#vamos chilli

[moreofaloner]

This is gonna be an emotional week...

[moonstruck-poet]

SLAYED WITH THE HELMET😭❤️🥹

Wait... It's the last race already???? 😭💔

charles_leclerc Special helmet for a special teammate ❤️ Thanks for these 4 years together. Let’s push to the max for that last weekend together.

[stachesainzcore]

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[sports-on-sundays]

Pedri x sister!reader based off of Jigsaw by Conan Gray?!🥹❤️

jigsaw / Pedri González / Part 1

Summary: Pedri x sister!reader - Pedri's life messing itself up, and it's all behind his best friend's- his sister's- back

Warnings: angst, some Spanish when I don't know it very well at the beginning, song is explicit so if you're gonna listen to the sample- be aware, censored swearing in the fic, me being obsessed with dramatic rain scenes (same old), self-harm scars, Pedri STRUGGLING and in pain, not a happy ending, left on maybe a cliffhanger

Author's Note: I'm so sorry if I interpreted this wrong. This was what I thought of at that song, so I'm sorry if you hate it! I tried! ALSO GUYS I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO POST THE SAMPLE OF A SPOTIFY SONG VAMOS! (I am way too excited about this sorry.)

Requested?: Yes.

You're older than your brother Pedri, by merely a year and a half. But you've always been more mature, more polite, more conscientious than him. You've always felt older. Responsible, in a way, of him.

"¿Cómo estás?" you ask him, who is sitting across from you at your dinner table. You invited him over, because you've been sure he's been avoiding you for weeks, if not months. You need to sit down, finally, and be serious with your younger brother.

He looks up with an immediate smile. "Bueno, ¿y tú?"

You stare at him, and sigh out loud. "Pedri, be honest with me. You've been giving me that smile and those words for months. How are you really doing?"

Pedri blinks in shock at this, and his eyebrows knit together. "I don't get it, Y/n. What are you saying?"

You shake your head, grabbing Pedri's hand. On impulse, he pulls it away, and you look at him in confusion and suspicion. "What?"

"Nothing..." Pedri murmurs softly, shaking his head, letting you hold his hand again.

"Tell me, Pedri. Talk to me. We've always told each other everything. We used to play, and always be holding hands. Now you flinch when I take yours. Why won't you tell me?"

Pedri slips his hand out of yours again and puts both arms in his lap, under the table. He stares down at his lap. "Because I love you, and you're my sister, but you're not in charge of my life, and it doesn't have to be your business, Y/n."

"Pedri..." Your voice trails off as you sit there, staring at him. Hurt. That genuinely really hurts you. This is your best friend.

For life.

You've always been best friends.

Now are you suddenly not...?

You feel anger rise up within you, and you mumble, "I will find out, Pedri. Not because I want to be nosy. It's because I want to help. I have good intentions, and I'm not stupid. I can see you've been acting different lately."

Suddenly he mutters, his voice hard and cold, "I've just had a tough year, for f***'s sake. It's fine. I know the future is bright, so that's all I'm looking forward to."

You don't know if you believe him on that last phrase. "Tough year? What do you mean by that, though?"

"What do you think?" he sighs. "With my injuries..." he trails off.

You nod slowly. "Alright... Alright, then. If that's all."

You don't hear it, but he mutters under his breath, "That's all I want to tell you."

In two months, you're sick of it. You've been watching your brother fake more and more, and avoid you more and more. You set your mind to the fact that you need to get it out of him.

But it turns out you don't need to get it out of him.

On a chilly night in January, you're sitting in your home by your lit-up Christmas tree, watching a crime show, when your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out and immediately open the message sent from your brother:

Pedrito: Are you busy right now?

You respond right away.

Me: No. What's up?

Pedrito: You're always wanting to help me. I think I can take up your offer now.

Your heart seems to drop into your stomach. Your thumbs move at the speed of light over your phone as you type your message back.

Me: Tell me what you need.

He simply sends you his location. A night club. You stand up, slip on your shoes and coat, and bolt out the door, running to your car, partially because it's down pouring outside, and partially because of your panicking older sibling instincts.

You feel no guilt as you speed down the road, being the opposite of a defensive driver, because Pedri doesn't send you s*** like that every day. There has got to be a reason. Him asking for help and sending you the location of a night club? That's worrying.

When you pull up, you park illegally and jump out of the car. You're about to rush in and start searching desperately for your brother, but you freeze.

Because he's right there. You don't need to search for him at all.

You stare at your little brother, sitting there, head down, sitting on the bench in front of the club. Rain is beating on his skull, and he looks like a shadowed, soaking mess. The only light on him is the lights of cars passing on the street and a street lamp close enough by. You rush to his side and sit down next to him, putting your hand on his soaked shoulder. "Pedri... Pedro...!"

He looks up, his deep sweet chocolate brown eyes shiny. His whole face is soaked, water droplets dripping down his cheeks, and you would say they were tears, if you didn't know better.

He looks devastated.

Even a little vacant.

"Pedro... Where are you? Look at me. Where are you?"

He looks at you confusedly. Understandably so, though.

"I'm asking because you look so lost, Pedri... Not the younger brother I know." You sigh. "Tell me, now. I deserve to know. Tell me."

And it's as easy as that. It all spills from his lips, and you hear his voice is raw. He's been crying, or screaming, or something to do that to his voice. Or coughing...? "Y/n, I'm so sick of all this... I'm injured and I can't do the thing I love most... I need something, so I started dating this girl... About a year ago. And don't interrupt me. Let me finish before you give your stupid opinion..." There's a painful bitterness you've never heard in his voice before. "I've been dating her, because I thought it would help. She's gorgeous and... you'd think she's everything you'd want but... You were right... I'm changing... for her..." He's breathing a little quicker now, and you put your hand on his back. He's silent, just breathing, and you're about to ask him if he wants to come to your car, but before you can, he buries his head in his hands and barely manages out, "She's using me, breaking me apart... I just want to leave, but I thought if I just gave her what she wanted, she'd love me... but... I feel all mixed up... She's taken the parts of me she wants, and left the rest of me in pieces..."

"For over a year, now? Pedro, you..." You're at a loss for words. You gently take his hand in his, but suddenly you freeze, staring at his wrist, and mutter in basically horror, "Pedri, what are these...?"

He tries to pull his hand away, but this time, you grip hard. He sighs and says quickly, "It... That was months ago."

"So?!" you breathe, still in a shock that your brother would ever do something like this. Leave such scars on his skin. On himself.

But he suddenly exclaims, "Oh, so I'm supposed to be perfect? I'm supposed to be the guy everyone sees in interviews? Not even my own sister can accept I'm not picture perfect? Not ev- even m-my best... best friend...?"

"Pedri-!" you breathe. You take a moment to take him in. In this setting, he looks slight. In this world. He's supposed to be big in this world. He is. But in a completely other way, he's not.

He's just like anybody else.

He's just your naughty brother who shattered the neighbors' windows with his football and always had scraped up knees.

He's just a dreamer.

Just like everyone else.

Except for that his dreams came true.

Or at least they're trying to.

But inside, he has the heart of any other person on earth. Kings and peasants all bleed the same blood- the greatest and the least breathe the same air. Someone can be both the greatest and the least, at the same time.

And that is what amazes you about your brother. What makes him extraordinary.

You wrap him in a hug, and you only become aware now of the fact that his whole body is shaking. Perhaps it's tears masked by the rainwater soaking him, down to his bones. Or perhaps it's just the chilly, wet air and the exhaustion taking over his body.

Either way, you hug him tight.

"You've been used...? By this woman, I didn't even know you were dating?" These are honest questions, but you speak in a soft tone, gently rubbing his back.

He's silent for a few seconds, before leaning back to stare at you now.

In the reflection of a passing car, you see redness around his glistening eyes.

He whispers these words, but they could be a desperate cry:

"Y/n, I need you to help me now. I need this to turn around. You're here for me. I trust you most. Please..."

"Pedri, I will... I will..."

"It's like I don't even recognize myself anymore... I feel like a jigsaw puzzle with all the wrong pieces... I've been trying to change myself, stuff myself into a box I think she'll like because..." There are tears in his voice. "I just want her to love me..."

"You don't f***ing need her," you whisper. "If you need someone to love you, I'll always be here for you..."

"I thought... maybe if I were more like you... You're so responsible... so polite... I've never been like you... I always thought maybe I should..."

But you stare intensely into his eyes. "Don't you ever change for anyone else, and especially not someone like whoever this crazy woman is. I love you just the way you are. I love you just the way you've always been. I love your mischief and your bad ideas. I love your fire. I love your affectionate side, too. But don't you ever change for someone else. Got it?"

He doesn't respond, but only stares down, avoiding your gaze.

"Pedri..." you whisper. "I'm not mad. I just want to help you."

And he looks up with dark desperation. "Good... because I need a little bit of that right now."

[leclercx]

did ferrari already posted the "actually this promotes carlos to 3 place vamos chilli 🌶 "

[fror-da-leituga]

Estou a fazer umas luvinhas, que o tempo começa a virar mais para o frio. Fiz uma amostrinha e os meus cálculos, tudo direitinho (mas claro que me esqueci de calcular a altura da secção dos aumentos), e comecei.

I'm making myself some mittens since the weather is beginning to get quite chilly. I made a swatch and all my little calculations (except of course I forgot to calculate the height of the increase section) and got to knitting.

Decidi fazer uma bainha de bicos, que é basicamente fazer quatro voltas em liga, uma volta de laçada e minguado seguida de mais quatro voltas em liga; depois dobra-se a bainha ao meio e vai-se tricotando juntamente a última volta e a base da montagem, que se aconselha ser uma montagem simples, mas eu fiz uma diferente sobre a qual é mais fácil trabalhar, mas que depois deixa mais volume na transição entre a bainha e o resto do trabalho. A mim não me faz mossa.

I decided to do a picot edge, which is basically four rounds of purling, one round of yarn overs and purl two togethers, followed by another four rounds of purls; then you fold the edging in half and join the last round to the base of the cast on, which they say should be backwards loop, but I did a different one upon which it's easier to knit, but which then leaves a bit of bulk in the transition from the edging to the rest of the work. Personally, I don't mind that.

Considerei fazer desenhos em jacquard, mas acabei por optar por um padrão raiado e, para não ter de arrematar dezenas sobre dezenas de pontas, decidi ligar os fios "à russa" e sem me importar muito com onde começavam e acabavam as riscas.

I considered doing stranded colourwork designs, but ended up going for a striped pattern and, so I wouldn't have to weave in tens upon tens of ends, I decided to use russian joins for the colour changes and to not be too fussy about where the stripes began and ended.

Da primeira vez que fiz os aumentos, não tinha comprimento suficiente para chegar ao polegar (1ª imagem abaixo), então desfiz o trabalho e recomecei os aumentos e desta vez fiz repetições de aumento+espaçamento×2 e assim consegui chegar ao polegar (2ª imagem abaixo foi um pouco antes).

The first time I did the increases I didn't obtain enough length to reach the thumb (1st picture below), so I undid my work and started over on the increases and this time I did repeats of increase+spacing×2 and by doing that I was able to get to the thumb (2nd picture below was just before that).

Agora o problema é que tenho demasiados pontos no polegar, mas acho que lhe vou simplesmente fazer uns minguados de modo regular e isso deve-me resolver o problema; e até fico com algum espacinho extra para o polegar ter mais mobilidade. Vamos ver como fica.

Now the problem is I've got too many thumb stitches, but I think I'll just do some decreases at regular intervals and that should take care of that; and I'll even have some extra room so the thumb has more mobility. We'll see how it turns out.

Separei o polegar da palma e agora é só continuar a trabalhar para cima. Esta luva não vai ter dedos à parte do polegar, então acho que quando chegar mais ou menos à unha do mindinho vou começar a estreitar a mão com minguados em pares de cada lado com uma volta de espaçamento; quando já só tiver metade dos pontos com que comecei, faço minguados a cada volta e arremato os dois lados juntos quando chegar aos oito pontos.

I've split the thumb from the palm and now I just have to continue knitting upward. Then when I get to about my pinky nail I'm going to begin narrowing the hand with double decreases on either side with one spacing round; when I only have half the stitches that I started with remaining, I'll do decreases every round and stitch together the front and the back when I get to eight stitches.

E é isso por agora!

And that's it for now!

[bluesest]

Podrías hacer una historia sobre un chico que tiene diarrea en el cine y se tira pedos durante la pelicula y al final tenga un accidente PD: me gustan mucho tus historias

Un Cine (Spanish Version of "A Cinema")

Drake desde que tiene uso de memoria siempre le ha gustado el arte del cine, siempre observo como este iba evolucionando creando nuevos géneros, algunos fuertes y otros débiles, pero sin importar que, disfrutaba la magia y experiencia que significaba sentarse en una sala de cine.

Ya siendo alguien joven su interés por conocer personas aparecieron, hizo un gran amigo llamado Leo, Drake siempre lo acompañaba en sus actividades, eran compañeros de clase y siempre hablaban, bueno, realmente Drake no tenia otra opción porque era su único amigo con el cual se empezaba a formar un lazo más fuerte.

Un día en el cine local se estrenó una emocionante película de acción: “Bala Perdida” (Esta película ya existe, pero esta historia no se va a relacionar con ninguna película ya existente).

Drake y Leo paseaban por el parque al frente del cine y Leo se percató:

Leo: “Vaya mira la cartelera del cine! Bala perdida va a ser estrenada la siguiente semana”

Drake: “En serio? Deberíamos ir a verla”

Leo: “Claro!”

Drake: “¿Quieres verla de verdad?”

Leo: “Por supuesto! Soy fan de la saga original y me encantan las películas de acción”

Drake: “¿Entonces, el sábado de la siguiente semana?”

Leo: “Allí estaré”

Drake llego a su hogar con una gran sonrisa y emoción en sus ojos, finalmente se podría considerar como una primera cita… más o menos, aun así la idea de ir por primera vez al cine con un amigo emocionaba mucho a Drake esperando con ansias el día acordado.

El sábado por la mañana Drake llamo a su amigo para asegurarse que el plan no se canceló, por suerte este no era el caso y en unas pocas horas ambos se irían a reunir para comprar las entradas, Drake se puso su mejor ropa casual, se peino y perfumo, por último, tomo sus ahorros para, además de comprar la entrada, comprar alguna botana del cine el cual el invitaría a Leo como un gesto generoso.

Llegando al cine a lo lejos vio a Leo vestido con un rasgado jean azul con una camiseta verde, Leo se percató de la presencia de Drake y lo saludo desde lejos mientras que el se acercaba más al cine.

Ambos compraron sus entradas y entraron:

Drake: “Hey, he traído un poco de dinero extra asi que pensé que talvez te gustaría alguna botana que venden aquí, no te preocupes yo invito”

Leo: “Seguro? La comida aquí es muy cara”

Drake: “Eso no es problema solo quiero hacer que esta ocasión sea más especial…”

Leo: “¿Especial en qué manera?”

Drake: “Especial en la manera de que es la primera vez que vamos al cine juntos por supuesto”

Por suerte para Drake, la fila para las botanas era corta, no se tardaría más de 5 minutos y llegarían a tiempo a la sala de cine. Llego su turno y lo atendió un joven muchacho:

Vendedor: “¿Que te podemos servir chico?”

Drake: “Unas palomitas de tamaño gigante por favor”

Vendedor: “Seguro que solo eso? Veo que también lo acompaña otro chico, ¿qué tal si le ofrecemos gaseosas?”

Drake: “emmm... ok también gaseosas, gracias”

Vendedor: “También tenemos el combo 1 el cual contiene 1 hot dog con queso derretido, frituras y un pequeño recipiente con queso extra, y con la compra de dos combos 1 le ofrecemos evolucionar el pedido a combo 2 en donde al hot dog se le añade chilli moderadamente picante, tocino y tomate, y las gaseosas aumentan al tamaño mediano”

Drake no estaba seguro, era mucha comida y aunque la película dura 3 horas no sabría como su estómago iba a reaccionar, iba a negar la oferta hasta que vio como Leo estaba viendo fijamente el avaricioso combo 3, si en verdad quería impresionar a Leo, debía conseguir lo que él quería.

Drake: “Que tal dos combos 3”

Vendedor: “El combo 3 contiene…”

Drake: “Solo démelos, la película está por comenzar…”

Vendedor: “A sus órdenes!”

Pasaron 3 minutos hasta que Drake recibió dos bandejas plásticas de lo que seria el combo máximo que podía ofrecer el cine, Leo camino hacia Drake, tomo una de las bandejas:

Leo: “¿Realmente pagaste todo esto? ¿Para mí?”

Drake: “Bueno… no podía escatimar en gastos si se trata de mi… mejor amigo”

Leo: “Muchas gracias”

Drake se enrojeció y fue interrumpido por el brazo fuerte de Leo tomando de su brazo para correr y llegar a la sala, fue tan rápido que casi toda la comida se tambaleo a punto de caer, buscaron sus asientos que estaban ubicados en el centro horizontal y vertical de la sala.

Empezaron los trailers y Leo ya se encontraba devorando su comida: “Pruébalo sabe increíble!”, Con timidez Drake le dio un mordisco a su hot dog… su sabor era increíble y empezó a devorar el primer hot dog (el combo 3 incluye dos hot dogs). Empezó la película y Drake ya se había comido la mitad de su plato, Leo sorprendido puso su mano en el hombro de Drake y dijo: “Deja un poco para la película amigo” haciendo que el se sonrojase aun más y se calmara un poco.

Los primeros 30 minutos de la película habían pasado, todo iba bien, Drake no había tocado su plato desde lo que le dijo Leo, un rugido estomacal hizo eco en su cabeza, “Seguro es hambre” pensó el así que volvió a tomar el segundo hot dog y lo comió lentamente evitando que sus condimentos no se caigan al suelo, al terminar el rugido no se había ido, al contrario, aumentaba, así que el empezó a comer las frituras que tenía untándolas en el chili, queso derretido y guacamole extra que pertenecían al combo 3, a la primera hora de la película su barriga empezó a doler, Drake temía que el dolor sea provocado por otra cosa además del hambre, pero siguió con lo último del combo: palomitas con mantequilla y el vaso gigante de gaseosa.

Paso 30 minutos más, oficialmente llego a la mitad de la película cuando otro rugido estomacal lo golpeo desprevenido, empezó a masajear su estomago y su frente empezaba a sudar gracias a los dolores seguidos, otro rugido más hizo sentir a Drake un pequeño aire atrapado entre sus intestinos, volteó a ver a Leo, el estaba atento hacia la película con una pequeña sonrisa admirando la gigante pantalla, nervioso, Drake se inclino un poco y… *pppfftfttf*

Fue un pedo pequeño y silencioso, el olor fue compacto y se entrelazo alrededor del cuerpo sudoroso de Drake, el volteo de nuevo y al parecer Leo no se había dado cuenta, el ruido de la película y el aire acondicionado de la sala de cine pudo atacar al olor limitándolo a estar cerca de su progenitor.

Drake dio un suspiro aliviado esperando a que esta situación no se vuelva a repetir, pero por su mala suerte en 5 minutos llego otro dolor, una gran acidez se centro en su estomago donde algo terrible se estaba cocinando, pero mientras que la olla empezaba a hervir el humo empezó a salir viajando por las gigantes cuevas del intestino grueso hasta tocar el esfínter anal del agotado Drake: *GRRRRRRRRRRR*

Tomo su mano y la llevo a su estómago, el dolor hizo que se retorciera en su asiento cuando sintió que otro gas estaba apunto de salir de él, se inclinó y un pedo más violento salió: *PPPFFFttttttt* este empezó con un gran estruendo para después adoptar un sonido agudo, sin duda se pudo escuchar si tenías un buen oído.

Leo: “¿Hueles algo extraño?”

Drake: “¿No, porque lo dices?”

Leo: “Apesta este lugar, deberían limpiarlo mejor”

Drake: “Si, por supuesto”

El olor fue disuelto lo suficiente como para que este se pueda dejar pasar como un hedor a suciedad más que a intestinos o comida chatarra, Leo empezaba a notar los olores de Drake pensando que son propios del cine, Drake sabía que necesitaba una mejor estrategia para evitar que su malestar se note, se quito su chaqueta y cubrió su cadera con esta, luego aplico la suficiente presión como para que el asiento termine formándose alrededor de su trasero creando una pequeña prisión para los olores y sonidos.

Leo vio lo que estaba haciendo Drake y extrañado pregunto:

Leo: “Hey, pasa algo?”

Drake: “No pasa nada…”

Leo: “¿Te ves incomodo y creo que estas sudando mucho, te duele algo?”

Drake: “Para nada Leo, solo tengo mucho calor, por eso me quite mi chaqueta”

Leo: “Si tú lo dices… *BUM* WOW! ¡Mira esa explosión!”

Por supuesto, esa era la solución pensó Drake, en este momento ya iban por dos horas de película, era claro que la última hora sea la que más acción contenga: disparos y explosiones eran la fachada perfecta para ocultar de una mejor manera el sonido de sus nalgas chocantes.

Drake estaba atento a la pantalla grande, no tanto por la trama, sino por las explosiones y de una manera audaz logro sincronizar sus pedos con cada una de ellas:

*PUMMMMMMMMMM*

*PPFPPFPPDFTFTFTFTFTF*

*BUMMMMMMMM*

*PRPRPRPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

*UFFUFFCHUCHUMMMMMMM*

*PFFPFFPFTTTTTTTTPPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPPRRPPRRR* *GRRRRRRRR*

Los pedos eran cada vez más largos y recurrentes, poco a poco su estómago empezó a alborotarse más: *GRGRGRGRRRRRRRR*, Drake llevo sus dos manos a su estómago intentando calmar el dolor con masajes, pero no funciono, *GRGGRRRRRR*, alzo su trasero y ni siquiera le importo si había alguna explosión o no y se pedorreo *PPFFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTFTFFT* *PFTTFTF* este fue el más violento de todos hasta el momento, la humedad del mismo le advertía que el chili estaba a punto de salir, aun quedaba media hora para acabar la película, todavía no podía rendirse.

Volteo a ver a Leo y vio que este tenía una cara de disgusto, Leo se percató, volteo y dijo:

Leo: “Drake, realmente apesta este lugar, como si algo se estuviese pudriendo…”

Drake: “No te preocupes por eso, ya solo faltan 30 minutos más y saldremos de aquí”

Leo: “Revisa tu asiento, creo que de allí viene el olor”

Drake estaba avergonzado, Leo empezaba a sospechar de él, el olor ya ni siquiera podía deshacerse del aire y lo peor es que la trampa de gases lo que hacia era contener el olor más no eliminarlo, poco a poco los gases atascados en el asiento empezaban a filtrarse haciendo que alrededor de Drake se formara una aura putrefacta que ya se podía notar a metros de él, Fingiendo e intentando convencer a Leo que el olor no venia de el empezó a buscar en su asiento, obviamente sin resultados.

Ambos siguieron viendo lo que faltaba de la película, unos 10 minutos ya, los cuales Drake tuvo que retener sus gases lo más adentro de sus intestinos posibles, no podía permitir que Leo se diera cuenta de lo que le pasaba, la típica situación de diarrea en la primera cita.

Llegando casi al final, los protagonistas de la película tenían que desactivar una gran bomba de un gran centro comercial, seria la explosión más grande de todas, pero será superada por Drake quien ya no podía aguantar y necesitaba liberar urgentemente el aire atrapado en su ano.

Llego la cuenta regresiva para la explosión de la bomba, el protagonista intentaba desarmarla sin éxito, al llegar al número 1, Drake relajo su esfínter confiado hasta que escucho algo terrible: “La Desactive!”.

Era demasiado tarde, se pudo evitar la explosión falsa, pero no la real:

*PFPTPPTFPTPFTPPFPFPFPPTPPPPPTPTPTPFD* *PPTDTTDTSTTSTSTSFTFTFTTFTFRR* *GRRERRGRGRGRRRRR* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *SQHHSQSH*

Todos en la sala de cine se quedaron callados mirando fijamente hacia los asientos de Drake y leo, este último volteo hacia a Drake y dijo: “Tu…”, Drake salió corriendo del lugar, además de llevarse una gran vergüenza, también se llevo un pequeño regalito del pedo, la diarrea pudo filtrarse y ser expulsada con éxito manchando la ropa interior de Drake con una mezcla caliente y espesa.

Vendedor: “¡Chico, no corra en los pasillos!”

Finalmente, Drake llego al baño público del cine, corrió hasta que casi se resbala, se ubico en el último cubículo del lugar, cerro la puerta, se desnudo y finalmente su trasero beso la tan apreciada porcelana fría:

*PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPPRPRPR* *HSQHQSBHSHQSHSHQSHSHSHSHSHSHSHHHHH* *PFFTTFT* *SQHQHSHSHHSHQSHSHSHQSHQSH* *PRRRRRRPSSSSSSSSPRRRRRRPFTFTFTFTFTFTFT* *SQHHSHSHSHQSHSHS* *GRRGRGRGRGR* *PFFTTTFTFTFTFTFTTF* *QSHHSQHSHQSH*

Drake sentía como su trasero goteaba lava directamente traída de un super volcán en erupción, la acidez de su estomago lo empezó a atacar y:

*RPPPRRPRRRRF* *QSHHQHSQHSHQHSHSHSHQHHSQSHHS* *QHHSHSHQSHQSSHSH* *GRGRGRGRGGRGR* *PPPFTFTFTFTFTFFFTTTTT* *PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPPS*

El dolor era agudo, Drake empezó a sudar como loco y se quito su camisa, tomo un poco de papel higiénico y se seco su frente, jadeando tomo fuerzas para seguir expulsando la diarrea:

*FPTPPPFTFPPTFPTPFPFPFPPTTTTTT* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPPR* *GRGRGRGGRR* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPPSPSPS* *PFFTFTTFFTTF* *PDPSPSPSPPSPSPSPPRPRPRPRPR*

El dolor seguía, Drake con ambos brazos tomo pequeñas barandillas que había en el cubículo agarrándolas con fuerza, cerro sus dientes y abrió sus piernas hasta que escucho a alguien entrar: “¿Drake, estas aquí?”

Drake alzo sus piernas lo más alto que podía rezando a que Leo saliera de allí, pero su estómago jugo sucio:

*PPPFPFPFPFPPFPTPTPTPTPTPPFPPTPTPTPTPTTTTFTTFT* *GRGRGRGGRGRRRRRRR*

Un pedo sonoro delato su ubicación, Leo toco la puerta del cubículo:

Leo: “¿Estas bien amigo?”

Drake: -Sin Respuesta-

Leo: “Nunca pensé que esa comida te hiciera tanto daño, tampoco pensé que el olor venia de ti, pero, ¿por qué no pediste ir al baño?, la película tampoco estaba tan buena como para que no quieras saltarte ninguna parte…”

Drake: “Lo siento, lo arruine todo”

Leo: “No digas eso, a cualquiera le puede pasar y lo comprendo”

Drake: “No quería dejarte solo…*GRRRRRRR*”

Leo: “Por favor, no es la primera vez que voy al cine, no me voy a perder o algo asi”

Drake: “Yo-”

Un dolor agudo interrumpió a Drake, preparándose para lo peor no pudo evitar gritar de dolor:

*PRRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *QSHSHQHQSHSQHQSHSQHSQHQHSHSQHSQ* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPPR* *QSHQHSQHHQSHQHSHSQHSHQS* *PLOP* *PRRRRRRRRRR* *PSPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSSP* *PFPFTPPPFPTPTPTPTPTTTT* *PFTPFPTPFPFTPTPFPTPFTPPFT* *PLOP* *PLOP* *QSHHSQHSHQSHQSHQHSHSQHS* *PFFTFTFT* *GRRRRRRRR*

El lugar quedo en un gran silencio, ambos estaban sorprendidos y no podían decir ninguna palabra, valientemente Leo fue quien calmo a Drake:

Leo: “Perdóname, yo no debí proponerte venir aquí y no debí entrar aun sabiendo que estabas enfermo del estómago, no se lo diré a nadie y fingiremos que nada de esto paso”

Drake: “No te disculpes, en verdad quería venir aquí, contigo”

Leo: “Como una… cita?”

Drake: “Si… *GRRRRR* si te incomoda, también podemos fingir que nunca dije esto”

Leo: “No… creo que fue una primera cita maravillosa después de todo”

Drake: “Gracias… *PFPPFPFPFPTPTPPTPTPPT* *SQHQHSQHSHSQSHQHSHQ*”

Leo: “Te dejare solo…”

Drake: “No, quédate, quiero que alguien este conmigo porque en verdad me duele bastante, además en este cubículo no hay papel higiénico”

Leo: “Por supuesto”

PD: Tengo como 4 propuestas de una historia en el cine, finalmente pude cumplir con esto, y me gusta el resultado.

[leclercloml]

Istg this team is just a bunch of clowns working in a circus, it's okay carlos there's nothing we can do about it, you'll comeback even stronger in Texas 🫶🏻 Vamos chilli ❤️

[d-criss-news]

Darren Criss celebra con los mejores fans

El cantante hizo una pausa para presentar a sus tres coristas, quienes colaboraron con él en el EP "Homework" | Foto: Liliana Estrada

*The singer paused to introduce his three backing vocalists, who collaborated with him on the "Homework" EP | Photo: Liliana Estrada

Darren Criss ama al público mexicano, debido a su buena vibra y el amor que le brindan en sus conciertos, y no dudó en demostrar ese cariño durante el concierto que ofreció esta noche en el Frontón México, ante mil 600 personas.

"Saben que México tiene los mejores fans del mundo, ¿verdad? Están locos, es increíble, si este show es increíble esta noche, es por ustedes hijos de perra. Vamos a opacar a los demás países del mundo", expresó el artista, luego de iniciar su repertorio con "I'm so excited" y "Fuckin around".

El cantante hizo una pausa para presentar a sus tres coristas, quienes colaboraron con él en el EP "Homework", y lo acompañaron durante todo el show de esta noche. El público no dejaba de gritar su nombre, aplaudirle cada que se acercaba a la orilla del escenario o les sonreía. Mientras tanto, el concierto continuaba con temas como "Somewhere only we know", "Cough syrup", "Hopelessly devoted to you" y "I can't dance".

Darren también recordó su paso por el teatro musical, al interpretar temas como "Granger danger" (al lado de sus coristas, Lauren y Joey) y "Goin' back to Howarts", los cuales forman parte de la banda sonora de la obra "A very Potter musical". "Hemos tocado un par de canciones que todos conocen, pero todavía tenemos algunas más. Quiero que sigan cantando conmigo", dijo en la recta final de la presentación.

El originario de San Francisco, California, incluyó "Torture me", un cover de los Red Hot Chilli Peppers, el cual aseguró es uno de sus temas favoritos. "Me hubiera gustado escribirla yo. No es un hit en la radio, pero chequenla, es maravillosa", comentó. Recordando su paso por la televisión, interpretó "Teenage dream" de Katy Perry, canción que formó parte del soundtrack de la serie "Glee", donde dio vida al personaje de "Blaine Anderson". "¿La están pasando bien? ¿Están aprendiendo algo? Espero que regresen a casa diciendo estuvo genial, quiero regresar a verlo pronto", expresó con alegría, y prometió visitar el interior de la República en su próxima gira.

El concierto finalizó con los temas "For a night like this" y "Day that the dance is over". Antes de despedirse, Darren reiteró su cariño hacia México, y externó su deseo de que todos los presentes hayan pasado una noche inolvidable. "Gracias por estar aquí está noche, los amamos. Gracias por su energía, vamos a terminar el show con alegría para que vayan a casa a decirles a sus amigos lo bien que la pasaron".

*Google Translate

*Darren Criss loves the Mexican public, due to his good vibes and the love they give him at his concerts, and he did not hesitate to show that affection during the concert he offered tonight at the Frontón México, in front of 1,600 people.

"You know that Mexico has the best fans in the world, right? They're crazy, it's incredible, if this show is incredible tonight, it's because of you sons of bitches. We're going to outshine other countries in the world," said the artist, after starting his repertoire with "I'm so excited" and "Fuckin around".

The singer paused to introduce his three backing vocalists, who collaborated with him on the "Homework" EP, and accompanied him throughout tonight's show. The public did not stop shouting his name, applauding him every time he approached the edge of the stage or smiled at them. Meanwhile, the concert continued with songs like "Somewhere only we know", "Cough syrup", "Hopelessly devoted to you" and "I can't dance".

Darren also recalled his time in musical theater, interpreting songs like "Granger danger" (alongside his backup singers, Lauren and Joey) and "Goin' back to Howarts", which are part of the soundtrack of the play " A very Potter musical". "We have played a couple of songs that everyone knows, but we still have some more. I want you to continue singing with me," he said in the final stretch of the presentation.

The San Francisco, California native included "Torture me," a Red Hot Chilli Peppers cover, which he said is one of his favorite songs. "I would have liked to write it myself. It's not a hit on the radio, but check it out, it's wonderful," he commented. Remembering his time on television, he performed Katy Perry's "Teenage dream", a song that was part of the soundtrack of the series "Glee", where he gave life to the character of "Blaine Anderson". "

Are you having a good time? Are you learning something? I hope you return home saying it was great, I want to return to see you soon," he said happily, and promised to visit the interior of the Republic on his next tour.

The concert ended with the songs "For a night like this" and "Day that the dance is over". Before saying goodbye to him, Darren reiterated his love for Mexico, and expressed his wish that everyone present had an unforgettable night. "Thank you for being here tonight, we love you. Thank you for your energy, we're going to end the show with joy so you can go home and tell your friends what a great time you had."

[inseptember91]

A morte do Rock

Disclaimer: Apenas os meus 2 centavos sobre o assunto. Leia-se: apenas minha opinião. E também, quando digo rock, eu estou querendo falar do rock e metal. É isso.

Ontem passei umas horas conversando no Twitter com um rapaz de 19 anos. Esse carinha toca covers de Royal Blood, que eu amo. Em uma hora, ele me perguntou se eu curtia Alice In Chains. Disse que sim, só não tinha escutado o álbum mais recente deles e tal. Nisso, ele me falou que muitas pessoas o xingam, porque ele gosta e ouve mais os álbuns mais recentes - aqueles sem o Layne Staley.

Sempre que surge esse assunto de que o rock está morrendo, eu sempre digo que se ele for morrer mesmo, ele irá morrer por gente que diz gostar dele. Sempre tem um tr00zão querendo bancar uma pose e mandar um saudosismo, como se todo mundo devesse seguir ele nessa, caso contrário, você é um mero poser.

Quantas vezes você já ouviu algo do tipo: esse álbum do Sepultura? Bom mesmo era na época do Max. E geralmente é uma pessoa que tem anos que não escuta nem Territory. Aliás, tem pessoa que nem conhece do Arise para trás! Essa situação ocorre em uma porrada de banda. Bandas que mudam de vocalista, baterista, guitarrista ou seja lá mais o que for, e automaticamente a banda acabou ou deixou de ser boa. Não estou querendo dizer com isso que não é de se estranhar. Mas digo da atitude de nem tentar ouvir e se tenta, já vai com uma má vontade e propenso a não gostar.

E as briguinhas idiotas? Não, mas veja bem, a gente é do metal, temos que bater naquele povinho ali do rock. Somos pesados, eles nada. Temos que mostrar nossa superioridade. E nisso, a oportunidade de se fazer laços, amizades e contatos vai por água abaixo. E ai de você caso escute outro estilo de som, como pop ou mpb. Vai virar o motivo de piada e tudo a troco de nada.

E vamos ser sinceros: o rock/metal não morreu e nem vai morrer. A questão aqui é popularidade. Não vemos mais bandas por ai como antes. Digo: em programas de tv ou rádio. Porém, os eventos existem. Cabe também cada um de nós procurar. Acabou de ocorrer o MITA e lá teve Planet Hemp e The Mars Volta. No evento The Town teremos bandas como: Foo Fighters, Queens Of Stone Age, Garbage e Pitty. Fora os eventos do ano passado, que trouxeram ao Brasil bandas como Gojira, Slipknot, Iron Maiden, Dream Theater e outros.

E acho que cabe também a gente procurar pelos trabalhos das bandas. Esse ano já tivemos álbum novo do In Flames e Paramore. E ainda teremos lançamentos de: 30 Seconds To Mars, Queens Of The Stone Age, Foo Fighters, Royal Blood, Avenged Sevenfold e outros que não lembro de cabeça. Já chegou a ver a lista do ano passado? Tivemos: Slipknot, Korn, Rammstein, Ghost, Megadeth, Coheed And Cambria, Scorpions, Lamb of God, Alter Brigde,Red Hot Chilli Peppers, The Mars Volta, Bad Omens e muitos outros. Fora os "desconhecidos" como Memphis May Fire, Claustrofobia e Scalene.

De todos esses citados, creio que muita gente nem sabe que saiu coisa nova. Acredito que tem gente tão presa ao antigo que era bom, que deixa passar muita coisa boa. Tem coisa nova e boa saindo. Ontem, hoje e amanhã. Cabe dar uma pesquisada, tentar acompanhar. Pode até não escutar hoje, esse ano. Mas revisite e você pode descobrir muita coisa legal. E se possível, vá em um show.

Também não creio que vá acabar, porque sempre está mudando. Teve a febre do Dubstep. E não é porque você não escuta mais por ai e nem pesquisa mais, que ele morreu. Então o rock/metal não vai morrer. Ele pode se transformar e cabe a nós parar de birra e saudosismo e tentar entender e curtir aquela nova fase. Pode ser que ainda assim você não goste de determinado som, é verdade. Ninguém é obrigado a gostar se não curtiu mesmo. Mas só o ato de tentar e ir com a mente aberta, já conta e muito. E é isso que falta hoje em dia: vontade e mente aberta.

[bralazar]

Brenda soltó una risa áspera, que se convirtió en una sonrisa breve pero sincera al escuchar las palabras de contraria. "Te entiendo. De un momento a otro, todo se fue al diablo." Se detuvo por un segundo, ajustando el peso de su mochila sobre el hombro bueno mientras lo pensaba. Al escuchar la pregunta de Chilli sobre el arma, Brenda giró ligeramente la cabeza para mirar el objeto en cuestión. Se dio cuenta de que estaba siendo observada, pero no le molestó. A esa altura, todo el mundo debería estar preparado para defenderse, aunque no fuera su estilo hacer alarde de ello. "¿Te gustaría aprender a disparar, eh? Bueno, te puedo enseñar lo básico. No se trata solo de apuntar y jalar el gatillo. Tienes que estar tranquila, saber cómo mantener el control. Si no, la cosa no sirve de nada." Se acomodó un poco, acercándose a un árbol cercano, y le ofreció la empuñadura del arma. "Lo primero es saber cómo sostenerlo sin que se te deslice o te haga daño al disparar. Vamos, agarra el mango."

"Hace como una semana mi único problema era que los viejos de mierda del pueblo son unos malagradecidos y tacaños, y como dos días después tengo que abandonar mi casucha." Con eso buscaba recalcar que ella misma estaba cansada de las sorpresas. No tenía nada de gran valor emocional o monetario dentro de sus pertenencias, pero no dejaba de joderle. ¿Qué tan difícil era poder darse un año sabático?

A Chilli no se le pasó el detalle del arma sobre su hombro. Lucía tan cool.

"¿Me enseñarías?" preguntó, ahora haciendo obvio que lo que miraba era aquel objeto. "¿A disparar? Siempre quise aprender pero tenía otras prioridades." Estaba asumiendo que ella sí sabía y no solo se andaba paseando con el arma porque sí.

[matthauxs]

Olá! Sejam bem vindos ao restaurante do cheff Matheus Carosela. Pra essa prova eu resolvi trazer a mistura de dois extremos da culinária que existe nos continentes americano e europeu, a especialidade do meu menu é comida mexicana e comida Francesa, do mais picante ao mais sofisticado.

Restaurante: Continental Fusion

Acompanhe o Menu:

Para os pratos principais eu resolvi trazer algo mais leve, porém com sustância.

O chilli mexicano é um guisado picante composto de carne, pimenta, feijão e tomate. Normalmente, é servido com nachos como acompanhamento. É uma receita de preparo versátil, já que pode ser prato principal de uma refeição ou mesmo petisco.

Quesadilla é um prato feito com tortilhas recheadas e grelhadas. Os recheios podem ser de carne moída, frango ou camarão. Porém, um ingrediente não pode faltar: o queijo.

A receita se originou no México colonial e seu nome é uma combinação entre as palavras queso e tortilla. A quesadilla pode ser servida dobrada ou com as tortillas inteiras, com o recheio em seu interior.

O foie gras é um prato que consiste em um fígado de pato ou ganso gorduroso que é cozido e temperado com sal e pimenta. Ele é frequentemente servido como entrada em restaurantes finos e é apreciado por sua textura macia e sabor rico e intenso. O foie gras é um dos pratos mais controversos da culinária francesa

O boeuf bourguignon é um prato clássico da culinária francesa que consiste em pedaços de carne bovina cozidos em vinho tinto, caldo de carne e uma variedade de legumes, como cebola, cenoura e alho-poró. É um prato tradicionalmente servido em festas de família e ocasiões especiais e é apreciado por sua rica mistura de sabores e aromas. O boeuf bourguignon é muitas vezes servido com purê de batatas ou pão, para absorver o molho saboroso.

O Crepe Francês é uma deliciosa iguaria fina e versátil. Sua massa, à base de ovos e farinha, pode ser usada tanto em preparos doces quanto salgados, nesse aqui eu trouxa um de Carne com queijo.

Agora vamos para as sobremesas:

Charlotte é feita com biscoitos champanhe ou pão de ló, intercalados com creme (geralmente de frutas). A versão original incluía brioches e frutas, sendo assada no forno e servida quente com um creme gelado. Posteriormente, o chef francês Marie-Antoine Carême adaptou a receita, substituindo os biscoitos por bolachas champanhe e criando um recheio de mousse com gelatina

Eclair é preparada com a massa choux, típica dos doces franceses. Pode ser recheada com opções variadas como chocolate, creme, doce de leite.

A terra dos tacos e burritos também tem doces incríveis, que adoçam qualquer refeição apimentada. A jericalla é um pudim de leite, bem cremoso, servido com canela e baunilha. Seu nome peculiar é em homenagem à freira que criou esse doce, chamada Jerica.

[mavenantonia]

Collision of Hearts

Hogwarts Legacy MC x Hogwarts Legacy MC

OC x OC

(1913 Wordcount)

Fluff (tiny bit of angst if you squint)

Ambrose Nightshade X Roary Goldneye

It was a chilly autumn morning at the beginning of the term in 6th year. Two young friends were making their way down the long hallway, trying their best to quickly but also efficiently reach their potions class. Roary Goldneye, a cheerful and kind-hearted Hufflepuff with a sunny disposition and radiant smile that was well-known to her fellow housemates was now almost running as she clutched a stack of books against her chest with one arm and the other was being pulled by her Slytherin best friend Antonia. 

“Come on Roary, we can’t be late again! Professor Sharp may have given us a pass last time but he said next time it happens, we are on cauldron scrubbing duty. Vamos!” Antonia said while pulling along Roary by the sleeves of her robe. 

“I promise Antonia, I’m trying my best. It’s just so early, and not all of us have quidditch practice to give us that extra energy boost.” Roary huffed but still smiled as she was glad she had someone to really get her out of bed in the morning. 

“Oh I know Roro, but you could always try out for the Hufflepuff team if you wanted. I could even get James to put in a good word for you.” Antonia smiled while slowing down their pace just a little bit, to let Roary catch her breath. 

“You know I would, but I value my free time.” Roary teased, pushing up her glasses that were falling down her nose.

 “And you are saying I don’t?” Antonia said back in an equally teasing, but almost challenging tone. Letting go of Roary’s sleeve as she tried her best to smooth out her curly mane. Antonia often times wished she had the smooth silkiness of her dear friend's golden locks.

Rounding the corner at break-neck speed was someone who was hot on the tail of the small Slytherin. Ambrose Nightshade, a Ravenclaw with striking purple eyes and a reputation as a heartless flirt was on a mission of his own. He had been seeking Antonia Flamel, a captivating Slytherin girl who had captured his attention. Ambrose's sister, Aria Nightshade, had warned him about his reckless ways with girls, but his curiosity and charm often got the best of him. In his fervent pursuit of Antonia, Ambrose failed to notice the sweet Hufflepuff Roary. 

The collision was sudden and unexpected. Books and parchment flew in all directions as Ambrose tumbled forward, landing right on top of Roary. Time seemed to freeze as their eyes met. Roary's big baby blue eyes gazed up into Ambrose's purple ones, and in that moment, the world seemed to fade away. It was as if they were the only two people in the castle, and an unspoken connection sparked between them. 

Roary's heart fluttered as she saw a glimpse of something genuine and warm in Ambrose's eyes. When Ambrose first fell on top of Roary in that Hogwarts hallway, his initial feelings were a whirlwind of confusion and surprise. His heart hammered within his chest, and it was a sensation with which he was not at all well acquainted. It was as if a storm had erupted inside him, tossing aside the calm and calculated exterior he had carefully constructed over the years.

Roary, with her pure, innocent, and sweet appearance, seemed to materialize out of thin air, and Ambrose couldn't fathom how he had not noticed her before. Her beauty was like a revelation to him, with her face radiating a genuine kindness that he had rarely encountered. Her adorable freckles, blue eyes as wide as the sky, and as deep as the ocean, along with her golden hair cascading around her, painted a portrait of an angel that had fallen from the sky.

At that moment, as he gazed into her eyes, Ambrose realized that Roary had the power to unravel the carefully crafted persona he had maintained for so long. He had always prided himself on being in control of his feelings, a master of charm and allure. But around Roary, he felt a loss of control, a vulnerability he had never experienced.

The clash between his desire to maintain his old self and the overwhelming emotions Roary stirred within him left him torn. He needed to escape from her presence, from the feelings that threatened to consume him. He didn't want to change; he had built his reputation as the "ice prince" for a reason.

On the opposite end, When Ambrose fell on top of Roary in that unexpected encounter in the Hogwarts hallway, Roary's world seemed to come to a halt. Her heart raced, and her breath caught in her throat as she found herself face-to-face with the enigmatic Ravenclaw.

Roary, an innocent and virginal girl with no prior relationship experience, had never felt anything like this before. It was as if a tidal wave of emotions had crashed over her, overwhelming her senses. Her mind went blank as she stared into Ambrose's striking purple eyes, which seemed to hold a universe of secrets.

His soft lavender hair, skin nearly as white as snow, and the beauty marks near his lips were all details that etched themselves into Roary's memory at that moment. His features were undeniably beautiful, and Roary couldn't help but think that they begged to be explored and appreciated.

As Ambrose lay on top of her, time seemed to stretch infinitely, and Roary felt a curious mixture of vulnerability and intrigue. She was acutely aware of his body pressed against hers, the warmth of his presence, and the feeling of his breath against her skin. It was a sensation she had never experienced, and it left her feeling both flustered and strangely elated.

Roary's own blue eyes, wide and filled with wonder, locked with Ambrose's as their gazes met. At that moment, all the innocence and purity that defined Roary's character seemed to converge with the mystery and allure of Ambrose. She felt a strange pull, an inexplicable connection that defied her lack of prior relationship experience.

In the midst of that collision, Roary's heart whispered a truth she couldn't deny: there was something about Ambrose that fascinated her beyond words. It was as if fate had thrown them together to unravel a story neither of them had expected. As her thoughts raced and her heart beat faster, Roary couldn't help but wonder what this unexpected encounter would mean for her, for Ambrose, and for the intricate dance of emotions that had begun to unfold.

The stunned third party finally took their chance to act. When Antonia pulled Ambrose off of Roary in that unexpected hallway encounter, she acted swiftly to ensure her best friend's well-being. As Antonia helped Ambrose to his feet, she cast a concerned glance at Roary as she also raised her from the ground, who appeared slightly dazed from the collision. As Roary started to look around on the ground for her glasses, Antonia took her chance and spoke with a calm and firm tone, addressing Ambrose directly but keeping Roary in mind.

"Ambrose," Antonia began, "I need to talk to you for a moment." Her tone was serious, reflecting her worry for Roary's sake. Although she did not know what truly had just transpired at that moment, she felt a shift in the air. Something was happening, she didn’t know what, she just needed to make sure of one thing, that Roary was not going to be bothered by someone she considered not worthy of her attention. 

Ambrose, still slightly disoriented from the collision and the abrupt interruption, looked at Antonia with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What's going on, Antonia?"

Roary, her blue eyes wide and her freckled face flushed, remained quiet, not wanting to interject in the conversation between her best friend and Ambrose. Antonia grabbed Ambrose by his sleeve and pulled him around the corner to confront him directly.

Initially, a smirk began to arise on Ambrose’s face as he was probably going to say something less than desirable. Antonia continued, concern evident in her golden eyes. "Ambrose, I have clearly been avoiding you, I know you about your… reputation, and it was from quite a reputable source."

Ambrose's expression shifted, his guard momentarily rising as he realized the seriousness of the situation. "I see. But what does that mean exactly?"

Antonia paused. “I’m not entirely sure, first you are pursuing me, endlessly. Now you accost my friend in the hallway, nearly injuring her. I don’t understand what just happened. But I felt something. Something different, something off.” 

Ambrose's purple eyes softened as he turned to look at Roary, who was still standing nearby and peeking around the corner. He stopped staring at the visible angel in front of him and tried his best to focus on the person in front of him, he could see the concern in Antonia's eyes and the care she had for her friend.

“I understand that Antonia, but what are you trying to say here?” he said, worry rising in his tone. Something was falling into the pit of his stomach.

Antonia sighed, her eyes hardening as she locked his gaze to hers. “Roary is my friend, my dearest, sweetest friend. I am going to need you to stay away from her. I don’t want her getting caught up in a situation that could hurt her. If there is anything I could do to prevent it, I will.” her tone was firm, and most of all, final.

Ambrose’s breath caught in his throat, and his heart began racing again for the second time today. This one was from pure devastation and anxiety. But there was something around Antonia that really told him he had no ability to challenge her words, much less question them. Maybe it was the shift in the air or the fact that her hair appeared to spark and her eyes glow. Either way, he knew there was no way around this situation… for now.

“Ambrose?”, Antonia asked, pulling him out of his anxiety-induced stupor.

Ambrose let out a long breath he had no idea that he was holding, he held up his hand to her as in a solemn promise and promptly said “Say no more, you have my word.” Behind his back though, a childish notion, his fingers were crossed. 

Antonia too let out a breath and smiled a wide, toothy smile. The sweetness was intense, you would have never known that she could shift the air of a room to a truly intimidating one. “I’m glad we understand each other Mr. Nightshade, I’ll be keeping my eye on you from now on,” she said. 

“Oh, I’m truly flattered,” Ambrose smirked while returning to his initial persona.

“Welllll, me and Roary gotta get to class now. Hopefully, we won’t run into each other like that again.” Antonia turned away from him finally, returning to Roary knowing that they wasted enough time on this and they most surely would have cauldron duty later that night.

With that, the conversation concluded, and Antonia and Roary continued on their way to their potions class, leaving Ambrose behind. Antonia took Roary’s hand, and not waiting for a beat, Roary and Ambrose both spared a glance behind them, locking eyes once again. Something unspoken had passed between them. The interaction in the hallway left an indelible mark on everyone that day.

No one could guess what was going to happen between this group of friends in the weeks following.

[virtualsonic]

Kingdom Force Posa Junto con la Familia Heeler

Versión en Español

Hola amigos ¿cómo están?, espero que bien amigos, bueno amigos, aquí va un nuevo dibujo y que presento a dos franquicias de televisión dirigida al público infantil que se ha hecho conocidas en el último tiempo y que aparecen juntos por primera vez para poder posar y de esa forma, esperar poder compartir algo de tiempo familiar que sea difícil de olvidar y más considerando que no es usual que son franquicias que vengan de universos distintos puedan toparse juntas en un mismo mundo y que lo hagan con una naturalidad que no es fácil de conseguir, bueno amigos, sin dar más vueltas presento a Kingdom Force Posar Junto con la Familia Heeler

Aquí vemos al grupo de héroes, quién estaban participando en una convención en la que ellos fueron invitados y que curiosamente se topan con la familia canina que estaba participando en el evento por sugerencia de las niñas y que los chicos tienen un momento de parada que llega a que las niñas caninas se emocionen de ver a un grupo de héroes de verdad y que aprovechan la ocasión para no sólo sacar una foto, sino que también puedan hacer varias poses y que lo hacen usando sus ropas usuales, mientras se observa que tienen un largo rato conversando sobre la vivencia de los chicos y que van descubriendo sobre los orígenes de ellos y los lugares de dónde provienen y que se observa a los chicos tener un tranquilo momento que les permite olvidarse de sus roles de héroes y ser unos simples chicos que disfrutan de su trabajo porque les permite poder explorar el mundo y conocer varios lugares que nunca pensaron ver en sus vidas y que puedan tener algún que otro combate si sus enemigos se atreven a seguirlos, mientras vamos viendo que la joven familia disfruta de un momento de diversión y relajo que les ayuda a que puedan llevarse un buen recuerdo de la convención que acaban de pasar y que es posible que vayan a verlo de nuevo la próxima vez que aparezca en su ciudad, al ver que el recuerdo que se llevaron allí es un recuerdo difícil de olvidar

Bueno amigos, espero que les guste, ya que es un dibujo que estaba en mis planes desde hace un buen tiempo y que quise mostrarlo, al ver que no es usual ver a dos queridas franquicias dirigidas al público preescolar vivir el furor que tiene y más considerando que normalmente se tienden a encasillarse dentro de su propio público objetivo que lleva a que pasen al olvido rápidamente, mientras se observa que comparten un momento juntos que llevar a explorar su momento de conocimiento y con eso ir descubriendo un poco de estos chicos que salen aquí, mientras esperan pasar una tarde difícil de olvidar y más viendo que no es usual ver héroes pasear por tu ciudad en un tranquilo día de paseo por la ciudad, bueno amigos, disfruten el dibujo y nos vemos

Luka, Norvyn, Dalilah, T.J y Jabari (C) Mathew Fernandes, Canadian Broadcasting Corporation Kids y Radio-Canada

Bandit Heeler, Bluey, Bingo y Chilly Heeler (C) Joe Brumm, Australian Broadcasting Corporation y Ludo Studios

English Version

Hello friends, how are you? I hope you are well friends, well friends, here is a new drawing and I present two television franchises aimed at children that have become known in recent times and that appear together for the first time to be able to pose and in this way, expect to be able to share some family time that is difficult to forget and even more considering that it is not usual for franchises that come from different universes to come together in the same world and that they do so with a naturalness that is not easy to get, well friends, without further ado I present Kingdom Force Posing Together with the Heeler Family

Here we see the group of heroes, who were participating in a convention in which they were invited and curiously they run into the canine family that was participating in the event at the suggestion of the girls and that the boys have a moment of stop that arrives so that the canine girls are excited to see a group of real heroes and that they take the opportunity to not only take a photo, but also to be able to make various poses and that they do it wearing their usual clothes, while observing that they have a talking for a long time about the experience of the boys and that they are discovering about their origins and the places where they come from and that the boys are observed having a quiet moment that allows them to forget about their roles as heroes and be just boys who They enjoy their work because it allows them to explore the world and see various places that they never thought to see in their lives and that they may have the odd fight if their enemies dare to follow them, while we see that the young family enjoys a moment of fun and relaxation that helps them to take away a good memory of the convention that they have just passed and that it is possible that they will see it again the next time it appears in their city, seeing that the memory they took there is a hard to forget memory

Well friends, I hope you like it, since it is a drawing that was in my plans for a long time and that I wanted to show it, seeing that it is not usual to see two beloved franchises aimed at preschool audiences live the rage that it has and more considering that they normally tend to be pigeonholed within their own target audience, which leads them to be quickly forgotten, while it is observed that they share a moment together that leads them to explore their moment of knowledge and with that discover a little about these guys who come out here, while they wait to spend an afternoon that is difficult to forget and more seeing that it is not usual to see heroes walking through your city on a quiet day walking through the city, well friends, enjoy the drawing and see you

Luka, Norvyn, Dalilah, T.J and Jabari (C) Mathew Fernandes, Canadian Broadcasting Corporation Kids and Radio-Canada

Bandit Heeler, Bluey, Bingo y Chilly Heeler (C) Joe Brumm, Australian Broadcasting Corporation and Ludo Studios

[patriciakuleandvbt2023]

We are headed manana down the western coast of Spain. Weather forecast shows grey skies with a low of 56 degrees and a high of 70 degrees. Hmmmm, it sure feels a bit chilly to me. Vamos a ver que nos traemanana...let's see what tomorrow brings.

[sainz-leclerc]

VAMOS CARLOS 🎊❤️

Super proud of him , first ever grand prix win , lets gooo 🏎🎉

Also Sir. Hamilton on podium and Checo on p2 😌

SCHUMI GOT HIS FIRST POINTS IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM 🧡❤️💯

Overall all , best race of this season so far :)