna be a second time, but if something's that's left in us is everything that happened in Monaco.

[l-amoremio]

O QUE SÃO "ASKFORMATIONS" E PORQUÊ PODEM SER UMA BOA OPÇÃO PARA SUA MENTE "TEIMOSA".

Em um breve resumo, "askformations" são apenas suas afirmações feitas como se fossem perguntas. Por exemplo, ao invés de você dizer "sou rico/a", você diz "por que sou tão rico/a?", "por que sou tão sortudo/a?", "por que sou tão lindo/a?" e assim por diante.

O cérebro é treinado para sempre nos dar ou buscar por respostas. Quando apenas fazemos afirmações, podemos nos deparar com a "resistência" da mente em aceitá-las como verdade e por conta disso, muitas pessoas podem desistir pois sentem que nunca poderão mudar o que está "gravado" em sua mente. No entanto, quando você altera a maneira que faz suas afirmações, nesse caso por meio de perguntas, o cérebro não resiste em tentar aceitá-las pois seu foco agora é encontrar respostas para as perguntas que você faz, consequentemente manifestando aquilo o que você deseja.

Talvez você já tenha se perguntado "por que nada dá certo pra mim?", "por que tudo é tão difícil?", "por que todos conseguem manifestar, mas eu não?" ou coisas parecidas e como a Lei é clara em sua premissa, aquilo o que você afirma, é refletido pra você e assim você recebe mais situações que provam o conteúdo das suas perguntas. Então, por que não mudá-las para algo que te favorece?

"Por que tudo sempre dá certo pra mim?", "por que eu sempre consigo o que eu quero?", "por que manifestar é tão fácil?", "por que minha vida é tão perfeita?", "por que ele/a é tão apaixonado/a por mim?", "como eu tenho tanta sorte?" e outras perguntas que impliquem que você já tem ou conseguirá algo. Já vi um relato de uma moça que afirmou pelos dias em que ela faria uma entrevista de emprego e assim como foi dito, nos exatos dias em que ela assumiu, foi para a entrevista e hoje está empregada.

Mesmo que sua mente ainda tente te dizer que você não tem algo ou que "você nunca foi sortudo/a", seu principal foco e objetivo agora será provar que suas perguntas estão certas e trazer situações que comprovem que sim, você sempre foi sortudo/a.

Seu cérebro não apenas é configurado para encontrar soluções e respostas para suas perguntas, como ele ama fazer esse trabalho pra você. Cientificamente falando, assim que você faz perguntas ao seu cérebro, ele instantaneamente é estimulado e começa a trabalhar para encontrar as respostas e enquanto ele faz isso, serotonina é liberada, fazendo com que o ato de perguntar te faça se sentir feliz ao invés de sentir resistência e sentimentos negativos.

- Taaj, do canal Free Tea (Youtube)

As próprias dúvidas são substituídas quando as perguntas são feitas, pois agora você não está declarando fatos que são contrários ao que sua mente está acostumada a acreditar, mas sim, fazendo perguntas para que a mente possa encontrar respostas e assim, torná-las um fato. Sua mente trabalha pra você de modo mais rápido e bem menos estressante e conforme este método é feito, as perguntas serão respondidas com base nos seus próprios desejos: "por que eu tenho tanto dinheiro?" ao que sua mente poderá responder "porque você é um milionário"; "por que tudo sempre dá certo pra mim?" "porquê você é Deus e está no controle de tudo" e assim por diante.

Essa é uma boa maneira de conseguir o que quer, sem precisar sentir que está "forçando" algo em sua mente pois agora é ela quem agirá para que você acredite que já tem tudo. A mente odeia falhar, estar errada ou ser subestimada, fazendo o possível e o impossível para que seus desejos sejam realizados, tornando-a então sua melhor aliada ao invés de ser o motivo para que se sinta preso/a ou perdido/a em sua manifestação.

[skipper1331]

Swan Lake // Mary Earps

a/n: based off this and this request. Bear with me, I don’t have a clue about ballet, worked with these resources. Thanks to the anon! I hope the way I wrote it is somehow partly correct.

You were exhausted to say at least. The last few months, if not longer were the hardest of your life. Training with the ballet crew from morning to evening was a curse and a blessing. Your feet often hurt or when Mary would pick you up, you would immediately fall asleep in the car yet playing the odette had always been your dream. You worked hard, very hard to be where you were now. Many hours of dancing in your room, in the ballet studio where you used to be as a kid and as an adult, simply everywhere and at any time.

The ballet performance of swan lake was getting closer and closer. Closer than you would have liked. Each day that passed you got more nervous - what if you screw up?

Swan lake is one of the most demanding ballets and the black swan pas de deux, which could be regarded as the hardest dance in a ballet, is part of the extraordinarily challenging role of Odette/Odile. As the lead dancer in this duet executes one of the most challenging sequences -32 fouettes.

Swan Lake features two intermissions and a running period of about three hours. The dancers need to be extremely strong and resilient.

Ballet appears effortless and graceful, but it actually involves years of rigorous training and is incredibly technical.

You could imagine how your training schedule looked like. The ballet was hard, demanding yet you loved everything about it. You loved to work with your co-workers who became your second family.

Ballet was your first love and even if you thought about quitting, you never did, the love you held was always stronger than the actual negative.

So basically your life consisted of ballet and Mary Earps, your longterm girlfriend.

Mary.

Your anchor in the sea.

She understood you like no one else did, she loved you like no one else did.

The world refered to you as the power-sports-couple.

The footballer and the dancer as they say. It wasn’t always easy between the two of you, you had your ups and downs - professional footballer and ballet dancer, busy schedules, not much time for one another. Yet you managed. Your love was stronger than any schedule - your love was the motivation the other one had to keep fighting.

A match made in heaven.

-

"You‘re coming tomorrow, right?" you asked Mary who was laying beneath you as she drew patterns on your back.

"Of course, baby, I wouldn‘t miss it for the world" she stated, squeezing your hips as reassurance.

Weirdly enough, even though you had completely different schedules and training plans, Mary had always been at every important performance of yours and you were at all of her important matches (Euros, etc). It was something that meant more than words could: you would support each other no matter what.

"Lessi, Ella, Leah, everyone is gonna be there. They‘re gonna be amazed by you!" You giggled in her chest, her pride radiating of her body.

-

"Guys" Mary said in a stern voice to her national team mates. They looked at her with wide eyes, she normally used that tone on the pitch and only on the pitch. Were they in trouble? "So you know Y/n?"

"The girl you never shut up about?" Lessi asked with a sweet grin, knowing how obsessed Mary was with you and everything you did, "nah we don‘t know her" Ella added, mocking.

"Shut it!" Mary grumbled before she continued, "well, in a few months there will this big ballet performance and she‘s the principal dancer,"

"Is she havin‘ heart eyes?" Maya whispered as she looked at your lover girl who had the biggest smile and so said heart eyes covering her face. "And I want you to come. You don‘t have to, but i know she’d be really happy to see support from her friends."

Within seconds, the girls agreed, they loved you and the fact that you made Mary happy.

-

"What if I mess up?" you asked as you laughter died down, your head hidden in the crook of Mary’s neck. "You won‘t, love. You worked so hard to be there, you deserve it my girl, you deserve everything" she pressed a lingering kiss to your head, hugging you tightly.

Mary knew for sure that you would amaze everyone and with that thought she fell into a slumber, ready to see you shine.

-

"Wake up, baby, it‘s your big day" the goalie whispered as she kissed along your cheek. Not a morning person at all, you turned away, grumbling, "no baby, you‘ve to get up" pressing more quick kisses over your face as it scrunched up in responds, she knew you were slowly waking up. "Proper kiss?" you demanded softly with your morning voice while sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

"Anything for you" Mary firmly pressed her mouth on your own, one hand cupping your cheek to deepen it as she purred every inch of her love in that kiss.

Your mind was spinning as she pulled away, chest heaving at the intensity of her kiss - not expecting something like that in the early hours of the morning. "I made you breakfast and your towel is in the dryer so it‘s warm after your shower" you watched the goal keeper with so much love as she went to her drawer to hand you her hoodie, knowing that you get cold easily when you left the bed.

"What did I do to deserve you?"

Holding out her hand for you to take, the united player replied, "I ask myself the same question everyday" she didn’t give you the time to react before she pulled you at your hand in the kitchen, the table full of your favorite foods.

"Mary!" you gasped, "who‘s gonna eat all of that?" laughing at her confused expression, she answered straightaway, "you?"

-

Mary was jittery as she took a seat in the front row, next to her friends. She was biting her nails, body and mind filled with emotions.

She felt pride.

She felt excitement.

She felt nervous.

She felt afraid.

How will this end? She prayed that everything would work the way it should. That everything you did was the way it was trained. Ballet wasn‘t like dancing - Mary went on the pitch not knowing what‘s going to happen while you went on stage knowing exactly what should happen. It was the fear, the nervousness and the adventure that made both so exciting. In a way, your job and her job were so similar because they were so different.

The lights were on, people chatting and the curtain still closed, "she‘s going to be great" the skipper whispered in Mary’s ear as she was sitting behind her friend. With a squeeze on her shoulder, Leah tried to ease the goalies mind. Back at her funny and cocky self, she answered, "I know she will" and Mary truly believed it.

-

After what felt like forever in Mary’s eyes, the light started to dim before it went out fully, slowly the curtain was pulled open as it revealed the stage design. Everything looked beautiful and on point, nothing was where it didn‘t belong. The orchestra started playing, yourself going on stage looking absolutely breathtaking as you started the performance.

Mary sat there with her mouth agape, amazed by everything you did, her heart swelled with pride, eyes wide with hearts.

The goal keeper‘d seen you train and the effort you put in the show, the tears that left your eyes at night, the amount of times she carried your sleeping figure out of the car,

for the moment right now.

Everybody was holding their breath, nobody dared to say something (even Tooney, the goofy loud girl), the world just stopped. Everything disappeared - the ballet of the swan lake.

-

As the last note of the orchestra sounded, the silence became loud, a single tear of pride and joy escaped from Mary‘s eye. She said it before and will gladly do it again, you never failed to amaze her. It was the elegance of ballet that appealed to people, but if you look behind the façade - like Mary could - your mind would change, then you would know it not only looked effortlessly beautiful, but the years that each individual had to sacrifice.

The first to break the silence of the lionesses was Lucy, "wow" to which every girl agreed.

That performance was more than just wow yet everyone was too speechless to say anything else. As the lights were turned back on, the audience started to clap. Every single person in the audience stood up, clapping in their dazed state - it was the beauty of ballet.

The dancers, including yourself, stood in a row, smiling at the audience before bowing down. Your smile reached both of your ears, eyes fixed on Mary as she smiled proudly.

Everyone was also introduced individually with their role, who was then supposed to take a step forward, wave and bow again before joining the line again.

No doubt, when it was your turn that Mary told Alessia, "that‘s my girlfriend!" before clapping and cheering the loudest.

The goalie was the proudest girlfriend in the world, not just today but everyday.

-

"Baby, you were so amazing! And the sound effects with the-" Mary imitated the orchestra music, her hands flying around to visualize it, "and your moves" she stretched her legs in the air, walking on tip toes as she tried to explain every detail she saw. "Deep breaths my love" you giggled as you jumped on the kitchen counter, enjoying the show Mary gave you with her interpretation of swan lake. "Nah! It was just- you were just so- I’m so stunned" she flopped in your arms, standing in between your legs while her arms wrapped around your waist, "I’m so proud of you" she mumbled, her forehead resting against your own.

You matched her voice level with your answer, "Thank you. I love you"

"I love you too"

"I’m so fucking tired" you laughed, the iconic line of Lucía García leaving your lips. Mary with her famous laugh, picked you up and carried you, like so often, to bed, tugging you under the duvet after she had changed you in some comfortable sleeping clothes.

Before Mary even had the chance to join you, your soft snores filled the room, your body too exhausted to stay awake a minute longer. When she got cozy beside you, she pulled you close, cuddling your deep asleep figure.

Yet not going to sleep without giving you a good night kiss, so she pressed one against your forehead.

That night she dreamt about your gracefulness in the ballet and -

The beauty of the swan lake.

———————

[italian-lit-tournament]

The participating authors for the Italian Lit(erature) Tournament: the general list + a google form to add other proposals

Podesti Francesco - Torquato Tasso reading Jerusalem Delivered to the Estensi court

The start of the Italian Lit(erature) Tournament (first edition) is getting closer, but first I want to post the general list of the authors partecipants.

The principal issue is that every literary canon is constantly changing, with more critical studies over the years. I've thought about it, read and searched, and the solution I found has two parts:

I will take the principal authors from this list, which in turn is based from the studies of Gianfranco Contini and Asor Rosa. The list is too long and many names are only chronicles and essayists, so I'll chose the principal ones, trying to balance between north/south Italy and male/female authors (taking into account that many authors that we study are men). As you will see below under the cut, the list is already pretty long, doing some math the challenge will be 2/3 months long.

Still, I recognise that this isn't 100% unbiased and fair, so I opened a free and quick google form when you can add a maximum of two authors that you don't see in the list. This considerable limit is to avoid having too many names - if in some answers I see more than 2 names, I'll take into account only the first 2 listed.

IMPORTANT! 👇

After much thoughts, I also chose to don't include living authors or authors death only recently (before January 2023). The reason is simply to avoid potential issues in the community, like bashing between fandom or admirers of some specific author, or going too far like offending some people near the author still alive or recently deceased. Maybe if this tournament will end well, a second edition could be made next year and maybe with the addition of living authors! (I'm already thinking to do an italian or european cinema tournament in the future but this is still in the draft).

Under the cut, you will find the list of the authors already part of the challenge, name-surname with the surname in alphabetical order. If you don't see a name that you want to see, use the form to add it!

edit: I added the ones from the surbey so far, all in italics. There are names that have been sent but already on the list.

Dante Alighieri

Sibilla Aleramo

Vittorio Alfieri

Cecco Angiolieri

Pietro Aretino

Ludovico Ariosto

Matteo Bandello

Anna Banti

Giambattista Basile

Giorgio Bassani

Cesare Beccaria

Maria Bellonci

Pietro Bembo

Matteo Maria Boiardo

Giovanni Boccaccio

Giordano Bruno

Dino Buzzati

Italo Calvino

Andrea Camilleri

Giosuè Carducci

Guido Cavalcanti

Carlo Collodi

Vittoria Colonna

Gabriele D'Annunzio

Giacomo da Lentini

Caterina da Siena

Alba de Céspedes

Cielo (Ciullo) d'Alcamo

Edoardo De Filippo

Federico de Roberto

Grazia Deledda

Umberto Eco

Beppe Fenoglio

Marsilio Ficino

Dario Fo

Ugo Foscolo

Veronica Franco

Carlo Emilio Gadda

Natalia Ginzburg

Carlo Goldoni

Antonio Gramsci

Francesco Guicciardini

Tommaso Landolfi

Giacomo Leopardi

Carlo Levi

Primo Levi

Carla Lonzi

Niccolò Machiavelli

Alessandro Manzoni

Giovanbattista Marino

Giovanni Meli

Pietro Metastasio

Eugenio Montale

Elsa Morante

Alberto Moravia

Anna Maria Ortese

Giuseppe Parini

Goffredo Parise

Giovanni Pascoli

Pier Paolo Pasolini

Cesare Pavese

Francesco Petrarca

Luigi Pirandello

Angelo Poliziano

Luigi Pulci

Salvator Quasimodo

Gianni Rodari

Lalla Romano

Amelia Rosselli

Umberto Saba

Emilio Salgari

Jacopo Sannazaro

Goliarda Sapienza

Leonardo Sciascia

Matilde Serao

Gaspara Stampa

Mario Rigoni Stern

Italo Svevo

Antonio Tabucchi

Torquato Tasso

Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa

Pier Vittorio Tondelli

Giovanni Verga

Giambattista Vico

Renata Viganò

Elio Vittorini

Giuseppe Ungaretti

[cherryflancodes]

a rose by any other name... — tablilla de rol

Con Scroll: Pastebin Sin Scroll: Pastebin

¡El primer código nuevo en este blog! Este código nació en un code challenge en @dixinmortal, el cual daba una base clara u oscura, y uno tenía que decorarla a su gusto. Y terminé ganando el pequeño challenge :3 Eventualmente lo ajusté un poco a una versión que no esté tan contenida en un espacio reducido, por lo que hay dos versiones! Una versión con scroll e imagen más pequeña, y la otra con alto que se ajusta al contenido e imagen más alta. El nombre de la tablilla es similar a la de un tema de rol donde usé esta tablilla, hehe.

Ahora, algunas indicaciones. Ambas versiones usan las mismas variables CSS para los colores e imagen. Aquí, qué significa cada uno:

--wbgcol: Es el color del fondo en valores RGB, para poder usarse con transparencias (para el efecto degradado)

--wacccol: El color principal de acento, el de la letra inicial y desplazador

--wacccol2: El segundo color de acento, para la línea de fondo del desplazador

--wbgimg: La URL de la imagen de fondo. Debe ir entre url(). Para la versión scroll el tamaño de la imagen es 450x150 pixels. Para la versión sin scroll el tamaño es 500x350 pixels.

--wtxtcol: El color del texto (título y contenido)

Además de esto, la tablilla tiene un par de clases para colocar imágenes flotantes a la izquierda o derecha. Las clases son whiteimg-left y whiteimg-right. En el código se tiene un ejemplo de las imágenes.

Disclaimers y demás:

* Se permite el uso del siguiente código en cualquier lugar del Internet, ya sea en su forma íntegra como con todas las modificaciones que el usuario realice sobre él. PERO Queda prohibida su distribución en sitios de resources de códigos y gráficos suplantando mi identidad como autor. (no sé por qué alguien haría algo como eso but just in case) * Se recomienda que el usuario use su propio hosting de imágenes y/o fuentes para los recursos usados, ya que los usados aquí pueden desaparecer sin previo aviso. * Se agradece el no retirar los créditos.

[folklorriss]

summer love - parte 2 | op81

{ lista principal }

parte 1 | parte 2

pov: um momento na cozinha não foi o suficiente e oscar precisava de mais.

- avisos: +18, narrado em terceira pessoa, sexo oral (masc), sexo em público.

- wc: 3.293

n/a: a parte 2 foi escrita pela jujuls, minha best que sempre compra minhas maluquices. tá de tirar o fôlego e calcinhas. aproveitem!!

Imagens tiradas do Pinterest, todo direito reservado ao seus autores. História ficcional apenas para diversão, não representa a realidade e os personagens utilizados possuem suas próprias vidas e relacionamentos, seja respeitoso. 😊

As irmãs de Oscar voltaram para a casa no fim do dia, animadas com um parque de diversões que haviam visto no caminho e afirmando que eles precisavam ir até lá conhecer. Os adultos negaram, deixaram o passeio para as “crianças”, então todos foram para os seus quartos se arrumar. Tarefa que seria fácil para a garota, se não fosse pelas palavras do australiano ecoando na sua cabeça durante o dia inteiro.

Após o momento que tiveram na cozinha, os dois limparam a bagunça causada pela cerveja, trocaram mais alguns beijos e então foram para a praia. Se alguém notou algo de diferente entre os dois, não foi comentado.

A tarefa de se manter perto de Oscar e agir normalmente foi a coisa mais dificil que ela precisou fazer. Podia jurar sentir o gosto do beijo em seus lábios, o toque das mãos firmes na sua cintura e a língua entre as pernas. Havia sido tudo demais, mas não o suficiente para saciar o desejo e o que que ela de fato queria sentir. Não havia mentido quando disse que se tocava pensando nele e no seu gosto, queria parar de fantasiar e descobrir se o que imaginava era real. Seria o pau dele como ela visualizava? Aveludado, rosa, pesado na língua, viciante?

Além disso, a garota estava maluca para fazer aquela boca, que sempre recitava palavras de maneira educada e respeitosa, soltar palavrões e xingamentos dos mais sujos possíveis, arrancar gemidos roucos e fazê-lo implorar por ela. Por Deus, ela só queria fazer de Oscar Piastri uma bagunça.

"Pronta?" A voz do irmão mais velho a tira do delicioso transe. "Já estamos saindo."

A mais nova acena com a cabeça, guardando o gloss em sua pequena bolsa antes de passar perfume e dar uma última verificada no espelho. Ao abrir a porta do quarto, seu olhar cruza com o do australiano, que está saindo no mesmo momento do seu próprio quarto logo a frente. De repente, o corredor parece pequeno demais para o volume de tensão sexual que se instala entre os dois. Ela respira fundo, tentando afastar as imagens vívidas que invadem sua mente, mas não consegue evitar o calor que sobe pelo corpo quando se lembra da promessa feita por Oscar.

O piloto sorri de canto ao notar o quanto sua presença a afeta; estava acostumado com os jogos de provocações e palavras sujas sussurradas em seu ouvido em plena luz do dia, mas agora a mulher a sua frente estava corada apenas com o seu olhar.

"Você está bonita." Ele elogia com a voz baixa. A garota sente um arrepio percorrer sua espinha ao notar a forma como ele a observava... Melhor, como a devorava com os olhos, deixando toda a imagem de bom moço para trás.

Ela apenas assente, incapaz de confiar na própria voz naquele momento. Ele dá um passo para o lado, abrindo espaço para que ela passe, e ela sente a proximidade do corpo dele quando o faz. O toque leve da mão dele na base de suas costas a faz perder o fôlego por um segundo, fazendo-a se sentir ridiculamente vulnerável pela própria reação.

Já no carro, ela tenta se distrair olhando pela janela e conversando com Hattie, mas os olhos acabam desviando para ele toda vez. Oscar está descontraído, conversando com seu irmão e rindo das piadas dele de forma despreocupada, virando o volante do carro num movimento relaxado e confiante... Tudo sobre ele a faz apertar as pernas uma contra a outra.

A noite seria extremamente longa.

Já no parque de diversões, o grupo está animado, rindo e decidindo quais brinquedos iriam encarar primeiro. Oscar, por sua vez, parece estar mais interessado em brincar com ela, se mantendo perto o tempo inteiro, perto demais, com toques e piadas de duplo sentido, abusando da nova dinâmica que havia se instaurado entre os dois.

Quando passam pela multidão, a mão dele encosta em sua cintura, um toque leve, quase inocente, mas que faz com que a garota tenha que morder o próprio lábio inferior para não gemer baixinho e deixar todos cientes de que está começando sentir a calcinha úmida. Todo tipo de contato físico entre os dois parecia planejado para mantê-la ciente da presença dele o tempo todo, para deixá-la querendo mais.

Em determinado momento, enquanto eles esperam na fila para a roda-gigante, Oscar se inclina para perto, o suficiente para que ela sinta o calor da respiração dele em seu pescoço.

"Tinha mesmo que usar essa saia hoje?" A voz baixa e rouca denuncia o quanto ele estava afetado pela escolha da roupa.

Finalmente uma oportunidade de devolver a provocação. Ela pensa

"É pra facilitar o seu acesso mais tarde." Ela sussurra de volta, tombando a cabeça a para trás com um sorriso perverso.

Oscar fecha os olhos e respira fundo, estava tão entretido com a nova dinâmica que se esqueceu o quão fácil ela conseguia o deixar quente. Mas não poderia deixar ela retomar o poder tão fácil assim, não quando ele descobriu o prazer de tê-la vulnerável por causa dele.

"Falei que você vai sentir o meu gosto, não que eu vou te comer." A provocação é retrucada com um sussurro ainda mais baixo, acompanhado de um apertão na cintura, que causa um arrepio inevitável na garota.

"É o que veremos." Ela responde de imediato e se afasta das grandes mãos do piloto.

Após mais alguns brinquedos e diversas tentativas falhas de ganhar um enorme bichinho de pelúcia, o grupo encontra uma área com diversos tipos de cabines de fotos. Cada uma parece ter um tema, uma com acessórios para serem usados nas fotos, outra com impressão em preto e branco, havia todo tipo de cabine que eles poderiam imaginar.

Hattie puxa o grupo para a maior cabine que consegue achar, que ainda assim é pequena demais para eles todos. Oscar é um dos primeiros a entrar e se senta na ponta do banco, junto da parede. Os outros se espremem para que aparecer na foto e no momento que Oscar a vê procurando um lugar para sentar, envolve sua cintura e a puxa para o seu colo.

"Confortável?" Ele solta em um murmuro, engolindo seco ao sentir a bunda dela encaixando na curva de seu colo.

A garota não responde, com medo de que as pessoas em volta, principalmente seu irmão, pudessem notar a força com que Oscar a segurava em seu colo e como seu rosto corado denunciava que sim, estava incrivelmente confortável e agradável sentar no colo dele. Ela apenas olha para ele por cima do ombro e balança a cabeça de leve.

O flash da cabine dispara, capturando quatro fotos no total. Por mais que a dupla estivesse sorrindo e fazendo caretas nas fotos, só os dois sabiam o jogo de tortura silenciosa que estavam jogando e ninguém em volta parecia alheio a eles.

Quando as fotos terminam, ela levanta rapidamente, arrumando o cabelo atras da orelha para disfarçar. Oscar nem faz menção de levantar, até porque se o fizesse, os entregaria. O grupo sai da cabine para ver os resultados, enquanto os dois ficam la dentro imóveis, esperando a adrenalina abaixar.

Hattie coloca a cabeça pela cortina.

"Vamos voltar para os brinquedos, vocês vem?" Os dois se olham e balançãm a cabeça em negativa.

"Quero ver as outras cabines." A garota sorri, um sorriso nervoso.

"Eu... Acompanho ela."

Hattie os observa por alguns segundos e então da de ombros, os deixando sozinhos e murmurando um "esquisitos". O grupo aos poucos se afastam e quando as vozes somem do lado de fora, Oscar a puxa para seu colo novamente.

"Você fez de propósito" Oscar resmunga.

"Fiz. Você gostou, Osc?" O tom é doce e provocativo.

Oscar abre a boca para responder, mas sente ela rebolando novamente e seu pau dói com o mínimo estímulo. "P... Porra. Para."

"Por que? Sei que você gostou. Consigo sentir o seu pau duro." Ela fala, virando o rosto para encontrar com os olhos castanhos, que podia jurar estar mais escuros do que o normal. "Posso cuidar disso pra você." Ela sussurra contra os lábios dele.

"Não sem o parque inteiro ver você pagando um boquete." Ele ri e aponta para a cortina da cabine, que não vai até o chão e esconde somente da cintura para cima. “Quero um show particular, princesa.” Oscar provoca e a pressiona contra seu corpo.

"Tem uma cabine em manutenção lá no fundo. Ninguém vai ver a gente." Ela suspira e se levanta, arrumando a curta saia que subiu até metade da bunda. Oscar passa língua entre os lábios com a visão, mas volta sua atenção para ela.

"Quando você viu isso?" Ele pergunta, arqueando as sobrancelhas.

“Importa? Eu vou na frente." A garota revira os olhos e sorri, o deixando sozinho na cabine.

Oscar respira fundo, passando a mão pelos cabelos e tentando acalmar a respiração enquanto processa a informação de que está prestes a receber um boquete no meio do parque de diversões. Num lugar público. Isso deveria ser o suficiente para ele dar meia volta e ir embora, mas assim como mais cedo na cozinha, onde poderiam ser pegos a qualquer instante, a ideia se torna ainda mais apelativa e novamente ele estava lá cedendo aos seus limites por ela.

Ele se levanta e a segue até uma cabine mais velha, com fitas amarelas indicando que está em manutenção. A cortina dessa vez vai até o chão, escondendo-os dentro do local apertado e pelo menos dez vezes menor que o anterior.

"Demorou, pensei que o antigo Oscar tinha voltado." Ela o provoca, as mãos atrás do corpo que está apoiado contra a parede interna da cabine.

A provocação é boba e fraca, mas é o suficiente para fazer com que Oscar vá em direção a ela, tomando os lábios malcriados com os seus em um beijo molhado e urgente.

"Você fala demais." Ele resmunga durante o beijo e ela ri

“Você já disse isso.”

“Então fique quieta.” Oscar caminha para trás sem quebrar o beijo. Ele sente o banco batendo na parte de trás de seus joelhos, então se senta e a puxa para o seu colo.

As línguas dançam ao som molhado em um ritmo provocativo enquanto os dois exploram o corpo um do outro, apertando e arranhando onde bem entendem.

"Deixa eu dar uma nova função pra essa boca mal criada" Oscar diz, enquanto aos poucos a tira de seu colo.

A garota entende o recado e pode sentir as fagulhas de excitação dançarem em seu estomago. Finalmente, finalmente, vai descobrir o peso do pau do Oscar em sua boca.

Sem demora, ela cai de joelhos a frente do piloto e começa a abrir o zíper da calça, a puxando o suficiente apenas para liberar o membro já duro. Quando o pau de Oscar está exposto, a boca dela seca e o meio das suas pernas fica ainda mais molhado.

Puta que pariu

O tamanho a impressiona, não que imaginasse ser pequeno, mas é um tamanho consideravelmente grande, grosso na medida certa, a cabeça rosinha e parece de fato aveludada. Ela lambe os lábios e o encara. Oscar está com um sorriso de canto nos lábios e a observa como um predador. Mesmo com o ambiente escuro, é uma das cenas mais eróticas que ela já viu.

Sem mais enrolar, a garota preenche sua boca com metade da extensão do australiano, fazendo com que os dois soltem um gemido sincronizado. Oscar joga a cabeça para trás quando os movimentos começam, a sensação da boca quente e molhada dela é muito mais do que ele poderia imaginar. Ela não parece ter pressa alguma, é como se estivesse o saboreando, como se ele realmente fosse a porra do picolé que ela estava chupando mais cedo.

Perdido no prazer, sem querer Oscar aperta o controle que ativa as fotos, só percebendo segundos depois quando ouve o barulho da primeira imagem sendo tirada.

"Vou querer essa foto de recordação depois." A garota se afasta do pau dele e sorri, mas ainda o masturba com a mão, usando a língua para provocar a cabeça rosada que, de fato, é macia como sempre imaginou.

"Você vai ter muito mais pra recordar." Oscar resmunga, gemendo em seguida quando ela a toma por inteiro, levando até o fundo da garganta.

Ele se remexe e segura o cabelo dela com força, se concentrado para não gozar, embora quisesse muito. Sentindo que não conseguiria aguentar por muito tempo, ele a para e a puxa para o seu coloco novamente.

A garota sorri travessa e se acomoda em cima dele com os dois joelhos ao lado do seu quadril, sentindo toda extensão de Oscar tocando sua entrada molhada. As mãos dele deslizam pelas coxas dela, levando sua saia para cima, embolando-a na cintura. Os olhos nunca deixam os dela enquanto puxa a calcinha totalmente encharcada para o lado.

"Pensei que não iria me com..." A provocação morre em seus lábios quando os longos dedos do piloto deslizam para dentro, sem aviso prévio.

"O que você dizia?" Oscar murmura, sorrindo de canto e tonto de tanto tesão.

A garota resmunga e começa a rebolar nos dedos que a fodem, se inclinando para beijá-lo de forma pornográfica enquanto suas mãos trabalham para tirar a própria camiseta, se livrando da de Oscar em seguida.

"Você tá desesperada pra gozar, não esta? Vamos lá, goze pra mim." Oscar murmura, ao mesmo tempo que deposita beijos na mandíbula da garota.

As palavras de incentivo são o suficiente para fazer com que se desmanche por inteira sob os dedos dedicados de Oscar, a trazendo para o seu terceiro orgasmo do dia, já que havia se tocado durante o banho pensando na mesma pessoa que a fazia gemer nesse momento.

Oscar continua ministrando o orgasmo, seu pau implorando por atenção. Com a mão livre, ele pega uma camisinha e a coloca habilidosamente. A cena a faz gemer e se esfregar nele, buscando por mais estimulo.

"Vou ter que implorar para você me comer, Piastri? Eu imploro, se for o caso."

O maldito sorriso de canto surge na boca do piloto, dessa vez mais canalha.

"Não princesa, porque eu quero te comer o tanto que você quer me dar."

O ar a escapa dos pulmões e ela o encara chocada. Nem mesmo em seus sonhos mais sujos imaginou o ter falando assim com ela. E ela amou.

Oscar tira os dedos de dentro dela e levanta pela cintura, guiando o membro rígido até a sua entrada e a fazendo deslizar pela longa extensão lentamente. Os dois respiram fundo e colam as testas quando Oscar a preenche por completo, absorvendo a sensação de estarem conectados. As mãos dela encontram apoio nos ombros dele, enquanto Oscar a segura pela cintura, guiando os movimentos que começam lentos e exploratórios. O som das fotos sendo registradas é abafada pelos gemidos baixos.

Ser preenchida por Oscar Piastri era uma sensação instantaneamente viciante, ele a fodia como nunca pensou que fosse ser possível. Oscar a segurava com a mão aberta nas costas, a trazendo para mais perto e aumentando a ficção entre os dois corpos. Era extremamente excitante e estimulante.

Mesmo por baixo, quando ela acelera os movimentos, o atleta projeta seu quadril com facilidade, encontrando os dela sem esforço e aumentando a força das estocadas. Oscar leva a mão livre até os seios dela, tomando o outro com a boca e gemendo um pouco mais alto ao sentir a maciez do mamilo em sua boca. Ele alterna entre chupar e dar leves mordidas, que são aliviadas com lambidas logo em seguida.

"Osc... Oscar." O gemido manhoso faz com que ele perceba que ela está perto de mais um orgasmo. Ele consegue sentir as paredes internas dela apertando seu pau de um jeito delicioso.

"Eu também. Não para." Ele diz, já com a visão turva de tesão e soltando o mamilo para voltar a beijá-la.

Os dois se movimentam de forma ritmada, escalando juntos até o pico do prazer, que atingem com um longo gemido. Oscar a envolve em um abraço, a puxando para si e sentindo-a o apertar algumas vezes antes de relaxar, escondendo o rosto na curva do pescoço dele.

Ambos estão ofegantes, melados de suor e perdidos nos próprios pensamento, mas sabendo que não tinha a mínima chance de aquilo não se tornar algo frequente. Eles aproveitam o momento de silêncio abraçados, antes de Oscar se afastar e falar.

"Você está bem para levantar?"

Ela concorda com a cabeça e se levanta lentamente do colo dele. Os dois se vestem e tentam parecer o mais decente possível dentro da situação atual.

"Ei, tá tudo bem?" Ele pergunta alcançando a mão dela, acariciando o dorso com o polegar, o carinho totalmente contrastante com o sexo intenso que tiveram.

As bochechas dela coram com o gesto. Depois de tudo o que aconteceu hoje, um carinho na mão é o que a deixava corada.

"Tá tudo ótimo." A voz sai misturada com um suspiro, fazendo com que o australiano sorria com a timidez repentina dela.

Ela sempre vai ficar tímida desse jeito depois de um momento íntimo? Ele se pergunta.

"Só queria mais tempo com você." Ela completa, antes de poder filtrar o que sai da própria boca

O sorriso do piloto aumenta, um sorriso de alívio de quem estava sentindo o mesmo.

"O verão inteiro é pouco pra você, princesa?" Ele tomba a cabeça para o lado, a puxando para perto, as mãos já se acostumando com o caminho até a sua cintura.

Se ela já estava corada antes, dessa vez sente as bochechas esquentarem ainda mais em um tom violento de vermelho, junto de uma sensação gostosa que se espalha no estômago. Os braços envolvem o largo pescoço do piloto, se aproximando até que a ponta do nariz encoste contra a dele.

"O verão todo?" A voz denuncia o quanto a nova informação a agradou.

"O verão todinho." Ele responde, roçando de leve o nariz no dela.

Os dois pressionam os lábios de forma delicada, o que se transforma em um beijo lento.

"A gente tem que ir e inventar uma boa desculpa para ninguém desconfiar." Ela diz ao sair da cabine, a mão entrelaçada com a de Oscar.

"Você encontrou com uma conhecida e eu fui no bate bate ficar competindo com criança."

"Eu sendo sociável e você competitivo? É, parece convincente." Ela solta uma risada que é acompanhada por Oscar. Algo chama atenção na saída das fotos da cabine e ela se aproxima. “Mentira!" Exclama ao ver as fotos reveladas, pega as duas cópias de uma sequência de quatro fotos.

Oscar se aproxima para olhar para os registros.

Na primeira foto é possível identificar Oscar com a cabeça tombada para trás e os olhos fechados. A próxima é ela tirando a camiseta, a seguinte a grande mão de Oscar em suas costas, a guiando pelo seu pau, e por fim, a última registra os dois pós sexo, os braços dele a segurando e o queixo encostado em seu ombro. Todas estão borradas, mas não o suficiente para esconder que eles estavam transando na cabine.

Oscar olha para as fotos com os olhos arregalados, pegando uma das cópias para si.

"É uma boa foto para pôr na carteira, você não acha?” Ele brinca.

A piada a faz gargalhar e revirar os olhos. Ela o observa com um sorriso meigo e sente vontade de esticar a mão para arrumar uma mecha de cabelo que cai sob a testa dele. Mas se contem, fazendo uma piada também.

“Com certeza. Eu vou por no meu mural de fotos no quarto pra todos verem, vai ficar linda!”

Oscar ri e a puxa para um selinho rápido, sentindo novamente seu coração bater mais forte ao olhar para a garota que o estava fazendo ceder cada vez mais.

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