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Gerard Pique and Sergio Ramos celebrate after a goal during the UEFA EURO 2016 Group D match between Spain and Czech Republic in Toulouse, France on June 13, 2016.
You’ve been visited by the rare picture of Ramiqué. Reblog for a Euro cup of success. Ignore to get kicked out in the group stage
RAFINHA HAS BEEN CALLED UP FOR THE MATCH AGAINST MADRID!!
🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌
I love Messi but I am new in the Fc Barcelona fandom and I wonder why Barcelona fans loves him that much
Do you wanna know why we love him so much? Okay here is a simple example;
This man took a shot after he got injured during Last 16 UCL game vs Benfica and when journalists asked why did he shot with an injured leg, he said he thought it was going to be his last shot for Barcelona for a long time and he wanted to give Barça fans and this team one last thing. Now think about it.
Ps: he was about to break Müller’s record but he decided to take a shot with an injured leg and was ready to throw away the most important record in the football history.. for Barcelona. For us.
I will never love another footballer more than this guy. Never.
The best player of all time
Guapísima
NEYMAR’S POV
“Good game Ney!” said Messi as we were walking off the pitch.
“Thanks Leo, and thanks for all the assists” I replied
Messi gave me a friendly wink back and patted me on the back. I had just scored a hatrick against Espanyol (Barça’s local rivals). Suárez came over and started congratulating me, telling me he was going to buy me a hamburger but I wasn’t listening. I was too busy looking at her.
She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was sitting a few rows above the dugouts chatting and laughing with her friends. Looking at her made me feel gooey inside.
“Ney! Ney! Are you listening to me?” Suárez shouted, bringing me back down to Earth.
“I think Ney is a bit preoccupied looking at that guapa chica over there” butted in Piqué.
“Ay, Geri, stop! I was just admiring her, eh, her, phone! It’s so cool!” I lied.
“Yeah, sure, and pigs fly” joked Suárez.
I was sure I’d seen her somewhere, but I’m just not sure where…
Y/N POV
“How cool?!” my friend exclaimed, “My first time at the Camp Nou and Neymar scores a hatrick!”
“You are completely in love with him, Sara!” I joked.
“Who wouldn’t be?!” she replied.
I looked down at the pitch to see him talking with Messi. He was so gorgeous, and looked especially good post match. I turned back to Sara and started speaking to her about where we would go for dinner after the game.
“Y/N, wait! Look at Neymar!” she said excitedly.
“What now?” I sighed.
I looked down anyway to see him looking up at me. I blushed and played with my hair and then turned back to Sara.
“I wonder if he recognises me from uni?” I asked, half to myself, half directed at Sara.
“No, he couldn’t, he’s two years above me and studies a completely different course.” I said, answering my own question.
Neymar and I both went to the University of Barcelona, where I studied Business and Finance and he studied English. I had passed him a few times around campus, but apart from that, hadn’t seen him much.
A FEW DAYS LATER…
Only five minutes left of class and then the weekend! As much as I love uni, I’m finding this class really boring. Maybe, the fact that I have a big house party to go to later on tonight (which I’m really excited for), doesn’t help pass time.
Instead of taking down notes about class I’m making a list of what I need to do before the party tonight:
- shower
- shave legs
- paint nails
- find a dress
- put on dress
- do hair
- do makeup
- leave
- have fun
A rumour had been going about that Neymar was going to the party too, but I wasn’t sure. He was famous for not partying and it just didn’t seem like his cup of tea. I’m not going to lie though, I did keep that rumour in mind when getting ready for the party.
An hour or so into the party and there was no sign of Neymar, but all of a sudden, people started whispering and I thought that it must be him. In he walked, with his infectious smile and bubbly aura. He was so beautiful.
“Y/N, look there’s your man!” exclaimed Sara.
“Shhh, Sara! He’s not ‘my man’,what happened at the Camp Nou was only a coincidence!” I replied.
“I knew I recognised you from somewhere!” It was him. Neymar was speaking to me.
Sara downed the rest of her drink and said, “Oh, I’ve just finished my drink! I’m going to go and refill it.”
“What do you mean?” I cooly asked him.
“I saw you at the Camp Nou the other day, and thought I recognised you from somewhere, but didn’t know quite where, but it makes sense now. I know you from uni!”
“Ahhh, so that’s why you were looking at me?"
“Well, there was another reason…”
“That being…?” I enquired
“Well, I think you are guapísima.”
“I bet you say this to every girl you meet…”
“Not at all! I usually just tell them they are guapa.” He joked
“Good one” I chuckled
"I'm Neymar by the way." He said, as if I didn't already know.
"I'm y/n"
"What a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman" He flirted, making me blush.
NEYMAR’S POV
I knew I recognised her from somewhere! She looked even more gorgeous at this party than she did at the Camp Nou, and I thought it was impossible for someone to look better than she did then. I wasn't usually the type of guy to go up to a girl and flirt, despite being famous I was quite shy, but this girl was different. She made me unable to string a sentence together. When I looked at her, everything else around me was blurry.
Y/N'S POV
Looking into his hazel eyes made me feel like nothing I had ever before. It made me feel calm inside. I couldn't quite put it into words
And then all of a sudden, it happened. He kissed me. Out of the blue. And it was beyond amazing.
NEYMAR'S POV
What was happening? This was so out of character for me. But I didn't care. Something about this girl drove me crazy. She brought out a new side in me I had never seen before. I liked it.
Y/N'S POV
We spent the rest of the night together, chatting about life. I told him about where I am from, and he did the same. He told me about how he finds it hard to balance work and studies but how that is soon coming to an end as he is almost finished his degree. He invited me back to his for some coffee, but I said 'no', not wanting to give off the wrong first impression. He, not having drank at all, dropped me off at my house, along with his phone number and a date arranged for the next day.
This is the first Neymar imagine that I have done. If you liked it and want to read more about it, then give it a 'like'.
Lionel Messi interview after Argentina win over Chile
Messi is killing me
Girls get mocked for liking high heels and lipstick. Girls get mocked for liking sports. Girls get mocked for liking tea and books. Girls get mocked for liking comics books and video games. Girls get mocked for liking math and science. Girls get mocked for liking boys. Girls get mocked for liking girls. Girls get mocked for liking both. What the fuck are we supposed to like? Water? Air? Come on, tell me. I’m dying to know.
Crash!
It was a rather sunny Catalan spring morning, so I decided to put some shorts and a bikini on and cycle to the beach.
As I was cycling along the pavement adjacent to the beach, I heard loud, Portuguese music being played. I looked over and saw about twelve half-naked guys playing volleyball. One of them looked up and we made eye contact.
I never thought that ‘love at first sight’ was a thing, but this guy had proven me wrong. I gazed into his dark brown eyes for a couple of nanoseconds too long. My gaze then slowly made its way down to his chiselled abs. The next thing I knew, “CRASH!” I had forgotten to keep my eyes ahead and had been thrown off my bike because of a pothole!
All of a sudden, everyone’s eyes turned on me and my milk-bottle face, turned lobster red.
The brown-eyed guy came running over and exclaimed: “Careful!”
I went even redder. He could tell I was embarrassed so comforted me saying,
“Guapa, your legs are too beautiful to be ruining them by falling off a bike. Are you ok?”
I was flattered. He had a slight accent that came through his amazing Spanish, though I couldn’t quite work it out. I guessed that by the Portuguese music and dark skin he was Brazilian.
I responded shyly saying, “Yes, obrigada.” I then attempted to mount my bike but groaned in pain before he let me swing my leg fully over the saddle.
He took the bike off of me and said, “No, you’re hurt, let me walk you home. Do you live far from here?”
I stuttered, “N-no, just 15 minutes walk. Thanks for the kind offer, but I don’t want to make you leave your friends!”
He insisted, “Please, let me walk you home, I need to know you’re safe. Anyways, don’t worry about them, I’ll catch up with them later.”
I gave in. I couldn’t not give in. His brown eyes were too much for me to handle! We started to walk back to mine. We both asked each other the basic questions.
“What’s your name?” I inquired.
“Rafael, but no one calls me that. Call me Rafa or Rafinha. You?”
“I’m y/n, Rafa”
“That’s such a beautiful name!”
I had fallen so deeply in love with him already that I couldn’t string a sentence together! I wanted to call him a gentleman (caballero) but ended up calling him a horse (caballo) instead!! He found it very funny.
“So, Rafa, what do you work as?” I asked
“I work in the sports industry. What about you?” He replied
At this point I knew who he was- he played for my favourite football team- Barça! I didn’t want to say anything though in case he thought I was a gold digger.
“Oooh très mystérieux!” I replied, “I don’t work- I’m studying Arabic and Italian at the University of Barcelona.”
“I think people that can speak more than one language are so sexy!” He said, “Say something in Italian”
“Mmmm, ok, ehhh, allora, sei bello” I said.
“Grazie, e sei bellisima” he replied, making me blush. “I only speak a little bit of Italian. I can speak Catalan, Portuguese and Spanish fluently.” He added.
“Wow! That’s impressive!” I said, genuinely impressed.
We got back to my flat after 20 minutes or so of the best conversation I had ever had- I found it really easy to talk to him.
“Well, Rafa, this is where we part. Thank you so much for all your help! It was lovely meeting you!”
“You know what y/n, that isn’t quite cutting it.” He said, much to my surprise.
“What?” I asked
“Your thank you is only words”, he began to smile, “if you genuinely appreciate what I did for you, you would agree to going on a date with me, as a way of saying thank you”
“Is this blackmail?” I asked jokingly whilst winking.
“Call it what you want” he chuckled, “but I’ll swing by your house tomorrow at 8.”
“See you th–” I started to say, only to be interrupted by the best kiss of my life.
“Hasta mañana” he said, walking away, leaving me lost for words.
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Teach children that this is not ok
Teach children that there’s nothing wrong with this
I’m really not understanding why you think cultural appropriation would be ok, unless you are assuming that the girl in the picture is part Japanese.
Yellow face yet she’s using white makeup in the traditional style but okay.
Cultural appropriation isn’t a thing, hon. ☺️ Cultures should be shared by all means.
I disagree. The makeup is clearly reflective of traditional Geisha makeup which is yellowface and therefore racist. Furthermore, the girl is wearing a kimono, a garment that has for ages carried cultural significance. Assuming that she is white how can you think this is ok? And cultural appropriation isn’t a thing? What rock do you live under? I suggest you educate yourself on the differences between cultural appreciation and cultural appropriation.
I am japanese, in japan at this very moment. The only people who think culture shouldnt be shared are racists like you.
A vast majority of Japanese people actually enjoy other people making an effort to spread and enjoy japanese culture, and encourage it. Many make businesses in deliberately taking pictures of people in kimono. A common omiage (gift) for foreigners from japanese people is traditional japanese things such as kimonos, tea seats, shisa dog statues, ect.
And to top it off, basically 80 percent of japanese customs, traditions, and food, came from other countries. Japanese is an integration of different cultures, like america. Japan takes influences from places like korea, china, russia, and europe. If japan stuck to itself, there would be no tempura, japanese tea, tea ceremonies, kabuki, japanese bread, japanese curry, j- pop, anime, cars, or modern fishing techniques. The picture is not “yellow face” they are not making fun of asians. In fact, it looks like they put extra care and research into their work.
The only reason that you have a problem with this is because that little girl is white and you know that it is acceptable on tumblr to crap all over white people. The only racist here is you.
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Dang she got shut down.
Damn I’ve never hit reblog so fast in my entire fucking life
Daaaaamn
Pew pew pew
I reblog this every time I see it
I live in Japan and I’d like to back up this sentiment.
Recently a museum in Boston came under a lot of fire for allowing visitors to wear a ‘kimono’ (it was featuring a painting my Monet of a girl – a white girl – in a kimono, and the museum had replicas made that guests of ANY RACE could wear to mimic the painting, Pageant-of-the-Masters style). After protests and heated debate, the museum closed the event.
I was living in Japan at the time, and out of all the *actual* Japanese people I asked, not a single one was offended by the event. Rather, they were excited that people half a world away were showing interest in their culture, and were sad that visitors could no longer enjoy the event.
This party, though somewhat silly in application, is an attempt at experiencing and appreciating another culture. The mom who put this together is not an expert on Japan, but she did her best. She got a lot of things right: there are few things Japan loves more than tea, Pocky, and sakura.
Where do you draw the line for who is “allowed” to learn about Japan? If the girl were of Japanese descent, would that make it ok (even though her citizenship would be the same as the girl from the photo)? If one of the girl’s parents were from Japan, then would it be ok?
Are you only allowed to make pizza if you live in Italy? If you’re an Italian immigrant? How do we decide these things??
You can’t say you want to dismantle racism and then in the next breath make rules – based on race – for who people can wear, try, or eat, especially when the intent is obviously to have fun experiencing a culture (as opposed to having fun by making fun of a race or culture, like blackface does).
When you tell people they can only experience things ‘meant for their race’, it totally smacks of segregation to me and I can’t stand it. As someone who (obviously) loves Japan, I say let people learn about it, let people experience it, let people appreciate it. You don’t have to know every single thing about a culture to enjoy it.
fucking people got owned is what, fuck i hate how people say you cant do shit when culture should be shared and is shared its how it grows and changes through fucking generations itS HOW YOU LEARN about the world and just fucking, tumblr fucking stupid like 70% of the dam time
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