#el profesor

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hot man in his 40s with beard and moustache and glasses. weird and takes pleasure in solitude. loves origami and robberies.

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La Casa de Papel regresa: Netflix confirma la continuación directa de la serie cinco años después

Han pasado cinco años desde que la icónica serie de atracos de Netflix, La Casa de Papel, llegó a su fin. Con múltiples spin-offs y una legión de seguidores que siempre pedían más, la plataforma ha dado una sorpresa mayúscula: la historia original continuará de forma directa. Así lo confirmó un espectacular evento promocional que dejó claro que el universo de El Profesor aún tiene mucho que…

La Casa de Papel regresa: Netflix confirma la continuación directa de la serie cinco años después

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It looks better on Tiktok with music under it, but I'll just leave it here🫣🫣🫣

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Turra Cinema. Detachment.

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LCDP RANT

This is pure my opinion.

So, the whole Gandía situation is one of the most hypocritical debates in La Casa de Papel fandom.

Sergio was 100% right in that moment—Andrés wanting to kill a security guard five years before the heist, when the guy hadn't even done anything yet, was just pure paranoia. Nobody in their right mind would justify killing someone just in case they become a problem in the future. That’s not strategy—it’s recklessness.

Sergio’s logic was sound: at that time, Gandía was just a guy doing his job, a security guy, not some ruthless executioner. There's no way they could have predicted he'd turn into the monster he became inside the bank.

But what’s really funny is how some fans flip the script when it comes to Martín. When Sergio stops Andrés from killing an innocent man? Bad call, unforgivable mistake!

But when Martín actively releases Gandía, fully aware of the risk? Oh, but he was in pain! Like, what? Since when do emotions excuse a bad decision in a life-or-death heist? At that point, Gandía had already proven himself to be a ruthless killer, and Martín still let him loose. That was an actual mistake. Yet somehow, Sergio gets blamed for something that happened five years earlier? For not wanting to kill Gandia.

I get that everyone has their favorite characters, and I like Martín too. But let’s be real—none of them are innocent, including Professor who we all can see that he's able to cruelty, but he doesn't enjoy it as much as some, like Andrés and Martín, genuinely enjoy cruelty. They don’t just do bad things out of necessity; sometimes, they do it because they want to. Andrés didn’t want to kill Gandía for strategy—he wanted to because he enjoys eliminating obstacles in the most brutal way possible. Martín? Same thing. His reasons for violence are often self-serving or emotional, not tactical.

At the end of the day, Sergio was always the one trying to keep things controlled, which is ironic, given that he’s labeled as the "mastermind." People act like he was some soft-hearted idealist, but really, he was just practical. Killing Gandía five years before the heist wasn’t practical. Not ensuring Gandía was permanently contained during the heist? That was the real mistake.

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[GIF Pack] Álvaro Morte

Following this link you’ll find 625 gifs (245x155) of Álvaro Morte as Sergio Marquina aka Salvador Martín aka El Profesor in La Casa de Papel Season 1 (E01-13) from 2017. Álvaro Morte is a Spanish actor and was 41 at the time of filming.

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Trigger-warnings:  alcohol, blood, guns, violence

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omg pls write that story about the heist brothers!!! I relate completely <3 (and sooo good to see other lcdp fans obsessed with the best doomed siblings)

It takes only three times for it to happen before Andrés starts noticing the pattern to form. Once is a mistake, twice is a coincidence and thrice is a pattern.

Sergio has always been, in some way, his. When they were younger, before their father died, they were a terribly happy family. Father and mother always sat them down, and told them stories— father told them stories of his robberies and heists and mother told them stories of myths.

But it was never enough.

Sergio, the sickly boy, as much as he was in the hospital, Andres was there too. Andrés never once thought, in the entirety of his life, of Sergio dying on a hospital bed. Every time Sergio was in the hospital, Andrés was at his bedside, telling him stories of war, art, and culture.

"I heard you," Sergio had once confessed to him, like he was confessing to thievery. "I heard you talk about Mona Lisa and Michelangelo and Dali."

Andrés hummed and grinned at him, unbearably delighted that even unconscious, Sergio heard him and remembered him and remembered what he said. That Andrés was always correct, that there was never a moment where Sergio was going to drift away from them. Not when Andrés was there.

Their mother told them the story of Achilles, the day they shifted to a new city, and the next day, when in the new school, Sergio stuck to Andrés like his shadow, something grew in Andrés.

That was the first time he noticed it.

Sergio was never as relaxed with anyone as he was with Andrés. With Andrés beside him, Sergio lost that tenseness in his shoulders, and he moved naturally, leaning towards Andrés and positioning his body to be closest to Andrés' without being socially inept.

The second time Andrés noticed it, they were both older. Their mother had died a couple years prior, and as soon as Sergio had gotten a job, Andrés had left, promising to keep in contact with his grand heists. "I am going to be the most confusing puzzle you will ever solve, little brother," Andrés had said, smiling,"You'll have to be diligent to keep track of me."

Sergio, who had grown confident in his shoes, especially in the matters which concerned his brother, had raised an eyebrow. He had smiled back, his hair unruly and a dimple at his cheek,"Don't delude yourself, Andrés. There is no way in the world where I won't know where you are."

And it was true. Not because Sergio was the smartest man he knew, no. It was true because Sergio knew Andrés in a way that no one else did. Sergio knew Andrés by heart, by soul. He knew the blood in his arteries and the crinkle near his eyes and the ink stains in his oldest shirts that he kept folded at the bottom of his suitcase. Sergio knew Andrés like a man would know a tattoo on his fingers, like a mirror would know a reflection.

Since they were kids, Sergio had only ever truly wanted to know his big brother. Everything else was secondary. All his pride came from knowing Andrés so intricately that they were always on the same wavelength.

So, when Andrés visited Sergio after a successful heist and a long year of being gone, he had planned to surprise his little brother. His little brother, who was working in a college as a professor. Teaching mathematics to students who were barely younger than him.

Sergio was wearing the most boring outfit known to mankind as he made his way to his office to put away the notes for the day. He heard the door open behind him and for half a second, before he turned around, he thought it would be a student. But he caught a scent that was ingrained in his lungs since he was a child. The mixture of wood, sandalwood, hibiscus and mint. An interesting mix, but the scent that their mother used to wear everyday.

Andrés saw Sergio physically relax, shoulders dropping like he was under the effect of a drug. Sergio turned around with the biggest smile possible and he looked so impossibly younger that it disarmed Andrés completely.

"Little brother." Andrés greeted him, smiling automatically at his brother, who looked at him like he was the incarnation of all Christmas miracles. Sergio took a step forward and Andrés took the hint, walking forward and enveloping his brother in a hug. The warmth of the hug made Andrés close his eyes and that same warmth seeped right into his chest as Sergio melted in his arms.

Sergio stuck to Andrés like a child during Andrés' first wedding. He was best man, and all he said in his speech was,"My brother is the only man in this world whom I deem worthy to cross oceans for. I have known you my entire life and all I learnt, I learnt it all for you. I hope to see, one day, that you would see yourself and see the man that I know."

When Andrés later found him standing at a corner, almost ambushed by a couple of Andrés' colleagues, Sergio made eye contact with Andrés once and relaxed instantly. It was a given, by now, that Sergio hated social interactions, but to see that just eye contact with him made Sergio relax so, made something fiercely protective burn in him.

His little brother.

Andrés walked over and draped an arm over Sergio, if only to feel Sergio melt against him and to again feel that heady feeling that he is so trusted, so loved, and so admired by his younger brother that his mere presence disarms the smartest man in all of Spain, perhaps all of Europe.

And with that, Andrés knows that Sergio trusts him explicitly and he knows that his emotion blind brother would not understand but it warms his dead and cold heart to see his brother so relaxed. Andrés swears to maintain more skin contact with Sergio, if only to make him relax and also to remind himself why exactly Andrés still never left the country for long.

Because Sergio was his blood and his brother and Sergio, who understood him and never stopped him from doing whatever he wanted, that Sergio, his baby brother, thought of him as his home and shelter and felt safe enough to relax whenever Andrés was within sight.

So, Andrés never left Europe. His ex-wife took his son and moved to another continent and Andrés gritted his teeth and became furious and visited his son sometimes but returned home. To Sergio. They seldom met, their schedules busy, but Andrés remained within reachable distance.

For Andrés knew the truth as it as the Sun shining over his closed eyes. He knew that while he was the protection and home that Sergio trusts, Sergio was the anchor and blood Andrés will never leave.

Like the story of Achilles, Andrés could ruin entire armies and nations without a scratch on himself. But he could only be killed when Sergio was dead.

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I'm so sorry that it took such a while, anon!! I hope you like it! And I'm definitely going to accept any prompts regarding these two doomed siblings, so if you have any ideas, step into my asks without hesitation!!!