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brightlight-dazzlingeyes · 9 months

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between the lines | interlude

rúben dias x original female character [+18]

synopsis: isabella is a sports journalist covering the premier league. she has sworn to never get involved with a football player. that is, until she meets a handsome portuguese defender. warnings: incorrect journalism references; timeline of events are not faithful to real life; i have never been to england; mutual pining; romantic comedy; minors dni.

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Interlude

“I think she wants you to sing to her!” Carlos exasperatedly requests me a lullaby. I’m sitting down on the floor in front of my floor length mirror, trying to do something nice with my hair. I'm getting ready for my first day back at work after a short lived summer break. My brother is on facetime, showing me my niece. “I swear, she was saying ‘tía’ a lot. I think she’s asking for the song.”

It’s August and I just got back to England. Getting drunk on Pinot Noir on as many Spanish islands as my money could afford was a goal I gracefully achieved over the break. Okay, maybe ‘gracefully’ is not the best word to describe my alcohol driven antics. But here I am, all pieces glued together, ready for another season.

This time last year I was a rookie in this League and by the end of the season I was having dinner dates with a Prem superstar.

None of that this time, tough. I've grown a year older since my birthday last week, and that means I’m only focusing on my career. For real this time. No more relapses, no more calls in the middle of the night.

So I sing Lucía a song and then I go to work.

“New year, new me, huh?” I point out as Melissa hugs me, she has a new hair color and is rocking a new makeup style.

“Isabella, it’s August.” Mel doesn't share my enthusiasm. “Also, I hate covering pre-season. I always end up making stupid decisions like going blonde or something.”

“What? You didn’t have fun in the US?” I’m still hugging her when I ask.

“Oh, shut up. Your insta stories didn’t help me either, you know?” Mel puts both hands on my shoulders and looks deep into my eyes. “But you had fun, right? You’re feeling good?”

“Yeah, of course. Feeling good. I feel great.” I nod, mostly to myself. “I feel amazing…”

She agrees and continues to walk.

“I swear I wish I had forgotten most of these dudes' names.” She bites her lips looking menacingly into the horizon. I giggle, ashamed.

“I share the feeling.”

At lunch Mel ordered Japanese food and I just stared at the package for a full minute before deciding to eat.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” It’s the fourth or sixth time she said that to me, ever since she noticed something was off a couple months ago.

It was a Japanese restaurant but I almost didn’t notice at first, being too focused on something else. He wore a button up shirt and I felt like dying.

I remember saying something like:

“I don’t really like Portuguese food. Too many eggs. You guys put eggs in everything. Egg on the entrance, egg on the fish, for desert? Egg flavored cake. Francesinha is a sandwich with egg on top of it. That’s not where the egg is supposed to go, Rúben.”

And he laughed, he laughed at every joke I said. At the end of the night my jaw was hurting from how I smiled at him and I wondered if he felt the same.

It’s a double-edge sword, this whole falling in love thing. Even being the one saying goodbye, I still hurt like I was dumped by my first boyfriend at 16 all over again.

At first it was easy, everything can be a distraction if you try hard enough. But with time the thing I was trying so hard to hide became bigger and louder in my mind. The sound of the laughter, the clicking of the cutlery.

The realization that I chose this, standing outside of Wembley with a microphone in hand; over whatever that was.

This is fine, I’m great.

“How are you feeling about this season?” I question a random City fan outside the stadium.

“Good, yeah.” The lad shrugs.

“You guys already won everything, do you think the players-” I start, but he stops me.

“Nah, we didn’t win everything. There’s always more to win. We only got 3 out of 4 last season.” When he says that, I realize that around 20 meters away from me, in the distance, is the Manchester City bus. I walk faster.

The sound of wanting gets drowned out by a crowded pub and suddenly it's easier to breathe again and everything really is fine.

“Rice, rice, baby!” It’s Victor’s voice that gets a genuine laugh out of me. “I fucking love Wembley!”

We’re all meeting at the pub after the Community Shield game and the atmosphere is exactly like the first day back to school, but with a lot more beer involved.

“Please don’t tell me you have money on Arsenal winning the league.” Seb is sitting next to me, pointing his green bottle to Victor.

“I do. Yes, go ahead, laugh all you want.” Victor raises his voice, looking offended. “I’m not even being optimistic, mate, it’s just the plain truth.”

The entire table laughs and we almost can't hear when he continues. “They’re stronger this year, guys, hear me out.”

“You’re right to be confident, but personally I’m not putting money on Mikel.” Mel says.

I bite my tongue when they ask my opinion.

“I’m being a hundred percent professional this year, no betting, no guessing, just straight analyzing.” The table booed me and I raised my hands in the air, in surrender. “Hey, I didn’t even want to be here. I wish I was in Australia right now.”

“Don't remind me!” Mel sighs and lightly slaps me. “We’re literally the only women not covering the World Cup right now.”

“No whining! Come on, let’s toast.” Seb raises his bottle once again, but this time we all follow. “To a busy and long season!”

And we all repeat: “To a busy and long season!”

#ruben dias #between the lines #football fic #football fanfic #ruben dias fic #rúben dias #ruben dias fanfic

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gravedangerahead · 1 year

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Hey there! I'm Rapha (the R is pronounced like an English H). This is my new pinned post.

First things first, these are my pets, Luke, Cisco and Mel:

This is my main blog and it is chaos. I'm not very good about tagging things. I post mainly in English, occasionally post quite a bit in Portuguese, and you might see some reblogs in Spanish or French as well

I talk about whatever my current interests are.

My Bloodlines series/sydrian specific sideblog is @acesydneysage . It only has my own stuff there, so I can have any hope of finding it ever again when I need it.

Some poll tournaments I organized:

Torneio Sexyman Brasil - Encerrado

Masterpost do Torneio Brasileiríssima - pausado

#pinned post #luke #cisco #mel

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super-predictable98 · 3 months

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The Galaxies of Gallifrey

Chapter 2: This is Ace

Word Count: 1,8 k

Warning: SPOILERS FOR THE GIGGLE

2023: Guarujá, Brazil

"Not bad, huh?" The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS and then held his wife's hand as she followed. "Seems like a nice place. Perfect for our very very very belated honeymoon. Do you like it?"

"I love it, Doc," Gallifrey wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly. "I can't believe we are finally getting some peace and quiet... it's like a dream."

"We just gotta keep the TARDIS nearby to translate for us, Portuguese is not one of the languages I speak."

"But I do," she nudged his arm. "My father was Brazilian. I've been here before, that's why I suggested it."

"You have? What other secrets have you been keeping from me?" The Doctor stared at her in disbelief.

"Guess you'll have to find out... if I remember correctly, there was a pizza place with the best pizza in the world, we can order that later. And I need to find the Cafe I used to go to, they have the most divine cake, just a ferry ride away. Oh, look! The bakery and the newsstand are still here, it's been ages!"

"Alright then, for once you're the one leading the expedition," he chuckled as he looked around, taking in the scenery and the delicious smell of the sea.

"How about we have a walk on the beach then? I miss it so much."

"Sounds good, but we need to be careful. I don't want sand in the TARDIS."

"We don't need to go back to the TARDIS so fast... My grandma has a flat right there, we can stay for as long as we want."

"Gal! What else don't I know about my wife? A whole flat? We'll need to bring Mel, Donna, and the family sometime."

The couple held hands and made their way to the seashore. For the first time in their lives, they felt normal, a normal couple enjoying their time together without worries.

"Are you going mad already? Regretting your decision?" Gallifrey asked before picking up a shell off the sand hoping to find a hermit crab inside.

"Not one bit, this is our new adventure. Living one day after the other, having our family, finding jobs, buying a house, having your mother over for dinner, visiting Donna... I never thought that's what I wanted, but I've been fighting all those battles and now I know what for. I've never been so happy in my life," the Doctor smiled, genuinely satisfied with the feeling that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

"Speaking of my mother, we should probably call her soon, she's been worried. I can't imagine her as some fearless, rebel adventurer."

"Your mother was insane, she wasn't scared of anything! Well, almost anything. I often had to tell her to back down, or she would've exploded the universe already."

"That doesn't sound like her at all! I need to see this side of her... I admit I'll miss adventuring, we had some awful times but some really good times as well. We can never forget it, never let these memories die."

"Don't worry about that, I have an exceptional memory, I remember every second with you," he wrapped his arm around her.

"Every second?"

"Every second."

Late 2006: London

Gallifrey Gale McShane woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, her Charitable Earth shirt was soaked and she cried. She sobbed uncontrollably, enough for her head to hurt.

"Mama!"

"Gallifrey!" Dorothy barged into the room and took her daughter in her arms. "Gallifrey, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"It hurts, Mum! It hurts my heart! My chest feels like it's on fire."

"Did you have a nightmare, sweetie?"

"Not really..." she took a deep breath and coughed before being able to talk. "There was a beach in Norway, the Bad Wolf Bay, there was a blonde girl, she was crying. There was the man in a suit, he disappeared. I don't know what I was looking at, but I know it hurt. It was forever."

"Forever? What was forever?"

"Their goodbye."

"Aw, Galli... it was just a dream. You're always dreaming of the man in the suit, he can't hurt you."

"I don't think the man will hurt me, Mama, he wouldn't. But I can't reach him, he's in my dreams and I can't reach him. I feel like I'm meant to be there, I'm not meant to be here!"

"You're meant to be in your dream with the man?" Dorothy chuckled.

"Yeah! He's... he's the answer."

Gallifrey was a very sensitive girl, she had just turned 20 and had plans to start university pretty soon. She wanted to study history and maybe teach or... or end up working in her mother's charity as Dorothy always had planned, no pressure of course.

"Sweetheart, you're half asleep, you're not thinking straight. Just let me get you a new shirt, and you can get some sleep. The man in the suit won't come back."

"That's what I'm scared of. He needs to come back. He can't leave me here."

"Mummy's here, love," Dorothy kissed her forehead. "Now let's get some rest, big day at the charity tomorrow."

Gallifrey switched her shirt and fell back against her pillow. It had been over a year since she started having those dreams. Dreams of other worlds, time travel, aliens... and love.

The next morning Gallifrey was feeling very tired, she wasn't able to rest at all. Not after that dream. She just cried and cried for hours until she practically passed out.

"How are you feeling, Galli?" Dorothy asked.

"Like hell."

"I'm sorry, do you wanna skip the event today? Get some sleep."

"I can't sleep right now. I wanna go, it'll keep me distracted. Just give me ten minutes and I'll be ready."

Gallifrey fixed her hair in a ponytail, she put some makeup on and a dress. It was December so her mother warned her to get a coat.

"Can I borrow that blue one you have?" She asked. "It's the only one that matches this dress."

"Of course, it's in the wardrobe," Dorothy mindlessly said.

The wardrobe looked the same, it had the same clothes as always, but this time... this time Gallifrey's hand didn't find the blue coat, instead it was instantly attracted to the very back where she found a black jacket covered in patches and pins.

"This is so cool," she breathed before putting it on. "Wow, who knew Mum could be cool?"

Having that jacket on felt different, it felt electric. So much energy surging through her and she had no idea why... couldn't possibly be the jacket. Right?

Early 2006: London

"Jesus Christ you scared me!" The Doctor jumped when he entered the TARDIS and saw her standing there. "Wait... where's Rose?"

"Rose? I... I don't know. Where the hell am I? What happened?"

The Doctor analyzed her carefully and suddenly his face lit up.

"I know that jacket... you know Ace!"

"Who?"

"Ace McShane of course."

"I don't know who that is. This is my mother's jacket, you must be mistaken."

"Your mother?"

"My mother, Dorothy McShane from Charitable Earth, you might've heard of her."

"Ooooh yeah, I get it," the Doctor nodded, remembering what happened and how Ace's memory was wiped before she was returned to Earth. "What's your name?"

"I'm Gallifrey," she mumbled. "Wait a second... You're the man in the suit!"

"I suppose I am. Gallifrey?" He chuckled, a big goofy grin on his face. "Guess she didn't completely forget me after all."

"What am I doing here? What is this place?" She started freaking out a bit. "I was just in my mum's bedroom, I blinked and I was here. How did that happen?"

"You're in the TARDIS, time and relative dimension in space. It's my ship, it travels anywhere and to any time you want. Usually I have a companion, but she seems to be lost right now..."

"Is your companion the blonde girl?"

The Doctor nodded, hating the way her voice trembled. The idea that something might've happened to Rose broke his hearts.

"Have you seen her?"

"Yes... in my dream. I- I'm sorry, she's gone. To another world."

"What? When?"

"Last night, December 20th."

"Gallifrey, today is February 5th."

"2006?"

"Yeah, you saw my future and somehow changed my present, but how?"

The Doctor thought for a moment. If there was a way to get Rose back, he would take it, but if their future was a bitter goodbye in which she was forced into another world... did he even want that? Wouldn't it be better to save them the heartache?

"Rose went to another universe? So it's possible her existence was completely erased from this one. Her time with me... it's all a memory."

"Maybe we can find her!" Gallifrey suggested.

"We can try, but the timeline is already fixing itself. It required someone to fill her place and you were just soaked with time travel radiation because of the jacket. So it sent me you, the TARDIS knows you."

"Radiation? Is that dangerous?" Gallifrey looked down at herself terrified.

"No, it's completely harmless. It's just the sort of radiation that accumulates as a result of one traveling in time. Your mother had lots of it and she must've passed it onto you too."

"My mother? She traveled in time?" She laughed, it was such a ridiculous notion. Her mother, the biggest homebody she knew, the most cautious person ever!

"Oh yeah," the Doctor grinned. "With me, when she was younger and went by Ace. We were best friends!"

"Yeah right..."

"Why else would you have the name you have? Do you know what your name means?"

"No, always thought she got it from a fantasy book or something."

"Gallifrey is the name of my home planet, I'm a Time Lord. Unfortunately, I can't show you since I'm all that's left of that planet, but she knew about it. Her memory was wiped but in the back of her brain she remembered."

For some reason, she wanted to believe him. She did believe him. It was like somehow she knew him of old, like they were connected by this invisible string. The man in the suit wouldn't lie to her, she was sure of that just as she was sure he wouldn't hurt her.

"So what now?" Gallifrey asked.

"Now we look for Rose like you said, it's worth a try... I'm the Doctor by the way."

"Doctor, Doctor who?"

"Just Doctor."

"Alright then, Doctor. Let's find Rose!"

"You seem excited already," he teased.

"Well, I finally found the man in the suit I've been looking for in my dreams for a year. This is ace! Let's go, Professor."

"What did you just call me?" His eyes widened.

"Um, I don't know..." her brows furrowed, but she shrugged with a smile. "Wicked."

Tag list: @jozstankovich

#doctor who #doctor who fanfic #tenth doctor #tenth doctor fanfic #fanfic #au #oc #canon x oc #david tennant fanfic

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blue-bird-lamentation · 1 year

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☾ : favourite word from your language

(if no one already asked ❣️)

Hi!

Thank you for the ask. And yes, I did reply it here.

(There i replied in Portuguese but I'm talking a bit about it below, in English, and also expanding a bit more about the words i like, and also related to food, inspired by your reply too ♥️)

In that previous reply i mentioned 'ignomínia', which i found once in a Portuguese movie which was an adaptation of a book from a Portuguese author. I like collecting uncommon words i rarely hear about. The word is used in the sentence "a submissão é uma ignomínia". I'm not quite good at translating but the meaning of the sentence is +/- how it is an affront, or shameful to submit yourself. I think the story was related with a forbidden love between to young teens but i don't remember it well. I chose that but i also love the word 'saudade', which i see being shared a lot of time due to its uniqueness in the Portuguese language, related to the feeling of longuing.

By the way I also love how some food names sound. I love how we say honey ('mel'), strawberry ('morango'), blueberry ('mirtilo'), raspberry ('framboesa'), and i love the combination of words 'bolo de arroz', which is a small cake in which is used rice flour and it's delicious.

#answered ask #i did not exactly translate the previous ask but used what i had previous replied to talk a little more about words i like #thank you for the ask. this ask game was so cool #personal

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audreyhepburninblackandwhite · 2 years

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Audrey Hepburn’s life story featured in the Portuguese publication Album dos Artistas issue number 13 of the 2nd Volume, published in 1957.

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10

ROUGHLY TRANSLATED STORY (Originally published in Portuguese)

Audrey is still living with her mother and it cost them much every month to pay their rent. Although small, she was situated in one of the most elegant districts of London. Their meager income didn't allow them to spend much money on clothes, so Audrey calculated and thought long and hard before making any decision about buying a new dress. Her favorite outfit at that time was tight black pants, a high-necked sweater to hide her bony cleavage, and heeled shoes so as not to show her height.

Elestree Studios photographers and operators confessed that Audrey was the most photogenic of the young stars.

"That girl is a special case," they declared. "There is no angle that is wrong in her figure. All her photographs are magnificent."

"I'm the star at the end of the conversation when separating from Audrey."

"Her wealth of expression, her reactions to the camera, her mobility. her face," enthused director Henry Cass, "Audrey knows how to say everything with her face, wonderful."

Audrey Hepburn and Mel Ferrer in War and Peace (1956)

Audrey Hepburn and Vittorio Gassman in War and Peace (1956)

In War and Peace, Audrey dances twice: one with Vittorio Gassman and one with her own husband, Mel Ferrer. She does so with exquisite grace and also with the lightness of a swan carried by the rhythm of the music. Perhaps the reader does not know that the famous ballerina Marova, her dance teacher, still sighs, unhappily, saying, "She shouldn't have gone into the movies. We lost a great dancer!"

Her ability to work, her bold commitment to improve herself despite her fragile appearance, and her health, which had not been completely restored, immediately aroused the admiration and affection of her companions. Naturally, this affection and devoted admiration that men expressed unconditionally was not shared by women.

The young stars of Elstree and even the well-known and prestigious actresses saw alarm and disgust at the rose growing at their feet and called the publicity created around her exaggerated.

On one occasion in the studios, they gave a party to the staff, which Audrey attended, surrounded as usual by a large contingent of male elements. One of the famous stars present permitted herself to censure Audrey with rudeness:

"I can't understand what some men see in that girl," she said in a derogatory tone. "Thin and smooth as a board and not a hint of sex appeal."

Audrey, athough aware of the jealousy because of her popularity, did not show her displeasure. With her peculiar grace and amiability, she knew how to lead a conversation with such charming spontaneity and the spiteful star had to declare herself defeated.

Audrey was delighted to have met her and to have listened to her talk about her successes on screen in the film that she was acting in, with interest and attention, refraining from saying a word about her own activities as a fledgling actress.

"Really delightful!" commented the star at the end of the conversation when separating from Audrey.

The young woman's short interventions in the films of ABC followed one after the other, without giving her the desired glory. After the productions previously mentioned, Audrey worked on The Secret People, in which the star Valentina Cortese acted.

Audrey carried out in War and Peace a thorny obligation: riding a horse. Even in this, she once again demonstrated the grace and resourcefulness that characterized her attitude.

In 1952, the famous orchestra leader Ray Ventura, hired her for a film.

"We will go to Monte Carlo, on the French Côte d'Azur."

Audrey thus realized one of her main aspirations to work outside England, which allowed her to broaden her field.

Source: NSANTO: Portuguese Magazines

#audrey hepburn #dance #war and peace #mel ferrer #vittorio gassman #1950s #magazines #readings #vintage magazine

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higanbanashizen · 4 months

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ILL PIN THIS so here goes some info

- name's mel, she/her

- i'm always active here, if somehow i vanish its cause of work. (i'm a psychologist and sometimes my brain explode) BUT ill be back!

- shiraishi kageyuki my beloved. another faves are ukyo and saint germain

- i play otomes since dunno 2010, got really obsessed with it when dialovers came out (I can't read japanese tho so I used a translator), shuu is my fave from there. used to be kanato but i dislike yanderes now

- IF you follow this trash can I call my tumblr sometimes you can stumble upon personal posts that may be written in my og language (portuguese)

- i also can read things in spanish but i bet my spanish sucks (i had classes in school but forgot how to write i can read tho)

- i really like to talk about common interests so if you want to talk just @ me!!! woooOoo

aigh thats it ill pin now

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born-to-lose · 3 years

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Once I get this fucking degree and don't need to keep studying for French, I'm asking all of you to teach me your languages

#watch me learning italian dutch finnish portuguese and spanish at once #mel talks

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mydearburkhart · 3 years

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if I was in that '70s show:

basic information

name: Maria Amelia Hamilton da Silva

birthday: Sep 11th, 1961 (17 years old in '78 | virgo)

nicknames: Amy, Ames (mostly by Jackie), princesa, the girl from Brazil, cariño, Melly, and Mel (by her family only)

introduced: season 1

background: Amy was born in Brazil, but came to live in Point Place with her Brazilian mother and American father when she was 14, fleeing the military dictatorship.

appearance

blonde hair and brown eyes.

style

personality

proud feminist, latina and bisexual.

friends

Amy and Jackie became best friends before they met the gang, they are classmates and cheerleaders. They love makeup, fashion and romantic movies.

When Amy found out about Kelso's affair with Laurie, she immediately told her friend and kicked the crap outta the moron. She made sure Jackie never took him back.

She also supported her bff when Jackie and Hyde got together after their Veteran's Day date. Amy threatened to torture him if he hurt her friend.

Amy got along with Donna pretty well, they always liked to talk about feminism. But she was very disappointed with the redhead when she found out Donna knew about Kelso's cheating and never told Jackie.

They were never the same after that, even though Amy were still fond of Donna.

Amy was never a fan of Michael Kelso. Since the day he asked Jackie out on a date, she knew he was trouble. She thinks he can be a nice person, but also a terrible boyfriend and a dumbass.

She broke his nose and gave him a black eye when she found out about his affair with Laurie. She also wrote "don't date kelso" on the city welcome sign.

Foreigners must stick together!

Amy loves Fez dearly. They're the only foreigners in Point Place High, but she has no idea where the hell his homeland is.

When he told her he also liked boys, she wasn't surprised. She even introduced him to a friend of hers.

Amy is always making fun of Eric, but they get along pretty well. Except when he calls Jackie the devil or she says that Leia wants Han, not Luke.

Jackie, Fez, Amy and Eric went to roller disco together. It was awesome!

Amy and Hyde love to talk shit about the government, it's what they do best. She helps him plan his dates with Jackie and threatens to put her foot up his ass if he makes her bestie cry.

When he thought Jackie was cheating on him and was about to make a mistake, she reminded him of every time Jackie showed how much she loved him. And also, of her own threats.

quotes

"you're just jealous because I can burn you in two different languages."

"I seem like a nice person, but I talk shit about you in portuguese."

"why is it called football if you play with your hands? soccer rocks!"

"he said good day!"

"I refuse to call this a hot-dog, this is a dry bun with an undercooked sausage in it."

"at least I know basic geography."

"just because I don't speak spanish, doesn't mean I'm not latina."

"bibibi stands for bisexual bilingual bitch."

"kelso, the next time you try to touch my breasts, will be the last time you have hands!"

"damn jackie, you burned my brigadeiro!"

"I'm just a latin american girl, with no money in the bank or important relatives."

"leo man, you remind me of a brazilian singer, I just don't remember his name."

"this is so much better in portuguese!"

"c'mon fez, they're playing samba."

"god said adam and eve, not adam or eve."

playlist

part 2

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mel-loly · 1 month

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:> Meeeeeeel ☆!!!

QUANTO TEMPO EM!! SAUDADES TUA, MEU VÉIO, QUERIDO DO MEU CORAÇÃO😭💖

#MEU LINDOOOO!!!!!!!#QUE SAUDADEEEEEEEEEEE #TE AMOOO!!!!!!!!🫶🫶💖💖💖💖#swimsuit #my friend <3 #brazilians #sweet asks #asks #i'm mel and this is my blog✌️#my art blog #art #my art #my art <3 #art mel #my art style #mel creator #my oc character #mel talking portuguese #mel loly

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brightlight-dazzlingeyes · 8 months

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between the lines | chapter 06

rúben dias x original female character [+18]

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Chapter 06 - A cold, rainy night in Stoke

Melanie is tapping her feet, her eyes narrowed, looking at me like an eagle searching for prey. We’re at a practically empty café and she’s been like this for a couple of minutes.

“Come on,” She gestures with her hands, urging me to speak up. “go on, dear.”

“I…” Looking at our long forgotten coffees at the table, I swear my hands are as cold as they look. “Can’t you just let go?”

“What? No! I know what I saw, Isabella. And I know you…” For a moment she looks offended, leaning closer to me as she says, “This isn’t about gossip, I’m just worried about you. If you tell me you already talked about it with someone else, I’ll let go.”

I haven't. And she knows. Who else would I talk about something like this? The reason this conversation is happening in the first place is because Mel knows me so well. She knew something was up for a while, but when she witnessed a brief interaction between Rúben and I yesterday, suspicious looks exchanged at inappropriate times and boom: a light bulb appeared on the top of her head. This morning she called me, asking me to meet her here and demanding an explanation.

“He’s the reason you’ve been acting so blue, is he? Tell me what happened.” Mel holds my hands.

“No…” I shake my head. “He 's not. I am. I fucked up…” I take a deep breath before dumping everything at her. “I went on a date with him a few months ago. And another few dates after that.” I pause, my hands shaking. Mel has her mouth open and I mentally thank her for having such a funny shocked face, because that actually makes me laugh and relaxes me a bit. So I continue. “We slept together. A few times… And then one day I just freaked out. I feel so silly saying this now because it’s not like I didn’t knew since day one, but…” Another big breath. “One day I just realized what it would mean to me if people ever found out. What it would mean for my career… So I just… Left. And it’s been so shitty since then.”

She’s holding my hand even tighter now.

“Do you think I’m crazy? Or stupid?” I ask her. I’ve been meaning to ask her that for a while now.

“No,” She shakes her head. “Of course not. And I could never judge you. I’m going through something similar.” I raise my brow as she speaks, now I’m the one with the funny shocked face. “Sebastian wanted us to become official. I said no.”

“What? That 's…” I hold myself back, trying not to say the word.

“Crazy! Right?” Mel winks at me and we giggle, that’s when I notice we both have been tearing up a bit. Damn. “Yeah… No, I get you.”

“Are we both stupid?” My voice is low, almost a whisper.

“Maybe? I never thought this romance thing was worth the hassle, and now I feel like I’m too old to even try.” When she says that, I try to speak up, defend her honor, but she stops me. “And don’t try to school me. You have your own stupid reasons as well.”

We’re quiet for a while after that, gaining enough courage to drink our coffees.

“Imagine what would be like making your life decisions based on what would make you happy, instead of doing what your fucked up mind think is ‘the right thing’.” I joke.

“Right, imagine. Couldn't be me.”

I feel as light as a feather after that. Humming pop songs on the way to work, cooking over complicated meals to dinner and giving up halfway through, ending up eating take out as always, you know, the dream life of a single woman who’s closer to 30 than to 18.

Until I saw him again.

At that same market, and I swear he’s wearing the same shirt. My own fault, I should’ve just stopped coming here.

“You’re staring.” He’s holding a peanut butter bottle and reading the label, doesn't even bother to look at me. It’s just us in the aisle or maybe it's because I can only pay attention to him. “Do you want a picture?” He asks, finally looking up at me. He’s surprise by my state and I notice he holds back a laugh, so I explain my self:

“It 's raining.” I point at where I think the entrance is. I’m completely soaked, came walking all the way from my apartment. Didn’t stop to think I could meet anyone important.

“It’s always raining here, don't you have an umbrella?” He looks angry and it’s my turn to hold back a laugh.

“Nope.” I shake my head.

“You could get sick.” He scolds me, so close to me and I didn’t even notice him approaching. Maybe I walked up to him.

“I’ll be fine, it’s just a minute. I just need this really specific brand of butter.” It’s so hard to get the word out with the way he’s paying attention to me. Big eyes all over my face. “It’s for a recipe.” I whisper, I can feel my cheeks burning. “So, I’m leaving now… Bye.”

He carefully holds my wrist and stops me from walking away.

“Wait, let me give you a ride home.” He repeats my gesture and points at the entrance. “It’s still raining.”

“No, don’t worry. I don’t want to mess up your car.” I run my fingers through my hair as I search for an excuse.

“I don't mind.” His hand is still on my wrist, and I feel his thumb slowly caressing me. I look down wondering if he’s doing it subconsciously. “It 's cool.” Rúben pronounces the last word carefully. “We’re cool, right?”

And that’s when I realize. He’s 100% doing it on purpose. The whole thing. Maybe it’s resentment, maybe he just enjoys taunting me. But it’s clear he’s aware of what he provokes in me. With him being so close, touching me… I’m a flustered mess that he’s enjoying watching.

I don’t have the brains to think this through, or the guts to say no to him ever again. My conversation with Melanie is still fresh in my mind. So I just nodded.

“Okay, sure. Drive me home.”

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@91vhs @kathb59 @kaddi1608

#football fanfic #ruben dias #rúben dias #football fic #ruben dias fic #ruben dias fanfic #oc fanfiction #between the lines

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normal-thoughts-official · 2 years

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Audio description: The song "Eu Tenho Que Ir" by BrisaFlow, a Native Mapuche woman living in Brasil. It is an airy, slightly psychodelic and slow song, sung in a soft voice. The song is in Portuguese. End AD

TLDR of the lyrics for non-portuguese speakers: She sings to a past lover, talking about how they brought her pleasure and lived a free, adventurous story. Now, however, it is time for her to go

Lyrics:

Nada como um dia após o outro

Vamo superando pouco a pouco

Ligeira pra não passar sufoco

Avisa pra eles que vai ter troco

Cê é loco, fi?

Nem o bom, nem o ruim esqueci

Aprendi com tudo o que vivi

Mas com você só me iludi

Quando estávamos no meu barraco

Vi que não era fraco no quatro por quatro

No canto do quarto, no beijo, no tato

Prazer era trato, com você era fato

Os dois criminais, dos jogos vorais

Talentos iguais, dons naturais

Descobre a senha, põe fogo na lenha

Eu peço por mais, eu peço cê faz

Aventuras, travessuras

Só no doce-docin

Flores verdes e o aroma gruda na lingerie

E aí, fi

Falou que eu sou marrenta só porque prossegui

Foi mal, era só isso, agora eu tenho que ir

E a noite cai, saudade trai

O tempo é rei, porque é breve

Passa das três, livrinho, leve

Dou mais um play e a vida segue

E essa lua que me ilumina nua, é a mesma da sua rua

Mas a rua não é sua, sua

Acredito em destino e as vezes até ganho uns presentes do céu

Energia boa que se circula e volta em pote de mel

E eu agradeço

Eu sei do acaso, eu sei do preço e do desejo

De suas mãos em meus cabelos

Aventuras, travessuras

Só no doce-docin

Flores verdes e o aroma gruda na lingerie

E aí, fi

Falou que eu sou marrenta só porque prossegui

Foi mal, era só isso, agora eu tenho que ir

Nada como um dia após o outro

Vamo superando pouco a pouco

Ligeira pra não passar sufoco

Agora eu saquei do seu jogo

Cê é loco, fi?

E se pedir pra silenciar, eu grito mais alto e boto você pra andar

Se me arrastar, te boto pra andar

Te boto pra andar, te boto pra andar

Aventuras, travessuras

Só no doce-docin

Flores verdes e o aroma gruda na lingerie

E aí, fi

Falou que eu sou marrenta só porque prossegui

Foi mal, era só isso, agora eu tenho que ir

E se me arrastar

Foi mal, era só isso, agora eu tenho que ir

E se me arrastar

Foi mal, era só isso, agora eu tenho que ir

E se me arrastar

Te boto pra andar

#ask #aomitois #ask game

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facepalming-since-chernobyl · 3 years

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Brazilian meltie shippers are exactly behaving like blind item website. Whenever an actress is friendly with their co-star or has chemistry with their co-star onscreen,friendly with their producer & director those blind items will start pairing rumors that the said actress is sleeping with their co-star, producer, director. It happened to Melissa too.

By shipping Melissa and Katie together Brazilian SC Fandom has proved that two co-stars can't have a friendly relationship.. Eventhough one is married and another one might have a Bf, but who cares? Since they have chemistry onscreen(according to Sc shippers not mine) they are totally having an affair offscreen.

Blind item has posted about Melissa/ Mehcad, Taylor, Waco co-star) in the past. Congratulations you are exactly behaving like that toxic website who thinks that actress can't have a friendly relationship with their co-star.

Just to be clear, obviously I don't know whole Brazilian sc/meltie/mcgrath happy familly, I just "talked" with some of them and it was a life changing experience *sarcasm* I seriously love how they come with swarms and answers to your English posts in Brazilian Portuguese, even if they know English. Because yeah, communicating through google trans is so communicative and it's not only to mock the OP.

Anyway, I just remembered they were claiming Mel was going to cheat on her husband with Staz, before they started to hate him too. Fun times. And yeah, I remember the Waco dude gossips too. Sigh. They seriously RESPECT their fave actress, huh?

But as i said, I don;t know that fandom so I don;t know that much what they are doing.

#anons #smelties #anti sc fandom #toxicorps

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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K, this is gonna be a mass ask that will make me commit a series of crimes against tumblr if it gets eaten and I'm too lazy to break it down, I still love you all

Lo, that sucks, be aware that I'll both die and kill for you if needed, yes I'm only 5'1, but I can learn how to use knives

Candle pan? me pan too, panic duo?

Mel, I would love to exchange spotifys with you, just tell me how and on it (you might know my real name tho, so only if you're on board with that)

HIII APHRODITE, may I use this to say something? I hate this name's spelling in english, it's a little too much for me and I'll probably end up saying "Afrodite", which is not the greek spelling but its the portuguese one, and I speak portuguese so yeah. Anyway, hi cutie

Sora, hi, you hot, I like you

sock looking great as always

I dont remember how to get emojis on computer but dino anon, not only I like you but I also love you /p (yes, I love people that fast)

I just updated the page, omg you guys talk a lot, ily tho, but I'll stop it here

hiiiiiiii gene, how are you my sexy sexy baby?

- Shiny

(stop shiny idk how but I'm simping for you more. you make me so flustered hottie) (also I'm so jelly you'll know shiny's name, mel /j)

☕

#sweet boy 64 #aphrodite anon #sora anon #bobbyftmydad #🦕 anon #pigeon mail #shiny anon

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lisettefoix · 4 years

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#task005

001. name / age / pronouns

Jo aka Joana you’ve all graduated to knowing my full name congrats.

22 but only for like 6 more days

she/her or they/them gender is complex fam ✌️

002. which character(s) do you play?

rn: isette, arthur, noori, mirey

have played in the past: reha, nic, rhea, ariel, andrés, bastien, anya, like a million versions of lis... maybe more? I’M A MESS

003. nationality / ethnicity / timezone

Portuguese / white / gmt

004. tell us a bit about your ( home / current ) country / city / etc. your pick

it’s been long enough since I talked about #dickcity and a lot of the people here probably weren’t here back then so I would like to introduce you all to #dickcity aka Caldas da Rainha, a small town near the capital of Portugal whose main export is dicks made out of china or sometimes clay.

no really. they have mugs, lil dicks with the football teams colors, dicks with their dicks out, football players with lil pop up dicks (it’s hiden behind the cloth here’s it out), just gigantic dicks (bonus boob mugs), dick dressed as a roman, medieval dick in a dick horse, this thing, ect

i don’t live there i just need people to know.

005. favourite color / fruit / season

blue / raspberries but they’re expensive so i live on strawberries / spring or fall

006. favourite books + writer whose writing style you admire the most

my favorite book is little women and i was supposed to go watch the movie today but a football team was playing and the best cinema here is inside the football stateum #endmysuffering.

I also really like fantasy books and my favorite author of those rn is Brandon Sanderson. also i’m a hoe for graphic novels specially SAGA & Paper Girls.

my favorite author is a pt dude named Gonçalo M. Tavares cause he lowkey writes nonesense type of short stories. idk i love it i rec it but i think he’s stuff is only translated into french.

007. what kinda music do you listen to + any fave bands / musicians

I’m a trash music lisnter and my most lsiten too things are either disney or whatever musical i’m obssesing over that month. my favorite disney movie is the fox and the hound and i know that has no music i just need you guys to know i’m a sad hoe.

side note: watch this video and tell me it’s not mimi/gio/natalia like last year. i dare you.

008. what are you doing for a living / what are you studying?

I’m an art history major finishing that hopefully by next semester and minors are not really a thing here but I’ll be doing 4 semesters of Arabic so I’m saying it’s my minor. also hopefully want to do Ancient Egyptian art in my masters.

009. what’s your dream occupation?

Egyptologist 🥺

010. relationship status

single like a pringle

011. coffee, tea or hot chocolate?

hot chocolate but also all three. my mom says i drink old people coffee tho cause i don’t like expresso.

012. dream holiday destination?

I’m a history hoe so if it has some ruins probably there.

013. the thing you’re most proud about yourself

I honestly don’t care what people think of me and it’s so damn freeing ya’ll. Down side is that I’m really self critising and perfectionist so we get anxiety in this house anyway buT still.

014. tell us a bit about your family!

It’s mostly just me and my mom and we’re very close literally everyone in my closer family is either dead or a huge asshole other than my cousins and one set of uncles so like ✌️

I also have 3 cats and their names are Boneca (Doll) Cinza (Ash) and Mel (Honey) and they cute.

015. how long have you known your closest friend?

13 years goddamn - but we have this inside joke that i say she doesn’t remember me for the first two years we knew each other and her reply is always “I DON’T KNOW WHAT 5TH GRADE WAS”

016. superpower you’d like to have?

stop time. I need a break

017. celebrity you’d like to meet?

I don’t trust celebrities, but also Zendaya.

018. guilty pleasures

fries in McDonald's ice cream. sims videos on youtube. and shitty teenaged shows and movies on netflix.

019. pet peeves

we! hate! slow! walkers! also uni profs thinking dislexia makes you dumb.

020. do you have any hobbies?

procrastinating uni works by watching netflix???? jk. other than roleplaying and reading I like to draw sometimes. I also bullet journal and while that’s technically “useful” I use it to pretend i’m 5 again and color.

021. where would you like to live in the future?

Egypt. I’m trying to get into an american uni there but will my grades be enough to get me in and financial help? we’ll see.

022. tell us a story about a thing that recently happened to you! it can be a funny, scary, sad story, your pick!

my youngest cats favorite game is for me to throw her a hair tie and she plays catch with it and sometimes she just brings it over so we can play. she also washes the hair tie in her water bowl sometimes cause it got like dust or hair on it.

anyways all she wants to do now is play catch and today she dropped the wet hair tie on my homework - it’s not funny it’s just sad.

“funny” one recently I made my arabic teacher laugh by filling in one of our assignments with hungry in arabic where it was to put our name cause it’s spelled something along the lines of “jauana” and I wanted to make a dad joke.

#hshqtask005 #don't open the pictures in public #they really are what they say

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diguerra-moved · 4 years

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Answer twenty-one questions

01. Nickname: Mel 02. Real name: Melissa 03. Zodiac: Scorpio 04. Height: 165cm 05. What time is it: 02:07 am 06. Favourite musicians / groups: Taylor Swift!! Of Monsters and Men!! Imagine Dragons!! I like many other things but I’ll stick to those 3 07. Favourite sports team: Eh, I’m not into sports and I don’t even cheer for my own country during World Cups so... yeah. 08. Other blogs: I have recently made Rey in her own blog @lightsforce but that might not last because I’m afraid of delving in the SW fandom kajsdnfakjnf I am also on the process of making a blog for Anna so I’ll match Ruth and her Elsa but it isn’t nearly done yet so uh stay tuned I’ll probably share the url here at some point. And that’s it c: 09. Do I get asks? Yes, and how fast I reply really depends. Sometimes it’s minutes sometimes it’s a day sometimes it’s literally 3 months rip 10. How many blogs do I follow? I’m following exactly 126 blogs right now. 11. Any tumblr crushes: I have ofc @sunrunnerrs @ladywindrunner @chcngenation @wclfcrown/@wardencrowned @aen-consilium @redeeming-sun and an honorable mention to Ruth who I can’t tag rn. Y’all legends ily 12. Lucky number: 6. I don’t know why? I just always really liked it. 13. What am I wearing right now: Summer pajamas because it’s hot af here 14. Dream vacation: I really hope I can go to Disney again someday, but I have always wanted to visit Japan and Canada too. 15. Dream car: I don’t? Have one? A good car that can comfortably take me to places and that I don’t have to spend too much with is great for me. I’d like it colorful though -- I’m not a fan of black, silver or white cars because they’re boring aksdjfnaskdnf 16. Favourite food: Lasagna. And brigadeiro. Probably. 17. Drink of choice: Hot cocoa. Or cold. Depends. 18. Languages: Portuguese and English are the only two I’m 100% comfortable with. I’m learning Italian, and I’m far from fluent but I’m good with listening and reading --- writing only with a lot of time and dedication, but I can speak a bit too. I’ve begun learning French, but I dropped it because it was too hard aksjdnfkajs I learned Spanish at school, and I can read an write well, but talking and listening I’m a low-intermediate. And I’ve studied Japanese for about 4? Years? I think. From +-13 to 17, which means I haven’t touched it in like 6 years, so I forgot most of it. 19. Instruments: Acoustic guitar, which I’ve recently begun playing. My actual real love is for the violin, but there literally were no teachers in the city I lived and I stopped learning because of it. Now I’ve moved somewhere else, but I have yet to pick it up again. 20. Celebrity crushes: I don’t know akjnfadkjn I don’t think I’m invested enough in any celebrities to say they’re crushes. 21. Random fact: I don’t cry easily with drama movies and such, even when they’re good and touching, but I’m Emotional about cartoons and superhero movies 90% of the time. I cried a lot with HTTYD 3 and Frozen 2 and Infinity War all the 6 times I went to watch it (although a lot of it was because... Gamora. I love Gamora sm she’s my favorite MCU character) you guys have no idea it was ridiculous

Tagged by: @khruseos thank you so much Sae <3 Tagging: I don’t know which of you would really like to do it so! if you do, steal from me and tag me so I can see it!

#* out of character: the mun / JUST YOUR LOCAL ANXIOUS NERD.#the disney logo appeared with the intro song on frozen and I was like #ugly crying #but the first movie means a lot to me in my defense aksdjfnajdsfn #endgame also made me cry #and it's not even just about attachment? because it could be argued all of those were just #because I'm really invested in their universes/movies #but moana made me cry to. and kubo. and spiderverse lol #I don't know why that happens but it happens #meanwhile I'm trying to think about a drama movie I cried watching to and?? I can't remember

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