#(valencia and javier)

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@frvgcleternty | Valencia and Javier, At the Gardens of the Races

There is a chain reaction set off, that lands the King and Princess by each other's side at the races. A word from his advisor, who heard from a lady's maid, who confirmed through the Netherlands' own valet. The youngest Holland Princess was interested in a tet-a-tet. But it is no regular conversation. Rather, one loaded with flirtatious intention. The Princess Valencia is not the first - many Princess' and noble ladies alike have broached the topic since the fall out of his own betrothal. This time, however, Javier finds himself saying yes. If only, because of the blond Princess' reputation for being an innocent darling of a woman.

Yet it is an hour into their meeting, that Javier determines three fundamentals. First, the Princess Valencia is not a doe-eyed beauty but a fierce thinker (at least based on the way she assesses the many bets being made). Second, her attention is not formed because of Javier's good looks and crown (as charming as it was). Third, and perhaps most important of all, she is far too consumed with another to fall for any of his easy charms. "Valencia." Javier interrupts coolly, amidst some painstakingly dull conversation about French-Prussian politics. "May I ask you a question?" He does not wait for a response, but rather, smirks easily. "Who is it? Who's the love you are trying desperately to forget, by getting on with me? Come now, don't be shy." He shrugs, gingerly pouring whiskey into his teacup. "I shall tell you of my great love, if you tell me yours."

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Javier Farinós • Valencia CF (1997-2000)

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Przyszłość Barajy wisi na włosku

Po dziewiątej porażce w Valladolid klub zasugerował, że trener zostanie zwolniony. Tymczasem po sobotnim treningu pojawiła się informacja, że na razie pozostaje na stanowisku.

Trener spotkał się z Layhoon Chan i Miguelem Ángelem Coroną, jednak nie uzyskał jasnych odpowiedzi. Po dziewiątej porażce w Valladolid klub zasugerował, że trener zostanie zwolniony. Tymczasem po sobotnim treningu pojawiła się informacja, że na razie pozostaje na stanowisku. Peter Lim, główny akcjonariusz Valencia CF, poszedł spać w Singapurze (wczesne popołudnie w Hiszpanii), nie podejmując…

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gen 2 —

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Pirates of the Caribbean: Doppelgangers

do you know how close we were to picking King Triton 2023 for Capt. Salazar?!

Pride and Prejudice-Kiera Knightly, Lord of the Rings-Orlando Bloom, Rango-Johnny Depp, Why Women Kill-Jack Davenport, The King's Speech-Geoffrey Rush, Love Actually-Bill Nighy, Rev.-Tom Hollander, Zoolander-Penelope Cruz, The Hunger Games-Sam Claflin, Titans-Brenton Thwaites, No Country for Old Men-Javier Bardem, MCU-Zoe Saldaña

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Pairing- Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary- Javier gets a dog

CW- Angst,Fluff,lots of fluff, adopting a pet, shameless flirting, Chucho being adorable, Javi talking to a dog a lot.

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A/N- This is my first time writing for Javi so be gentle. This wasn’t an ask but someone really wanted a Javi beagle fic and it spoke to me since I work at a pet hospital. Please enjoy this adorable one shot. This is for you @keylimebeag

Not beta read

My shelter

Life in Laredo was fine. 

  Javier had his father, his health, plenty of things to do around the ranch to keep him occupied. It was also a plus that he wasn’t being shot at everyday. 

  It was fine. 

  He tries not to seem ungrateful for his life, especially in front of his dad. He always worked so hard to provide for him and his mother. He was so proud, telling everyone in town his son was going to take down Pablo Escobar. 

  He didn't miss the way people treated him when he moved back home. He was not a celebrity, nothing special…just doing his job. At least that’s how he felt. Now everyday was the same, get up at the crack of dawn, feed the animals,have breakfast with his pops,do whatever project was assigned so that he could feel useful, have dinner and go to sleep. 

Sleep wasn’t usually easy to come by these days. 

  Rinse and repeat, day in and day out. 

  Tonight is going to be one of those sleepless nights. He’s been nervous  all day, smoking more than he’d care to admit. None of his daily tasks seemed to quell the oncoming anxiety. His dad is making dinner and even that is setting him on edge. The clinking of the plates, the scraping of the pan. 

  Chuchos has been treating him like a scared animal in a cage all day and he wants to tell him to lay off but he can’t. 

  “I think you need a companion.” 

  “What!”Javi looks up from his plate at his dad. 

  “Ms. Valencia said that could help with ptsd.” Chucho scrapes the remaining carnitas onto Javier’s plate even though he had said he was done. 

  “Listen pops, I don’t really need Ms. Valencia’s advice on ptsd or help finding a companion right now.” 

  Chucho sighs and looks down at his plate, moving the food around with his fork. “I mean…like a dog or something. I’m not trying to play matchmaker.” 

  Javier points toward the window. “I have plenty of animals to keep my company.” 

  His dad laughs, easing some of the tension of the conversation. “Well son they can’t come inside or go on walks. It was just an idea.” 

  “Thanks but I’ll be fine with the cows. You’ve been… spending a lot of time with Ms. Valencia.” 

  “Don’t change the subject Javier.” He stands to grab his plate but Javi ushers him to sit and heads to the sink to start the dishes. “Thanks for doing those son…I’m gonna head out, don’t wait up for me.” 

  Javi smirks as his dad throws on his coat and fixes his hair in the reflection of the toaster. 

  “You kids be safe.” Chucho waves him off before closing the back door. 

  ****

  After another long sleepless night, Javi decided to head into town. He was just going to the market to pick up a few things for dinner and stop by the hardware store for longer screws to fix the fence so the cows would stop getting out. 

  He’s driven by it dozens of times, somehow he’s never had a reason to go inside. He really shouldn’t go inside. He’ll never hear the end of it from Chucho. Laredo Animal Protective Society free adoptions. Maybe he’ll just go in and look. 

  There’s a few dogs playing in the small yard next to the building, all happily wagging their tails as they follow him along the fence. He can’t imagine how there's any dogs here at all with how cute they all look. He’s not even inside and he’s already a goner. 

  ****

  The bell chimes at the front door and you have to cease petting the senior cat October or Tobi for short. Despite it being free adoption day, you didn’t have very many customers so you’re excited to maybe help make a connection. It comes as a surprise when you enter the front lobby and see the last person you would expect to be at your job. 

  Javier Peña 

  Even with his back turned you can still make out that stance. He’s standing with his head cocked to the side as he reads the information board. 

  He hears you shuffle in and turns to greet you. His shy smile puts you at ease, knowing his reputation it was a relief to see him a little nervous. 

  “Welcome to LAPS, are you here for our free adoptions?” 

  Javi can see your mouth moving as you approach him, but he’s not entirely sure he heard a word you said. Your disarming smile and bubbly charm has him feeling something he hasn’t felt in quite some time. 

  Maybe his dad was right. 

  You’re patiently waiting for him to respond as he stands there dumbfounded. You don’t seem intimidated or annoyed by his presence as he nervously rubs the back of his neck. 

  “I’m ugh…not entirely sure what I’m looking for.” 

  “Well let’s start with something easy then. Are you a dog or cat person?” You turn towards the kennel doors hoping he gets the hint to follow you. 

  “A little of both I guess, but I’m here for a dog.” Now that the words have left his mouth it starts to feel a little more real. 

  You clap your hands together and lead him into the doors on the right. “The dogs are this way, we try to keep them separate so the cats can relax.” You turn to him and smile again, he’s not sure how every single person that walks in here doesn’t leave with a pet if this is how you treat the customers. 

  You pass a few cages that are marked in various colors, he silently follows you as you explain what the colors mean. Some are already adopted and others are just boarding. A few of them are getting acclimated to the shelter or waiting for people to come get them because they’re just lost. He hasn’t really looked at any of them, too focused on the way your blue scrubs hug your curves. 

  At the end of the cages are some long runs, a beautiful German shepherd is in the first one. Jesse James is his name, he’s 4 years old and very excited as he puts his large paws on the front of the door. 

  “He’s a sweetheart, his owners couldn’t afford his knee surgery so they surrendered him to us. Unfortunately he needs another surgery so keep that in mind.” 

  Javi thinks he’s nice, but that’s a lot to take on. Plus he already has large animals to take care of.

  The second run has an elderly looking golden retriever Audrey is the name on the tag, you stop to open the door as she gingerly makes her way towards you wagging her tail. Your soft voice as you crouch down and greet her has his heart practically melting. Her face is golden and graying in some spots. 

  “She’s twelve…so I don’t know if  she’s a good fit for you.” You answer the silent question on cue as if you can read his mind. 

  “What’ll happen to her, if no one takes her.” The timber in his voice cracks slightly at the prospect. 

  You look up at him while Audrey enjoys your soft pets and see the heartbroken look in his eyes. 

  “Oh…this is a no kill shelter. If no one takes her she’ll just live out her life here with us.” You stand and close the door and she slinks back to her plush bed. “We have to do free adoptions occasionally when space gets limited.”

  The final run has no tag on the door. A small beagle comes to the front as you open the door. He looks young but not a puppy. You step aside and let Javi crouch down to greet him. Javi scratches him behind the ear and is rewarded with small licks to his face. 

  “Hi buddy, you want to come home with me.” He barks once and wags his tail and Javi has all but made his decision. 

  It’s adorable the way Javi coos at the small dog, you can’t help but look at the way his jeans stretch when he crouched down to say hi. His black shirt is taught over his muscular frame and a sliver of skin just barely shows as he leans forward. 

  ��What’s his story?” He catches you checking him out briefly when he turns around. He’ll have to send some flowers with his pops to Ms. Valencia as a thank you. 

  “She was roaming the streets a few weeks ago. She’s past her waiting period for someone to claim her.” 

  “Oh so you’re a lady.” You chuckle at the way his voice changes as he properly addresses her. “Hola cariño, cómo te llamas?” 

  “She doesn’t have a name just yet.” She barks twice in his face and he lets out a hearty laugh. “She likes to bark, I hope you don’t mind.” 

  “No one out at the ranch will complain.” He says it mostly to himself as he’s all but confirmed that he won’t be going home empty handed. 

  ****

  “Well let’s get your paperwork sorted out.” He’s muttering half phrases to her in English and Spanish as she rolls over for him to rub her belly. “I promise she’ll be here when we’re done Javier.”

  It’s not just the way you say his name but the fact that he doesn’t remember even introducing himself. He looks up at you then and notices your name tag. The name is vaguely familiar but he knows he’d remember your face. 

  “Have we met before?” He asks as he stands and closes the run door. 

  You laugh as you make your way towards the front, knowing he’ll follow close behind. 

  “Yes Javier Peña we’ve met before.” 

  A slight panic falls over him as he tries to rack his brain for any memory of you. You’re grazing your fingers along the cages as you speak softly to the other animals. 

  “I’m sure I’d remember if we met.” That flirting tone that you knew to be the real Javier makes an appearance as you round the corner to the front desk. 

  “I won’t hold it against you. I was a few years under you and I guess you would call me a late bloomer, but I hate that term.” You nervously bite your lip as you slide him the paperwork for the adoption.

  He feels a little bad that he didn’t remember you. He had blinders on back then, only had eyes for one woman before he left for Colombia. He wants to ask you out for coffee, maybe even go to lunch. He’s still hesitant now having to approach women in a proper manner. When women practically throw themselves at you it’s hard to remember how to court someone. 

  You gasp and skip to the back before he has a chance. You return with an arm full of stuff and set it on the counter. 

  “We just had some donations so you’re in luck Javier Peña.” He doesn’t normally like when people use his full name. It makes him feel old and official, but he loves the way it rolls off your tongue as you lick your bottom lip, a nervous habit he’s noticed during your interaction. “ Food to last a few weeks, toys, and a leash. Perfect way to get you started.” 

  It does feel perfect.

  “I’ll go get your girl. You’ll have to tell me when you come up with a name.” You wink at him and disappear behind the doors again. 

  ****

  His new companion is sleeping comfortably in the passenger seat of his truck. She stirs occasionally when the road gets a little bumpy but relaxes almost immediately. 

  The setting sun shines through the passenger window and she lifts her paw to cover face. He chuckles to himself at the human-like gesture as he reaches over and scratches behind her ear. 

  “Never thought I’d have a partner in crime again.” She lifts her head and barks at him. “You’re just as talkative as my old partner, Steve.” She speaks again, her hearty boisterous bark echoing in the cab of the truck. 

  She sits up as he drives down the path leading to the ranch. Her soft pants and excited tail wags as she takes in the sight of all the farm animals has him feeling a sense of contentment. 

  “Steve is no name for a lady, cariño.” She paws at his arm and lets out a small whine. “How about Murphy?” She barks twice in his face as he parks his truck in front of the house. 

  Steve is gonna love this. 

  ****

  Chucho drops a piece of meat on the floor as Murphy hurriedly scarfs it down. 

  “Dad, don’t feed her your food, she has her own food.” Javi looks at Murphy as she licks her chops. 

  “I didn’t give her anything son.”  Chucho slowly dips his hand below the table to feed her another piece. He holds his hand up to shush her as he saunters off to the hallway to enjoy her treat. 

  Javi rolls his eyes as she returns from the hallway and lays down in her bed near the back door. She looks outside and lets out a puff of air as she buries her head under the blanket. 

  “I’m glad you took my advice, Jav.” He looks up at his dad smiling to himself while he finishes his meal. 

  “Technically I took Ms. Valencia’s advice.” His dad scowls as he shrugs his shoulders, standing to gather his plate in the sink. 

  ****

  “You named your dog after me!” He can hear the girls giggle in the background as Steve shoos them away. 

  “Not exactly, she’s tolerable and I like her company.” He stares down at the dog, perched at his feet while he stands in the kitchen at the receiver. 

  “If you missed me that much you could’ve come visit.” 

  “Ha,ha very funny.” It’s true he did miss his partner, Murphy is turning out to be a wonderful replacement. 

  “I’d like to meet this girl that convinced you to get a dog.” His teasing tone is clearly evident over the phone. He briefly mentioned you so he’s not sure how Steve could even pick up on his obvious crush. 

  “Goodnight Murphy.” 

  “Are you talking to me or the dog?” Connie can’t disguise her laugh on the other end, clearly eavesdropping on the conversation. 

  “The girls and Connie will get to meet your namesake the next time you come to see me.” 

  They say their goodbyes as Javi hangs up the phone. Murphy lets out a long drawn out yawn and Javi agrees it’s definitely time for bed after a long eventful day. Her first night not sleeping in the shelter, it pains him and warms his heart all at once knowing she won’t ever have to go back there. 

  “Let’s go to bed Murph.” The pitter patter of her feet follows him down the hall to his room. He places her bed in the corner and strips off his clothes. She hops up onto the edge of the bed before he has a chance to tell her no. 

  “Your bed is down there cariño.” She rolls over exposing her belly as she nuzzles further into the blankets and he knows it will be nearly impossible to tell her to get down. 

  “Fine, but just tonight.” He doesn’t even want to address the fact that he spent most of his day talking to her, he wonders if she can even understand him. 

  It won’t be until much later that he realizes how peacefully he slept that night. 

  ****

  Javi stretches his tired muscles as he takes in the soft morning light peeking through the window. He doesn’t immediately register how comfortable he is or well rested. He’s usually up before the crack of dawn so he knows it’s much later than he’s used to waking up.

  The edge of the bed is empty save for the small indent where Murphy laid all night. Her bed is empty as well and the door is slightly ajar. Panic sets in as he throws back the blanket and pulls on his sweats forgoing a shirt to look for his companion. 

  You said she was roaming the streets when she was found and he hopes she didn’t decide to run off in the middle of the night. Despite requiring opposable thumbs to open the door, he can’t think straight until he knows she’s safe. 

  He’s calling her name throughout the house as he takes note of the kitchen being gently used. There’s a small plate next to the food bowl of untouched kibble with some leftover scrambled eggs. 

   Chucho 

  It’s the first morning since he’s been home where he really takes in the sight. His dad is at the fence with the calves and Murphy is sitting beside him. She’s looking up at him as he explains something to her as if she can understand him. 

  He points out to the pasture and she looks out and barks at the small calves running to their mother. Javi is very glad he took that step and brought her home because more than one person seemed to need her presence in their lives. 

  He should call and thank you. 

  He heads over to his truck to pull out the paperwork from the adoption. It’s really the only way he has to contact you so he hopes it’s you who picks up the phone. 

  He slams the truck door and sees Murphy running toward him full speed. 

  “She’s excited to see her papa.” Chucho exclaims as he sends a wave to his son. “I’m going to feed the rest of the animals. I'll catch up with you later.” He winks at Javi as he lumbers off to the barn. 

  ****

  His hands are a little shaky as he dials the number to the shelter. Murphy is laying on his feet beside the table as she drifts off to sleep again, probably having been awake for hours with Chucho. 

  “Laredo Animal Protective Society.” Your sweet voice comes through the receiver and he’s nervous and relieved all at once. 

  “Hi, it’s Javier…Peña.” You chuckle a little on the other end. 

  “I hope you’re not sick of her already.” 

  “Oh no, not at all…Murphy loves it here.” He looks down at her as she rolls over exposing her belly again. 

  “Murphy? I’m guessing there’s a story there.” 

  “Ya there is…I’d love to tell you over lunch or dinner.” Murphy barks and he nearly drops the phone. 

  “I think that bark means dinner, and I’d love to hear it Javier Peña.” 

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@FonsiLoaiza

Este promotor inmobiliario se llama Javier Timoner y es el único que opta al supercontrato de 155M€ para construir viviendas protegidas en Valencia tras la DANA. Es el marido de Alma Alonso, diputada del PP de Valencia. Después del desastre llega el saqueo. El PP es la Mafia.

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⩔ Aún con el corazón encogido ante la destrucción provocada por la DANA en la Comunidad Valenciana, es momento de repasar cómo la prensa está visualizando la tragedia durante esta semana, con infografías y cartografías contextuales sobre el reguero de destrucción causado por los distintos desbordamientos tras las precipitaciones históricas en la provincia de Valencia.

De arriba a abajo, y de izquierda a derecha, hemos destacado los siguientes trabajos: El País* (Luis Sevillano, Daniele Grasso, Javier Galán y Nacho Catalán), El Mundo*, El Mundo, El País, El Periódico, La Vanguardia y La Razón (Antonio Cruz).

» Son trabajos publicados el 31 de octubre y el 1 de noviembre (*) de 2024

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The Olympics are over, but I needed to give a shout-out to our delegation. We are not many, we didn't win much, but each single one of them gave it all and from here we fiercely supported and followed every single one until the end.

Thank you to all of our 91 participants, 4 medalists, and 14 diplomas. We're proud of all of you with our entire hearts.

Alejandro Solarte, Alexis Cuero, Alisson Cardozo, Ana María Rendón, Andrés Hernández, Ángel Barajas, Ángel Hernández, Ángela Daniela Barón, Angie Orjuela, Angie Valdés, Anthony Rincón, Anthony Zambrano, Arnovis Dalmero, Camilo Villegas, Carlos Alberto Ramírez, Carlos Muñoz, Carolina Arias Vidal, Catalina Pérez Jaramillo, César Herrera, Cristian Ortega, Daniel Martínez, Daniel Restrepo, Daniela Alexandra Arias Rojas, Daniela Caracas González, Daniela Montoya Quiroz, Diego Arboleda, Diego Arias, Erika Lasso, Evelis Aguilar, Fernando Gaviria, Flor Denis Ruiz, Gabriela Bolle, Geiner Moreno, Ilana Izquierdo Zanger, Ingrit Valencia, Jazmín Álvarez, Jenny Arias, Jhancarlos González, Jhon Edison Rodríguez, Jhonny Rentería, Jorelyn Daniela Carabalí Martinez, Jorge Enríquez, Kevin Quintero, Lady Patricia Andrade Rodriguez, Laura Chalarca, Leicy Maria Santos Herrera, Liana Milena Salazar Vergara, Lina Licona, Linda Lizeth Caicedo Alegria, Lorena Arenas, Luis Felipe Uribe, Luis Javier Mosquera, Luisa Blanco, Luz Katherine Tapia Ramirez, Manuela Gómez, Manuela Pavi Sepulveda, Manuela Vanegas Cataño, Marcela Restrepo Valencia, Mari Leivis Sánchez, María Camila Osorio, Maria Camila Reyes Calderón, María Carolina Velásquez, Maria Catalina Usme Pineda, María José Uribe, María Lucelly Murillo, Mariana Pajón, Martha Bayona, Mateo Carmona, Mateo Romero, Mauricio Ortega, Mayra Gaviria, Mayra Tatiana Ramirez Ramírez, Natalia Linares, Nicolás Echavarría, Paula Patiño, Queen Saray Villegas, René López, Ronal Longa, Sandra Milena Sepulveda Lopera, Santiago Arcila, Santiago Buitrago, Stefania Gómez, Stefany Cuadrado, Valeria Araújo, Valeria Arboleda, Víctor Bolaños, Wendy Katerine Bonilla Candelo, Yeison López, Yenny Álvarez, Yílmar González, Yirleidis Quejada Minota

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Vuelan Mis letras Buscando eco En tus ojos Vuelan alegres A veces tristes A veces nostálgicas Vuelan mis letras Y se muy bien Que encontraran Refugio En tu mente En tu alma En tu corazón Vuelan mis letras Habran de remover Tus recuerdos Y te haran sonreir Vuelan mis letras Vuelan con rumbo A ti... Javier R. Valencia

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@frvgcleternty | Valencia and Javier, Early Morning at the Palace Gardens

To the surprise of most - he's conceived a wedding proposal many times over. What he would wear. Where it would be. The things he would say. But most of all - to the woman he would bend a knee to, and ask to spend the rest of his life with. And each time, there is only ever one woman. With her brazen red hair, freckled nose, and dangerously blue eyes. And that woman? It is not the Princess Valencia, try as he might to see her in this light. But he is bound; by counsel, by his allies, by the people, to continue his line. Laurie's own betrothal only added to the pressure from Prussia's parliament. A bachelor, childless King won't do.

And so, he takes an amethyst ring set in silver in his hand. He slicks his hair and puts on his best suede jacket. Javier walks quietly beside Valencia in the early morning, made sober by a hot bath and the burning question. Surely she could feel it too; the burning gaze of advisors and counselors, watching the budding couple. All waiting for the question to be asked. "In a few minutes, I will get down on one knee." Javier murmurs, voice quiet to keep from listening ears. "I will need to take your hand and ask you to marry me, and be the future Queen of Prussia." There's a heaviness in his voice, and Javier cannot conceal the melancholy on his face. He did not love her. She did not love him. But this is duty, and duty always wins. "But I will not put you in that position, until I am sure it's what you want." Before Valencia can speak, he smiles sadly at her. "And no, it is not what I want. But if I cannot be with the woman I love... There is consolation in friendship, is there not?"

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ZONAS INUNDABLES Javier Aroca subraya que la responsabilidad de determinar si habitamos en una zona inundable no debe recaer en el ciudadano común, sino en quienes han estado a a cargo de la planificación de Valencia en los últimos años. Video publicado por La 1 @La1_tve

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Baraja: "Chcemy, aby piłkarze podnieśli morale zespołu"

Trener Valencii CF, Rubén Baraja, wziął udział w konferencji prasowej przed meczem towarzyskim pomiędzy reprezentacją Meksyku a drużyną z Walencji. #ValenciaCF #RubénBaraja

Trener Valencii CF, Rubén Baraja, wziął udział w konferencji prasowej przed meczem towarzyskim pomiędzy reprezentacją Meksyku a drużyną z Walencji. Mecz odbędzie się w najbliższą niedzielę, 13 października o godzinie 4:00 (w sobotę 12 października o 20:00 czasu meksykańskiego), na Stadionie Cuauhtémoc w Puebla (Meksyk). Mecz “To zaszczyt, że reprezentacja Meksyku zaprosiła nas na ten mecz.…

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Early Influence

Greater understanding of the molecular regulation of DNA passed in extracellular vesicles from the mother's endometrium [womb lining] to the implanting embryo influences the embryo's metabolic rate and bioenergetics

Read the original research article here

Image adapted from work by David Bolumar and Javier Moncayo-Arlandi, and colleagues

Ingenomix Foundation and Carlos Simon Foundation, INCLIVA Health Research Institute, Valencia, Spain

Image originally published with a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0)

Published in eLife, December 2023

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Closed starter: Isolde Stuart and Valencia Holland (@frvgcleternty)

Where: Javier's bedside

Isolde could not count the hours since she'd arrived, but the doctors had left for the moment, which gave her some hope. As the time ticked on, she found a sort of routine in bandaging, applying a honey based ointment to ward off infection, and talking to Javier. Finally, she fell into a chair beside him, clutching his hand in hers and laying her head down on top of it. She did not sleep long-she rarely did these days-but she awoke to hear the door opening and stood upright, quick as a flash despite her aching limbs and chest, just in time for another to come into the room, Javier's fiancee.

Isolde was sure she looked a sight; she had not changed since she'd arrived and her dress was streaked with Javier's blood and tintures that she'd made to reduce inflammation and alleviate pain. Her eyes shone bright aqua against her bloodshot scleras and her hair was wild fire pouring over her shoulders. And what could she say? That it wasn't what it looked like? It was exactly what it looked like, no point in denying the matter. Instead, Isolde curtsied unsteadily. "Princess Valencia...I am sorry there has been little change. The bleeding has stopped for now but we must be careful still. His arm is badly injured." She finished and went to pull over a chair. "Would you care to sit? I could make tea if you wish."