#solcito

[consoroza]

y____y

#consoroza #solcito #l

[martincanova]

#solcito #campo #chica #pasto #leer #filmphotografy #film photography #analoguephotography #martincanova

[bonitoatardecer]

Nada mejor

#solcito

[magiapkmpto]

Calorcito me encantaaaa ♥️

#Me #Solcito

[febonet]

Rico Sol! .. Gracias x este día tan bello! Ojalá y no corra tanto viento pa no llenarme de polen! 😂 Después ando con la alergia viva! Jajaja .. 🌞 ☀️ ⛅️ #solcito #sunnyday #sun #sol #instapic #chileno (en Macul, Santiago De Chile) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkHFQPyOSo6SMTxRIu8VsIn4AqnekXx9Lq95Kk0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#solcito #sunnyday #sun #sol #instapic #chileno

[jugoporjugo]

#Solcito

[ccreyes821]

Este verano mejoro un ......... Bien hecho vamos por más Max hasta ahora #5ft y poco a poco irá superando sus antiguos logros. La competencia es contra uno mismo. Cada día luchar por tu mejor versión. #momentos #mododisfrute #verano #enloprofundo #solcito #mirireyes #mirandareyes #natacion #padre #hija #logro #meta #motivation #motivacion #natacion #empoderamiento https://www.instagram.com/p/Choi4bDuL_F/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#5ft #momentos #mododisfrute #verano #enloprofundo #solcito #mirireyes #mirandareyes #natacion #padre #hija #logro #meta #motivation #motivacion #empoderamiento

[latinotiktok]

#submission #videos #TOMA SOLCITO A LA ORILLA DEL MAAAAAR

[effervescentdragon]

piarles + dreams

inspired by me having to take latin tho i thought i wouldn't have to, @mssr-monagato reminding me how easy it used to be to write them with a comment, me being in a weird mood bcs im studying, and @duquesademiel and @hourcat having bdays i wished to write them sth for but brain did not cooperate. love you all, this one is for you <3

Charles finds him in a dream.

There is always too much to do during the day and Charles gets to his bed eagerly, limbs tired and muscles hurting. Being an artist's apprentice mostly means moving huge slabs of marble and being an artist's muse means holding still in awkward positions for too long a time. The land under his sandals is hot with the remnants of the day's heat and it burns.

He gets to his house and kisses his mother gently before he goes to wash himself down. Some days, when wants to make something too complicated and he does not look too tired, she calls up to him to help with dinner. Lorenzo comes home next from his job in the Senate with scrolls, distracted by calculations and politics both. Arthur arrives last, out all day training with other boys who will be soldiers for the Empire. They all sit down to eat, wine and laughter flowing equally easily, and Charles feels happy enough he wishes he were closer to attaining his mastery in art so he could immortalise the scene of his brothers and his mother joyful and content. These days never seem to last long enough, Charles knows it, and he pushes the storm clouds away from his mind and tries to focus on the moment he's in.

The moment he falls into his bed, Charles dreams of the man.

He does not remember all the dreams. The Gods send him these visions for a reason that he is not privy to, nor will he be for a long time. The Empire is grand and Charles is insignificant in it, much in the way the Empire is insignificant in the eyes of the gods. What stays with him is the sense of yearning so deep he wakes with pain in his chest, his heart leaking sorrow and desire he knows not how to name. He pours it into his art, marble bleeding like his soul is, shattered and jagged as he chases the visage of the man he almost knows, almost recognises, in vain.

In his dreams, the man smiles. The smile is almost wolfish some nights, when the man's blue eyes narrow and his fangs look to be elongated as he presses them softly against Charles' skin, Charles' lifeblood pumping violently in his throat. Some nights, the smile is more vulpine, when the man's lips press against the centre of Charles' chest, like he wants to drink the life from the very centre of Charles' person. What never changes is the way Charles trembles every time, lips parted and heart galloping like the horses do down the streets of their town on the newly set roads.

All roads lead to Rome, the man tells him. Charles knows not what it means, and he never remembers to ask. The man distracts him with the touch of his lips and with the way his hands press down onto Charles' hips.

Who are you, Charles asks him sometimes, when he remembers to. The man usually smiles. I am who you need, he says some nights. I am who you want, he says the other night. Sometimes, he says nothing, only kisses Charles until he forgets to remember what he asked.

What is your name, the man asks him sometimes. Charles, he says, when he remembers. I do not know, he says when he forgets. Does it matter?, he asks in return.

Not many things matter, the man says. His voice carries the same lilt of the Gauls that Charles himself has and has never gotten rid of. What does, Charles asks, curious. The man's eyes shine in the dream landscape that Charles can never focus on, for the man is like the sun to him. Winning, I think, the man says. Winning matters.

Can you win, Charles feels the need to ask every time. Can you win?

The man covers Charles' hand with his. He pulls Charles' hand up, twists his fingers gently until he can play with them. I do not know, he muses, but he does not look worried. I think I may do anything so long as you are here.

Who are you? Charles asks. What is your name, and why are you here?

I am not here, the man always says, and neither are you, cher. The rest of his words get blown away by the wind that rises suddenly every time. Charles never remembers the man's name. The man's lips, though; they taste like honey against Charles'.

He wakes up with the fading taste of honey on his lips and an unavoidable weight on his chest and no memory of his dreams. He rubs his eyes as he goes through his morning absolutions.

Soon he is to accompany his master to Rome for the exhibition. He must finish the sculpture he is working on until then, to take with him on his journey and oresent it at the sculptor's assembly. His master said it was lovely, and where did he get the inspiration for the face, for it was so detailed, it must be someone Charles knows?

"I saw him in my dreams," Charles always replies, laughing, and his master shakes his head in fond exaspeartion. His heart always beats too fast when he says it, like it does when he lies.

He goes back to the sculpture of a man's face. He needs to fix the man's smile, but he knows not how, yet. Charles finally named the sculpture Man, Take 10 just last week, to his master's great amusement, when his master said it must have a name. They all just call it Take 10, for Charles had tried and failed nine times already.

What Charles does not know is that it will be done before they start off for Rome in a month, and Charles will pack it carefully so it does not break. It will be even more lovely than it already is, and it will bring Charles closer to his destiny.

What Charles will tell no one is that in his head, he calls the man Pierre.

#i literally have no idea what this is but have it #imma try and pass out now life is too tiring #piarles #f1 rpf #effervescentdragonwrites #my writing #happy bday solcito. happy bday phoebs <3 #all my love

[inklessletter]

Thanks to TikTok and the trending song of Perro Salchicha Gordo Bachicha, in which they describe a chubby dachshund sunbathing in the beach wearing a sailor hat and then it's taken by a mommy seagull to feed her baby (because it is mistaken for a Iberian spicy sausage), I can't stop thinking about S3 Steve and Robin as a pair of dachshunds in the scoops ahoy uniforms.

I am forever ruined.

#inklessletter #stranger things #perro salchicha gordo bachicha #toma solcito a la orilla del maaaaaar

[uwulouis]

omg new tag game tag 4 people that are seeing niall on october 2nd i'll start!!!! @redpantslouis @trolou @louisgrayhairs + lauwu :') <3

#solcito ahora prende la velita para q se ponga musculosa #creo q va a hacer frio pero bueno #primero trola #<3333333333333333333333 las amo #keep #asi lo recuerdo x siempre <3

[flancelot]

physically I'm here but mentally I'm sentade en el pasto comiendo mandarinas bajo el tibio sol de otoño

#hace tres días que llueve a baldazos devuélvanme el solcito otoñal :( #🍊 #mandarinas my one true love

[magiaveneno]

alguien acaba de rebloguear un post mío diciendo que los team verano somos clasistas

#amigo a mi solo me gusta el solcito y el terere

[weiwx]

perro salchicha gordo bachicha btw. if you even care

#toma solcito a la orilla del mar !!!! tiene sombrero de marinero !!!! y en vez de traje se puso un collar !!!!!!!!!! #maria elena walsh

[meriencena]

es tu cumple en primavera ?!! Feliz cumple!!!! 💕💐🌼🌸 hemisferio sur superiority gang!!

Es hoy!! Gracias!!! <3 <3

Hemisferio sur superiority gang para todo. Una de las mejores cosas que hacemos es el día de la primavera/estudiante/artista

(*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

#alla en el norte debe ser alto embole el dia de la primavera #osea si flores solcito re lindo qsy #pero como no es el dia del estudiante NO DEBEN SALIR A HACER PICNIC EN CLASE #re sad tbh #chiara dice cosas

[fern-pajamabrain]

i gotta thank y'all guys tho bc even if you're little pixels on my screen i like seeing you here and tumblring stuff together. you're all very ool and ily <3

#Solcito dice peltoudeces #just know that if we reblog stuff from each other you you're included here #sorry guys i cry i get emotional and sotf and shit #excuse the typos btw #i hope your day is great! and if you're down like me life gets better i promise!!