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NUBES → Nubes is (umbrella term of) feeling disconnected, unidentified, wants charge, reconnect/accept or feels that need some characteristic in which the body doesn't have (like disabilities, species, appearance, etc.)
- Reasons: Someone may identify with Nubes because of atypical dysphoria, plurality, intersexuality, psychosis, BIID, otherkin, etc.
- Prefixes: ad - reconnect or accept context; add - may transition for this; dis - disconnect context.
- Transition: Nubes doesn't support transition to bad/harmful/problematic things, but support transition for "okay"/non-problematic things.
- Problematic things: I cannot control who will use the term "Nubes", but DON'T USE the term "Nubes" for problematic things.
- TransIDs: different of transIDs, Nubes doesn't affirm have some characteristic that body doesn't have and isn't Radqueer and/or problematic.
#nubes#nubes terms#nubes coining#what is nubes#liom#liom safe#liom community#liom coining#mogai#mogai community#mogai coining#flag coining#term coining#mad coining#mad pride
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The Need To Go To a Ren Faire is strong today
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writing my thesis on hell teacher nube, teacher-student dynamics in japan, and the assumed disempowerment of children
#bolo liveblogs#hell teacher nube#jigoku sensei nube#hell teacher nube like most shounen manga has a lot of interesting sociological ideas and assumptions swimming around beneath the surface#messaging my buddy who dearly loves this manga like. so.#what do we think of nube and patriarchy.
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send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 🖤🥀
🥘📝
My sweet Nube ✨
Thank you so much for sending this, it means a lot!
You're sweet & supportive & caring & fun to be around 🫶
Lots of love & muchos besos 🫶🫶🫶
[& Levi + beautiful sky for you]
Gif by the amazing @tatakaeeren
#val has mail 💌#lovely moots 💕#nube ✨#nube55#kindness#omg paella? well now I know what we'll have for dinner tonight 😋
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okay this might sound weird,,,but does anyone know if there’s a “gym name” or another name for bara???? it’s for trans guy* purposes only,,,
#nube text#*as in i found out just recently what kind of physical goal i’m aiming for#also trying to be bara4bara in the future
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hii i hope you’re doing well. whenever you get back could you write about richard rios? like he’s mad about the copa america game against argentina and during halftime he leaves the game and sees the reader outside and she makes him better.
sol de mis nubes // richard ríos
summary: during a tough game against their biggest rivals, richard seeks to find his sol.
warnings: none, fluff
(not proofread yet!)
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the smell of freshly cut grass filled the air as your boyfriend richard, the star football player, sprinted across the field. it was a scent that was almost as familiar to him as the sound of the cheering crowd. each blade was a reminder of the endless hours he'd spent practicing, dreaming of moments like this, to be in the copa america final.
the bright lights of the stadium cast stark shadows on the players' faces, highlighting their determination. the roar of the fans was a symphony to his ears, a cacophony of hope and excitement that propelled him forward. this was the kind of night he lived for—the kind that could define his career.
but the score wasn't in their favor.
argentina was ahead, and the pressure was mounting. he couldn’t take his mind on the time.
five more minutes richard, five more until you can leave this pitch and seek peace..
is what he said. he prayed to find an end to this match. though there was still much time to tie up the game, his anger and frustration began to take over his body.
he couldn’t believe it, 44 minutes in and they’re already losing this important final.
suddenly his thoughts were immediately interrupted when the first half whistle blew.
“muchachos, apurémonos al vestuario inmediatamente!” yelled the coach néstor lorenzo. (boys let's hurry on to the locker room immediately)
richard immediately sprinted to the locker room, ignoring his name being called in the stands. pissed and frustrated, he felt like he needed to find peace, find someone..
you..
you were in the stands, watching all of this go down. once you saw argentina score, your heart shattered. you know it was over for richard, his face said it all.
you wanted to tell him it was okay, to console him, but he seemed frustrated, like he was going to snap any minute.
as richard entered the locker room, he looked for his phone, immediately opening his messages and looking for your contact.
y/n please come outside the locker room, i need you.
you quickly opened his message, worried about your stunning boyfriend..
on my way, amor.
as soon as you hit send you sat up from your seat, finding the exit towards the locker rooms.
“excuse me, excuse me.” you said as you ran into people, desperate to console your boyfriend who needed you.
once you got closer to the locker rooms, you spotted him, looking more hurt than ever.
“amor!” you yelled to get his attention.
he quickly looked up to where the voice was heard, but when he looked up, he met your eyes.
he began to tear up, tears threatening to spill out of his gorgeous coffee colored eyes.
you ran into him, giving him a tight hug, not letting go.
“don’t worry baby, it’ll all be fine.” you whispered to him, as you began hearing small sniffles from him.
it hurt you to see him like this, to see him broken. you knew there was plenty of time to still tie up and secure the trophy, but poor richard, it was taking a toll on him.
after a few minutes, richard began to calm down. after fixing his breathing he spoke up.
“gracias mi vida. te quiero mucho.” (thank you my love, i love you so much)
you looked up at him, smiling softly listening to his words.
“de nada. you know i love you and ill always be here for you no matter what..” you whispered to him.
“eres el sol de mis nubes, te amo” he said as he engulfed you in a hug, not letting you go at all. (you are the sun to my clouds, love you)
suddenly , you felt a presence behind him..
“richard, the coach is calling for you! stop being so romantic!” luis said laughing as he interrupted your romantic moment..
“voy!!” richard replied laughing.
“bueno, me voy, pero te amo mucho. gracias por estar conmigo siempre.” richard said while letting go of the long hug. (well, im leaving, but i love you very much. thank you for always being there for me)
“okay, bye amor.” you replied to him as you began to turn around to leave.
“but before i leave-” you said as you looked at him..
“yes?” he replied, confused. suddenly he felt your lips on his cheek, leaving a lipstick stain prominent on his face..
a/n: im so sorry i’ve been hiatus 🥹! i’ve been super busy lately getting myself situated and i’ve had little time to focus on my blog so i hope i can get the ball rolling! also im sorry if there’s any mistakes or if it seems bad, i haven’t written in awhile and i feel like it’s terrible 😓
#football#football player#football player x reader#richard rios x reader#richard rios#colombia national team#soccer#palmeiras#copa america#football fanfic#jude bellingham
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@pink-nubes
Holy shit u guys
#WHAT THE FUCK#SPANISH DUB ??????????????#IS THIS WHAT THIS MEANS IM#NUBE LOOK AT THIS (throws this at her immedietly)#wait guys is this fake be honest BAGHAGSJ
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andar conmigo ~ part 15
A Walk in the Clouds/Don John crossover outline/fic- Paul Sutton x fem!Reader x Don John triangle ~ You grow up at Las Nubes vineyard, and have to go home to your dying father. You take your fake new husband, Sgt Paul Sutton, with you...Your old flame don John does not like this at all. Warnings: angst, survivor's trauma, smut, FLUFF chapter map
-You stay together for a few days in the hotel in town to recover from your ordeal. Burns, Paul’s slashed arm, a possible concussion, raw scrapes at your wrists and ankles, and the lacerations upon your back that you feel sharply every time you move. A persistent cough dogs you without mercy, your lungs raw from smoke and the pure heat you’d endured in the inferno.
Anjélica is able to slip away once to check on you. She tells you that Las Nubes has fallen into chaos. No body was ever recovered from the ruins of the house, but it was such an inferno that there’s no conceivable possibility don Juan survived. You hug your sister tearfully, certain you’ll never be able to return to your childhood home again. You do not know how your misadventure will pan out for the rest of your family, living in the shadow of the Aragóns.
When doña Maria sends a representative to your door to make noises about murder and arson, you tell them you’ll be glad to tell the world in court about what depraved things her son Juan Aragón y Espinosa did to you. The papers will eat up every sordid detail. To people like the Aragóns, saving face is everything. It would be their worst nightmare.
They went away, and you haven’t heard from them again.
You are sure they will rebuild, and the winery will go on, eventually under Juan’s younger brother, Pedro, who has been away at school.
You have mixed feelings about Juan’s death.
A part of you mourns the loss of your childhood companion. The more logical part of you insists that there was nothing left of that boy in the prideful monster Juan became. He fully intended to destroy you for the sake of his own ego, one way or another. He left you to die, and you should feel nothing for him.
You always thought you would have been burned as a witch in an earlier century.
You never imagined it was a fate you might actually face in the present time, had your sister, Paul, and the Veterans, bless them all, not banded together to save you.
Now you and Paul have harrowing nightmares about your pasts, together. You cling to each other at night in your little room, taking turns soothing the other.
What a pair you make.
Paul helps change the dressings upon your shoulders. Some of it will heal, but you will be scarred for the rest of your life by what Juan did. You watch Paul work in the mirror, see the dismay upon his handsome features as he peels back your bandages. The wretched words fall from your lips before you can stop them: “Am I ugly?”
His touch upon you freezes for a moment, taken aback by the vehemence of your outburst.
You’re afraid that’s your answer, until he asks a question back: “Do you think my scar is ugly?”
He surely means the long raised cicatrice that stretches the entire length of his abdomen, a souvenir from war shrapnel that nearly took his life in France. You turn in his arms on the bed to look at it, for he is shirtless behind you, only wearing blue-striped boxer shorts and a bandage around his upper arm, every inch your battered war-hero. Your heart is filled with so much love you fear it might explode, and you climb into his lap with your arms around his shoulders.
“Of course not,” you answer without falter.
“Why not?” His hands on your waist anchor you, pulling you closer. There’s no where you feel safer, as though finally you’ve found the place where you belong. You cup his face in your hands, tracing those high cheekbones with your thumbs. His eyes are liquid pools filled with so much earnest yearning–this man is so good, so valiant, so true, and you don’t know what you did to deserve him.
“Because…I love every part of you, Paul Sutton. I love you.” Realizing the magnitude of this admission, you start to cry, but then somehow, you start to laugh too, ducking to hide in the bend of his neck “I’m so sorry.”
“For what?” he asks through his own tears and laughter, flummoxed by joy and squeezing you carefully in his strong arms.
“For…everything. For being me. For what happened. For getting you involved–”
He effectively shuts you up with his mouth on yours, a bone-melting kiss that renders you soft and pliant in his arms. “I wouldn’t trade you for anything,” he insists with his forehead pressed to yours. “I would only change…that you got hurt.”
You’ve never really talked about Juan’s demise, and the parts the two of you played in it. You find that your only remorse in that moment…is that you have no remorse.
You kiss him again, a lingering lock of lips that feels like offering up a piece of your soul to this man. You feel him smiling against your mouth, and for the umpteenth time you think your heart will burst.
“Will you say it again?” he asks, so shyly with such a sparkle in his dark eyes. He is breathtaking beyond words, and in that moment you don’t know how you haven’t told him, every day and every hour.
You never told him what you said to Juan to earn the worst part of your thrashing–you never intend to, you know he would just feel guilty, and that is not a weight you intend to lay on his shoulders, when he already carries so much. But you know what you said that night is true. This man owns you–in the way two puzzle pieces meet, or a lock that has finally found its long lost key–and incredibly…you are fine with that now. There is a freedom in this acceptance of the truth that makes you absolutely giddy inside.
“I love you.” You say it again, and again, between kisses and running your hands over his form you adore so well. He shudders as your nails graze his scalp and your hips press into his, finding him at full attention between you. Suddenly what little clothing you’re wearing is too much between you. Yet he catches your hands when you reach for the buttons of his shorts.
“Sweetheart…I want to,” he sighs raggedly. “I want you so much, but you’re hurt, and I–”
You kiss him again, merciless in your sudden need to devour him whole and lick the bones clean. It’s amazing, how desire acts as such an effective painkiller. “I’ll be fine. I will not be fine, if I can’t have you inside me.”
He laughs, that beautiful, unassuming sound that fills you with sunlight. “Honey…”
“Come here.” He lets you–of course he lets you, you could not budge this strapping man without his cooperation–nudge him over until he can lay back on the bed, and you can straddle his hips. As you undo his buttons you can tell Paul is fighting a war with himself, torn between need and worry. Taking off your brassiere helps slightly–you can’t help but grin with a bit of wickedness as a small sound escapes him, looking up at you.
“Y/n…”
“I’m alright,” you tell him gently. “Because of you. Let me thank you.” You feel the burn in your back, the sharp ache as you stretch your skin to lean down to press your lips to his scar, but you have no intention of stopping.
“You don’t need to thank me…” His breath hitches, his fingers tangling in your hair as you brush the velvety tip of his manhood with your chin
“I want to. I want to be close to you.”
That much he agrees with, and you watch him nod, eyes half-lidded, before taking him into your mouth.
Though he clearly loves it, his head thrown back into the bedclothes, he only lets you savor him for a little while before he tugs gently on your hair, urging you up, needing you too, guiding you with those big hands on your hips until you are sinking onto his thick length, and the both of you see stars.
“Go slow,” he cautions you sheepishly. “Or I’ll lose it.”
You are so pent up with desire and emotion that you know you won’t last long either. You savor the delicious stretch of him inside you, riding him slowly with your breasts in your hands, his thumb on your ripe little clit driving you mad. He brings you like the sun cresting the horizon, a warm and bright pleasure that fills your center and spreads through your bones. You know he holds on by a thread as your greedy cunt milks every last drop of golden ecstasy from him, his strong fingers digging into your hips with a moan. Breathless, you take mercy on him, uncoupling to take him in your mouth once more. The taste of him spilling upon your tongue is divine–his throaty moans the most wonderful sound.
With a satisfied sigh you curl up beside him, resting your cheek on his ribs, shuddering for his featherlight fingers tracing over your hair, careful of your shoulders. That disbelieving laughter you love so much draws your attention back up to him, finding him looking down at you with so much joy shining in those lovely dark eyes.
Not for the first time, you think he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” you answer with a smile, and in that happy moment you know you are equally blessed and ruined.
The latter, you are finally ready to accept with an open heart.
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epilogue to follow...
#paul sutton#paul sutton x reader#a walk in the clouds#paul sutton x you#paul sutton x y/n#keanu reeves#keanu reeves x reader#keanuverse#keanuverse fic#andar conmigo paul sutton fic#don john x reader#don john#don john x you
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Husband, looking concerned at the yarn fest sorrounding me on the couch: You're going through a crocheting rampage, right?
Me, weaving two projects simultaneously and searching for new patterns online: Maybe it's a coping mechanism, darling.
#this could be seen as an x-y plot in which my crocheting productivity rises with the national chaos#and in which my phd productivity sinks like the titanic with the national chaos#but hey! i am making the cutest baby blanket#it has sheeps and is intended for a friend's bundle of joy coming next march#my tendinitis is not happy though#but we can't always get what we want wrist so deal with it#personal nube
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This handsome guy is Nube
what a handsome little dude 🖤
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the movie was crazy lmao im sure it was made by 2 crazy bitches telling each other "exactlyy like"
i want to wear a sonic shirt to watch the movie but i dont have one so im thinking i could paint one but i can only almost draw so its gonna be a silly little weird version of sonic so idk..... i might do it and then go to the very last showing of the movie (im hoping there will be no kids on that one)
#el nivel de absurdo por las nubes i cant even begin to explain what i just watched#sonic#sonic 3#i loved it tho
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how am i meant to handle dreaming about an old friend i no longer speak to in real life bc we drifted apart?
how am i meant to reconcile with a friendship that i long for again without thinking that maybe it’s the nostalgia i’m after?
i miss you because i no longer talk to you and yet you spoke to me in my dreams last night. the longing never goes away.
#nube text#ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!#i just miss him so bad but idk even know if he wants to talk to me!!!#idek how to reach out to him bc he has no insta#and the text that i did send him was never responded to and idk why!!#is it out of choice or is it no longer his number#it hurts more just cuz he started like going out with my friend and it got messy and i was put in between#and i also liked him but never said anything#i regret not telling him and i regret not trying to continue the friendship#it feels like a lost friendship that i didn’t feel grateful for#idk idk this is what happens when u dream abojt old friends
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What's in my Game: cc edition
TSR
Pet Cushions and Food Dispenser
Kids Inflatable Sprinklers
Coast Surf Set
Beach Fun
Inflatable Kids Pool - Arm Band
David Mont
(you can see pics of the items here: https://davidmont.tumblr.com/tagged/MyCC)
Mimi's Broom Arena — A New Arena for your Sims
"We Both Know" Dandelion Lighting
"We Both Know" Part Two: IKEA TRENDIG
"NuBE" Anti-Theft & Smoke Alarm
"Pixel Cloud" Paper Bag — Storage
"FRIENDS" Collection — Two Desks & Stool Set6
“Ohevers” Collection
"Captastic" with Love for Kimberly
"Twinkly Twinkly" for Ceilings and Walls
"Toya's Gardening Station" a New one for your Sims
"Star-Lights" Ceiling Lamps — Updated
Antraya Collection
Everlasting Garden
6 TS4 to TS3 Bathroom Conversions by Everlasting-Garden
Up Balloons Chairs by Everlasting-Garden
04v10 Collection - Hot Air Balloon Ceiling Lights by Everlasting-Garden
04v10 Collection - Desk Set by Everlasting-Garden
4 Leash racks by Everlasting-Garden
Angel Wings Ceiling Lights by Everlasting-Garden
TS2 to TS3 Understair Storage I by Everlasting-Garden
Roller Skates Wall Décor by Everlasting-Garden
#ts3#sims 3#the sims 3#simmer#ts3 simblr#sims 3 simblr#ts3 gameplay#sims 3 gameplay#ts3 screenshots#sims 3 screenshot#fresh save#whats in my game
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Have you ever stopped to look at the clouds or the waves of the sea? Have you been fascinated by the flight of seagulls or the hunger of a hummingbird? Have you forgotten time and its hours in the simple act of observing these details? If the answer is yes, then you know what I feel when I watch you in silence.
¿Te has detenido a observar detenidamente a las nubes o a las olas del mar? ¿Has sentido fascinación por ser testigo del vuelo de las gaviotas o del hambre de un colibrí? ¿Se te ha olvidado el tiempo y sus horas por el simple acto de observar esos detalles? Si la respuesta es afirmativa, entonces sabrás lo que siento cuando te observo en silencio.
#writers#authors#2024#el hombre de la soledad#writers on tumblr#poetas en tumblr#poets on tumblr#pensamientos#writing in solitude#poeticstories#the man of solitude#escritores en tumblr#escribiendo en soledad
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which is to say that nube sure as hell isn't a father but this manga does very much establish that he's Daddy
cross-referencing hell teacher nube's implicit treatment of "children" as a disempowered class that need enlightened and empowered non-children (adults) to protect them in a hostile world with its simultaneous treatment of "women" (note: many of the characters called "women" in this series are female children who are being treated like adults) as a disempowered class that needs enlightened and empowered non-women (men) to protect them in a hostile world
#bolo liveblogs#jigoku sensei nube#hell teacher nube#for the record I typed this out and then went ''jesse what the fuck are you talking about'' to myself
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