#ella ❤

[mistninja]

okay i have a few:

top 3 fantasy novels?

choose fitzchivalry farseer or vin venture (alliterative gang!)

YEAHHHH

Top 3 fantasy novels:

Small Gods by Terry Pratchett! Its such a fun little adventure very isolated from the rest of the discworld and its so heartwarming... the entire point is that heaven and hell are other people!!! The final scene with Death makes me sob :')

Fool's Errand by Robin Hobb, i think its my favorite RotE book so far... the gay romcom of it all ugh fitz and the fool are so in love in that book it makes me sick (affectionate)

Baptism of Fire by Sapkowski..... you know what i mean... book of all time.....

I need to read more standalone fantasy lol its hard to pick individual faves!!

Godddd this is so hard!! I read mistborn when i was 12 and i think Vin was very influential for me, shes a character that i resonate deeply with and shes probably the best sanderson female character (low bar but still lmao) BUT god i havent stopped thinking about fitz for the past 3 years he has possessed me!!! I love him so much and hes the most character ever like everything that someone can go through he has gone through jshsnzksnsks he contains the entire human experience <3

[chicamedusita]

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[dannyboy1920]

Ella Purnell

[nova2cosmos]

I remember I made a drawing of them having a picnic a bit ago and it made me want to draw this quick sketch/meme thing. It looks terrible, but it's just a sketch after all.

Wheeze I LOVE THIS SM!!!XD

look at them badass!!

go found this squirrel >:]

thank you for the draw it's really Nice <33

[half-lightl]

I'm so honored 😭😭😭😭😭

[latinotiktok]

Propaganda:

Reigen

-Reigen me recuerda a mi tío dominicano

-Reigen. Tiene ideas de negocios que seguramente ayudan a la economia de la region.

-reigen es colombiano he would thrive here tiene malicia indigena le pelearia a una viejita por el puesto en el transmi se pararia en el centro al frente de monserrate a venderle chucherias a los gringos sería popular con las señoras y entre ellas mi mamá se identificaria con shakira conocio a serizawa en la primera de mayo he is everything ❤

-reigen es argentino (y cordobes) no tengo pruebas pero tampoco dudas

-Reigen tiene al menos una gotita de argentino en la sangre es literal la palabra trolo encarnada solo mirenlo

-Reigen de mob psycho 100 es caracteristico por ser un chanta y hablar moviendo mucho las manos. este hombre es argentino y nadie me puede convencer de lo contrario

-Reigen. Tiene alma d latino

-reigen arataka simplemente es cierto

-Arataka Reigen. ¿Han visto al tipo? Vive en un estado de constante desvergue que tiene un marcado sabor latine.

-Arataka Reigen é literalmente o estereótipo do malandro brasileiro, ele é um dos caras que trancou a faculdade em São Paulo e decidiu virar maloqueiro

-Reigen. Iba a decir que es chilango pero me convencieron que es argentino, me da risa en la tele pero si lo veo en la calle le saco la vuelta

#reigen genuinamente uno de los personajes mas latinos del mundo

#I fully believe Reigen could survive brasil#And I do not believe that for almost anyone

#reigen is Colombian fr

#su doblaje latam me ha convencido que reigen es latino#mob también

#i dont even watch mob mentally ill 100 but if reigen got honorary argentine brasileiro and colombian citizenship it has to be for something

#o cara SIMPLESMENTE vence tudo na lábia se o homi conhecesse Augustinho Carrara eles iam ou abrir um esquema de pirâmide ou iam#se odiar charlatão que rouba charlatão tem mil anos de sabão

Simon Petrikov

-Simon Petrikov por morenito lindo

-Simón petrikov 1)pq me da la gana 2) pq cuando era el rey helado le dijo a gunther reggetonero en el doblaje latino y si el rey helado es parte simon, ¿como un gringo va a saber lo que es un reggetonero a menos que simon petrikov sea latine? 3) esta lleno de trauma y latam esta lleno de trauma, it fits.

-Rey helado/Simon Petrikov, le gusta que lo dominen las viejas, el vore y se follaría a sí mismo. Demasiado caótico para ser gringo

Simon Petrikov de adventure time. Mira, me vale verga que tenga apellido ruso, yo se que el es mexicano because I feel it

#GUNTHER TE HICISTE REGGEATONERO

#el Simón es un académico fracasado no hay nada más latinoamericano#o sea he visto treinta como esos en el CEA

[gyancastle]

❤♦️Harley practically adopted the kid♠️♣️. She's like the daughter she never knew she had with Pamela.

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Versión en español 👇🏻

❤♦️Harley prácticamente adoptó a la ni��a♠️♣️. Ella es como la hija que nunca supo que tuvo con Pamela.

[chicasullen]

ella solo intenta ser feliz

tropezando está ˟̑*̑❤︎*̑˟̑

[orientarla]

ella agudiza mis sentidos ͜ᩘ❀໋ ❤︎‎

[throneofsapphics]

A rowaeling x reader where she's been mysteriously sick for months and is getting weaker and weaker and they can't spend much time with her because of their duties the one day she calls for them because she knows she's dying?! Like she dies in their arms?!🥺

Love your writing and sorry for any mistake English is not my first language🥰❤

no time left to waste

Rowaelin x Reader

Summary: you keep a deadly secret 

Warnings: angst, death 

A/N: thank you for the request! please don't apologize

They were busy, the Queen and King of Terrasen, for gods sake. You couldn’t bother them over a small stomach bug, something that would get better in time. The times you did get to see them, it wasn’t worth bothering them about - not when you have so little precious time together.

“What’s this?” Rowan asked, snatching a small empty bottle. Something you’d experimented with, some new herbs you found in the library that could’ve helped. 

“A return,” you gave him a small smile. You do run an apothecary. Not really a medical center, you weren’t a healer but you could make small potions and tonics for people. 

He sniffed it. “It’s different.” 

“Trying something new,” you hedged.

“Is that safe?” Aelin asked from your couch. 

You let out a low laugh, “I’ve been consulting healers over it.” You’d been referencing healing texts so far, but not the healers themselves. It was close enough to the truth they didn’t pick up on your lie. Your answer satisfied them and Rowan placed the bottle back down, tugging you over to sit next to Aelin instead. You fought your exhale of relief. 

-

It was getting worse, even you could tell. The few friends you had did too - but you played it off as a small bug and settled on visiting them less. The further you pulled away … if anything happened, that would hurt them less, you tried to reason to yourself. After a few months, you finally visited a healer, a close friend of yours - swearing them to secrecy. Several times a week, she would drop by to check on you - Ella insisted she come visit you instead. 

“It’s nothing contagious,” she’d said - to your relief. “We’ll keep monitoring your progress.” Grief shone in her eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to tell anyone?” 

“I’m sure.” Your voice was more confident than you felt. Her mouth curved into a frown, and you grasped her hand - realizing how pale your skin had grown. “Please,” you didn’t need to explain what. 

“Not without your permission.” 

-

All of your strength was saved for their visits, putting on the best front you could. 

“You’ve been busy,” Rowan remarked - a line of vials on your sink. You cursed yourself, you meant to clean or hide those earlier. 

“Winter sickness is hitting early.” 

August, normally it wouldn’t pick up until late September. He didn’t question it. You almost wished he would. 

After they left, it settled into you that you likely wouldn’t see another solstice. Wouldn’t make it to your twenty second birthday. Tears streamed down your face and you debated calling them. Two weeks, they’d said - it would be another two weeks before you could see them again. So much could happen in that time. But, you’d dug your own hole and maybe ripping it off like a bandage would be better. 

Ella came by the next day. “If,” you swallowed - fighting the tightness in your throat. “When,” her face fell. She knew the truth as much as you did. “It happens, tell them it was sudden. Please.” 

“I can’t lie to them,” she whispered. It’s the truth - they’d pick out the lie no matter what. 

You reached for a paper, and started writing. Tears still on your face, you sealed it. Ella took it wordlessly.

-

Aelin, just finishing a meeting - received an urgent summons. She rolled her eyes. Everyone seemed to be urgent today - everyone wanted a piece of them. The last week and a half had been grueling, and she and Rowan were looking forward to seeing you. She regretted not being able to visit more, but they did come by as much as they could justify without neglecting their duties. 

A month or so ago, she’d brought up you moving in with them - but you’d denied her offer, explaining you needed your space for your business. Maybe she could ask again. 

Rowan spoke quietly to the messenger. A slight panic, only one she would recognize, showed in his eyes as he turned to her. Y/n, her healer friend sent a message - she’s severely ill. 

Aelin snatched the paper. Severely had been underlined - three times. The hell with the rest of the day, you had never called on them before. She’d leave Aedion to make an excuse for their absence. 

-

You’d finally given the go ahead to Ella, and she rushed to find a messenger - a strongly worded letter in hand. She was panicking, regret rushing through her mind. Why had she let out convince her to keep it a secret? You’d been friends for longer than she could remember - childhood friends. Now, you were on the brink of death and there wasn’t a damned thing you could do about it. Torre healers would be too late - but she’d trained there, and knew there wasn’t anything else to be done. Still, she’d combed every text she could get her hands on over the last few months, consulted with all sorts of healers and nothing. 

She held the door open and the Queen and King rushed her, her knees trembling slightly. The Queen rushed right to you, a faint smile on your lips as you laid out on the couch. She watched as she fell to her knees before you, hands gripping the sides of your face in panic. 

“What happened?” The King asked her, and she told him everything - handing the letter over. He tossed it on the table, not reading it yet, and she slipped out to give you some space, and get herself out of the direct line of fire. 

-

Rowan relayed what happened to her, not daring to speak any of it aloud. Days at the most, the healer had said. How had he not noticed? All of the experiments going on, how you grew weaker. You looked so small, so much tinier than he could remember. Your face had lost some color, eyes more hollow. 

“Why?” he asked. 

“I … you had too much going on.” She said, teeth digging into her bottom lip. He couldn’t find the words to reply. 

Aelin started rushing out words, about bringing different healers over - places they could take you, but you held up a hand. 

“We’ve tried everything.” Everything - over several months. Gods, it hurts. That you thought they would think their work and duties were more important than you. More important than  spending time with you, being there for you through this. He should’ve known. 

Aelin tried to argue with you, but he laid a hand on her shoulder. “I believe you.” He said - and relief flooded through you in a massive wave. Aelin glared at him, but he fixed her with a look; if we only have days, don’t waste them fighting. Aelin’s eyes widened. She was still upset - angry, might be for a while. Gods know he was, but he’d be angry later. Not now, that’s not the memories he wants you to have of them. 

-

“I’m not immortal,” you said - and they both stiffened, “it would’ve happened eventually.”

Aelin only picked you up - wrapping one arm under your knees, the other around your back, and carried you off to your bed. 

They spent all the hours left tucked into bed with you, holding you close - tears falling from all of you. 

You knew exactly when it was happening, and the shuddering breaths tipped them off. 

“No no no no,” Aelin chanted, running a hand over your head, “not yet, please” 

Rowan was a silent and steady presence. 

“It’s time,” you managed to croak out. 

“I love you.” Aelin had never said the words before. Rowan repeated it. So did you. 

It was a prayer and chant on the Queen’s lips, a deathbed declaration - leaving any regrets behind. Rowan ran gentle fingers through your head, Aelin brushed her hands over your cheeks. 

You let your eyes close as you drifted off, a smile on your lips and your last words - three you’d wanted to say for years. Better late than never.

-

Two months later, Rowan and Aelin managed to open your letter. Rowan took extra care, cutting the seal as delicately as he could. He didn't want to damage it, to risk destroying anything of this last ... gift, you'd left behind for them.

I’m sorry. I insisted to keep it a secret.

I know you’re angry and hurt. 

If I didn’t get to say it, I love you with everything in me. 

The text grew shaky at the end - like writing this was difficult enough. She did, her handwriting and her scent lingered. He brought it to his face, breathing in you. Aelin laid her head on his shoulder.

[mistninja]

shonen girls, realm of the elderlings, and pirate media!

WAHHH i love that im turning into the pirate person kshsnzksmzns

[cupcek]

Ella es una chica delicada y astuta. ❤︎ ᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜ᰯ 🍀🍡

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[pasitamay]

Soy una de ellas ❤❤❤

[granddaughter-of-shaokahn]

💞Being Mitsuri Kanroji's younger sister💞

Resumen: Eres el hermano/hermana menor de Mitsuri

Tipo:Platonic

Fandom:Kny

Advertencia: Ninguna

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DIOS QUIERO QUE SEA MI HERMANA

Mucho amor por parte de Mitsuri

Digo te ama mucho

un palabra COSQUILLAS

Comen panqueques juntas

prepárate para cocinar con ella

A ella le gusta peinar tu cabello

A veces bromea sobre que te unas al cuerpo para encontrar un amante también, pero en el fondo preferiría que te mantuvieras alejado de todo eso ):

Cuando Mitsuri no tiene nada que hacer ella siempre está a tu lado

No te gustan mucho las anejas que tiene en su finca pero ella te enseño a manejarlas y tener rica miel

Al ser la menor ella es muy protectora

Probablemente te allá entrenado ella o Rengoku

Muy amable y comprensiva

Orgullo de su hermanita

Iguro es tu amigo

Bueno al principio no, pensó que eras un chico que era cercano a Mitsuri y se puso celoso. Té miro con una mirada fria y amenazador, hasta que Mitsuri te presento como su hermana/hermano

El se puso rojo y te pidió disculpas, pero te costo un poco perdonarlo

té llevas muy bien con Rengoku es como tu hermano también

[pascaloverx]

Rewrite The Stars

Chapter Sixteen — Season Two

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

Notes:

In this chapter, we have an extra character called Enzo, whom I'd like you to imagine as the actor Enzo Vogrincic. And for those who enjoy the fanfic, I appreciate if you reblog or like. To the readers who supported a new season of this fanfic, my heartfelt thanks. I will be writing more chapters like this one or even shorter, as long as you continue to engage and enjoy what I'm writing. Let me know what you think of the new chapter, and happy reading to all of you ❤

chapter fifteen chapter seventeen

Sleeping next to Pedro has been one of the best things in the world. It's even hard for you to go to work every day since Pascal returned from filming. You’re actually savoring your last moments with Pascal, as in a few hours, he’ll be heading to another state to film a guest appearance on a TV series.

"And if we just stay like this for the rest of the week…" Pascal murmurs with his eyes still closed, and you smile. For you, a lifetime like this would be heaven on earth.

"Your suggestion forgets that we both have important professional commitments. But the thought of spending more time with you is tempting. How about dinner tonight?" you say as you try to muster the strength to get up.

"If you finally let me do the cooking. I swear I've been practicing a lot for my role in that culinary show. You'll see, I'll be the best cook on that show," Pascal says as he gets up to go to the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth. You start getting things ready for breakfast.

"You know they're not actually going to force you to cook, right? But I totally support you making our food. In fact, I'm all for you cooking here," you say loudly enough for Pascal to hear. You can hear his laughter from the kitchen as you finish making pancakes for the two of you to enjoy.

"Of course I know they're not going to make me cook, but I want to know what I'll be doing even if it's for the cameras," he says while still in the shower. The sound of the running water makes it difficult for you to hear him clearly.

You prepare the entire breakfast while waiting for Pedro to finish his shower, playing the song "Cheek to Cheek" and swaying gently to the music. You don't even notice when Pedro approaches, taking you by the waist and dancing with you. You lean your face against Pascal's, and in silence, you both dance while the breakfast cools on the table.

"I want this every day," Pedro whispers near your ear, making you shiver as you hear his voice so close and feel his beard lightly brushing against your neck.

"I thought we had already made it clear that we can't abandon our professional lives to live in a bubble of love, Mr. Pascal," you say, looking him in the eyes, and then he gives you a kiss on the lips. A sweet and passionate kiss.

"I'm actually talking about making our life as a couple something more official. You know, like in a marriage proposal, for example," Pascal catches you off guard, causing you to stop dancing and stare at him until you figure out if he's serious.

"Would that be your indirect way of asking me to marry you?" You ask, feeling a bit embarrassed. It would be crazy to believe that he would want to marry you, right?

"I'm asking you to become an official part of my life. Maybe that involves a church and a priest or a simple ceremony. But yes, indirectly, I'm asking if you would like to marry me." He asks so casually that it startles you. He even laughs a little at your reaction. But you can't believe what's happening.

"Are you aware that our wedding means dealing with the media going crazy because of you and my mother freaking out because of me, right? Just letting you know it's not going to be easy." You say, finding it even funny how he doesn't seem worried at all.

"I'm fully aware of what our marriage would entail, but have you ever stopped to think that we would be husband and wife? That officially, every day we're not working, we'll be coming home to each other? To me, it sounds like a win-win situation." Pedro says, kissing the corner of your mouth and smiling. His positivity is enviable.

"Don't you think it would be rushing things? We've only been in a real relationship for a few months…" You try to think of other reasons why this might be a bad idea, but nothing else comes to mind.

"So now that you're done being pessimistic, do you want to tell me if you're going to marry me or not?" Pedro asks in a playful tone, and you look at him with half-closed eyes, but then laugh and kiss him.

"I'll marry you. But on the condition that you're the one who tells my mom," you say between kisses, and Pascal smiles. You can't believe you're going to become Mrs. Pascal.

tag: @wanniiieeee , @hungrhay and @leilanixx

[latinotiktok]

Propaganda:

Reigen

-Reigen me recuerda a mi tío dominicano

-Reigen. Tiene ideas de negocios que seguramente ayudan a la economia de la region.

-reigen es colombiano he would thrive here tiene malicia indigena le pelearia a una viejita por el puesto en el transmi se pararia en el centro al frente de monserrate a venderle chucherias a los gringos sería popular con las señoras y entre ellas mi mamá se identificaria con shakira conocio a serizawa en la primera de mayo he is everything ❤

-reigen es argentino (y cordobes) no tengo pruebas pero tampoco dudas

-Reigen tiene al menos una gotita de argentino en la sangre es literal la palabra trolo encarnada solo mirenlo

-Reigen de mob psycho 100 es caracteristico por ser un chanta y hablar moviendo mucho las manos. este hombre es argentino y nadie me puede convencer de lo contrario

-Reigen. Tiene alma d latino

-reigen arataka simplemente es cierto

-Arataka Reigen. ¿Han visto al tipo? Vive en un estado de constante desvergue que tiene un marcado sabor latine.

-Arataka Reigen é literalmente o estereótipo do malandro brasileiro, ele é um dos caras que trancou a faculdade em São Paulo e decidiu virar maloqueiro

-Reigen. Iba a decir que es chilango pero me convencieron que es argentino, me da risa en la tele pero si lo veo en la calle le saco la vuelta

Catra

Catra y Adora de She-Ra (brarg en ese orden). La actriz que hace la voz de Adora es latina, pero eso no importa mucho la cosa es que manejan el amor-odio más Brarg que existe, el verdadero brarg yuri.

Yo también quería nominar a Adora (she-ra) como argentina por los loles, una vez leí un fic au donde jugaba al fútbol Y LE YANKI QUE LO ESCRIBIÓ LA HIZO ESPAÑOLA. ME SENTÍ COMPLETAMEMTE VULNERADA. ME ROBÓ A MANO ARMADA. Anyway la propaganda de la nominación brarg con Catra es más graciosa que lo que se me hubiera ocurrido a mí

Catra (Felina) de She-ra and the Princesses of Power. Ela tem complexo de inferioridade e uma tendência fascista destrutiva, mas no final ela tem um redemption arc, ela é legal e passa pro lado certo. Além disso ela adoraria usar Havaianas com certeza.