A comunidade PT no Tumblr é basicamente inexistente, ent n sei se sequer há stays tuga aqui, mas vamos tentar tbm pq n custa nd, já tou neste hellsite de qlqr forma ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.
Alguém mais viu aquela cena de haver um concerto de SKZ programado pra tipo dia 05/12 deste ano or so no Altice Arena ou fui eu q sonhei com esta merda, malta?
A fluff for the day: little Luci being very protective towards Afonso. He didn't knew well what happened between he and tio Antônio but he knew that tio was making him mad. So he decides to take a dagger when he hears he's coming for a visit but luckily he was stopped by a maid before he could do anything
Afonso entered Luciano's bedroom holding the dagger the maid had taken from him.
"Luciano, what were you doing with this?"
The little boy pouted at stared at his feet dangling from his bed.
"Luciano. I am not going to ask you again."
"Why are you mad at me? I was going to get rid of him for you!" the child shouted.
Afonso blinked several times before he understood what his son meant.
"You were going to kill Antonio?"
"Yeah! Well, maybe not kill, just stab him a few times."
Afonso sighed and sat next to him on the bed. "Luci, I don't want you to attack your tio. He's my brother and my problem. I'll handle him."
"I can take him, pai! I'm stronger and bigger than he is!"
"And then you'd have your neighbours coming for you from all fronts."
"I can beat them too!"
"Luci--"
"Tio Antonio makes you angry and sad! I see it! You think I don't know but I do!" Luciano said, his face flushed with emotion. "What if he hurts you really bad? What if you die?"
Surprised, Afonso pulled Luciano closer and rubbed his little back.
"Nininho, I'm not going to die. Your pai is stronger than he looks."
Luciano accepted the comfort, but was still tense. He had overheard enough conversations to know that the world where Afonso came from was filled with conflits. Seeing Antonio's huge galleon next to Afonso's smaller ship, made him think about something he had thought impossible until now.
Afonso could disappear. One day, Luciano would see his ship disappear into the horizon and he would never come back.
I'm curious, how does Luciano feel about the way Port shows affection?
Took a while for him to notice he "spying" him was his love language. First he thought it was just a bunch of coincidence.
Luciano's way of showing affection is more touchy and with words. Sometimes he doesn't realize that's not also everyone's ways. With Port it was a bit more complicated taking in count their history so in some first moments he would be silently bitter when Port were standing right next to him and didn't bothered to give him a pat on his back.
Now he understands that and they could find a balance. The balance being Port accepting to be tackled in a hug when he's feeling particularly affectionate and Luciano understanding that he being still isn't a indicative that he's not liking the hug.
Do not question the fact it’a 4am and I’m probably never falling asleep again I had a nightmare I’m not feeling good but anyway:
I was watching a movie to fall asleep something very light (lol) on spanish dictator franco getting to power in the late 30s.
And this stuck with me, what these fascists were using as their motto during the civil war:
“Long live death”
the linguistic paradox. the theatre of the absurd. the negation of life. Long live death…
Is this how dictators and military hierarchies in nazist germany, fascist italy, francoist spain, salazarist portugal, every corporatist military usa-financed terror state in south america have convinced millions of young people to die for them? not even the ancients had the culture of death. they had the culture of dying honorably, surely, but it has nothing to do with glorifying death itself. Fascism is terrifying.
Thought I'd share some highlights from my vacation. These were all taken from my stories on Instagram btw
Btw the sick part isn't to be like "oh this was good everything else i ate sucked", i dont talk too much about it, but basically I've been having issues with being able to eat alot of food without feeling sick (and by alot i mean like, a regular portion like shown on my plate here), but this time i was actually able to properly eat it
I'm guessing cuz it's food I'm used to? Idk, but it was still good nonetheless ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
But yeah, thought I'd share this. I've been quiet inactive, and well, i already said why before, I'm visiting London and all that now, but my trip is coming to an end, I'll be leaving this monday
Coincidentally tho, last week we found outy grandpa (mom's dad) was actually here in London, so yesterday we met up with him and for today we came to this restaurant he and his wife found
I've been a bit homesick and missing the Brasilian meals and all, and god i wish Portugal had more places like these. But for now I've enjoyed what i got