#support the female Brazilian team | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

milaeth · 1 year ago

Note

hi!! can i request a mick fic where the reader is a f1 driver for mercedes, maybe she like wins the championship and mick finally confesses to her and its all fluff. they can be the friends to lovers trope. also can the reader be brazilian ( i'm one too so it be soo cool)

thank you so much, i love your writing. sorry for bad english, not my first language

୨୧┊ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. ( mick schumacher )

✧.* pairings ─ mick schumacher x fem! f1 driver! brazilian! reader

✧.* genre ─ one-shot ⨾ fluff

✧.* summary ─ after you won the championship, you and Mick, your best friend and teammate, finally express your long-held feelings for each other.

✧.* warnings ─ none :)

✧.* mily’s thoughts ─ i’m genuinely so sorry that this took so long! i had my final exams last month and school was literally kicking my ass lmao. the ending is kinda rushed but i hope you guys still enjoy this <3

as the sun set over the captivating race track, the cheers of the spectators grew louder, marking the end of an exciting formula one season. the scent of adrenaline was in the air, electrifying the atmosphere as anticipation reached its peak. among the talented drivers lining up on the grid was you, a brazilian sensation and the first female driver in formula one.

as a mercedes driver, winning the formula one championship was the ultimate goal for you. it had been a long and boring season with many ups and downs, but you had kept going. every race had been a new challenge, and you had to do your best to stay one step ahead of the competition.

finally, after months of grueling competition, the race that would decide the championship had come. this was the moment you had worked so hard for. the race was intense, each lap testing your skills and pushing you to your limits. yet you stayed focused, executed strategic maneuvers and maintained your lead over the other drivers.

when the checkered flag waved, you skillfully drove your mercedes across the finish line to win. the realization of having won the formula one championship immediately flooded over you. you had done it. you were the first female (not to mention brazilian) champion in f1 history, and the jubilation and relief were indescribable. as you stepped onto the podium, surrounded by the cheers of the crowd, you felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

your heart swelled with pride as you accepted the championship trophy and felt the weight of your accomplishment in your hands. the deafening cheers of the crowd were music to your ears, but your attention was focused on one person — Mick Schumacher.

he was standing in the middle of the crowd, looking at you with unwavering pride and affection, his broad and beaming smile directed only at you. your connection transcended the chaos around the two of you, and it seemed as if time had stopped. at that moment, all you longed for was to fall into his arms and share your triumph with the one person who was always there for you.

Mick, your best friend and reserve driver for mercedes, had been with you through every stage of the season and in life. he gave you unwavering support, encouraged you and believed in your abilities even when everyone, including yourself, doubted you. seeing his presence in the crowd, beaming with pride, filled you with gratitude and joy. and suddenly you felt tears forming in your eyes.

afterwards, you left the podium and rushed toward Mick to hug him. the embrace was a whirlwind of emotions — gratitude, happiness, and the realization that this triumph was not all yours. it was a testament to the unwavering support, dedication and belief of your team, loved ones and fans.

Mick's strong arms wrapped gently but firmly around you as he pressed his face to your neck and held you close. "I'm so, so proud of you," he whispered softly against your ear, "you did it, you proved everyone wrong!" you laughed, and tears of joy ran down your face as the cheers of the crowd still echoed around you. a few more whispered words were exchanged between the two of you, and it really did seem like a dream. everything felt unreal.

the moment ended abruptly, however, when your team came to pick you up to continue the festivities and you found yourself longing for more time with Mick. "i need to talk to you!" you heard him shout after you as one of your engineers and friends led you through the boisterous crowd. as you turned, you caught a glimpse of his cheerful expression, but his eyes conveyed a sense of seriousness that suggested what he wanted to discuss was important.

"we'll talk later, i promise!" you exclaimed, and as you looked back, you noticed him nodding and smiling. your engineer then quickly led you around a corner and to the team's celebration.

∿

the air was filled with laughter, clinking glasses and heartfelt congratulations as you celebrated the victory with your team. you couldn't escape the surreal feeling that surrounded you as you celebrated with your teammates, mechanics and other members of the mercedes family. all the hard work, sacrifice and relentless pursuit of your dreams had culminated in that triumphant moment. the weight of the championship trophy in your hands was a constant reminder that you were now part of formula one history and would forever go down in the annals as the first female and brazilian champion.

you tried to focus on the present moment and enjoy the joyful atmosphere of the team's celebration, but your thoughts kept drifting to Mick, his smile, and the urgency in his voice as he had called out to you.

what could he possibly want to discuss?

the thought piqued your curiosity, prompting you to take a quick glance around the room to spot Mick in the crowd. but to your surprise, he was nowhere to be seen. you quickly figured that he must’ve left the party only a few hours into the celebration, and you wondered where he had disappeared to. could he have returned to the hotel? why did he leave so suddenly? your desire to be alone with him for a moment grew stronger, and you were eager to find out what he wanted to talk about. should you go after him? the only problem was that you had no idea where he had gone.

as you stood there pondering your next move, you decided to ask for advice from someone who might have seen Mick leave. you scanned the room, looking for a familiar face in the sea of happy people. spotting one of your good friends and mercedes teammate, Lewis Hamilton, you made your way through the crowd to him.

"hey, Lewis," you greeted him with a slight sense of urgency in your voice. "did you see where Mick went? he left the party, and i have no idea where he went."

Lewis, noticing the concern on your face, frowned and thought for a moment. "hmm, now that you mention it, i actually saw Mick leave. i think he said he needed some fresh air. maybe he went out on the terrace?"

relief washed over you as you thanked Lewis and quickly headed for the terrace. the cool night breeze brushed your face as you stepped outside and scanned the dimly lit surroundings for any sign of Mick. and there he was, leaning against the railing, his eyes fixed on the starry sky. a mixture of emotions rose within you as you approached him. part of you was worried about his sudden departure, another part of you was happy to finally be able to talk to him alone. you took a deep breath and gently called his name.

"Mick?"

he turned to you, a mixture of surprise and relief evident in his eyes, "i didn't expect you to find me out here." you smiled softly. "well, i couldn't just let you disappear without a word. what's going on, Mick? why did you leave the party so suddenly?"

he sighed, his gaze fixed on the table, then looked up and met your eyes again. "i needed some time alone to collect my thoughts. it's been a whirlwind of emotions, and i wanted to find the right moment to talk to you."

his words hung in the air, their weight reverberating inside you. in that moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the world. you took a step forward and gently squeezed his hands to reassure him. "Mick, you can talk to me about anything. i'm here for you, just like you've always been here for me."

a small smile played around his lips as he looked into your eyes, his look a mixture of vulnerability and hope. "i have something important to tell you, something i've held back for far too long," he began in a soft but determined voice.

your heart skipped a beat, hanging on his every word, anticipation rising with every second. he took a deep breath and continued in a sincere voice, "when i saw you reach such a huge milestone tonight, i realized i couldn't hold back any longer."

"hold back? Mick, what do you mean?"

he took a step closer, his voice full of vulnerability. "i've tried to deny these feelings for so long, for fear of risking our friendship. but tonight i realized i can't hide it anymore. i'm in love with you, i always have been. i've had these feelings for you since we became friends, but i've been too shy to tell you. all these years, it's always been you. you were my first love and still are. and in my eyes, you could be so much more than just my friend."

time seemed to slow down as Mick's words sank in, your mind and heart tangled in a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. the world seemed to stand still as you processed his confession. the intensity of his words reverberated in your head and mingled with the pounding of your heart. as you looked into Mick's eyes, you realized the depth of his feelings, the unspoken connection that had blossomed between you over the years. the weight of his words settled in your heart, and you felt your own feelings surge forward and intertwine with his.

you could no longer hold back your feelings and stepped closer to Mick, your voice full of honesty and vulnerability. "Mick, i... i felt something, too. something deeper than friendship. seeing you by my side, supporting me through thick and thin, made me realize that you've become such an important part of my life. i really like you, and i think i could easily fall in love with you over time."

a mixture of relief and joy streamed across Mick's face as he gently took your hands in his and intertwined his fingers with yours. in that moment, the world around you blurred, and all that mattered was the connection you had with each other. "i never want to keep you from anything, but i couldn't bear to hide these feelings any longer. whatever happens next, i want you to know that i'm here for you no matter what."

as he cupped your face with his warm hands, his gaze met yours, searching for the slightest sign of hesitation. but there was none to be found. you closed your eyes and surrendered to the moment, and he pulled you closer, his lips delicately brushing yours. the kiss was tender and filled with a depth of feeling that stirred your soul. each touch of his lips triggered a wave of excitement in you, and your heart raced in response. in that embrace, he kissed you as if the world would fade away, as if nothing else mattered but the connection you had with each other. in his arms you felt a deep sense of security, love and admiration. it was a moment etched in your memory, an experience of passion and intimacy that you would never forget.

don’t forget to like, comment & reblog (it’s very much appreciated <3).

#·˚ ༘ ☕️ — mily’s writings !#f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 driver imagines #f1 driver x you #f1 driver x reader #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher #mick schumacher x y/n #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher imagines #formula one x you #formula one #formula one fanfiction #formula one x reader #formula one x y/n #mick schumacher one shot

290 notes · View notes

dreamonseems · 2 years ago

Note

Hiiii, I love your writing, it's so cuteee.

Would you mind writing something with Erling where reader is one of the other Mancity players' sister or a rival team player's sister please??

With potential fights between this bunch of idiotic dudes 🫣

Whether you want to make it smutty or not, as you wish <3

Venha Aqui (Come Here)

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Richarlison X Sister Reader

Summary: Your Richarlison sister and you came to England to study. you fall in love with Erling, and your brother isn't too happy about it.

If this is bad, I'm sorry 🙈 I think I over thought it too much, lol

Ok, I love Richarlison, but I feel like he's in a team that doesn't appreciate what he can as a player. So I hope he leaves Tottenham and finds clubs that give him time.

Ok, so like I loved this request. I'm Brazilian, so I chose one of my favorite players, Richalison. Also, because I don't know what race people who are reading this are and Brazil is such a diverse country with so many different mixes/races of people, I thought this would be the best option but you can imagineyourselfbeing the half sister. For example, my siblings and I are mixed with black, white, and native but we all came out looking different. My brother and I both looks black, and my sister came out fully white with green eyes. She doesn't even look like she has a touch of black in her. I just wanted everyone to feel included. So anyways, there is my little history lesson, lol

Yes, it's been a few weeks since Y/N arrived in England and she's settled in quite nicely. She's loving all her classes, soaking up new knowledge and enjoying the experience of learning in a different country. And, to top it all off, she's made some new friends who have welcomed her with open arms.

But the best part? Y/N gets to live with her older brother, who she missed terribly. It's been a while since they've been able to spend time together, and now they're able to catch up on lost time. It's a relief to have him nearby, especially in a foreign country where everything is still unfamiliar.

But, as with anything in life, there are downsides. Y/N's brother can be overprotective at times, particularly when it comes to boys. It's a little frustrating, but deep down she knows that he only has her best interests at heart. After all, he's always been there for her, even when they were kids. He's always looked out for her and taken care of her, so it's no surprise that he's still doing it now.

Despite the occasional annoyances, Y/N wouldn't have it any other way. She knows that she's lucky to have a brother who cares so much about her, and she's grateful for his support. Living with him has made her feel safer, happier, and more at home.

Today was the day that Y/N had been eagerly anticipating for weeks. She was finally going to watch her beloved brother, Richarlison, play in a football match against Manchester City. The excitement coursing through her veins was palpable, as she was looking forward to witnessing firsthand the immense talent that her brother possessed.

This was the first time that Y/N would be watching her brother play in England, and she was beyond excited to see him in action. She had heard so much about the electric atmosphere of English football matches, and she couldn't wait to experience it for herself.

Not only would Y/N be able to watch Richarlison play, but she was also excited to meet his team members. The thought of spending time with her brother and his colleagues was thrilling, and she couldn't wait to get to know them all better.

Above all, Y/N was excited to spend a fun-filled night partying it up with her favorite person in the world - her brother. Richarlison had promised her that he would win this match and take her out to enjoy the city after the game. The thought of having an amazing time exploring the city with her brother made her heart race with excitement.

Y/N took her seat, her heart racing, as she eagerly waited for the game to start. As the players began to come out onto the field, she couldn't help but be transfixed by the towering figure of one particular player. It was Erling Haaland, and he stood head and shoulders above everyone else on the field, even towering over her own brother, Richarlison, who was no small man at 6'0.

Although she had heard people talking about Haaland's skills on the field, Y/N had never really paid much attention. She was a loyal fan of her brother, and in her eyes, he was the best footballer out there. But as she watched Haaland move across the field, there was no denying the incredible athleticism and power he possessed.

And it wasn't just his skills on the field that caught Y/N's attention. There was something undeniably attractive about the Norwegian footballer that she just couldn't take her eyes off of. It was as if he had a magnetism about him, drawing her in and captivating her with every move he made.

Despite her loyalty to her brother, Y/N found herself unable to look away from Haaland. She was mesmerized by his talent, his power, and his undeniable allure. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in the presence of such a force, to feel his energy and his strength up close.

Y/N knew that she would always be a fan of Richarlison, but in that moment, she couldn't deny the power of Haaland's presence. He had captured her attention and held it tightly, leaving her breathless with admiration.

As the game developed, the tension on the field was palpable. Y/N's heart raced with anticipation as she watched the players battle it out, each team fighting fiercely for victory. And then, like a burst of lightning on a stormy night, Richarlison soared through the air and scored a beautiful header goal, giving Tottenham their second goal of the night. The stadium erupted in cheers, the crowd on its feet, as they celebrated his skill and talent.

But Tottenham's celebration was short-lived. As if from out of nowhere, Haaland came charging onto the field, a force to be reckoned with. He scored his second goal of the night for Manchester City, tying up the game and leaving Tottenham reeling from the blow.

Y/N's heart sank as she watched Manchester City's players celebrate, their joy and energy a stark contrast to the disappointment and frustration that permeated the Tottenham team. But just when it seemed like all hope was lost, Richarlison rose to the challenge once again.

With the clock ticking down, and the first half drawing to a close, Richarlison seized the moment and scored another goal, giving Tottenham the lead once again. The stadium roared with excitement, the crowd on their feet, as they cheered on their team.

As the players headed off the field for halftime, Y/N was looking forward to what was to come in the second half.

As the second half began, Y/N braced herself for the action. She knew that Manchester City was a fierce opponent and that they were not going to go down without a fight. But what she witnessed on the field was beyond anything she could have imagined.

Within minutes of the second half starting, Manchester City had scored yet another goal. Haaland, with his incredible speed and skill, had scored yet another goal, securing a hat-trick for the night. The temperature on the field was rising, the players becoming more and more aggressive with each other.

Suddenly, it all erupted into chaos. Richarlison and Haaland became entangled with one another, their tempers flaring and their fists flying. The other players quickly joined in, yelling and screaming at each other, until the referee finally managed to restore order.

Despite the chaos and the aggression, Tottenham refused to back down. With each passing minute, they fought harder and harder, their determination to win stronger than ever before. And then, finally, the moment they had been waiting for arrived.

With just a few minutes left in the game, Tottenham scored yet another goal, tying up the game once again.

But Tottenham was not content with a tie. With everything on the line, they pushed harder and harder, until finally, with just minutes left on the clock, Son scored one more goal, sealing Tottenham as the winners of today's match.

Y/N could hardly believe what she had witnessed. It had been a rollercoaster of a game, filled with drama, excitement, and raw emotion. But in the end, it was Tottenham who emerged victorious, their skill and determination shining through in every moment of the game. And as Y/N watched her brother celebrate with his teammates, she felt a rush of pride and joy, knowing that she was witnessing the birth of a legend.

-------------

After the game, as promised, Richarlison took Y/N out to celebrate. They decided to join some of the players at a nearby club to continue the festivities. Y/N was having the time of her life, dancing and laughing with her brother and his teammates. The energy in the room was electric, with everyone still buzzing from the drama of the game.

As Y/N made her way to the bar to get another drink, she suddenly stumbled over someone's feet, her clumsy nature getting the best of her once again. Just as she was about to hit the floor, someone caught her, saving her from an embarrassing fall. As she looked up, she found herself face to face with the one and only Erling Haaland.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she gazed into his piercing blue eyes. He was even more attractive up close, with his chiseled features and athletic build. She tried to compose herself, but found it difficult to speak in his presence.

Haaland, on the other hand, was surprisingly friendly and charming. He asked her if she was okay and even joked about her being clumsy, making her feel at ease.

"Here, let me buy you a drink," Erling said with a smirk, gesturing towards the bar. Y/N was momentarily taken aback, but she accepted his offer and followed him to the bar. The bartender placed their drinks in front of them, and Erling turned to Y/N.

"I'm Erling Haaland, and you are?" he asked, extending his hand.

"I know who you are. I'm Y/N," she replied, taking a sip of her drink. They continued to chat and laugh, enjoying each other's company.

"You lost the game today," Y/N remarked casually, taking another sip of her drink. Erling choked on his drink, surprised by her straightforwardness.

"Wow, you're straight forward. Yeah, we lost today, but I still got three goals. I can still celebrate that, can't I?" he said, smiling. Y/N giggled and nodded, agreeing with him.

"You have a beautiful smile," Erling said. But just as their conversation was heating up, Y/N's brother appeared, and everything came to a screeching halt. His voice boomed through the club as he called out her name, causing Erling and Y/N to stop and stare.

"You two know each other?" Erling asked, confusion etched on his face.

"H-he's my brother," Y/N stammered, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable. Richarlison's face was twisted in anger as he spoke again, this time in Portuguese.

"Venha aqui(come here)," he commanded, beckoning Y/N to come with him. She sighed, knowing she had to obey, and said goodbye to Erling before leaving with her overprotective brother.

As they drove home, the tension in the car grew by the minute. Y/N could sense her brother's frustration and anger radiating off of him like heat waves. "I don't want you anywhere near that guy," Richarlison growled, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Y/N was taken aback by her brother's sudden outburst. "What's your issue?" she asked, bewildered. "Is it because you guys got into a fight on the field?"

Richarlison's eyes flicked to her briefly before returning to the road ahead. "It's not just that," he said gruffly. "Haaland is trouble, Y/N. He's not good for you."

"But he seemed nice enough," Y/N protested. "And we only talked for a little while."

"That's not the point," Richarlison snapped. "I don't want you getting involved with him or any other footballers, for that matter. They're all just distractions."

Y/N sighed and leaned her head back against the headrest. She knew her brother meant well, but she couldn't help feeling frustrated by his overprotectiveness. "I can take care of myself, you know," she muttered.

Y/N couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew her brother was overprotective, but this was too much. "You can't control my life, Richarlison. I'm an adult, and I can make my own decisions."

"Of course, I can't control your life," he said, calming down a bit. "But I can advise you as your older brother. And I'm advising you to stay away from him."

She signs."In other words, you're actually saying yes Y/N you will obey me. Because I'm your older brother and you live with me. so my rules go, I know how you work, Richarlison, " she said, annoyed, imatating his voice.

Richarlison didn't reply, his jaw clenched tightly as he navigated the dark, winding roads that led back to their flat. Y/N knew she wouldn't be able to change his mind about Haaland, but she couldn't help feeling a twinge of curiosity about the handsome footballer. Maybe she would run into him again someday, she thought wistfully.

As they arrived home, Y/N stormed off, slamming the door behind her. She knew she might be acting childish. But she didn't care. She couldn't help but still feel frustrated from the argument with her Richarlison.

As she changed into her pajamas. She couldn't believe Richarlison was being so overprotective over her, and she didn't think it was fair that he was trying to control who she talked to. As she got into bed, her phone buzzed with a notification from Instagram.

She saw that Erling Haaland had followed her. He also sent her a message asking her out on a date. Her heart skipped a beat as she read the message, feeling a mix of joy and nervousness. She quickly replied, thanking him for the offer and saying she would love to go out with him sometime.

Despite her brother's disapproval, Y/N couldn't help but feel drawn to Erling. She knew she would have to be careful not to upset Richarlison, but she couldn't ignore the fluttering in her stomach at the thought of going out with the talented footballer. She drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Erling Haaland swirling in her mind.

------------

Y/N's date with Erling Haaland had been incredible. He was everything she had ever wanted in a man - charming, funny, caring, and hardworking. He was a total gentleman and made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. As they went on more dates, Y/N started to realize that she was falling for him, and two months later, they were practically dating.

But there was a big problem - Y/N had been keeping her relationship with Erling a secret from Richarlison. She was scared of what he might do when he found out, and the thought of him finding out made her anxious.

Y/N knew that Richarlison had a strong disliking towards her dating Erling or any other footballers, and he had made it clear that he didn't want her to get involved with them. But she couldn't help the way she felt, and she didn't want to lose the person who had brought her so much happiness.

As she lay in bed that night cuddled up to Erling, she couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and anxiety. She knew she had to tell Richarlison eventually, but the thought of how he might react kept her up at night. Y/N didn't want to lose her brother's trust and respect, but she also didn't want to give up the person who made her feel so happy and fulfilled.

-------------

Y/N couldn't believe what had just happened. This was definitely not how she had wanted her brother, Richarlison, to find out. She had thought she had the house all to herself, with Richarlison supposedly at a friend's birthday party until tomorrow. It was perfect timing, as Erling was free to come over. One thing had led to another, and their evening activities had ended up in her bedroom.

"Fuck, you drive me crazy," Erling grunted as he slipped his shirt off. Y/N pulled him towards her, and their lips met in a passionate embrace. Victoria tasted the sweetness of the wine he had been drinking as Erling's tongue explored her mouth. Their hands were everywhere, wandering around each other's bodies. Erling's hand found her bra strap, and as he was about to remove it, the door suddenly opened, and there stood Richarlison.

As Richarlison saw what was happening, he quickly closed the door. Y/N and Erling were startled, and the moment the door opened, Erling went straight to cover both of them. "Fuck," Y/N exclaimed, scared for what was about to happen. Outside the room, Richarlison was banging on the door, demanding them to get dressed and get out right away.

Y/N's heart was racing with fear and embarrassment as she quickly scrambled to get dressed, with Erling by her side. She opened the door. "What are you doing here?" she asked him, puzzled.

"What am I doing here? It's my home!" Richarlison yelled at her, his voice filled with anger and frustration.

Erling stepped in, straightening himself and displaying his full height. "Hey, calm down," he said to Richarlison. "You stay out of it," Richarlison responded, turning his attention back to Y/N.

"I forgot the gift for the party so I came back to get it, and I came to ask you again if you were sure you didn't want to come with me to the party. But to my surprise, you were having your own party!" Richarlison yelled at Y/N, clearly upset.

Erling pulled Y/N behind him and stepped close to Richarlison. "If we are going to have this conversation, don't yell at her," Eriling yelled back at Richarlison.

"She's my sister! We yell at each other all the time. Who are you to tell me what to do?" Richarlison responded, his voice still raised.

"I'm just saying this isn't Y/N's fault. It's yours. She would have told you we were dating, but she was too afraid of what your reaction would be," Eriling said.

"Dating! My fault! It's your fault!" Richarlison shouted, pushing Eriling.

"Yes, it's your fault," Eriling said, pushing him back.

"You want to fight? Fine!" Richarlison said, grabbing a handful of Eriling's shirt.

"Why not?" Eriling said, pushing Richarlison again.

Y/N screamed at them to stop. Both men turned to look at her and saw tears streaming down her face. "Just stop both of you! I'm sick and tired of this who-has-the-bigger-dick competition!" she shouted at them, her voice shaking with anger and frustration.

Both men reacted at the same time, stepping in to comfort her. "Y/N," Richarlison said, calling her by her name. "Baby," Eriling said, using a term of endearment.

Y/N stepped back from both men, turning to face Richarlison. "Just stop, Richarlison! I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I knew you would act like this. And I don't understand why, when I'm an adult, I can do what I want. Erling is good to me. If you love me and respect me as your sister, you will try to get to know Erling, or at least tolerate him for me," she said firmly.

She then turned to Erling and said, "Erling, I'm completely falling for you. If you truly like me, you'll do the same. You both need to put your differences aside if you love me because I am not choosing one over the other."

With that, Y/N walked away, leaving both men standing there, completely baffled by what had just happened.

Richarlison and Erling stood there in silence for a few moments, processing what had just happened. Eventually, Erling spoke up.

"I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to cause trouble between you and your sister. I really care about her."

Richarlison let out a deep sigh. "I know, and I'm sorry too. I just... I don't want my sister to get hurt, you know?"

Erling nodded. "I understand. But you have to trust her to make her own decisions and trust that she knows what's best for her. And I can definitely assure you that I'm very serious about her this is not a game for me."

Richarlison thought for a moment. "You're right. I guess I just need to get to know you better and give you a chance. I trust my sister, and if she sees something in you, then she must be right."

Erling smiled. "I'd like that."

Richarlison gets serious again and says, "But if you hurt her, we'll be having a different conversation!"

Erling shakes his head. "I understand." He says.

They shake hands, and Y/N cames back into the room. "So, are we good?" she asked, looking at both of them.

Richarlison nodded. "Yeah, we're good. I'll try to be more understanding."

Y/N smiled. "Thank you. And Erling, are you okay?"

Erling nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just want to make things right between us."

Y/N smiled at him. "I know you will. I trust you." Y/N gave them both a hug.

She felt relieved that things were starting to work out. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was willing to work at it if it meant she could be with the person she loved.

As they all settled down on the couch, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the two men in her life. They were both flawed, but they were also both willing to put their differences aside for her. And in that moment, that was all that mattered.

151 notes · View notes

foot-tea · 10 months ago

Note

what do you think about richarlison?

i know he’s dating with amandinha but like isn’t it weird? he’s 26 years old and amandinha is newly 20? Also what do you think about him? (about before his relationship and following entire female population lol)

Overall a very good guyoff the field. He has spoken about mental health problems and even donates 10% of his salary to underprivileged background people and he is much better than his fascist right wing Bolsonaro supporting team. His followings are a bit of a red flag 🚩🚩. Boy follows all influencers and a lot of them are bikini models and are usually in their early20s and full of plastic surgery like it is not even funny 💀💀. His gf is very young though(attached photos). Their hard launch was so hilarious with the chicken egg thing 🤣🤣Idk about plastic surgery and all but she seems very pretty. She is a brazilian influencer. Must have dmed her like most footballers do 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️. I am sorry I do not have much info, Brazilian gossip is very good but it is all in portugese which I do not speak 💔💔💔

#richarlison #brazil #tottenham hotspur #spurs

9 notes · View notes

allthebrazilianpolitics · 1 year ago

Text

Women's World Cup: flexible working hours for Brazilian civil servants to support the female national soccer team

The Brazilian government has announced civil servants can turn up to work four hours late when the national side – who go by the nickname As Canarinhas [The Little Female Canaries] — contests the Women's World Cup tournament, co-hosted by Australia and New Zealand.

“On days when the games are held at 8am, the working hours will start at 12pm Brasilia time,” Brazil's Minister of Management and Innovation in Public Services Esther Dweck said.

“On days when the games are held at 7am, the working hours will start at 11am Brasilia time.”

When Brazil plays Panama in its World Cup opener in Adelaide at 9pm AEST on Monday, it will be 8:30am in Rio de Janeiro.

#brazil #politics #feminism #soccer #women's world cup #brazilian politics #women's world cup 2023 #workers' rights #mod nise da silveira #image description in alt

10 notes · View notes

aaroncutler · 4 months ago

Text

Sessão Mutual Films: Elek / Mészáros: Cronistas húngaras [Mutual Films Session: Elek / Mészáros: Hungarian Chroniclers]

July 17th: The link above leads to Portuguese-language information about the 24th edition of the Mutual Films Session, co-curated and organized by me and Mariana Shellard, whose screenings will take place between July 17th and 27th at the São Paulo-based unit of the Instituto Moreira Salles and on July 27th at the Instituto’s unit in Poços de Caldas.

The event places into dialogue four early works from two extraordinary voices of Hungarian and world cinema. Márta Mészáros (born in 1931) is a prolific author of searing dramas that poignantly explore the profundities of solitude, oftentimes through stories of young women striving both to survive and to define themselves in relation to harsh surroundings. Judit Elek (born in 1937) is the maker of myriad documentary and fiction portraits of isolated members of her society who are presented both with great compassion and with social criticism.

Mészáros’s work has had a critical renaissance in recent years thanks to a large-scale restoration project of her films undertaken by the Hungarian National Film Archive – a project which was originally set to premiere in retrospective form at the Bergamo Film Meeting, pre-pandemic, and which has toured the world in rousingly successful fashion since then, both at physical festivals and virtually. The Archive has also more recently realized a large-scale restoration project devoted to Elek’s filmography, which premiered in 2023 within an expansive retrospective of Elek's films at the Rotterdam International Film Festival (IFFR).

The two filmmakers hold evident similarities (among these gender, nationality, and multiple collaborators in common), while displaying tremendous differences between them in terms of interests and aesthetic approaches. The selection of works that will screen at the Instituto already gives a sense of this with one short and one feature-length film from each director. One program pairs Elek’s first completed solo film, 1963’s Encounter, with Mészáros’s first feature (and the first feature directed by a woman in Hungary since before the Second World War), 1968’s The Girl. The other program pairs one of Mészáros’s most strikingly humanist short films, 1964’s Blow-Ball, with Elek’s first feature, 1969’s The Lady of Constantinople. Each artist would realize several great films in the years following these works – what will screen is just a sample from their long-lasting careers.

The screening on July 18th in São Paulo will be followed by a talkback with the programmers and cultural producers Maria Vragova (responsible for the organization of a recent film series in the Brazilian city of Curitiba devoted to the work of Eastern European women filmmakers, as well as numerous other film series and visual art exhibitions through the production company Ars et Vita) and Nayla Guerra (an employee of the Cinemateca Brasileira/Brazilian Cinematheque, as well as the author of a recently published book that surveys the production of short films directed by female filmmakers in Brazil during the years of the country’s most recent military dictatorship). The first of the two screenings in Poços de Caldas on July 27th will be followed by a talkback with the locally based filmmaker, photographer, and pedagogue Dani Alvisi. Both screenings with talkbacks have free admission, while the series’s other screenings have ticket prices of 10 Brazilian reais full price and 5 Brazilian reais half-price.

This edition of the Mutual Films Session is realized with the special support of two entities. One is the Consulate-General of Hungary in São Paulo, which has provided aid to the Mutual Films Session for the second time, with the first being our screenings in 2019 of Miklós Janscó’s Red Psalm (a film also restored by the extraordinary team of the Hungarian National Film Archive). The other is the Brazilian online platform and theatrical distributor FILMICCA, whose streaming catalogue includes a collection of twelve restored films directed by Mészáros, as well as a number of other restored classics held by archives and small distributors.

We were fortunate to be able to translate into Portuguese two supplements for the series section on the Mutual Films website. One is a selection of interviews with Márta Mészáros which were originally published in English in the American scholar Catherine Portuges's crucial 1993 book about the filmmaker, Screen Memories: The Hungarian Cinema of Márta Mészáros, and whose translation appears with Portuges's consent. The other is a translation of a piece of a conversation originally published in Hungarian in 2006 between Judit Elek and her then-husband, the late filmmaker Zsolt Kézdi-Kovács, which was initially held for his documentary film about the Hungarian Revolution called That Day Was Ours and which appears in English in the book Judit Elek - The Lady From Budapest (co-organized by Gyöngyi Fazekas, Olaf Möller, and Barbara Wurm on behalf of the IFFR, which published the book in 2023 to accompany its retrospective). This text appears in Portuguese with the permission of the IFFR's communications team (led by Anne Wabeke) and of Judit Elek.

The series is dedicated to the memory of the Brazilian journalist and translator of Hungarian descent Edith Elek (no relation to Judit) – who passed away in November of last year – as well as some important figures from Hungarian film history who have also perished during the past few years. And, in addition to the series thanks that are listed on the Mutual Films website and in the Instituto Moreira Salles’s monthly film program booklet, I myself wish to thank two individuals. One is the vital Brazilian film programmer Carla Italiano, whose conversations with me about Márta Mészáros’s work have enriched my understanding of its importance. The other is Ava Shellard-Cutler, who turned one year old on July 9th, and whose felicity continues to inspire me and Mariana in very much of what we do.

0 notes

demonsfate · 1 year ago

Note

I feel like Tekken 4 having Heihachi be the final boss again was because that game was trying to back to being normal-ish, thus Orge and everything Devil is only mentioned, and in the case of the Devils, only seen in Kazuya and Jin's arcade endings.

And with the roster, were it me, I'd have Anna, Bruce, Gun Jack, and Kunimitsu be part of the returning cast, since I think the game would only need one more column to have it feel fuller to where the random select icon is in the middle, and out of them (except Anna who I'd have from the start to fully switch the roles with Nina of who gets unlocked), one could be an extra unlockable to make up for shifting the random select icon to the middle as it'd be a 5X5 box instead.

Granted I don't think there's much to go with in terms of known concept art and the unused names like Sugar McGregor, with the only one we have some idea behind is Dean Earwicker as the original name for Steve before they changed it, so I can't just say "new character here too".

As for Bosconovitch in Tag Tournament, I assume him and Dr. Abel were going to share a slot like Angel/Devil and Alex/Roger, and play the same but adjusted since "the lying down on the floor or only ducking when stood up before falling" gimmick of Bosconovitch would have been annoying to Arcade players who didn't get it, but I imagine they were cut because Dr. Abel had no reason to fight where Bosconovitch was just a joke playable initially, and because Dr. B's combat data was never in the arcade version of Tekken 3 which Tag 1 was based on, so he got cut because the time needed to implement him.

Though I would have loved if the PS2 version included him and the Tekken Fighters, but Tag 1 as a whole is weird anyway given they use the Tekken 1 & 2 Nina/Anna voice for Angel when she got a unique voice for the PS1 release of Tekken 2, thus my theory of not having the stuff to implement console stuff into an updated arcade release.

That cooooould be true considering Tek4 was doing a few New Things. (Such as the terrain being at different levels). Buuuut... Tekken 1 was really the only "normal-ish" one with a Normal Boss. Tekken 2, we immediately get a devil as the last boss, who we can play as along with an angel. I believe the team said they threw in bears and devils because they wanted to be "fun" and differentiate themselves from Virtua Fighter. So, having zany characters and bosses feels a bit more established for the IP. Buuuuuuuut. Also considering how all of Tek4's levels were very grounded in reality, that also supports the idea that they just wanted a "normal" boss for the game. But as I've pointed out, the exclusion of mainstays like Anna, Jack, and Armor King also feels like they're evidence that something happened during development - either budget or time restraint issues. So who really knows about that... it's why I'd like to learn more about the development process! The Cutting Room Floor doesn't have much info on the games even when compared to the Sims console games, which have a lot more interesting stuff on the pages.

All the websites I've visited cited Sugar as Steve's original name. As well as one being "Ryan Lewis," which was for Steve, too. WHICH I would've found to be funny given Macklemore and Ryan Lewis. Just how there are two other very Brazilian female names, which were pretty evident they were Christie's original names, too. And Violent who was gonna be called Benjamin for some reason...?

Yeah, that makes sense. But regardless, it would've been interesting to see other nonfighter characters like Dr. B, Abel, Sebastian, and Jane all be in the roster of a future Tag game. Of course, modern fighting games rarely have huge rosters anymore due to the strain of them. (Making sure every character is balanced and fun to play as, etc) But would've been fun to see just a Tag roster that's JAM PACKED with characters! Even if some would've been silly, It would've been entertaining regardless!

#✏️ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ // (ooc)#✏️ - ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ? // (inbox)

0 notes

aboutanimation · 1 year ago

Video

vimeo

VERIFIED | Xika vs the Disinformation | Short Film | English from Clubcamping on Vimeo.

After the pandemic, our studio, Clubcamping, felt compelled to create a signature short with a Latin American flair, addressing the pressing issue of disinformation in our 'post post-truth' age. As we navigated through a sea of information, our narrative began taking shape, emphasizing the distorted effects of disinformation. With our team being 90% female, our heroine naturally emerged as a young girl, standing as a symbol of truth amidst a landscape of deception.

Our creative challenge was twofold: depict the transformative power of disinformation without causing offense, and design characters representative of the disinformation crisis. This task became smoother when @veroinstituto in Brazil partnered with us, integrating our short into their larger campaign against disinformation in Latin America.

In collaboration with @veroinstituto, we expanded our narrative universe, spotlighting the dangers of manipulated truths. We're excited to share more about our journey and the broader campaign. To support and learn more, visit vero.org.br/verificables and for a behind-the-scenes look, explore our Behance page.

CREDIT LIST: Directed by Clubcamping Creative direction: Mariano Fernández Russo EP: Ana Sieglitz & Juliana Millán Script: Carolina Cantero, Alan Pettersen, Ana Sieglitz & Mariano Fernández Russo Lead Production: Ana Laura Aparicio Production Assistant: Alan Pettersen Animation Direction: Pablo Cuello Animatic: Mariano Fernández Russo Art Direction: Martín Vinograd Art Lead: Juan Barabani Color: Nahuel Ruiz Illustration: Juan Barabani, Martín Vinograd and Ramiro Cabrera. Layouts: Evelin Unfer & Constanza Oroza 2D Animation: Nicolas Piccirilli, Alejandro Briganti, Franco Pelliciaro, Magui Barone & Maricel Piazza Clean up: Sofia Diaz, Alan Mohamed, Mercedes Di Santis, Celina Pavon, Gabriel Rocha & Adele Baquiast Compositing & Motion Animation: Mariano Fernández Russo & Gabriel Rocha Additional Compositing: Yago Lopez Graphic Design: Adriana Matallana

Sound Music and Sound Design: Facundo Capece & Felipe Barandalla Sound Producer: Alan Pettersen VO: Julieta Nieto & Ademara

Partner: INSTITUTO VERO Project Coordinator: Victor Vicente Partnership Coordinator: Victor Durigan Content: Agenor Neto Designer: Matheus Vieira Brazilian Analysts: Larissa Machado, Thaís Aguiar, Camila Tsuzuki

Special Thanks: Sandra Sharman & Carlos Balseiro #verificadas #verificables #desinformacao #fakenews #educacaomidiatica #xikavsdesinformação #xikavsdesinformacion #vero #clubcamping #2Danimation #animationstudio @motiongraphics_p @twineanimation @goodmovestv #damngoodmove @motiongraphics_collective

0 notes

swldx · 2 years ago

Text

6080Khz 0259 30 DEC 2022 - VOICE OF AMERICA (UNITED STATES OF AMERICA) in ENGLISH from PINHEIRA. SINPO = 55333. English, @0258z dead carrier s/on. @0300z “News via remote” read by female announcer. Brazilian football legend Pelé has died at the age of 82, after battling cancer and cardiac problems the past year. Over the course of his legendary career, the man who led his national team to an unprecedented three World Cup titles became known as one of the sport’s greatest players. Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI is lucid, conscious and stable but his condition remains serious, the Vatican said Thursday, a day after it revealed that the 95-year-old's health had deteriorated recently. A statement from Vatican spokesman Matteo Bruni said Pope Francis asked for continued prayers "to accompany him in these difficult hours." Kosovo has reopened the main border crossing with Serbia, as Serbia’s President Aleksandar Vucic has announced dozens of other roadblocks in Northern Kosovo also would be removed. Thursday, after days of the crossing between Kosovo and Serbia being blocked by barricades, trucks now can traverse it again. The removal of barricades blocking the main border crossing paves the way for easing tensions between Kosovo and Serbia, in a volatile Balkan region. Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu attends a toast for the new Speaker of the Knesset Amir Ohana (unseen) after the new government is sworn in at the parliament, in Jerusalem. A massive fire at a Cambodian hotel casino that lasted more than 12 hours killed at least 19 people and injured more than 60, while other victims were apparently not yet accounted for Thursday. Neighboring Thailand sent firetrucks and emergency workers to help cope with the crisis in the bustling border town of Poipet. The U.S. has dispatched billions in military aid to Ukraine to support its territorial defense after Russia invaded at the beginning of the year and joined with allies to issue stringent sanctions against Vladimir Putin's government. And a dust-up over U.S. support for Taiwan, an independent democracy which China considers part of its territory, was a recent point of tension with China — though Biden and Chinese leader Xi Jinping recently met for several hours of diplomatic talks. The U.S. State Department has approved the sale of an anti-tank mine-laying system to Taiwan amid the rising military threat from China. The department on Wednesday said the Volcano system and all related equipment would cost an estimated $180 million. It's capable of scattering anti-tank and anti-personnel mines from either a ground vehicle or helicopter, the type of weapon some experts believe Taiwan needs more of to dissuade or repel a potential Chinese invasion. Ryan Seacrest will usher in 2023 on “New Year’s Rockin’ Eve” from Times Square, with iconic bands from the 1980s and 1990s as well as a member of BTS and a TikTok sensation. Duran Duran, fresh off an induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, will be playing their hits. @0305z "Daybreak Africa" begins. MLA 30 amplified loop (powered w/8 AA rechargeable batteries ~10.8vdc), Etón e1XM. 100kW, beamAz 138°, bearing 82°. Received at Plymouth, United States, 10777KM from transmitter at Pinheira. Local time: 2059.

0 notes

lgbtpopcult · 3 years ago

Text

January 2022 WLW in Entertainment Rundown

Updated with all the latest

Movies

youtube

The first ever lesbian character(s) comes to the Scream franchise with Scream 5!

youtube

The last thing Mary Saw, on Shudder, January 20

Heatwave 2022, available on pvod (amazon, itunes etc.)

AM I OK? premieres at Sundance Film Festival 20-30 January

Lucy and Jane are the best of friends. They finish each other’s sentences, predict every detail of each other’s food order, and pretty much know everything about each other. But when Jane is promoted at work and agrees to move to London for her new position, Lucy confesses her deepest, long-held secret: She likes women, she has for a long time, and she’s terrified by this later-in-life realization. Suddenly, their friendship is thrown into chaos as the two choose different routes by which to navigate the unexpected changes in their lives.

youtube

Girl Picture premieres at Sundance Film Festival 20-30 January

GIRL PICTURE

Best friends Mimmi and Rönkkö work after school at a food court smoothie kiosk, frankly swapping stories of their frustrations and expectations regarding love and sex. Volatile misfit Mimmi, unexpectedly swept up in the thrill of a new romance with Emma (a driven skater training for the European championships), struggles to adjust to the trust and compromise required by a lasting relationship. Meanwhile, the offbeat, indefatigable Rönkkö hits the teen party scene, stumbling through a series of awkward encounters with members of the opposite sex while hoping to find her own version of satisfaction.

Marte Um, Brazilian film at Sundance Film Festival 20-30 January

Many of our favorites are back including Batwoman, Legends of Tomorrow, New Amsterdam, Nancy Drew and more.

youtube

Chosen season 1 drops on Netflix January 27, has a gay girl as its lead and is easily the most interesting TV offering this month.

5 January 2022 Rebelde Netflix version will have some wlw.

In How I met your Father the father's adopted sister is a lesbian who "just moved to New York from a small farming town after separating from her wife. Ellen's more comfortable on an organic lettuce field than in a Brooklyn dive bar."

In Single Drunk Female the main character is bi and the series also has Rebecca Henderson. Henderson will portray Olivia, a brilliant melancholic lesbian who works as one of The Greeters at AA. Smart as a whip with an acerbic wit, Olivia is a highly regarded, Peabody award-winning PBS journalist known for her program “Off the Docs.”

In Hbomax's Peacemaker (yeah...I know 😩) one of the women of the team will have a supportive but tired wife, reluctantly dealing with her new wife’s government job and the secrecy it requires.

youtube

Gigi the daughter of the Monarch family is married to a woman. January 30.

In Pivoting one of the 3 leading ladies is a bi woman who is getting back into the dating game after a failed marriage.

One of the supporting characters in the CW's new superhero show Naomi is gay and interested in Naomi. It's unclear whether she's interested back but we are made to understand she's queer and could be interested and the show is cool overall. Will keep an eye on it.

Video Games, Comics and More

youtube

Curious Expedition 2 - Highlands of Avalon DLC adds to our favorite turn-based narrative roguelike. Explore while romance of all kinds flourishes.

Harley Quinn: The Animated Series - The Eat, Bang, Kill Tour #5

RELEASES JAN 11TH, 2022

Harley Quinn #11

RELEASES JAN 25TH, 2022

LIFE IS STRANGE: SETTLING DUST ISSUE #4

187 notes · View notes

countess-of-edessa · 2 years ago

Text

I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic. I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists. I'm a NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun. I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed. I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat. I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy. I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy. I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS. I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape. I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist. I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch. I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell. I'm a CHRISTAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell. I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat. I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world. (Atheism is considered a religion.) I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people. I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible. I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay. I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy. I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants. I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem. I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store. I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage. I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore... I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut. I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs. I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob. I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo. I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend. I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars. I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy. I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore. I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut. I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a "big one". I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST! I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin. I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life. I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention. I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention. I'm INTO THEATER & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual. I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist. I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be screwing them all. I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player. I have Big BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe. I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer. I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser. I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll. I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi. I hang out with a GAYS, so i must be GAY TOO I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT. I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13 I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas Im a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction Im a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude

Im STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent. I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.. or crazy. I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid. I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat. I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly. I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7 I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals. I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up. I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist. I'm in BAND, so I MUST be a dork. I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty. I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser. I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control. I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister. I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore. I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive. I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border. I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat. I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.

I'm an ASIAN GUY, so I MUST have a small penis. I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay. I'm a PREP, so I MUST be rich. I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino. I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party. I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo. I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy. I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone. I hang out with teenage drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too. I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't. I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social. I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy. I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch. My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills. I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch. I'm a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs. I read Comics, so I MUST be a loser. I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE.. So I MUST be a whore myself. I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse I’m a GOTH, so I MUST be a Satanist I’m a CROSSDRESSER, so I must be homosexual. I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak. I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker. I WATCH PORN so I MUST be perverted. I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled. I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak. I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant. I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo. I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent. I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend. I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers. I'm DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare. I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth. I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE. I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid. I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE. I'm an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER! I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth. I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future. I don't like YAOI or YURI, so I must be a HOMOPHOBE I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue. I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex. I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blond blue-eyed lesbian. I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see. I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE. I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER. I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED. I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST. I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST. I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick. I love YAOI, so I MUST be GAY. I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish I'm SWEDISH, therefore I MUST be WHITE. I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard. I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean. I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid. I'm Australian so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroo’s I go to RENFAIRES, so I MUST talk weird, be a loser, and not be up with the times I’m GAY so I’m after EVERY straight guy around. I don’t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian. I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting. I love marching band, so I MUST be a friendless freak. I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life. I am friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too. I cry easily, so I MUST be a wimp. I can't help pointing out mistakes so I MUST be an over-controlling perfectionist I'm a PERFECTIONIST so I MUST check everything ten times, them burst into tears at one mistake I DON"T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problems

31 notes · View notes

usafphantom2 · 2 years ago

Text

US Blue Angels appoints first female pilot in squadron history

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 07/19/2022 - 11:00 am in Demonstration Squadrons, Military

The famous Blue Angels air demonstration team of the United States Navy appointed on Monday (07/18) the first female pilot in the history of the squadron, the organization said.

Lieutenant Amanda Lee, who answers the "Stalin" sign, is one of the six new main members selected for the team, founded 76 years ago, the Navy said. He said that women from the Navy and Marine Corps served in the Blue Angels for 55 years, but never before as pilots.

The Blue Angels were created in 1946 to generate public support and raise Navy morale by performing air movements at air shows, sporting events and other flight demonstrations.

Lee, from Mounds View, Minnesota, is currently assigned to the demonstration team of Strike Fighter Squadron (VFA) 106, known as Gladiators, stationed at Oceana Navy Air Station in Virginia Beach, Virginia. She and the other new members will report to the Blue Angels in September. The other pilot selected is Lieutenant Commander Thomas Zimmerman, who is currently assigned to the "Red Rippers" of the Strike Fighter Squadron (VFA) 11.

Lee enlisted in the Navy in 2007, according to a Navy post on Facebook. She worked as an aviation electronics technician before participating in the sailor-to-admiral commissioning program. She graduated from the Navy in 2013.

After the current season ends in winter, members will undergo five months of training at a California facility before starting the 2023 concert season.

There are 17 officers currently at the Blue Angels. They usually serve two years with the team.

While Lee is the first female jet pilot to be accepted into the Blue Angels, she is not the first female pilot in the squadron. Major Katie Cook of the Marines, who joined the Blue Angels in 2015, flew on the squadron's KC-130, the squad's "Fat Albert" logistics aircraft.

"The mission of the Blue Angels is to show the teamwork and professionalism of the United States Navy and Marine Corps through flight demonstrations and community outreach, inspiring a culture of excellence and service to the country," the Navy wrote in a statement.

Tags: Military AviationBlue AngelsDemonstration SquadronsUSN - United States Navy/U.S. Navy

Previous news

Embraer and BAE Systems announce collaboration for Eve's C-390 Millennium and eVTOL

Next news

A330 MRTT: The world's first certified tanker for automatic air-to-air refueling operations

Fernando Valduga

Aviation photographer and pilot since 1992, he has participated in several events and air operations, such as Cruzex, AirVenture, Dayton Airshow and FIDAE. He has works published in a specialized aviation magazine in Brazil and abroad. He uses Canon equipment during his photographic work in the world of aviation.

Related news

HELICOPTERS

NH90 is not meeting Sweden's needs, says head of the Swedish Air Force

07/19/2022 - 6:00 PM

WEAPONS

Norway selects StormBreaker smart weapon for F-35 fleet

07/19/2022 - 4:00 PM

An F-15E Strike Eagle taxis in preparation for a real firing mission, where the crew will launch an AIM-120D3 using production missile hardware developed under the AMRAAM Form, Fit, Function Refresh program. (Photo: U.S. Air Force / 1st Lindsey Heflin)

WEAPONS

USAF concludes the first launch of the AIM-120D3 guided air-to-air missile

07/19/2022 - 2:00 PM

MILITARY

A330 MRTT: The world's first certified tanker for automatic air-to-air refueling operations

07/19/2022 - 12:00 PM

EMBRAER

Embraer and BAE Systems announce collaboration for Eve's C-390 Millennium and eVTOL

07/19/2022 - 10:05 AM

FARNBOROUGH

Northrop Grumman and Boom Supersonic collaborate to provide military mission solutions

07/19/2022 - 09:00 AM

HOME Main Page Editorials Information Events Collaborate SPECIALS Advertise About

Cavok Brasil - Digital Tchê Web Creation

Commercial

Executive

Helicopters

History

Military

Brazilian Air Force

Space

SPECIALS

Cavok Brasil - Digital Tchê Web Creation

17 notes · View notes

atsuminthe · 3 years ago

Text

lily-of-the-valley

★ synopsis: it’s time to return home.

★ character(s): nicolas romero

★ genre: angst to fluff, smut

★ warnings: female reader, 18+, overstimulation, it’s just plain, make-up, vanilla sex for the soul, swearing i guess

★ minty’s notes: this idea has been plaguing me for days. i had to write it down. also in the victorian flower language, lily-of-the-valley represents the return of happiness. you probably figured out why i chose this title

★ additional notes: pspspsps @lausterdomyamong come get y’all romero juice <3

part of the “home is where your heart is” series

it’s so quiet without you.

nicolas realizes that a little bit too late, having turned off his phone as he lays in bed on the other side of the world from you and rubens. he stares at the ceiling—the dimly-lit room becomes blurry as his eyes turn misty, guilt hitting him in the face like a wall of bricks. he knows arguments are supposed to happen in relationships of any kind—it’s inevitable.

yet, the image of your red, puffy eyes as you saw him off at the airport just a week prior still slashes at his heart, trying to rip it open and make it bleed until he eventually dies. it was his fault to begin with, extra practice taking over his schedule—all you had asked was that he come home on time, at least once, so you three can eat dinner together and maybe watch a movie or do some family activity before tucking your son in bed and going off to sleep yourselves. that’s all you asked—pleaded, borderline begged—and now he realizes the waver in your voice when you called him, the night of the fight, at 11:47 pm, to tell him that rubens was asleep and dinner had gone cold. he remembers you telling him that you miss him, before hanging up—was it the fact that you hung up abruptly and he didn’t have a chance to say anything, or the fact that he was frustrated with himself for not doing the one thing he was asked, to blame for the anger that overtook him? most likely the latter, he muses, scratching his stubbled cheek.

you’re always so good to him, taking care of the house and the family even if you have a job yourself—always there to support and encourage him, even if it’s over facetime—and he dumps his unnecessary frustration on you when you had no blame in the first place.

he shouldn’t have thought of that—now his pillow is soaked with tears and he can’t sleep on it.

“gods, i’m the worst,” he whispers, turning on his side and looking out the window as the moon shines down on the floor. “i’m so stupid.” you haven’t spoken to him since he left. ignored calls and texts, not interrupting your activity whenever rubens wanted to facetime with him—it’s like he’s dead to you, nonexistent even. and that hurts him more than he can admit. “i have to make it up to her somehow,” he whispers to nobody in particular, exhaling a shaky breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

and he left without at least apologizing.

rio de janeiro’s galeão international airport is as crowded as it can get, with people shoving and scurrying all over the place. the brazilian men’s volleyball team is greeted by a sea of journalists and cameras as they weave around the terminals, luggage in hand and ignoring every attempt to be talked to with a swift hand up. the cameras keep flashing and clicking as they disperse, bidding their farewells and promising to meet over beer some time in the future.

nicolas takes a deep breath, his troller smoothly trudging behind him on the marbled floor. he doesn’t have anyone waiting for him, so he’ll have to make do with an uber until ipanema. i should stop and buy something, but what? maybe a cake? or something to-go? the souvenirs i got won’t be enough, most likely, he thinks. he’s so deep in thought that he misses the way rubens runs up to him and launches into his side until he’s on the floor, tackled by his son as the little boy laughs and hugs him tight.

“i missed you, papai!” he laughs, not letting go even as his father stands up, holding tight on his leg with a large smile on his face. “how was your flight?”

“it… was good, i suppose,” he answers, his own grin slowly forming as he crouches so they both are on the same level. he pats rubens’ brown locks, the corners of his eyes crinkling with how big he’s smiling. a cough behind him makes him flinch, slowly turning his head towards the source of his disturbance.

you sit there, arms crossed over your chest—a frown evident on your face as your brows are pinched together and your lips jut out slightly into a pout. nicolas’s eyes widen and he immediately straightens, fingers flexing and balling into fists as he tries to find his words. it’s a lot more complicated in person, when you look so disappointed in him and he can practically smell the anger on you. he opens his mouth a few times, trying to voice his thoughts—which are a lot and very jumbled—but he’s just gaping like a fish. rubens snickers in the back, now clinging onto your leg.

you sigh loudly, rolling your eyes for the dramatic effect, and your face relaxes, lips curling into a soft smile—before your husband can raise his head and ask something stupid, you wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders. there’s a certain stiffness in nicolas’s body as he registers what the fuck just happened, but it’s quickly gone as he relaxes in your grasp, his own, bulkier arms circling your waist and pulling you into him. there’s a little wet pressure on your shoulder, where he buried his face, but you pay it no mind—now is not the time to think about small things like that. your hand cradles the back of his head, gently massaging his scalp with the tips of your fingers—just how he likes it.

“welcome back home, meu amor. we missed you,” you whisper, turning your head slightly and placing a kiss on his temple. rubens squishes himself between your bodies and hugs his father, cheek pressed against his stomach, and your free hand travels down to pat his head. a sob racks through your husband’s body and makes him shiver—you hold him close, whispering that you’re not going anywhere as he blabbers mindlessly—‘i’m so sorry’, ‘please forgive me’ and ‘i fucking missed you, so fucking much’ spill from his lips as a waterfall of emotions almost drowns him.

fortunately for him, you’re there and you have no intention of letting him sink to the bottom. your warmth grounds him, allowing him to breathe—his knuckles turned white from how tight he grabs at your shirt, but you let him. you let him take whatever he needs from you, stitching his lacerated heart in a way only you know.

“let’s go home, nico,” you urge, fingers never leaving his scalp as you place another kiss, this time on his cheek, and he starts crying again when you carefully whisper your next words. “dinner’s ready for all of us.”

the air is hot and thick as your moans echo around the room—the only source of light is the moon, shining on you as you bounce up and down your husband’s cock. his big palms grip your hips, helping you move as he sometimes thrusts his own upwards to meet you halfway. you cry out his name at a particularly rough thrust, back arching and head thrown back. the arm wrapped around your middle brings you back and squishes your chest against his—you’re his and he’s yours, so he intends to prove that to you in the best way he knows—by claiming you over and over and over.

but tonight, it’s not just about carnal pleasure. it’s about cherishing you and indulging in your love—it’s featherlight touches and gentle kisses—about making you feel appreciated, because nicolas romero is a man of fine taste, and you’re the finest, most precious thing he could ever have the honor of calling ‘his’.

he takes his time bringing you to your climax, as if trying to make up for the week spent apart and all the nights when you cried yourself to sleep, your bed empty and cold; for all the times he’s been an idiot, the times when he was too stubborn to admit he was wrong, the times he didn’t appreciate you as he should have.

his mouth closes around your nipple, sucking it slowly to stimulate you further—the action makes you catch fire, body melting and numbing at the overwhelming pleasure you’re feeling. your legs give out, allowing him to take over—you find yourself with your back on the mattress in a matter of seconds and your arms fly to wrap around nicolas’s neck, bringing him impossibly closer. you need to feel him as much as he needs to feel you—he leans down to capture your lips, his mouth slotting perfectly against yours as his skilled tongue slips past them—you whimper when his fingers start digging into the flesh of your thighs, but at the same time it feels nice to have some semblance of stability.

“te amo,” nicolas pants between thrusts, nibbling on your lower lip. his eyes are half-lidded, watching the way your face scrunches everytime he hits a good spot inside you. “so fucking much, i love you so much it hurts—” another particularly hard push of his hips makes his cock nudge your cervix, sending you over the edge—he curls around you as you thrash and scream, tears streaming down your cheeks from the blinding orgasm you just experienced.

coming down from your forced high, you’re completely limp against him, tongue lolled out, drool dripping down from the corner of your mouth onto the pillow. his hips never falter, still pistoning in and out of you at a brutal pace in search of his high—the overstimulation is too much for you, is what you think, yet even so he rips another earth-shattering orgasm from you, making your body shudder violently. you’re too fucked out to realize, though, brain fuzzy and clouded with the aftershocks of your lust. you look up, blearily blinking, and you’re met with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen—his hair is tousled, sticking to his forehead because of the sheen of sweat adorning his strong body and he’s smiling down at you with the most lovestruck look he can muster.

“you’re so cute, amor,” he whispers, gently biting the lobe of your ear. “i would worship you all day if i could.” he trails pecks down your neck and on your jaw, stopping to kiss your lips slowly, lazily—yet there’s a certain desperation as he holds you practically pressed to himself—almost afraid of letting you go.

“i love you too, nico,” you giggle, still drunk on the feeling of his cock splitting you in two just a few minutes before. your arms around his neck travel down to his nape, sliding further until they reach his face. both your palms sit on each side of his face, squishing his cheeks. “even if i’m nasty sometimes, or if we have arguments like that one. i’ll always love you, alright?”

for the first time in half a month, nicolas feels at ease. maybe it was coming home to you and finding out you aren’t mad at him, or this amazing make-up sex that might have turned him a little stupid (“good pussy does that to you”, he always says)—or maybe it’s just... you. your whole presence calms him down. smiling fondly, his head rests on your chest, ear pressed to your beating heart, your fingers treading through his hair as you fall asleep, lulled by each other’s warmth and comfort.

taglist (send an ask/dm to be added/removed): @nakizumie; @lovelytarou; @koutaris; @izhyperfixates; @kirakirasaku; @tsumooo

#[ minty’s kitchen treats — chocolate syrup ]#haikyuu!!#nicolas romero #romero x y/n #romero x you #nicollas romero x reader #nicollas romero x you #romero fluff #[ 🏡 : home is where your heart is ]

136 notes · View notes

jason11max · 4 years ago

Text

DS2001 TRANSLATED BIOS

these will all be queued up n posted throughout today

i do not remeber where i found them, my apologies

the first ones are the school mates!!

Team School Mates

No. 01

Name Banbi

Age 13

Birthday 27 October

Occupation Middle school student

Gender Female

Blood type B

Likes Strawberries

Dislikes Drawings of strawberries

Hobby Watching baseball matches

Plans to use the Groovetron for Getting a baseball playing high school student for boyfriend

Worries About being short

Personality I don't like liars

Special skills I'm fast so...stealing bases, maybe?

Collects Pro baseball players trading cards

Dream To become a pro athlete!

Respects Ichiro (baseball player)

Releases stress By eating strawberry parfaits

Favorite word/phrase Sayonara Homerun

When drunk... I'm a minor, I can't drink

With 1 million yen... I'd like to go to see a Major League match...

Quotient Anti-Giants quotient: 90 (but I like Uehara)

Epilogue: After becoming No.1 Dancer Banbi thought a lot, and eventually gave up on getting a baseball playing high school student for boyfriend, deciding to have her middle school officially recognize the dance club. "I want a baseball playing high school student for boyfriend, but dancing with everyone is the most exciting thing of all"

What kind of dance club will captain Banbi create?

No. 02

Name Candy

Age 16

Birthday July 2

Occupation Middle school student (flunked once)

Gender Female

Blood type O

Likes Ultimate (sport)

Dislikes Videogames

Hobby Body building

Plans to use the Groovetron for Getting a macho guy as boyfriend

Worries I don't really think much.

Personality Instead of worrying or fretting over something, forgetting about it seems easier to me.

Special skills I can bench press 120 kg.

Collects Hmm, I collect proteins but...

Dream Becoming a pretty bride

Respects Arnold Schwarzenegger

Releases stress by Muscle training

Favorite word/phrase Simple, "focus!"

When drunk... Drinking weakens muscles, so I don't do it.

With 1 million yen... I'd like to learn Brazilian Ju-Jitsu.

Quotient Muscle-brained quotient: 92

Epilogue: She forgot completely about the Groovetron's existence, and left it on the train when getting off at her station. "Aaaahh!!! I forgot it!!!!...oh well, I'll try again next time." Her fighting spirit keeps burning strong.

No. 03

Name Betty

Age 13

Birthday September 14

Occupation Middle school student

Gender Female

Blood type A

Likes Aojiru ("green juice" a healthy but very bitter vegetable drink)

Dislikes Nerds

Hobby Gardening

plans to use the Groovetron for having the school acknowledge the dance club as official

Worries About my frail body, maybe.

Personality ...I'm a crybaby, a little.

Special skills Paragliding

Collects MEISSEN porcelain.

Dream To have a love story just like "Roman Holiday"

Respects Audrey Hepburn

Releases stress by Drinking herb tea

Favorite word/phrase Natural

When drunk... Alcohol is bad.

With 1 million yen... I'd like to go on a trip by myself.

Quotient Kindness quotient: 97

Epilogue: After becoming No.1 dancer, Betty without hesitation

prayed to the Groovetron for the dance club to be officially acknowledged by her school. "I beg of you, please make our dance club official" The winner of the following year's national middle school dance tourney was indeed Betty's dance club.

No. 04

Name Olive

Age 14

Birthday April 30

Occupation Middle school student

Gender Female

Blood type B

Likes Tasmanian devils

Dislikes Purikura

Hobby Cooking

Plans to use the Groovetron for Collect cute animals from all over the world

Worries It's hard taking care of my little brothers and sisters (we are 7 in all)

Personality Serious, considered reliable by everyone.

Special skills Hand-made cooking

Collects Bell marks (From products marked with a bell mark. part of the profits go to a foundation supporting special schools/institutes that need funds)

Dream To be a cook

Respects Ayrton Senna

Releases stress by Watching F1 races late at night.

Favorite word/phrase 50% discount

When drunk... I don't like alcohol.

With 1 million yen... I'd like to go to a hot spring resort with my family.

Quotient Good daughter quotient: 86

Epilogue: Olive couldn't decide whether to pray the Groovetron for the dance club to be acknowledged as official, or for it to gather lots of cute animals for her. "I would be the only one raising the animals...but we all worked hard together, so let's make our club an official one" At present the club has more than 100 members and Olive is very busy training the younger ones.

-jason (did i mention i got my copy of the game yesterday? heres the school mates)

#school mates #dance summit 2001 #bust a groove #bust a move

17 notes · View notes