#pray for the caribbean

[alaymanslife]

…..can summer please come back round! Please

And yes, I’m an arsenal supporter 😏😌

#gooners #arsenal #me #myself #praying for sun #caribbean #uk #jamaica #selfie #jamaican

[just-another-living-ghost]

I talked to my therapist about this back in November but now that it's a new year I'm ready to do better and feel better. In this case, I'll be confronting my mom and also coming out to her. I'll post the aftermath here

#I'm scared out of my mind #actually shaking in my boots #and shes Caribbean #pray for me yall #coming out #parental issues

[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To You

The Naturally Charismatic & Ruggedly Good Handsome Iconic Academy Award Winning Spanish 🇪🇸 Actor Of Spain

Bardem was born on 1 March 1969 in Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, in the Canary Islands, Spain. His mother, Pilar Bardem (1939–2021), was an actress, and his father, José Carlos Encinas Doussinague (1931–1995), was the son of a cattle rancher.

He is a Spanish actor. He won the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor for his performance as assassin Anton Chigurh in the Coen Brothers' western drama film No Country for Old Men (2007). Bardem has been nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actor for playing Reinaldo Arenas in Before Night Falls (2000), a criminal with cancer in Biutiful (2010), and Desi Arnaz in Being the Ricardos (2021).

A son of actress Pilar Bardem, he first became known for such Spanish films as Jamón jamón (1992), Boca a boca (1995), Carne trémula (1997), Los lunes al sol (2002), and Mar adentro (2004). He has since starred in Woody Allen's romantic drama Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008), Sam Mendes's James Bond spy film Skyfall (2012), Terrence Malick's drama To the Wonder (2013), Darren Aronofsky's horror film mother! (2017), Asghar Farhadi's mystery drama Everybody Knows (2018), Denis Villeneuve's science fiction film Dune (2021), and Disney's live-action remake The Little Mermaid (2023).

Bardem has been married to actress Penélope Cruz since 2010. In January 2018, Bardem became the ambassador of Greenpeace for the protection of Antarctica.

PLEASE WISH THIS ICONIC & NOW LEGENDARY WELL KNOWN & DISTINGUISHED SPANISH ACTOR SINCE ANTONIO BANDERAS, A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊

YOU KNOW HIM & SO DO ALL THE LADIES. SETTLE DOWN LADIES, HE'S SPOKEN FOR 😆

HIS MOVIES ARE NOW VERY WELL KNOWN & WELL AS HIS ICONIC ROLES

& HE HAS SUCH A WAY WITH WORDS WITH THAT ACCENT OF HIS.

THE 1 & ONLY

MR. JAVIER ÁNGEL ENCINAS BARDEM 🇪🇸

HAPPY 55TH BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 TO YOU MR. BARDEM🇪🇸 & HERE'S TO MANY MORE YEARS TO COME

#JavierBardem #NoCountryForOldMen #EatPrayLove #SkyFall #PiratesOfTheCarribeanDeadMenTellNoTales #Dune #LyleLyleCrocodile #TheLittleMermaid #DunePartII

#Javier Bardem #No Country for Old Men #Eat Pray Love #Sky Fall #Pirates Of the Caribbean Dead Men Tell No Tales #Dune #Lyle Lyle Crocodile #The Little Mermaid #Dune Part II #Spotify

[highvern]

First draft of heart of the sea 14k and i haven't even gotten the details for two chapters done 😶‍🌫️ BUT teach me part III is almost done and I'll try to have it up by Wednesday

#pray for me #I've never researched so much about pirates and i went through a pirates of the Caribbean phase in middle school

[oneblckcoffee]

Carmy Berzatto, if you read this, please DM me!! I would like to connect you to a prayer line! It is a phone number where anywhere from 4 to 13 menopausal, Afro-Caribbean, Pentecostal women from the church I grew up going to will pray with you and FOR YOU on the phone for however long you need. You just dial in. You don’t even have to speak! There is NO pressure. Let them pray for you! Carmy, DM me! Please!!! Let these women lay spiritual hands on you! Contact me ASAP!!!

#YES im using ayo’s beau is afraid film review on letterboxd as a copy pasta it’s fucking hilarious i love her so much #the bear fx #the bear #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #copypasta #ayo edibiri #jeremy allen white

[cryptotheism]

Hey, OP. Saw your post where you said you he'd the opinion that "it is not possible to be Christian and do magic at the same time, but that has never really stopped Christians." What do you think of the role spiritism has for catholics in Latinoamerica? The church recently beatified(?) a Venezuelan doctor (Dr. Jose Gregorio Hernandez) whose first emergence was... I don't know how else to call it other than "spirity". People would pray to him to cure people, it 'worked' at some point, and the Vatican decided to uh recognize it I guess. Now he's part of the League of Soon-To-Be-Saints, but he still gets called upon by, say, Maria Lionzists in Sorte (I don't know the English word for this, but it's believers of Maria Lionza, one of the biggest spiritual religious movements in the caribbean).

My Point is that's not really a new thing for Christianity. The closer you look at Christian history, you see that it's always been this perpetual negotiation with the concept of magic. For the Catholics, it's ultimately up to the church to decide what gets incorporated and what gets condemned.

Hell, look at the early Christians. Some of the oldest Christian rituals are basically just Roman pagan rites reinterpreted via Jewish apocalypticism. I would even argue that Christianity's ability to incorporate wacky magical/charismatic practices is one of its major strengths as a religion.

[its-to-the-death]

Villain Song Showdown Preliminary Round #21

Top two will make it into the bracket

Songs below the cut

Great at Crime - Villain: DC Bell and The Banzai Blasters

Davy Jones' theme - Villain: Davy Jones

I Hate Santa Claus - Villain: Stormella

In a Moment's Time - Villain: The Skull Heart

Drift - Villain: Happy Chaos

PRAYER - Villain: Pray Mayer

The Neva Flows - Villain: Gleb Vanagov

Still - Villain: Gleb Vaganov

Still/The Neva Flows Reprise - Villain: Gleb Vaganov

#villain song showdown #preliminary round #epithet erased #pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the caribbean dead man's chest #rudolph the red nosed reindeer #rudolph the red nosed reindeer 1998 #skullgirls #guilty gear #guilty gear strive #knight run #anastasia #anastasia musical #tournament poll

[best-overplayed-song]

fun facts

"Californication" is about the dark underbelly of Hollywood and how it destroys just as fast as it creates. the lyrics mention Kurt Cobain, silver-screen actors, plastic surgery, the murder of actress and playmate Dorothy Stratten, and teen pregnancy

"Santeria" tells the story of a man considering Santeria to get revenge on his unfaithful girlfriend and her lover. Santeria is a Caribbean religion similar to Haitian vodou. despite racist depiction in media, both practices focus on praying to and communicating with spirits/deities for help, protection, and guidance

#best overplayed song bracket #tumblr bracket #tournament poll #red hot chili peppers #sublime

[mrswolffs-blog]

Fernando Alonso x Black!Caribbean!Reader

Today was a day that Fernando was the most pissed. Why you may ask? This morning he woke up to find his wife doubled over in the kitchen by the stove, in pain as she had just went into labor. He was really excited to as he called his boss to have the reserve driver fill in for him as he wanted to stay home with his wife- they planned to do a home birth. Long story short, the so called reserve driver was all the way in Mexico, on vacation while the race was supposed to take place in an hour, in Jeddah as it was the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. How was he gonna break this news to his wife? No idea.

Walking back into the bedroom where his wife was currently recovering from a small contraction, Y/n held her arms out in which Fernando pulled her into a comforting hug while rubbing her back, he sighed. "Mi amor, I'm gonna have to go in for work because the reserve driver is out of reach." he spoke into her hair softly. Y/n knew that something like this would have happened, so she had already weighed her options. Due to how soft and far apart her contractions were, she knew that she'd be able to survive until at least the last few minutes of the race if not the entirety.

"Help me get dressed, please?" Y/n asked her husband who looked at her in confusion. "why do you wanna get dressed? you should be getting in the tub" Fernando asked as his wife slowly got up with his help moving towards the closet. "I'm coming with you." she said and Fernando immediately became even more angry. "No, I won't have you leave the house in this condition. If so be the case, then I just won't go to work today!" he said in frustration at the fact that he knew he was fighting a losing battle with his was who was already dressed and was sliding into her slippers. "I will be able to survive until the end of the race then we'll leave." Y/n explained as she dragged her stubborn husband out of the house and into the car.

The whole drive, Fernando complained that she should allow him to drop her off at his mother's hotel so that she would at least have someone with her incase of any emergencies, yet Y/n countered by saying that there were medical assistance on track so she would be fine in the garage. Upon arrival, Fernando did not allow his wife to walk as he lifted her out of the car, carrying her in his arms through the paddock. Paparazzi got footage of this act and it immediately spread like wildfire as fans were also capturing the moment with their devices.

Fernando made his way to the garage, setting his wife down in a cushioned chair, elevating her legs as his tea principal, Lawrence Stroll, continuously apologised for the unpreparedness. "Just so you know, immediately after the race, I'll be leaving; the fine that will be issue to my name should be paid by you!" Fernando ordered to which the man accepted.

Throughout the whole race, Y/n prayed through contraction, begging God to wait until after her husband's race was finished so that he would be able to witness the birth of their first child. With every contraction and weird feeling in her cervix, tears pooled into her eyes as she tried to find some way to make her baby stay inside of her for a little longer.

The race has finally come to an end and Fernando immediately made his way out of the car, marching with heavy steps towards the garage to retrieve his wife, when a male journalist blocked his path. "Hi Fernando, I must say you drove exceptionally well today on the track, however I would like to ask just one quick question. Earlier, you seemed to be in a hurry from being late to work while carry your wife. May I ask what's wrong?" The journalist asked, obviously not paying attention to the stone cold look that stamped itself to Fernando's face.

Taking a deep breath and refraining from pushing the man in front of him he answered "What's wrong is the fact that I had to come into work while my wife is in labor and now you're blocking my fucking way from getting her back home where my child can be safely delivered in a clean environment!!!" Fernando barked at the man who jumped out of the way, scared for his life as Fernando stomped pass him and into the Aston Martin garage. There he found his wife whimpering in pain and holding onto Lawrence hand for dear life.

Fernando shotted his boss a look before lifting his wife back through the garage to the car as he ran around to the diver's side, speeding off to his house. Quickly getting out and opening the front door, Fernando came back to lift his wife into the house. "Oh my God, I feel like I'm stretching more. It hurts" Y/n cried to her husband as he paced her into the pool in their bedroom, warm water filling it at the same time. "I know querida, you'll pull through it. Can you tell me where you you feel him?" he asked as he applied pressure to her lower back. "I feel him coming down through my canal. He's right at the opening!!" Y/n wailed as she squeezed her partner's hand while bearing down and pushing.

Fernando had been very strong throughout the process of his wife giving birth, yet the moment his son fell into his hands under the water and came up with a healthy cry, the tears started to run like a waterfall. Sobs broke out as he held his very first child to his chest, still in disbelief that he actually made a baby. Y/n's crying had calmed as she leaned into her husband's side, she said. "I guess he just wanted to scare us,he actually waited" as she brushed over his amniotic fluid covered hair. "Well, at least we know that he'll listen whenever we speak." Fernando responded making them laugh. The couple spent the rest of their evening glowing in joy as they dotted on their new addition, with Fernando being grateful for finally having the one thing he wished for.

#fernando alonso #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso x y/n #fernando alonso x oc #fernando alonso fluff

[partyanimal167]

Dance with Me- Miguel x F!Reader

This total blurb got thrown together because I saw this beautiful art by @satoshiiarts (girl the way you drew him. the way i'd fold) and I needed to write something to calm this cat down so~

CW: fem reader, implied slight age gap, author knows some Spanish, hot fluff, afro Caribbean reader in mind

(A/N: before y'all get on my throat, I know bachata isn't Mexican, but New York irl is diverse so just follow me here and see the vision)

You somehow let your friend convince you to go out even though you worked the dinner shift. She made a good point saying that by the time you'd be off and arrived the clubs would be at it's peak vibes. You really just wanted to lay down and have a drink, but it had been awhile and even though you weren't going to a fete it would still be nice to let loose.

So you threw on that outfit that had been sitting in the back of your closet, grabbed your black mesh boots, took a shot for courage, and headed out.

There was a reggaeton-dancehall mash up when you and your friends arrived, and it immediately helped you relax. Your group found a spot to peek around--trying to decide on getting a drink or jumping on the floor. Drinks won, and first round was on you. Thankfully, the bar wasn't super crowded (no college kids), so it wasn't hard to get there. You two-stepped your way through, but accidentally bumped into someone who was reaching for their Modelo.

You gasped and placed your hand on the person's arm. "I'm so sorry! You didn't spill your drink, did you?" You absolutely hated when that happened--drunk people that needed to go home, but you were just a little clumsy tonight.

"Oh no need to worry."

Holy fuck. Holy fuck! Your brain short-circuited. You had to take a moment to breath, and prayed to God your eyes weren't bulging out of your head. The man was taller than you and gave you a soft smile despite the hard features. His cheeks were sharp. His eyes burned red. The gold of his earrings and necklace beamed when the club lights caught on it. The few gray hairs made your brain flash to dangerous places. The black dress shirt was filled, and you were so tempted to just steal a glance at whatever piece of chest you could get.

Say something! You giggled stupidly as your face was warming up, and you quickly turned to the bar hoping to have not looked like an idiot.

You shouted your order over the music to the bartender before patting your pants for your card. An arm reached passed you and placed a bill on the counter. "Here you go," the bartender took the money and went working on the drinks.

You tensed for a moment before turning and looking up at the man. Now he was grinning. "Uh, thank you so much." you smiled.

The man shrugged. "Here's your change, Miguel."

"No lo necesito." the man replied. You weren't sure what to say so you gave him your name. "Miguel, nice to meet you. Hanging out with your friends?"

Drinks starting getting placed in front of you. You nodded as you glanced at your friends who seemed to start feeling the music. "Yeah it's girls night."

The man raised his beer and winked. "Well have fun tonight, then chiquita." and he walked away.

Why is he leaving! You squeaked internally before grabbing the drinks ready to point out the man to your friends and get the night going.

...

You were feeling loose and happy. The night had taken a turn and the bachata mixes were starting up. Your friends were quick to partner up and get to stepping and swaying. You all moved throughout the floor, twirling before finding yourselves with a new partner and rhythm. It had taken you awhile to get to the point where you'd be okay dancing in public, but it had been in your blood and soon you embraced it. Most people kept it fun and light-hearted which was always nice.

You had found yourself alone for a moment and just as you were about to dance your way back to your seat, you felt a confident pull of your hips which had you leaning against someone's chest and a hand holding yours. They took the lead easily, and you took in how smoothly they stepped before spinning you and pulling your in close.

It took everything in you not to fumble your steps, but maybe the man noticed your bit of surprise and chuckle. "Is it okay if we dance?"

"Yes," you squeaked out.

Miguel grinned as he continued to move you around the floor. "Sorry, if I came across too forward. You just looked so good dancing. I wanted a turn." God, this man needed to stop talking. You were going to freeze up any moment if he kept going on with that voice of his. "I hope I'm a good enough partner for you bebita."

You laughed nervously and shook your head. "Oh more than adequate. I'm sure everyone wishes to switch places with me."

"Hmm, maybe the other way around. We probably look good out here."

"You certainly do." you replied with out thinking. "Oh wait, I-,"

"You flatter me." was all he said though you could tell he didn't necessarily disagree.

Soon enough, you got over your bit of nerves and continued dancing with the man. Though you would normally only dance with someone for a song or two, it quickly became three or four with Miguel. He was probably dancing just as long as you, and you were starting to get a little winded though you wouldn't let him escape again.

"Ah me olvidé, it's girl's night. Let me get you back to your friends, hermosa." the man paused by the wall and let go of your hands.

Not yet! You waved your hands. "I'm sure they're fine...unless you have someone you need to get back to then no worries!" you tripped over your words.

Miguel huffed a laugh and scratched the back of his head. "Eh not really. I came with my brother, but who knows where he is?" you both turned hearing your name called, and you saw your friends waving and whistling you on. Your face flared up. I'm going to kill them! The man could probably tell what was going on and smiled. "Hehe, go have fun tonight bebita and get home safe." he handed you a card before bringing the back of your hand to his lips and placing a kiss. "We'll dance again some other time."

Watching him walk away was only a little painful considering the view, but you silently cheered before going back to your girls to gush over the last hour.

You guessed it did pay to leave the house every now and then.

I actually wanna go dancing now that's crazy! But there's no Miguel for me to run into 😭😭😭😭

Thanks for reading!

border by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

#atsv #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #silverfox miguel #spiderman 2099 #blurb #kinda lol #night club #dancing #bachata #fem reader #fic inspired by art #mine #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fanfiction #fluff #Spotify

[larryfanfiction]

Historical Girl Direction

🎀 The Sweet Yoke by little_obelia @littleobelia (1k, T)

Harry prays to Mother Mary, Undoer of Knots, to send a healer to attend to the Order's ailing hens. Mother Superior consults the blessed yellow pages and finds Tomlinson, L., a local veterinarian.

🎀 Oh Valley Girl by LadyLondonderry @londonfoginacup (3k, G)

Out past the rolling hills and the churning sea sits a little fishing village, nestled in a valley where its residents are protected from the elements, as well as from the outside world as a whole. Harry lives in this little fishing village, and she loves nothing more than feeling the earth beneath her and seeing the sky above her and sometimes dreaming of adventure. Then one day a ship arrives.

🎀 Too Great a Temptation by QuickedWeen @becomeawendybird (5k, G)

Harry and Louis attend a fancy dress ball.

🎀 In a Little Bit of Trouble by QuickedWeen @becomeawendybird (5k, T)

Agent Louis Tomlinson is in hot water and finds help in the most unlikely of places: the sweet waitress at her local automat.

🎀 Hoist the Colours High by Kerasines @justlarried (5k, M)

They’re facing each other, closer now, so close, cut off from the world completely, or at least it feels that way. The blanket cages them in, blocks out the moonlight, dulls the sound of the wind, the sea, and the birds coming from outside. The air is hot and musky, but she thinks she could stay under this blanket forever. It’s their own little universe, in here, shared breath and shared heat and shared time. Or: A Girl Direction Pirates of the Caribbean AU featuring Harry as Will Turner, Louis as Elizabeth Swann, swords, and my obsession with girls in men's period clothing.

🎀 Only You (Blue Always Stays True) by BeautifulWisdom @justanotherghostblr (11k, M)

Regency AU. Lady Harriet falls for her sister's best friend the elusive Alpha Lady Louise who couldn't possibly return her tender feelings. Or could she?

🎀 Withdrawal Was the Weeping by QuickedWeen @becomeawendybird (11k, E)

Confined by life and society, Harry spends her Sunday afternoons walking aimlessly about the countryside as it's her only source of freedom. One Sunday she is aided by the most beautiful woman she has ever met, but not everything is as it seems. Was it a trick of the light? Was it Harry's own active imagination? There is nothing to do but try to find her again.

🎀 Harriet and Louise by Blaaake @newleafover (29k, E)

There’s nothing Harriet can do to alter the world, but she can make Louise laugh. A regency-era girl direction AU

🎀 The Changer and the Changed by homosociallyyours @homosociallyyours (59k, M)

It’s the spring of 1977 and Harry Styles has just moved to New York City after graduating college. She knows she’s a lesbian. She just needs to figure out how to meet other lesbians. Louis Tomlinson works at a popular women’s bookstore in the Lower East Side, Womon’s Direction, where she spends her days reading feminist literature, writing poetry, exchanging friendly barbs with her boss Niall, and dreaming of finding someone to love. When Harry and Louis meet, their connection is instantaneous. Slowly but surely, Louis welcomes Harry into her community of women. Stonewall veteran and old school butch Niall; Liam, a land dyke who’s moved to the city for love; and Zayn, a lesbian musician who’s been ostracized by a vocal part of women’s community for being trans, welcome Harry with open arms, ready to help her find her place in New York City’s bustling lesbian scene. It’s a time of growth for everyone involved.

🎀 into the great wide open by mixedfandomfics @ficshl (69k, T)

It only took a week or so for Harry to truly get into the routine of life on the road. They woke before dawn each morning, ate a small meal, packed up the tent and rounded up the livestock, all before setting out. On a good day, they could make it twenty miles. There hadn’t been many bad ones, but Louis confessed that on a previous trip there had been a solid week where they hadn’t made it more than five miles a day. Soon, Louis promised, animals would start going lame, and wheels would start breaking, and people would start going hungry. The beginning was the easiest, and the end was doable only because the hope of finishing the trek fueled everyone. It was the middle bit, with the tedious marching hundreds of miles from any settlement, that people succumbed to the journey.

🎀 Among Lavender Fields by homosociallyyours @homosociallyyours (70k, E)

At twenty-one, Louis Tomlinson is more than ready to shed the girl next door image that's been with her since her entry into film in her childhood, but with a mother and father steeped in Hollywood tradition it's felt impossible. Meanwhile, Harry Styles is a young, struggling musician new to London, friendless yet eager for the next phase of her life to begin. When French director Marie Coutard casts the two of them in her film, it's a chance for both to break away from the people they've been. Together, they struggle through an acting process that's new and unfamiliar for both of them, learning more than they could've imagined about themselves along the way. As they spend long days picking lavender and long nights sharing the things they've never been able to tell anyone else, their love blooms. Will the flower fade, or will the love they make among lavender fields be one they carry with them to the end?

#larry fanfiction #historical #girl direction #genderswapao3 #ma

[bingoboingobongo]

141 reacting to their s/o getting out of danger like Jack Sparrow. All flailing arms and convoluted escape plans that just seem to work. I watched Pirates recently and I thought it'd be funny.

task force 141 + jack sparrow!reader

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: none

A/N: i realize now that we have completely given up on the holiday theme but oh well christmas passed anyways

simon "ghost" riley:

alright so the first time ghost was assigned to work with you he wasn't really sure what to expect

of course he had heard whispers around base about you're um.. out of the box approach to escapes and he wasn't exactly sure how to feel about it

part of him was assuming (and low-key praying) that they were nothing more than rumors that way he wouldn't have an extra thing to worry about and part of him kind of wanted it to be true because he was curious about how it would play out

that being said he's honestly just hoping you don't get into a situation where you have to pull out one of your infamous jack sparrow-esque plans

because of course that would mean that something has gone horribly wrong

that being said it is the military and so of course something goes terribly wrong

somehow you manage to get separated from the group and taken by enemy forces

which means that now ghost has to go rescue you

however you can imagine his surprise when he's on the way to sneak into the base and hears what can only be described as pure chaos going on

there's like twenty different fires going on and a lot of gunfire in what should have been a peaceful base

and in the midst of it all is you sprinting towards him, an insane but also vaguely panicked grin on your face as you flail your arms at him in an attempt to signal for him to run the other way

you manage to hotwire a car and drive out of there and meanwhile ghost is sitting in the passenger side super confused about what happened

once you're safe you explain to him what happened

along with your escape plan which you think is twenty layers of genius and he thinks is way too complicated and easily could have been cut down to like three steps

that being said it obviously worked and after that point ghost wasn't too worried about your little self-contained movie escape plans

he trusts that you'll figure out a way to escape safely and as long as the mission isn't affected he's fine

john "soap" mactavish:

alright so i can see soap as being a big fan of pirates of the caribbean so obviously he's gonna be a big fan of your whacky plans

it doesn't take him long to figure out the connection and when he does he definitely uses it to give you a new nickname

like sparrow or smthing like that (idk man i haven't watched the films)

that being said he's only ever heard about your methods through stories

either from you or from others

which is why when the two of you are stuck in an enemy base together he can't help but be more excited than scared

i wouldn't be surprised if he already has a plan of his own ready to fall back on in an emergency

but he definitely wouldn't say anything so he can be a part of your misadventures

and he's absolutely shaking with excitement as you explain it to him

obviously when it gets down to it not much goes to plan and it ends up being mostly panicked improv

but that's honestly fine with him and he thinks it's more fun that way anyways

afterwards he won't stop raving about it and how fun it was too

even if he sustained more than a few injuries because of it

kyle "gaz" garrick:

alright so honestly kyle doesn't know how to feel about your escape plan antics

on one hand the military side of him is saying "no do things as simple as possible" but also he loves hearing the sound of your voice, especially when it's filled with so much passion and excitement like it is when you tell him your escape stories

the thing is your escapes usually end up with you in the infirmary for quite a while when you return and he's not so much of a fan of that

but he is a fan of spending the day talking and laughing with you as you wait to be released

so yeah it's a pretty mixed bag of emotions

ig in the end he's happy that your plans make you happy, but he wouldn't ever partake in one

and it's no offense to you or anything but he just doesn't want to take the unnecessary risk

that being said he admires the way you manage to get yourself out of even the stickiest of scenarios through your little schemes

and one of the things he loves about you is your smarts

even if you utilize them in questionable ways

john price:

alright so im sorry but price definitely despises your little escapades

i mean mans is old he has had enough of this in his younger years

also he's a military captain so his job is to take care of his soldiers

so seeing you pull out your little plans with all their extra side quests and questionable steps makes his poor old man heart beat a little too fast for his liking

i mean honestly his top priority is your safety

and so he isn't necessarily the biggest fan of you taking unnecessary risks

also everytime you do it you pretty much give him a mini heart attack

he'll always try and get you to reconsider a simpler plan even though he knows you'll most likely stick with your original one

but what can i say he needs to do his due diligence

he's always praying that you make it out safe though

also if you're ever in a situation where you're stuck with him and need to escape just know that he absolutely will not allow you to pull up with some crazy convoluted plan

alejandro vargas:

alright so alejandro is sorta a mix of ghost and price

like on one hand he is a leader and he needs to reduce risk which isn't usually the same goal as your plans

but on the other hand he's been working with you long enough to know that you can usually handle yourself

usually he'll try and advise you to go with the simplest route possible

but he also won't go out of his way to convince you to do things his way either

he knows what you're capable of and as long as you walk him through your plan whenever possible he trusts that you can pull it off

he's usually there to make sure nothing goes to awry though

and if things do start to get hairy he's quick to intervene and make sure you're safe and sound

because like price safety is the biggest thing that he worries about with your plans

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

alright so honestly rudy loves your plans

like he treats you like you're some legend and he'll have you tell him all about the adventures you've gone on while trying to escape

and he's also your biggest supporter because he'll go around telling your stories to everyone else

remember those whispers ghost heard about you?

yeah those came from rudy

(also ignore the logistics of that obviously it would be weird bc you'd be with rudy and ghost but maybe it's not weird for you idk man)

all that matters is that rudy is there for you and he will sing your praises

that being said if he's watching you enact a plan in real time he can get sorta stressed

it's sorta like watching a car crash but not in a horrific sorta way

it's like watching you and not doing anything is stressing him out big time but also he's so curious to see how it plays out he won't move unless you're like about to die

okay maybe the car crash metaphor doesn't make sense idk

but basically you're sorta like a legend to rudy

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[omgsuperstarg]

My Knight in a Shining Ferrari Racesuit-Lewis Hamilton x Caribbean Black! Reader

The author's note-This is my response to the bombshell that occurred last week. Sir Lewis flipped the table, SET IT ON FIRE AND THREW IT IN THE DUMPSTER. Legendary moves yet again.

The bombshell decision heard round the world, the landscape to all who knew it will forever be altered. Lewis Hamilton is parting ways with the team he aided in building and carried on his back for over a decade. You knew that this decision hurt him, especially for the team and fans who love and look up to him.

As you scroll through the internet and its various sites reporting on the news, you can definitely say he broke the internet. You slowly step outside to the porch of the temporary dwelling you're both retiring in as your mind drifts off and the memories begin to play like a home movie. Your time with him has been a short one since you fell in love and became a couple in the golden age of his career and you couldn't help but worry for his mental health. The last few years at Mercedes haven't been kind but, he stuck out knowing his team could've pulled through this time, he just couldn't make it.

You suddenly smell his scent as you can feel his tattooed arms wrapped around your frame. Your orbs slowly opened and you whispered

"How are you feeling lewis" you inquired.

"As well as I can be. I spoke with Toto he understood but I can see that he's a bit heartbroken along with everyone back at Brackley," he responds solemnly.

"I don't blame them. Their golden boy and son is leaving the nest. Moving on to greener pastures and I can't help but be scared for you'', you respond concerned.

"You have nothing to be scared of darling. ill be fine,'' he speaks determinedly.

How do you know that, You're going into a completely different ballgame here. Learning everything from scratch as well as earning your favor with the Tifosi whose loyalty to the team and Charles runs deep. I dont want you to be spinning Top in Mud'', you express finally turning your gaze to your love.

"I want you to get that 8th title you've been fighting for and end this career ON A HIGH and enjoy this sport for a little while longer because we all know it's only a matter of time...........", your voice trails off after that.

"I know that you're scared, but I have a lot of strength and can do this . All I want to do know is try to get through this season the best way we can and have one last hurrah before departing and beginning a whole new chapter. Besides, we can visit the factory ever so often as well as Toto & Susie, who always have space for us to visit them." He says hopeful.

"Alright, I can't say no to my Knight in a Mercedes Racesuit, soon to be Ferrari. Now common, I have your fave vegan cupcakes to cheer you up and a new toy for Roscoe.", in which the mini icon pet comes racing in to join you two on the balcony.

This may be a continental shift,but you prayed that the future is somewhat kind to the little life you've developed with him.

#lewis hamilton x black reader #f1 #mercedes amg f1 #f1 fanfic

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Maso! Do you have anything for our EVP birthday boy Matthew? I’m sure you can write something awesome for him

Yes babe, I can! And although it’s not Matthew’s birthday, I still did it because at last I finally finished something 👏. And no, I didn’t write EVP!Matthew, just regular Matt, it was what worked for this so I hope you get to enjoy it either way.

Also, I didn’t put the translation to the lyrics but you guys let me know if you’d like me to translate the entire song (google translate will fuck up some of the phrases as per usual), but for now I’ll leave it like this. And yes, I highly recommend you to listen to the song because it’s *chef’s kiss* the melody and flow is ugh, so good. Hope you like this, love💋

A/N: Huge shout out to @theworldofotps and for supporting me through this. Love you babe 🥰

*Written in Matt’s POV*

“Eu quero a sorte de um amor tranquilo

Com sabor de fruta mordida…”

The beauty of the known is often looked upon and taken for granted as something that shouldn’t be cherished. Because it’s comfortable, unexciting, predictable, trustworthy, and completely capable of making you yawn with boredom. But the thing is that the true beauty lies in what is expected, what you already know, in all of the things you can replay in your mind even before they happen.

You know it all, from the long pauses to the hesitation, the doubt in every word silently marked with an interrogation point. The uncertainty beneath the “I made a chicken pie for dinner”, it’s all so foolish to some, but to me, it’s the most wholesome thing that could ever exist in this world.

Love is overrated, not because it is a frivolous thing but because people often over-glamourize it as everything that it is not. Real love is not being excited to see your significant other every day, it’s not the urge to touch them nor the need to hear their voice. Real love is not marked by excitement but in fact, it’s nothing more than comfort.

When we’re young we have this vision that love will sweep us off our feet every day for the rest of our lives, and then reality hits us and love becomes everything that’s not advertised on TV shows or movies.

“Ser teu pão, ser tua comida

Todo amor que houver nessa vida…”

There is that raw excitement in the beginning, but after a while - like every new experience in life - you grow out of it and the only thing that remains is the person you know well enough to predict everything they do, from behavior to clothes, from speech pattern to preferences of food, drinks, movies, books, colors, vacation…you can name their routine as if it was your own, and that is the true beauty of love.

Not the eagerness to be together, but the comfortable silence as you watch the news. It’s the casual “Do you need something from the grocery store?”, it’s the care, the mute expression of true feelings, the lack of necessity to say anything at all.

True excitement lies in asking “Do you want some prunes on your greek yogurt?” just so you can see their nose scrunch up in disgust before the already-known answer of “Of course not! Yuck” fills up your ears and you silently repeat it along with them.

“E ser artista no nosso convívio

Pelo inferno e céu de todo dia

Pra poesia que a gente nem vive

Transformar o tédio em melodia…”

If anyone asked me “If you could, would you do it again?”, my answer would be “Absolutely”. I would choose the same woman, over and over again. I would experience the highs and especially the lows with a smile on my face because I know the outcome is worth it.

What makes our love special is not the two honeymoons spent on the Caribbean sea, but all of our endless crying and praying sessions on the kitchen floor at 3 am because we had no idea how we would pay the rent.

That’s why as I stare at her now, swiping the living room floor while singing the very same song that I now know the lyrics all too well, I’d confidently say “I do” all over again.

“Is everything ok?” She asked, after suddenly settling the broom to the side to skip the song currently playing on the speakers.

“Yeah, why?” I ask, incapable of keeping the soft smile off my lips. Sipping on my cup of coffee, I mentally mimicked her as she squinted her eyes “Are you sure?” She asks, a hint of uncertainty coating her words, “You’re looking at me funny”.

“Funny?” I chuckled “That’s an interesting choice of word. I wouldn’t say ‘funny’ but rather something deeper”.

“Todo amor que houver nessa vida.

E algum remédio que me dê alegria”

“Oh yeah?” She teased, “Like what?”

“Admiration perhaps?” I offer, before hiding an amused smile behind the rim of the cup.

“Nah” She clicked her tongue in sarcasm but was unable to hide the gleam of happiness in her eyes. “Get a life, you weirdo”.

“I already have a life” I keep staring at her, and the once amused smile turns into a full toothy grin.

“Rather boring I’d say” She teased, throwing one of the couch pillows at me.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, dove”.

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#matt jackson x reader #matt jackson imagine #matt jackson fanfiction #matt jackson #masochist writes #the young bucks #young bucks

[buckymorelikefuckme]

yo ho

pirate king wanda x fem reader

words: 1.2k

inspired by pirates of the caribbean bc i'm a slut for that movie and i'm so sorry about it

part 2 ❀ part 3 ❀ part 4

At the first sound of them bursting through the gates, their bellowing voices echoing into the night as they march up the pathway leading to the Manor, you feel only excitement. Shrugging your dressing gown on, you run to your window, seeing them approaching closer and closer. You make a silent vow to yourself to help them steal whatever they want. Perhaps it will put you in their favor.

You know you should feel fear, but the thrill of meeting real pirates far outweighs any logical reaction that should consume you. Your lady’s maids, however, do not share the same sentiment, the panic clear on their faces.

“If you go now you’ll have just enough time to get to the fort,” you say, calm and collected. “I’ll follow as soon as I can.”

It’s a lie, but they don’t need to know that.

“But Miss—“ one of the maids starts, eyes wide, clutching your hands tightly.

“Go! You haven’t much time left,” you insist as you push them to the door.

They hesitate barely a second before they’re dashing out the back. It’s not a moment too soon, because the front doors are kicked in seconds later. Heart racing, you hide in the corridor, watching them spread out and begin gathering whatever is most valuable.

One pirate catches your eye. They enter in a much more sedate manner, pausing in the foyer and looking around. You see their lip curl in disgust as they turn on their heel and make their way to the second floor. You wish to follow them, so you tiptoe to the staircase, checking over your shoulder every couple seconds.

Barely two steps onto the landing and you're face to face with the very pirate you’d followed.

“Trying to be brave?”

Their voice—her voice startles you. This close it’s easier to tell that this pirate is definitely not a man. Though she wears trousers and a coat, a hat nestled atop her long, sun-kissed hair, there’s no mistaking she’s a woman the moment she speaks. It allows you to evaluate her features better, note the softness of her jaw despite its sharp angles.

“Well?” she prompts, impatient, hand on the hilt of her sword.

You blink. “The paintings,” you blurt.

She raises a thick brow. “Pardon?”

“In the study,” you clarify, swallowing roughly. “It’s the last room on the right. The paintings there are worth several thousand pounds.”

She tilts her head curiously, eyeing you from your face to your bare feet. You will yourself not to fidget beneath her stare.

“Do you think helping me will keep you from harm?”

You lift your chin slightly. “Call it a bargain.”

“A bargain,” she repeats, lips tipping up in amusement. She takes a step closer to you. “And what, exactly, makes you think you’re in a position to make a bargain with a pirate?”

You meet her gaze as steadily as you can. “I know this port like the back of my hand. My father is the governor and we have close ties to the Navy. I know where they’ll be waiting and watching. I can make sure we set sail without any hassle.”

“We?” she interrupts, baffled.

“Yes. We. I wish to depart with you in exchange for all the valuables in my father’s home.”

She laughs. “I hate to disappoint this fantastical dream of yours, but we’ll be taking everything regardless, Miss.”

“There are some hidden, thousands of pounds worth, tucked away in places only I and my father know.”

She doesn’t say anything for a tense moment. Your heart continues beating wildly in your chest, hoping and praying she’ll take your bargain. Your hands curl into fists around the fabric of your dressing gown.

“We can’t bring someone along just because they asked us to,” she reasons. “What would you be able to offer to us aboard the Scarlet Pearl?”

You inhale sharply. “Pirate King Maximoff’s ship?” you whisper, awed.

“Aye, the very one,” she confirms. “Do you simply seek safe passage elsewhere?”

You glance around the home you grew up in, at the chandeliers and gold filigree and candelabras. “This was not meant for me,” you confess. “I do not belong in this life. I can no longer live here knowing I want for nothing while others suffer. It’s not fair. It’s not right. And I do not care where I end up, for that matter, so long as I’m not here anymore.”

She gives you a calculating look. You wonder what she’s thinking, unable to get a good read on her. You suppose that’s to be expected with a pirate. They have to keep their cards close to their chests, otherwise they risk mutiny or double-crossing. But if this pirate is really from the Scarlet Pearl, as she claims, then you shouldn’t have anything to worry about.

You hold her stare and will yourself to remain unwavering. Finally, she nods.

“Very well, we have an accord. We’ll finish gathering everything and you’ll be taken aboard.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, relief coursing through you, as well as your excitement building once more.

She holds her hand out for you to shake. You bite the inside of your cheek at the warmth of her palm, at the feel of callouses along her skin that touch the contradicting softness of your own hand. You catch her assessing the swell of your breasts in your nightclothes, yet when she meets your surprised eyes again, her smile is unapologetic. It sends a curious shiver down your spine.

You point her and the other pirates to where the hidden valuables are, hurrying to your bedchambers to grab anything of your own that you can’t bear to part with. Slipping on a pair of boots you bought ages ago without your father knowing, you scan your room one last time, then quickly make your way down the stairs. She’s waiting for you by the entryway, lazily swinging a gold pocket watch as she watches out the windows. At the sound of you, she turns and eyes the small satchel you’re carrying.

“You have everything you need? We won’t be returning.”

You bite your lip and cast a parting gaze on your home. You nod resolutely.

“Yes. I’m ready to go,” you say, firm in your belief that this is the right thing to do.

She smiles. “Then follow me, princess.”

Your eyes narrow at the nickname, but you bite back your retort. You need to be in her good graces, after all.

As the both of you walk—which consists of you struggling to keep up with her long paces—you strategize on the best route of the port.

“Are you… Will you be the one telling Pirate King Maximoff all of this?” you ask curiously, cautiously.

She snorts. “I suppose that’s one way to put it.”

Before you can ask what that’s supposed to mean, you reach a dinghy. A few men are waiting in it, standing to attention as you and the pirate approach. You can see others already rowing back to the sizable ship in the distance.

“Last chance to change your mind, princess.”

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” you reply, making her laugh.

“Very well.”

She holds a hand out to you to help you step into the dinghy. As you sit down between her and another pirate—who, upon closer inspection, is also a woman with dark red hair and sharp eyes—you know, deep in your bones, that you’ve just taken the first step toward an adventure of a lifetime.

#avengers fic #marvel fic #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff #pirate king wanda x reader

[dramoor]

“When you are praying alone, and your spirit is dejected, and you are wearied and oppressed by your loneliness, remember then, as always, that God the Trinity looks upon you with eyes brighter than the sun; also all the angels, your own Guardian Angel, and all the Saints of God. Truly they do; for they are all one in God, and where God is, there are they also. Where the sun is, thither also are directed all its rays. Try to understand what this means.”

~St. John of Kronstadt

(Photo © dramoor 2018 Caribbean Sea)

#Orthodox Christian #saints #St. John of Kronstadt #sun #Holy Trinity #photography #photographers on tumblr #travel #ocean #Caribbean Sea #loneliness #weary #depressed #remember God is with you #one in God #sunset #God is our light #light and dark