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- —¿Estás listo para ir a la cama a dormir? Ya es tarde, debemos madrugar.—¿Estás listo para ir a la cama a dormir? Ya es tarde, debemos madrugar.1 turno 0 maullidos
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- Solo espero ver pronto a Hugo, deseo hacer muchas cosas con élSolo espero ver pronto a Hugo, deseo hacer muchas cosas con él0 turnos 0 maullidos1
- ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ʟɪᴏɴFRANCIS “FRANK” GIDEON LONGBOTTOM El Guardián Silencioso ✦ Datos Personales ➤ Nombre Completo: Francis Gideon Longbottom ➤ Apodo: Frank — solo usado por quienes confía de verdad. Frankie — usado únicamente por Alice. ➤ Fecha de Nacimiento: 1960 ➤ Escuela: Hogwarts,...0 comentarios 2 compartidos1
- La serenidad prevalece eternamenteFandom Los BridgertonCategoría OriginalKate Bridgerton
Le entrego al mayordomo mi abrigo y el sombrero antes de seguir adentrándome más en el interior de casa, justo en la entrada se encuentra mi esposa conversando con dos de nuestras doncellas.
Espero pacientemente a que termine de hablar con las dos jovenes que asienten a sus ordenes antes de volver a retirarse.[Katiekinw] Le entrego al mayordomo mi abrigo y el sombrero antes de seguir adentrándome más en el interior de casa, justo en la entrada se encuentra mi esposa conversando con dos de nuestras doncellas. Espero pacientemente a que termine de hablar con las dos jovenes que asienten a sus ordenes antes de volver a retirarse.TipoIndividualLíneasCualquier líneaEstadoTerminado25 turnos 0 maullidos - ¡Ayuuuuuuudaaaa!... ¡No puedo detenerme y no quiero caerme!.¡Ayuuuuuuudaaaa!... ¡No puedo detenerme y no quiero caerme!.6 turnos 0 maullidos
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- —Así se siente trabajar en viernes por la noche.—Así se siente trabajar en viernes por la noche.0 turnos 0 maullidos1
- -Unidos por un hilo rojo...por la eternidad ..-Unidos por un hilo rojo...por la eternidad ..4 turnos 0 maullidos
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- Ya casi se huele la navidad.Ya casi se huele la navidad.0 turnos 0 maullidos
- Jax Memories,
21/11/2025.
>> If I had a Gun… - Noel Gallagher’s
There’s something heavy about watching a year come to an end… like every day that disappears takes with it a part of me I didn’t know how to hold on to. Sometimes I look back and feel like I lived too fast, left too many words unspoken, too much love unprotected. And that weight… it hits harder when the calendar runs out.
Closing cycles was never my strength. I always stayed a little longer than I should, always waited for something to change, for someone to return, for the world to give me a break it never planned to give. Some memories don’t burn anymore, but they don’t heal either; they simply exist—shadows that follow me when the road gets quiet.
And yet… there’s a soft, almost human kind of melancholy in watching a year die. Like life whispering that, despite everything I’ve broken, there’s still a chance to do things differently. Not better… just differently. At my pace, with my scars, with my absences.
Maybe that’s all I can ask from the road ahead: a little peace in the noise, a moment to breathe without feeling like everything I love is slipping through my fingers. And if that peace never comes, if the road stays rough… at least I’ll know I tried. That even a tired soul can find a small corner of clarity before the next cycle begins.
Because in the end, that’s what I am: a man still moving forward, even when the past is heavy and the future hurts. A man who looks at the end of the year the way he looks at a sunset—with sadness… but with a quiet hope that maybe, tomorrow, it’ll hurt a little less.Jax Memories, 21/11/2025. >> If I had a Gun… - Noel Gallagher’s There’s something heavy about watching a year come to an end… like every day that disappears takes with it a part of me I didn’t know how to hold on to. Sometimes I look back and feel like I lived too fast, left too many words unspoken, too much love unprotected. And that weight… it hits harder when the calendar runs out. Closing cycles was never my strength. I always stayed a little longer than I should, always waited for something to change, for someone to return, for the world to give me a break it never planned to give. Some memories don’t burn anymore, but they don’t heal either; they simply exist—shadows that follow me when the road gets quiet. And yet… there’s a soft, almost human kind of melancholy in watching a year die. Like life whispering that, despite everything I’ve broken, there’s still a chance to do things differently. Not better… just differently. At my pace, with my scars, with my absences. Maybe that’s all I can ask from the road ahead: a little peace in the noise, a moment to breathe without feeling like everything I love is slipping through my fingers. And if that peace never comes, if the road stays rough… at least I’ll know I tried. That even a tired soul can find a small corner of clarity before the next cycle begins. Because in the end, that’s what I am: a man still moving forward, even when the past is heavy and the future hurts. A man who looks at the end of the year the way he looks at a sunset—with sadness… but with a quiet hope that maybe, tomorrow, it’ll hurt a little less.0 turnos 0 maullidos
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