#Laura Tesoro

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Liefde voor muziek seizoen 10, aflevering 4: Songs van K3

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Eurovision 2016-2022: 10th place

What is your favourite entry opening top-10?

2016: Laura Tesoro - What's The Pressure 🇧🇪

2017: JOWST - Grab The Moment 🇳🇴

2018: DoReDoS - My Lucky Day 🇲🇩

2019: Hatari - Hatrið Mun Sigra 🇮🇸

2021: Stefania - Last Dance 🇬🇷

2022: Subwoolfer - Give That Wolf A Banana 🇳🇴

[lunlumo]

round 1, 2nd group, battle 8/1

[pammyloumendkens]

Friends

[kayleigh-kat]

Laura tesoro

[spacelizzbian]

Friendship ended with the Netherlands and France, now Georgia, Australia and Greece are our new neighbours

[woso-dreamzzz]

Nobody asked me buuuut here's some of my hc of what the mum's/sisters would do in the Melting Pot universe:

Alexia gives me business owner vibes, not sure what the business would be though

Jeni gives me lawyer vibes

Lucy would be either a CEO oooor a police officer

Keira could be a teacher

Alessia would still be in college

Leah could be a DJ or a firefigther

Lia could be an engeener (not sure what could be)

Katie could be a firefighter or a police officer (while coaching karate to kids on her spare time)

Caitlin could be a vet

Viv could be a writer or a mechanic (idk not sure)

Beth would be a kindergarden teacher

Mapi would def be a tatoo artist

Ingrid would be a CEO too....idk she gives me powerful business woman vibes or a Model

Caro could be a firefighter while Marta could be a paramedic

Ona could be a vet too or a pilot (idk)

Aitana gives me profesional chef vibes

Frido would be a model

the rest idk....

Okay so this is just going to be a big infodump of the ideas I have for the dynamics between all the families so this might be kind of long. I'll probably put them into a masterlist at some point but probably after I move out

So, Alexia and Jenni had the twins (Bambi and Pequeñita) together before having a fairly amicable divorce. Business owner Alexia but the businesses she owns is a chain of fairly fancy restaurants and Jenni definitely gives lawyer vibes. So, they broke up and Alexia got with Olga to have Jaume and Jenni had Osita.

They're fairly chill with each other and their custody schedule is flexible and dictated by the twins so Pequeñita usually stays with Alexia while Bambi tends to go between them (now more heavily with Jenni now that Jaume's been born).

Lucy and Keira's relationship is also on the rocks. They were planning on adopting just as Keira got pregnant but decided to keep both plans going and then when they were settled, they adopted again to get Pup. They had a good relationship but it's kind of fizzling out and they're only really staying in the same house for the kids while pursuing different partners outside (thinking about if Lucy's a police officer then Ona might be a new recruit and Keira teaching at a local secondary school and Laura is the new teacher there).

Alessia is the frazzled uni student that's part time employed at one of Alexia's restaurants as a waitress so she's balancing it all while also caring for her little sister, Tesoro. They're always riding the line between on time and late.

Leah being a firefighter so she's on quite long shifts sometimes so taking care of Bug and Bean sometimes falls to Jordan (her amicable ex and Bug's other mum) who's all too happy to look after them both.

Thinking also about how Lia might be working in or around the fire station too (maybe admin???) who adores her little Guppy, who comes into the station every weekend to make sure it's all clean and tidy.

Actually, now that I think about it. Katie and Caitlin both being firefighters as well but working on opposite shifts so someone is always around to look after Gremlin and Kiddo. Rue's Katie's ex and Kiddo's other mum who just kind of does temp work where she's needed. The breakup is still a little toxic because Katie almost immediately got with Caitlin and had Gremlin. Kiddo is still adjusting.

Viv has her own column in the newspaper that she writes around caring for Munchkin and making paper sharks with Liefje while Beth probably has a job where she gets to be quite social with other people.

Daan is Beth's ex and they kind of had a kid together but still kind of didn't because Ellie's the one signed on as Pipsqueak's other mum but everyone is still friends and Pipsqueak gets sent off to Beth and Viv's house for babysitting during Daan and Ellie date nights.

Ingrid is definitely giving powerful ceo vibes. She's loaded with cash and has a big house up a hill somewhere so all her kids + Nena can have their own rooms and spaces. Mapi's tattoo artist income is practically petty change to Ingrid but she likes that Mapi's still doing something she's passionate about. Nena moved in with Ingrid somewhere between Sunshine being adopted and Teeny being born and settles right in with the rest of the pack.

Caro and Marta probably had a really sweet meet cute in the park when Conejita came over to the patch of flowers Caro was sitting next to and started picking them. Caro saw Marta and knew she was a goner.

Aitana working as a chef in Alexia's restaurant and actually getting recommended the school for Estrella by Alexia, who in turn, got the recommendation from Mapi who got it from Ingrid, who only really moved to the area because she heard the school was really good.

Frido as a model or as Ingrid's cfo who is looking after her baby sister and being all powerful and hot at the exact same time. She makes it seem so effortless.

Mary also being a semi-frazzled uni student who's probably working on a masters or PhD and she does her studying while little Rugrat is teaching herself how to read over in the corner or pointing out Mary's spelling mistakes before she submits a paper.

Steph being a single mum who probably works for the same paper that Viv does and recommends the area for Mini and Clara to bring Harper and Bubs too. Harper gets put into a different school than Bubs but that's alright because Bubs is in the same class as Angel and Mini swears she's never seen Bubs so bright and happy before.

Jessie also being at the local uni trying to wrap up her engineering degree. She's dealing with the pressure a lot better than Mary and Alessia are and she's got such a sweet Duckie to take to the park to decompress after a hard exam.

Emma recently moved Squish to the area to finally live with Frida permanently. I'm not sure what they would work out but they probably have a nice little house that backs into a forest so they can have long walks with Jordan and forage for mushrooms and berries.

Kristie probably works as a beautician or something similar while Sam works outside (I'm not quite sure as what) so it's no surprise that their kid Chook rolls in dirt and has fantastic eyebrows.

Magda and Pernille being lecturers at the university with really fancy credentials. Magda's been working there for a bit while Pernille taught in Germany and a job opened up so Pernille took it quickly, moving her and Princesse over to be closer to Magda.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Re afro-dominican book!Percy and how foul and fake the fandom is with it because i can never shut the fuck up(as i shouldn't),y'all not only don't write him as a black man but y'all don't even write him as PERCY JACKSON which is what makes him work as afro-dominican to begin with

Can he call Sally Mamí?Can her and Paul be black love since he's giving dorky black sitcom dad and dosen't have an in-text race either?Can we keep Laura as her mom's name like we were originally given since it's a normal name for a latina?Can Percy be short for Perseo?Can he be transfem bigender and a black femme?Can he have black hairstyles?Baby dreads in TLT,wicks in TTC,twists in TLO,afro for most of SON as he dosen't remember what styles he likes but dreads by the finale,adding beads in MOA and long locs by the time he's 19?Can he be monoracial instead of a cringe ass instagram lightskin and work as commentary on black and latino stereotypes i.e being poor with a deadbeat birth dad and a physically abusive stepdad and how it's not the fault of black people our intergenerational trauma has been used against us by colonizers who literally made it worse for us historically?Can he overcome them by being literal royalty on his BLACK-greek's dad side and the best greco-roman hero ever in-universe?

Can part of Sally's love for the sea come from being dominican?Can she have passed that down to her Tesoro Perseo not JUST because of Poseidon but also as afro-carribean raising?Can Percy be crustpunk,afropunk,seapunk AND solarpunk because the sea does not like to be restrained?Can she be autistic with no masking game and that's another big reason she's an outcast even amongst other demigods and why her mortal world childhood was even worse than their's?Can she know how to diy things that don't even exist and play video games only on seconshands/emulators/phones for anti-capitalist principal and go to thrift stores and drink energy drinks but only the blue flavors and have a preference for the tropical ones and do deep dive research on punk culture?Can she love female rappers and punk rock and Lo-Fi beats and hipop?Can he be trilingual?Can he be a skincare and haircare king?Can he have blue durags and blue bonnets and blue hair beads?

Can y'all let the 'slutty bisexual' allegations go seeing as he's obviously demisexual?Can his type not be blondes but black women,which not only has an in-universe basis thanks to canon Percabeth and Leah Jeffries combo but is also mythological accurate as names have powers in Pjo and Percy's namesake was married to Andromeda,the princess of ETHOPIA?Can Percy and Leah be black solidarity even just platonically?Can they bond and be close and not have poor Leah be forced into 'black hair means boy and blonde hair means girl' syndrome,especially because book!Annabeth explicitly hates being blonde and y'all fake clowned her for it only to make actual darkhaired Annabeth blonde so you're automatically faker than she is cause at least she meant that shit and the universe granted her wish?Can Rachel be nigerian yoruba and them black anarchist besties at Goode High as Rachel teaches him how to do protests and takes him to charity events and they graffiti public property together and them be in love and dating for a bit and being even closer post breakup with no regrets to past Perachel?Can Thalia and Jason be black/white mixed with Jason a natural dirty blonde browneyed lightskin and Thalia darkskin with almost all of Zeus' looks as per canon so Jercy can be black mlm so it's ruined for horndog nonblack freaks and we can get even alt black rep?

Can Nico be black too to defy the 'black girl always has white siblings' trope and disregard him being described as 'a scrawny white boy' by Hazel since y'all disregard everythin' about Percy like seeing Nico as a little kid-HIS little kid even-to make him sexually harrass him over getting over him because your younger siblings don't love you and you creep minors in fandoms out?Can Nico,Hazel and Percy be a black siblings trio?Can he basically be their dad and Sally legally be their guardian because Hades is a fucking abusive freak?Can Hazel be explored on since she's got infinitely more going for her than any background characters y'all obssess over and Nico be recognized as the precious traumatized lil boy he is instead of just an edgecase,BOTH of which Percy sees them as canonically?????Can he have a backbone against the gods as he does,again,CANONICALLY,instead of pathetically emulating them like Luke and take direct action and fix the system himself?

Can he love latino memes and legos and Pokemon?Can he dunk on Hp fans for being geeks instead of freaks?Can he own dominican flag merch?Can he call Nico and Hazel 'Papito and Mamita'?In DC aus,can he be Duke Thomas' Super instead of being forced into Tim Drake's core cast or worse yet adopted by Batbags?And in Marvel aus,can he be a Spiderpunk Variant since like how he's not Batkid-coded but Kryptonian human hybrid-coded,he's not Peter Parker-coded but Hobie Brown-coded?Can be he brutal and unrestrained and tough yet salty sweet and gentle?IT IS 2024,ENOUGH WITH THE RESPECTABILITY POLITICS IN FUCKING PJO HCS OF ALL PLACES,I DON'T PERCY TO BE PALPABLE,I WANT HIM TO BE A NIGGA!!!!!!!!!!!

[occhietti]

Ho sempre provato a fare tesoro delle esperienze passate, soprattutto ho provato a trarre insegnamenti dalle delusioni che la vita mi ha riservato. Ma la mia natura mi impedisce di cambiare e a volte inciampo.

Sono sempre io, desiderosa di dare, di imparare, di conoscere, disponibile ad esserci, a capire, ad ascoltare, a sostenere, a dare consigli se mi viene chiesto. Stavo per scrivere: "Sono la solita stupida". Ma no, non mi voglio fare questo torto.

Non credo che nella vita ci sia qualcosa che davvero vada perduto, se è stato donato con il cuore.

Credo che l'amore, in ogni sua forma, conosca la strada di casa e sappia ritornare. Prima o poi, in altri modi, forse difficile da riconoscere, forse palese e trasparente.

Se viene donato, l’amore resta in circolo. Un giorno è amicizia, un giorno è protezione, un giorno tenerezza, un altro uno slancio di generosità... un altro ancora è aiuto.

L'amore sa cosa fare.

- Laura Messina

[therefore-farewell]

Ho sempre provato a fare tesoro delle esperienze passate, soprattutto ho provato a trarre insegnamenti dalle delusioni che la vita mi ha riservato. Ma la mia natura mi impedisce di cambiare e a volte inciampo.

Sono sempre io, desiderosa di dare, di imparare, di conoscere, disponibile ad esserci, a capire, ad ascoltare, a sostenere, a dare consigli se mi viene chiesto. Stavo per scrivere: "Sono la solita stupida". Ma no, non mi voglio fare questo torto.

Non credo che nella vita ci sia qualcosa che davvero vada perduto, se è stato donato con il cuore.

Credo che l'amore, in ogni sua forma, conosca la strada di casa e sappia ritornare. Prima o poi, in altri modi, forse difficile da riconoscere, forse palese e trasparente.

Se viene donato, l'amore resta in circolo. Un giorno è amicizia, un giorno è protezione, un giorno tenerezza, un altro uno slancio di generosità... un altro ancora è aiuto.

L'amore sa cosa fare.

— Laura Messina

[hardhuilen]

Kijk uit, ik ben je ʙᴇᴇꜱᴛ

[lunanovakat]

Sneak Peek

A little sneak peak of Chapter 5 of 'One Hale of Time'

yes, i know chapter 4 isn't out yet, shhhh

This is unfinished and not fully edited so this won't be in the chapter as is - it'll either be longer or the dialogue will have been changed.

Talia throws the baguette away - not even the enhanced healing rate of Werewolf genes can rid her of the headache forming behind her eyes - offering the wide-eyed child her brother brought a carefully motherly smile, as innocent as a bunny someone locked in a room with starving wolves. She gives Peter a pointed look, her baby brother's blue eyes as widely innocent as the child he brought and he keeps that same innocence even as he pours himself a drink.

"What? As wild as a pack of animals?" Renato mutters sweetly, tone dreary and flat, but the too-sharp scent of bitter roasted amusement makes Talia want to wrinkle her nose in disgust.

Not even old enough to know what coffee or cigarettes were and her nephew smelt like one of Peter's quiet underground Occult blackmarket meetings.

All espresso and clove, musky with a low sense of bitter sweetness and roasted depth. Touched fiantly by something sharp, a billowing cloud of smoke that stings her nose but has no smell.

Her headache worsens.

Tsunayoshi smiles, it looks sweet and innocent but Talia's bones start to itch under her skin, sharply unnatural orange-amber eyes wide with innocence and delight - she can't smell either on the boy, her fingers twitch, "That's right! Animals are always able to sense when something's not right, right? They're very good at finding unnatural things. Wolves have the best sense of smell, though, when it comes to canines and creatures."

Her heart drops, nerves alight, her smile as stiff as the baguette she'd just thrown away and her throat tight enough she feels like strangulation would be kinder.

Tsunayoshi still keeps his smile, too innocent to be genuine but scent sickly sweet with playfulness and amusement all of the sudden, holding onto her nephew's hand with a ferociousness that she's only seen in wolves and her skin begins to crawl.

The officer the child had brought with him, a man Talia had never seen or never noticed - suspicious in it's own right - made a sound low enough her ears pricked, like an omen of misfortune huffing out a dying breath.

Her skin crawled even more.

"You had something you wanted to show me, right, Renato?" The small brunette says sweetly, after a moment of silence so tense Talia could see her daughter Laura seconds from shifting, tugging on the sleeve of her nephew's jacket with a carefulness she tries but fails to read into, "Let's leave the adults to their boring talks and go do something fun."

Renato smiles - a wicked thing that reminds Talia of her baby brother - wolfish in every sense of the word and coy, like he won a battle no one knew was being waged and wanted to show off, "I quite think you'll like my room, il mio tesoro, it's private."

Tsunayoshi - even mentally, Talia felt like she was fumbling the child's name - only smiles that same sweet thing, as bright and airy as a summer sky and as equally inviting, "Silly, silly, Renato - someone might think you have other meanings with your words. I want to see if you have good taste or if you just throw money around."

Renato clicked his tongue, more playful than she's ever seen her cold and heartless nephew, gaze so warm it was like sunlight had reappeared and set the room ablaze, "I can promise you like it - my taste might be expensive but it's still good."

The two start to walk, mindless and unbothered by the daze they leave in their wake, hand-in-hand and chatting aimlessly about bed sizes and thread counts.

She feels frozen - off kilter and on uneven ground - watching the two children wander off without a care, without a word to her or any other adult, and she snaps her gaze to the delighted Peter hanging back with a half-finished glass of chardonnay, "Peter Joseph Hale."

"Do not full name me, Talia, I am not one your children." Peter says blandly back, tone a careful mix of mild and respectful that simply made it seem more disrespectful than it had any right to be.

And with a told as mild as milk but several degrees cooler, her brother adds, "Isn't it a wonderful thing that he's gone and made a friend?"

Talia decides, after barely any consideration, she's going to strangle her baby brother with her own two hands.

[thor82]

Ciao Marco come stai?

Sono ormai 6 anni che non ci sei più e stasera sono qui in palestra e tra una serie e un’altra ho voluto scriverti questa lettera qui su questo social perché tanto non mi leggerà nessuno che mi conosce e almeno qui so che posso sfogarmi un po’ con me stesso.

Da quando non ci sei più sono accadute cose bellissime nella mia vita: i miei progetti di vita e di lavoro sono cambiati in poco tempo ed inaspettatamente e alcune cose belle sono capitate così per caso a migliorare la mia vita. Sono riuscito a comprare casa, una macchina nuova e a viaggiare a conoscere nuove persone che mi vogliono bene e mi stimano anche oltre il lavoro. Ma ho sempre pensato che ci fossi tu dietro a guidarmi e a proteggermi come un angelo in ogni mio passo, in ogni mia scelta, in ogni mio viaggio. Non mi sono mai sentito solo.

Mi sono sempre chiesto perché tu avessi scelto me. Ma non avevo bisogno di risposte perché avevamo forse capito tutti e due quando ci siamo visti la prima volta e ci siamo dati il nostro primo bacio che conserverò nel cuore per tutta la vita. Il nostro era un amore a distanza ma di distanze non c’erano mai state. Era forse tutto troppo perfetto. Così perfetto che forse non meritavi di stare in questo mondo di merda!!! Ma io sicuramente non meritavo di perderti così presto e all’improvviso.

Mi hai insegnato ad essere generoso e ad agire sempre con il cuore perché sono i gesti che rimangono sempre e lasciano un segno indelebile nelle persone. Perché la cosa più bella è essere ricordati e ricambiati da chi ti vuole veramente bene e ti stima. Mi hai insegnato a non giudicare nessuno senza conoscere perché non puoi mai sapere dall’altra parte quale battaglia interiore può vivere l’altro. “Ama sempre” mi ripetevi.

Dovrei forse dire oggi che non mi manca nulla. Invece oggi mi manca ancora qualcuno che mi abbracciava come te, che mi faceva ridere come te, che mi coccolava come te e che mi teneva per mano e che mi baciava all’improvviso come facevi tu. Ma tu lo sai meglio di me che il tesoro più grande che puoi trovare qui è l’amore sincero di qualcuno che ti ama così come sei: semplicemente te stesso!!!

Questa è la foto della nostra prima serata insieme. Mi manchi tantissimo e Anche a Vittoria. Mi manca il tuo amore forte e folle.

Non smetterò mai di cercare e di ritrovare chi mi guarderà con gli stessi occhi tuoi.

Con amore per sempre. ❤️

P.S. Allenamento andato a puttane. Rifarò le gambe!!!

M.

[traaforismierotismoeironia]

Essere portata sul palmo della mano, come la cosa più preziosa, più fragile, più bella, come un tesoro da difendere ad ogni costo, da non perdere per nessuna ragione.

Essere tenuta stretta, stretta sempre.

Essere l'orgoglio di chi mi sta accanto, la fonte della gioia, una persona per cui combattere, oltre ogni limite, oltre ogni ostacolo, oltre ogni paura.

Essere io la priorità, la persona su cui non avere nemmeno un'ombra di dubbio.

Rappresentare il centro assoluto di tutto ma prima ancora del cuore. Il centro dei pensieri, delle attenzioni, della cura.

Essere il primo pensiero del mattino e l'ultimo della sera, la protagonista di ogni sogno, essere desiderata, guardata.

La persona a cui pensare immediatamente quando accade una cosa bella, con cui condividere la gioia e la rabbia, la stanchezza e la spensieratezza, i progetti, i momenti no. I ricordi del passato, il mare, l'arcobaleno, un temporale, ogni fiore sulla faccia della terra, ogni tramonto, tutte le fasi della luna.

Essere la spinta, la follia, la ragione per superare i giorni difficili, le notti senza dormire.

La nota di ogni canzone, il verso di ogni poesia, il senso delle cose che un senso sembrano non averlo.

Una persona a cui dire le cose sempre, anche quelle che non sono belle. Una persona a cui regalare parole, non silenzio. Parole sincere, non favolette. Una persona a cui non fare promesse senza sapere che possono essere mantenute.

Una persona a cui dire "ci sono io con te" e poi esserci davvero.

Una persona per cui rompere gli schemi, da non sacrificare, assolutamente da non sacrificare mai.

Non mi interessa nulla di meno di tutto questo.

Laura Messina

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Notas del diario. Casi fin de año, otra vez. El movimiento no es circular: hay que estar atento para percibir el espiral ascendente.

Durante años guardé un papelillo que no sé bien en qué ocasión, ya no recuerdo con exactitud, me regaló un tipo de esos que por alguna razón conversan con pendejas. En aquel entonces cargábamos con 12 años y yo jamás había fumado nada.

Lo guardé porque era la primera vez que tenía algo así en mis manos y me parecía un objeto prohibido; también con la idea de esconderlo de mis padres que en mi imaginación infantil preguntarían que qué hacía yo con un papelito para armar cigarros. Así es como ese rectangulito de papel, con marcas de agua en forma de guardas rezando la palabra Smoking y un dibujo de una galera acompañando el diseño, terminó dentro de una pequeña caja de fósforos de cartón con publicidad de Metalmanía, un local que quedaba por el centro, en la calle Lavalle; ese lugar fue uno de los primeros sitios lo suficientemente lejos de casa al que íbamos solas, sin adultos, a pasar las tardes y, si teníamos suerte, conseguíamos comprar alguna remera de nuestras bandas favoritas. En segundo lugar, seguí conservando el papel a lo largo de los años porque lo que sí recuerdo es que en ese momento estuve con Laura.

Y no fue hasta hace unos días que las ganas de fumarme un cigarrillo me hicieron buscar por cielo y tierra en qué lugar de la casa había alguna caja de lillos olvidada, de esas que no corrieron tanta suerte y se mojaron en una tarde de lluvia o que un amigo olvidó en alguna visita. Salir a comprar lillos no era una opción.

Mis memorias me llevaron al tesoro; lo busqué. Es un tiempo de cerrar ciclos, me digo, de motus est vita, como lo fue el momento en el que, en el antiguo hogar, se pintaron las paredes donde con témpera una vez habíamos estampado nuestras manos en festivo impulso artístico. Brindé dando mecha a un cigarrillo en su honor. Vi arder los recuerdos, casi podría decir que uno por uno, aunque algunos, supongo es inevitable, se arremolinaron inalcanzables entre las volutas de humo.