#sofía and javier

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That's why Alfredo will assist him.

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Adriana Ugarte by © Javier Biosca

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JAVIER TRIAS: «QUE US BOMBIN A TOTS». A TI EL PRIMERO General de División (R.) Rafael Dávila Álvarez

Quería ser alcalde de Barcelona o algo así, sin democracia, porque sí, sin más; quería y quiere ser alguien porque ser Donnadie le parece poca cosa. Y como no lo ha sido: «Que os den». No me doy por aludido. ¿Ustedes? Algunos no olvidamos su poca cosa para dar, su falta de talla moral y española, por tanto su escasa talla catalana. Ni para dar ni para alcalde de Barcelona; que hasta lo ha sido…

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drabble idea - javi and reader at some family/friends party before the kids, maybe engaged already and reader is holding a cousins baby or something. Javi isn’t with her and when he enters the room he’s awestruck. He already knew he wanted kids with her and a family but just seeing her bouncing the baby while laughing at something someone is saying just completely takes his breath away.

Baby (Drabble)

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A/N: This is so incredibly adorable, and of course, I will make this come true for you, Anon. I hope you enjoy 💖🫶

Summary: Javier spots you at a party with a baby in your arms. Suddenly, he knows what he wants.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: Tooth-rotting fluff, baby fever, lovelovelove.

Word count: 1k

Baby

Amidst the lively chatter of a family gathering, Javier looks for you in the living room after having had a beer with his father outside on the terrace.

He passes by several tías who pinch his cheeks and compliment his choice of shirt to which he gives you the credit. They call him handsome, and he charms them back as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“No wonder you ended up with such a catch, Javi,” one of them says, referring to you. She nods in your direction but he still cannot see you for all the people having gathered in the tiny house, can’t hear your voice either in between bursts of laughter and screen doors opening and closing. 

He starts to make his way in your direction, craving your gentle touch when he starts to feel overwhelmed by these kinds of things. On his way, he ruffles the hair of one of his nephews who shows him a stack of colorful football cards. 

“Very cool,” he says genuinely as he looks over the boy’s shoulder. He hasn’t been home in so long that he isn’t up to date with the local team anymore, otherwise he would have mentioned that. 

“I’m only missing a few of my favorite team,” his nephew replies excitedly and it earns him another hair ruffle. Javier continues through the crowd afterward. 

There you are, he thinks to himself, and just when he is about to approach you, all the wind is knocked out of him because you are in the middle of a conversation, laughing at something that is being said, and you have Sofía, his cousin’s daughter, on your hip. 

He stops in his tracks, freezing to the spot to watch you. At that moment, he knows that he wants to build a family with you. It becomes so clear as he observes you naturally talk to the baby on your arm, smiling widely down at her only to giggle when you receive a grin right back. He catches a glimpse of the future and the incredible mother you could be and on top of that, the incredible mother that he wants to make you. 

It isn’t that he has never had the thought of starting a family with you before but seeing you navigate having a child in your arms so effortlessly makes him grasp how real and possible it is that it’ll one day be his child you are holding.

A few children run past him, shouting loudly as they chase each other and the noise pulls him out of his trance. All the other grownups have faded into the background, and it seems that his brain can only think of kids, bedtime stories, coloring books, and parent-teacher conferences. His head swims.

Even more so when the noise also makes you look up and catch his eye. You smile at him and it tugs at something in his chest. He needs to be close to you, taking longer steps than normal to get to you quicker.

“Hello fiancée,” he says when he approaches and kisses you softly. You say hello back but seem busy staring down at the baby in your arms. He turns his attention to the little bundle of joy, reaching out to twist the soft hairs on top of her head until it is standing up in a spiral, “Y hola a tí, Sofía, ¿Cómo estás? (And hello to you, Sofía. How are you?)” 

Sofía gurgles at getting further attention. She swings her little fists. 

“Your cousin just asked me if I could take her for a moment,” you explain with a shy smile, bouncing Sofía on your hip. She smiles widely up at you, squealing with delight as you make a face at her, “And you are so cute, aren’t you? Oh, look at her little tuft of hair.”

Javier adores you. He watches Sofía reach out for your earring, trying to yank on it and you grab her little hand but never once look irritated. Instead, you let her hold onto your fingers instead and say something gentle again. 

“We should make one,” he announces quietly so only you can hear it, leaning closer to you to keep the conversation private. You look up immediately but still tickle at Sofía’s tiny palm. 

“A baby?” You ask with wide eyes. It’s a little louder than you intended, and a few heads turn to look at you. You lower your voice, clearing your throat at first, “A baby?”

“Sí, mi amor (yes, my love),” he snakes an arm around your back to rest his hand on your hip, “A dozen of them actually.”

“We’re getting married next year,” you tut, shaking your head as if he is being ridiculous, “I’m not looking like someone who swallowed a soccer ball in my wedding dress.”

“You could wear an old football jersey and I would still marry you,” he kisses the side of your head, “¿Pero qué no (but why not)?” 

“One thing at a time,” you say with a nervous chuckle. Then you shift Sofía in your arms, “Can you take her? I am so damn thirsty.”

“Sure, bring her here,” he holds out his arms, “C’mere, Princesa (princess).”

The transfer is so smooth that one would think you have done it before. He gets a tiny hand in his face, Sofía feeling his cheek. 

“Be right back,” you say with a sweet smile, “Both of you.”

One thing at a time, you said. However, with the way you turn back to watch him with Sofía in his arms as you head for the drinks table, he knows that this is what you want too.

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Make me choose between things : @mushroomwriter asked Raúl/Sofía or Natalia/Javier

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Week 1: Introductions

I've spent all night trying to make a nice character sheet for Javi on canva and h a t i n g it so you're just getting this ig

☀️Javier 'Javi' Rivera ☀️He/him ☀️June 7th (couple months older than the triplets) ☀️5’10’’ ☀️Brown eyes, tanned skin, red-brown hair ☀️Incredibly gay

"A himbo is the human version of a golden retriever — beautiful, incredibly well-intentioned, and dumb."

Golden retriever boy who gets into trouble on purpose. Big of heart, dumb of ass. Very protective of those he loves, and has very little sense of self-preservation.

Parents are Sofía and Tomás Rivera. His sister Carmen is four, almost five years older than Javi. His mother is a seamstress and his father a carpenter. They were from the same village as Alma and Pedro, and fled the violence with their group.

At around six years old, he developed an (unnamed, unspecified but drawing inspiration from childhood cancers) sickness that left him gravely ill, the worst period being when he was seven. It was very touch and go and uncertain if he would survive during this period - without Julieta’s gift, he would not have made it.

Due to his illness he grew up very sheltered, with only his sister, and in time Julieta as friends. As Juli’s power grew so did its effects on Javier, and by the time they are about twelve, his illness is generally manageable and not something that greatly affects his day to day life. By the time he is an adult, he is essentially “cured”. Javi is aware that he would not be alive if not for Julieta, so he considers her one of his dearest friends.

Javi grows into a very rambunctious and mischievous teenager (and, if we're being honest, adult), basically deciding to make up for a decade's worth of lost time and shenanigans. He desperately wants to be liked, but he has a tendency to be a little overwhelming - he is loud, brash and definitely has the Too Much Gene, but he has a heart of gold and loyal to a fault.

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𓅨 Fortuna: Chapter Five

Fortuna: Born with what seemed to be the worst luck in the world, you have managed to get into, and out of, life-threatening situations all your life. That is until the plague of 1514. You had escaped Mother Death countless times before, but not this time. Mother Death has taken a liking to you, and with your kindling relationship, you become that which historians whisper about. You are the great Fortuna, Goddess Incarnate of luck, and ruler over fortune and fate. No one could have anticipated what your ties with Death would bring you: Pain. Torture. Death. Love.

Warnings: Emotional Breakdown, That Scene, Blood, Murder, Gore, Death. 

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x ImmortalSpanish!Reader, Reader’s nickname is Fortuna. Fortuna is the Roman Goddess of personified luck and ruler over fortune and fate.

Word Count: ~2.0k

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1926

You were picking wildflowers in the field just past your village, placing them in the basket you had brought with you upon departing from your cottage. You had tulips, gladiolus, and lavender… at the moment you were picking honeysuckle. It smelled heavenly and brought a smile to your lips from the memories of your mother filling the cottage with bunches of sweet-smelling flowers. You placed the honeysuckle in your basket and rose to your feet, basket in hand. As you turned back towards the village, one of the little girls in the village ran up to you. Her face was dirty and her dress ripped, but the smile on her face shone so brightly it rivaled that light of the sun. Peering down at her, you raised your eyebrow. 

“Please tell me you weren’t roughhousing with the boys again, Sofía,” You chided her, eyeing the rips on her dress more closely. “You know your mother can’t keep sewing your kirtle back together, she struggles enough with your brothers outgrowing their clothing.” Sofía kicked out her barefoot and didn’t look the least apologetic. You took that as a yes, she had been roughhousing with the boys again, but the stubborn little girl was not going to apologize for it. She reminded you of yourself. 

“Alejandro and Javier said I couldn’t play with them because I wouldn’t be able to keep up… so I proved them wrong.” Ah, yes, that would do it. Sofía, when told she couldn’t do something, tended to do it anyways just to prove that she could. You set the basket of flowers down and tried to neaten Sofía’s hair a little so her mother wouldn’t be as cross… but there wasn’t much you could do about her ripped dress. You looked up into Sofía’s brown eyes with your eyebrows raised. 

“I think your brothers were taunting you, Sofía,” She scowled at you and you chuckled. Then your eyes caught sight of someone leaning against one of the buildings in the village, watching you. You looked back to Sofía and held her hands. “Why don’t you run home before you get into any more trouble and give your mother even more grey hairs, yes?” Sofía huffed, but agreed and darted off. You picked up your basket of flowers and walked over to where Morpheus was leaning. “You know you could say hello, she doesn’t bite… that much.” Morpheus chuckled at your words and raised a dark eyebrow. 

“I could, but I enjoy watching you with the little ones.” He slowly drew out, his lips twitching and his voice, once again, making you shiver in delight. That was a secret of yours you were bound and determined to keep: you loved his voice. It was his secret vice to just watch you putter around your dream in happiness. Your smile was blinding and he had long since fallen in love with it. Well, he had long since fallen in love with you. You gave Morpheus a frank snort and tapped your basket absentmindedly. 

“Alright then, stay in your shadows, Dream Lord,” You teased him. “I would offer you coffee to drink but seeing as you never actually drink any…” Morpheus smirked at your jab. 

“I do not need sustenance, Fortuna,” You rolled your eyes and mumbled under your breath about his rather unadventurous lifestyle. Your muttered words only amused Morpheus further as he followed you back to your cottage, in stride with yours. Entering the cottage, you set the basket of flowers on the kitchen table and started gathering a bunch to put into a glass. They would be a nice addition to your simple kitchen. As you did so, Morpheus watched you carefully, noting that ever so often your face would scrunch in slight pain and you would shift your weight. He dropped his eyes to your hidden ankle. Even in dreams the old wound still gave you grief. “Fortuna,” He broached. You paused what you were doing and looked at him in curiosity. 

“Is something wrong, Morpheus?” Morpheus tilted his head to the side and eyed the lone chair in the room. 

“I should like you to sit down.” He spoke. You didn’t need to question why he asked you such a question. There wasn’t anything you could hide from him. So setting the flowers down, you made a spectacle of sitting down as asked, exaggerating your movement. Morpheus raised an eyebrow at you, amused by your response. Once seated, you tilted your head to the side and smiled innocently. 

“Is there anything else you should like me to do, my lord?” Morpheus chuckled at your facetious comment. 

“I fear you have been on your ankle far too long,” Morpheus spoke, lowering himself to one knee and reaching for your aching limb. He pulled your foot free of your skirts and lightly ran his fingers over your scarred flesh. His touch eased the ache and you sighed. “You should be taking more breaks, do not cause yourself pain you do not need to suffer,” Morpheus said, his star-like eyes peering into yours. You chewed on the edge of your lip and looked back down at the ankle he held. 

“Well I’m not doing it on purpos—“ You were jarred from your dream, jerking slightly in Morpheus’s arms. Your head, which had been resting on his shoulder as you slept, lifted as you blinked in confusion. What caused you to wake up? You had slept like a rock in the past decade thanks to Morpheus. Not only did he cradle you gently within his arms day and night, but he kept you from turning to ice with his body heat. You had no idea how he stayed so warm in the cold basement, never seeming to be affected by the environment you both were stuck in. Morpheus had also long since adopted a grasp on your body to give you the best chance of modesty from the guards that constantly watched you both. 

In the ten years, you had been trapped with Morpheus, your ankle had healed, leaving you with an unsightly scar wrapping around the circumference of your skin, and your relationship with the Endless had been kindled to one strong enough that he had asked you to call him Morpheus. You did, and it was perhaps one of the few things that brought a smile to his lips during your dreams. In fact, you were the only thing that 

gave the Endless any type of positive feeling. Your burning refusal to bow to Roderick Burgess was inspiring and commendable, but the longer you remained trapped, the less your eyes glowed with fire. Morpheus could see the flames of fight in you slowly dying. The confines of the glass cage were taking their toll. 

You looked around in confusion, wondering what had disturbed you from your sleep, but then you realized that Morpheus was staring at something. At the metal gates across the moat, perched on forged iron, was a black bird with a swatch of white. No, this was no blackbird, this was a raven. Morpheus’s raven, Jessamy. You scrambled out of Morpheus’s arms and stood up, your hands pressing against the glass as Jessamy swooped through the grates in the gate. Then Jessamy fluttered up to the top of the glass cage and started viciously banging against it with her beak. Morpheus rose to his feet behind you, the heat from his skin pressing into your back. Hope bloomed in your chest for the first time since your capture and you pressed your palm over the place the raven repeatedly pecked at. 

“Pajarito, me alegra verte,” (Little bird, I'm glad to see you.) You whispered against the glass, little black eyes staring into yours as Jessamy hit the glass harder. Over and over and over again. You felt Morpheus place a hand on your hip, you could even feel his hope radiating from his body. But just as suddenly as your hope had come, it was taken away from your most violently. A gunshot rang out and Jessamy exploded, painting the glass in front of you with crimson and onyx. You jerked back with a choked gasp, violently colliding into Morpheus, who caught and supported your shaking body. For a few moments you felt like you couldn’t breathe, then your eyes burned viciously and the first of many tears to come started to fall. Jessamy, little beautiful Jessamy, now lay dead on the binding circle. You thought you might throw up and twist around, flinging yourself into Morpheus’s chest and holding onto him for dear life as you tried to stifle the sobs emerging from your mouth. 

Morpheus’s grip on your body tightened as he felt your hot tears drip onto his skin, he could feel his own as he stared down at all that remained of his beloved raven, Jessamy. He wished he could feel something at this moment, even if it was upset or distress like you, anything but this taxing and void feeling of nothingness. Shock. He was definitely feeling shocked to the point of nearly not understanding what had just happened. 

“You idiot! You could have shattered the glass!” The voice of Roderick Burgess was explosive in the deathly quiet of the room. You flinched at his voice, digging your fingers into Morpheus’s back and holding him that much tighter. The pain you felt had to be a thousand times worse for Morpheus. Morpheus sank back down to the base of the cage, carefully collecting your shaking body. Your trembles, shakes, and hiccups continued as Morpheus pressed his face into your hair. Your tears were endless against his skin, and it was only when you had cried yourself to sleep that your body finally relaxed. Morpheus was quick to join you in your dreams, needing your comfort just as much as you needed his. It became obvious that you were nowhere near your usual spots. 

The fields were empty, the church as well, the village square with its foundation was devoid of life… Morpheus could only surmise that you had holed yourself up in your cottage. Pushing the door to your cottage open, Morpheus stepped inside to see your chair lying on its side and the glass of flowers spilled on the floor, you were nowhere in the main living area. You could only be in one place: your bedroom. Morpheus pushed the door open quietly and found you curled up in a ball on your bed, your fingers digging into your scalp in a white-knuckled grip. You were sobbing in despair and utter devastation. He could feel the rippling waves of guilt that burned in your veins and the pain you currently felt in your heart was worse than anything you had felt before. He called your name, and you shriveled in a tighter circle. 

“Fortuna,” Morpheus called again, his hands begging to wrap around your body for an ounce of the comfort you carried. 

“Traigo la muerte,” (I bring death.) You whispered out, fully believing your words. Morpheus walked forwards and wrapped his arms around your curled body, his hands searching for yours. He found them and wove his fingers with yours. 

“You do not bring death, Y/N,” He said softly, his face burying into the back of your neck. It was rare that he called you by your birth name. Actually, you couldn’t even remember the last time someone had called you by it. You were Fortuna now, the Goddess Incarnate, your mortal life, and name long since dead. Your hands trembled violently around his and you shook your head furiously. 

“How do you think I became friends with Mother Death!?” You exclaimed, more tears leaking from your eyes and dribbling down your already tear-streaked face. “I am a harbinger of death, Morpheus.” Morpheus breathed in the scent of your perfumed skin, determined not to let you fall into despair.

“A harbinger of death does not possess a smile as radiant as yours, nor is it as compassionate as you are. You are exactly as you appear to be,” Morpheus murmured, holding you tighter and soaking in the comfort of your soft body. 

“And what is that?” 

“A Goddess,” He gently whispered to you. That night you spent wrapped around each other, endless tears falling from your eyes.

Date Published: 11/27/22

Last Edit: 11/27/22

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Natalia and Raúl, scorning the idea of Javier and Sofía getting together since season 1

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XRey, Una ley de un solo artículo y la radiografía del rey emérito.

XRey es un podcast documental de The Story Lab, producido por Toni Garrido y escrito, narrado y dirigido por Álvaro de Cózar. En él, aprendemos más sobre los dos últimos reyes de España: Juan Carlos I y Felipe VI. En la primera temporada, en la que nos centraremos, analizamos la vida del rey emérito, en orden cronológico y desde su nacimiento. Aprendemos sobre su infancia, su llegada a España, su relación con la Reina Sofía, las dificultades de su reinado en una España que se transformaba y trataba de recuperarse de la dictadura, y sobre los últimos años de su mandato que desembocaron en su abdicación, tan polémica como inesperada. La historia del rey emérito ha sido contada de cientos de maneras, y el mérito de XRey reside en haber sabido dar un enfoque diferente, aportando una visión mucho más humanizada y exhaustiva del monarca. El éxito de este podcast ha sido tal que la segunda temporada no se hizo esperar, estrenándose apenas un año después de la primera, e incluso se está trabajando en una serie de televisión.

Centrándonos en el primer episodio de la primera temporada, XRey nos ubica en el final de la historia: los últimos años del rey emérito antes de su abdicación. Para ello, nos acercamos a fuentes muy cercanas, como Javier Ayuso, exdirector de comunicación de la Casa Real. Empezamos pues la casa por el tejado, lo que nos sirve como gancho y para presentar XRey como una historia que se precipita y se desenvuelve hasta un inevitable final ya anunciado. En otoño de 2012, según Rafael Spottorno, anterior jefe de la Casa del Rey, se plantea por primera vez la cuestión de la abdicación. Es en ese momento cuando se precipita el proceso y comienza el arduo camino jurídico y social que supone. Durante todo el episodio oímos al narrador, Álvaro de Cózar, y su voz se entremezcla con entrevistas a personas cercanas al rey emérito, al igual que con cortes del mismo Juan Carlos I. El estilo de la narración es cálido e inmersivo, dotando a la historia de un ambiente casi de suspense.

En cuanto al montaje sonoro, la música es siempre extradiegética, con unas melodías que se caracterizan por bajos graves e inmersivos. La sintonía principal del programa mezcla declaraciones del rey emérito con un ritmo rápido y electrónico, que genera un aire de misterio a la introducción. Esta sintonía se presenta, habitualmente, tras una breve entrada de Álvaro de Cózar o de otras declaraciones o montajes. En cuando a la música que no es una producción original, es decir, al uso de canciones no creadas ex profeso para este podcast, a veces encontramos temas electrónicos que buscan llevarnos a la época concreta que se narra. Por lo demás, el estilo es el habitual de los reportajes clásicos: oímos cortes de entrevistas que llevan el grueso de la historia para poder oír la trama de los principales actores, mientras que el narrador lleva la batuta de la trama. De fondo, es habitual escuchar las melodías que mencionábamos, con bajos potentes y ritmos electrónicos.  

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I never stated my thoughts on Control Z's ending so here we go:

//Spoilers//

Gerry & Raúl

Remember when they didn't like each other? I do.

I wish I had a friendship like theirs's dawg.

When Gerry was texting 'Raúl' in Ep 8, I replayed that so many times.

Team Rescue

Gerry in the English Dub, 'I have no reason to be at school.'

Pablo is just sorta, there. It's so funny because he was like, '... I guess I'll be with them.'

Javier on the phone, dawg I usually don't like this trope but, bruh XD.

Team Dance

This was so lame.

I don't know what I expected but it felt so... Anticlimactic.

Alex and Claudia are such a strange, uninteresting pair. It felt like there was hardly any stakes because I didn't have an update on their progress on getting the hard drive.

Give them something to do.

Ernesto & Darío

Then Ernesto and Darío's plot was so underdeveloped. I didn't care. There wasn't enough of their friendship for me to miss it. Season 1 they were just bullies. Season 2 was the Rosita plot (That I hated) and then OFF SCREEN they drifted apart. Now they just decided to rekindle it. Bruh, give 'em something more to do. I don't know what but bro, I KNOW they could be more than that.

Sofía's speech

The flashforward sequence during Sofía's speech was a lil' hard to follow. I'm sure that's just me tho.

Gerry

Felipe hasn't been MENTIONED for a whole season and suddenly that's Gerry's ending?! Tell me if I missed something but that wasn't foreshadowed to me. Maybe I'm biased because I didn't want that ending. I like Gerry being alone, or with Raúl, and I knew the latter wasn't gonna happen.

Gerry was the ONE this season. He just never had me disappointed in him.

Raúl

Raúl won. After everything he did in Season 1... He won.

Sofía

Sofí still on my nerves. 'Javi, you so weird' SHUT UP! Why is she still with the person who KIDNAPPED her?! I thought we weren't supposed to root for them because Javier was less toxic.

Javier

Javi do be toxic tho.

Javier had me going there for a minute. Longer than that. What if this was all part of Raúl's plan.

I still think nobody in this show deserved Javier. I was hoping for him to be alone too.

Natalia

Did Natalia ever apologize for sleeping with Javi's dad? I don't recall that happening.

María

María for real died in a FLASHBACK?!

Wack. So wack.

I sat there 'til the very last second going, 'When she coming back? I don't trust Nati. She's lying. When María coming back?"

I was in DENIAL.

I watched the credits for an after-scene w/ María. Like a fool.

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She never came back.

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Why? Did she not have a plot with Claudia?

Alex

What about Alex?

I didn't see her in the flashforward.

Last thing I remember of Alex was that phone call and next thing I knew we were looking for Sofía and Raúl.

Claudia & Pablo

So Claudia and Pablo just didn't get together or have any real to finish their plot line?

Ending

For me the ending felt so… Not over. I thought there was supposed to be more.

Overall

I honestly didn't hate it. At least the characters are happy.

.

I guess.

[laus-deo]

Sofía Juste: salvar a niños del aborto es «el trabajo más bonito del mundo»

Sofía Juste, madre de 6 hijos, es directora de la Fundación Golfín y dedica su tiempo libre al Proyecto Amor Conyugal. Javier Navascués entrevista a las reponsables de dicha fundación, que se dedican a ayudar a mujeres embarazadas en riesgo de exclusión social que podrían abortar si no son atendidas. Leer más… »

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Adriana Ugarte by © Javier Biosca

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Calienten motores, la película “Culpa Tuya” llega a Prime Video en diciembre

Prime Video ha anunciado que la esperada película española, “Culpa Tuya”, se estrenará en exclusiva el próximo 27 de diciembre de 2024 tras el éxito internacional de “Culpa Mía”. La cinta, basada en la trilogía bestseller “Culpables” de la escritora Mercedes Ron, se situó entre los 10 títulos más vistos en más de 190 países, incluyendo EE.UU., Reino Unido y Argentina.

“Culpa Tuya” trae de vuelta a Nicole Wallace y Gabriel Guevara en los papeles de Noah y Nick. También mantienen sus papeles en la historia los actores Marta Hazas, Iván Sánchez, Victor Varona y Eva Ruiz.

Además, se unen al reparto para la secuela, la reconocida actriz, Goya Toledo como Anabel, Gabriela Andrada como Sofía, Álex Béjar como Briar, Javier Morgade como Michael y Felipe Londoño como Luca.

Sinopsis: El amor entre Noah y Nick parece inquebrantable a pesar de las maniobras de sus padres por separarles. Pero el trabajo de él y la entrada de ella en la universidad abre sus vidas a nuevas relaciones. La aparición de una exnovia que busca venganza y de la madre Nick con intenciones poco claras, removerán los cimientos no solo de su relación, sino de la propia familia Leister. Cuando tantas personas están dispuestas a destruir una historia de amor, ¿puede realmente acabar bien?.

Producida por Pokeepsie Films, la película está dirigida por Domingo González, quien también funge como guionista junto a Sofía Cuenca.

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Maite Galdeano's enigmatic message to Sofía Suescun at the doors of the grand finale of 'Supervivientes All Stars'

The 'Tierra de Nadie' gala of 'Supervivientes All Stars' has started this Monday with a bombshell that not even the contestants expected. What seemed like another night of salvation between Sofía Suescun, Marta Peñate and Lola Mencía, was not. At the doors of the grand finale, Jorge Javier Vazquez (53 years old) announced that the expulsion would take place this Monday. “On Thursday there will be…

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🎶 “ANA SOFÍA´S BRITISH INSPIRATION” 🎙️🎸🥁🤘

🗯Concierto lleno de energía británica a través de un recorrido por las clásicas canciones del pop y rock británico que inspiran su carrera. Además, conoceremos algunos temas propios de la cantautora: Ana Sofía López (voz) y su banda de apoyo Kevin Díaz, Robert Revilla, Aquiles Arauco y Carlos Santiago.🚀😎

© Producción: @britanico_cultural

📜 PROGRAMACIÓN CONCIERTOS: 📆 Miércoles 12 de Junio: Británico Santa Anita (av. Los Ruiseñores 215)

📆 Martes 18 de Junio: Británico San Borja (av. Javier Prado Este 2726)

📆 Miércoles 19 de Junio: Británico Camacho (av. Javier Prado Este 4663 - La Molina)

📆 Jueves 20 de Junio: Británico San Miguel (av. De La Marina 2554)

🕖 7:30pm.

🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️ Ingreso libre