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#Movimiento Original
tatanpp · 9 months
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El viento que me soba la cara me dijo que me calmara y que logre entender, que aún hay tiempo para sanar mis alas y el camino me regala un nuevo amanecer.
Movimiento Original ft. Micro TDH - Amor & Paz
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feeling-mys3lf · 2 months
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baby tú, solo tú, only you✨
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warriorhealer · 5 days
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juan-dreamsk8 · 4 months
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mrosabel · 11 months
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“El amor, que no es más que un episodio en la vida de los hombres, es la historia entera en la vida de las mujeres”.  Mary Shelley
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thresholdbb · 5 months
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¡Alerta roja!
El traductor universal está fuera de línea
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amy-lerma · 3 months
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Just one of my few favorite books I have in my collection!
The Revolt of the Cockroach People, by Oscar Zeta Acosta. This book was printed in 1973.
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chainapost · 1 year
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Fotografía de viaxe. Movimento. Co tempo convertiuse nunha pintura.
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tatanpp · 1 year
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Al paso del tiempo sin dudar voy, manteniendo la esencia inicial, hasta el final.
Movimiento Original - Originala
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dinsdjrn · 10 months
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the devils we keep | j. miller x f!reader
summary: After a messy end to things, you feel the only option left is to leave Jackson. For good. [wc: 1.6k]
a/n: this is part one of a series of standalones; they all follow Joel x same f!reader but at totally different points in their relationship.. they don't have to be read together or in any order.
content warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, ANGST with a side of ANGST, no use of y/n, established (and end of relationship), break up, post-outbreak!Joel, afab!reader, talks about loss and death, lack of communication, morning sex (blink and you'll miss it), graphic depictions of darkness, poorly edited, lmk if I missed anything <3
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They always used to say that if you loved something, set it free, if it loved you back, it will return. Sometimes when you set someone free, they’ll still love you, and they’ll run as far away as they can.
The night offers some release, the darkness that surrounds you also understands you. It wraps its arms around you in a cold and unforgiving embrace, numbing your heart and soul. Momentarily releasing you from the ache that sits in where your chest meets your stomach. You thought that a “sinking heart” was just an expression, you have quickly learned, it’s a symptom.
You were not ignorant to heartbreak and pain, but previously it had come in exchange of survival. You didn’t have time to feel your heartbreak in the moment, you needed to keep moving and survive. The pain had always come later and your desire to survive always took president. So the dull ache in your chest was just a part of your daily routine.
“Movimiento es vida” your best friends voice rang in your head, movement is life. So you moved on from your grief, and moved forward to survive.
So you’ll take this pain, and you’ll push on, find somewhere new and start over.
Jackson had become so comfortable this past year you resided there. In all truthfulness, Joel had become so comfortable and he made it easy to forget a world beyond Jackson. He was someone you connected with so easily; he understood your best parts and forgave your worst.
You weren’t someone who was very good at connecting with others. Ever since you had lost your brother and best friend, you had become closed off. Maria, one of your only friends here, would describe you as a wallflower.
“Stoic and unreadable,” she would joke.
You would always roll your eyes at her. Jackson was safe but for the first few weeks you weren't convinced it was where you wanted to call home.
That was until you met Joel. He was arguably more closed off than you, but his scars matched yours. It was almost ironic how your pain matched his. You connected over the foals at the stables. Well, you and Ellie had connected over Shimmer. Joel came as a part of a package deal.
You had taught her all you could remember about horses and the equine world before the outbreak. It was what began to thaw your frozen heart; teaching Ellie how to ride, tack and untack, groom and even the different feeding protocols for the different horses. She wanted it all, and for the first time in so long you cared to share.
Your connection brought you closer to Joel, and proximity was all you needed to know that your heart matched his perfectly. You had originally planned on being two ships that had passed in the night, but life had other plans. Life with a little help from Tommy and Ellie.
None of that mattered anymore, the fondness that once sat in the memory of Joel had been buried beneath a field of darkness. Your whole life you could never seemed to pick up on when you had overstayed your welcome. Joel made it very clear that you had.
It can as a shock and surprise as you had always found yourselves talking about the future you had together. As you reflected, it was you who always brought up the future, he merely nodded along with you. Recently he had been more distant and cold, but in the moment this was a blind side.
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“I think it’s time we both move on,” Joel said but wouldn’t look you in the eyes.
“What?” you whispered.
“We had a good thing goin’, something comfortable…” he paused, “But we want… no, we need, different things.”
His gaze was on the ground.
“If you’re going sit here and tell me you need a change. And that change is to let go of me… then I want you to look me in the eye as you break what you promised to keep safe,” you seethed.
His gaze met yours, his eyes were cold as the day you had met. Secrets, pain, and distance that you couldn’t tap into were all that you were left with.
He bore into your soul as he ripped it from your body.
“We’re done here. I’m sorry, but I can’t do this. You deserve more than that, but it’s all I can give.”
“Fuck you, Joel. Fuck this and fuck you,” you spat.
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In some other world, you handled things more gently, but you’re certain that world beat and berate you with heartbreak after heartbreak.
So here you are, surrounded by darkness, letting the burning pain in your chest turn to numbness.
You laid in bed for a week, with only the memory of Joel to hold onto.
The way it felt to wake up late with him, when Ellie stayed with a friend and Joel stayed with you.
The way he would kiss the nape of your neck and trace his hands down the curve of your side from the swell of your breast to the top of your thigh. He would pull you in close pushing your ass against himself. Knowing exactly where to put his hands and lips to ignite a fire within you. Then he would move into you slowly, softly fucking you in then morning light. Whispering sweet nothings about how you could live in those moments forever.
All of those stolen touches, kisses, slow mornings and heated midnights. They were all ghosts of loves watermark. They drowned you, plagued your thoughts. You couldn’t escape them in this bed, this house, this city. Joel had infiltrated every corner, nook and cranny of your existence in Jackson, it made it impossible to breathe.
You hadn’t slept much since that night, because at least the darkness veiled the details of Joel the light seemed to amplify. It provided short moments where you could process half of a coherent thought. Those thoughts always brought you to the same place. Washington. You swore you wouldn’t go back after the QZ fell, but it is the only place you know you’ll find safety. Safety and ghosts from your past that wouldn't haunt you leaving you feeling cold and lifeless.
So in the darkness you packed what you would need for a few weeks travel. As the morning sun peeked over the mountains you knew what you had to do.
With your small pack over your shoulder and a backpack of food that would last a week or two if you rationed correctly, you headed up the hill to a house that was all too familiar.
You knocked gently on the door and it had opened a few moments later revealing a man, that you thought would be easy to say goodbye to. You were wrong.
“Tommy,” you whispered.
“Fuck,” he said, “I thought you were Joel.”
“I know you have patrol soon I won’t be long. Just had something I needed from you,”
“What is it?” He asked, dreading what the response might be.
“I need a gun and horse, to get me to Washington,”
“I was worried you might say that,” He raked his hand through his hair.
“I have to go. I can’t stay here any longer. Please Tommy, I can’t take it,” your voice broke as you pleaded.
"C'mon now is there anything I can do to convince you to stay?"
"I can't keep feeling this way Tommy. I've lost so much so quickly and had no choice in whether or not they left. This though? It's almost worse, he chose me and kept choosing me. Until one day he didn't anymore and I still have to face him. To face this town, it's tearing me apart. He chose this, he chose to lose me, and now it is my choice to keep moving, keep living." Tears threatened to break and you could barely speak above a whisper without your voice cracking.
“I understand,” he said putting his hands on your shoulders and pulling you into an unexpected hug.
“Let me get something for you and get you on your way,” he said.
“Thank y-“
“Under one condition,” he said.
“Anything,” you said.
“You find a way to tell me you’ve landed somewhere safe,”
“Promise.”
So you went to the stable to tack your horse, Blues, and secure your cargo. Tommy followed a few minutes later with a shotgun, ammo and hunting blade to get you through to Seattle.
“Thank you, Tommy,” you said offering him a smile.
“Hey, be safe out there, alright?” He pulled you in for one final hug.
“Tommy, uh, one more thing?”
“Shoot,” he said.
You pulled a clip from your hair. It was a tulip hair clip that Joel had found for you. The gold of the metal clip began rusting over at parts and the pink wasn’t as bright as you’re sure it had once been. Joel had found it for you when he learned how much you loved tulips and their sign of new life in the spring. How they came and went before all the other flowers and their was beauty in their brevity.
“Can you give this to Ellie? She won’t wear it it’s way too girly, but I just need her to know I’ll be with her aways,” you placed the clip in Tommy’s palm and he put it in his pocket.
“Go on now, before everyone’s up and tryna stop you,” Tommy nodded toward the door.
You mounted Blues and off you went through the gates of Jackson for what you were sure would be the last time. Not even a glance over your shoulder, if you looked back you’re not sure you would’ve made it past the tree line.
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veinti-4 · 3 months
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kaanbaltlakfics · 9 months
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El peor
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Pareja: Hobie Brown / Pavitr Prabhakar (Spider-Verse Comics)
Descripción: Lo dijo, y muy en serio, con tal de ver qué tan lejos podía llegar el «peor Spider-man».
La expresión de Hobie no se inmutó tras haber escuchado esas cinco palabras. Solo apartó su mirada para dirigirla a las pantallas sin imagen, era como si tardara en procesar lo que había dicho, pero Pavitr sabía que no era eso. Hobie, Spider-punk, podía ser muchas cosas pero no era estúpido, mucho menos lento. Más bien intentaba procesar, descifrar lo que había detrás de ellas y cuando logró hacerlo, regresó la mirada a Pavitr. Él seguía sentado, su expresión por igual intacta después de haber dicho esas cinco palabras. Eso podía cambiar, por supuesto. Todo podía cambiar si Hobie decidía hacer algo, lo que fuera; largarse o acercarse.
Y así lo hizo. Un largo paso con sus largas piernas y estaba justo frente a Pavitr. Un movimiento más hacia delante y estaba inclinado, el rostro de Hobie a meros centímetros del suyo y una mano en un brazo de la silla, acorralándolo. Pavitr abrió la boca para preguntar qué pretendía hacer, moviendo su torso hacia delante con la intención de deshacerse de él, pero otra mano en su pecho lo empujó a su posición original y la respiración de Hobie, los pocos milímetros que había entre sus labios y el arete de su oreja hicieron que se tragara sus palabras apretando la mandíbula. Podría patearlo con un solo pie, hacerlo volar hasta la pared más lejana de la habitación con mucha fuerza, tan sencillo como eso. No quería hacerlo, por razones que iban más allá de no empezar una estúpida pelea, por la misma razón que había abierto la boca para decirle aquello.
Pavitr llevó sus manos hasta los hombros de Hobie en un intento, en una señal, de quitárselo de encima, tratando de ignorar el leve escalofrío que recorría su espalda y el zumbido de su sentido arácnido que le avisaba se apartara de allí, rápido, pronto, aunque no hubiera a donde correr ni a donde voltear. Hobie no retrocedió, en lo absoluto. Por el contrario, lo sentía aún más cerca de su cuerpo, como si lo hubiera atraído más hacia él, como si la física y el concepto de espacio no existieran en realidad. La barba de una semana que se había dejado raspaba su mejilla.
—El peor, ¿hum?
Los labios de Hobie acariciaron el lóbulo de su oreja izquierda demasiado lento, demasiado suave, cuando habló. Su sentido arácnido se hacía más presente con cada diminuta fracción de segundo que pasaba. La mano que estaba en su pecho se deslizó hasta su barbilla para tomarla y mantener su cabeza quieta. Dolor. Los dientes de Hobie se incrustaron en su lóbulo, los sintió incluso a través del metal de su arete. Arqueó la espalda, sus manos apretaron con fuerza los hombros.
—Veremos eso.
Dijo tras soltar el lóbulo. Se enderezó para mirar a Pavitr por lo alto, su expresión aún sin cambiado, y estiró su brazo derecho hacia la izquierda. Pavitr llevó su propia mano al lóbulo que había sido mordido y lo masajeó con sus dedos índice y pulgar. El dolor ya no estaba, solo el calor de la boca de Hobie y la marca de sus dientes permanecían.
Link al fanfic completo &lt;3
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viejospellejos · 3 days
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Esta es la aplicación de doblaje con IA de Pipio para traducir videos conservando el sonido y entonación de la voz original y combinar los movimientos de los labios con el nuevo idioma:
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natural-fangirl · 17 days
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If it ain’t me
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El club huele a alcohol, sudor y cigarros, a secretos pecaminosos y besos que no deberían de ser. Las luces neón parpadean intermitentes en el recinto mientras los cuerpos se mueven a su propio ritmo, como si un agua imaginaria los hiciera danzar como corales. Te extraña, y lo sabe.
El cuerpo de una mujer que le roba el sueño se mueve sensual contra su físico, las curvas son peligrosas, pero se quiere atrever a perderse ahí aunque signifique desbarrancarse al vacío. Aún luego de meses se sigue preguntando porque la eligió a ella, luego encuentra en sus labios el sabor del caos, del desastre, y sabe que tú no tenías ese dejo. Ella no lo ama, y lo sabe.
Sus ojos se alejan de la mujer para escanear la multitud, por alguna razón su corazón late diferente hoy, piensa que le va a dar un ataque o una arritmia. Leon no sabe controlar cada pulso que manda sangre a su cuerpo. Entonces el océano de sus ojos te encuentra, y es como una visión ¿acaso se volvió loco? ¿Juana de Arco tenía esas visiones? ¿Un nuevo virus lo infectó? Porque en ese caso…quiere quedarse enfermo, si esas ilusiones bellísimas existen sólo al borde de la extinción, cuando las Moiras corten el hilo, quizá entonces sea un poco más libre. Se arrepiente, y lo sabe.
I bet we're higher than the people on cloud nine
This connection got me feeling like I've known you my whole life, wow
Even our shadows know each other in the light
Reconoce la canción por ti, por las incontables veces que la bailaste en la sala de su departamento. Cada movimiento era más tentador que el anterior, pero ninguno como los de esa noche. Sus manos sueltan la cadera ajena y se sienten vacías, ansiosas de reconocer tu tacto nuevamente; a tu lado Leon sentía que alguien veía a través de la máscara, quizá eso lo aterró: que alguien lo leyera sin complicaciones, que alguien se colara entre las grietas. La nube nueve era una miseria a tu lado cada vez que despertaba contigo en sus brazos, en cada beso reconocía más de ti. No es mentira que su sombra reconocería la tuya en la luz. Quiere volver, y lo sabe.
Sin pensarlo dos veces deja ir a quien lo robó de ti, aunque más bien, él se dejó hurtar. Se desliza entre la gente, hasta que por instinto sus manos encuentran tus caderas, su nariz se entierra en tu cabello que aún en el infinito suplicio de olores desagradables, el tuyo sigue siendo el aroma perfecto. No huyes, reconocerías esas manos callosas aún en otra vida, ese toque era el paraíso cuando encontraba tus puntos sensibles y cuando prodigó caricias suaves a tu piel. Quiere quedarse, y lo sabe.
Like what if you left me here And I fill the floor with my sequin tears?
I start getting in my brain
Something I do that I can't explain
Wicked love's creepin' up
Te dejó a que llovieran tus lágrimas de lentejuela en el suelo, rompió tu corazón y aún así tu cuerpo no sabe rechazarlo. Sabe que te sientes mal por permitirle volver como si nada, pero él se siente afortunado que aquel cuerpo le siga queriendo. Siente la mirada de su acompañante original clavada en su nuca, no le importa, volvió a su paraíso personal. Es su única oportunidad, y lo sabe.
Sus labios encuentran tu cuello y reparten pequeñas mordidas, así como la punta de su lengua identifica tu pulso y como tu corazón late desbocado, bombeando sangre bajo la piel. Lo deseas, y lo sabe.
So baby, don't you let go (ah, ah-ah)
The thought of you with someone kills me
I'll be dancing with my heart broke
Such a sad disco, if it ain't me And baby, if you ever (ah, ah-ah)
Find another lover, you'll see I'll be dancing with my heart broke
Such a sad disco, if it ain't me So baby, don't you let go
No lo va a dejar ir esta vez, extraña sentirse vulnerable, expuesto y…amado. Un chico intenta acercarse a ti mientras Leon sigue ocupado en tu cuello, disfrutando como frotas tus nalgas contra el tiro de su pantalón. Leon lo nota y una mirada es suficiente para que el otro desista de intentar acercarse a su propiedad. Le perteneces, y lo sabe.
Ya no quiere verte bailar con el corazón roto, no quiere encontrar otro amante que no seas tú, tu esencia en sus sábanas le hace falta, tu olor en la almohada es lo único que lo mantiene cuerdo. Maldito sea el momento en que pensó que era buena idea dejarte ir, maldito sea el momento en que no supo sentirse vulnerable. Te pertenece, y lo sabe.
I got a little devil dancing in my mind
Playing tricks on my imagination, ruining my night, wow
I try to shake it off by looking in your eyes
All the voices in my head keep tryna tell me it's goodbye, uh
“Que le jodan a ese demonio”, piensa con resentimiento contra sí mismo, porque él llevó a ese demonio a tu mente cuando te dejó ahí. No va a dejar que arruine tu noche, está no es la despedida, ya no aguanta no tenerte. Se vuelve loco sin ti, y lo sabe.
Hace que gires en tu eje para que tus ojos encuentren los de él, azules como una tormenta cambiante en el medio del océano. Sin pensarlo dos veces Leon reclama tu boca con desesperación, como un sediento que al fin prueba una gota de agua, no sabía lo fácil que era respirar a tu alrededor. Su lengua explora tu boca de forma ansiosa, queriendo reconocer cada recoveco mientras sus manos estrujan tus nalgas sin vergüenza. Cuando menos se da cuenta los dos están encerrados en un cubículo de los baños, no es el lugar más romántico, pero ya no saben estar sin el otro un segundo más.
Si no eras tú, no podría ser nadie más. Te ama, y lo sabe.
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mrosabel · 7 months
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Ríete y el mundo se ríe contigo, llora, y lloras sola. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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joseandrestabarnia · 5 months
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Bertel Thorvaldsen (1770-1844) Aquiles venda las heridas de Patrocles Tener una cita: diciembre de 1836 como muy pronto - febrero de 1837 como muy tarde
Numero de inventario: A494 Numero de catalogo: A494 Versión / Edición: modelo original Meta: Diámetro 64,7 cm Cultura / Periodo: Europeo > Modernidad (1800 - 1914) Movimiento Artístico / Estilo: neoclasicismo Dueño: Museo Thorvaldsens Modo de adquisición: Legado de Bertel Thorvaldsen Fecha de Adquisición: 24 de marzo de 1844
Información e imagen de la web de la Arte y colecciones de Bertel Thorvaldsen.
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