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marcmarcmomarc · 3 months
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Happy Valentine’s Day
Any and all fanart is not my own.
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The Mitchells vs. the Machines
Katie/Jade
Aaron/Abbey
Arcane
Vi/Caitlyn (ViCait)
Jayce/Mel (MelJay)
Viktor/Sky (SkyVik)
Encanto
Julieta/Agustín (Julistin)
Pepa/Félix (Felipa)
Dolores/Mariano (Doloriano)
Turning Red
Priya/Goth Girl
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caramella120 · 2 years
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This is a Felipa( Felix x Pepa) application post
Please add you fav felipa pics, gifs, edits, fanfics etc....
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00-mm · 2 months
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Family Planning || Felipa
“So…” Pepa took a dramatic pause as she looked up from her book and at her husband. The two of them were sitting in bed, enjoying one another’s company before they went to sleep, a usual nighttime ritual. After brushing their teeth and washing their faces, they watched some television or read side-by-side or something… and then usually ended up talking about 
“... Isabela’s been dating that sheriff for a bit now,” she said, pursing her lips a little and closing her book. Not that this was news, but Pepa had spent a lot of today thinking about it because Sheriff Clayton had come into the Mayor’s Office for something and she’d talked to him a bit and he was so charming. And tall! (Not that that mattered, of course, but she knew Isabela felt like it mattered and she wanted the best for her niece!).
“Do you think it’s serious?”
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@tirameunpaso-felix​
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tirameunpaso-felix · 2 years
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Ámame, quiéreme || Felipa
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Félix would probably say that he was an expert on marriage, if anyone were to ask him. He had been married a very long time now, and at least to his knowledge, his marriage had always been a very happy one. There were certain things to keep in mind you see, in a marriage. And one that Félix always remembered, one that he always kept on the forefront of his mind, was that you never stopped dating your spouse, not even after you married them. Not even after ten years, twenty, fifty!
Hence the plot he had hatched. That he had been hatching, since his birthday. The idea had come to him very suddenly, and he had been rather busy (and it was so hard to find a cumbia band in England, it turned out - especially one that was willing to drive out to Swynlake but ay! Shush! He was getting ahead of himself), so planning had taken a little while, but that was fine. Prom was months away, and by the time June came around, Félix was ready.
His plan began thusly: he went up to Georgina, the woman who happened to be working the front desk at Town Hall that morning, and slipped a floral-patterned envelope across the table. He knew that, right about now, Pepa would be getting ready for her lunch break. The perfect time to strike. Georgina took the envelope, and Félix watched her as she began the way to the Mayor's office. Good, good -- so far, his plan was going perfectly.
Georgina trotted along whilst Félix disappeared, out the door and across the road, scurrying into the park. He knew Pepa. She would not be able to resist such a mystery!
At Pepa's desk, Georgina dropped off the note, her eyebrows arching. "A man left this for you at reception." She said simply, setting it down before she walked away again.
Inside, in Félix's familiar handwriting, was a note: Come outside and find me, mi amor
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liroyalty · 3 days
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I like to call this the Wife Catalog.
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arutai · 15 days
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Felipa Queiroz by Hick Duarte
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touloserrrr · 5 hours
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march-mars · 1 year
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au passage petite pub pour mon pl : https://instormandstrife.forumotion.com/t199-1-1-souvenirs-de-bakelite#979
Sait-il qu’il a une fille ? Sait-il que son premier et vrai amour était enceinte ? La seule certitude est le pincement au cœur quand il reconnaît le bracelet en bakélite qu’elle portait, les boucles d’oreilles en turquoise qui étaient les siennes. Et les deux femmes se ressemblent terriblement. Il la connait par le souvenir.
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caramella120 · 2 years
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Guys have could've told me I've been using the wrong hashtag!!
Y'all really weren't gonna tell me that pepa x Felix shipnane is actually "feliepa" and not "felipa" wich I've been using!?!
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alice-stuffs · 10 months
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something something about jimmy and rowan having met exactly the same way as georgia and pip
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Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my Lover
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oliverrspr · 1 year
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HEAR ME OUT spoiler alert loveless
SUNIL AND JASON DATING. AND I HAVE REASONS.
Sunil's gay right? Jason's sexuality is not mentioned but I feel like they could still have chemistry. I have three reasons:
1. When the main characters are moving in together Jason says that he wants to sleep downstairs and a bit later Sunil mentions they would also like to sleep right next to Jason's room. See where I'm going? Like they would have the whole floor to themselves. And
2. How Jason reacts when he sees Sunil in a skirt. Sunil dresses as Velma in part four. Jason loves Scooby Doo. He may have just been shocked about seeing them dressed like Scooby Doo characters but I think it was also Sunil's skirt.
3. When Pip and Rooney kiss and Rooney leaves, Georgia has to find her and everything, but meanwhile Jason and Sunil are just sitting waiting at the theatre. It also depicts them sharing a bag of popcorn. They were both sitting together.
Bonus reason: Sunil genuinely seems interested when he talks to Jason. I know friends do that, but with everything else, I think they're flirting. If there was a sequel to Loveless then I need to see that. Ooo and it also mentions that they text a lot outside of Shakespeare soc.
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lareinamaria · 1 year
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@felipaed, dover castle, mary's apartments
Mary was weary, travel and events doing their part to exhaust her, but there was little in the world that could bring her as much joy as her children did. As soon as they had been born, they had been a saving grace to her, and she had endeavored to do what she could to show them tenderness, to honor what she had seen in her own mother. Goodness and softness, but strength too.
Granted, there was no denying that her children each had their own troubles, and it would be a lie to say that Mary found no disappoint in that. But she had no heart to see them hurt, and turned her eyes from any indiscretions so long as no one was being hurt.
She sat with a book in her lap, attempting to settle her mind after a long day, when Philip came to her rooms. The news she bore was painful, but it would be best to get it out of the way, and she knew that she would be a better messenger for it than her husband, indulgent as she was with their feelings.
"Come, mi principe, sit with me," she bade him, gesturing him close to her side. "I have missed you both so terribly. Have you been well-treated? We have hardly had time to speak since I arrived. Spare your mother no details."
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Just finished listening to Loveless by Alice Oseman. Loveless was lovely :) Free audiobook linked below.
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thlachesis · 1 year
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Where most of the courtiers were nothing but sons of Dukes, or if you were lucky, some distant relation of the King himself, none stood out more than the son of Spain. He glimmered as if caught by the sun, causing every single person who lingered to turn their necks in order to catch just a glimpse. Héléne, who was no more special than any other, saw him as soon as he entered — for he radiated something magnificent; not that there was any question or riddle why he did. He was the son of Mary Tudor, the usurped true Queen of England, and the King of Spain. Both as Holy and zealous as a good Catholic came. And so in that order, Héléne respected him in the same way she had been when first presented before the rulers of France in her first years at court. 
Though most of the maid of honour’s life was kept behind warped rumours and tattle-tales, most of the rumours that surrounded her were indeed one of truths. She had laid with the King of France as soon as she was able, henceforth sent to a convent where she had one of the many illegitimate children to be educated and taken by someone in the country. By that, she had proved herself a loyal French servant, thereafter installed as part of the de Medici court where she used her womanly vices to twist the knives of her Queen deep into unsuspecting backs. She had been married, that was known to almost anyone, and had been blessed with a son. But, both had died quickly, and so the slate was once again wiped clean to instead present Héléne as a piece upon the chess board. 
So, there was no stage fright when she met the Prince of Spain, for she had been touched by other souls of grandeur — that, and if a match was ever to be made between Spain and France to threaten the heretic English, then someone must scout the land. “Your Majesty,” she gasped, her bow just low enough to deepen the cut of her dress, the black of her eyes flickering up towards him for his audience — a dare then put on the table. “I am Héléne d’Halluin, on behalf of Caterina de Medici.” @felipaed
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