Viva España

Plus ultra (English: "Further beyond") is a Latin phrase and the national motto of Spain. It is taken from the personal motto of Charles V (24 February 1500 – 21 September 1558), Holy Roman Emperor and King of Spain (as Charles I), and is a reversal of the original phrase Non plus ultra ("Nothing further beyond") A beber y a tragar, que el mundo se va a acabar. rp blog for hws spain canon-divergent • selective • independent face claim: Lucas Medeiros

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"✎" {{use my FC:: Hayley Atwell for inspiration}}

the art gods, again, give me no help so i made you a picrew instead 

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pssst 

like this if i owe you because im trash and i lost all my threads 

thanks ily 

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✎

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I know he’s a balloon but let’s be real that’s a blown up condom. 

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✎

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Cassie: Smash or pass

Smash. She is muy muy hermosa. 

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✎ Make them beans

The art gods said No to me drawing, so instead I made you picrews. I hope this is okay, since apparently my hands are broken tonight. 

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You know I gotta ask smash of pass back ;)

... And why do you need to know? 

Smash. But you’re a tease, so. 

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send me a "✎" and ill draw your muse

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me: im gonna make cute tags

also me: they were cute while they lasted but MAN they’re bothersome what do i do guys

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Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty.

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work and school killed me in a single blow 

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Cont

“Mm—!” Antonio cycles through emotions quickly; annoyed from being ignored, surprised at being yanked closer, and weak from the kiss. João knew just what he was doing, and he was good at it. The Spaniard’s budding complaint was silenced by the man’s lips sealing to his own, drawing instead a soft, muffled sound of surprise. He couldn’t help himself. His gasp had only leant itself to the Portuguese man, who slipped his tender, wanton tongue across Antonio’s to invade his mouth. Too quick his forest eyes glazed over. Rising into the pressure, his own tongue moves along his surprise partner’s. He tastes him—all bitter wine and sweet fruit and João himself is more intoxicating than the wine. 

Antonio pulls back only when it hurts to breathe; when his lungs ache for air and his chest threatens to burst. He’s clearly stunned, eyes wide and a hand touching his kiss-swollen lips. But he’s watching João’s mouth, and all he wants to do is kiss him again.

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He’s leaning about 75% of his weight on the scythe now, using it to hold him up as he roars with laughter. He can’t help it, not with the way he helps and hauls ass back over the fence. João had almost thought he wouldn’t clear it. Another laugh erupts from him and- Ouch! His hand moves to hold his incision wound. Maybe Antonio was right for once.

“What’s wrong, Tonico? Scared of a little chicken?” He teases, though he knows better than anyone how mean the rooster could be. Even though João is almost always on his good side, even he has scars from the viscious bird.

“Eu não sou velho!” He repiles indignantly. Of course… He is old, very old in fact. For maybe once in his life however he listens to the request, hobbling a little on his way over. And he says he’s not old. Once at the fence, he leans against it, from by his feet Alfonso stares at the Spaniard. Clearly, he’s not thrilled about his presence.

          “You are.” He tells him, stuffing his hands into his pockets. While he doesn’t love being laughed at, or the fact that he got made fun of for not wanting his ankles pecked to the bone by the demon rooster Alfonso, he’s at least relieved that João is relenting. 

          “Afraid of chickens? No. Alphonso? He is no chicken. He is a demon.” He defends, pursing his lips into a frown. “Come back inside. I’ll make you something to eat, sí?”

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Kiss Symbols

Send a symbol for my muse to kiss your muse in this way: Add “Reverse +” in front of the symbol, for your muse to kiss mine, instead.

😍 – a first kiss 😅 – an angry or hateful kiss 😇 – a surprise kiss 🤒 – a kiss where one (or both) partner is sick 🎃 – a kiss in costume on Halloween 💄 – a lipstick kiss 👅 – a kiss with tongue 👀 – a kiss that leads to sex 👃 – an Eskimo kiss 👂 – a kiss on the ear ✋ – a kiss on the hand 💍 – an engagement kiss 🦋 – a butterfly kiss 🎄 – a kiss under the mistletoe ☔ – a kiss in the rain ❄ – a kiss in the snow 🌹 – a kiss on the first date 🍓 – a kiss over shared food 🍦 – an ice cream kiss 🎂 – a birthday kiss 🥂 – a drunk kiss 🍾 – a spin-the-bottle kiss 🎬 – a movie theater kiss 🏆 – a congratulatory kiss 🎱 – a good luck kiss 🚑 – an injured kiss ✈ – a kiss while joining the Mile High Club ⛱ – a beach kiss 🌞 – a good morning kiss 🌙 – a goodnight kiss 🎆 – a kiss under fireworks 🎈 – a kiss for a child/baby 🎁 – a kiss as a reward 🤰 – a kiss on a pregnant belly ♟️ – a kiss for losing a bet 💌 – a wedding kiss 🚿 – a shower kiss 💊 – a kiss between exes ❤ – an apologetic kiss 💔 – a goodbye kiss 🏳️‍🌈 – an LGBT kiss ⚠ – a kiss before a battle

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Now, there were a few key mistakes in his approach. Mistake number one: look out for Alfonso. Hazel eyes slide towards the coop. Oh, he’s out alright.

Mistake number two: yell.

The rooster’s head shoots their way faster than a cowboy’s draw. “I’d like to see you try-” his last work is practically cut off by the blood-curdling war cry that leaves the rooster. That borderline evil grin takes over the Portuguese man’s face as the mini hell beast begins to haul ass towards the angrily strutting man. This should be fun. In fact, João’s already laughing. Antonio should know better.

          Oh. Shit. 

          Somehow, Antonio had forgotten all about that damn rooster. And now the beast was barreling right towards him. Now, being a former matador, Antonio isn’t really afraid of things running right towards him... unless it’s in the form of Alfonso. That rooster is a vicious little shit and, frankly, way scarier than any bull the Spaniard has ever faced before. With an embarrassing yelp of surprise, Antonio books it back over the fence, barely clearing the ground and avoiding a mean snap of the little bastard’s beak. 

           João’s barking laughter earns a half-hearted glare, but Antonio’s busy trying to stay far away from the rooster and has an eye on the wicked little thing. “Ven aquí agotado viejo perro de mar,” he demands, crossing his arms across his chest.

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“Feed me, you ignorant slut. Daddy needs some carbs and another glass of wine.” Well this is off to a great start. “Just give me your bread. All of it. Ten loaves!”

Antonio blinks, eyeing Vin for a beat. Two beats. Finally he cracks a tired smile and pours another glass of wine. "Claro, claro," he coos, opening his cabinet and sliding out an unlocked loaf. It looks homemade. "That's all I've got, pequeño."

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        Antonio squints his way, arms folded over his chest. It’s not very cold despite being February, but he’s still got on a long-sleeved tee and he looks not so amused by João’s bullshit. In fact, he raises an eyebrow and his lips set into a slight frown, which is unlike him but when dealing with a certain Portuguese man it’s a bit more common. “Don’t make me come out there and prove it, João, because I will.” And that is a fuckin’ promise.

        In fact, he’s already stepping over the fence and heading into the field to potentially wrestle him away from work. “¡Vamos!”