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jorgema · 2 years

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Un extraño en cuerpo ajeno (Me fui)

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Hoy me desperté no siendo yo mismo. — Al abrir los ojos, luego de un largo e incógnito sueño, me sentía extraño y diferente de algún modo. Con lentitud me senté en la cama y fue entonces cuando me sentí un completo extraño en mi propio cuerpo. Luego de algunos minutos meditando este extraño suceso, llegué a la conclusión que debo ser alguien más, alguien muy distinto a mí, alguien a quien no conozco, alguien que es ajeno a mi propia existencia.

Me puse de pie, caminé entre pausas y con miedo al espejo para verme, pero esa sensación de sentirme alguien más estaba presente incluso allí frente a mi propio reflejo. Me sentía apartado de mí, como si viera a otra persona, incluso viendo que ese cuerpo aparentaba ser mi propio cuerpo. ¿Qué lo hacía diferente? Simple, se percibía que a pesar de ser idéntico al mío, era totalmente distinto y muy opuesto a quien era yo en verdad.

Después de unos segundos de ver a ese reflejo forastero frente a mí, le dije en voz alta — «¡Esa no es mi mirada, así que no eres yo! ¿¡Dime por favor a dónde me fui y dónde me encuentro en este momento!?» — Pero como era lógico, no hubo respuesta alguna.

Luego fui directo a la ducha y allí, bajo el agua e incluso tocando ese cuerpo, sentía que era la piel de alguien más y eso me hacía sentir incómodo y por completo frustrado, me sentía un usurpador y ladrón de cuerpos; definitivamente no era yo, así que la explicación más lógica era que todo era un sueño, que se trataba de una pesadilla y que pronto despertaría, sin embargo, algo en mis adentros me confirmaba que no era así.

Salí de mi casa y caminé por la calle, recorrí los lugares que frecuento tratando de encontrarme en ellos. Platiqué con mis amigos y familiares, tratando de saber si ellos sabían algo que yo no o si se darían cuenta de que no era el mismo, además busqué por todos lados algo que me permitiera regresar, pero todo fue inútil y al llegar la noche me di por vencido.

Regrese a esa casa, que ya no era mi casa, me senté en el escritorio de frente a la computadora y pensé con resignación: bueno, no me queda más que seguir y vivir está que no es mi vida. Luego solo me puse a escribir, describí con la mayor exactitud posible esto que percibía dentro y fuera de mí.

Al terminar suspiré profundamente y como si nada de esto hubiera pasado, regresé, volví a ser quien era. No sé dónde estuve y no sé por qué esto sucedió, pero las letras, los versos y cada espacio entre ellos me trajeron de vuelta de ese sitio sin nombre al que fui. — Fui feliz por regresar, pero la incertidumbre de no saber el porqué de mi partida afligía mi corazón; sin embargo, presentía muy en lo profundo que en algún momento esto volvería a pasar y volvería a ser un extraño en cuerpo ajeno.

— Cuentos y Relatos Cortos || @jorgema

#jorgema #relato #relatos #relato corto #personal #ficcion #ciencia ficcion #fantasia #relato fantastico #en español #guatemalteco #guatemala #latino #in spanish #short story #story in spanish #cuentos y relatos cortos

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fluffypotatey · 3 months

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okay so:

the year is 2021. the month is june. the new season of hermitcraft, season 8, has just started, and everything is great! the hermits are all messing around, having fun, building insane things within the first week of the server being active, and generally having a good time. everyone's collected themselves into little factions, pranking each other, and it's all the fun, lighthearted, mostly-vanilla content hermitcraft is known for.

and then the split between minecraft versions 1.18 and 1.19 is announced. the delay of new terrain, and especially of new mobs like the warden, considerably disrupt several of the hermits' plans. but it's fine, they'll figure something out, they're professionals, and it mostly goes unnoticed.

about two weeks later, on november 9th, grian turns to mumbo jumbo in one of his episodes, and asks the famous question that would seal hermitcraft season 8's fate:

"mumbo, is the moon... big?"

suddenly, the fans panic. they search back through videos and streams, and realize that the moon had been abnormally large and stuck in a full-moon phase since october 30th. the Moon Big event has begun.

this is where the roleplay really starts. once the moon's size has been brought up, the hermits start a weird combination of scrambling to figure out why the moon's growing, and how to stop it- but also of ignoring it, hoping it won't be a problem, hoping someone else will deal with it. the moon keeps getting bigger, more hermits start realizing it's going on, and a creeping sense of dread starts to grow. but it's fine. it's fine, right? they do little plotlines like this all the time. they'll figure something out, the moon will go back to normal, and we'll laugh about it when this is all over. it's fine.

and then, blocks start flying away. just floating up out of the ground, and falling right back down! like for a moment, a square meter chunk of dirt has decided it's a ballerina and leaped out of the ground! but it's fine, right? the blocks are coming back. no lasting harm is done. they're going to fix it all... right?

the moon gets bigger. it's growing every day- local hermit weirdguy joe hills measures it every stream. the blocks start flying higher. gravity starts getting... weird, with players getting the slow falling effect at random, and being lifted off of the earth themselves. the players form cults and rituals and whatnot to try and appease the moon, convince it to leave them alone, making plans to escape. nothing works. things keep getting worse, and the moon keeps getting bigger. but it'll be fine. these storylines never leave lasting harm, or at least they never have before. they'll be fine.

and then the blocks stop coming back, just floating into the sky forever. the players have the slow falling effect more than they don't now. the moon is now so big it's visible even during the day, and fills the entire sky at night. they start planning their escapes in earnest, and say their goodbyes. some hermits jump into a void hole in the overworld (it was the centerpiece of their village). some flee to the End, some to the nether, some just fly with elytras and hope they can get far enough away in time. one brave hermit, tango, flies himself to the moon in a futile attempt to blow the whole thing up before it can crash.

but in the end, the moon crashes into the server, and everything they'd built was destroyed. and the whole time, there'd been nothing any of them could've done. season eight was over, a full six months before anyone had expected it to end, and season nine wouldn't start until about three months later. and im still not okay about it.

(here's a cool animatic of the moon's crash! honestly i dont think you need too much hermitcraft knowledge to get the gist)

(also the moon crash happened on the day before my birthday lmao.)

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holy shit

#ok ok let me see if i have the timeline correctly:#1) s8 begins in June and so does the new update announcement #2) months go by with no issue (that they’re aware of)#3) it’s in November when they realize the moon has been growing #4) does the moon crash in January???#but gawddam #that is one apocalypse story if I’ve heard of one #also fitting bc i think it was 2021 where we were getting a LOT of asteroid/moon fall movies #idk what was in the air (possibly the pandemic that led to unforced isolation & ppl coped with apocalypse stories)#and somehow that bled through to a Minecraft server???? somehow?????#wild #this also reminds me of an apocalypse movie i watched with a friend called ‘3 Días’#very good movie btw #highly recommend (it is a Spanish only film which i don’t think will be an issue bc subtitles)#anyway #asks #smp 101 with gumy #hermitcraft edition!

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dumbledorathexplora · 4 months

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Omfg it’s sawnik tha hedgehawg 🫣

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zer0pm · 1 year

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Imagine Luis surviving his knife wound and you patch him up.

“¡Joder! That hurts, you know?”

“Don’t have anesthesia, I told you. Stop moving.”

“Right, sorry- ¡Ay, Dios! Are you stitching with a knitting needle or something?”

You had to hide your laugh under a scoff, thankful he couldn’t see your amused smile at his attitude.

Luis was leaning against a crate when you finally caught up to him and Leon. The latter informed you of their encounter with Krauser, the Spaniard’s injuries confirmed by pain-filled groans. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you had Luis moved to one of the metal tables near the mine’s exit and stripped him of his shirt and jacket. He weakly made a teasing comment about you using his injury to get him out of his clothes, but you ceased his attempts at jest by gently making him lay on his stomach and dove right into the task of treating the gushing wound.

Thanks to your meticulous efforts and the medicinal herbs that Leon keeps around in his case, Luis was stable in no time. Able to breathe a little easier, he instructed Leon to fetch the key from his jacket pocket, saying that the agent will need it to gain access to his laboratory on the island where he and Ashley will then use the surgical equipment to remove the parasites from their bodies. After assuring him that the both of you will be fine and will catch up after Luis is completely patched up and ready to go, Leon made his swift exit, leaving the both of you alone. Which brings you to this point in time- you suturing him.

“Should consider yourself lucky. Any deeper and the blade would have struck your heart. Then… well, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“You call it “luck”, my friend, but I like to look at it as divine blessing.” Here we go, this you have to hear.

Curiously you ask, “Oh, yeah? And how do you figure that?”

“Es obvio, ¿no?” he gestures with a wave of one of his hands that he was using to rest his head on. “An angel is healing me.”

You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling, but there was no denying the warm flutter in your heart at his suave words. “Sweet talker.”

Luis doesn’t respond, but you can tell the man was grinning ear to ear from your remark. Aside from a few more Spanish curses and colorful complaints about the pain, the rest of the procedure went smoothly. Once the final stitch was made, you gently applied antibiotics over the freshly closed wound before covering it with a clean bandage. You notice the man shiver under your touch when you placed a hand upon his broad back to keep him steady.

“There. Now try to sit up. Slowly,” you sternly advised. “Don’t want you opening that up doing something insane.”

Luis mutters under his breath, “Supongo que no debería saltar sobre más gigantes…”

“What was that?”

“¡Nada!” He jolts upright into a seated position, wincing at the sudden move that surely aggravated his injury. You would have been incensed if you weren’t so concerned for his wellbeing. After a careful reassessment to ensure that the stitches didn’t tear under the cloth, you proceeded to secure them by rolling more bandages around his torso. Your hands glided against the firm muscles of his defined chest and back as you did this.

You stood within the cage of his legs as you worked and can feel the heavy weight of his eyes on you. There was a concentrated look you tried to maintain to quell the nervous energy beating inside at your close proximity to him, but it was a losing battle. Luis’ body was radiating with an inviting warmth and a musky spice that delightfully filled your senses. You want nothing more than to drown in him, but willed yourself to keep your distance, internally conceding to give him space to recover from his near-death experience.

“This is nice,” Luis comments, breaking the comfortable silence.

You meet his eyes with an inquisitive look. “You find receiving treatment from an almost fatal stab wound to be pleasant?”

“I was not stabbed, the knife was thrown. There is a difference.” the man corrected with snark grin and you would have returned the witty remark had he not continued with his line of thought aloud. “Just thinking that it’s been awhile since it was only the two of us. Leon is good company, mind you. Pero, uh, he lacks your appeal.”

A snort escapes you, secretly giddy from his praise. “Think you’re so charming, huh?”

Mild amusement glints his grey eyes. “Have I not been this entire time?”

You shrug playfully, “Your game could use a little work.”

He returns your jest with an exaggerated pout, “¡Ay, mi orgullo! Your words cut deeper than the knife that struck me.”

Your chest heaves in hearty laughter. You shouldn’t have found it hilarious, but Luis had this innate ability to make a grave situation something to poke fun about. It’s what makes him so endearing. While you try to catch your breath, you missed the look of pure adoration he wore as he took in the sight of your smiling face. His usual coy smirk gently curving into something softer. Eventually you finish patching him up and help him back into his shirt and jacket. The man grumbles that the fine leather was now ruined, earning you another heartfelt chuckle.

Once he was presentable, he beholds you , “Gracias. Guess, uh, I owe you one, ¿si?”

“Your life, I’d say.” you nod, tone cheeky and good-natured.

It was his turn to laugh under his breath. He takes your hand in his, relishing in the feeling of touching you again. Soft determination flashes in his gaze as he mentally mulled over your words with newfound hope.

“Take it then,” Luis says. “It’s yours.”

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einaudis · 3 months

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Never thought I'd become one of those people who have discussions on the comments section of a video. But I realized it annoys me to no end that people call "Society of the Snow" a "remake" of "Alive".

Bayona didn't spend ten years fighting to make a movie no one was interested in, BECAUSE it wasn't going to be in English + because it wasn't going to require any non English speaking actors, for you to insult him by calling it a "remake" of a movie, even the survivors don't fully approve of.

#they're NOT remakes of each other but if you want to go that road then Alive should be considered a remake as well #Survive! (1976) existed first #UUUUGH #and you can TELL this is an USian trying to claim 'the Spanish speaking people stole their idea'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#as if they weren't the ones stealing stories because PEOPLE THERE REFUSE TO READ #random #personal #my shitty English #Society of the Snow #La Sociedad de la Nieve

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have-you-read-this-short-fiction · 5 months

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*Originally published in Spanish with the title "El almohadón de plumas"

#short stories #short story #uruguayan literature #spanish language literature #20th century literature #the feather pillow #el almohadón de plumas #horacio quiroga #book polls #have you read this short fiction?#completed polls

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year

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Omg idk if you talk Spanish or if it’s just XXC, but with that little and wonderful doodle you gave me the amazing headcanon of XXC being bilingual and just randomly speaking Spanish out of nowhere and nobody understanding him

[TL: XXC says "don't do coke in the bathroom"]

Shout out to the Spanish speaking MXTX fans. I don't think this is remotely what you wanted. (bonus below cut, TW: Drugs)

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #xiao xingchen #xue yang #Ask #bonus comic #I'm not confident enough in my Spanish to really integrate bilingual XXC into the comic #but I love the enthusiasm and there are at least two ppl leaving spanish tags on my comics so...its soft canon here.#if spanish speakers want to throw good spanish memes at me for xxc I will do my best B*)#Maybe he transmigrated and tried to turn the tides of the story but met a even worse fate....#I like to think he teaches Song Lan Spanish to have a secret language like the SVSSS transmigrators with (broken) English.#The bonus joke here is that it doesn't matter what language the sign is in. XY can't read. He has severe dyslexia #Its not even real coke its just sugar. He's about to have a dreadful time. But the TW is just for the visuals #EDIT: THE QUEUE BROKE and I was outside with my hands in the dirt digging (around) tubers for my mum's garden. So i didn't notice #Happy Mother's day! To the mums and those without one this year <3

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trensu · 4 months

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Have an itty bitty tiny piece of stasis in darkness, just so you all have an idea of where the story is going after the godly reveal. and also have proof that i am, in fact, still toiling away at this (as well as hawkins halfway house.)

A week and a half later, Steve entered a town he’d never seen before. He wore simple traveling clothes and carried no weapons aside from a couple of carefully hidden knives. He’d left his armor and shield behind. His satchel held only the essentials one needed for travel and a single stone as large as his fist. The stone was wrapped in layers of cloth to keep it safe during the journey.

I need you to find someone.

He felt very bare but he hadn’t been given much of a choice. Speed was of the essence for his quest, and little no-name towns tended to be wary of strangers in plain clothes, even more so around strangers decked out for battle. Steve wasn’t sure this place could be called a town. It was so small it hadn’t been on any official map. It didn’t even have an inn. Hopefully, Steve wouldn’t be needing an inn once he found who he was looking for.

He’s too far from me to reach.

He asked around, laying on the charm generously. He explained he had been a friend of a friend and had been trusted to deliver something. Eventually, he was told where to go. The house he found far beyond the village’s boundary was small. It looked like it had once been well cared for but it was old and had fallen to disrepair. Steve took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

A sallow old man opened the door. He was bald but had some scruff on his face still. His shoulders, stooped from age, trembled. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked so tired.

He’s my very last worshiper in all the world.

“Wayne Munson?” Steve asked.

“Who wants to know?” The man’s voice was phlegmy and rough. He coughed into the crook of his elbow almost before he could finish speaking.

“I’m Steve. Ser Steve Harrington, pledged to the Lord of Night.”

Wayne’s eyes widened. His grip on the open door weakened and slipped. Steve caught the door before it could hit Wayne.

“He sent me to you,” Steve explained. “May I come in?”

yep, that's it for now. i told you it was small. i'm not even gonna bother with a read-more here.

#trensu tells stories #stasis in darkness #i technically have another 4.5k words written already #but it is very much still a rough draft #it's all clunky chunks of stone with all that i want to happen but has not been carved and smoothed out properly yet #also i have decided to include at least a couple of prayers #because i hate myself apparently and want to make myself suffer #a poet i am not #and i haven't stepped in a church or said prayers in literal decades #well #that's a lie #i did attend ONE mass in that time only because my mom asked me so she wouldn't have to go alone #the priest went off on the queers during his sermon and my mom never asked me to go with her again lol #so i remember none of the prayers #and even if i did #i learned all my prayers in spanish #i have no idea how they go in english #ughhhhhh why do i do these things to myself

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teddybearsims · 2 months

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i'm the fury in your head i'm the ghost in the back of your head x

#ts4 #sims 4 #s4 #the sims 4 #sims #simblr #sim: jude #story tag #quick Jude pics #I rlly vibed w this one #the drums in Spanish Sahara is what he's jamming tf out to..my bb #maybe one day ill stop posing him with headphones #but he can barely go long without listening to music ...#needs smthn to fill the silence #and for some reason he looks naked without them?? lmao #this top is so cute on him #“his preferred style” Jude its just a mesh top and it shows off ur tattoos... wear these things MORE instead of big ol sweaters n pants

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swayziiwriter · 9 months

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Pleasure | Pedri González

summary: a passionate night with Pedri; your pleasure, fuelling his actions.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

The covers weren't required so you had both tossed them to the floor; it didn't make any difference on the off chance that it was a cool night on the grounds. Pedri had his hands all over you, the atmosphere intensely hot. His light stubble rubbed and rubbed against your skin.

Pedri was pleased with how much ridicule he could inflict on you, he frequently made you cry and scream ambiguously under him before his cock was inside you. This evening was the same.

His hands moved around your body until, like a map, they knew every part of your skin. He followed his hands with kisses and nips before changing to bites and scrapes with his teeth to leave a lasting impression on you.

His teeth and tongue worked hotly over your areolas until you were pitifully attempting to drive him away while telling him not to stop.

You hadn't figured it conceivable to turn out to be any more delicate yet by and by your sweetheart was showing you his gifts weren't simply just in football.

As he sucked, licked, and nipped until he was satisfied that he had sufficiently teased you, his stubble brushed against your nipples. He leant up, pushed your knees apart, and dove between your wet thighs without warning.

When you felt his flat tongue lick over you and his lips close around your extremely sensitive clit, you arch off the bed while pulling at the pillow under you. Your gasp turns into a breathless groan as you feel him do this. He groans and growls at you, and as he makes sure his tongue gets into every crevice of your pussy, he barely steps away.

Pedri's enormous hands hold you down ensuring you can't shake or lift your hips, he needs full command over how he's treating you and you're glad to allow that to occur as you squirm, mewl and scratch over his back and shoulders, leaving profound welts.

He complains about the heat, and your nails pierce his skin, causing him pain and pleasure at the same time. As if he hadn't eaten, savoring your wet center. Your sensitive skin is burned by his stubble but when he pulls away to tease you even more, you find yourself pushing him back against you with your hand on the back of his head.

He rolls his tongue over every part of your pussy while making a loud groaning noise against you, pushing inside you momentarily before powerfully pulling endlessly and inclining up over you.

You are lying there, your hands flexing and panting, balling them into clench hands prior to attempting to loosen up them once more. You're a crying mewling wreck and you need the Spanish man inside you until you drop from overstimulation.

Pedri looked over you and licked his lips as he runs his hands over your inner thighs leaving red marks that match the ones on his back and shoulders from you. After a couple of seconds of simply partaking in his view, Pedri grasps your hips and lifts them into his lap until he was completely encased within you, his cock effortlessly slipping into you.

You were able to make a comment about protection, but Pedri quickly stopped you. He was deep in his hips, and you called his name wanting him to be cumming deep inside of you. He pushes himself further with each thrust, barely retracting.

You can't speak coherently, so you just moan and whimper in delight as you arch and rock your hips onto his cock.

"Baby, is it too much?" While securing your ankles around him, you whimper and shake your head.

"You're a crying wreck, amor, are you sure?" He yells and grins. You manage to utter a single "yes!!" as you nod. It is sufficient for your boyfriend.

He recognizes your safe gestures and words. He knows when you've had enough, so he keeps bouncing you on his cock and grunting your name through gritted teeth until you've had enough.

You turn and pull yourself up to fold over his body. He puts his arms around your lower back tightly and pulls you in with short, sharp thrusts until he can't say anything anymore and has to snarl and growl into your ear. He knows that the vibrations and sounds against your skin make you crazy.

"Close!" you scarcely murmur and scratch over his back. His skin was covered in a series of marks. He gestures and covers his face against your neck, his pushes unhinged and with next to no beat, as he gasps brutally against you.

His hands splay and grip you with bruising force until your hips both tilt just right, and as your vision begins to blur and get darker, your hand grips the back of his head.

As you tighten around Pedri's cock, feeling him pulse and empty inside you, feeling yourself completely let go and squirt around his length, it spills on to his abs and all over his arms, coating his body in your juices.

He gasped generally, groaning between open kisses on anything skin he might reach. He lays your bodies both down and holds you close. You collapsed against him, trembling, unable to speak.

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rafaelsilvasource · 1 year

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RAFAEL SILVA via IG Stories - May 6, 2023

#rafael silva #instagram #ig stories #videos #messages to fans #911 lone star #ls season 4 #ls 4 bts #may 2023 #ls 4 pr #rafa speaks portuguese #rafa speaks spanish #portuguese starts at 1:00 and spanish starts at 2:00

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luchia13 · 10 months

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I've been watching qsmp and it's amazing how much Spanish is coming back to me, I end up forgetting to put subtitles on and still usually know what's being said! I even know some basic words in Portuguese now too, like "fofo" and "obrigado" and "Richas bota o armadura". I'm having a ROUGH time with following French tho so thank fuck for the live translator.

It's awesome to watch actual adults communicate in multiple languages and work together and be friends and make such a cool riveting story!!!

#qsmp #I'm not gonna talk about it much but! is fun.#and I watched one of etoiles's museum tour streams and it AMAZING #I'm into it for story but god i was THINKING in Spanish a couple days ago #and that's exciting

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natolesims · 29 days

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GRADUATION, AT LAST

After years of regretting leaving her studies aside, Ella feels lighter than ever. But this isn't the end for dear Miss Ella, it's just the beginning of something new!

#we love growth :')#claps in spanish #ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #disney princess challenge #ts4 dpc #happily ever after #cinderella #natolesims

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maxkirin · 5 months

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ten years ago i heard someone pronounse jalapeños as

/ JALA-pins /

and i have yet to emotionally recover from that

#the life of maxi #linguistics #language #spanish #yes this is a real story

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breaking-justin · 7 months

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