#brumos

[coolthingsguyslike]

[visualvocabulary33]

[frenchcurious]

Arrêt au stand d'Hurley Haywood (Porsche 911 Carrera RSR) du Team Brumos, futur vainqueur avec Peter Gregg des 24 Heures de Daytona 1973. - source Carros e Pilotos.

[justkeepdancing-nemo]

Oh phew.

Not that-- Nemo had sort of enjoyed the conversation! It was kind of weird, but at the same time, he thought maybe Bruce and he had more in common than he might have thought. And it definitely did feel better now, talking to Bruce and seeing him smile or laugh or think about things. He was no longer a brutal, terrifying stranger glowering toward Nemo.

Hopefully, that would make Nemo's nightmares go away. He really really hoped so.

Still, he wasn't sure he had much more to talk about either. So he smiled tentatively. "Ah, right-- yeah! It was um, good talking to you. Thanks for coming over." He waved. "I'll see you around!"

@brucewhite

I Am A Nice Shark | Brumo

[thelesworlds]

Acho que não amei o suficiente. Amei tudo que eu pude, quando pude amar mas ainda não amei o suficiente. Esses amores de perder o brumo, o rumo e ao mesmo tempo ter a certeza absoluta de estar no lugar certo. Quase todas as vezes que cheguei perto de amar assim, lembro da dor. Estranho demais pensar nisso, como assim, dor? Da dor de se sentir morrer, pq simplesmente não era mais possível viver sem amar. É preciso uma pequena morte para amar de verdade dessa forma. Você renasce inteiramente amor. Corri quando pude, me escondi, fazendo meus medos de abrigo. E sinceramente não sei lembrar de quando me senti cem por cento confortável amando. Quando você chegou, iluminou toda a sala escura só com o brilho do seu olhar. A sala escura era eu, encoberta pelo medo, e você chegou pra me lembrar que quando a gente morre de amor, despertamos para vida.

[seriouslysam8]

What happened to Brumos? Will you start to work on it? Or is it abandoned? Can you give me the summary of it too please 🙏🏻? Have a nice day

It’s not abandoned. I’m currently rereading it to see if I can find some inspiration.

[ask-team-bucciarati]

Hi skibidi :D (for Brumo)

What does skibidi mean?

-Bruno Bucciarati

[ask-doppio]

You're so skibidi, did you know that.....? like.... are you from ohio or something? cuz.... you're such a sigma rizzler..... So fanum tax..... (Sorry mod)

........... Woag.... Words ! 1loytsa them.

I cna do these Boss . Porshuto. Melonw. Fffffucking, ghiacio.

Risoto brumo f Abachio naracia... Yeah n! Trash my beautiful giel

₍^. ̫.^₎ yeah!

[yellowcry]

The brain is flooded

When Bruno was walking in the village, avoiding people, he didn't except to find Luisa, panicking over an accident. Luckily, he knew what to do in those situations.

And maybe, just maybe, one day Luisa will return a favour.

Bruno tried to move around quietly, avoiding people. He really wasn't in the mood for another vision. To be fair, he didn't even want to go out of his tower, not even mention the Casita. 

"I am scared of nothing!" Bruno reminded himself, putting his hood on. He was hunching over to make himself look smaller.

He heard a loud crack. At first, Bruno didn't want to see what was going on; it wasn't his problem, and he would only get unnecessary attention. But his intuition told him that he had to check on whatever was happening. And his intuition was rarely lying. Was it somehow related to his gift, or maybe he actually got some bit of luck? Even if it was really strange, Bruno wanted to have at least some hope, even if it was way too groundless.

Soon, he realized that there wasn't really anybody besides him and a little girl. For a second, he stared, then winced as he realized that it was Luisa. She was trembling as she hunched over next to the broken, half-painted fence. Her eyes widened, she stared at the white stockade, whispering something under her nose, breathing rapidly and shallowly.

"God!" Bruno screamed, rushing to his sobrina. He felt his heart pounding from worry, but he couldn't let his own worries get in the way of helping Luisa, as she definitely needed some help. He could never be more grateful for the lack of people, knowing that overwhelming crowd was the last thing his sobrina needed right now. There wasn't a need to know about what happened, as Bruno understood it really well.

He knew that Luisa's gift demanded all-time control. In the first few months after her ceremony, she was even more of a walking disaster than Agustin and Pepa together. Bruno remembered that most people avoided physical contact with Luisa for about two weeks after she gained her strength. But as time passed by, she seemed to maintain better control over her immense power.

Well, it might be better, but it definitely wasn't perfect.

Brumo kicked away the paintbrush that lay in front of Luisa and kneeled, putting his palm on her shoulder supportively as he whispered softly, trying to get Luisa's attention. "Luisa, can you hear me?" 

She nodded weakly, still crying. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to, I didn't..."

"Shhh, it's okay." He gently patted her head, trying to stay calm too. "Just breathe... Okay?"Breathe in, breathe out." Bruno was counting and taking deep breaths to show Luisa what she had to do. "Luisa, what do you see?" Bruno's hands were also shaking from anxiety, but after so many years, he learned not to lose his head, he couldn't let his own anxiety stand in front of Luisa's well-being.

Her breathing hitched. "What?" The voice was almost whispering, she looked at Bruno with eyes, wide as two plates.

Bruno lifted her chin a little. "Just tell me, what do you see around, please?"

Luisa pursed her trembling lips. "I... I see... you... the fence," Bruno nodded, asking to continue. Her eyes were glancing around, focusing on what she could see. "Tía's cloud... the mountains.. a donkey..."

"Good job, kiddo." Bruno gave her an awkward but honest smile, focusing on Luisa's face to keep himself steady. "How about what you can feel? I mean with your skin." His grip on Luisa's shoulder was a bit too strong, that his fingers turned white.

Bruno felt like going back to his tower for weeks, days, maybe even months.

She looked down, closing her eyes. "Y-your hand on my shoulder, my hair on my forehead..." She let out a shaking whiff, but it was better than before. "I.. I feel the sun... my blouse, the..."

Bruno put his hand in front of her. "That's enough." His sobrina nodded, biting her lip. "Now, tell me what you're hearing."

Luisa thought for a moment before speaking. "There... There's a rustle of grass; the donkeys are jaking; your voice." Luisa's body wasn't trembling anymore, as she was focusing on something else than her own feelings, which helped her to go back to reality.

Bruno nodded, patting her shoulder. "Now smells."

"There's paint, also the flowers." Luisa's voice was now pretty normal, still raw from worry, but she stopped shaking, signaling that her panic attack was getting away.

"Oh, cool! Now..." Bruno put his hand into his pocket, searching for something. "Give me your hand." Luisa smiled weakly, stretching her palm. "What can you taste?" He put a little chocolate candy in her arm.

She giggled happily, clinging to Bruno's neck. "Thank you!" He fell under a sudden weight and rolled on the young grass. Luisa was now settled down and ready to run forward again. Bruno patted her spine with an awkward smile. "I.. I didn't mean to break the fence..." Her voice was firm now but still filled with deep guilt as she hid her face in Brunk's shirt.

Luisa looked into his eyes as if she begged him to believe her. "Hey, take it easy." He shook his head, looking away to stop eye contact. "I-It's okay!" 

"But the fence..." She protested hugging him tighter, but Bruno immediately interrupted her.

Luisa's quiet and scared voice was breaking his heart. She was a child, an eight-year-old shouldn't hyperventilate from a stupid accident that meant nothing.

"It's easy to fix. It's just a fence." Bruno assured Luisa, as she was still hugging his neck.

His sobrina muttered. "I had to be careful... I just..." She sobbed into Bruno's shoulder. "I just got lost in my thoughts.".

"Hey, you can't control your mind!" Bruno chuckled nervously. "I'm getting lost in my own thoughts all the time! B-becides! You are way more important than some fence!" He shook his head, convincing his sobrina that there wasn't anything wrong. 

Luisa sighed, finally letting go. "I know... I just... I don't wanna disappoint Senõr Cuellar... I-I... I promise to help him..." She looked down in shame as if she had just caused a problem. "And then... I just..." She wiped the tears from her eyes, trembling from despair at the knowledgeably that she wasn't strong enough to control herself.

"Was it like you can't breathe?" Bruno asked, sitting up and rubbing his hair. Luisa pursed her lips and nodded weakly. "It's okay... Or, well, not really, but doesn't It happen to everyone? So... if this happens again... try to do the thing I asked you to, alright?" Bruno twisted his arms around each other, explaining. "Like trying to say what you see and feel... it's helping!"

Luisa nodded unsurely. "Okay, I'll try." She bit her lip, looking down. "What was it even?" She stared at Bruno with blank eyes, hoping to get an explanation for this overwhelming sense of fear she had just a few minutes before.

"Oh..." Bruno scratched his head nervously. "Well... Books are calling this something like a... panic attack." He shrugged unsurely, raising his voice. "Don't know why it's happening, but the thing I've done to you usually helps me."

 

Luisa nodded, proving that the grounding had indeed worked. "Can you... Can you, please, don't tell Abuela?" She looked at him with pleading eyes, her lips trembling.

He sighed, knowing that Mama wouldn't be pleased with this; she didn't like it when Bruno had those, and Luisa wouldn't be anything different. He put his fingers on his lips, showing that this secret would be saved. "Hey, I'm quiet as a mouse."

His sobrina hugged him once again, this time lifting him from the ground. Bruno gasped for air in surprise, feeling the strong arms wrapped around his body. "You're the best!" Luisa screamed, clutching him tighter but still being careful not to cause any real damage.

Bruno giggled awkwardly, patting her spine. "There you go..." 

Luisa nodded, finally letting him go. "Alright..." She rubbed her palms, getting ready to work again. "I got it; just fix the damage and go back to my chores." She let out a weak laugh as Bruno ruffled her hair. "Tíoo!" She shook her head, trying to get away. For now, Luisa was okay, and it was the main thing. Bruno really hoped that his sobrina would never need to ground herself ever again, but he didn't dare to check it with his gift.

The girl stared at the destruction once again, clutching her hands into fists. "Just... Do this. As fast as you can." She muttered quietly, which forced Bruno to realize that Luisa needed a break. She was probably working for an hour or two already.

Bruno put his hand on her shoulder. "Kiddo, do you... want some help?"

He wasn't sure why he even asked this. Maybe it was his love for the family... Or maybe he just wanted to have a reason to avoid creating another vision. Bruno loved his family, really loved, with all his heart, even if he rarely visited even family meals, let alone any other contact. But he loved his siblings, his mom, and his sobrinos. And right now he didn't want to leave Luisa alone.

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Really?" Bruno nodded weakly, and he was squeezed into another hug a second later.

"I'd like it!" Luisa screamed in happiness. People usually didn't offer help to her, which made this little gesture even more important. "I didn't know you know how to fix fences."

"Uhh..." Bruno scratches the back of his head. "I don't." There was a bit of silence. "I will be happy to learn this skill." He promised, knowing that his sobrina was pretty good in the repair of different kinds of things, even if he always thought that she was way too young for this.

"Oh, okay." Luisa got off him. "At first we need to..."

[hammerhead-metal]

BRUMO

[cricinfo1]

AFC Asian Cup 2023 India vs Australia Match Highlights

In a fiercely contested Group B encounter at the AFC Asian Cup 2023, Australia emerged victorious with a 2-0 win over India in Doha. The Socceroos showcased their tactical superiority and clinical finishing, while India demonstrated resilience and determination but ultimately fell short. /
First Half: Defensive Resilience from India The first 45 minutes were a battle of strategies, with India executing a disciplined defensive game plan to neutralize Australia’s attacking threats. Key Players: Brumo Fornaroli and Mathew Leckie tested India’s backline with their skill and pace, but India’s defenders, led by Sandesh Jhingan, stood firm. Midfield Battle: India’s midfield disrupted Australia’s rhythm, with Anirudh Thapa and Sahal Abdul Samad covering ground and intercepting key passes. Stalemate: Despite Australia’s dominance in possession, India’s organized defensive setup ensured the first half ended 0-0.
Second Half: Australia’s Precision Seals the Game The match came alive in the second half as Australia capitalized on their chances while India missed crucial opportunities. 69′ – Missed Chance for India: A defensive lapse from Australia gifted India a golden opportunity to equalize, but the shot was narrowly off target, leaving fans in disbelief. 72′ – Goal: Jordan Bos: The breakthrough came when Bos struck a well-placed shot into the net after a slick passing move by Australia. This goal shifted the momentum decisively in favor of the Socceroos. 81′ – Gurpreet’s Heroics: India’s goalkeeper, Gurpreet Singh Sandhu, made a stunning save from a Fornaroli free-kick, keeping hopes alive momentarily.
Late Tactical Changes by India In the 88th minute, coach Igor Štimac made bold substitutions, bringing in Naorem Mahesh Singh and Vikram Pratap Singh for Sunil Chhetri and Lallianzuala Chhangte to energize the attack. Despite the fresh legs, India couldn’t break through Australia’s defense.
Final Whistle: Lessons for India The match ended with a 2-0 scoreline in favor of Australia, leaving India with several takeaways: Defensive Positives: The Blue Tigers showed they could withstand high-pressure situations for extended periods. Room for Improvement: India must sharpen their finishing and capitalize on opposition mistakes to remain competitive in the tournament.
What’s Next for India? India faces a tough road ahead in Group B, with fixtures against New Zealand and Bangladesh. These matches are crucial for the team to keep their knockout stage hopes alive. Upcoming Matches: India vs. New Zealand: January 11, 2023 India vs. Bangladesh: January 16, 2023 Fans are hopeful for a strong response from the Blue Tigers, and updates on their performance can be tracked live on platforms like ESPN Live Score. For more detailed match predictions and insights, visit cricinfo.cc and stay updated with the latest analysis, stats, and expert opinions.

More: https://cricinfo.cc/australias-qualification-scenarios-can-they-secure-their-spot-in-the-wtc-2025-final/

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[frenchcurious]

Peter Gregg et Hurley Haywood - Porsche 911 Carrera RSR 2.8 - Brumos Racing Team - vainqueurs des 24 heures de Daytona 1973. - source Porsche Museum.

[postress]

Receta de postre de limón🥧

Ingredientes:

Jugo de 6 limones

4 paquetes de Galletas Marías

1 lata de leche condensada

1 lata de leche evaporada

Ralladura al gusto de limón o nuez

Pasos:

1-La leche evaporada y la leche condensada de disuelven juntas sin que queden brumos.

2-Agregamos el jugo de los limones pasándolo por un colador, para evitar semillas, debemos estar revolviendo, ya que el limón empezara a cortar las leches y dará como resultado una mezcla espesa.

3-En un molde preferentemente de vidrio, ponemos una capa de galletas y las cubrimos con la mezcla de las leches con limón, volvemos a poner una capa de galletas y más mezcla, repetimos este paso hasta terminar con las galletas y la mezcla de leches y limón.

4-Sobre la última capa pondremos la ralladura de limón o la nuez, como sea el gusto.

5-Por último metemos por una hora aproximadamente nuestro postre al refrigerador y listo.

[seriouslysam8]

Hi Sam,

I finally caught up with Brumos and while I’d love Tegan and Sirius dynamic, I’d rather love Blackinnons. It’s a ship that I didn’t know I need. I know Sirius had a lot on his mind now (Siriously Voldemort? WTF?!), but he needs to take off his head from his arse because poor Marlene she needs him. I think they need each others, he is the only one to help her have her memories back and she is the only one to help him get through this shit. I know it’s not easy for Sirius, but I hope Remus can talk to him.

All of this just to say thank you for your sharing and you’re an amazing writer and if I can have some blackinnon out of nowhere, I appreciate. 😬

Have a good day

I’ve said this in a lot of review replies over the past month… but the only way Sirius gets help is if he reaches rock bottom. His mental health, his alcoholism, his stress is all mounting in October. Let’s just say chapter thirty-four is entitled Halloween. It’s a doozy.

As for Sirius and his little love triangle, although it’s more like a flat fucking line where he’s just chilling in the middle and gravitating to whatever makes him forget his problems for awhile, I will say nothing on that.

Sirigan? Blackinnon? Who knows? But either way, Sirius isn’t ready for anything more than a good fucking right now.