#dabae speaks

[yixiangs]

i feel unwell.

#HIS MAKEUP #this whole look is so pretty #dabae speaks #kum junhyeon

[ramayantika]

I am fucking burnt out nahi hoga maths ab

#samridhi speaks #aaba daba chaba

[luvhughes43]

your boy can't read ! | trevor zegras x author!reader

luvhughes43 masterlist🌷

ynoffical

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ynofficial my weekend☕️📖💐

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stephbohrer ❤️❤️

fan01 writing your next book right?😁

fan02 we want something happy this time !

fan01 no.

jackbenedwards lets go book shopping once you're back in nyc

ynoffical of course! ill text u💗

trevorzegras yaba daba doo☕️

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fan03 whatever the hell that means

trevorzegras

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trevorzegras coolest place in the world⚡️

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_quinnhughes who wrote your caption? why does it actually make sense for once

trevorzegras i take offence to that.

fan04 the fact that the caption is so simple and quinns saying that😭😭

fan05 i'm going to be honest i never have any idea what trev is talking about liked by ynoffical

jackhughes interesting... 🤔

jamie.drysdale what happened to cereal being your ideal meal?

trevorzegras i'm a changed man🫡

ynoffical cute house!

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ynfan now hold on...🧐

ynoffical

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ynoffical had some time off🌞🎨

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fan05 WHO IS THAT???

fan06 why are a bunch of nhl players liking..🧐

jackhughes im still so confused about this whole thing

ynofficial confused ? were in love😁🙏💗

jackhughes you know he can't read right?

ynofficial i know😞💔

trevorzegras you know i was just thinking and i think your bf is an excellent reader... like hes probably so good its shocking

ynoffical no i was actually just thinking that he can't

fan07 STAY FOCUSED ON THE BOOK QUEENIE DON'T LET THE BOYS DISTRACT U💪🔥‼️

trevorzegras

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trevorzegras reading very seriously.

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jackhughes no i dont think you are

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trevorzegras WTF STOP??

ynoffical happy to see you're finally learning how to read❤️

trevorzegras what if this was my last straw?

fan08 you're the lea michelle of hockey babes its okay! not everybody has to know how to read❤️

anaheimducks so proud of our Z🧡

hockeyfan: nawww even his team is setting him up😭

oldman get ur ass back on the ice you do NOT need to be reading.

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ynoffical totally normal weekly update

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fan09 HOLD ON????

trevorzegras 🤔🤔

jackhughes the last slide says: 👁❤️🫵 (I love Trevor Zegras) hope this helps❤️ liked by ynoffical

trevorzegras 😐

stepbroher you're really living out the hockey romance fantasy wow

ynoffical waiting for u to release your own hockey book🙏

fan10 does this mean the next book is a romance?😁

ynoffical 🤭🤭

trevorzegras i love you too

ynoffical i love u so much its crazy

trevorzegras i love you so much i read a book

jackhughes correction: he learnt how to read

trevorzegras STOP GO AWAY!

trevorzegras

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trevorzegras you make it so easy to love 🧡🧡

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ynoffical 💗💗

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jackhughes so glad ynoffical can speak emojis! otherwise you guys wouldn't be able to text each other

trevorzegras jackhughes you make me sick.

fan11 z baby look at me this isn't you...

colecaufield u guys look great💤

jamie.drysdale i'm actually surprised and i've known this whole time

masonmctavish23 i didn't think he had it in him

fan12 NOOOO THIS CANT BE HAPPPENING TO ME😭🙏

ynoffical just posted a story!

caption: lover boy🫂🤍 (aka the love of my life)

jackhughes replied: if only trevvy could read that😪❤️

trevorzegras replied: calling u in 5 🧡🧡 love you

#trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras #trevor zegras blurb #trevor zegras imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #jamie drysdale x reader #mason mctavish x reader #cole caufield x reader #insta edit #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl blurb

[undeadcourier]

Top 10 F:NV Side Quests/Unmarked Quests You Don't Want To Miss

These are specifically quests that I think are particularly entertaining, offer unique role-playing opportunities, and/or provide interesting insights into the game's npcs—and which I think are pretty easy to miss. For that reason, I haven't included any companion quests or some of the more prominent side quests.

1. The White Wash - Discover why the NCR sharecroppers aren't getting their full allotment of water and what happened to Corporal White. My recommendation: bring Arcade.

2. Silus Treatment - Help Lieutenant Boyd at Camp McCarran in her interrogation of Silus, a Legion Centurion. My recommendation: do this with Speech 50 or Intelligence 8.

3. Someone to Watch Over Me - Help Crandon keep North Vegas Square safe from squatters/Greasers; discover what happened to Alice Hostetler and advise her with regard to her family problems.

4. Aba Daba Honeymoon - Help Diane and Jack of the Great Khans with their chem trade. You can learn the special unarmed move, Khan Trick, by completing this quest.

5. Why Can't We Be Friends? - Either facilitate an alliance between Samuel Cooke and the Powder Gangers of Vault 19 and the Great Khans, or destroy the caves for Philip Lem and convince him to either join the Khans or turn himself and the Powder Gangers in to the NCR.

6. I Fought the Law - Help Eddie deal with some problems the Powder Gangers have had since taking the NCRCF.

7. A Final Plan for Esteban - Retrieve Esteban's body from the Fiends for his widow, Private Morales, who is stuck at Camp McCarran. My recommendation: speak to the NCR troopers stationed nearby the Fiend base before and after retrieving the bodies.

8. Malleable Mini Boomer Minds - Make friends with the kids at Nellis. My recommendation: bring a rocket souvenir or dino toy (distinct from a dinky souvenir).

9. Rotface's Loose Lips - Get the hot goss from Rotface in Freeside. My recommendation: talk to him at least 30 times so you don't miss anything juicy.

10. Thought for the Day - Have your fortune told by the Forecaster beneath the 188 Trading Post.

#the white wash #silus treatment #someone to watch over me #aba daba honeymoon #why can't we be friends? #i fought the law #a final plan for esteban #malleable mini boomer minds #rotface's loose lips #thought for the day #fallout: new vegas

[sgiandubh]

What he said...

@bat-cat-reader has graciously asked me for a transcript and Spanish translation of the video posted by @samheughanswife from the Sydney Hublander and I think she didn't have time to check her DMs.

The one where S couldn't help but bring up C, the very first moment he was on stage. Check it out here, with all credits given to SHW, of course: https://www.tumblr.com/samheughanswife/743154023637614592/straight-up-in-the-first-question-from-the?source=share

I tried my best, sound was calamitous and yelling, well... worse than an MMA match.

English transcript:

It’s hard to not have fun, when you’re working with people like Mr. Lacroix, unless he’s in one of those like moods, you know, when he like just wanders off and does not speak to anyone. But uhm…over the years, we’ve got amazing cast we’ve worked with and everyone has just a good time. I mean, there’s not always much time to mess around or play pranks or anything like that, but we do tend to have a good time… Caitriona Balfe is an amazing co-star, she’s got a terrible habit of corpsing, so if something goes wrong, her shoulders start to go (mimicks laughter). She would turn around in the scene, so no one can see her face and just leave me to deal with a lot of questions. Yeah, it’s a lot of fun, we get all… I’ve got my groomer, Wendy, I’ve been with from the beginning, she is also a ridiculous human being, and just a lot of fun, so we can go along, just not much as did in Season 1, not so fun (?).

Traducción en Español:

Es difícil no divertirse cuando trabajas con gente como el Sr. Lacroix, a menos que esté en uno de esos estados de ánimo similares, ya sabed, cuando simplemente se aleja y no habla con nadie. Pero uhm… a lo largo de los años, hemos trabajado con un elenco increíble y todos se lo pasan bien. Quiero decir, no siempre hay mucho tiempo para perder o gastar bromas o algo así, pero tendemos a pasar un buen rato... Caitriona Balfe es una coprotagonista increíble, tiene un hábito terrible de morirse de la risa, así que si algo sale mal, sus hombros empiezan a moverse (imita la risa). Ella se daba vuelta en la escena, para que nadie pudiera ver su cara y simplemente me dejaba lidiar con muchas preguntas. Sí, es muy divertido, nos ponemos a todos... tengo a mi peluquera, Wendy, con quien he estado desde el principio, ella también es un ser humano ridículo, y muy divertida, así que podemos seguir adelante, simplemente no tanto como en la Prima Temporada, no tan divertido (?).

Funny how idioms like 'ridiculous human being' do spread in the family, only to resurface, years after Sis coined it. But hey, always bring Wendy in (remember Madrid, LOL?) and dilute, dilute, dilute.

Also funny how the 'best informed, most neutral blog' EVAH did not use SHW's footage, so as not to credit her (petty, I know)?

To make myself very clear, here is what I think about all that overtouted neutrality. Remembering that she used this tune in a very early S mudslinging video she created and put on Youtube:

(Irrespective, this is a great remix and Freddie - never been a fan, but deeply appreciative - is simply TOP)

#fandom #shitshow #Youtube

[esuemmanuel]

¿Qué se puede escribir cuando lo único que se tiene es dolor en las manos por las heridas producidas de aquel amor que se tornó en batalla por parte del sujeto que no supo apreciar lo que se le daba? Y no, no hablaré del sujeto, ya que no tiene la menor importancia. Hablaré del dolor que me dejó… de las heridas y la desgracia… de la desilusión… de la muerte y de las nulas ganas de seguir viviendo en la hoja blanca. Hablaré de cómo me aniquiló la fe su falta de palabra e hizo de mi castillo de arena un pedazo de tierra sin esperanza. Hablaré —¡Claro que hablaré!— desde el agujero que me dejó en el alma y supuraré sin tregua el veneno que he de limpiar para recuperar, al menos, un poco del amor que le tenía a la palabra.

What can you write when all you have is pain in your hands from the wounds produced by that love that turned into a battle on the part of the subject who did not know how to appreciate what he was given? And no, I will not talk about the subject, since it is not of the slightest importance. I will speak of the pain he left me... of the wounds and the misfortune... of the disillusionment... of the death and of the null desire to continue living on the white sheet. I will speak of how his lack of words annihilated my faith and made my sand castle a piece of land without hope. I will speak -of course I will speak! - from the hole he left in my soul and I will relentlessly ooze the poison that I have to cleanse to recover, at least, a little of the love I had for the word.

#esu emmanuel #el hombre de la soledad #escribiendo en soledad #escritores en tumblr #the man of solitude #writing in solitude #poetas en tumblr #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #pensamientos #poeticstories #2023

[canirove]

Rúben Dias Imagine | two

Author’s note: Had this sitting on my drafts for a while, and thought, why not post it today that he finally played again? 😅 It’s something very random inspired by a prompt I saw here on Tumblr about jokingly catcalling someone in a different language, and not knowing they can understand that language. Hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💜

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"Ok, ok. Repeat it again. Slowly."

"Te daba... Como cajón... Que no cierra."

"I think I got it. And it means?"

"Basically that you want to fuck him." 

"I mean literally, Sam" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Well, you know when you can't close a drawer and you start hitting it with your hips or your bum?"

"Oh..."

"Exactly. Which is what you want to do to Rúben. Or him to you" Sam says, elbowing me in the ribs.

"Yeah, yeah. But I can't tell him that, I'm not crazy."

"You'll have to be very drunk to say it, and we can't get drunk at a work party."

"We cannot."

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"Rúben!" I giggle, walking towards him. "Hello."

"Hello. Enjoying the party?"

"Very much. You?"

"It's ok."

"I have something to tell you" I whisper.

"You do?" he asks, arching an eyebrow.

"Yep. Te daba cajón cierra. Wait, no. That wasn't it" I laugh. "Give me a second... Ok, got it. Te daba como cajón que no cierra."

"I beg your pardon?"

"¡Te daba como cajón que no cierra!" I repeat, giggling like an idiot.

"Do you... Do you know what that means?"

"Yeah, Sam told me."

"But the literal translation or...?"

"I know what it means, Rúben. Do you?" I ask, trying to give him a mischievous smile.

"I do, yes."

"Oh... I thought you were Portuguese!"

"I am, but I also speak Spanish. It isn't that different from Portuguese, and my longest relationship was with a Spaniard, I learnt the language while we were together."

"Hot and intelligent" I snort. 

"Thank you?" he chuckles.

"And probably taken. A guy like you is definitely taken. Like, who am I kidding?"

"I'm single."

"And I'm the Queen of England!" I laugh. "Wait, no, she's dead. And I'm not dead. I am alive. Very alive!"

"And drunk. Very drunk" Rúben laughs.

"Don't tell our boss, please."

"It'll be our secret" he winks. "But you should stop drinking."

"And go for a wee."

"Do you know where..." 

But I don't hear what else he says. I'm already running towards the bathroom, feeling like I'm going to explode.

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"Morning."

"Hm" I grunt.

"Or should I say buenos días?"

"What?" I say, looking up from my coffee and meeting Rúben's eyes. He's talking... To me?

"How is the hangover?"

"The worst ever" I say, focusing again on the coffee machine and trying to process that Rúben knows I exist.

"Did you drink more after going to the bathroom? I didn't see you again."

"Wait, what? We... We spoke last night?" I ask, looking at him again. He looks so fresh and handsome while I look and feel... So ugly. Disgustingly ugly.

"You don't remember?"

"I... Maybe?"

"Dear God" he laughs. "Wait, too loud?"

"Yeah" I hiss.

"I'm sorry" he says with an apologetic smile. "But yes, we spoke last night. You shared with me your knowledge of the Spanish language."

"No!" I say, everything around me starting to move.

"Wow, careful there" he says, grabbing me by the arm and making me sit down. "Are you ok? You just went so pale..."

"I'm fine, I just..."

"You should have stayed home, call in sick."

"I thought I had dreamt that."

"What?" Rúben asks. He's sitting in front of me with his hand still on my arm, his thumb making small circles that instead of soothing me, are making me feel more dizzy. Though I don't want him to stop, to be honest.

"Me saying that in Spanish... I thought I had dreamt it. Did I... Did I also kiss you?"

"No, you didn't" he chuckles. "That was part of your dream."

"Oh, thank God" I sigh. "Not that kissing you is something bad, it's the total opposite. I guess. I don't know. I should stop talking, shouldn't I?"

"What you should do is eat something, you still look very pale."

"I'm not hungry."

"But if you don't eat, you may faint, this time properly, and I may not be there to catch you. You must eat something."

"Ok..." I whisper, trying not to think too much about his arms around me.

"Wait here, I have some energy bars on my desk."

"You don't have to, Rúben."

"I insist" he says, getting up from his chair and letting go of my arm, already making me miss his touch. "Just promise me you won't run away anywhere like you did last night."

"I won't, I promise."

"Chocolate or apple?"

"What?"

"Nothing, I'll bring both" he laughs before disappearing through the door, leaving me thinking that besides being hot and intelligent, now I also know that he is extremely cute and caring, which means that my crush has gone from 10 to 100. Great.

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias fanfic #football fanfic #football imagine #rubenimagine

[unknowybruh]

DUBBOX! he/him 19 y.o appears on disco party floor exits on SharkCo Mall a dubstep-headed dude who loves music and is a professional DJ! dubbox can speak any language expect korean because of the north korean goverment has a sibling named 'boomy' his audio-files can spawn anything! (example: piano.mp3 spawns a piano) he has a fear of heights interactions: entering the elevator. "H3LLO EVER#YONE!" "N1CE TO SEE U!" "DISCO NEVER DIES!" spray water, snowball: "GSH! C0LD!" "HEY! N0T COOL.." "AGHR#AHS!" tomato: "N0M" petals: "F0R ME? THANK U!" "I NEV3R GOT T#HESE.." "PETALS PET4LS! HOW CUTE OF Y@U!" full elevator: "OUH." "N0T TOD#AY" "0UT OF O#RDER? SRY!" dialogues BIVE B - Oh... you seem, interesting! DB - TH4NK U! B - I shall investage you more... DB - SURE, I D#ONT MIND B - What a unique THING! DB - IS TH@T A COMPLEMENT!? B - Take it as what you THINK! DB - TH4NKS! I NEVER GOT 0NE.. FLESHCOUSIN FC - Hello. DB - HI! FC - Dub wub wub... cub lub... DB - YE#A! (WHAT?) DB - W0W FC - Hm? DB - YOU L0OK JUST LIKE T#HAT GUY OVER THERE! FC - Laba-daba-di.. DB - C0ME ON! DATS COOL. GNARPY G - HRSH! Get away fromz ME! DB - ARE YOU A GN4RPIAN?! G - Nonz of your BUSZINEZZ! DB - AH! Audio-file 69456: Gnarpian Language. DB - Glorp zorp goop gap geep! G - GOP?! DB - C0OL! G - Whatz? DB - YOU LOOK C#OOL! G - I KNOWZ! INFECTED I - 0-0 DB - 0_o I - :O DB - :D I - :D I - WUT!1 DB - MY H3AD? I - Y4S! WUT D4 H3LL?!1 DB - I THINK I#T LOOKS COOL! I - M3 T00! LAMPERT L - you have an object for your head aswell? DB - YUH U#H! L - cool. DB - YUH UH! L - are you gonna say something different? DB - YUH 0H! L - huh. neat head. DB - TH4NKS! URS TOO! L - thanks too i guess. MANNEQUIN MARK M - Ay, how' it's goin'? DB - N1CE! M - WOOD to hear t'at! DB - HE#HE! M - Wood lookin'! DB - TY PAL! M - No problem' matey! M - Har har har! DB - H4R H#AR HAR! PARTYNOOB/POOB PN - oh!! parteh lookin' boi!! DB - I 4M FROM A PARTY! A D#ISCO FLOOR! PN - you luk amazeeng!! DB - YOU TOO! PN - a dubstep bumbox for a head?? yeouch! experiments must hav hurt... DB - I WAS B0RN LIKE TH#IS! PN - oh... sry... DB - N4H, ITS OKAY BUD! PEST DB - H1! P - Get out of my sight. DB - WHY? P - You disgust me. DB - I JU#ST WANTED TO BE FR1ENDS! :( P - What. DB - WUT P - What is your head. DB - DUBST3P BOOMBOX? STR#ANGE QUESTION.. P - I hope that head goes BOOMbox. SPLIT SP - Man, your head is BANANAS! DB - HEH SP - It makes my mind SPLIT! DB - YOH0#HO! SP - Hey! Where are you from? DB - D4NCE FLOOR! SP - I am from PEELiphines! DB - OHOH#OHOHO!! DB - CAN I HEAR MORE? SP - Sure! SP - Your head is self-DUBbed the coolest! DB - YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!! SPUD DB - H3LLO THERE! S - spud! DB - SP#UD! S - SPUD?! DB - SPUD SPUD! SPUD SPUD SPUD... SPUD DB - Y0INK! I GOT YOUR NOSE! S - Give it back! S - i mean... spud! DB - SPUD! S - oh...

#regretevator #oc #ref sheet #roblox #art #digital art

[thebestofoneshots]

Aaaaah no sabia q hablabas español 😭

La fluidez q manejas con el ingles me sorprende un montón, te juro q si no te escribian en español no me daba cuenta q no eras gringa 🥲

Pero posta llegar a escribir una serie entera en ingles me parece increíble, la vengo leyendo desde q la empezaste y me parece increible como escribis!

AAAaaaaaaaah! Gracias! Es uno de los mejores cumplidos que me pueden dar ૮꒰⸝⸝>  ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

Estudie por muchos años en una escuela de ingles privada en las tardes, desde que tenía como 6 creo (por que era malisisma y en la primaria le dijeron a mis papás que me urgian asesorias), el caso es que con tantos años + mi obsesion con youtubers en 2015, logré mejorar muchísimo.

Y que increíble escuchar de ti, no sabía que tantas personas que leen GC hablaban español, me parece increíble, sobretodo porque la comunidad de los mereodaroes en español no estan popular como en ingles.

English:

AAAaaaaaaaah! Thank you! It's one of the best compliments I've received ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

I studied for many years at a private English school in the afternoons, since I was around 6, I think (because I was terrible, and my elementary teachers told my parents that I needed tutoring). The thing is that with so many years + my obsession with YouTubers in 2015, I managed to improve my fluency a lot.

Also! It's amazing to hear from you! I didn't know that so many people who read GC spoke Spanish, it seems amazing! Especially because the community the Marauders in Spanish is not as popular as in English.

Read Gilded Constellations

PS. Some people have been asking if they can send asks in Spanish, and you are all most definitely more than welcome to do it. I also speak a bit of German and French and while I might just reply in English for the last one, I'd love to see you ask in whichever language you prefer. I also speak a tad of Russian but I'm so bad at it now I'm sure I'd make you cringe if I attempted to reply in that one.

#ask lilly #lilly talks #gilded constellations: bonus features #marauders era #marauders x reader #marauders x y/n #moony #padfoot #prongs #sirius black #sirius x reader #sirius black fluff #sirius x you #sirius x y/n #remus x y/n #remus x you #remus x reader #remus one shot #sirius black one shot #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders #wolfstar x reader #wolfstar x y/n #wolfstar x you #sirius black x fem!reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #moony x reader #moony x padfoot #moony x you #gilded constellations theories

[aalaanaaa]

König x Reader (+18) sensitive content

warning:⚠️ sexual references, oral and inappropriate language

How exactly had they come to this? They really didn't know, könig and you were hot after the military finally came home; It was seen in the wild way in which König ripped your clothes off, it was as if a supernatural force was possessing him.

"I missed you so much" her voice was full of pure lust, she could barely speak between her teeth... Her desperation was evident. "I'm going to fuck you until you lose your voice." He murmured in your ear and in a matter of seconds he was biting your neck. He needed to mark you, he needed to claim you after so long without seeing you, to feel your smooth and fresh skin in his hot and wild mouth.

reasts, it was no secret that he loved your nipples... He touched them with small and exciting pinches, licked them forming circles with his tongue. From top to bottom, on his shaft and even biting your pretty nipple, könig was a fucking animal now; then it went to your abdomen, a little lower, straight to your pussy, where in a single movement he took off your panties, he abruptly opened your legs and placed himself in the middle of your intimacy and swallowed, swallowed as if his life depended on it ... His magic tongue passed from the surface of your labia to the depth, the licks he gave in your wet vagina were so perverted and hot, so exciting... And your moans only invited him to be faster and deeper He could feel your walls throbbing in his mouth and he loved it, loved the feeling of vulnerability you gave to his touch. From time to time he would look up to see the fruits of the good work he was doing with his tongue in your pussy; It drove him crazy to see your red face with your mouth open producing moans, pleas and even the occasional compliment from you while he sucked your pussy.

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Como habían llegado exactamente a esto? Realmente no lo sabían, könig y tú estaban calientes después de que al fin el militar volviera a casa; se veía en la forma tan salvaje en la que könig te arrancaba la ropa, era como si una fuerza sobrenatural lo estuviera poseyendo.

"Te extrañé tanto" su voz derrochaba lujuria pura, apenas y podía hablar entre dientes... Su desesperación era evidente. "Te voy a follar hasta que te quedes sin voz." Murmuró en tu oído y en cuestión de segundos ya te estaba mordiendo el cuello. Necesitaba marcarte, necesitaba reclamarte después de tanto tiempo sin verte, sentir tu piel terza y fresca en su boca caliente y salvaje.

Después de formar todo un camino de mordidas de tu cuello hasta tu clavícula, se detuvo en tus pechos, no era un secreto que amaba tus pezones... Los tocó con pequeños y exitantes pellizcos, los lamió formando círculos con su lengua. De arriba a abajo, en su eje e incluso mordiendo tu lindo pezón, könig era un puto animal ahora; luego paso hasta tu abdomen, un poco mas abajo, directo a tu coño, dónde de un solo movimiento te quito los panties, te abrió abruptamente las piernas y se colocó en medio de tu intimidad y trago, trago como si su vida dependiera de ello... Su lengua mágica pasaba desde tus la superficie de tus labios vaginales hasta la profundidad, los lengüetazos que daba en tu vagina mojada eran tan pervetidos y calientes, tan exitantes... Y tus gemidos solo lo invitaban a ser más rápido y profundo, podía sentir tus paredes palpitando en su boca y lo amaba, amaba la sensación de vulnerabilidad que dabas ante su toque. De ves en cuando levantaba su mirada para ver los frutos del buen trabajo que estaba haciendo con su lengua en tu coño; le enloquecía ver tu rostro rojo con la boca abierta produciendo gemidos, súplicas e incluso uno que otro alago proviniente de tí mientras te mamaba el coño.

-lana 💟

#könig cod #könig x y/n #cod x reader #könig smut #konig mw2 #ghost cod #konig headcanons #könig imagine #könig call of duty

[hlurz]

i'll tell you a secret........ i never know which language i should use when sending you asks 😂 no es mi culpa que las dos hablemos los mismos tres idiomas viste jhdfgjdgfdj

jokes aside, de vez en cuando me acuerdo de tu post de bc argento porque fue cuando me di cuenta de que había mas gente de acá 💖 pero me daba miedo seguirte porque soy una pelotuda que le huye a las interacciones sociales JAJAJAJ

ojala algún día nos podamos encontrar IRL, más que seguro en algún recital compartido :')💖💕💗💘

Saber muita coisa é foda, né?

Yeah, was amazing to know that there were Spanish speaking fans (and that someone else could understand such a niche post). I mean, I love being capable to (more or less) interact with a lot of nice and cool people through English even when isn't our native tongue 🥰

I would start to feel like those intimidating cool being from now (?

Podríamos encontrarnos en el recital de Blind Channel si hubiese recital en estos pagos *cara desesperada del papá de Timmy*

[melody-han-wayne]

Things said in the Manor in the past 24 hours:

"We’re BILLIONAIRES, stop stealing my shirts and get some of your own”

“You’ve lived in Wayne Manor for SIX YEARS, how did you not know we had an indoor pool??”  “You lived here for TWELVE and you don’t know either!”

“Too bad adoptions are non-refundable and non-exchangeable, otherwise we’d all have been re-orphaned many years ago”

“Stop trying to exclude me from this conversation by speaking Morin Daba Dagur”

“Where on earth did you get a 7th-century stone Tongan knife and why are there voodoo carvings on it? Who are you trying to curse?”

“SO HELP ME I WILL STAB YOU IF YOU DARE TOUCH MY SOCKS—”

#batfamily #batfam rp #batsis oc #batsis rp #batfam oc #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #cassandra cain #dick grayson #Jason todd #Tim drake #Damian wayne #duke thomas #batsiblings

[esc-is-holding-me-hostage]

Semi-1 thoughts:

- the hosts are all cringy as fuck and not in the endearing way like those Ukrainian guys were in 2017

- the postcards, while not as atrocious as I expected, still look very cheap

- the camerawork was weird at times. The long wide shot after the bridge in Die Together was ugly. That faraway shot of the audience during Sekret felt like a straight up mistake.

- speaking of Sekret. It was not as bad as the rehearsal clip made it seem but still very unpolished. Ronela didn't sound all that good (which is weird, she was awesome at the pre-parties), those steam/foam thingies were waaay too loud, and Ronela touched her mic several times, jeeez.

- I'm gonna miss the pussy guys, I've warmed up to them after all :c

- Those repeating shots at Disko were bad and I feel like they've harmed Slovenian chances

- Maro looking at the audience waving lights during her performance was really sweet

- oh no, Amanda brought her goddamn vocoder to the live performance

- i DID NOT expect Iceland qualifying but damn I'm happy that they did

- i also did not expect fucking Eiffel 65 during the interval act, hearing the familiar notes and realizing it's Blue(daba-dee-daba-daaa) felt like a gutpunch

- i've never been a fan of Fai Rumore, but finally seeing it on the Eurovision stage felt so cathartic, I've almost cried

#esc #eurovision

[esuemmanuel]

Le daba vueltas la cabeza, siempre con el mismo pensamiento: una imagen de dos enamorados tomándose de las manos, caminando por los senderos de una vida llena de altibajos, pero plena en su trasfondo, en su peculiaridad, en sus ramificaciones plagadas de cariño y esperanza. De repente, una voz la despierta, haciéndola salir de ese bucle de tiempo, de esa añoranza perdida. “¿Sigues pensando en él?”, le pregunta la voz amiga. Ella niega con la cabeza en una mueca rápida y confundida, toma un sorbo de su café y respira. “¿De quién hablas? Ese tonto no tiene espacio en mi cabeza, es un idiota y no me cansaré de hacérselo saber sino hasta el día que me muera”, le respondió, de pronto, llena de malestar. La voz amiga la escucha para, después de un rato, decirle con profunda curiosidad… “¿No crees que seguir hablando de él con tus amistades, tus colegas y tu familia es parte de seguirlo queriendo? ¿Qué persona que ha dejado de amar sigue hablando del susodicho? Es extraño y también absurdo seguir hablando de alguien que has olvidado, porque no lo has olvidado, si no... ¿por qué seguirlo mencionando? Además, hablas muy mal de él… ¿Con qué finalidad? ¿Qué te ganas con eso?”. La mujer calla ante las palabras de la voz amiga, sintiendo un ardor en el estómago que le asciende al pecho. Se molesta, se irrita, se encoleriza y enrojece. "¿Crees que tiene derecho a salirse con la suya después de todo lo que me hizo?", le responde ya un tanto agresiva a la voz amiga que no ha hecho más que desear hacerla ver la realidad de su sentimiento. "No creo que nadie se salga con la suya en esta vida, amiga. Si él te hizo algún mal, ya lo pagará. La vida no perdona a nadie, de eso estate segura y tranquila. El punto aquí es lo que tú estás sufriendo al recordarlo y al hablar mal de él. ¿No ves que la única que se está ahogando de rencor eres tú? ¿En dónde dejas el perdón? Además, lo amaste... y mucho, me consta que lo amaste... ¿Acaso amar no significa perdonar? ¿Por qué, entonces, lo sigues atacando tanto? Te lo digo de corazón, amiga, porque te amo y me importa tu bienestar... Si realmente lo has olvidado, deja de mencionarlo, porque el olvido es, también, aceptar que acabó lo que se pensó que nunca iba a acabar", la voz amiga le tomó la mano a la mujer que ya derramaba un par de lágrimas, las mismas que escurrían por sus mejillas enrojecidas. Sí, estaba enojada por las palabras de la voz amiga, pero también porque tenía razón. Seguía anclada al pasado, a ese amor que terminó y que, por el mismo dolor que le acongojaba, no podía dar por perdido. Era real que la única que sufría era ella, pues el hombre al que amó en el pasado ya la había perdonado.

Her head was spinning, always with the same thought: an image of two lovers holding hands, walking along the paths of a life full of ups and downs, but full in its background, in its peculiarity, in its ramifications full of affection and hope. Suddenly, a voice wakes her up, making her come out of that time loop, out of that lost longing. "Are you still thinking about him?" the friendly voice asks her. She shakes her head in a quick, confused grimace, takes a sip of her coffee and breathes. "Who are you talking about? That fool has no room in my head, he's an idiot and I won't tire of letting him know it until the day I die," she replied, suddenly filled with discomfort. The friendly voice listens to her and, after a while, tells her with deep curiosity… "Don't you think that continuing to talk about him with your friends, your colleagues and your family is part of continuing to love him? What person who has stopped loving continues to talk about him? It is strange and also absurd to keep talking about someone you have forgotten, because you haven't forgotten him, otherwise…. why keep mentioning him? Besides, you speak very badly about him… For what purpose? What do you gain from that?". The woman falls silent at the words of the friendly voice, feeling a burning in her stomach that rises to her chest. She becomes annoyed, irritated, angered and reddened. "Do you think he has the right to get away with it after all he did to me?" she replies already somewhat aggressively to the friendly voice that has done nothing more than wish to make her see the reality of her feeling. "I don't think anyone gets away with anything in this life, friend. If he did you any wrong, he will pay for it. Life doesn't forgive anyone, of that be sure and calm. The point here is what you are suffering by remembering him and talking bad about him. Don't you see that the only one who is drowning in resentment is you? Where do you leave forgiveness? Besides, you loved him… and very much, I know that you loved him…. Why, then, do you keep attacking him so much? I tell you from my heart, my friend, because I love you and I care about your welfare…. If you have really forgotten him, stop mentioning it, because forgetting is also accepting that what you thought was never going to end is over," the friendly voice took the hand of the woman who was already shedding a couple of tears, the same ones that were running down her reddened cheeks. Yes, she was angry at the friendly voice's words, but also because she was right. She was still anchored to the past, to that love that ended and that, for the same pain that grieved her, she could not give up for lost. It was real that the only one who suffered was her, because the man she loved in the past had already forgiven her.

#esu emmanuel #creative writing #creativewriters #el hombre de la soledad #escribiendo en soledad #escritores en tumblr #the man of solitude #pensamientos #poeticstories #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #poetas en tumblr #writing in solitude #2023

[drsurenderdabas]

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[vlasco]

quince tree

louise gluck from the seven ages

we had, in the end, only the weather for a subject. luckily, we lived in a world with seasons -- we felt, still, access to variety: darkness, euphoria, various kinds of waiting.

i suppose, in the true sense, our exchanges couldn’t be called conversation, being dominated by accord, by repetition.

and yet it would be wrong to imagine we had neither sense of one another nor deep response to the world, as it would be wrong to believe our lives were narrow, or empty.

we had great wealth. we had, in fact, everything we could see and while it is true we could see neither great distance nor fine detail, what we were able to discern we grasped with a hunger the young can barely conceive, as though all experience had been channeled into these few perceptions.

channeled without memory. because the past was lost to us as referent, lost as image, as narrative. what had it contained? was there love? had there been, once, sustained labor? or fame, had there ever been something like that?

in the end, we didn’t need to ask. because we felt the past; it was, somehow, in these things, the front lawn and back lawn, suffusing them, giving the little quince tree a weight and meaning almost beyond enduring.

utterly lost and yet strangely alive, the whole of our human existence --- it would be wrong to think because we never left the yard that what we felt there was somehow shrunken or partial. in its grandeur and splendor, the world was finally present.

and it was always this we discussed or alluded to when we were moved to speak. the weather. the quince tree. you, in your innocence, what do you know of this world?

teníamos, al final, solo el tiempo como tema. por suerte, vivíamos en un mundo con estaciones sentíamos, así, acceso a cierta variedad: oscuridad, euforia, varios tipos de espera.

supongo que, en sentido literal, nuestros intercambios no se podían llamar conversaciones, dominados por el acuerdo, la repetición.

y aún así, sería un error pensar que no teníamos ni el sentido de la existencia del otro ni una respuesta profunda para el mundo, como sería un error pensar que nuestras vidas eran limitadas o vacías.

teníamos gran riqueza. teníamos, de hecho, todo lo que veíamos y si bien es verdad que no veíamos ni demasiado lejos ni con mucho detalle, lo que podíamos discernir lo absorbíamos con un hambre que los jóvenes pueden apenas concebir,, como si toda experiencia hubiese sido canalizada en estas pocas percepciones.

conectados sin memoria. porque el pasado se había perdido para nosotros como referente, perdido como imagen, como relato. ¿qué contenía? ¿había amor ahí? ¿había habido, alguna vez, esfuerzo sostenido? ¿o fama? ¿había habido algo así alguna vez?

al final, no hizo falta preguntar. Porque sentíamos el pasado; estaba, de algún modo, en esas cosas, el jardín de adelante y el de atrás las impregnaba, dándole al pequeño membrillo un peso y un sentido casi insoportables.

completamente perdida y aun así extrañamente viva, la totalidad de nuestra existencia humana: sería un error pensar que porque nunca salíamos del jardín lo que sentíamos era hasta algún punto reducido o parcial. en su grandeza y su esplendor, el mundo estaba finalmente presente.

y era siempre esto sobre lo que hablábamos o a lo que hacíamos alusión cuando nos daba por hablar. el tiempo. El árbol de membrillo. tú, en tu inocencia, ¿qué sabrás de este mundo?